Fantastic Beasts of Records: Lecherous Prince Of The Sea

Claire's eyes narrowed "What did you say?". Her voice was calm, yet, the anger laced in it was clear.

Venessa swallowed her saliva down her throat. Suddenly, her face was grabbed and drawn upwards by Claire's hands.

"Look here! Apart from sleeping with the women in this building, that is the only man I have slept with ever since I lost my husband. But the only reason I did that was that he had enough money for me to leave this wretched region and start a new life in another land".o

Venessa's face paled as the strength behind the grip rose. If it wasn't for the threat upon her life, she would have asked 'Then, doesn't that make you a slut?'.

"And if you think that I am slut like you who goes around sleeping with anybody around, then you are gravely mistakenly"

She added. She raised her hand higher.

Venessa's face contorted in pain and worry.

She thought 'Now you are just sounding like a hypocrite'. But, she didn't dare to voice it out.

Venessa apologized "I am sorry" The only thing she could do was beg for forgiveness, and hope that it is given.

"Humph!" Claire snorted and retrieved her hand. She mused "You better watch your mouth or I will have to break it before I leave".

"I will, Mistress".

Claire withdrew her attention from Venessa and stared at the door. Something clicked in her mind. '

Why isn't he yet here' She thought with a frown.

"He is supposed to be here by now" She said.

Venessa blinked. A sudden suspicious thought crossed her head, enabling her to grasp what Claire's words meant.

"He might be on his way and is just setting out some things" She emphasized

"No, he should be here by now" Claire frowned "I told hi….."

Knock! Knock!!" A persistent knock came from the door and echoed around the room.

"He is here" Claire exhaled in relief. She stared down at Venessa with a sadistic smile, and held her hair before shoving it back into her uncovered vagina "Suck!" She ordered.

"Ahh~~" She moaned, slowly.

"Knock!! Knock!!!" It sounded again.

"... Come in!" Claire called out seductively. Her voice echoed through the door, and she hoped that it was tantalizing to the ears of the person outside.

"Click!" The door opened. A woman -one of the brothel's workers walked in and bowed "Mist....".

Claire frowned at the woman that had just entered the room. 'This isn't him' She thought.

"What do you want" She questioned, coldly.

"Mistres…" The woman's eyes trailed down to the woman leaning on the desk with her legs open and skirt raised high, while another with an identical appearance sucked and liked her pussy like a lapping dog

She was scared. Her thoughts began to wander in distress.

'Are there two mistresses?'

"Do I have to repeat myself?" A stern voice snapped her out of her thoughts and confusion.

She looked at the other identical angry mistress leaning against the desk, "I came to tell you that the client in VIP room 4 has left. He walked out of the building without saying a word...." Immediately, she was done speaking, her lungs began to constrict under the intense gaze of the woman in front of her.

"He left!" Claire gritted her teeth in anger. "He left and didn't tell anyone after the commotion he had caused" She spoke.

Meanwhile, Venessa had already stopped and watched what was going to happen next. She was curious about what actions Claire would take. Either the strange, abusive and sex-addicted woman with a royalty complex takes this matter to heart and behaves in the worst imaginative way possible, or she reasonably accesses the problem and logically deals with it.

"This.. is the second time" Claire spoke. Her hands travelled to her waist and dragged down her maxi skirt. With a thrust to the left, she slammed the side of her leg into Venessa, kicking her out of the way before she worked toward the worker.

She halted her steps in front of her and roamed her hands around the woman's body, from her stomach to her tightly packed breast sealed in a provocative mini dress.

"And when he comes back, I will have to act quickly. I don't have enough time to play idle for much longer" She muttered, then sealed the lips of the woman, invading and furiously ravaging her mouth with her tongue before she pulled out, and left behind a trail of saliva.

"But for now, you saw something that you aren't supposed to see" Claire smiled, mischievously.

"Follow me" Claire uttered. She turned around and looked at the kneeling Venessa "You can continue for the rest of the day, I am tired".

Claire swung the door shut with the worker trembling and following behind her.

Vanessa sighed. Though she felt pity for whoever that worker of hers is, it was either she or her. And obviously, she picked herself.

"But, sometimes, I wonder who is the slut?" Her mind revovled around Claire's words. Suddenly, it halted, and a smile adorned her lips "At least, I won't be seeing her wretched face any longer after some time".

Her face on another person's face, she meant. Not, the other way around.

She walked several steps forward and took a seat before she attended to the bills and costs that needed to be taken care of for the brothel to function properly.

Though, occasionally, small series of chuckles escaped her lips when the sudden thought of her freedom crossed her mind.

…...

"Is this the place?" I asked, staring at the small wooden building that would fit as a warehouse.

"Yes... it is" Said, Nina.

I turned and stared at her curiously "Don't tell me that you still don't want me to kill them?".

She nodded, feverishly.

I swept my eyes away from her and gazed at the snow beneath our feet. A subtle sigh escaped my lips "If you want to save them that much, I will give you a chance to do it".

I turned around and noticed that there were no guards on patrol after sweeping the surroundings and air. No guards meant that they aren't expecting anything visitors, which meant that we had the element of surprise.

But, that was unless the group had enough brain cells to run away after burning down the workplace of an ascendant that knew their secret hideout.

For some reason, another part of me strongly believed that they haven't thought that far ahead or were too sure that they were safe.

".... What do I have to do?" Nina asked.

I am sure that she wouldn't have asked that question if she knew what she was about to do. For me, it would be interesting. But for her…..

"How good are you with your abilities as a Trickster?" I inquired. That was a valuable piece of information that I currently needed.

Nina stared at me doubtfully "I can control my Trickstar path abilities quite well" Regardless, the words still flowed out of her lips.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Even the Mages at the Mage tower were impressed by it" She responded.

"Alright. How long can you copy the powers and abilities of a person?"

"One hour and ten seconds if it's someone on the same rank as mine. The stronger the ascendant is, the more the time shortens. Also, if the ability or technique is much more powerful than expected, then I will just be hurting myself in the process" Nina explained. Her head tilted in confusion "Why are asking?".

"Because I am currently planning a husband-wife bonding related activity" I answered.

After listening to Annabelle's explanations on the ascendants' paths and ranks, my mind was flooded with an abundance of questions, I became brimming with endless possibilities and fervently eager to uncover the answers to my numerous unanswered questions

For instance, when a male ascendant of the Tricksear path transforms into a woman, does he also gets the pussy, womb and breast?

I mean, if I someday encounter a Trickster that I think would look good as a woman, does that mean that I can gender-bend them if I also manage to force them into a contract? Or is the transformation just like a reflection covering up the user's main identity?

No! Concentrate, you can't be thinking about that now!

But still, why hasn't anyone thought about answering this question?…

No!

I shook my head, inwardly.

I am sure that someone had definitely thought about it but decided not to make it public knowledge.

"You mean?" The confusion in her tone was still present.

I replied "I want to see how far you understand your husband and at the same time witness how strong you are. So, I will let you go in first and watch from behind. Remember, your understanding of your husband and your acting will decide how many people get to leave".

"... You mean?" Although her response remained unchanged, the emotions and tone that accompanied it differed greatly. Just by staring into her eyes, I could tell that she already understood, hence, she gulped.