Reincarnated as the Only Human

I will admit that after another minute or so of them discussing the numbers that they thought might be required for something like this - with Lady Merneith getting up to fetch a pad of paper and something to write with, all while her thick, juicy cock bounced around visibly - I was rather... quick to zone out.

I wanted to try and give my input and I desperately wanted to care for what was being discussed, but my interest in herbology was surface level at best while my ability to care about a people that weren’t really tied to me - both in the Sultanate and in the Queendom - was drastically limited.

There just wasn’t much to keep me occupied, and while I wanted to suggest we just move past this for now and get on with the rough, baby making sex, the other two seemed way too engrossed in what was happening right now.

They were... treating it like foreplay, something that was a tad bit flabbergasting to me as I looked between them every once in a while and realized that they both had become far more fond of each other in that time.

It was a display of why carnality only meant so much in the world of those that wielded vast amount of influence, because to these two that just so happened to have their hands wrapped firmly around their respective country’s politics this sort of negotiation was an entire language.

One that was surprising them both as they listed demand after demand, conceding to few and reworking the rest whenever they realized that their hidden scheme and nuanced terminology was getting caught by the other.

Nothing malicious was being suggested and nothing was being taken as an offense, allowing these two to just... engage in this layered battle of wit and arousal as they got to know one another in a way that I was just completely out of touch with.

It was because of this odd new foreplay that I wasn’t able to resonate with that I found myself enjoying the wine as best as I could, numbing that mild ache with the sharp, strong and burning fruity liquid that sloshed around in my glass.

The first bottle was finished before I knew it, and when I found myself staring at the second I just clicked my tongue, slid back my chair and excused myself for a minute, unknowingly making a rather ’large’ mistake.

I wanted my own wine because - quite frankly - it was miles above everything else I had drunk thus far in this life, and in order to get it without drawing Lady Merneith deeper into our secrets I had to step outside for a few minutes.

So... I did so, believing that there wasn’t anything more that could happen and that Renna would ensure nothing fun occurred whilst I was gone, which... she did do, but looking back it was honestly just idiocy on my part.

Seeing her so engaged with Lady Merneith over the logistical requirements of a joint research team that was dedicated to furthering the medical fields of both countries should have been my tell that they were really getting into one another, but even someone as amazing as myself makes mistakes.

Stepping out and just resting against a pillar, I enjoyed a private moment - with a single glass of the wine Renna and I had made together - for as long as I thought I needed before heading back inside with two bottles in hand.

What I came back into was the two of them looking at each other with a hunger I tended to feel on a regular basis, and seeing my wife biting her cheek as she denied this powerful Sphinx the ability to utilize the facility for private research dedicated only to the Sultanate... well, it was a bit...

The heat in her eyes, the hints of red on her cheeks and ears, and the way her lips curled into a coy smile as she slowly circled a finger over the rim of her glass while staring right into the bemused smile of the Sphinx across from her...

It would be the understatement of the century to say I wasn’t at all jealous of what was going on, but what really made my heart clench unpleasantly was the delayed reaction they had to my reappearance, meaning they had been so absorbed in one another that it took them a few extra moments to notice I was back.

Not only was I seeing how aroused my wife currently was because of this odd verbal foreplay that she was engaged with, but I could smell just how badly she needed to get pinned down and fucked by a dominant futanari.

The sweetness wafting off of her was noticeable even to me, so seeing how focused Lady Merneith was on Renna’s abundant bosom or her plump lips while she licked her own like a starved beast forced another pang of jealousy inside of me.

It took all I had to not pull Renna away to claim her for myself yet again as I slid into my seat, uncorking the first bottle and pouring everyone a glass as they continued their negotiation, which lasted about three glasses.

Then it suddenly slipped into something far more forwards and comfortable for me as Lady Merneith swirled her glass around and said ”That is an excellent start, dear Renna, and I must admit I am extremely pleased... and also doubly disappointed that there is no way for you to be my woman.”

Being blunt about wanting to make Renna hers was exactly what I was waiting to latch onto, because that sort of straightforwardness was something I understood and could join in on, and also something that I couldn’t feel threatened by.

I was going to slip something in - some kind of witty remark about how Renna truly was the greatest, most perfect wife, or about how we could arrange that for the night - when Renna just blushed, her eyelashes fluttering as she looked down into her glass before she peaked at me.

The way my heart dropped and felt like it was being squeezed dry hit me like a ton of bricks, yet the instant that Renna smiled and said ”I... am also disappointed, but it also reminds me how blessed I am. So many ideal options... yet somehow I managed to get the best one. No offense, Aziza.”

A low chuckle filled the room as the Sphinx shrugged and murmured ”None taken... She really is something to look at, and according to what you said... quite capable. I’ve experienced a little of what her ’capabilities’ are, but...”

Honestly I didn’t really know what she said because I had lunged over and pulled Renna into a deep kiss before rubbing my cheek against hers as I grinned ear to ear, no longer entirely jealous since she reaffirmed that she was - in fact - mine.