The Angel's Defilement
"Gra-rak!"
"Grak!"
The Hobgoblins shrieked and scrambled in confusion the moment we appeared. It was only natural. Our current force was the size of a full company.
A Goblin platoon.
An Imp platoon.
A Kobold platoon.
A Pixie platoon.
And on top of that, a Lizardman platoon.
Not to mention, my elite cadre of officers were all present.
As I surrounded the Hobgoblin tribe that had settled in the Pixie village with this army, I felt a sense of omnipotence, as if I had become a legendary tactician. War is, after all, about numbers and equipment!
Positioning a stronger, larger force to crush the enemy—that is the hallmark of a good commander!
"Buril. Hold your spears upside down."
"Keruk! Understood! Ker-r-r-r-uk!"
—Clack, clack, clack.
At Buril’s loud command, every soldier inverted their spears. I had no intention of killing these Hobgoblins.
"Keruk! We just stab 'em with the blunt ends! Knock 'em down and beat the hell out of 'em, right?!"
"That’s exactly it!"
"Grrr! We’re just gonna beat 'em up!!"
The monsters, anticipating the battle, began to vent their excitement as they entered a state of high arousal.
"Keruk!"
"Keryaaaaak!"
"Gyusatsat!"
Even the Kobolds, who had grown to the size of early-stage Goblins, let out war cries while brandishing their weapons. The violent tendencies brought out by my mana were surfacing.
"Strengthening monsters. Expanding the scale. Domination... Good."
My forces were gathering quite smoothly.
"Serineu! The Pixies are to focus on their arms! Don't shoot unless you have to, just catch the ones trying to run! And the ones in the back!"
"Got it!"
"Then, Jurassic! Attack!!!"
At my shout,
"Shurarararak!"
Jurassic roared, and simultaneously, the Lizardmen wielding stone axes began their charge toward the Hobgoblins.
It was the same. Nothing had changed from what they had done to us. But this time, the enemy didn't know the concept of a 'phalanx.' They were just Hobgoblins armed with clubs and stone axes.
"Grararak!"
The Hobgoblin chieftain, club in hand, tried to rally his tribesmen, but the Lizardmen were physically larger!
"Go! Jurassic!"
"Shuwaaaaaaak!"
The moment the Lizardman shock troops collided with the Hobgoblin tribe!
—Boom!
—Crack!
The sound of breaking bones erupted along with a chorus of shouts!
"Shurararak!"
"Grararararak!"
—Thud!
—Thwack!
The clashing Lizardmen and Hobgoblins engaged in a fierce melee. They slammed clubs into each other and swung stone axes to inflict damage. Since they hadn't formed a defensive line, the Lizardmen's charge was a massive success. It works so well when monsters fight monsters.
—Whoosh!
"Die!"
"Die already!"
"No! You can't kill them!"
"Right!"
The Pixies dominated the battlefield from above. Flying through the air, they began firing Wind Cutters at the Hobgoblins in the rear.
They still looked like war-crazed maniacs, though. Is their desire for war stored in their tits instead of milk? If so, that’s a bit of a waste to suckle on.
"Grararak!"
Anyway, it felt like the Roman legions conquering barbarians. The Lizardmen were fighting very well. At this rate... yes. They could even fight human soldiers made up of commoners.
"Alright, everyone! Advance!"
"Ker-r-r-uk!"
"Geuruk!"
"Gyusatsat!"
I immediately gave the order to advance. The phalanxes with their spears inverted approached the Hobgoblins fighting the Lizardmen, and just like that—
—Thwack!
—Thwack!
The Hobgoblins were surrounded by my subordinates closing in from all sides, getting beaten to a pulp like a dog that had bitten the finger of a nobleman's eldest son on a festival day.
"Graaaaaaak!"
"Grararararak!"
Desperate screams. They just shrieked and curled up, covering their heads. What good is a chieftain if he can't command? The quality and number of the soldiers were just different.
"Stop! Stop hitting them! Kraaaaa!"
—Chuk!
When I shouted, imbuing my voice with mana, my soldiers stopped moving in an instant.
"Now, bind the hands and feet of the prisoners!"
"Keruk!"
The Goblins stepped aside and skillfully brought out ropes to bind the limbs of the Hobgoblins, who were now nothing more than rags.
"Vanessa! Bring the chieftain here!"
"You don't even use honorifics anymore!"
"It's better that way during battle."
"Kuh!"
Vanessa immediately strode over, grabbed the bound Hobgoblin chieftain, and dragged him before me.
"Grarak..."
A face filled with terror.
"Hobgoblin Chieftain!!!"
When I shoved my face toward him and shouted, he started convulsing and vomiting out his fear.
"Grararararak!"
It was strange. The Hobgoblin chieftain I fought last time was much braver. Ah. I suppose I am different from back then. The quality and quantity of my mana are on a different level.
He must have realized I was the predator.
"Demon Domination!!!"
Using his psychological state, I cast Domination on the chieftain.
—Whoosh!
The moment the flames made of my mana rose above his head, the chieftain's eyes rolled back.
"Grak?!"
And—
—Goooo.
As I injected my power into him—
"Grararak!"
The creature shuddered as if having a seizure. How much time had passed? I knew it. He had become my subordinate.
"Grak...? Krak! Kraharak! I, I...! I...?!"
He could speak after all.
"Keruk! My King! This bastard is talking again!"
"Buril... I’m sorry to say this, but it seems Goblins were just too weak a race."
The Hobgoblin chieftain started talking the moment I made him a subordinate.
"Ker-r-r-uk! The limits of birth! It’s sad! My King!"
Buril immediately shoved his fist into his own mouth and sobbed. I hugged Buril tightly.
"My King...! Keruk!"
"Don't worry, Buril! Soon, the others will be able to talk too!"
"Ker-r-r-uk!"
Anyway.
After comforting Buril, I had a private talk with the Hobgoblin chieftain.
"Hey. Hobgoblin Chieftain."
"Grak... A, are you sparing me?"
"Yes. But in return, you must follow my orders."
"If you promise to spare me... I will follow. Grak."
I didn't like him daring to negotiate, but I'd let it slide for now.
"I promise."
It wasn't difficult.
"Bring Muturi."
"Keruk!"
I immediately had a nearby Goblin bring Muturi. Soon, Muturi, the representative loner of the Kuls Demon King's army, approached, gracking.
"Muturi. I leave the management of the Hobgoblins to you."
"Grak...?"
"Chieftain. No. I’ll give you a name. Your name is Hukburi (Lump-nose)."
"Grak, Hukburi...?"
"Hukburi, you just need to follow Muturi here from now on. If you do, I will spare the entire tribe."
"O, okay, Grak."
He was being very smooth, likely because he realized the difference in power.
"Grak..."
Muturi looked bewildered.
"Do well from now on."
"..."
He looked at me and nodded.
"Good."
Then let's tidy up the Hobgoblin tribe here and head back. This is an unexpected gain. They will be a huge help when fighting humans.
"Ah, I should heal them a bit too."
"I'm back! Sweet my home! Wooooooo!"
I finished everything I had to do and arrived home! There were no intruders! The dungeon entrance was still perfectly blocked!
"Ker-r-r-uk!"
"Shaaaaaaa!"
My subordinates cheered.
"Then destroy the entrance!"
"Keruk!"
The swarm of monsters rushed forward. While waiting for that, I sat down in a comfortable spot to rest, but—
"..."
"..."
"..."
For some reason, the humans were gathering around me. From Vanessa to the nuns, everyone. They were all fidgeting, their faces strangely flushed.
—Whoosh.
Suddenly, the scent of a female wafted over. As an Incubus, I knew. These women wanted me to ravish them. Because they hadn't had sex while I was away on the expedition, their sexual desire had reached its limit.
"Nuns? Is something wrong?"
When I asked, they reacted.
"W, w, w, what! No! Nothing is wrong, what are you talking about!"
Irene shouted as if having a seizure.
"Hehehe."
Of course, the humans were basically my second-string.
"Sharan?"
"My King!"
First up was Sharan. Lumika. Then Serineu and the Pixies. Then it was the humans' turn.
"Nuns? Lady Vanessa? Please hold it in even if you want to. There's an order."
"What are you talking about!"
"I, I don't know what you're talking about!"
They talked big for people with faces redder than beets, reeking of female pheromones.
"But."
Actually, there was something more important left.
"..."
I approached the angel lying on the stretcher. She still hadn't regained consciousness. But she had the brand.
Let's start defiling her.
I’d rest today, defile her as much as I could... and finally, leisurely. After the sun went down, I could attempt a proper violation.
An angel.
I wonder.
When this angel wakes up and realizes she was defiled countless times by a demon, how will she react? Thinking about that made me feel good.
After entering the dungeon, I had them do some simple cleaning. Ate. Washed. And then I had plenty of sex with my women.
"Phew."
After defiling and touching all the women who came in one by one, night fell again in no time. They all loved it, probably because they had been holding back for days. But the humans didn't get their turn. Anyway.
Now it was time to train the angel.
—Creak.
I opened the door and entered the prison.
"..."
The angel, still in a coma, was just lying there, her beautiful naked body fully exposed.
Both arms were stretched straight up as if she were cheering. Because of that, her armpits were completely visible. Naturally, both wrists were bound... even if she regained consciousness, she wouldn't be able to resist.
"Haa."
As blood rushed to my lower body, my cock became painfully erect. What would an angel's pussy taste like? A dark, damp impulse gripped my heart.
Her blonde curly hair was so charming. The wings on her back were the same. Even her large breasts... they were worth touching.
I couldn't hold back.
"I'll eat well."
The angel's defilement begins.