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Chapter 260: The Temptation of Sheep

Looking at the Night Demons feasting, Aenarion clapped his hands and ordered his men to get more food to feed all the Tatars, and then find a way to buy and requisition more food in Crimea for emergency use. As long as he controlled the Khan's daughter and supported her to become the new Crimean Khan, he would be able to control the Crimean Peninsula in a very short time, and even raise a Tatar army loyal to him.

Yrel seemed to be very hungry. She drank three bowls of meat porridge before she burped contentedly. Aenarion touched her pale hair and found that she had not taken a bath for several days. There was a lot of dust and blood on her armor and skin. She didn't look like a Khan at all, but more like a slave. This human-shaped jade seal that could control the Tatars must be taken care of and kept by himself.

"Prepare a basin of clean water for me and place it in my marching tent."

Aenarion gave the order and his soldiers immediately obeyed. After the victory at Caffa, Aenarion's prestige in the Roman Empire reached an unprecedented height. The last Roman who could not only defend his country like the Warmaster, but also go out to fight and expand the territory was Emperor Michael who recovered Constantinople from the Latin Empire more than two hundred years ago.

Aenarion hummed a little tune as he stripped off Irel's dirty clothes and asked the soldiers to find logistics to wash them. Then he picked up Irel himself and put her in the bathtub to give her a bath. The prairie girl was not shy at all, and did not blush at all. Instead, she squinted her eyes in enjoyment. Her upper body was no different from that of an ordinary person. Her wet silver hair lazily stuck to her delicate skin. Her pair of snow-white breasts were well-shaped and within the normal size. Under Aenarion's kneading and wiping, they created erotic and seductive flesh-colored ripples.

Her lower body was more delicate. White cashmere began to grow wildly from below her belly, covering her slender thighs and unusually plump and voluptuous buttocks. Iriel stood up from the bathtub, and the water droplets on her body fell down like raindrops, bathing her graceful body in raindrops and splashes of water, creating waves in the bathtub.

The small goat's hoof with a recurved structure, like a high-heeled shoe, made her graceful and sexy body lean forward slightly, and her two snow-white breasts and tall and perky buttocks appeared more prominent. The wet wool stuck to her slender and tall thighs, turning into several graceful pale curves. She shook off the water droplets on her body, and her beautiful buttocks, as tender and plump as a peach, also shook out a series of dazzling pale curves in the air.

It is said that the reason why goats are associated with demons is that some herdsmen would eat goats when they were extremely hungry and thirsty, and were caught by others. After being discovered, in order to leave their innocence in the world, they said that the goats were transformed by demons that bewitched them and that they were innocent.

This matter sounded extremely ridiculous. Living in the city and having never seen a live sheep in his life, Aenarion could not understand why someone would fuck a sheep and how someone could have the guts to do it.

However, when he actually saw the real thing in this life, he understood everything instantly. The night demon's buttocks covered with white fluff were in perfect shape, and the two buttocks were unusually firm and round. They were two circles larger than the normal human buttocks. Compared with her slender waist, it was very visually impactful. It is said that sheep's buttocks are the sexiest of all animals because their fat is almost all accumulated in the buttocks, making them particularly attractive.

The elasticity of the two buttocks was amazing. Aenarion stroked them gently, and his five fingers sank directly into the soft buttocks. The heavy flesh and the furry wool wrapped them in an intoxicating warmth. He lifted them up and shook them, and the two buttocks immediately shook out pale and attractive waves.

A pink tender slit was faintly visible between the two swaying petals of beautiful flesh, and the little sheep's tail swayed wildly, as if inviting Aenarion to enter.

The girl on the grassland was very unrestrained and had no idea what shyness was. Seeing that Aenarion was so curious about her body structure, she threw herself on Aenarion after bathing. Her two slender arms were around the back of Aenarion's neck, and her thighs, which were extremely strong because of years of riding, clamped Aenarion's waist tightly, and her whole body was hanging on Aenarion's body.

"Ah, I understand now! You supported me as the Khan of Crimea. Are you trying to use me to make the Tatars fight for the Roman Empire?"

Irel finally figured out this very simple problem and said it directly. It seems that the white dragon bloodline with an intelligence of 6 does not have a very good brain.

"Yes."

Aenarion admitted it openly. The pet contract had been signed, so he was not afraid of any trouble from the other party.

"Well - all right! In order to become the Khan of Irel, I can accept having my people fight for you, but you must marry me, and in a formal way! Muslims can marry four, but you only have one Muslim wife. It doesn't matter, and I like you, so this marriage is settled. In the future, our children must have the right to inherit both the Crimean Khanate and the Athenian Autocracy."

Yrel's apricot-yellow eyes turned, and she negotiated happily. At this time, Aenarion realized that she

Its pupils are square like those of a goat, and look as weird as a devil.

"can."

Aenarion didn't care at all. With her intelligence, it would be a problem for him to defeat his other wives, let alone stories like Empress Lu and Empress Xiao. What was there to be afraid of?

"Then it's a deal. As long as you support me as the Tatar Khan, the Crimean Khanate will fight for you."

This guy didn't even write a contract. Both parties agreed verbally and then kissed each other uncontrollably. Aenarion also wanted to try the impact of that plump buttocks and feel how ecstatic it would be. He held her slender waist with both hands and lifted her up by the waist. He knelt on the soft mattress like a real lamb, raised her straight buttocks high up to the sky, and her flexible waist and snow-white back bent downwards into a beautiful crescent moon.

Aenarion came forward, spread open the incredibly plump buttocks with his hands, and drove straight in with the hard marble pillar, tentatively teasing the wet petals. With the nourishment of fresh water and vaginal fluid, he slowly slid into the abyss, slowly tearing a layer of blood film as thin as a cicada's wing.

Irel groaned, her hands unconsciously clutching the bed sheet, but the pain from her lower body was soon drowned out by endless pleasure and numbness. Aenarion slowly moved his waist, slowly caressing the soft flesh walls moistened by blood and water, bringing the prairie girl a further ecstasy experience.

The hands that were stuck in the buttocks slowly loosened, and the two buttocks immediately closed together, tightly clamping his marble pillar. The amazing quality and elasticity made him unable to stop. Every time the hard abdominal muscles hit it, the two pieces of beautiful meat would ripple with fragrant waves of flesh and buttocks.

Seeing that she was gradually getting used to it, Aenarion put his hands on her slender waist and began to speed up, again and again charging at that plump buttocks and tight flesh hole, with faster and faster frequency, deeper and deeper progress, a few times even directly penetrating into the heart of the flower, causing her to let out waves of ecstasy.

"Slow down, slow down!"

Aenarion ignored her pleas for mercy, stretched forward with both hands, grabbed the horns on both sides of her head, forced her to lift her delicate chin and delicate face, and continued to accelerate her waist, making her moan with a mixture of pleasure, pain, and panic in his repeated attacks. The seductive hoof sounds seemed like the most enthusiastic aphrodisiac, which made Aenarion continue to accelerate! Violent collisions pushed this young girl who had just tasted sex for the first time into the clouds of bliss!

Well, the Night Demon does have an excellent buttocks, which feels much better than those of humans and elves.

Kafa had been fighting for fifteen days, and Aenarion had been commanding with all his might for fifteen days. Half a month's energy had been accumulating without being able to vent.

And now, he vented all his energy on this defeated and captured Khanate princess. The wonderful touch of this half-human, half-goat night demon was really irresistible. Irel's graceful body swayed wildly in each fierce collision, and her plump buttocks swayed in each strong collision. A huge amount of white liquid was injected into the depths of her uterus again and again, and the powerful impact that reached the heart of her flower and the burning of the scalding liquid almost made her forget everything. The brain only remembered the boundless joy and happiness.

The two men tossed and turned from noon to sunset, taught her all kinds of postures, and turned the neat tent into a mess. Only then did Aenarion let his third wife go, leaving her with blurry eyes and panting as she collapsed in a pool of sticky white liquid. The pink petals hidden between her buttocks kept spitting out white puffs that had been over-injected, and the sticky turbid liquid covered her slender thighs.

After venting the stress of war, Aenarion felt refreshed. Suddenly, he found that the dragon egg he placed in the corner of the tent had a slight difference. A small crack ran across the entire egg, and a small black dragon topped half of the eggshell, watching the whole show between him and Yrel in amazement.

Is this something that an underage dragon can watch? !

When the little black dragon noticed that Aenarion was looking at him, he let out an inaudible cry and quickly retracted into the eggshell. Half of the eggshell fell from the air, making the dragon egg a whole again.

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Chapter 261: Young Dragon's Wonderful Shadow

Aenarion knocked on the dragon egg. The beautiful black and white dragon egg, which looked like an ink painting, trembled for a moment but did not respond.

He gently lifted the broken eggshell and found a small black snake coiled inside the eggshell and shivering. Its scales were as black as ink, but like a mirror, reflecting the light of the candlelight. Its hair and beard were pure silver-white, alternating between black and white, as beautiful as an ink painting.

Looking closely, this little thing has deer antlers, camel head, cow ears, snake body, clam belly, rabbit eyes, fish scales, tiger paws, and eagle claws. It seems like a stitched body of nine animals, but each part looks just right, noble and elegant.

"Um, hello? Welcome to the world, little one."

Aenarion tried to greet her in Dragon Language. Indrognir was fluent in Dragon Language and had learned a few words from her.

The little black dragon raised its head in doubt and stared at Aenarion's beautiful face, and fell into great panic.

True dragons have memories and knowledge inheritance. Although they are just born, they are not fools. Even though this guy's face is unexpectedly in line with the aesthetics of dragons, isn't he an elf? I was kidnapped by an egg thief???

Aenarion stretched out a finger and stroked the little dragon, which was not even as thick as his arm. His rough fingertips slid along her spine, from her forehead to the tip of her tail. He used the snake-stroking technique he had learned on Sisina to skillfully stroke the little dragon. His superb technique made the dragon's body stretch and tremble in extreme comfort. A careful feeling confirmed that the dragon had no ill intentions.

So, was there something wrong with my dragon's nest? Was he a good-hearted fool who saved me?

Since she had been discovered, the little dragon didn't want to hide anymore. Hunger drove her to eat the eggshell. While eating, she looked at Aenarion vigilantly. Mmmm, this thing tasted like chicken and was crunchy.

Inarion watched quietly as the little creature ate up the eggshell without saying a word. He just used his own great technique to gently stroke her scales, allowing the little dragon to gradually relax its vigilance against him. After the little creature finished eating the eggshell, it stretched out its thin red tongue and tentatively licked Inarion's fingertips.

Hey, that's not right, why does he also have extremely rich dragon blood in his body? He gives people the same feeling as a giant dragon?

Because of Indrognir's magical pet ability, although Aenarion is not in human form, if you feel carefully, his magic and blood give people the feeling of being a dragon, and it is very pure, even close to the most ancient origins of all dragons such as chromatic dragons, metallic dragons, and Sinian dragons.

Is he really a dragon? Is he his father? But now he is in human form?

Xiaolong was confused again, and the inherited knowledge of dragons was gradually instilled into her mind. She tentatively used the unique shapeshifting ability of the Sinian Dragon. With beams of brilliant electric arcs and thunderous roars, she changed from a black dragon into a little girl less than half a meter tall.

Her delicate skin was whiter than snow, her cute face was pink and rosy, her small nose was slightly upturned, giving her a playful impression, and her slightly upturned red mouth corners revealed a hint of innocent smile. There were no pupils in her big eyes, only a paleness rolling with thunder and lightning, like two crystal clear thunder gems.

Her soft hair fell on her naked white body like a silver waterfall. Two small dragon horns slightly protruded from the silver hair tips. A jet-black dragon tail swayed back and forth on her buttocks. Her tender figure was like a piece of warm jade, without a single flaw.

She is as delicate as a porcelain doll, so beautiful and charming that people can't help but want to hug and care for her.

"What is my name?"

The little dragon tilted her head cutely and asked in a baby voice about her name. The giant dragon has two names and would never tell anyone her real name, so what she was asking about was a nickname.

Aenarion tore off a sheet and wrapped it around her body, carefully holding her in his arms.

"Well...your scales are black, you're a girl, and you're Zhendan, so let's call you Miaoying."

Aenarion thought for a moment, gave her an appropriate name, and at the same time investigated her attributes.

[Wonderful Shadow] (Dragonling)

Level 7 (Level 7 Dragon)

Health 52, Mana 5

Dragon Bite +7 hits, 2~7 points of physical damage

Defense 8 (Agility +1, Dragon Scale +7)

Strength 12, Agility 12, Constitution 12

Intelligence 14, Wisdom 14, Charisma 14

The dragon's fertility is very poor, but its combat power is extremely terrifying. She was just born, a tiny dragonling, but she is already at level 7. Although her attributes are not high, she is a dragonling after all. Her attributes will soar when she grows up. This yin and yang power looks very similar to the shadow shuttle of the shadow dragon, but it greatly enhances the dragon's breath spitting ability.

Miaoying smiled, her eyes narrowed into two charming crescents, and she seemed quite satisfied with the name.

"So, what's your name, Daddy? Where's my mom? That big ass sheep squirming on the bed... is your concubine?"

Xiaolong called out "Dad" tentatively.

Although something feels wrong, he has extremely pure, ancient dragon blood; he has been guarding the place where he was born; the dragon egg hatching ground is also arranged in a proper manner; and most importantly, he looks very good... Never mind, let it be. The combat capability of a young dragon is not high, and it will not form a strong combat force until it reaches adolescence. It doesn't matter who raises it. It's good enough to have a meal ticket. Don't let the child think about such complicated things.

"Well, your mother is flying outside for fun. I'll take you to find her now."

Aenarion thought about it for a moment and felt that the reason she recognized him as her father was probably because of the dragon blood of Indrognir, so he immediately took the little dragon to find the little princess.

"Indrognir! Come down and see what this is?"

Aenarion showed off the delicate little girl in his arms. Miaoying looked at the four-headed dragons flying and circling in the sky, and fell into greater confusion.

Although the dragon blood is quite close, the appearance is too different! This should be a chromatic dragon, not a Sinian dragon.

Miaoying stretched out a few small fingers and counted the colors of Indrognir's scales: red, green, blue, white... She doesn't have any black scales either?

Indrognir was shocked and regained his human form. He landed beside Aenarion and stared at him.

He stared in amazement at the cute and petite little girl in his arms, a trace of grievance appearing in his purple eyes.

It was obviously me who appeared next to Aenarion first!

As a result, he has been married so many times and has had so many lovers, but he still hasn't found me. What's more, he even has a child now? Why are you so skilled? "

"No, this is a little dragon in an egg. It hatched successfully today."

Thanks to the emotional connection, Aenarion immediately understood what Indrognir was thinking. It was because of the little princess' inexplicable extreme reserve.

Indrognir's face froze, he wiped his eyes, and looked at the little fellow in front of him with curiosity. Miaoying looked at Indrognir, although they didn't look alike, their dragon blood auras were extremely similar...

Forget it. As I said before, it doesn’t matter who raises the child. It’s good enough to have a meal ticket. Don’t let the child think about such complicated things.

"mom."

Miaoying opened her mouth and cried in a baby voice. Her delicate face like a doll made Indrognir's heart melt. He gently snatched the little girl and held her in his arms.

After she was born, she watched a live broadcast that lasted for several hours. She had just eaten eggshells and was full. She yawned while lying in Indragnir's arms. Then she closed her eyes, curled up into a ball, hugged her tail with her two pink arms, and fell asleep.

Chapter 262: Three Sons Fight for Succession

The two of them carefully found a bed in the best city of Kafa and arranged for the little dragon girl to sleep on. Aenarion reached out his hand and touched her delicate red lips. He found that she had no teeth yet and didn't know how she ate the eggshells.

There was no other choice, so Aenarion immediately ordered his soldiers to find nearby herdsmen, buy a lactating cow or ewe, and milk the child. The milk should be boiled to kill all bacteria, and then it should be brought to her to drink after it has cooled a little.

Miaoying seemed very satisfied. She could drink a large bowl of milk every time, making her little belly bulge out. Then she fell asleep and lived a life of eating and sleeping. Indrognir said that this was normal. After all, she was just born and was growing up a little bit, so she had the energy to run around and make noise everywhere.

This little girl is really well-behaved and cute. She has a sweet mouth and calls daddy and mommy all the time, which makes people's hearts melt.

Aenarion left Indrognir to accompany the little girl while he continued to work on the affairs of the Crimean Khanate. It took him three days to restore the fighting capacity of these Tatars who were almost starving to death.

Afterwards, Aenarion wore golden mail and a phoenix helmet, using the armor he wore on the battlefield as his wedding dress, while Yrel wore a Muslim wedding robe to show that he was conquered. The two held a grand wedding surrounded by Tatar and elven soldiers.

As soon as the wedding ceremony was over, Irel immediately put on the Mongolian armor left by his father, and wore the golden crown that was shattered by a cannon, melted and recast by dwarf craftsmen. Surrounded by Greek elves, he became the second Khan of the Crimean Khanate.

Under the heavy rewards and threats of force from the Greek elves, the nomadic chieftains in Crimea were frightened at the sight of Aenarion. Thinking of the siege of Kafa, which was as terrifying as hell, they were also greedy for the silver coins that Aenarion gave them, and chose to support Yrel to become the new Khan without hesitation.

At this point, the structure of the Crimean Peninsula was re-divided. Aenarion sent officials to take over several rich and developed port cities on the southern coast, such as Yalta, Kaffa, and Ammiansk, the throat fortress connecting the Crimean Peninsula to the Eastern European pastures, and divided all these important cities into Roman territory.

In the central part of the Crimean Peninsula, vast pastures and even the royal capital inside the sea of ​​grass were still ruled by the Tatars, or the puppet queen Irel Khan, who reduced the Tatars' dissatisfaction and resentment, as well as the cost of her own rule, to a minimum.

At this point, Aenarion occupied the Crimean Peninsula with an area of ​​about 2.55 square kilometers. However, only more than urban residents and slaves of various ethnic groups such as Slavs, Vikings, and Rus were truly included in his rule. people were scattered in various important seaport cities. The proportion was very distorted. Aenarion was introducing advanced feudal culture and market structure to these nomadic slave owners to reorganize the environment here.

The 270,000 Tatars, one million slaves of various ethnic groups, and a population of nearly 1.3 million were actually ruled by Irel Khan. Aenarion was too lazy to collect their money. In addition to providing daily food and feeding the large cities in Crimea, he selected about 200% of the total population of Tatars, that is, 1,040 people, as soldiers and taxes to join his army.

These 1,040 men were the elite of all the Tatars. Among them were the children of various chiefs and chieftains. They came from the richest families, had the best food, and were the tallest and strongest. A thousand of them were organized into a Tatar regiment that was extremely brave and good at night raids. They were equipped with spears and curved bows and served Rome as horse archers.

Those forty people were all bards. The Tatar custom was to start chanting in groups of four. Aenarion made a prototype of a military band and brought it back to Thessaly, where he found a house and built a bard school, trying to let them teach more elves this special profession and skills.

Outside of Crimea, the entire Khanate was in chaos. The Crimean Peninsula was only the core area of ​​the Khanate. Outside the peninsula, there were two huge grasslands in Ukraine and the Caucasus, which were controlled by Iriel's two brothers respectively.

As soon as the Great Khan died, they immediately announced that they did not recognize Irel Khan's status. The two brothers respectively declared themselves the Great Khan in the grasslands they controlled. The Crimean Khanate was actually split into three parts, controlled by the three siblings respectively.

Aenarion did not leave Crimea for the time being and continued to worry about the Tatar mess. The two brothers tried to take over Crimea, but after being repelled by cannons, they basically gave up. The two brothers began to accuse each other of heresy.

Thus, a new war broke out. In order to compete for pasture and the so-called orthodox Khan throne, the eldest and the second in command accused each other of heresy and started a new round of fighting.

For the time being, Aenarion is powerless against the Eastern European pastures. He only uses money and weapons to aid the weaker second-in-command. When he gains the upper hand, he will use silver coins and cannons to support the eldest brother. You can fight however you want. Anyway, as long as you keep fighting, you won't have time to take care of my Crimean Peninsula.

In May 1452, Aenarion basically pacified Crimea. The silver coin taxes provided to him were not much, but the soldiers provided were quite a lot. The more than 5 people in the Tatar regiment were considered professional soldiers. If a real war broke out, he could recruit to Tatar herdsmen to fight. Those Slavs and Vikings who were turned from slaves into free people were also extremely excellent sources of soldiers.

As for governance, Aenarion changed Crimea into the third province after Attica and Thessaly. The governor of Crimea was given to the crazy girl Valkia, and she was also in charge of the soldiers. Although she was reckless and irritable and had a lot of shortcomings, she would never betray him.

Matters like this can be dealt with by professional officials. She is only responsible for intimidating and killing those officials who dare to betray because the enclave wants independence.