The Spoils of War
The battle was over. The thrill of victory was always sweet and electrifying. Any worries about potential night raids or incoming enemy reinforcements could be dealt with later. For now, it was time to enjoy the pleasures right in front of me.
"Everything is prepared, Master." Eila guided me to the bedroom. Having finally had a proper shower in the human city, her body carried the scent of rich, fragrant oils. It seemed Ryun had bathed with her as well.
"I’m going to wash up, too."
"Oh? You don’t really have to..."
"I don't want to dirty the bed." That was part of it, but I also wanted to douse my blood-and-sweat-soaked body in hot water. I stripped off all my clothes and left them in front of the bathroom. As expected of a mansion belonging to someone who lived quite well—whoever the owner was—it was equipped with a decent shower facility.
"It’s a bathroom using magic tools. Just turn that magic stone. You’ll get hot water."
"Whoa! Hot water from magic tools? That’s amazing!"
"What kind of crazy talk is that?"
"Just saying it for the first time. Hey, why are you coming in?"
Gremory, despite being a clone, had even stripped off her underwear and stepped inside. It was a blatant invitation, and I didn't bother to stop her.
"Would an orc even know how to use a shower like this? Stay still. I’ll teach you one by one." Gremory pushed me inside and, with practiced hands, fiddled with the magic stone to turn on the hot water. Warm water from the showerhead on the ceiling soaked me from head to toe.
"Huuuh..." A pleasant sigh escaped my lips. My lower half began to heat up rapidly as well. Behind me, something soft like a sponge was lathering soap onto my back with firm, protruding nubs.
"Fufu, this is your first time with something like this, right?"
"Yeah." I knew about it in theory, but I never expected to receive such service in this world. I surrendered my body to the hot water, savoring Gremory’s ministrations. It felt like the fatigue of battle and the blood caked onto my skin were washing away entirely.
"Already standing?"
"Naturally." Gremory, having lathered my back with her breasts, moved in front of me. With her wet red hair slicked back, the way she pressed her breasts together and spread soap across my entire body was truly erotic. Even if she was a clone, it was arousing. A thought occurred to me, and I asked, "Do you still do it with Arthur these days?"
"......Why ask something so annoying? You’ll only have insults for your own son, so why bother hearing them?"
"Yeah."
"We haven't done it since the first day. The kid is just too weak." Gremory smeared soap onto her crotch and climbed onto my member. She took the initiative, her hips sliding against my thighs as she moved, her hands resting on my shoulders.
"Ha, hrua, haa..."
"Fuck, I can't take it." Arthur could play with the hunters for all I cared. I grabbed Gremory’s waist and pulled her back slightly. Then, I formed a ring with my hand, caught some water, and rubbed around her crotch. Pabababak. With my rough hand movements rubbing her, Gremory leaned her back against the wall. The marble wall supported her firmly, and I rinsed my member with the water falling from above.
"Wait...! I’m not even wet inside yet?!"
"Fuck, shut up." I didn't ask for her permission; I lifted her waist and thrust my member into her. The glans only wetted the entrance of her vagina, and the inside was still completely dry, making it sting as I forced my way in.
"Huuuk, I, I’m not wet yet...!"
"I’m horny, so that’s enough." Since we were showering to do it, it didn't matter if we did it while washing. I spread my legs slightly to keep from slipping and found my stance. Gremory tilted her head back, facing me.
"Ugh, it hurts...! I feel like I’m really going to die...!"
"Gremory. Your lightning was truly impressive." The magic that had roasted the humans attempting a last stand proved she had considerable skill as an elementalist. Having wiped out a full fifth of the enemy forces, I had to give her a reward befitting the achievement.
"I’ll cum inside as a reward."
"What kind of reward is that, kuheuk!!"
Puk. I thrust my pelvis upward with force. My glans grazed her cervix, and the entire member stung as if I were ripping tape off dry skin. If it was this painful for me, I could only imagine how it felt for her.
"Heueong! I, I really can’t! It hurts, it hurts like I’m going to die!"
"You’ve got your nipples standing up, so don't give me that crap."
Puck, puck-puck. I twisted her nipples left and right while thrusting. The remaining soap made things slippery, and I slammed her against the wall, using my palms to stroke her body as if spreading the water.
"Aheuk, heueok, heueong!" Gremory cried out, her tongue lolling out. I lifted one of her thighs and turned her slightly to the side.
"Haang! No, not there, heueok!" As the angle of insertion changed, my glans scraped against another one of her G-spots. Unlike the main body, the clone felt as if it had been transferred from her days as a virgin; it was wide enough for my massive member to enter easily, yet the inside tightened around me with a chewy sensation. I rested her leg on my elbow.
"You love it to death, don't you, huh?"
"I love it! I love it, fuck!"
"Do you like doing it while cursing? Huh? I’m pretty good at swearing, so why don't you give it your best shot?"
"Do it! Fuck, let’s see how good you actually are—"
Slap! I struck her across the cheek first. Gremory stared at me blankly, forgetting to even tighten her vagina. I grabbed her jaw and, wearing the most despicable expression I could—the same look Forneus used to look down on me—I insulted her.
"You’re a slut who doesn't care if it’s a horse or an orc as long as you get a big fuck, so where do you get off swearing at me? I’ve tasted how loose your main body is, so don't try to scam me with this clone. Fuck, shut your mouth and suck my cock."
"......."
Oops. Was that too much? My heart sank, wondering if I’d let my true feelings slip. And then, for the first time in my life, I realized I was a lucky bastard in this regard.
"...You’re pretty good at swearing, you fucker." Gremory gave me a lewd, playful smile and tapped the back of my hand twice. "Change positions. Didn't you say I was a slut who spreads her legs for horses?"
Gremory even used her magic to pull my member out of her body. Floating in the air for a moment, she turned her back to me and bent her upper body forward. The meaning of her posture, hands pressed against the wall, was all too clear.
"Fuck, let’s swap who’s the master today. Stamp your master’s seal right onto that bitch-pussy. Got it?"
"......Ha, this girl."
If she had this kind of fetish, she should have said so sooner. Where was the woman who had fought tooth and nail to stand as an equal, talking about alliances and whatnot? Only a slave demon, faithful to her carnal desires, remained. "Fine. I’ll do as you wish. But, you know..."
I had to give her what she wanted. I took my stance behind her, grabbed her red hair, and pulled her head back roughly.
"Where does a bitch like you get off talking down to your master?"
"...Ah, Andras mixes in casual speech, hieek, heueoraak!!"
I shoved my member into her roughly. The hot water falling from above scattered everywhere, and the fluids leaking out from inside her flowed down along with the shower water.
"Hehe, you clearly asked me to swear at you. Don't get sulky later, okay?" I slapped her side-breast and gasped for air.
"You know what swearing is...?" I spewed every insulting word I’d ever learned, and each time, Gremory’s eyes rolled back as she convulsed.
"Huaaang! Fu, you fucking asshole, where did you learn to swear, fuck! Don't touch my mom, hyaak!"
In the end, until Gremory’s clone fainted and slammed her head onto the shower floor, I kept striking her cervix, stamping my glans-shaped seal to show her exactly who her new master was. What did I swear at her? I just thought about Forneus and let it all out.
Feeling refreshed, I finished my shower and lifted the convulsing Gremory, who was still holding her hips up. Her vagina was filled to the brim with the semen I’d pumped into her, and I carried her out of the shower room, careful not to let it spill.
Drip. Drip-drip. Drip. I wiped off the falling water with a towel. It would be soaked in sweat again soon anyway, so I used another towel to dry Gremory’s body clean. I took the naked Gremory and headed for the bedroom.
"Haa, haa. Master..."
"Ugh, I’m sorry. We thought you’d want to do it as soon as you came out, so we were preparing among ourselves... You’ve already finished."
Ryun and Eila were naked, having warmed their bodies in advance. Eila had her fingers in Ryun’s rear, and Ryun had hers in Eila’s front, their fingers coated in sticky slime.
"Eila, haa. Take your... fingers out. I think we need to calm the Master’s member down first."
"Right. Master. Please, lie down. We will serve you."
Ryun and Eila knelt demurely on the bed. The bed was wide enough for four people to lie down comfortably. I laid Gremory on the sofa and headed toward the bed.
"Ryun, Eila. You worked hard today. The battle was fierce, and the excitement hasn't faded yet." As proof, my member was still fully erect despite having ejaculated deeply inside Gremory. Unlike Gremory, who wanted to be treated roughly, these were people I cherished, so I intended to treat them like a gentleman.
'But the two of you have dutifully finished your practice, haven't you?'
Then, naturally, it was time to get to the main event. I responded to the harmony between the human and the elf by gently pushing them back onto the bed.
"Kyaak?!"
"Ma, Master?"
"Hmm.... Right." You’re the one. I threw my body onto Eila.
***
At that same time.
The humans taken prisoner by the Legion of Wrath walked through the dungeon listlessly. Passing through the portal and walking through the long, straight corridors riddled with traps, their bodies felt heavy as lead.
"Haa, haa."
The man, Altien, had volunteered for the army immediately after escaping Zabiaba to avenge his wife. And luckily, he’d been issued a sword and shield that morning and managed to return to Zabiaba. The result was capture. He had been taken prisoner along with countless others, and as soon as they arrived at the dungeon, they were moved to another location via a different portal. It was a series of dungeons, and they sensed the death that awaited them.
'They’re going to kill us in the dungeon and eat us.'
The pig-orc had made them die far from their homeland. He cursed the creature as a vicious, cunning demon countless times in his heart, but all they could do was curse. They were the losers, being moved helplessly by ghouls.
They arrived at an open space, and the person who greeted the prisoners was a red-haired witch standing on two feet on the back of a camel.
"Welcome to my dungeon, you little humans."
"Hieek!!"
They were to be offered as sacrifices to the witch who had roasted hundreds of people with lightning at once. Now, they would be tortured, their blood drained, and used in the witch’s rituals to summon demons. The prisoners despaired at their doomed fate.
"From now on, you will never leave this place until you die, ohohoho!"
The witch, Gremory (the main body), mocked the prisoners with a booming voice. Then, about ten orcs entered with brushes and began writing numbers on the shoulders of the human prisoners. The sequence starting from number 1 went well past 100, and they noticed that each room built in the open space had a number displayed on it.
"From now on, move to the front of your assigned numbers, execute!!"
Gremory gave the order to the prisoners. The prisoners stood there blankly, unable to understand why they had to go to what looked like narrow rooms.
'Could it be that there are monsters in every room...?'
It was like tagging the ears of pigs being led to the slaughterhouse. Altien felt his mind go blank at the thought of their human dignity being trampled and them being mercilessly murdered.
"U, uaaak!" A middle-aged man screamed and turned to run. And the witch immediately fired magic at him. Hands of earth rose from the ground to grab the man, and a camel monster that appeared soon after lifted him up high. Nyuhuhuhu, huhuhuhu.
"U, uaaak!!" The camel monster slapped the middle-aged man’s buttocks and vanished into the darkness. The prisoners stood in front of the rooms, feeling that being eaten alive by monsters would be preferable. Altien also stood in front of his assigned number, 74.
"When the door opens, you’ll know what you have to do. Fufu, then, from now on—"
Kkiiik. The door opened. Altien was startled to see a woman inside the narrow room. A monster with wings for arms, a harpy, was pulling a rope with her toes.
"Oh my. A young man. Looks delicious."
Ah. So I’m getting eaten by a harpy after all. Altien squeezed his eyes shut.
"Well, hurry up and do it. What are you waiting for?"
"......Euhup?!"
Altien’s mind went blank at the surreal sight before him. The harpy was wearing nothing at all, her legs spread wide open.
"Listen well, prisoners! You have only two fates! Either you just die, or you cum and die!"
Gremory’s voice echoed through every room. And Altien realized. Would he engage in sexual acts with the monster before him and fall into the abyss, or would he be dragged away by the camel monster like the middle-aged man and die?
'If I’m going to die at least...!'
The former would be far better. Altien bit his lip and stepped into the room. The fact that the harpy looked like his wife without her glasses must surely be an illusion.
"U, uoooo!"
Jjigeok.
On this day, the number of prisoners who survived after being squeezed dry by starving monsters was less than 30, and Altien lost consciousness with his head buried in the harpy’s breasts.