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With the goblins moving closer to the Dread Tower, the food situation had grown dire, the new estimate until the food ran out was down to 2 months.
Jonathan sat in his study, rubbing the back of his neck as he pored over maps and reports. The food situation weighed heavily on his mind. A knock at the door drew his attention.
"Enter," he called out.
Talitha strode in, her movements as graceful as ever, she carried several rolled-up maps under her arm.
"My chieftain." she said, spreading the maps across his desk. "We've scouted our options for farmland."
Jonathan leaned forward, studying the detailed drawings. "What have you found?"
Talitha's finger traced a path westward. "To the west, near Rainfell, there's excellent fertile land. The constant rain makes the soil rich." She paused, her expression growing serious. "But the faen might not appreciate us moving in. They're... territorial. Our scouts almost got filled with arrows by one of their boarder patrols"
"And the other options?" Jonathan asked.
"South, past the Trader-end Highway." She moved her finger down the map. "There's an established farming town. They've been struggling since the Empire's fall, and their defences are weak. We could... 'encourage' them to join us." The way she said 'encourage' made it clear she thought they would need to use violence.
Jonathan nodded thoughtfully. "That's close to Sidim, right?"
"Yes. The Cult's influence is stronger there, but they're still rebuilding. They might not interfere." Talitha's finger moved to the northern section of the map. "And finally, there's land to the north, near the mountains. The soil is rich, possibly the best of all three options."
"I'm sensing a 'but' coming," Jonathan said.
Talitha's lips curved into a slight smile. "But it's monster-infested. Mostly Mern."
"Mern?" Jonathan had no idea what those were but it was clear that Talitha assumed he did. "What are Mern?"
"They don't have Mern where you come from daddy?" Talitha looked surprised.
"Nope, completely Mern-less."
"That is fortunate. Mern are vicious flying beasts that breath a gas that paralyses their prey before taking them away." Talitha stretched her arms from side to side. "They are big. They used to be everywhere but they were hunted to near extinction."
"Sounds like something we would rather not have to fight." Jonathan mused, studying the map. "Each option has its own risk." This was starting to fill familiar to Jonathan, it was just like the strategy games he used to play, though this one had much higher stakes.
"Yes." Talitha agreed. "The western lands would give us the best yield with the least initial effort, but we risk conflict with the faen. The southern option gives us existing infrastructure and workers, but we'd need to subjugate the town. And the northern lands..." She shrugged. "High risk, high reward."
Jonathan sat back in his chair, considering their options. The food stores wouldn't last forever, and with the goblins moving in, they needed a solution soon.
"Which would you recommend?" he asked.
Talitha's tribal markings seemed to shift in the candlelight as she considered the question. "As your general, I must consider both food and security." She pointed to each location in turn. "West means diplomatic challenges. South means potential enemies at our backs if the Cult recovers. North..." She grinned, showing her teeth. "North means a good fight, but once we win, the land is truly ours."
"That's not exactly a recommendation." Jonathan said with a slight smirk.
"A chieftain must make such decisions," she replied, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "I merely present the options."
"Alright, let's hedge our bets." Jonathan said pointing to the south. "I will go south and talk to the farmers. I want you to take Painsley and check out the north. See if she can find a way of dealing with the beasts there without us having to fight them.
"Very good daddy." Talitha looked uncharacteristically nervous.
"What's the matter Tali?" Jonathan asked.
Talitha shifted her weight, her ears twitching slightly. "There is... one more thing I wished to discuss, my chieftain."
"Oh?" Jonathan leaned forward, intrigued by her unusual hesitation.
"Sir Alistar and I..." She paused, her fingers absently tracing one of her tribal markings. "We have grown very close. I wish to take him as my mate." Her eyes met Jonathan's. "But the forest demands the blessing of my chieftain."
Jonathan felt an unexpected pang of jealousy in his chest. He and Talitha had shared many intimate moments, and the thought of her being with Alistar stirred something possessive in him. Still, he couldn't deny they made a good match. The two spent countless hours together, planning defences and leading troops. Their chemistry was obvious to anyone who saw them interact.
"I see." he said, trying to keep his voice neutral. "And this is what you want?"
"Yes, daddy." Talitha moved closer, her scent filling his nostrils. "Though you should know, even as a mated female, my pussy will always be available to my chieftain." She placed a hand on his chest, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "That is also what the forest demands."
Jonathan's cock twitched at her words. He cleared his throat. "Then you have my blessing, Tali."
Her face lit up with a brilliant smile. "Thank you, daddy."
Before Talitha could move away, she dropped to her knees in front of Jonathan's chair. Her nimble fingers worked at the laces of his pants.
"Let me show you my gratitude, daddy." she purred, her eyes gleaming with desire. "A good mate must always honour her chieftain first."
Jonathan looked down at Tali as she freed his rapidly hardening cock. Talitha's warm breath ghosted over his sensitive flesh, making him twitch.
"You are so wise and generous." she murmured, running her tongue along his length. "Giving me permission to take such a strong warrior as my mate."
Her full lips wrapped around his head, drawing a groan from Jonathan. She took him deeper, her tribal markings shifting as her cheeks hollowed. Her tongue swirled around his shaft with practiced skill.
"Fuck, Tali." Jonathan gasped, gripping the arms of his chair.
She pulled back with a wet pop, stroking him with her hand. "A good mate must please her man." she said, her voice husky. "But her chieftain's pleasure always comes first. That is what the forest demands."
Talitha took him back into her mouth, bobbing her head with increasing intensity. Her hands caressed his thighs as she worked, occasionally cupping and massaging his balls. The source of this content ɪs 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹•𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖•𝗇𝗲𝘁
"You've made me so happy, daddy." she said between licks. "Alistar will be such a good mate. Strong, skilled..." She engulfed his cock again, moaning around his shaft. "But he'll never make me feel the way you do."
Jonathan's hips bucked involuntarily as she deepthroated him. Her throat constricted around his length, sending waves of pleasure through his body.
"I'm close, Tali." he warned.
She doubled her efforts, her head moving faster, taking him deeper. Her eyes locked with his, filled with lust.
"Cum for me, daddy." she pulled back just enough to speak. "Let me taste my chieftain's blessing."
Her words pushed him over the edge. Jonathan's cock pulsed as he emptied himself into her eager mouth. Talitha swallowed every drop, moaning in satisfaction.
When she finally pulled away, she licked her lips and smiled up at him. "Thank you, daddy. For everything."
She rose gracefully to her feet, adjusting her minimal clothing. "I should tell Alistar the good news." She leaned down and placed a kiss on his cheek, she had become almost immune to Jonathan's cum's power to incapacitate. "But remember, no matter who I mate with, my body will always serve my chieftain's pleasure."