The Hybrid Threat
When morning came, Lillian quieted the mercenaries celebrating her return and went back to being Volf, setting aside any homecoming feast to deliver news that could not wait.
She told them why Kenneth had abducted Kaisent — and what that ordeal had revealed.
"Hybrid orcs?"
"They're smart? Orcs?"
The Warlord currently uniting the orcs was a hybrid, she explained, and the orcs who appeared to serve under him were capable of ordinary conversation.
"You all know a greenskin horde's danger scales with its Warlord's power. Every Warlord until now has ultimately hit the ceiling of what greenskins can be. These hybrids are different."
She then reshaped the crisis she had lived through — how root-stems had swollen like a druid's work and nearly bound her to death — into a cleaner version: Kaisent had loosed an arrow by sheer luck, freed her, and given them the chance to strike back.
The company knew Volf was better educated than most mercenaries. Hearing a warning this stark, they could not help but feel the danger. It also helped that Volf and Fredrick had deliberately gathered men of a manageable temperament.
"Fredrick. Dump anything bulky and heavy as fast as you can, and secure food and supplies. In the worst case we may be on the road a long time."
"Understood."
"Everyone else, pack. Move!"
"Yes, sir!"
The mercenaries snapped into motion at Volf's orders.
"Kaisent and I will tally our current stores and coin. If anything comes up, come to my tent. Kaisent, with me."
"Y-yes!"
Fredrick had already sold off a number of goods to keep the men's nerves from fraying; Volf meant to double-check everything just in case, and set out with Kaisent in tow.
"Hmm."
"What? You not moving?"
"No, it's just… doesn't that Kaisent kid stick to Volf a little too well?"
"Yeah, he did seem like he didn't want to leave his side."
One mercenary packing gear voiced the thought; another nodded as if he had been thinking the same thing.
"He nearly got his ass reamed by a pervert like Kenneth. Of course Volf feels solid. And the two of them went through hell together in greenskin territory."
"Kids cling to whoever they can lean on. That's just how it is."
Between Kenneth's crime and Kaisent's deceptively young face, the explanation landed well enough, and they let it go.
The talk among the men did not end there.
"Vice-captain."
"Hm?"
"Your face looks awfully good today. Like you're half a second from smiling. Something nice happen?"
"The captain's back. Of course I look good."
"No, I mean… more like you just popped your cher—"
"Got time to flap your mouth, do you? Carry this too."
"Gah! Vice-captain!!"
Fredrick loaded another pack onto the man and clicked his tongue at how uselessly sharp his subordinate's instincts were.
Even so — even with the bull's-eye struck dead center — the smile never left Fredrick's mouth.
After so long waiting, his love had finally been answered, and the pleasure of the woman he loved, bare against him, defied any words he had.
"He popped it. He definitely popped it. But when the hell did he—"
"Persistent, aren't you. Still have energy to spare?"
"Aagh! Wait! I can't see in front of me!"
Fredrick dreamed of the rose-colored future ahead, but for now he put escaping the greenskin threat first and moved with ruthless speed.
Meanwhile, inside the captain's tent—
"Slurp— shluuup♡ haum♡ churrr♡ chuuuup♡"
"Li… Lillian…! This isn't… the time for— ahhnn…!"
Having shed Volf and become a woman again, Lillian had stripped Kaisent's trousers, dropped to her knees, and buried her face between his thighs, sucking his cock with shameless greed.
Kaisent gripped her hair and tried to pull her off, but even with his new strength he had not reached Expert rank. He could only watch his cock get milked.
"Hehehe♡ You dragged me down to the bottom and now you want to say that? Because of your cock I can never go back to being an ordinary woman."
"Th-that's…"
"Here. The breasts you love so much♡ Men like this, don't they? Eiit♡"
"Aaaaaah~~~~♡"
The proud warrior, corrupted into a single eager bitch, peeled off her armor and trapped his red shaft between her full breasts.
The soft give of the magic cloth and the impossible hydraulic pressure of her elasticity crushed him; Kaisent threw his head back and spilled.
"Kyah♡ What a naughty cock♡ Hnnn~~♡"
Her face painted white, Lillian scooped the seed onto elegant fingers, licked it clean, and looked up at him through half-lidded, crescent eyes.
"What a waste. There's still cum stuck in your urethra that couldn't get out. Shluuup♡"
"Hkyiiit♡ N-Noona! My urethra! If you suck it like that I'll cum again!!"
"That's the idea, isn't it? We have to wring you dry before anyone else sees. Hahm~♡"
She lapped the last of the semen from his urethra, mixed with fresh precum, and let out a pleased little moan at the taste.
"Aha♡ I can feel your cock's pulse through my breasts♡ Are you trying to make my heart climax too?"
Lillian gathered both breasts and stroked his cock up and down between them, working a paizuri.
For someone who cultivated Prana, rising in rank meant the body itself grew more exceptional. Her breasts, even among other H-cups, held an elasticity no ordinary woman could match.
That elasticity became pressure; Kaisent clenched the edge of the makeshift desk propping his hips and fought not to break.
"Heh♡ Until this morning you made me cry like an animal, and now you're being this cute. Why?"
"Because Noona… with Fredrick… you were going to make a child… and it made me angry… aah…♡"
"And that wasn't all. You raped me in greenskin territory too, didn't you?"
"Th-that was… you smelled so good… my head went… foggy… hhak♡"
Lost in the paizuri's pleasure, Kaisent babbled and spilled everything he knew.
"Hnn~ So it feels like there's a trigger, but even you don't really understand it. Then I'll torment you until that side of you that made me sob comes out again♡"
"What?! That's— aghhh!!"
"Eiit♡ eiit♡ Come on out~♡ Come on out~♡"
If she was going to live beside Kaisent, she needed to know what conditions woke the lust that turned her from woman into bitch.
That was the surface reason. Right now she was simply focused on sexually tormenting a cute boy still unused to pleasure, reclaiming the dignity of the older woman.
Between magic cloth softer than the finest leather furs and the hydraulic squeeze of her breasts, she wrung precum and residual seed from him.
"Aheung♡ I can feel your cock twitching through my breasts and my heart♡"
"Uhaaak♡ Lillian's breasts! They're pushing my cock out and squeezing it at the same time♡"
"Hehehe♡ Boys or old men, men really do lose their minds over breasts."
Watching the same Kaisent who had made her cry now tear up as he endured the pleasure fed a pitch-black hunger in her, a sadism she had never known she owned.
A joy Fredrick's lovemaking could never give her.
The adult's pleasure of unilaterally tormenting a small, adorable child.
Slick with precum, she rocked her breasts up and down and savored the way that red, inhuman cock twitched as it thrust up from her cleavage.
But one-sided assault grew dull; she wanted some kind of counterattack. With a sultry smile she flicked her tongue and opened her mouth.
"Even with a big cock, a kid's still a kid. Fredrick's is a little smaller, but he's a sturdy, reliable adult. I think he's much better♡"
"!!"
"You made me your wife, and you're going to leave it like this, hus.band?"
"Ngh!!"
Her provocation drove his rage and aggressive lust past the limit. Kaisent's reason flipped like a switch.
Bkkuuuk!
"Gbuup!? Wait! Without any warn— kuhh!? Kuh! Keheup!"
With strength nothing like before, he seized her head and drove his cock down her throat to the root.
Lillian swallowed him until his pubic hair tickled her nose; as he yanked her, her neck rocked side to side and scraped his shaft from every angle.
"Phaah! Cough! Cough! Kehek! You…!"
"Get down."
"What?"
"On all fours. Like a beast."
"Y…yes……♡"
The fragile boy who had been fighting tears a moment ago was gone. In his place stood a conqueror with cold eyes, issuing orders as if they were the most natural thing in the world.
One look from the suddenly transformed Kaisent reversed their positions completely.
Smack!
"Hahk♡"
He shoved her trousers to her knees. Palm met the bare ass revealed with the magic cloth; her hips jerked and bowed like a drawn bow.
One slap, and already the crotch of her clothes was damp.
When Kaisent tugged the fabric aside, love juices were already pouring down her thighs in a thick sheet.
"Looks like Lillian needs a lesson in manners."
"Ka-Kaisent. I…"
"I…? I don't like that tone."
"I… I'm sorry……."
On all fours like a dog, she twisted her neck to look back and try some excuse — but the moment he seized on her speech and glared down, her tail dropped at once.
"And I did not give Lillian permission to make excuses, eh!"
Jjuupaaang!!
"Ohooooooot~~~~♡♡"
A rough thrust meant as punishment.
But her cunt was already ready; even taking him to the root, it accepted him smoothly and clenched its folds, beginning its service for her "husband."
Pangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpang♡♡
"I go easy on you and you still don't know your place!"
"Ohook♡ From the start, pounding so haaard……♡"
"This is discipline! I'm not doing this to make you feel good!"
Paaang!!
Kaisent drove his hips hard and slammed his cock up against her cervix.
A dull tzpuk — the mouth of her womb gave way, and his cock reached the uterus itself.
"Gkkiiiiit~~~~♡ M-my woommb……♡ If you stab it like thaat……♡"
"Die! Just die! Die on my cock!"
"Hoot♡ Nngiik♡ Don't bang my womb like thaaat hooot♡"
"I told you this is punishment! I'll bruise the ceiling of your womb!"
Kung♡ kung♡ kung♡ kkuujik♡ bkkuuk♡
"Hhiik♡ gkhoooook♡ I-I'm dyiiing♡ My womb's dyiiing♡"
"Hah! One jab at your womb and you go off already!"
"Ot♡ hit♡ ogok♡ ook♡ ah♡ hhang♡"
Every time Kaisent's cock punched her womb, strength fled Lillian's arms. Her upper body collapsed until only her ass was raised high.
Even then, instinct rocked her hips back and forth, wringing every scrap of pleasure from his cock.
"M-my woommb♡ It's broken♡"
Each strike of cock against uterus sent pleasure like current frying her brain. Her tongue lolled out; her face went slack and stupid as drool ran down her chin.
"Die! Die already! Die! Die die die die!"
"Kkihiik♡ oheeeek♡ F-forgive meee……♡"
In the end, she was only forgiven after he had cum directly into her womb five times.
"We move out!"
Once the stores were sorted and Fredrick returned with food and supplies bought on the coin from the goods he had liquidated, Volf ordered an immediate departure.
Other mercenary bands had no idea why the Volf Company was leaving; they only celebrated that a rival was gone.
"Nngh……."
"Volf?"
At the head of the column, Lillian began to sway as if her strength had simply left her. Fredrick hurried to her side, steadied her, and spoke quietly.
"If you're tired, rest in the wagon."
"I-I'm fine……. Just… my strength gave out for a second."
"Still, just in case……."
"I'm truly fine."
"…If anything feels off, tell me at once."
Fredrick assumed she was pushing herself for the sake of a captain's dignity.
The smell… it didn't get out, did it……?
In that short span of Kaisent's disciplinary fucking she had climaxed more than twenty times and taken five loads. Every step brought the sensation of semen sliding down between her thighs.
The magic cloth had an automatic purification function, but the volume Kaisent had pumped into her exceeded its limits; the overflow soaked the crotch of her trousers.
"Huh!? Look at that!"
When Munratel's walls had shrunk to the size of ants, a single shout from the rear of the company swung every eye in the Volf Mercenary Band around.
Behind them, thousands of greenskins were moving to encircle Munratel.
"Tch! Everyone, pick up the pace!"
Lillian ordered the march accelerated and prayed Munratel would hold as long as it could.
Mercenaries who had been camping outside the walls scrambled to press tight against the base of the fortifications under the sudden greenskin host.
They were thinking that if the walls provided covering fire, mercenaries good in a brawl could hold well enough — when someone shouted.
"What the hell is that!?"
From beyond arrow range, a bizarre sphere launched out of the greenskin army.
Studded with countless spikes and roughly two meters across, it spun jets of flame at both ends and charged the walls.
Primitive, but it's using the principle of a rocket……!
Kaisent recognized it at once: rocket thrust spinning and driving the sphere forward.
Kuuung! Kwaaaang!
The sphere slammed into wall and gate, glowed red-hot, then detonated — shattering both in a single blast.
"Run! All of you, don't look back — run!"
She had known the hybrid orcs could not be taken lightly, but she had never imagined a weapon like that. Lillian ordered them to flee at full speed, desperate to outrun any pursuit.
As the greenskins poured toward the breached walls and gate of Munratel, a vast roar of war-cries began to roll across the plain.
The Volf Mercenary Band could only run without looking back, selfishly praying that the people of Munratel would hold on just a little longer.