CHAPTER 44: [R-18] +68 INT, +2 FEMALES

The tent vibrated gently in the night wind. The ropes creaked, the leather flapped like stretched hide, and every breath coming from the valley reminded me that outside, thousands of men slept... because they knew I was watching.

I was alone. Sitting in front of the map stained with wine and blood, my elbows resting on the table, my eyes lost in the black lines that marked our conquests. The heavy silence was broken only by the discreet crackling of embers at the bottom of the brazier.

A few months. Fuck, barely a few months. And already, the desert had changed its face.

I thought back to the first tribes. Those arrogant female dogs, convinced that their power over the males would last forever. They ended up on their knees, their thighs slit or their throats slit, depending on their usefulness. Then came the forced alliances, the first coalitions crushed, the Gorge transformed into a single body vibrating at my command.

Then, the Tide of Wolves. Eight hundred males who were nothing—dust, trash, livestock—and whom I fashioned into an army. Today, their chests swell, chanting my name like that of a god. Not because they love me. But because I showed them what a tyrant could offer them: fear, and victory.

Then the queens. The seven chieftains, their proud breasts and defiant mouths, who believed they still held their clans. They now tremble at the very thought of my gaze. Their messengers, offered, marked, sent back to their camps soiled, have borne my name more surely than any emissary.

And finally, the war. Twenty thousand enemies trampling the snow... and I, alone, amidst their corpses, slashing, disemboweling, enjoying every cry like a prayer. My victory didn’t just crush their armies. It forged a legend.

The White General... Liora Veyra. Symbol of purity, of discipline. I broke her like the others, bent her, scarred her. She now bears my mark in her flesh and in her shame. Even she, a figure of glory, is now nothing more than a memory of my domination.

I leaned back in my chair. My fingers absently caressed the edge of the table, and I felt the slight trembling of my own nerves. No fatigue. No doubt. An animal tension, that of the beast that knows it has become the ultimate predator.

But I must not relax the pressure. Not for a moment. A beloved king is weak. An admired king is dead. I was neither. I had to remain the demon they fear. The unyielding tyrant. The one who smiles while shedding blood and fucks like he commands an army: mercilessly.

I looked up. And at that moment, the interface appeared.

[Status]

Name: Sora Veldross

Race: Human

Class: Novice Strategist - Strategist

Level: 36

STRENGTH: 42

STAMINATION: 44

SPEED: 63

INTELLIGENCE: 168 (+68)

PERCEPTION: 40

CHARM: 36 (+5)

SEXUAL EXPERTISE: 40 (+5)

Stat Points to Assign: 0

Skill:

[Battlefield Tactician] - Based on your Intelligence stat points, grants a general boost to all units counted as yours.

+ [Iron Cohesion] - Each unit under his command gains increased resistance to panic, broken morale, fear, or seduction effects. Bonus doubled if you are physically present on the battlefield.

I let my eyes run over the interface. A smile tugged at my lips.

—So there you have it...

The truth was clear. The Novice Strategist class was just a decoy, an embryo. No wonder it gave me so little. Its weakness hid its potential. Now that I had reached the rank of Strategist, each level gave me five Intelligence points and two free points. A real leap in power, a mechanic that finally explained why I’d always felt held back.

My Intelligence had exploded, reshaping my entire way of commanding. Every order I gave resonated more strongly in the minds of my men. Every maneuver imposed itself with chilling clarity, as if my brain instinctively calculated the angles, the formations, the exits. I was no longer just a leader who shouted louder than the others. I had become the cold brain of a war machine.

And as if that weren’t enough, a new skill had appeared: Iron Hand. A simple, brutal name that resonated like a promise. Absolute authority, a grip that would never waver. The wars to come would be tailor-made for it.

I found myself laughing, low and hoarse. Damn, I was satisfied. My stats had finally taken on a form worthy of my role. And I hadn’t forgotten the most important thing: a few points sown in Charm and Sexual Expertise. Enough to keep my conquests strong in bed as well as on the battlefield. Because I knew one thing: an army is held together by iron... but also by flesh.

The tent canvas stirred.

I looked up.

Nyss entered first. Her dark wings folded behind her back, and her tail beat the air like an impatient snake. She wore armor too open for the icy night, her split breastplate allowing her chest to breathe in the red glow of the embers. Her eyes, slitted with gold, devoured me like a she-wolf finding her master.

Behind her, Varkash. The colossus, bare-chested beneath a coarse cloak, her heavy breasts swaying with warrior-like insolence. Her muscles rippled beneath her dark skin, each movement a reminder that she could break a man with one hand. She was already smiling, that predatory smile that mixed bloodlust and cumlust.

"We’re here on Sae’s orders. She says you’re working too hard."

Nyss stepped forward, her wings folding with a discreet rustle. Her golden eyes shone like two thin blades.

"It’s true..." she said softly. "Even though I would have come without her saying a single word."

They undid their armor, one piece after the other. The metal fell to the carpet with sharp clinks, revealing their bodies in the red light: muscles, sweat, heavy breasts, exposed hips. They remained naked, upright, breathing faster.

I cut through the air with a cold voice.

"The one between you who comes first... will not be fucked by me tonight."

The silence lasted a second. Then they looked at each other. Their lips pursed, their chests swelled, and I saw their faces redden, somewhere between defiance and desire.

"Tch, so that’s how it is..." Varkash growled, a predatory smile playing on his lips.

She grabbed Nyss by the back of the neck and crushed her mouth against his. The kiss was brutal, violent. Their breasts pressed together, heavy and hard, their thighs tangled in a sweaty struggle.

"Mmmmhhh...!" Nyss groaned into the kiss, her fingers clawing at the colossus’s muscular back.

Varkash pushed her back onto the carpet, his breath short and bestial.

"I’m going to make you moan first, bitch. You’ll beg before me."

Nyss laughed, panting, her lips still glistening with saliva.

"Hahaha... you poor brute. You think you can beat a succubus at this?"

She toppled the colossus with a smooth movement, using her wings and tail to unbalance her. Varkash found himself on his back, surprised, and Nyss, her face triumphant, placed herself between her massive thighs.

"Aaah... fuck..." Varkash cried as the succubus’s hot tongue slid suddenly against her dripping slit.

"Already this wet?" Nyss teased, raising her head, her mouth glistening. "And you said you could resist?"

"Shut your mouth and lick harder!" the colossus yelled, her fingers gripping her lover’s hair.

Nyss burst into cruel laughter and plunged back in, her tongue delving deep, her fingers sliding without warning into the warrior’s burning pussy.

"Hhhhhaaaaan...! You bastard...! More... faster...!"

Nyss whispered against her skin, each syllable a vibrant caress.

"I want to hear you scream, Varkash. Show your Lord how a war female dog makes herself cum like a whore."

The colossus arched her back, her heavy breasts bouncing with each spasm. She squeezed her thighs against the succubus’s head, but the succubus accelerated again, her tongue probing, her curved fingers searching for every sensitive nerve.

"Aaaahhh! I’m not going to...! I’m going to...!"

"Can’t take it anymore?" Nyss cackled, her eyes shining with mischief.

"You son of a bitch... I... aaAAHHHHH!"

The scream shook the tent. Varkash arched her back, her muscles tensing, and she came violently, splashing water on Nyss’s face. Her entire body shook with uncontrollable spasms, her nails digging into the carpet.

Nyss didn’t even have time to sit up. I grabbed her shoulders and threw her forward, her body still trembling with victory pressed against Varkash’s. Their bare chests crushed together with a wet squelch, their erect nipples rubbing with almost animal violence. They found themselves face to face, their lips barely touching, their breaths mingling.

I didn’t wait. My cock, already hard as steel from the show, plunged into her in one swift thrust. Nyss cried out, her golden eyes widening, her back arching from the brutality of the entrance.

"Hhhhaaaan...! God...!"

I groaned against the back of her neck, my hips slapping against her ass.

"That’s what you could have had, Varkash. Look at her. Look at what I do to her while you only have your fingers."

Each blow made Nyss’s breasts bounce against the colossus’s. Their skin slapped, their nipples clashed, and their moans mingled in the stifling heat of the tent.

Nyss, panting, her fingers clenched on Varkash’s shoulders, managed to breathe out, her voice cracking:

"It’s too much... I... I’m not going to... hold on..."

I withdrew almost completely before thrusting into her again, harder. Her legs buckled, her cry shattered against Varkash’s mouth, as he kissed her without warning. The colossus, still trembling from her own orgasm, pressed her lips against his, their kiss raw, wet, punctuated by bites.

Varkash moaned in turn, not from my cock, but from the friction. His massive body pressed against Nyss’s, their stomachs pressed together, their thighs slippery, his enormous hand moving down to rub his own pussy against the succubus’s moist skin.

"Aaah... fuck..." she groaned, her hips rolling, "I’m going to come just feeling you, slut..."

Nyss was almost sobbing, shaken by my thrusts, but she replied in a mocking whisper, her swollen lips nibbling at her rival’s:

"Then lose again... and watch your Lord tear me apart."

I pinned them both to the carpet, my hands gripping Nyss’s hips with calculated brutality. Their chests rubbed, crushed with each thrust, their mouths sought each other, biting, their tongues curling in a mixture of moans and saliva.

"There, yes... look at you, two whores in heat..." I breathed, my raspy voice drowning out their moans.

Varkash couldn’t hold it any longer. His pelvis rolled harder against Nyss’s, her swollen clit rubbing against the succubus’s thigh. Her eyes rolled back, and she screamed into her lover’s mouth, coming a second time, her thighs trembling against mine.

Nyss, on the other hand, was gasping for breath, her body shaking with spasms, her wings pressed against the floor, my cock hammering her belly to the very tip. Her fingers clawed at Varkash’s skin, clinging to it as if she wanted to pull him down with her.

— Hhhhaaa...! God... I... I...!

I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to expose it to the panting colossus.

— Watch her come, Varkash. See what you won’t get tonight.

And Nyss burst, her body arching violently between us, her cry muffled by the mouth of her rival who was still kissing her. She emptied herself onto my cock in an uncontrollable spasm, her thighs dripping wet, her hips slapping against mine with each jerk.

I sat up abruptly, grabbing Nyss by the waist. Her body, still wracked with spasms, let itself be lifted without resistance. I cradled her against me, her wings pressed against my chest, my hands clasped around her thighs. Her head tilted back against my shoulder, her lips parted, her golden eyes misty with tears of pleasure.

My cock, still hard, quickly returned to its place. I thrust into her with a single thrust, and Nyss screamed, her wings beating weakly against my sides. Her body vibrated, exposed, and each shock made her breasts bounce beneath my exposed fingers.

Facing us, Varkash had propped herself up on one elbow. Her red eyes burned, fixed on the stage. Her raspy breaths filled the tent, and his massive hand immediately descended between her thighs. His fingers plunged into her soaking pussy, a wet noise accompanying his frantic movements.

"Look at her, Varkash," I whispered to him, my voice rumbling against Nyss’s ear. "Watch me take her. Everything you could have had... and don’t."

Nyss moaned louder, her body quivering in my arms. Her heavy breasts heaved with each ragged breath, her taut nipples glistening with sweat.

"Aaah... Sora... I... it’s too much!"

I pounded into her hips, each thrust shaking her taut, arched figure. Varkash gasped, his fingers faster and faster, his powerful thighs trembling under the assault of his own hand. His eyes never left Nyss’s swollen clit, glistening in the red light.

I reached out with my free hand, imperious.

"Come. Taste her."

The colossus hesitated for a second, her fangs bared in a feverish grin. Then she lunged forward, crawling across the carpet to join our tangled bodies. Her dark hair clung to her sweat-drenched chest. She knelt before us, grasped Nyss’s thighs, and buried her face between them.

"HhhhaaaAAAAN...!" Nyss cried as Varkash’s rough tongue captured her clitoris.

I held her firmly against me, fucking her with cruel regularity, while the colossus sucked, licked, and sucked at her swollen flesh. The succubus struggled weakly, her fingers trying to push her rival lover’s head away, but her movements no longer held any strength.

"N... no... I... I’m going to... aaahhh...!"

Her back arched against my chest, her wings shaking like torn sheets. Varkash groaned against her clit, pinching it between his lips, and Nyss gave in.

She exploded with a broken scream, her pussy clenching enough to choke me, her legs trembling so hard they nearly made us topple over. Her juices splashed into Varkash’s mouth, who continued to swallow her mercilessly, his grunts mingling with the succubus’s high-pitched cries.

"Aaah... Sora... I... can’t take it anymore..."

And I was still holding her, my cock still firmly embedded inside her, her body drained, offered up like a trophy.

I gently placed Nyss on the carpet. Her dripping body slumped without resistance, her thighs still trembling, her wings spread out like crumpled sheets. Her golden eyes fluttered, half-extinguished, breathless from the waves of orgasms that had washed her away. She was nothing more than an offered body, panting, still racked with residual spasms.

I stood up, my cock still hard, stained with her juices. My gaze fell on Varkash, still kneeling, her lips glistening with the pleasure she had just wrung from the succubus. Her red eyes stared at me, eager, feverish.

I pointed my cock at her, and my voice cracked like an order:

"Clean it up. This is your reward."

The colossus smiled, a savage grin. She leaned down without a word, her immense mouth opening over my sex. Her rough tongue first slid along the entire length, lapping up every trace of moisture, every forbidden taste. Then her lips closed around the head, sucking noisily.

"Schlllp... hhmmm... schhhlllppp..."

The obscene sound of sucking filled the tent, echoing between the canvas walls. She sucked me like a thirsty beast, her cheeks hollowed by the force of the suction, her eyes looking up at me, shining with obsession.

I groaned, my hand coming down to press against the back of her neck to guide her deeper.

"There... good female dog... swallow well."

Varkash moaned around my cock, her vibrating throat amplifying the sensations. She pulled back for a moment, caught her breath, then pressed her enormous breasts around my shaft, trapping me between her hot, glistening globes.

"Hhhmmm... like that..."

She began to rub, her heavy chest compressing my shaft, each thrust causing streams of saliva and cyprine to squirt out. And when the head protruded, she leaned down to swallow it, sucking it loudly, alternating between tit-fucks and greedily sucking.

—Schlllp... slrrrppp... hhhnnn...!

I groaned louder, my fingers digging into her dark mane. My hips slammed, my hips slapping against her breasts, quickening the pace.

"Open your throat wide," I ordered.

A final thrust made her head tilt back. I gripped her hair, forcing her gaze to meet mine, and poured my hot seed deep into her open mouth.

"Hhhhaaaa...!"

Varkash swallowed it all without a spasm, her lips pressed together, her throat contracting to drink in every last drop. A white trickle trickled from the corner of her mouth, which she licked with a slow, almost sensual motion.

Then she raised her head, panting, her eyes still shining, and whispered hoarsely,

"Thank you... Master."

Silence returned, broken only by the crackling of the brazier and the ragged breathing of the two women at my feet.