Hiring,
"Oh-ho…" Mefar said, coming up to us: "I told you not to interfere!"
Mairinna shrugged:
"Après wanted to stand up for them," she said, nodding her head eloquently towards the northern women fussing over her friend, who hadn't quite recovered her composure.
The commander glanced at them and raised an eyebrow expressively:
"I hope it was worth it, now we have to constantly look back at Katus," she looked up at the demoness and said: "Your mother and sister are not in the city - they are with the troops. Serkhot suggested that we go with the first group of troops straight to them. I was offered a contract to join the united army and I tentatively accepted it."
"Did you tell him who I am?" she asked fearfully.
Mefar shook her head slightly:
- No. I simply told him that you would like to enter the Duchess's service and we sort of became your retinue,
The succubus sighed heavily and Elran took advantage of the resulting pause, impatiently asking a question:
- What about my aunt?
The commander said gloomily:
"Rillellil was quite famous in Isrin. She enjoyed great respect among both the middle class and the poor, thanks to her healing services at very low prices. However, about a year ago, she disappeared. Since Rillellil was a powerful healer who often provided services to soldiers, the Duchess personally authorized a full-scale investigation. It was determined that she had been under constant surveillance for the past few days. One of them was identified as a sergeant in the Duke of Anri's guard. The investigation stalled there, as the sergeant was never seen again in Isrin." Mephar paused and added, "I would advise you to be strong—many believe Rillellil is long dead. And her death was far from easy."
Elran closed her eyes for a few seconds, and I even saw tears trickle from the corners of her eyes. However, she suddenly came to her senses quickly and, wiping her tears with the back of her hand, said angrily:
"So, we're going to war with this Duke? Fine..." She clenched her fists and muttered, "So be it. For the sake of revenge, I'll gladly recall all my combat experience and put all my new abilities to use... When are we going to the Duchess?"
"Tomorrow morning we will set out with the rest of the mercenaries and the convoy to the border of the duchy, where Krekhtor is gathering troops.
"Are we staying here overnight?" she asked.
"Uh-huh. I need to clear my wallet and get some gear. Damn it! Prices are going to skyrocket, if they haven't already! R-r-r-r..." Mefar finished irritably.
Mairinna and I exchanged glances:
"We have some weapons and equipment. I think we can give them to you, and sell the rest."
The attendant nodded:
"Basically, we also have trophies from this gang. We can negotiate with the traders or the wagon drivers."
Mefar nodded thoughtfully:
— So, here's the deal... Our objectives: find a decent place to stay, sort out our belongings, and then head first to the military base, and then, if we don't find what we need there, to the market...
I decided to speak up:
"What about these guys?" I nodded toward the northern women who had sat their friend down on a bench nearby and were wiping the blood flowing from her cut cheekbone.
- Hm? I don't understand.
— I have an idea to invite them to join us.
Mefar eloquently covered her eyes with her right hand and exclaimed:
— Oh, Goddess! First, I'll explain where you're planning on sticking your dick, and then you can decide for yourself whether to dare or not... — having collected her thoughts, she began to speak: — Anyway, listen. When the gods of this world fought the Legions... No. Not like that. I'll start even further. In short, one of the gods was the God of Light Racrons. He was quite... hmm?... amorous. His exploits were practically legendary—he even fucked the goddesses of Death this and that... in short... Although, personally, I can't imagine how it was... They're practically frigid... Racrons even managed to somehow drag our goddess Lirmilla and the goddess of light Vielan into his bed at the same time. They said there was a terrible scandal the next morning. However, evil tongues say that it was from then on that the war between the light and dark began to wane, and Racrons became not only the patron of warriors, but also... in short, of potency. I've gone off on a tangent... So... Racrons managed not only to slink under the skirts of goddesses, but also to frequently visit ordinary mortals. The result was that in certain northern provinces, beautiful women began to give birth to demigods. They were strong, handsome, and as depraved as their father. The demigods gathered in a military order—Racrons was, after all, the patron of warriors, and only later—a ladies' man. I don't remember the name of this organization. So... When the Legion invaded, it was the order that put up the main resistance. However, its forces weren't enough... The forces of all of Oellir weren't enough. Racrons was personally killed by Ashker, and almost all of his descendants were exterminated. Only a few survived. However, Racrons's blood continues to flow through the northern peoples. Being heavily diluted, it doesn't give his descendants much—they can't even kill a common demon one-on-one. However, since they always work in teams of three, they're quite capable together and can cut any demon into pieces. Now, about the bedroom... Listen carefully—Racrons's descendants, while amorous, are extremely protective of their companions and don't take just anyone into bed. Besides, they're not elves or demons, who can control their bodies and prevent unwanted pregnancies. If you cum inside them as usual, they'll get pregnant right away. So before you force them into a back alley, be aware of any unwanted consequences.
"And how?" I wondered.
Mefar shrugged.
"Basically, we're in Isrin, and here amulets like these should be sold on every corner. The only question is, don't let them sell us a fake..." Elran snorted.
"I can easily spot a fake, since Life is my path. And given my ascension, I can monitor their bodies for pregnancy even without an amulet. But I can forget, so it's better to actually buy amulets for them."
I chuckle:
"You're already dividing the skin of an unkilled bear... They might not agree. Well, fine. Am I going? Mefar—are you coming with me?"
She sighed:
"Uh-huh…" and, glancing sideways at the northerners, she added: "Elran, come with us—you can also heal the wounded one, otherwise, it looks like they don't even have any potions."
"Okay…" she replied.
So, accompanied by the dark and light, I walked toward the northern women. Approaching their backs, I softly said:
- Hello again.
Inga straightened up and said in surprise:
"Is it you again? What do you want?" She narrowed her eyes angrily. "We don't have the money to pay you for your help."
I tried to smile softly:
"That's not why we're here. I've come to you with an offer to join our squad on equal terms."
Inga looked at her friends with even more surprise:
— We — and to you?
"Well, yes." I nodded slightly toward our squad. "As you can see, we're already a hodgepodge. Besides, we even have our own healer and a young Elder Demon. And we have something else to offer you." They exchanged glances again, and Turid said firmly:
- We'll think about it.
I shrugged:
"Think about it, but it would be best not to do it for long—we're leaving for the troops tomorrow. In the meantime, as a gesture of goodwill, our squad healer, the light elf Elran, will help your friend."
The elf came closer and extended her hand toward their friend's head, disfigured by a huge, swollen bruise. A beam of green light erupted from her palm. Under its influence, the hematoma deflated before our eyes and disappeared as if it had never been there. The fair one looked thoughtfully at her palm and, chuckling, returned to her place behind me.
It must be said that many of the mercenaries present were watching what was happening thoughtfully.
The three northern women glanced at both elves and Turid said:
- Thank you. We'll discuss it now.
Shrugging my shoulders, I headed back with my escort.
"So?" Mairinna asked as soon as we returned.
"They're thinking," Mefar snorted and continued, "If they agree... Elran, you need to take the Blood Oath from them, and perhaps the Union Oath."
Svetlaya tiredly massaged her temples with her thumbs:
"Oh, Vielan! Should I, like Dlres, fuck everyone I meet?"
"Well... It's like this. We're holding such a treasure in our hands that..." Mefar gave me an eloquent, appraising glance and finished:
"Perhaps, if this information reaches the Higher Ones, even they will start a fight for possession of such a thing. Is it a joke?" She didn't finish her sentence, but even I realized that for the opportunity to forge even simple Elders out of Imps, any general of any Legion would personally tear out the throat of anyone and everyone in their path.
Svetlaya swallowed eloquently and massaged her neck:
"Yeah, right... Will we be able to hold such a diamond in our hands? But if these three join us, it'll be easier, and if their strength is also... The chronicles said that the descendants of Racrons easily killed Archdemons single-handedly..."
Mefar added:
"Just like the Dark Elven Aktauri and the Light Elven Sauri. We just need time and the right allies..."
I decided to speak up:
"You have rather amusing plans for me. Personally, I intend to settle down in the Duchess's bed. I think this whole city will be a good base for me, or for you, if you decide to continue supporting me."
"That's not a bad idea..." Mefar narrowed her eyes. "However, we might need to leave for Al' erihtol. Power without knowledge is no good." Mairinna joined the conversation.
"Mother has quite a large library. And it has a large section on the Power of Darkness. Perhaps you won't need to travel to your capital for now." Mefar shook her head.
"That will only delay our departure: the Servants need to go to the Temple of Lirmiply for a thorough conversation with the goddess and official confirmation of their status. And keeping all this a secret from the Council of Matriarchs is a crime."
I said:
— What if it's betrayal?
Mefar whispered:
"We all hate the Greater Demons too much, for they've devoured all the gods of Darkness. For the priests to betray Lirmilla? When they weep her tears every day? And surrender themselves to the Archdemons during their initiation, like Lirmilla did to Ashkeru? Although, anything is possible. But keeping it all a secret? No... At the very least, we need to tell everything to Archyen, Matriarch of the First House of Asset, and Vakrulla, High Priest of Lirmilla's Temple..."
The attendant whispered:
"If we tell him, it's possible that we'll return not alone, but with at least a dozen Servants who also need to be elevated…" The Light One whispered:
"Well, if that's the case, then I'll also need to return to the House with news of Auntie's death and all that. And I'll also need to contact our priests..."
Mairinna looked behind me and said:
— They're coming...
We parted.
I turned around and saw the northern women heading towards us.
As they came closer, the one who answered to the name of Turid said:
— We have discussed your proposal and, if you still need us, we accept it.
I practically broke into a smile, and Mefar said contentedly:
"That's excellent news. I suggest we move our closer acquaintance and discussion of the finer points to a more secure location." The blondes nodded reservedly, and the commander continued, "Do you have somewhere to stay overnight?"
Turid said:
— We stayed in a hotel on the outskirts, but it was a terrible place to live, and it would have been better to stay in a field.
— Your things?
The northern women showed off the meager knapsacks they carried on their shoulders.
Helda chuckled:
— We carry everything we own with us.
"Okay. Then follow us—we have a friend who rents us a small house on the outskirts." And, as if apologetically, "But it really is small."
The northern women shrugged their shoulders expressively, as if to say: "We can't be scared anymore – we're scared…"
We took the reins of our horses and moved down the street.
As I was leaving the square, I noticed Serkhot had stopped talking to a tall, stately demon—whom he'd had to bend almost like a question mark to speak to—and was giving us a long, intent look. It seemed to me he spent an especially long time looking at me. However, when he realized I was looking at him too, he turned away abruptly, almost in fear. Was I imagining it?
However, many people were watching me. It's no joke—I single-handedly took down the Elder right before their eyes. And not kill him, but practically spank him.
We moved through the city in silence. There were far fewer soldiers at the first gates than when we had passed through just an hour earlier.
It seemed that part of the garrison had already been withdrawn and was preparing for tomorrow's march.
Once outside the gates, we turned right and went deeper into the vast residential areas.
The further we walked, the poorer the houses became, and the more children of all races and ages ran around the streets. Many of them were wearing nothing at all.
Mefar confidently led us deeper and deeper until we suddenly stopped near one of the houses, which was separated from the street by a narrow courtyard from which children's laughter could be heard.
"Tarish and Reishra, follow me," she said. "The rest of you, until I return, please don't fight the locals. This isn't Katus, who's always on his own, and because of his shitty personality, not only does he have no authority over his subordinates, but even his lovers run away from him." She looked at me. "They'll just shower you with crossbow bolts from the roof, and that's it. Or drop a piece of tile on your head. And there'll be no one left to explain that we're actually good. Is that clear, Alres?"
I obediently raised my palms up:
- Okay, okay, I understand everything.
Mefar gave me a searching look and, turning away, pushed the gate. It swung open unexpectedly easily, revealing a rather cozy and tidy courtyard covered in beautiful paving slabs, with a few sparse blades of grass sprouting through the cracks. Five naked teenagers, about ten or twelve years old—three girls and two boys—were running around the courtyard. Their skin was slightly grayish, clearly reminiscent of drow skin. However, I noticed that their ears were much shorter and not as long.
When they saw the visitors, they all rushed into the house, shouting:
- Mom, Mom! Aunt Mefar is here!..
Almost immediately, a completely naked drow appeared on the porch. I gulped at the sight of her. She glanced at our commander, then glanced at us, her eyebrows rising suggestively.
Mefar meanwhile said:
— Hello, Karitil. We all need a place to stay for one night. We have money. Will you let us in?
"Well, if you're not joking, hello, Mefar. There's plenty of room to put you down, but where to put the horses is a challenge. Maybe just the yard. And I don't have any food for them."
- We'll think about it: we'll drop by the market today.
Karitil glanced sideways at Mairinna and shrugged: "I also hope you didn't think I'd be the one looking after them."
"Yes, yes," Mefar nodded and, turning to us, commanded: "Get the horses!"
Karitil said to the children who were looking us over appraisingly:
- Help them open the gate, otherwise they'll break it.
The children darted to the gate. They pulled the bolts out of their slots, opened them, and we entered the yard.
I gave the children a carnivorous look, scanning them with my gaze. They made an interesting impression: lean, slender, sculpted bodies and honed, predatory movements. The girls hadn't yet matured and were a bit angular. Although even now they were still eye-catching. The boys, however, made a more positive impression. Overall, looking at the teenagers, it was clear they would have an interesting future. One thing was certain—they were definitely not purebred drow, and their mother was anything but ordinary.
My gaze was noticed and Zirta, approaching me, quietly whispered:
"All questions later," she said immediately, for everyone to hear, "Let's go." Wrapping herself in her cloak, she walked ahead, showing us the way.
Shrugging, I unfastened our huge weapons bags from the horses and followed her.
Just around the corner, another house appeared, seemingly hidden in the shadow of the owner's. Zirta ran easily up the high porch and pushed the unlocked door with her right hand. I followed her in first and paused, looking around.
The house was two-story, but it had a large attic, which was accessed
A full-fledged staircase. From where I stood, the roof was visible. The living room I was in was furnished simply with a wooden table and five chairs, a stove for cooking, and a wide wooden bed covered with a crumpled light-blue linen bedspread.
A narrow staircase led from the living room to the second floor, and besides, there was a large hatch near the pier, which was now open.
Approaching it, I looked inside with interest, but saw nothing but a dimly lit piece of stone floor and a wooden staircase.
"We'll sleep there: the basement was made specifically for drow—we rest there," Zirta said, throwing her cloak over the back of a chair, revealing only a thin silk bra. I let my gaze flow smoothly from her face to her shapely breasts, then to her slender stomach and below. "Well, for you, the rest of the rooms..."
I gently placed my bags on the floor and stepped toward her, who had already taken a step aside. Letting my hands slide over her body, I pressed my lips to hers, which parted in hesitant protest. Zirta leaned toward me and closed her pitch-black eyes in pleasure.
"Hey, hey, you cheeky one!" commented the succubus, carrying an armful of things past us. "You're not the only one craving love and affection—everyone here is itching... Especially at the sight of you." She strode up the stairs to the second floor. Without looking up, I glanced sideways toward the door and saw a trio of northern women looking at us in surprise. Mairinna's voice drifted up from the second floor: "Well, that's not bad."
I gathered the last of my willpower into a fist and managed to tear myself away from the drow's sweet lips. When she opened her eyes, I saw her gaze wandering around the room, unable to stop.
Grabbing my bags, I trudged up the stairs after the succubus. When I reached the top, I saw Zirta, looking at me greedily, blindly grope for a chair and sit down on it, beginning to pull down her bra, exposing herself almost completely.
The succubus came up to me and, following my gaze, quietly said:
"Please don't forget that your influence on women is so profound it's beyond words. And until we take oaths from the northern women, it's best to remain silent about many things."
Sighing, I put my bags on the floor and looked around. The entire second floor was taken up by one large room, furnished entirely with two wide double beds, a narrow desk, and a small chair propped up next to it.
I walked over to the table and began to take off my heavy armor, trying to put its parts in order.
The northern women came up to the floor in single file. Passing by, they sat down on the nearest bed and also began to undress, glancing sideways at me. Incidentally, their armor, it seemed to me, was better than mine. At least, they had a sculpted breastplate that protected and covered their breasts. I, however, lacked this piece of armor—it didn't fit me and was now in one of the trunks.
The rest of our squad began to climb the stairs. Each of the women carried large bags of belongings, which they piled next to mine.
I pulled off two chainmail shirts and an under-armor jacket and placed them near the nightstand. The heavy drops of my breasts, breaking free, swayed with relief under the influence of gravity.
Bending down, I began to unfasten the thigh guards and greaves from my legs, absentmindedly thinking that I needed to clean them.
At that moment, Mefar rose to our feet. She glanced at me and walked over to the northern women, who were slowly undressing. Handing them a sickle-shaped dagger, the drow said:
"Before we get to know each other, I want you to take an oath…" The northerners sighed and, cutting their palms, said almost in sync:
"As long as this blood flows in me, we will fulfill the terms of the Oath of Secrecy and ensure its fulfillment..."
Turid added:
- This is all?
The approaching light elf looked back at the commander and touched their palms with a glowing finger, healing the cuts.
Mefar smiled crookedly and drawled:
"Not yet... You see, our overall commander is Elran. And I'm just the commander of a drow squad. I underwent the Blood Bonding ritual with her..." The northerners' eyes widened at these words.
— Is the Blood Union ritual the one you perform that involves sexual intimacy?
The commander smiled wryly:
"Yes, you're not mistaken. It's him. You're the one in charge, aren't you?"
Turid nodded:
"Technically, yes. I am the grandniece of the Master of the Ododlighet Order, often simply called 'Immortality.'" She paused for a moment and added sadly, "True, the Order is going through hard times right now..."
Mefar smirked:
- So, if you want to know all our secrets, you will have to go through it.
She raised an eyebrow expressively:
— Is it worth it?
Elran smiled:
"More than enough. If you're still thinking about it, I'll give you a hint: we've managed to get hold of a treasure capable of not only granting a magical gift, but also enhancing it."
The northerners' eyes widened and Turid exclaimed:
- What do you mean? Is it true?
Mefar pointed to the demoness walking up the stairs:
- As you can see, three days ago she was just an imp.
"This can't be!" Inga whispered, covering her mouth with her hand, almost in fear.
The commander now pointed to the naked drow rising behind the succubus:
"Two days ago, Zirta had a very, very weak magical gift, and now she has black eyes, an attribute of the 'aktauri.' And our entire people only have one of those left. And Zirta is certainly not Archien, the Matriarch of the First House. So—it's up to you to decide..." With the gesture of a professional magician, Mefar spread her arms and smiled dazzlingly.
Helda whispered:
"Oh, our father Racrons... This is a sign!" She closed her eyes and said, "Agree to everything, Turid."
"What if it's a lie?" she turned to her.
"What's the deception? To gain our loyalty? Three poor swordswomen with not even the slightest bit of power?"
"Well..." Turid sighed and looked at Mefar and Elran. "Fine. Why not? Life is clearly going downhill anyway..."
She got up from the bed and, encouraged by her companions, began to more actively pull off her underarmor.
I no longer had the strength to tear my gaze away from the northerner's muscular body emerging from under the protection.
At that moment, the barefoot, naked Servants came up the stairs. Lashta walked straight up to me and, unexpectedly taking my face in her right hand, kissed me hard. Her left hand, meanwhile, reached under my apron and slid along my penis, unfastening the straps holding it in place. Another pair of hands, obviously belonging to Rusha, unfastened the apron and tossed it onto the pile of my things, immediately starting to pull down my pants and boots. Without waiting for me to finish undressing, Lashta, still kissing me, pushed me in the chest, and I stumbled and fell right onto the bed, distantly noting how hard it was.
Turid, frozen in surprise and practically naked, came into my field of vision.
Her lean, sculpted body seemed to lack a single ounce of fat, the muscles of a trained swordsman rippling beneath her soft white skin. Her full, perfectly shaped breasts seemed to beg to be taken by my greedy, grasping hands. Despite all this, the northerner was very slender. But what particularly caught my attention was the narrow strip of short, blond hair on her pubic area. Noting this, my mind detachedly noted two facts: here, humans have pubic hair (elves and demons didn't), and that in this world, intimate hairstyles are practiced.
At that moment, someone clearly took my penis into their mouth and began sucking aggressively. Unable to contain myself, I closed my eyes and moaned. My moan burst into Lashta's mouth as she kissed me, and she even smiled slightly. My hands, vigorously massaging her body, slid lower and grasped her ass possessively. Responding, Lashta lifted her pelvis slightly, and at that moment, someone's mouth released my penis. Immediately, the Servant's hand released my head and, sliding down, guided my shaft into something pliable, hot, and wet—clearly her gate. I didn't need coaxing; I immediately offered my penis.
Bliss... Having driven it in to its full length, I paused a little at first, savoring the moment, but then instinct took over, pulling it back and starting the rhythm.
Sex with the Handmaidens was always different from sex with other drow, with a greater intensity of passion and, one might even say, a certain cruelty. At times, I felt as if it wasn't me screwing them, but them screwing me. Maybe it was because they were practically perfect soldiers, filling the role of full-contact melee fighters in the Mefar squad?
I felt a significant advantage over everyone else. Even the succubus, who occasionally kicked in my arms, meekly yielded to me.
The ever-growing desire created a heat within my body, forcing me to speed up. I began to passionately desire the end, and it came, as usual, almost unexpectedly.
Pressing the Servant against me, I thrust my cock to the hilt and froze, pouring my seed into her body. Lashta broke the kiss and moaned heavily, leaning against me and tightly wrapping her legs around my body.
After resting like that for about a minute, she released me and slid off my cock, rolling to the left. The vacated space was immediately filled by the hungry Rusha, who practically immediately impaled herself on the sperm-slicked phallus to the point of bursting.
The crimson fog of boundless desire receded, and I overheard part of the conversation between Mefar and the northern women. The drow squad leader was speaking:
"...apparently, that's when we were lucky enough to encounter them. A day of nonstop sex, and Zirta became an 'aktauri,' and Elran became an '-auri.' Everyone else, including me, felt a powerful magical gift. The acolytes, however, began to hear our goddess, Lirmilla. That's how it was..."
Turid, breathing heavily, said hoarsely:
"But still, it's quite a surprise to learn that the Duchess of Krekhtor's long-sought daughter is right here and has become an Elder in two days... And without hecatombs of sacrifices or centuries of serving the Archdemons... Ah!" she groaned, interrupting her tirade.
"If only I had more knowledge…" Mefar continued dreamily, "And I could apply directly to the First House for a high position."
Turid breathed heavily and said:
"If I were you, I'd think about creating my own organization, or even a House... ha-a-a... Four loyal 'Aktauri' under your command, and the 'Auri' at your back. That will be a formidable force..." Taking advantage of the fact that Rusha had pulled away from me and was straddling my stomach, bracing herself with her hands on my chest, I turned my gaze toward the sound of their voices and discovered Thurid and Mefar lying on their backs right next to me. The northerner was expertly polishing Elran's slit, while Elran, with pleasure, crumpled and wrinkled the blanket she was lying on, her hands knitting and twisting. Her abdominal muscles flexed, constantly tensing and relaxing. From time to time, Thurid would raise her head and look at Elran, as if trying to figure out what she was doing. The drow commander, her hands behind her back, resting her head on her interlocked fingers, seemed perfectly in control. Zirta, kneeling on the floor, was licking her pieda. A couple of other northern women sat naked next to their commander, gently stroking their clearly dripping pussies and watching with wide eyes the orgy unfolding before them.
Rusha took a deep breath and raised her head. Suddenly, she spoke in a deep voice:
"I hear you, my Goddess! Yes! Your will is absolute for me... I will die fulfilling your wish..."
The next second, her vagina squeezed my penis tightly, and I came instantly. The attendant tensed up, frozen for a few seconds. Every muscle in her muscular, sculpted body tensed, standing out clearly. Then, her body relaxed, and Rusha fell onto her side. Kneeling next to her, naked, and waiting, Lashta embraced her and busily took her pulse in her neck.
"Everything's fine—she's unconscious," the Servant diagnosed and carefully picked up Rusha, beginning to rock her tenderly, like a child.
Mefar, who had risen up worriedly, lay back down and commented:
- Well, Turid, you saw everything yourself.
She, without taking her eyes off the Servants, nodded in shock and said:
— I already want to try.
The light elf stopped licking her slit and, raising her face, smiled knowingly:
- Come on, get started already: I've warmed you up and lubricated you well.
Turid rose gracefully and, coming over to me, sat on my lap. Her gaze fixed on my penis, generously lubricated with the Servants' semen and juices. Under her gaze, I felt my arousal begin to grow, expressed in the anticipatory twitching of my phallus in time with my heartbeat.
"Isn't it too big?" she asked uncertainly.
Lashta, gently rocking her friend in her arms, snorted:
"You're not little girls, but even Zirta took him all the way. You can ask her how crazy it is when he pushes into her womb..." Tired of waiting, I abruptly sat up. My arms gently wrapped around the northerner and pulled her closer. Now, as I clutched another treasure in my greedy little hands, I felt that the northerners' muscles and builds were very reminiscent of the Servants: just as strong and powerful.
Looking Turid in the eyes, I covered her lips with mine and plunged my tongue into her mouth. At first, she kissed halfheartedly, but almost immediately she began to enjoy it and, grabbing my head with her hands, began sucking me like she was hungry. Taking advantage of her distraction, I lifted her ass and pressed the head of my penis against her entrance. Then I placed my hands on her hips and forcefully pulled the northern woman down, impaling her on my cock to the limit. How tight she was! Was this her second or third time? Turid's eyes widened and she pushed away, wanting to break the kiss, but it was no use: I raised my right hand, held her head down, and continued sucking me. She began breathing heavily through her nose and moaned into my mouth so loudly that I thought she was screaming. However, she pressed her hands against my chest and tried to get up. I almost allowed her to pull my cock out of me, and then, again pressing my hands against her hips, I again impaled her to the stop.
This time she managed to break the kiss and, throwing her head back, screamed.
- No! Let go! It's so hot!
Well, I wasn't about to let her go. Pressing her body even tighter to mine, I rolled over and ended up on top. Now she couldn't escape me. Covering her lips with mine again, I began to fuck her faster and faster, letting her scream into my mouth.
As the end approached, Turid suddenly rolled her eyes and tried to push me away. Orasmus? Oh no! I'm not there yet!
However, she bit my tongue hard, and I had to break the kiss. Turid began to thrash around beneath me, wheezing like a cornered horse. But her legs locked around my lower back, driving me even deeper and holding me there. It was at that moment that I began to cum, pouring my hot sperm into her.
After a few seconds, Turid calmed down and began to look me in the eye, almost relaxed, her legs slightly loosening. Feeling a slack, I began to slowly move my hips back and forth, this time fucking her slowly and almost tenderly. The northern woman, breathing heavily, reached out to me with her lips, and I began kissing her again, but much more restrainedly than before.
The second orgasm rolled slowly and predictably. Turid moaned and arched beneath me, breaking the kiss and beginning to moan loudly and hoarsely.
When the orgasm subsided, I slowly pulled out my penis and rolled onto my side.
"Well, Turid, what do you say?" Inga asked impatiently.
stroking her pussy.
She slowly turned her face towards her and almost moaned:
— At first it was even painful and hot, and then I was consumed by insane pleasure... It was completely different from usual...
While she was speaking, the light elf stood up and, coming up to her, placed her palm, shrouded in green mist, on her stomach.
"It's because I got pregnant," she explained to the northern women watching her actions.
"Well, if that's the case..." Inga said, approaching me. She immediately climbed onto my stomach and began slowly lowering herself onto my cock. However, I did the same with her as with her commander, impaling her all the way on him.
Her body was a little more graceful and not as powerful as Turid's, but her pussy was more developed than her commander's.
I took certain liberties with her. The lithe body in my arms writhed under my pressure. The blonde moaned and screamed with pleasure.
At the very height of it, I heard someone sigh loudly and looked around. It turned out that Turid was lying next to me, her legs spread wide, and a naked succubus wasn't even licking her, but sucking her cunt. A funny thought broke through my feverish excitement: apparently, she, too, wanted to become an Archdemon as quickly as possible. Even if it meant licking the cunts of those I'd cummed into…
This gave birth to two questions in my mind.
So, a blowjob has an effect too? Funny, funny...
Or does she just like the taste of my semen? After all, she's a sex-obsessed demoness...
The finish was, as always, magnificent. A wave of bliss erupted from my lower abdomen and spilled out through my penis. Its echoes struck the crimson haze of desire like a sledgehammer, dispelling it, clearing my vision.
Pulling my cock out of Inga's smacking pussy, I stood up and, grabbing the succubus by the horns, pulled her toward me, thrusting my cock, smeared with cum and juices, into her face. She understood without words and eagerly began licking my groin.
When she began to jerk off my slightly wilted member again, I again felt the crimson fog of desire begin to rise up again.
I turned my gaze to Helda, the last of the northerners I hadn't yet fucked. She was sitting on the table, looking at me, masturbating, the middle and ring fingers of her left hand thrust into her pussy. With her right, she was kneading her breasts, the nipples of which were swollen like scarlet cherries.
Gently lifting the succubus's head by her horns, I looked into her eyes and gently ran my palms over her face. In her gaze, I saw not just devotion, but even a certain fanaticism. Smiling tenderly, I rose from the bed, the bedspread soaked with our sweat and, in places, our secretions, and approached Helda, who was staring at me with a languid gaze.
Approaching the northerner right up to her, I placed my hands on her knees and slid them forcefully up her torso. When they reached her pelvis, I grabbed her waist and, hugging her, pulled her toward me. Her hands guided my phallus into her entrance. All I had to do was lean forward. She moaned. With my right hand, I swept the pieces of my armor off the tabletop ; immediately after, I laid her on her back on it. I lifted her legs and, bringing them together, placed them on my right shoulder. In this position, holding her by the legs, I began to fuck her hard. This technique tightly squeezed my cock into the northerner's already tight cunt.
Leaning over, I slipped my arms under Helda's back and hugged her, pressing her to my chest.
Because of my pressure, the table creaked and rocked in time.
The finale. I thrust my cock all the way in and froze, breathing heavily.
"Well, yeah…" a voice said behind me, and after a brief silence, continued: "And what you don't see in your squad, Mefar… I personally didn't expect you to have such reinforcements."
I turned around and saw the naked hostess. She leaned her shoulder against the wall and looked at us in surprise.
Mefar raised herself up on her elbows and, placing her hand on Zirta's head, who had not paid any attention to the appearance of the new character, said:
"So, I took a fuckboy onto my team? So what's the big deal? Me and the others need a good, strong, big dick. Regular sex is essential, at the very least, for sobriety and objective judgment. So the girls can't be distracted by a pretty boy, and greater sacrifices are made, Karitil. Besides, you know that after a fight you need to relieve tension, and sex is much better than booze or drugs."
She nodded thoughtfully and said:
"Well, if you look at it from that perspective, then yes. Fucking after a fight is just the thing. And it's so relaxing... Remember the Battle of Eleus? How we had fun with the prisoners then?"
Mefar snorted expressively and, stroking the hair of the drow licking her pussy, returned her head to her clasped fingers:
"Oh, yes. Those were funny times. By the way, Caritill, if you haven't heard the latest news, I'll tell you: Duchess Krektor has declared war on the Duke of Anri."
"This bastard creature? It's about time." the hostess hissed and sighed. "Eh-h-h... If the children were older, I'd go too."
Mefar snorted:
— Who would let you in? Or would you go AWOL?
"Well-l-l…" Karitil drawled vaguely.
I licked a drop of sweat from the northerner's chest and gently pulled my cock out of her. She sighed deeply. The light elf rose from the bed and placed her palms on Helda's tummy.
Karitil looked at me with interest and asked:
"Who is he? A demon? It's just that everything here is already permeated with demonic emanations..."
Mayfar shrugged slightly.
"Alres doesn't know who he is. However, he beat Katus clean one-on-one." I took a step to the side and found myself behind the light one. She sensed something was wrong, but it was too late—I pinned her to the table and abruptly entered her dripping cunt. Elran screamed and, looking back at me languidly, grabbed the table with her hands.
The hostess's eyes widened:
- You're kidding!
— Pfft! Soon the whole town will be talking about this. If it hasn't already…
Karitil looked appraisingly at how I was frying the blonde, who began to moan lowly in time and move her pelvis, and shook her head:
— Okay. I came to ask: should I cook for you? Because if so, you owe me five coppers apiece.
Mefar glanced sideways at the light-haired one and, realizing that she was temporarily unavailable, sighed expressively:
"Yeah, go ahead. We'll be down in half an hour. We still need to unpack and everything..."
Karitil nodded and began to descend the stairs.