Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

When the climax of happiness came, Francine felt as if no screams or shouts could express her joy at the moment.

Her whole body was tense, and she bit Russell's shoulder, leaving deep teeth marks on it. Her sharp nails pierced into Russell's back, leaving eight scratches on it.

Then, Francine felt a surge of burning heat hit her, which made the source of pleasure in her body burst out like a fountain.

She felt that every piece of her skin was singing with joy and laughing comfortably. In the extreme happiness, she completely fainted, her expression was happy and satisfied.

Russell took advantage of this opportunity to begin tempering his body, so that the body, as a container, could better accommodate the increasingly vigorous flame.

He said he was using this opportunity to strengthen his body, but in fact, he looked almost like he was asleep. Russell fell into a state of meditation. He turned over and hugged Francine to his chest.

Little Russell was still possessing Francine quite aggressively, while Francine, who was in a coma, was not as mischievous as she usually was. She lay meekly in Russell's arms, and she instinctively kept contracting, massaging and squeezing little Russell.

Russell, who was meditating, continued to feel the pleasure brought by the squeezing, and he realized that the flame was no longer just yellow.

After the flame turned yellow, the flame in his body continued to become purer and more condensed, and began to gradually fade. The yellow color slowly disappeared, and the flame gradually turned white, and slowly turned into pure white, and it seemed that it was about to advance again.

From the flickering flames, Russell realized that Ha was an indigenous god after all. Absorbing Ha's soul allowed him to elevate to a whole level. His flame had changed from yellow to pure white, and even caused a lot of waste because his body, the flame container, could not keep up.

However, Russell did not feel sorry. He was satisfied to be able to relieve Ha's pain. The spiritual gain was just a pleasant surprise for him.

But before Russell had time to savor the joy of his complete advancement, he slowly came out of his meditative state, and what awakened him were waves of pleasure.

Russell opened his eyes and saw a long black hair covering his crotch, the long hair reflecting the soft morning light.

Francine, who was burying her head in Russell's crotch and giving him oral service, noticed that Russell had woken up and giggled, tucking her long hair, which was a little messy, behind her ears.

Although she couldn't hide her shyness, Francine still remembered Russell's hobby firmly, so she stared at Russell boldly and playfully, while continuing to wrap her lips and tongue around little Russell and licking him hard.

Although Russell was surprised at how quickly Francine recovered - women usually need to rest for a day or two to recover after their virginity and have no energy for oral sex - only Francine got up early in the morning and was still full of energy.

Maybe this also has the effect of divine guidance.

Russell thought so.

Although he was a little surprised, he naturally didn't spoil the mood by asking something like "Are you tired now?"

Since the lovely Francine, who regarded herself as his sister-in-law, was serving him wholeheartedly, what he had to do now was to enjoy Francine's kindness.

So Russell reached out and held Francine's head, and then began to educate and guide Francine, who only had theory but lacked practice.

…………

While Russell was happily enjoying Francine early in the morning, King Frederick was in a much less cheerful mood.

His Majesty the King frowned as he began to ponder the possible impact the Red Dragon might have on Usedom.

Although the news that Walter is a devil has not been heard much for the time being, that is due to the high-pressure policy. In fact, everyone in Gritzburg knows about it.

This was a heavy blow to the royal family's reputation, far exceeding the impact caused by the recent emergence of the "heretic" Grenn in the church.

Moreover, even if the heretic Grein emerged in the church, the mendicant monks, under the leadership of Bishop Sigebert, had once again distanced themselves from the royal family.

The balance was broken, which strengthened His Majesty Frederick's belief in winning over Russell through Eleanor.

Even though Russell beat up the Black Guard and semi-publicly declared Eleanor his sex slave, he acted as if he didn't care about the royal family.

However, His Majesty Frederick did not have a bad impression of Russell in his heart.

"Send this letter to my Eleanor. My daughter has been away from home for some time. It's time for her to return home."

His Majesty the King folded up the handwritten letter he had just written.

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Rupert bowed respectfully and took the letter from His Majesty the King with both hands, feeling quite honored and terrified.

His immediate superior, Booker, was beaten so badly by Russell that his eyes were black and blue. His face was so ugly that he became a laughing stock for a while.

Booker, who had never lost face so much before, cursed Russell in private and hated him with gnashing teeth.

Outsiders may not know about this, but everyone within the Black Guards knows it clearly.

Therefore, when His Majesty the King summoned the Black Guard as a messenger, it was clearly a good opportunity to get close to His Majesty the King and Her Highness Eleanor, but the captains who usually fought for the lead became uncharacteristically humble.

In the eyes of most Black Guards, being able to be close to His Majesty Frederick and Her Highness Eleanor is certainly good, but it is more important not to be remembered by their immediate superior, Lord Booker, because of this unfortunate assignment.

So Rupert, who came from a humble background, got this opportunity.

King Frederick raised an eyebrow at the unfamiliar black guard, Rupert, and asked with interest, "I remember you are Lady Meldor, right, Sir Rupert?"

If a more sensible black guard had been in his place, he would probably have showered him with tears of gratitude and flattery praising His Majesty's memory.

But Rupert only nodded and replied in a serious tone: "Yes, Your Majesty, I am from Meldorf."

"Oh? Sir Adrian Heynckes is yours?" His Majesty Friedrich mentioned the knight who died at the hands of his niece in a friendly manner, as if he was reminiscing about the past.

"I am just a commoner and have no connection with Mr. Heynckes." Rupert answered honestly.

This answer piqued the king's interest. Friedrich asked with great interest, "Oh? Then, Sir Rupert, do you know the cowherd, old Ernst, and his adopted son, Mark?"

"Yes," Rupert nodded meticulously, his voice full of gratitude. "Marc and I were childhood friends. After my parents passed away, it was Uncle Ernst who took me in for a while before my uncle brought me to Gritzburg."

"Oh? Are you Mark's friend?" His Majesty Friedrich became more curious.

But before Rupert could answer, someone rushed in. So His Majesty the King waved his hand and interrupted the conversation with Rupert: "Well, please go and deliver the letter to Eleanor first, Sir Rupert."

After sending Rupert away, the king looked at the court physician who had hurried over. "What's wrong? Has something happened to my queen?"

"Yes! Your Majesty! Her Majesty, Her Majesty the Queen, she forcefully broke into the bedroom where His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was recuperating, saying that she wouldn't go anywhere until His Royal Highness the Crown Prince woke up..."

Friedrich wanted to say something, but ultimately shook his head. "Let her do what she wants. Move Adelaide's recuperation to Conrad's bedroom. Everything else remains the same."

His Majesty the King leaned on the back of his chair with both hands, looked up at the bright spring light outside the window, and stopped talking.

Under the clear sky, a fast horse galloped out of Gritzburg and headed towards the manor where Eleanor was temporarily staying.

…………

"What? Queen Mother went crazy because of the death of brother Walter and the coma of brother Conrad?" Eleanor raised her head in surprise, her eyes leaving the letter and looking at the messenger Rupert.

Rupert nodded silently without saying anything more.

As the Black Guard, Rupert naturally knew that Queen Adelaide was not crazy, but he could never say this to anyone.

Eleanor could not believe that her kind mother, who had always favored her, had gone mad. She was overwhelmed with grief and almost burst into tears.

Eleanor stood up anxiously and looked at Margaret with pleading eyes: "I want to go back to Gritzburg to visit my mother."

Rupert was shocked to see that Her Royal Highness the Princess needed other people's approval to leave and visit her mother.

Could it be true that what Sir Russell said about Princess Eleanor calling him "Master"?

Could this woman with the Walhausen family crest be the Red Dragon sister? Is the bloodline of the Knights of the Nation related to the Red Dragon?

Rupert tried his best to remain calm. He tried to gather information without making a sound, but his train of thought was completely distracted by Francine's repeated calls of "brother-in-law".

Rupert had preconceived notions that Russell had married Sister Red Dragon, so Sister Red Dragon was undoubtedly the lady who had the final say in the family.

Eleanor looked at Margaret who was the one who could make the decision, so Rupert naturally regarded Margaret as the Red Dragon Sister.

Although Rupert thought the other silent blue-haired lady looked more like Francine he had seen yesterday.

Could it be that Mr. Russell had an affair with not just two dragons, but three?

Just as Rupert was lost in thought, Margaret signaled Eleanor to calm down, then asked with a smile, "Is Her Majesty Adelaide in good health?"

Dragon! It's the dragon asking the question!

Rupert seemed to feel the pressure from the legendary creature. He quickly sat up straight and answered seriously, "Yes, His Majesty Adelaide is in good health and eats well."

Margaret smiled and nodded in thanks, then said to Eleanor, "Since His Majesty Adelaide is not seriously ill, but merely in a bad mood, then, Eleanor, there is no need to rush back to Gritsburg. You can consult with your Lord after His Majesty's return and then return to visit him."

Margaret's address to Russell once again caused Rupert to have a brainstorm.

My Lord! This title doesn't sound like a title for a marriage contract... Is this how dragons address their husbands?

No, no, no, that's not right. Sir Russell once said that Her Highness Eleanor called him "Master." Perhaps these female dragons also call Sir Russell that way...

Although Rupert had no idea about Russell's family structure, he still tried hard to memorize all the details so that he could report back to his Majesty the King.

Eleanor's worries were slightly alleviated when she heard that her mother was well.

Although Eleanor wanted to be tough and slam the table to argue with Margaret, she insisted on going back to Gretzburg to visit her mother.

But after seeing the playful look in Margaret's eyes that seemed to expect her to slam the table and stand up, she finally couldn't muster up the courage.

Eleanor said aggrievedly: "Okay, okay, I, I will wait for the master to come back."

You, Your Highness, are you really calling Mr. Russell your master?

Although he was mentally prepared, Rupert was still shocked when he heard Princess Eleanor call Russell that.

In Rupert's heart, his belief in the supremacy of royal power began to waver quietly.

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255 Heresy

"Why don't you just allow Eleanor to go home to visit her mother?" Rosaline asked Margaret after Eleanor left temporarily in disappointment.

Perhaps because her own mother died young, Rosaline felt quite sympathetic towards Eleanor, so she couldn't help but speak.

"Hmph, who sent the letter? It was King Frederick of Usedom." Margaret curled her lips in disdain. "The king of Usedom never cares about family ties. How should I know what Frederick was up to by tricking Eleanor back into the palace?"

Rosalyn was stunned. Although her uncle was one of the giants of the Mage Republic, she had always been well protected and cared for, and could not realistically imagine the intrigues of the Usedom royal family.

After hearing what Margaret said, Rosaline got rid of her sympathy and realized that there might be other reasons behind this matter.

"Yes, Frederick's second son Walter died at the hands of Russell." Rosalyn added after coming to her senses.

"That's right. And Crown Prince Conrad is now in a coma. It's hard to say what the king who has lost his heir will do." Margaret nodded, her tone full of gloating.

Rosalyn knew about Margaret's past with the royal family, so she didn't think there was anything wrong with Margaret's attitude. She simply asked, "So, what should we do? Tell Russell not to come back and stay out for a few more days?"

Rosalyn's tone was somewhat sour, even though the person Russell took out was her own sister.

"Hey, Francine is different from the rest of us. I believe she's tough enough. At least my Lord won't bring her back today." Margaret said half-jokingly.

Then Margaret's expression turned serious. "As for what to do, we need to first find out what happened in Gritzburg. Only then can we understand what prompted Frederick to recall Eleanor so urgently."

"Then I'll go and leave the black guard who delivered the letter behind." Rosalyn stood up immediately.

"He looks like a tight-lipped person. Don't have too high expectations." Margaret shook her head.

"It's worth a try." Rosalyn remained unmoved. As she walked out, she said, "Also, you'd better find someone to invite His Excellency Grein. This former bishop of the Inquisition should have a better understanding of the movements of Gritzburg."

"Well, okay." Margaret nodded in agreement, very much in favor of Rosalyn's idea.

Margaret then spoke with great interest, "Also, I'm going to write a letter to Sister Cecilia. Considering how blatantly she seduced our Lord, I imagine she wouldn't mind revealing some information to us, right?"

Rosalyn paused for a moment, then walked out without looking back.

I really don't know what's wrong with this Margaret! Not only can she tolerate Russell's philandering, she even takes the initiative to help Russell find women one after another!

These believers are really unreasonable!

Rosalyn thought angrily.

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Just as Margaret expected, Francine, who was driven by a god, was particularly resistant to torture and seemed particularly obsessed.

She clung to Russell tightly all day long, demanding tirelessly, as if she wanted to rub her body into Russell's arms.

It was Francine's burst of enthusiasm that enabled her to learn countless postures in a short period of time, and her whole body was almost developed by Russell.

During the development process, Russell also discovered that Francine particularly liked being spanked by him.

And what she likes is not the kind of flirtatious pat, but a big round slap.

Every time Russell swung his palm and hit Francine's butt hard, making the flesh on Francine's butt tremble like waves and leaving red palm prints, he could feel Francine's strong contraction.

At the same time, Francine's satisfied moans trembled like waves, making Russell feel itchy.

Combined with her lying on the ground with her butt sticking up like a bitch, the contrast between her snow-white and smooth back and her red butt that was slapped creates a strong visual effect.