The Birth of a Tyrant
It was born deep within the Great Mountain Range.
How long it had lived was of no importance to it. From the moment of its birth, it had devoured its siblings who shared the same womb. To a creature that had torn open its mother’s belly to enter the world, everything around it was nothing more than prey.
Gazing at the nests teeming with its kin, its first act was to consume them. Having committed the cruel and taboo act of cannibalism, it instinctively learned how to wield the power sleeping within its body. Using that strength, it devoured its own kind and continued to eat without pause to sate its endless hunger.
Yet the hunger never truly vanished. It tormented the creature constantly. The only escape, the only salvation, the only pleasure it knew was the fleeting sense of fullness that came the instant it devoured its prey.
Flowers, trees, grass, herbivores, carnivores, birds, and fish—everything was merely food meant to ease its hunger and grant it momentary satisfaction. And so it moved without rest, day after day, hour after hour, minute after minute, second after second. It hunted, tore apart, sliced, and ripped its prey while reigning over the Great Mountain Range.
Its body grew stronger with each passing day. Eventually, the time came when it surpassed the limits of its species. The day of choice had arrived.
It was a being that could be called a tyrant, yet even it knew fear. In a sense, that fear was instinct. A primal survival instinct shared by all living things—an absolute warning that certain things must never be touched. Even the hunger that plagued it was momentarily suppressed by this terror.
Realizing it had become the prey, the creature looked deeper into the Great Mountain Range before finally turning its gaze outward. The power it had breathed since the moment of its birth was abundant throughout the Great Mountain Range, in the sky and beneath the earth. But the distant lands visible below the mountains were lacking both in quality and quantity of that power.
Staring at those lands, it instinctively understood. This was a fork in the road of evolution. Should it remain in the Great Mountain Range, continue the brutal struggle for survival, and ascend to a higher realm? Or should it halt its physical growth here and descend to the lands below to forever silence the hunger that tormented it?
As the sun rose and set once more, the creature stood atop a peak of the Great Mountain Range and slowly looked down at the world below. It was perhaps the first time in its life it had remained in one place for so long. The hunger that plagued it and the instinct to ascend to greater heights—those two conflicting drives had, for the first time, brought it to a complete stop.
“Grrr…”
A full day passed.
A monstrous being born from instinct, having devoured its siblings and mother from the moment it emerged from the womb. Once again following that same instinct, it lifted its head toward the sky and let out a roar.
“Awooooooooooooooo…!”
“Haaaaaaaahng!”
Sasha’s scream echoed through the room.
“Hup!”
“Haaaahng…!”
When I gave one final powerful thrust, Sasha trembled violently with only her hips raised, nearly passing out. The service that had begun in the dressing room and continued in the bath had taken many forms, but it always ended the same way—with sex.
Sex while they dried me. Sex while they washed me. Sex while they made me comfortable, lying down. Sex after a massage to loosen my muscles. It was an endless stream of sex, sex, and more sex.
And the participants weren’t limited to Beatrice, Ninya, and Sasha.
“L-Leoric… sir…”
Charlotte approached, panting heavily. Her eyes were completely glazed over, but after resting a while following her earlier blackout, it seemed she had recovered some stamina.
“Haaung!”
“Haaaang…”
“N-no more… please, have mercy…”
Crawling across the bed in that state, Charlotte lightly stepped over her fellow maids who had been with me moments ago and approached. She immediately began licking my cock, which had just been buried inside Sasha’s pussy.
“Haa… haa… I’ll… clean it… haa… for you…”
“Good girl. Take your time.”
I flopped down beside Sasha. As Charlotte knelt and sucked my shaft, diligently licking away the countless fluids coating it, I stroked her head and looked around the room.
It really was quite a spectacle once things reached this point.
“Haaaang… I’m… I’m definitely going to get pregnant… I know I will…”
“Kooo…”
“Haa, hahaaang!”
Beatrice gently stroked her slightly swollen belly—filled from so many creampies—and smiled with pure bliss. Beside her, Ninya slept cutely, snoring softly. And right next to me, Sasha was still trembling from the aftershocks, leaking love juices from her pussy.
In truth, Sasha and Ninya had worked especially hard. After all, they had to cover for Beatrice and Charlotte—who lacked magic power—and Neria as well. Not that the others had gone easy, of course.
“Glup, glurk…! Slurp, chuup!”
I placed a hand on Charlotte’s back as she buried her face in my crotch and sucked with devotion. Carefully, ever so carefully, I controlled my magic power and examined her insides. Naturally, I was checking because her womb was still full of my cum.
I hadn’t really questioned it before, but it was about time someone got pregnant. The continued silence on that front was starting to feel strange.
A noble’s semen contained far more magic power than one might expect. It wasn’t so much that it was easily noticeable, but if you thought about it—sperm with magic power?—you’d be surprised at how vigorous those little swimmers were. Even I had only recently become able to sense them properly.
Anyway, I carefully observed the sperm, which were highly sensitive to their environment. If I wasn’t careful, they would simply die off.
“…Hmm.”
“Slurp, shluurp! Is something… chuup! bothering you, master? Lick!”
“No, it just feels good.”
“Hehe, hehehe.”
At my words, Charlotte’s eyes curved into happy crescents. She rubbed her face against my still rock-hard cock, expressing her joy like an affectionate puppy. I lifted her chin with my fingers, opened her mouth, and slowly slid my length back inside.
“Heuu…!”
Her mouth was a sloppy, drooling mess, but I was long past caring about that. The bed was already soaked through anyway. I pushed my cock deep into her mouth until it reached the back of her throat.
“Grrk!”
Charlotte let out a strained moan but did her best to accommodate me, moving her head eagerly. I grabbed her hair and began slowly moving my hips.
-Thrust! Thrust!
“Ghk!”
Charlotte’s face flushed bright red as pained sounds escaped her. I wasn’t some sadistic monster—if she was truly suffering, I would stop. But the last time I had held back, she had been devastated that she couldn’t satisfy me and had cried real tears. So now I secretly reinforced her body with magic power while fucking her throat. Of course, I couldn’t do it openly or she would feel bad about that too.
Honestly… wasn’t I supposed to be the one in charge here?
-Thrust! Thrust!
“Hngh!”
Because of how wet and rough the motion was, her teeth occasionally grazed me, but my magic-reinforced cock turned even that into pleasant stimulation. By the time I finished examining her insides, I had my answer.
As expected.
It seemed the eggs simply couldn’t withstand it. Charlotte was currently ovulating, so I carefully observed the process of my sperm meeting her egg. Even with my semen, only a tiny fraction successfully arrived, and even those that formed a fertilized egg ultimately failed.
Was this just me, or did other nobles experience the same thing? I had no way of knowing. It wasn’t that she was a commoner—when I had been with Ninya and Sasha during their fertile periods, the results had been similar.
Well, at least it didn’t seem like I was shooting blanks. Time would take care of the rest.
“I’m cumming.”
“Mmph!”
-Spurt! Spurt!
I gripped Charlotte’s head and pulled her forward. Saliva dripped messily down her face as I shoved my cock all the way down her throat and unleashed thick ropes of cum. Charlotte had no choice but to swallow it all, moaning in a mixture of agony and ecstasy as fresh juices gushed from her pussy.
…I was starting to worry about Charlotte’s fetish. She seemed to really enjoy this kind of submissive service. Or rather, she loved submitting to me in general.
“Ghhk…!”
With her eyes nearly rolled back, Charlotte swallowed every drop before passing out. After checking her condition one more time, I carefully climbed off the bed.
“Hmm.”
On the bed lay three plump, moon-like asses—one, two, three…
“Nice. Very nice.”
To be honest, I was exhausted too. But seeing five women lying there with my cum leaking from their pussies filled me with deep satisfaction.
-Knock knock.
“Come in.”
“Excuse me… oh.”
Chloe entered through the softly opening door and froze at the sight before her. She even pinched her nose slightly, as if the smell was a bit much.
“You seem to have rested quite thoroughly.”
“Well, yeah. Would’ve been nicer if you joined us, though.”
At my words, Chloe glanced at the collapsed women and shook her head.
“If it is your command, I will obey. But I don’t think it would be appropriate for someone in my position as your closest aide to participate.”
“If that’s what you think, then fine.”
I wasn’t particularly eager to order her into it either.
“So, what’s the matter?”
“Yes. The war has ended. There is still much to be done, of course.”
“Oh.”
It had ended faster than I expected. Then again, quite a bit of time had passed. Still, considering the cleanup involved, it was impressive they had returned so quickly.
“Casualties?”
“According to the report, our soldiers suffered minimal losses. Tirus Muller challenged Tirson Muller directly as promised, but was defeated. However, Aidan stepped in and finished off the heavily wounded Tirson Muller.”
“That doesn’t sound like Father’s style?”
If it had been Father, he would have crushed Tirson head-on. Finishing off an already injured opponent didn’t exactly sound honorable.
“It seems he judged that there was no value in paying further attention to the matter. Besides, the battle was already essentially decided. He appears to have been quite impressed by Tirus Muller’s performance.”
“Hmm. Then, as promised, Tirus Muller’s daughter will become my concubine alive and well?”
“About that…”
Chloe’s words trailed off for a moment. The displeased look on her face told me there was more to it. It clearly had something to do with the Franz family.
“It seems Triana Muller has made a request to the lord.”
“A request?”