The trio entered Gulchtown as the sun was about to set. The town was a mix of stone buildings and wooden shacks clustered around a central square. Like most of Promiscua, females primarily inhabited it, in this case, human women.

As Ethan, Beatrix, and Athena walked through the streets, they saw regular and consistent activity as if the townsfolk weren't bothered that an Orc army was about to attack.

Market stalls sold their wares, while children scampered barefoot, and guards patrolled with vigilant eyes. When Ethan's group was recognized, the atmosphere shifted palpably.

The women of Gulchtown turned their heads, and their gazes locked onto Ethan like magnets. It was the first time the young heir had faced a crowd outside of Cromwell Castle.

Whispers rippled through the crowd. The women's eyes widened in a mix of awe and hunger. Not only was he a male in a world where that gender was scarce, but his noble bearing screamed fertility and princely genes.

In Promiscua, fertile males were walking treasures, and Ethan, as the heir to the Cromwell line, was a jackpot. The air got suffocating with their salivating stares. Beatrix rolled her eyes, and Athena gripped her sword hilt tighter.

What if the women attacked and tried to rape Ethan? He needed more protection from females than from murderous Orcs.

As they walked towards the government hall, the crowd's boldness escalated. A young baker flashed her breasts at Ethan from behind her stall. She jiggled her perky mounds and bounced them. "Come taste my buns, milord!" she called out.

Further along, a seamstress lifted her dress and mooned her round ass, bending over accidentally. "Oops, how clumsy of me!"

In the square, a group of laundresses spread their legs subtly as the Cromwell heir passed. "Please… It will take a minute…"

On Earth, Ethan would have been a goner by this vulgar display of feminine goods. It was like a lewd dream come true. He would dive headfirst into the crowd of horny women like a kid in a candy store.

Things were different now. Ethan had tasted delicacies like the exotic Artis Lupine. He toyed with beauties such as the loli witch Beatrix, the Amazonian Athena, and used his hot sisters back home.

In stark contrast, these common women looked like trash to him. Even though they were great according to Earth standards, right now, they appeared plain, unrefined, and lacking the sexiness he desired.

Ethan put on an awkward expression to placate Athena and Beatrix. On the inside, he smirked, enjoying the attention of the wet female genitals.

The government hall was a sturdy building of gray stone adorned with the Cromwell crest. Inside, Countess Velma awaited him.

Ethan entered, and it was clear she was the center of attention. Velma was like a flower growing in the mud. She was flanked by town officials who looked like toads.

The Countess looked as voluptuous as ever. Her curvaceous body strained against a formal gown. Even as she breathed slowly, her full breasts heaved.

Ethan quit lusting after his mother's body and raised his eyes to hers. Velma looked sad. Beside her stood Mayor Boris, an old pervert with a leering grin. He never missed a chance to dip his gaze inappropriately into the Countess's cleavage.

"Ethan, my son," Velma said formally. She extended a hand in greeting rather than embracing him. Ethan yearned to hug her, to bury his face in her bosom and inhale that familiar scent of lavender and maternal warmth, but she held back. Perhaps the woman was maintaining decorum in front of the hall's occupants.

Beatrix and Athena stepped forward, bowing respectfully. "Countess," Beatrix began. "We bring grave news. The military party of elves and humans we accompanied was ambushed and slain by orcs en route. Only we three made it through."

Athena nodded. "It was a brutal fight, but we protected the young Count as best we could."

Velma's face paled. "You brought my son out of the castle into danger?" she scolded with a rising voice. "What were you thinking?"

"We had no authority to refuse him, milady," the warrior woman replied. "He is the Count now, and his word is law."

Velma sighed, waving a hand. "Very well. The hours are late. You are dismissed for supper and rest. We'll discuss this later."

She turned and walked away, her voluptuous form gliding down the hall with poise and grace.

Ethan waved goodbye to his teammates and followed the Countess. Velma didn't stop until they reached her private bedroom. It was a modest enclosure with cotton drapes and a massive four-poster bed. Not bad for a dump like Gulchtown.

Velma finally let her guard down, drooping her shoulders. But she didn't speak, busying herself with papers at her desk. Ethan approached his mother from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist. She stiffened, then burst into tears, her body shaking against his.

"Mother..." he murmured, holding her tight.

"You foolish boy!" Velma chastised, turning in his arms. Tears streamed down her cheeks. "What is wrong with you? You put yourself in danger, just like that! And left your sisters alone? What if something happened to them?"

Ethan cupped her face, wiping away the tears. "I've become stronger, Mother. Much stronger. I can handle the dangers now. As for Gwen and Ivy, I made provisions to keep them protected. Don't you worry about us."

Velma searched his eyes, her sadness softening. "I can see that you've grown... but you're still my baby."

Ethan momentarily cringed at those words. He had to show her he wasn't a child anymore.

The Cromwell heir leaned in and kissed his mother on the lips. It lasted a while, and she didn't discourage him. "I'll take care of you now," he finally said, pulling away gently. "I'm strong enough for all of us."

Then he smooched her again, this time passionately.

Velma kissed him back, her bee-stung lips yielding too easily. When they were satisfied and gasping for breath, she pulled away gently and wiped her lips. "Bathe and rest, Ethan. We can talk in the morning."

Ethan nodded, licking the cherry flavor lingering on his mouth. He retreated to an adjacent chamber to freshen up, his heart still pounding. It was the first time he had kissed Velma properly, and she wanted and craved it as much.

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