Pleasure City of Dis

This blonde haired woman with her bosom supported by a pair of young men couldn't help but scoff at the whistle and subsequent words spoken by Izou. Would she admonish him for his insolence... no. Though she was queen here and outright hated the idea of anyone belittling her, she took a certain amount of sass from the ronin slung over her throne. How did she think of him? Was he some sort of pet? A wayward acquaintance? Friend? Well titles like that didn't mean much to a woman like her. What she was after was power and attention and so long as men had both without being too hideous, she'd be more than willing to tolerate their behavior. "As if, any of you should be grateful for the opportunity..." she said with all the pompous arrogance that one like herself could muster.

As her eyes danced across the room, there was a certain level of disappointment as her eyes settled on the red haired man at the front. Every time she looked at him she felt her stomach lurch. She needed to be rid of him. He reminded her of her moment of weakness, of the version of herself that was dominated before she knew she'd consent to it. Half-dying, because of that boy Arthur and the flat-chested bitch that called herself Merlyn, her plans in Zuria had fallen apart. Her time on Jason's ship had simultaneously been the best and worst parts of her life. But right here, and right now, she was winning and part of that win was consolidating her power. "Anyway, now is the time for the greater part of my plan to com to fruition. It's time for my Empire to rise. And in order for that to happen it's time for my Kings to go forth and take their places. Of course because I am being kind enough to give such a position, it will be a requirement that tribute is given to me for the upkeep of my seat of power. But... that is really a small price to pay for such a thing," she said as if dismissing any concerns. "All of you have proven yourselves loyal to me and capable enough to do such a simple task. I have four open Kingdoms at the moment in need of a leader of some sort. Any among you who wishes for consideration, take a step forward," she commanded. Her thoughts were already outlined clearly enough. She didn't really care how any of these people ruled, so long as she got what she needed from them and had access to them when she wanted or needed them.

"Fat chance," Izou retorted. The last thing he could ever do, was be grateful for the opportunity to be some two-bit tit support who'd never get the chance to have at a grander prize. That would be nothing less than a fresh wad of saliva to the face for him, and he would never reduce himself to the common rabble that would accept something so miniscule. "If it's gratitude you expect from me, you'd be most likely to get it while that triple thick ass is bouncing on my lap. I ain't a holster," he clarified. While this speech was ongoing, he was leaning over the throne even more, extending an arm until the intake end of his pipe could slip between the woman's breasts and become leverage to stretch out her corset from the top. He was always so bored around all the riffraff, Izou thought it was worth his while to go for a slightly better view. "The top still isn't quite 'you' though. So what happened? Nobody deserve a look at the real bags?"

At long last, the others in this room had something to be excited about. Kolin and her other forms had taken out multiple countries across this continent, leaving the land mostly barren. All of these men, bar few, had come from some of those countries, and they now had their chance to enforce new rule under the queen's overarching command. There were about twenty or so top-notch men from Kolin's forces present at the time, Izou excluded. Not one of these men in line stood in place. No, each one of them took a step forward before falling to one knee in a grand show of subservience. Some had their ambitions. Some had a powerful urge to serve this woman. Some simply sought her good graces, but all of them had one thing in common: a need to solidify their place in the hierarchy.

Fat chance? Well Izou was the type to think himself above the common group of men who fawned all over the queen whose current face went by the name of Kolin. Actually, this was among the reasons she held a more than reasonable bit of respect for him. Something about the ones who just threw themselves at her feet were missing the edge she desired. That being said, she barely registered that as being a thing she liked. "Blah blah blah, not a holster but would serve as a chair?" she shot back with that same attitude. At the same time the man was slipping that pipe between her bosom trying to get a better view obviously unamused by her current business. "Eh, I had a different thing going... I shift around a bit all the time," she mentioned while swatting that pipe out of her cleveage as if only mildly annoyed. Strangely, she still hadn't told him to stop interrupting or anything of the sort, what a strange woman.

Much to her general happiness, her announcement was being met by every man of the twenty in front of her taking a knee and offering themselves to her service. There was a giddy and genuinely pleased light in her eyes. For someone who enjoyed the sass and salt from certain people, she also enjoyed unquestioning loyalty and subservience. How strange. "Ooh?!~ Look at all of you, how am I supposed to choose with so many options present and willing~" she almost squealed with delight. Ah, but there were actual logistics to consider. She needed to keep a certain amount of manpower with her to keep her person and her businesses safe. But she also needed whoever went to the other places to be rightful rulers in some way. Maybe she could have further use of them if one of them took the opportunity to pull out ahead of the pack. There was also matters of strategic importance, making sure she filled in all the necessary places. As she thought over her options semi-seriously, she cut her eyes towards the ronin. "You aren't going to hop in line Izou? You could be King you know?" she asked in that slightly antagonistic way that she tended to do when she wished to instigate some sort of reaction from someone. Making it obvious she had a favorite tended to make people speak up, and take a bit of the mental pressure off of herself.

Oh, something snippy? Izou rather enjoyed that. Frankly, he never found Kolin or the other face of hers that he knew to be boring because of that sharp attitude─ the very one he fully intended to drag out at every opportunity. He even remembered the best of such snarky moments thus far, mere months ago during the woman's return to Dis. Perhaps he'd aim to improve upon the greatest yet. "Sure. Let's be honest; I'll make a way better throne for ya' than this dull old thing you're sitting in now. Maybe less a chair to sit in, and more a horse to ride on. Yeah, that one's better," he replied while waving that recently-swatted pipe overhead. What a shame it was that his superior view had been cut short early.

Quite annoying was the thought that Izou gave a damn about being king of anything. Never would he give up a land of women and entertainment to become ruler of some barren old turd that needed to be compressed into a diamond shape. He could see it in the others' faces, though. Many now saw him as a challenge, though this was always the queen's way of doing things. With a single sentence, she pitted her loyalists against one another just to see whose dedication took them farther down the beaten path. Izou would have no part in this, but... it was fun to see the dogs howling for attention. With that in mind, he stepped around to the side of Kolin's throne, pushing aside one of her personal holsters to pave a clear path for himself. He leaned in until he could speak next to her ear, close enough for her scent to fill his nostrils while speaking clearly enough for the others to hear. "Why would I give a shit about being king, huh?" he started, that pipe trailing nonchalantly along the exposed upper half of her breast. "Firstly, there's too much for me here. Secondly, putting me at the head of a kingdom would just be a surefire way to show how shitty everybody else in this dump is at running a show."

One particular man took issue with Izou's words. The brown-haired man was one of Izou's former countrymen. That man, Yukimura, stood erect while shooting a challenging glare in Izou's direction. "Okada! Surely you don't think to claim you would do a better job than the rest of us here? I'd like to see you prove it," he said, earning none of Izou's visual attention. "Ho─ I wonder if I even need to. I'd hate to kill some of this little lady's lapdogs right here in her room, but... nah, I actually wouldn't hate it at all~" said Izou. With that, he had one more clause to offer─ this one whispered to Kolin more privately. "Have fun getting me to put a fire under their asses?"

Izou was good for many things. One of which was this bit of banter. In none of the faces she'd used to appear before him, had she been anything but amused when talking to him. Right at the moment he was claiming that he would indeed make a better chair than the one she was sitting on. Or rather a better horse to ride on... her own memory said that was an absolute fact. "Okay, I'll give you that one. I'm kind enough to do that~" she mused knowing that he was indeed a good ride.

Too bad, now wouldn't be the time for such an indulgence. Maybe after everyone was where they needed to be, she'd have a bit of fun with Izou. There were a few things she needed to do after all. But right now, she was using him to the best of her abilities. Rather, she was using him to antagonize some twenty young men into acting. It was a shame they needed such prodding literally all of the time. But, if they were going to act as lapdogs, they'd be goaded into action at the whims of their mistress. Izou's movements and words stirred at least one of these young men into speaking. After he spoke a certain set of sentences loud enough for all to hear, a young brown haired man from the area she once conquered with a taste of her homeland voiced his apparent concerns. Obvious, Izou wasn't at all concerned and thought to only speak in his usual catty way. "Yukimura, it sounds like you are properly volunteering. Are you sure you'd do a better job of taking care of Sengoku then Izou would? Disappointment doesn't suit me and failure would mean death..." she stated in a nonchalant way. The words spoken privately to her would make a smile cross her face. She'd return them, turning her own head to the side. Quietly speaking to him as well. "Yeah, kinda. I hate waiting on them, and if I am going to choose it might as well be amusing, right?" Those kind of words were typical of her type as a Queen. Everything for her, her amusement, her power, her affection, everything.

"That so?" Izou wondered as his brow rose with intrigue. "Well then, color me grateful little missy. Congrats on purchasing a ticket to the best ride this city's got to offer," he continued, oozing confidence through his every pore. Said confidence would not be dissuaded by the interjection of one Yukimura, who could be called Izou's kinsman in a way. The other male thought himself Izou's equal, while Izou viewed him as a boy playing games in a man's world. The only words Izou had left were part of his personal chat with Kolin. "Might wanna take advantage and cash that in, whenever you're done walking the dogs~"

Kolin brought the brunette's resolve into question. Yes, he would do a better job than some manslayer in commanding their former country. Izou was one he believed should not even be in the discussion. "Sengoku? There is no one here better suited to claiming Sengoku than myself. If you see fit to place Okada there, then I believe I would be the best suited to any of the kingdoms, but none better than Sengoku!" Ah, the young Yukimura was confident as well... but it would not be Izou who challenged his resolve; it would be Dimitri, the blonde who rose to tower over all others in line. "Don't be a fool. Kingship is not for a child. I will lead whatever country I am assigned to prosperity. It would be a grievous misuse of ability to assign some child before me," the man spoke. "You're all fools. I have been by Queen Kolin's side longer than any of you, and more recently. I am the most experienced in how she would like her subsidiaries managed. Obviously, the best choice is me." These words were spoken by Lot, who did not rise like the others. Three hats were in the ring, but at that time, footsteps were sounding in the corridor just outside. Ah... poor, poor Lot with his annoying little voice. Someone didn't like that at all, and the whole of this throne room would soon be finding out. . .

Apparently, Kolin had won herself a ticket on the best ride the city had to offer. The couldn't deny the truth of this in the moment. Izou was definitely the closest to giving her the sort of thing she needed out of sex for it to be fun. Granted there was something else she enjoyed much more but, it'd probably be a while yet until she got to experience that again. That was annoying. A small huff left the woman as she tried to push that thought much further away from the forefront of her mind. "I'll do it when I'm good and ready," yes that was about all anyone could ever expect from one such as Kolin. Even when in a good mood she was quite beyond the typical 'bitchy' attitude.

Speaking of, when she asked the lad with the brown hair of his intentions, he claimed to be ready and willing to do better. Making it obvious that he didn't enjoy her potential choice in Izou and wished to prove himself. This was good. Though the lad wasn't exactly bad on the eyes, he was definitely better utilized doing her bidding elsewhere. "Oh? You sound so sure. I might actually consider it," she said giving way to a bit of whimsy. Of course, she'd let him have it, but she couldn't have him thinking he was completely secure, especially not before she was certain to have all the necessary seats filled elsewhere. The next person to speak up would be Dimitri. That blonde haired man at his full height made the woman on the throne look twice a gentle sparkle coming to her eyes. He was indeed an experienced individual. Admittedly she would have preferred to keep him around as eye candy. His personality suited her, he was a little hard and a little soft, flexible even. "Dimitri, you wish to rule as well? It'd be a shame to send you away, but I don't know if I could keep a man from his ambitions like that... maybe I won't seen you too far away, hm?" she goaded just a tad. Such was exactly her nature. Make some think she had favorites. Allow others to believe they were always in jeopardy. And yet others still, were allowed to believe they had purpose greater than what their mark was. One such individual was Lot. Even the sound of his voice was annoying at present. Kolin's eyes turned towards the man and narrowed ever so gently. "Truly you were by my side more recently than most, Lot. Though it isn't as if I couldn't bare to part with you... would you return to your old post in Zuria?" she asked as if it was a proper option. To be honest, she'd give him a Kingdom just to send him away. She didn't want to be anywhere near him and definitely wouldn't be going to visit him at all. Zuria had been an overwhelming defeat, she had no intention of showing her face there again as she presently existed. So, it would basically cost her nothing to get rid of him at this point. If she were less antagonistic, she might have jumped at the opportunity to send him away agreeably, but she wasn't quite that foolhardy.

More sass, or rather... more acting as if she was the one truly calling the shots. Kolin, or rather the woman currently known as Kolin, was quite the enigma. Izou was certain he could have taken any orifice of hers he liked right in the middle of this throne room, and he wouldn't receive anything but faux upset words and obvious pleasure as a result. Ah, but that was the enigmatic part. It became clear in recent times that what this woman sought was domination in the bedroom, but to be the absolute force of dominance in all other aspects. Strange though it was, Izou would allow her whatever happiness she desired. "Hurry it up then. I've been sitting on some ideas for weeks now," he said. It was all but decided that he would be trying something new with the Queen of Dis once this farce of a meeting was over. He had quite a bit of time to mull over the Kolin-related revelation from months ago, hear a few tales about her ordeals in the earliest days of Dis, and make a few decisions for his next conquest.

"Hai, Kolin-sama," the man called Yukimura said. He was convinced there were none better suited to rule among Kolin's underlings than himself, but at least two others disagreed. Dimitri, a former prince and champion of a fallen country, believed he stood on the highest podium. He was well-seasoned, chivalrous, but simultaneously cutthroat when necessary or called upon by the proper individuals. He had his ambitions, and perhaps the most legitimate form of fealty toward the queen sitting before them. What was this, though? It would indeed be a shame to be very distant, and it seemed Kolin preferred the idea of keeping him closer. "If it is within your grace, Queen Kolin, I do have a preferred kingdom to rule," he admitted with deference. The Holy Kingdom of Faerghus was where he truly belonged, if it were possible for him to be there. His place was at Kolin's command, now and always, but a bit of indulgence to his wishes would also acquiesce to the woman's desire to keep him close. All he needed was an ear and an open mind. Besides, Dimitri himself would dread being sent too far. The queen was the source of his comfort, after all.

Speaking of open minds, there was one specific mind that could not be anything but closed. Sir Lot of Zuria had much to say, but no ground to stand on. It was clear to few that Kolin could be rid of him without a care, but that poor, deluded 'knight' viewed it as a mark of his usefulness abroad. It was all part of the plan to become the one true king at this queen's side, and he was enough of an ignoramus to say such. "Of course. If it is Zuria you wish to place me in, then Zuria will be made to flourish. I will even take the liberty of relieving you, taking that pack mule with me to be a transporter of goods back to Your Grace's throne. Over time, you will see my worth is far greater than any other who serves you."

What a novel idea. Lot could be gone, and that cuckold Leorio would be taken with him. Alas, this was not to be. Those footsteps were drawing nearer, and their owner was in sight. Mid-length golden locks donned the head of a true knight, Sir Pellinore, former Grand Duke of Cornwall. He'd known this queen as Queen Ygerna of that very country, but had eyes on the events of Zuria through other former soldiers of Cornwall. "Yes, let's leave the once-illustrious Kingdom of Zuria to some fat oaf who adopted bulimia and fratricide all to bed a woman he had no business even looking at. As much as I would like to be rid of that royal arse Leorio, I have a much better idea," he spoke. No formalities were given upon his postmature arrival, nor did he bother taking a knee as the others in this room did. He was here for one purpose, and one purpose alone: to stop some worthless cur from being too high on the totem pole. "Here's an idea. Send that tub of lard back to the galley he rode in on, and see how long it takes him to regain enough weight that the ship sinks."

There was the matter of Izou. So full of commentary. He knew the truth of her though and wasn't the type to press her limits so long as he got to have his fun. She appreciated that much about him, "Quiet you. I'll get through it faster without the distraction," the woman said with her same haughty attitude. she did indeed, need to dominate in all aspects not the bedroom. But here and now she was divvying up what were technically very important tasks for her best and brightest men. Well, most of them anyways.

"It looks a bit like you may get what you want. Sengoku is probably in need of a bit of new blood. I might let you see what you make of it," she said to Yukimura. To be honest, he wasn't exactly the best, but he was far from the worst. Though she didn't necessarily want to bed him all the time, he was far from the worst possible option. To be fair to the lad, he did have at least the ambition necessary to take care of a kingdom like the one he came from originally. And she could count on him to continue the tributes and do whatever she relayed she needed. A good puppet king to follow orders, Yukimura would do fine. Ah, but then there was Dimitri. He apparently had a preference in Kingdom he ruled and didn't want to part with her either, that gave her a bit of a boost. "Oh? I'll hear your request, you deserve at least that much~" she said nailing home the idea that the former prince was indeed more worthy than some present. Lot should be especially fearful of such words considering she was content to send him away.

Damn. He wasn't that smart at all. That amount of stupidity had to run in the family. He definitely didn't get that she was trying to get rid of him. The high society jab seemed to fly over the lad's head. Why was he even here, but what was this. There was at least one good thing offered by the man who didn't understand his uselessness. "Well, I am tired of looking at him," she said of the young former King Leorio. Ah, he could have been more like Yukimura. In fact, she'd given him the chance based on the former performance of Yukimura and the fact that his brother was a fat disgusting lout initially.

Too bad. That wasn't to be right just now. Instead the entrance of another blonde man caught Kolin's eye. She recognized this one. And he had some interesting things to say. He reminded her of Lot's former failings both physically and mentally. "Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!~" that true sound of melodious laughter rang out from Kolin. If there was something in the world she enjoyed, it was belittling those she thought deserved it. She hadn't laughed that hard in quite a while. Oh, gods. "Pellinore you're late. But since that was funny, I'll forgive you..." oh how the tables had turned. Hadn't she once said something similar to Lot for poking fun at his younger brother. Well, yes... but that was the only person he could talk about. Oh how the mighty had fallen. "Alas, does that mean you wish to claim a Kingdom instead Pellinore?"

Distraction, she said. What an interesting thing for Kolin to admit indirectly. Of course, Izou wouldn't let that stand without commentary. "Oh go ahead, deal with the peasants. While you're at it though, feel free to keep telling me how much of a distraction I am to you," he quipped. That pipe of his finally stopped dragging along the skin of her breast, tapping the bottom of her chin as Izou seated himself on her throne's arm. He wasn't one of those lovestruck servants, so he definitely wasn't going to put himself among them.

Yukimura nodded, taking his proverbial backseat with the idea that he could have the nation of Sengoku. Dimitri was offered the time to speak, which he would do only after bowing his head. "Thank you, my Queen. If you would prefer me closer to Dis, it would also suit many of my desires to be placed in Faerghus. I am most familiar with the land, and I would like to see it returned to its former glory. All the better if accomplishing that would benefit you, and leave me in close enough proximity to return to your side whenever you so wish it." Of the bunch, Dimitri may have been the most loyal without ulterior motives. He was in servitude as an answer to his own honor's calling, and that could not be broken so easily. He even had little qualm with the others present, so long as none got in the way of his service.

Everyone was tired of looking at Leorio. Everything that boy-king did was a slight against men everywhere, and none believed that more than... Pellinore. Still, the man had more direct issues with Lot. Leorio was beyond deluded, even sick, but Lot was another type of annoyance entirely. Of course, Lot took exception to being addressed in such a way, even hearing words once spoken to him now offered to one who spoke ill of him. "Watch your mouth! If you think you're more suited to be under the queen's order than I am, then I─" Pellinore was still walking, raising a hand to press against the lips of Lot. This silenced the other male by its shock as Pellinore continued walking toward the queen. "I will take Zuria, and I will use this Holy Sword to avenge the atrocities previously committed there. I have information as to the whereabouts of a certain self-proclaimed knight that crossed your path recently. Queen Kolin, grant me the honor of showing those whelps what a true holy relic can do."

Was Lot, the great knight of Zuria, being ignored now? Had he even been shushed by another man? This was unacceptable! The redhead was fuming; he would be having none of this nonsense. How could he make a comeback from being laughed at by the queen herself? Well, there was one surefire way, and it was to do away with the man that brought this attention his way! "Pellinore! I challenge you to a duel before the throne! I'll show you what it means to make a mockery of me," Lot exclaimed. To this, Pellinore could almost laugh. With the most bemused grin on his face, he kept eyes trained on the queen. "Does he not know? Are you going to let this ignoramus make a bigger fool of himself in your throne room?"

Izou enjoyed being told he was a distraction. He would like that sort of thing, a scoff escaped Kolin in the moment because she'd originally had no intention of revealing such a thing. Even so, he wasn't wrong and soon enough stopped randomly touching her and sat himself next to her on the arm of her throne. She sort of liked him there... not quite a lapdog, but maybe some sort of comfort animal instead. Someone who knew her temperament well enough to hold her over as she spiraling into and out of moments of lucidity.

Yukimura to Sengoku that was all but decided. He showed just the right amount of ambition and subservience to be given such a thing. And then there were the words of Dmitri. He wished to go back to Faerghus. That was a good plan, one that kept him practically within arms reach and allowed him to take the throne that technically belonged to him. Traumatized but under her thumb. Happenstance had put this lad in her hands and she was far from casting him aside. "Oh? Well that does suit both my needs and yours. And you've more than earned a chance to see your own dreams to fruition..." she mentioned. Still she hadn't yet declared him. She planned to declare all kings at once, to avoid any abject favoritism. She wanted them in competition with each other, but not necessarily pointing any unnecessary aggression her way.

Lot though had more words that came out almost whiny to Kolin. Why on earth was this man so very annoying? It was like after the moment of dominating his brother, she'd felt nothing for him afterwards. She'd even had the most sickening pregnancy scare of her life thinking that she might have ended up with such deplorable genes sharing her own. It was some kind of divine intervention that the child had been Jason's and given that she'd felt even more the need to get rid of the man before her. Ah, but Pellinore was here and he had plenty to say. Going on to shush the man where he stood and continue towards Kolin. He laid claims on a certain place so recently abandoned and went on to claim to right the wrongs she'd suffered while there. "Well, I can't really say no to that at all. It saves me so many extras. I do like a man in charge, Pellinore to Zuria, Yukimura to Sengoku and Dmitri to Faerghus... that only leaves..." ah, she wouldn't get to finish. She would have been content to send Lot to Cornwall to the deep snow to live out the rest of his life perhaps even losing the place just to let someone more interesting get rid of him. But no, right at the moment the man was claiming he wished to challenge Pellinore to a duel before the throne. Pellinore to his credit questioned what Kolin would allow and this man making a fool of himself was pretty high on the list.

"I doubt he knows. Zuria was an overly peaceful place, you noted yourself how much leisure time the Knights there were allowed. He has no idea what men who fight their own battles are actually capable of, but he does this sort of thing a lot," she said of Lot. "A duel before the throne ends in death, if you're sure of yourself do as you like, but you won't earn clemency from me..." she claimed. The lads could sort this out themselves. It was more worthwhile when they knew to work towards displacing each other. Pellinore potentially getting rid of Lot was nothing but a benefit to her.

Yukimura would have Sengoku, and Dimitri would have his former home, it seemed. Pellinore was to be placed in charge of Zuria, which resulted in the claim of over half the available countries. Ah, but Kolin wouldn't be allowed to name the other leaders due to Lot's outburst of a challenge. That poor, sheltered fool from Zuria. Times of peace did not build warriors, and despite what the people of Zuria thought, they lived the most peaceful lives of all after being the final country felled on this continent. "You accept this ludicrous challenge? You must really want him dead, and perhaps a new splash of color on in your throne room."

Lot would no longer be taking this. The other inhabitants of Zuria may have been weaklings spoiled by calmer times, but he alone was elite among that bunch. He separated himself from the others, taking up his spear in preparation for a slaughter. Little did he know, the death this day would most likely be his own. "Enough talk, you bastard. Face me!" Lot demanded. Pellinore reacted with a sigh while retreating down the throne's stairs, meeting Lot where he stood. Foolish Pellinore, Lot thought. While in the presence of Kolin, the knight of Zuria received a massive boost to his statistics, placing him in a league of his own. He was so certain of his victory, a forward lunge was performed without a moment of hesitation; Pellinore's weapon had not even been drawn.

"For God's sake, have some class," said Pellinore. What would he do in response to Lot's charge? Well... nothing at all. He stood steady, allowing Lot's lance to pierce its way through his torso. Strange, this was. There was no splash of blood, no reaction of pain, yet no lack of resistance on Lot's end to imply any illusionary techniques. He undoubtedly pierced the blonde, so why was he not dead already? More importantly, why did he so obviously allow this strike? Lot was made concerned. He jumped back, removing his spear from Pellinore's chest and confirming that he'd run him through. . .

Ah, what an unsightly hole Pellinore had in his tunic now. The unrefined technique of Lot not only pierced, but shredded. Pellinore took the time to do away with his shirt, winking at Kolin and then Lot while his torso was laid bare. Indeed, he was doing a bit of flexing on the lesser male. Meanwhile, poor Lot had never been so confused─ where was the hole in that man's chest? "What's the matter? Knowledge of enemy forces is something one gains in times of war, Pretend Knight. Did you hear nothing of the man raised to slay the Questing Beast? Few things could make that possible," Pellinore claimed while stepping toward an increasingly-frightened Lot. During this approach, the blonde's sword was not drawn once. He looked toward the one called Dimitri, thinking it a shame that Lot saw fit to place himself above such an upstanding man. "What costed you that eye, Sir Dimitri?" he asked rhetorically. "I would assume our friend here did it, given his obvious preference for piercing. I wonder if..."

Pellinore did nothing at all, yet blood was still spilled. A brilliant display of crimson erupted from the face of Lot, who was now... minus his right eye, and a portion of that tiny brain floating around in his head. Pellinore had the sense to step aside and clear a path for said blood, while Lot fell to his knees in a mixture of shock and... well, a lack of a few brain functions. "Oh dear, what is this? Sir Dimitri, I do hope you have a spare eyepatch tucked away somewhere. Though... it also seems poor Lot will not be able to put it on himself, I'm afraid─"

Would Kolin accept this challenge regardless of how outlandish it was? Yes. But it wasn't a simple of matter of just wanting the man dead. If he could prove himself more useful than someone else, she wouldn't have any problem with him continuing to live. She'd still send him off because she found him unappealing but at least then all of his bravado would be worth it. "I don't care how ridiculous it might be. Whoever wins will be of use to me so it matters little. And if such a thing keeps outbursts from interrupting my meetings, then all the better..." she explained of her own disposition.

Regardless of all of this she got to watch as Lot faced what had to be insurmountable power to him. To be honest, she doubted Lot's ability to even fight the Knights from the former Cornwall. There was a reason she acknowledged Cador as his better, and most of the other knights as well. Most of it had to do exactly with the lack of tact in his battle choices. Of course, she couldn't really talk too much about that, but she was still far more refined as an individual than he was... or at least that was the belief.

Ah, but Lot's insolent use of a lance, didn't seem to get him very far. He only managed to, tear apart Pellinore's shirt, which he discarded much to Kolin's general pleasure. That cheeky wink sent her way wouldn't go unnoticed either. In fact, the lass shifted in her throne, sitting up a bit straighter to pay more attention. Obviously, this show was being put on for her benefit, she might as well, enjoy it. Whatever the case, Lot soon learned how far above him Sir Pellinore was, if only because he was now missing an eye by his own doing and in agony because of it. A chuckle escaped Kolin in the moment, after all... it was rather funny that he'd been the way he was with everyone while having no idea of the odds he faced. She wondered if he would have reconsidered his loud and undeserving speech if he realized how lowly those from Zuria actually looked compared to the other kingdoms she'd conquered.

Pitiful. Lot had so much to say, while being able to do so very little. Here he was now, blood pouring out of his eye socket, with an inability to properly produce words due to apparent brain damage. What was a man like Pellinore to do before this unsightly thing? "It's so atrocious, I don't even want to touch it. Maybe I should have let him land a few more blows for a cleaner death," Pellinore mused. Ah, hindsight. There was a way or two that he could have finished Lot off, yet they would all ruin his flawless visage.

"This battle is over, but I dare not sully myself with a drop of that cur's blood. Izou, won't you be a pal and handle the execution?" This was the final decision made to savor Pellinore's own image. He was the clear victor here, as far as he was concerned, but it was the responsibility of those who would not take charge to dirty their hands. Izou would not take kingship, and was therefore the most fit to do such dirty work.

Alas, Izou disagreed. He was quite relaxed where he was, sitting atop the arm of Kolin's throne while leaning against the back. At this point, he was almost leaning against the queen herself. Regardless, he didn't seem very willing to move at all. "Me, kill someone I didn't beat? You knights are always funny. What's in it for me if I do it?" he asked, though the question didn't seem meant for Pellinore at all. In fact, his gaze was set upon the queen next to him when these words were spoken. A knight had nothing to offer him, after all.

What a sad showing. After losing his eyes and apparently a bit of his brain, Lot had nothing to offer for himself. At this point, Kolin would have preferred if he begged for his life at least. Then his actions could have been blamed on false bravado and cowardice. As it stood he was only just a parasite of the worst possible order. Kolin looked down upon this entire thing and scoffed. "You probably should have. This isn't even really entertaining now..." she said with that haughty attitude that existed for the sole purpose of placing her above others. She'd already warned Lot that a duel before the throne ended in death and thus the terms were already accepted. He'd lost and he now just needed to die. Unfortunately, Pellinore wasn't the type to want to finish off one such as Lot, and to be honest, Kolin couldn't really blame him. She kept people around herself so she didn't have to get her hands dirty as well.

Ah, but the thought to instigate the usage of one of her tools instead. Izou was the type of person would liked to kill. But this kill wasn't yet his job. Izou wouldn't kill a man he hadn't fought just to do it. He would however kill if he had the incentive to do so. Ah, this put her on the spot. She didn't pay him per se, she asked him to kill people and had sex with him. No need to say all of that, there was however the matter of the upkeep of her image. "You're supposed to be keep the distractions to a minimum. We all know this should be over already, do your job and end the distraction so I can end the meeting," How very snide of her, but the way her gaze shifted to Izou was less... annoyed than it could have been. There were layers to that, Izou knew how he was paid and what he got out of doing the things that Kolin and her faces wanted. If he wanted anything plus what he was logically already getting, taking care of the eyesore in front of her was the fastest way to get through this little meeting so she could get back to what she wanted and preferred to be doing.

"Indeed. I do beg your forgiveness for the boring show. If ever the opportunity arises again, the next one will be a bit flashier," Pellinore stated. Maybe, just maybe, Kolin would show Lot something regarding mercy by letting him live until he stupidly challenged someone like Pellinore again. No, that wouldn't be happening at all. A death was owed, and it would be granted by none other than Izou. Pellinore could never be the one to guarantee this, but the queen had some form of arrangement with the ronin. To others present, she seemed to be very good at pulling his strings, rather than it appearing to be a relatively mutual exchange.

Ah, saving face again. That was normal, and Izou would never bother showing her other side to those she commanded. As he interpreted it, his payment for carrying out this execution was solidified. A smile of contentment crossed the swordsman's face as he stood. "H'oh. So, it's my job now? Understood," he said jovially with a swift unsheathing of the katana at his hip. While walking toward the fallen Lot, he seemed more pleased than ever. Did this have to do with his arrangement with Kolin, or perhaps more to do with a love of killing? Well, that was up to interpretation, wasn't it? "Hai hai, no more distractions for now. I'll take double pay for pain and suffering~" he said.

If nothing else, Izou would be sure to put on a show since he couldn't do any actual fighting. Poor Lot was mumbling some incoherent nonsense that seemed to be an attempt at words, his singular eye following Izou as if he were some cat with a fixation. "Eyes down. Well─ eye down. You don't get to see the show," Izou teased while waving his blade about. This statement was ended with what appeared to be a slash which formed a circle, or even drew a ribbon. The maneuver was much more refined than that, and the end result was a magnificent display of crimson from the body of Lot. By the time Izou turned about and sheathed his sword, blood was beginning to spew outward from every inch of Lot's body. The technique used applied an understanding of the enemy heartbeat. Every one of ten thousand slices was performed as the blood returned to Lot's heart. A bit of extra attention was paid to the areas surrounding major arteries, all to knot them like hoses and halt the outward beat. Lot was left the link between brain and heart to allow those continued beat attempts, which resulted in that accumulated blood bursting out just as his body (sans head and torso) fell to literal ribbons─ many of which were thin enough to float away for a lovely spread pattern. Of course, the best part about this was the fact that a splash or two even reached Pellinore, who showed a great deal of annoyance at Izou while wiping it from his torso.

"Yare yare. That could have been a good confetti show if he'd been moving at all. I'm gonna guess that loses me points for triple pay? Do I have to extort it?"

Pellinore made the claim that he would make sure to put on a more interesting show if he had the opportunity to do so. "It's fine. I didn't expect much from him a fight with you anyway," she said of Lot. She knew that man wouldn't have been a worthy opponent for most people. She was almost certain he wouldn't have even been within her line of sight if there had been more easily influenced Knights in Zuria.

Well, much to the credit of Izou he felt no need to challenge her public persona. If only other people were so agreeable, she could be living a much more fulfilled life at the moment. So, he took on the execution of Lot without too much more sass than normal. Apparently he wanted double pay for pain and suffering. "I might allow it," she mentioned, though to be honest she probably would have done lots of interesting things with Izou just because she felt like it. She also wouldn't confirm nor deny anything while upholding her queenly disposition.

And what a sight it was. The sword skills of Izou were never to be understated. In fact, she couldn't actually follow the movements of his blade but the aftermath of it would be visible to all present. As Lot became nothing more than a squeeze ball of blood confetti that managed to splash the surrounding area. That was a huge mess, but at least it was exciting to see. "You won't get anything extra out of me. I already have to have someone clean all this up..." she commented though she was truthfully smiling in the same moment. "Still, that was one of the more interesting kills I've seen." That was about as close to a compliment as anyone was going to get from her and now she was finally able to move along to the real point of her meeting. A sigh escaped her as the tried to remember the point of her focus, "Oh right, I was saying, Yukimura to Sengoku, Dmitri to Faerghus, and Pellinore to Zuria, which leaves only Cornwall and Ithaca to be occupied by someone else..." she said her eyes dancing across the line. She'd prefer to have someone of substantial standing in most of these places. But who was the last pick? Maybe of these men would volunteer to stay away from Izou, maybe one would volunteer to prove they were better? It didn't really matter which thing happened, as long as there was a someone to take the last Kingdom under their control.

Izou wouldn't be getting anything extra out of the woman, would he? Nonsense. At this point, he was beyond certain of his ability to take what he pleased, without any issues so long as the time and place permitted. Even so, this was neither the time nor the place to make that understanding too obvious. "I won't, huh?" he asked as if confirming her statement. There was a hint of challenge just under the surface of his words. He was going to be getting a lot of extra once these others were sent off, and he intended to have Kolin understand that without losing face in front of her precious little army of slaves.

Speaking of Kolin's forces, one of them saw the necessity of cleaning the mess Izou left behind. All those ribbons, and all that blood, were absorbed into a swarm of darkness that almost seemed to devour it like some sort of beast. The still-connected head and torso remained, albeit with no further blood pouring from them. This swarm returned to a male with sleek black hair, which turned blonde as the darkness faded. Princely in nature, this blue-eyed male rose to his feet while snickering. "I've been waiting for everyone to shut up. Cornwall is mine," he said, knowing others would have no room to argue against him after a strange form of malice filled the throne room. One other did rise, though─ the white-haired male in dark armor who took an early place in the lineup. Those piercing golden hues of his were fixed on Kolin with nothing resembling subservience, but everything signaling intentions of a less-than-reputable manner. "Ithica should be mine. I have an attachment to it. I challenge any who think to claim it over me."

Izou was pretty good at playing this game of pretending not to know what Kolin was really like. That was good, her ego couldn't take anyone else doing anything she didn't outright like to her in front of those who were supposed to worship her. Jason got a certain amount of absolute immunity, given she'd sworn an oath that she'd mentioned to quite a few people. Most would avoid that man at most costs and the more dominating of her male forces would soon be out of Dis for the foreseeable future so she wouldn't have so much to worry about with them potentially butting heads. So all was well as the queen could expect.

Speaking of, there was soon a blood feast which would at least partially rid of her of the potential clean up in the most terrible way possible. This was launched by a man who'd come into her folds rather strangely. She had no issue with him nor what he chose to do, so she could agree to his choice in place especially after he so forcefully made himself known. "Alright, Oberon to Cornwall. Didn't know you liked the weather up there..." she mused as if this was somewhat entertaining. And the last of the pieces was a certain white haired male who claimed he would take the last of the places offered. He challenged anyone else to take his spot and she assumed none would. "Well, I've already given into one such request. I do like the idea of those who will be in charge being familiar with the area. That will make the transition smoother, that's fine Odysseus." she claimed. Yes, the volunteering of her better men, made it so she didn't really have to choose. It was so much easier for her if people wanted to do things and would follow her orders without question. Men like these did that sort of thing.

"Alright then, you five are responsible for the kingdoms mentioned. I need you to reestablish them with the scraps they have left and get them functional enough to feed this place. If your country has farmland I am expecting a tribute of food stuffs immediately. Material goods are to be funneled as quickly as they can be made. That is phase one, establish yourselves and rule how you like beyond that. Just be ready and willing to answer my call whenever I give it clear?"

No worries, no concerns; these were the thoughts most often found in Izou's mind. Things seemed to be wrapping up quite smoothly, and as such, he figured it was in his best interest to sit upon the throne's arm once again. The strange male referred to as Oberon made his intentions clear as day, and was granted dominion over Cornwall as a result. In wake of this, the legendary Odysseus himself spoke of claiming Ithica while receiving no contest from others. Both were given their posts, then the whole group was given their orders.

To restore the kingdoms and funnel goods was the general order given. Five men stood before the throne, and five men nodded and voiced their understanding of orders in unison. From Izou's position, it looked almost like a military drill of some sort; how quaint. Luckily, these were some of the more capable individuals currently within Dis. Them gone meant only that Izou could expect a bit more fun for himself, both in the bedroom, and on the battlefield. Where was the loss? There wasn't one. Pure satisfaction was what the swordsman felt while watching those five warriors make their way, and while all others who approached the throne room left without being tasked a thing. Ah, sweet relief for Izou! Relaxed as ever before, he leaned against the throne's back yet again. "Y'know, I wonder how you manage that sometimes. Don't you get bored of those bastards who do whatever you want, whenever you say it?"

Everyone finally left. And all was as it should have been. Kolin was now alone in her throne room, having a semi-relaxed conversation with Izou, who seemed to be just as pleased as she was. His words made her roll her eyes as she slouched to the other side, unaffected by the shift of gravity to her form because of the being still holding up her massive chest. "I don't really know how I manage it either. It's probably why I just fly off the handle from time to time. Still..." she gave a bit of consideration to the philosophical question posed to her. Though she had very little idea of how she managed it, she also was more than well aware of how men behaved around her. She knew it was necessary to get what she wanted.

"I mean, I do get tired of it. But if they do what I want it will get me what I want. If they do it without arguments its better for me in general. It's how this sort of thing has always worked for me, so... it's a necessity to have such people around," she said as if there was a logical explanation for her actions. To be fair, it was a bit of a justification. There was the additional issue that she had and needed the extra attention and thrived off of what was provided to her. Whatever the case, she was always left a bit disgusted by the ordeal. So, what would she do, she'd get up and have a bath. This meeting was already taken care of, and she'd already had one filled for the sake of amusing herself afterwards so she'd aim to go where she needed to. As it stood, the one remaining breast holder was following around behind her and would continue to do so until she dismissed him. "Ugh, there is no point if there is just one of you. Go away..." she said to the one remaining causing him to bow before scurrying off. "You coming?"

True enough, Kolin's demeanor outside of the more... entertaining scenarios did demand a certain amount of submission from her associates. Izou supposed, at the end of it all, she was still ruler of a kingdom that would soon be an empire. Some level of cutthroat capacity was to be expected, and nothing became an empire without properly subservient lesser countries. "Well you ain't wrong. Gotta have minions if you're doing this kind of uh... work," he commented.

Unexpectedly, Kolin rose from her throne and went on the move. Where was she going? Well, wherever it was, she apparently had no use of a single supporter for that giant rack of hers. It didn't really matter the destination, though. Izou was already on the move, never one to let his own intentions fall by the wayside. The decision had been made long ago, so of course he was close behind and waiting for the ideal moment to strike. Ah, those assassin types, always looking for the time of most effective impact to attack. "Get those arms a break, man!" he said to the dismissed breast-holder. "They'll fall off eventually."

It took some nerve for Kolin to ask if Izou was coming along. Where else would he go? All that talk had to lead somewhere, or it was pointless from the start. "Is that a real question? I planned on coming from the start. A good few times, if you catch my drift~"

Having moved along without incident, Kolin heard what Izou had to say. At least someone managed to understand what she was going for, all she wanted was respect, adoration and people to follow her orders without any of the extra thought. While she would also appreciate a sassy bit of commentary or a bit more aggression it wasn't something she'd allow to leak over and interfere with her plans. There was a certain man who had to pay for snubbing her, and she didn't care how many men she had to go through to get to him. "Minions is a good one. I definitely need multiple pairs of capable hands that aren't annoying to deal with but I guess it's too much to ask for all the time..." she murmured. All of Zuria was almost behind her, the only thing she hadn't managed to completely shake was Leorio but at least Lot was dead so he wasn't something she'd have to deal with hopefully ever again.

Apparently Izou was just feeling quippy as he had something rather funny to say to the male she'd sent off from holding up her massive chest. HIs words made her scoff nonetheless they always did. "Ugh, his arms. My back is always killing me... he doesn't even need the arms..." she said haughtily. Of course, she felt this way about everyone. No one's pain or displeasure was above her own. It would be ridiculous to consider how the arms of the man bra felt since he volunteered for such a duty to start with. Whatever the case, Izou said he'd come along without much fuss making some very pointed words while he did. "Was that... word play? Are you just being sassy again?" she asked with a certain amount of genuine curosity. Of course, it was another unknown fact that she didn't understand flirting from the sense of it being playful. As she was, it was something done with purpose to extract a certain amount of information or work out of someone or something. It wasn't something to be undertaking just in casual conversation, what reason would anyone have to do that? While she thought this over and awaited whatever witty reply the man with her had to offer. She reached her bath and began to strip. Random extra men in chaps showed up to pick up the discarded clothing pieces and she sank into a tub of almost bubbling water with her head leaned back and sighed her own relief.

"Looks like you need pairs of hands for a lot more than that," Izou commented, a direct reference to the more recent type of servant he'd seen around Kolin. She used the masses for a great many things, but having individuals on hand just to hold her hooters was something very new to him. Apparently, she even thought the pain of those servants' arms was nothing compared to her existing back pains. Well, she was probably right, even if that thought pattern was a bit out of line. No matter. Izou didn't care for the wellbeing of servile individuals; they were tantamount to himself and other manslayers from Sengoku in status. All were disposable, and all should be willing to lose life and limb at any moment. Maybe this type of limb-related loss wasn't conventional, but that didn't matter. "You'll run out of tit-holders eventually. Just get a damn masseuse scheduled or something," he countered.

Was that word play? Yes. Was he being sassy again? No. There was no again; Izou was never anything but sassy. "Was it?! I didn't notice a thing. Maybe it was an accident. Y'know, since I've been waiting all day to dump sixteen loads on your tits and see how long it takes that deep ass cleavage bucket to spill over. Or who knows, maybe you wanna drink it before that happens~" he said. Since quippy behavior was just going to fly right over the bitchy queen's head for its purpose, he'd be a little more blatant about it. In the meantime, he watched the queen discard her clothes and have random expendable servants deal with them. Of course, Izou was going to insert himself into her bath yet again, so he began stripping off his kimono and the like as well. By the time Kolin's head leaned back, he was stepping into the tub to join from the other side. "Also, why an empire? What good's that gonna do for ya'? I'm guessing it's a little deeper than just a cock-calling card across the continent."

Kolin needed a lot of hands for a lot of things. This much was absolutely true. One of the many things she enjoyed about Izou was his lack of concern for her obviously selfish actions. Though admittedly he made a reasonable point. She would eventually run out of those with the strength to hold up her bosom for her, she should instead invest in a masseuse. Hm, where did one find one in a world like this. She hadn't had this problem in Zuria but she also had access to Nerys. That woman was more useful than any would ever know. And before that the perfection of her body kept her from feeling any undue strain. "I had one... she decided she'd rather be a sand pirate on a boat of rapists when I released her from her servitude," she said flippantly. She supposed Nerys couldn't have been the only such individual on the planet but she had no idea where to find one she could force into submission in the moment. "I'll go looking for another one eventually," she said. Uh, all the 'mages' on this continent were in that country Maurenia. One of the few she couldn't get her hands on. According to all information she had, it was run by an unmarried Queen. And everyone inside was kept on a relatively short leash. To be honest, she would probably respect such a woman if she wasn't keeping her from adding a few high class mages to her current group (and if she wasn't innately a misogynist).

That was a problem for a different time. Right now, she was dealing with the problem of Izou. Or rather correcting it in her own mind. His overly sassy speech had been quite indirect for most of the duration of their conversation. Of course, here alone in the bath now that he was with her, he seemed to abandon all pretense. This was fine as well. He wanted to blow sixteen loads on her... "Preference, if you couldn't manage both would you even be worth keeping around," yeah, that was salty enough to imply what she wished without her having to give up too much. That was just what she aimed for. Beyond all of this, now settled in the tub, the man with her wanted to know her reasoning behind an empire. There were quite a few reasons for it, and it was always strange for any of the men in her company to question her desires at all. It was a marked improvement from those following blindly. "For influence. This place is in the middle of the desert. There isn't any land here really so I need to be able to get what I need. But... dealing with people who aren't mine to boss around doesn't work for me. I'm not here for people to argue with me or expect something in return for what they should be pleased to give me. So... I'll run the empire and every individual king in it. I'll get exactly what I need and not have to spend a single coin on anything." she explained of her desire to take over this continent. This wasn't apart of her big plan but the next large step she was willing to share with anyone.

Ah yes, the sand pirate woman Izou managed to have a small experience with was very tightly linked to Kolin at some point in the past. Izou hadn't bothered finding out the finer details back then, considering the fact that he was busy with... much more important things. Now though, he had a bit more context. "That lesbian with the witch hat? You used her for massages?" he inquired. Why Kolin thought it necessary to use a mage as a masseuse, he'd never understand. She could have grabbed any random individual with the knowledge for that purpose. Hell, even Izou himself could manage a suitable enough massage─ not that he'd be bringing that up directly. "Just get one of your thousand guys with their big strong hands to do it. You don't need magic for comfort."

As for the choice between an overflowing bucket and a drink for the queen, her time had come to be the sassy one of the pair. Both, eh? Not quite to his meaning, but close enough. "Good point. I figured pumping two holes and then picking one of those or the other would be enough, but I'll never get anywhere without pushing the limits. For an idea like that, I should let you wash me off to get an extra for free," the samurai said cheekily, casually pointing toward his groin beneath the water's surface. Of course, the matter of Kolin's empire still needed addressing. Her answer was so quintessentially her that it was almost worth laughing about. She wanted a rule that did not require the cooperation of others─ only their absolute servitude. It was a tyrannical approach, and those... frankly had a decent chance of working in this world, if one could go through the motions of getting them set up. "Fair 'nuff. Keep an eye open for rebellions. For what you want, that group of yours has a little bit too much of their own ambition to stay under you forever. Though, the rest of them have the ambition of trying to get over you instead. I guess that one still works out in the end."

The lesbian with the witch's hat. Yes that was an apt enough description of Nerys. The fact that he knew her as a lesbian meant that Kolin had truly overreacted to the situation surrounding Jason, but... she was sworn to him. She couldn't help but overreact to things about him, right? Ah, whatever the case, it was apparent that Izou wasn't aware of certain necessities presented by having proper magical prowess in a human body. "Yes, the witchy lesbian, but a sorceress was necessary, and technically one still is," she said thinking of how to explain it. "I could get a physical massage every day, and still be sore, because this form is a mage. I am using my body to do magic and it takes its toll on me including all the soreness. It can't be reached physically, I need magical fingers with that knowledge to work it out," she explained. To be honest, there was probably a much better explanation for that. But that had been the overly simplified way that Nerys had explained it to her, when she claimed she didn't get it before.

Ah, but there was the matter of the actual sexual endeavor to be taken into account. According to Izou he could and would do both. Apparently, he wanted all those things and a little something extra. Kolin gave it moderate consideration. He was still casually seated in this tub with her, and she could definitely suck him off under the water. But, would she be able to do it before she blacked out? Maybe not. Actually, that could be a pretty interesting way, to sort of trick him into choking her out a bit. Giving her a bit of control over it instead of just letting herself pass out. That might be worth a try. "Hmphf, you have a lot of nerve trying to actually weasel extra out of me. You're lucky I feel like trying something new..." she said with narrowed eyes. Even so, she still moved towards him, and prepared to submerge herself. That being said, Izou had something to say about the loyalties and ambitions of her top men. "They'll all be under me eventually. I won't let them get ahead of me, and by the time the figure out anything... I'll have no more use for them," she said flippantly. A rebellion from any of her current men was unlikely. And as long as they helped feed her until she could raise her Country to the top level, she wouldn't care. She planned to leave most of them behind, especially the ones she couldn't directly trust before then. Whatever the case, the woman would take only a single extra breath before sinking under the surface under the water, and once she did, Izou would feel the cool sensation of her mouth closing around his cock as she began her work beneath the hot water's surface.

"Eh?" Izou had never been one for magecraft and the like, so this knowledge of mage bodies and their physical drawbacks was entirely new to him. It didn't make a ton of sense, but it didn't really need to be sensible to one like him. He wouldn't even bother trying to find out the finer details of it later. In fact, Izou was most likely to forget this conversation entirely. Such would especially be the case with the decision Kolin would soon make.

He was lucky, was he? No, that wasn't the truth of this situation at all. Izou was fortunate to have stumbled upon a situation that would put him in this country, filled with so many opportunities he enjoyed taking advantage of. Here and now however, Kolin was the lucky one. Izou understood her true desire more than most, if not all the other citizens of Dis. How fortunate she was, that he was also willing to answer those desires, regardless of her attempts to refute them. "Uh-huh," was all he said. Now, Izou expected the woman to be making use of those colossal honkers they'd been discussing previously, but even he was surprised by her actual decision. While she was lowering herself, he saw fit to react to her most recent proclamation. "Keep 'em under you then. That's not important though, is it? You're supposed to be under me right now," he said just before her head sank under the water. There seemed to be the submissive side of Kolin he was waiting for, covering some underlying demand of something from him. What was she expecting, he wondered. It didn't matter; Izou would first inhale a breath of his own while reacclimating himself to the sensation of the queen's maw. "Yare yare. Can't hear me talking shit if your head's under the water," he mused. Regardless, it felt rather good already, and Izou's hand found itself atop Kolin's head to urge it under a bit more.

Even the simple version of the 'human body/magical power' problem didn't make sense to Izou. She figured if he was also human, he probably got his abilities from skills. If he had anything resembling magic, it'd be channeled through his weapon, so he'd likely have nothing to worry about. Her problems were ones which happened to people who didn't 'grow up' in this world. She used magic the way she always had and without the protection of a godly body, she was harmed by it, which was one of the main reasons aside from her sheer laziness that she never bothered using her own abilities when it could be avoided. But, none of that mattered in the moment. She figured if Izou had actually wanted the details he would have asked for them, the fact that he didn't made it obvious that it was a matter of little concern to him.

What would be concerning to them was the warm mouth closing in on his cock beneath the water's surface. What was important was that Kolin was offering herself to him in a way that she often avoided other people. He'd claimed she could keep all the men beneath her if she wanted, and she planned to. There was nothing more to it than that. She found him relaxing and couldn't hear the constant words he was usually speaking. This was probably both a positive and a negative. She couldn't hear him and didn't have to respond, but it was also impossible to be bitchy enough to ensure he did what she wanted. Ah, but he seemed to understand a bit, at least instinctually as his hand was placed upon the back of her head. He could definitely push down harder but... this was fine. She'd suck in on his manhood harder taking it deeper but not all the way. She wanted him to force it, to make it worth not being able to breathe. He should do what she wanted and she'd do what she could to get that done before she lost consciousness beneath the water's surface.

If nothing else, Kolin always managed to find a way toward her desires. She wanted Izou to force her down, and she did just the things necessary to create that eventuality. The harder she sucked, the better he felt. The harder she sucked, the more he wanted it to continue. The deeper she accepted his tool into her mouth, the more he sought a return to the throat he greeted months ago. Eventually, he realized no additional depth was being gained. "Eh?" So, she wanted to goad him into something, did she? Either she had no idea what she was doing, or she knew exactly what she was doing.

Nevertheless, she was getting her cake, and Izou expected her to eat it. Kolin would be receiving the force of an arm which dragged blades through bone for decades upon decades. Now, that force was being grievously underutilized for the sole purpose of forcing her head down the length of his cock. One fell swoop was all it took before he felt the press of her face against his pelvis. What was his intention with this? To do it quickly enough that he could release, allowing a natural withdrawal before applying that same pressure again right away. Unless Kolin did something absolutely ridiculous, that would be the pattern he took. One could wonder how long it would take before bubbles started appearing on the surface. . .

It would seem the plan of Kolin would work as intended. The stopping of her depth upon the ronin's tool would eventually catch his attention. And because he wished for more, he'd force the issue. How did he do this? With a surprisingly good amount of force. The man's hand came down on the back of Kolin's head and force his full length into her throat. She would have immediately inhaled water, if there wasn't a whole cock now plugging her throat. A swallowing motion would occur as her body tried and failed to claim anything but more cock down her throat. Nice. This was almost as good as when Jason did it. And it would only continue to get better.

The force of that first hit was but a mere hiccup. The ones which came after had the woman moaning around the thing buried in her mouth and throat, vibrating against it as she struggled to breathe and wouldn't have been able to regardless because of her current placement. How long would it go until she couldn't breathe anymore. How much would she have to struggle to get free? Would she even be able to manage it? Did she care to? As stars dotted her vision her loins tingled deeply as she took the full brunt of a rather aggressive assault on her mouth and throat. Soon enough there would be bubbles escaping, but not enough to warrant worry about her breath holding. How long would she be able to keep this up? Well, her current thought was about three minutes. At minute four she'd lose the ability to hold her breath and by minute five if she couldn't take another she'd pass out and force the issue. Still, she'd let it continue. Deciding to let the man smash her face against his pelvis under water until he reached satisfaction or she passed out whichever happened first.

Better indeed. Izou's plan hadn't even properly begun yet. At the current time, Kolin was in charge of her satisfaction. He wasn't one of her little dogs, though; this was all for his own pleasure. Kolin was simply fortunate enough to have their desires line up properly, as Izou enjoyed the feel of her throat about as much as she enjoyed having a dick shoved in it. She could easily be called the best of them in certain situations. That bitchy attitude riled him up, making the act of taking out any existing aggressions on her body that much more satisfying.

The question at present was: how long would she remain beneath the water? Izou wasn't going to stop her, though she had the short amount of time after every push to seek air. Oh, there were bubbles appearing. There weren't many, but it wasn't Izou's place to be concerned regardless. It was more than obvious that Kolin enjoyed a fair bit of asphyxiation. In the same respect, Izou was enjoying himself too much to let this stop any time soon. Minutes began to pass. The ronin was surprised she actually had this much lung capacity. A few minutes were gone soon enough, about four or five before Izou noticed the rising intensity of bubbles. Ah, she was nearly done then, wasn't she? What a shame; he wasn't nearly done. Izou had been plowing his way through so many of the local whores, this wasn't going to be nearly enough. If she let herself black out, he would know by the lack of applied suction. Only then would he care enough to do something different.

Izou was the type to take advantage of Kolin's rather interesting shift in personality while partaking of bedroom activities. Though she had a fairly high lung capacity, even she would eventually run out of breath. The bubbles were rising as her body tried to reclaim air, but at the same time, she was fine with not letting it do so. If she passed out here, there was no real negatives for her, the only potential bad would be the releasing of the lad's groin due to lack of suction. Such a thing would occur but only after Kolin herself blacked out.

Before that moment though, Izou's cock would be brushing against her tonsils, buried in the back of her throat repeatedly by his own actions. It would be best if he kept this up, and let her be conscious, but if he didn't want that it wasn't really a problem for her. Strangely there was a high tier amount of pleasure to be taken from being treated in this way. Her loins were moist beneath the water and she was distinctly aroused, even as her vision blackened she she lacked the ability to take in air. The bubbles would continue and then her body would lose all resistance as she passed into the depths of darkness. Lovely. What would Izou do? She could only wonder, but it didn't really matter much what kind of thing he chose to do in this moment, she was enjoying her actions already.

Of all the choices that were available, it did seem Kolin would be letting herself pass out from the lack of air intake. That rapid influx of bubbles appeared, but Izou didn't notice any strong resistance from the woman trying to force her way to surface. How interesting. Eventually, her lack of consciousness was made obvious by how little he felt. It was still pleasant to keep stuffing her throat, but his base was not nearly as satisfied without the conscious effort from Kolin's end of things. This had to change... after he felt the natural clutch of her throat a few more times, that is.

"Chikushou. Could've taken two seconds to breathe, dumbass," he mused while pulling the woman off his crotch, by her hair which he grasped by the roots. This was an interesting look for the domineering Kolin─ slack jaw, water pouring from face and hair alike, no sneering glare being shot his way. Ah, but he already found himself missing those traits. Seeing that look of supremacy change over time was exactly what he wanted out of this session. It was best to wake the queen at some point, then. First, Izou tugged her aside by the hair, letting her head lean over the side of the bathtub. The swordsman exited the tub thereafter, standing on the side she leaned from and wondering exactly what approach he would take.

While looking down at that hanging head and that humongous rack at the water's surface, though, the decision was made clear. He would brace himself against the tub, and shove himself all the way to the bottom of Kolin's throat by taking an even better angle. With her head upside-down, the slight upward curve of his rod allowed a perfect insertion. Izou could even feel himself rubbing against her tongue from the top of his shaft─ a very interesting added sensation. Since he was standing as well, there was a much greater impact brought about by thrusting. He thought maybe she could wake up from the more aggressive assault on her throat, or maybe even the pair of balls slapping vigorously against her nose would do the trick. . .

Kolin obviously wouldn't be allowed to die, though she would be passed out for a while. If she'd been conscious she might have had a properly confusing reaction to having her hair pulled so aggressively. She also would have had a few choice words for Izou, since he'd decided to call her a dumbass. Of course, she was a bit dumb, but she didn't need someone to tell her that, she definitely didn't like being insulted. Well, that wasn't entirely true, she did sort of like it, but that wasn't something she'd ever say aloud.

Whatever the case, her face, mouth and hair lost the water that had been in it, and she went back to breathing as normal. Perhaps consciousness would come sweetly sometime later for the woman? But no, it was not to be. Instead of a gentle waking somewhere else she was brought back to consciousness by a cacophony of sounds and a strange dip into her throat. Izou instead of waking her like a normal human was plowing his way into her throat from above her, his balls slapping against her nose as he got a rather aggressive angle on her person. She didn't actually mind this thinking about it. She might actually like it. At the very least, the woman went ahead and began sucking at his rod again. It wasn't as if she couldn't do that after all it also wasn't like she didn't enjoy it. Still, if one caught sight of her face, she appeared to be fuming. The entire color of her face was red, those cold blue eyes of hers were cut at sharp angles and she stared as if she could kill someone with a look alone. But that was simply how she was at the end of the day, no more no less.

In the midst of his thrusting, Izou was made to realize when Kolin awoke. The presence of suction was the only proper sign, but that was alright. It was a shame he couldn't see that red, angry little face of hers, though; it would have been a wonderful addition if not hidden by his chosen angle. "Ho─ finally awake?" the man said. Her hidden approval of being insulted was, once again, going to be a stroke of luck. Izou had much more to say, and he had no remaining reprehensions about how he spoke to this woman within the bedroom─ not after what he'd learned recently. "You're either an idiot, or way too cock-hungry to let yourself black out like that. Gotta wonder which one it is~" he quipped.

Izou almost seemed to desire some sort of response, but no, he didn't care for a verbal one. After all, one couldn't be worth much salt if offered by Kolin while her throat was still occupied. What if Kolin wanted to try, though? Maybe he could deter that a bit. Yes, what a great idea it was for Izou to take hold of her throat at this strange angle, effectively turning her neck into a sleeve for his rod. With a squeeze applied, he could feel the movement of his own cock through her very flesh. Maybe that was a bit tight, in that case... but ah well. From his understanding, Kolin's true form accepted sex the way a berserker warrior would accept combat against an evenly-matched foe: aggressive, painful, and with a blatant disregard for the other's health. Izou happened to be into the theory of that, and he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it in practice as well. Kolin did deserve her credit for something, at the end of it all, even if that something wasn't what she claimed to want.

She was finally awake, but that didn't stop the harsh look she gave him. he probably couldn't see it from the angle he was taking, but that didn't much matter. She was getting what she wanted out of this arrangement so that was a good time. But Izou was also full of sassy commentary. Was she just after his cock so much she was willing to black out to get it? Probably, but that wasn't something she needed someone to express aloud. She wanted to speak on the matter but it came out as garbled moans and the movement of her tongue against the cock occupying her mouth and throat. No she had no intention of stopping what she was doing, but she intended to express her displeasure about it regardless at some point. It could wait for now though since she wasn't actually displeased with the actions he was taking. She didn't have to do anything and he'd keep shoving himself down her throat. Good. And so long as she remembered to breathe every once in a while, not much would happen to her until he was done and spilled that first burst down the length of her orifice.

In her own mind she deserved so much credit. She was here, accepting such rough treatment, expecting it even. Other women wanted so much softness and cuddling out of men and she wanted none of that. All she needed was for them to do what she wanted and get out of her way when she was done with them. Why was this such a hard thing for everyone else to understand? Well, not everyone had a hard time understand, this was obvious by Izou's current actions.

Kolin's delusions were apparent to so many. Izou was no exception to being one who understood. She most likely believed this was all for her sake, while Izou merely understood that he could properly get away with using her as a masturbatory tool. It happened to work out for both of them. Those muffled moans of Kolin's spoke to the contrary of this, though. Ah, it must have been her reaction to the trash-talking. How wonderful. "What? Gonna act like you don't like it? Urusai~" he said while thrusting once more, burying himself in the queen's throat after having the great sensation of his sack slapping against her face again. This time, he forcibly throbbed within the depths of her throat for a while.

Izou managed to even leak preejaculate into the woman's throat, just a bit. Interesting; he wasn't expecting that. Regardless, he wouldn't be stopped. With his hand clenching around her throat, which itself was nothing more than a sleeve at this point, he flexed his groin until he could feel it on the outside. "Swallow," he ordered. At this point, he wanted to feel the movement of her esophagus around his girth. That would do quite well, he thought. With that, he could be a bit more satisfied. "You're not gonna get away with just sucking all day. Get some technique, or you're not gonna get your treat at the end~"

Apparently, Kolin liked the treatment she was receiving and she shouldn't try to lodge her complaints. As if. She was cross that he dared try and take advantage, the fact that she also liked it shouldn't have been problematic at all. Izou was taking advantage of her, but she was the one deciding to do it, as such, she wasn't actually upset. But admitting that wasn't within her normal level of play. If she wasn't at least bitchy she'd lose all her credibility. What took place with Jason was something else entirely, but, everyone else was to be treated with more distance. Yes, Izou was in a different tier from others, and she begrudgingly accepted that, but that didn't mean she would do anything other than be cross whenever she could.

Ah, but she was going to be forced to accept quite a bit. Right at the moment a hand upon her throat as the lad above her face, rather suddenly flexed himself within the fit of her throat. He had a demand to make did he? She needed technique? No... what the hell were these men here for if she need to do extra? That was completely unreasonable. But that demanding tone felt like the sort of thing she would acquiesce to, so she'd swallow hard around his cock, while continuing to breathe out of her nose. Whatever treat she was supposed to get at the end of this, it had better be worth it. The mind of Kolin was a strange place, she wished to be praised and rewarded. She didn't want to do anything. She didn't understand the necessity for technique and the like when it came to what she did, but she expected perfection from the men in her life. If one really took the time to think about it, they'd realize what a sad existence she was, too bad men like Izou were around to keep her from knowing how far below the standard she actually fell.

Izou had to wonder how his demand would work out in the end. Kolin didn't acquiesce to it right away; there was just a moment of hesitation. Oh, what was she going to do? He thought there was a chance for her to mumble some incoherent nonsense, and an almost maximum chance she was thinking no such behavior should be necessary on her part. Never was she going to put forth effort of her own accord, but lo... a proper order and the idea of a reward seemed to be all it took. That deep swallow felt like some sort of cock massage, exquisite in its own right. "Mmm, good girl~" he moaned.

Sadly, Kolin's reward was nowhere in sight right away. Izou was slowly removing himself from her throat, until his tip hovered just beyond the skin of her lips. At that point, his hand patted the side of Kolin's face just twice, while he looked down upon her with the cheekiest grin. "You're good with your hands, aren't ya'? Give it some of those good strokes. While you're at it, lap it up~" Ah, there would be no end to Izou's demands this day. Whether Kolin accepted her own preferences, or griped about being against his nonsense or whatever else, he'd be having his way. After all, it was something that worked out for her anyway, right? She was a lazy slut playing the part of a queen. Even if there was no questioning her status as a queen, this was her true natural element: in the position of the submissive brat that she was.