Chapter 40
Warning: R-18
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Their kiss lasted a few minutes before they separated hearing the impatient rustling of the two girl.
"Heh~" Renée chuckled and backed away. She dropped on her knee and unbuckled his pants, releasing his batting bat of a cock.
"Smack!" It sprang out of his pants and slapped her face, releasing a moan from her lips. She licked the whole length before popping one of the balls in her mouth and sucking on it.
"Pop!" She released his jwell with a loud pop and stood up.
"This way…" Renée spoke with sultry look and took his veiny girth in her comparably small hand. She held it like a handle and lead him towards the bed.
Once before the bed she released his length and licked her palm of his pre-cum and her saliva before she climbed on the bed, her action making her meaty ass jiggle like jelly.
Renée stretched beside Alice, with her ass up in the air like the other two girls. Shaking it invitingly.
"Chose which first." All three girl shook their meaty buns making him gulp, he loved the ribbons on their pale flesh. As if a present to unwrap.
He stared at their backs and couldn't help but compare their three divine asses.
Rosalie had the most shapely behind. It had the perfect width and springiness. Her skin was rosy with small freckles on her hips and flawless cheeks. It look perfectly proportional to her breast and hourglass body.
While Roselie's behind was perfectly made to hold and fuck to ones heart desire Renée's was wider and meatier. It was defination of milfy ass that has given birth. Her ass was fuller than Rosalie's too, softer. One can smother their face on their softness for eternity and not get tired.
And lastly Alice's behind… it was wider's than Rosalie's and meatier than Renée's. Her ass was so fluffy that if Atlas placed his monstrous cock in her crack it would disappear, completely devoured by her otherwise petite body.
Once he was done admiring their behind he climbed the bed and spanked Alice's jigly ass and pulled her from her small waist.
"Eep!" Alice yelped as he held her cloudy cheeks and spread them apart revealing her glistening hole.
"wet already?" Alice looked back and gave a wicked smile, rubbing her ass on his cock.
Atlas did not need told anymore. He spanked her behind again and aligned his twitching member against her small hole.
"Here I come!" He entered with a warning, making Alice moan loudly. "Mmmhh~"
Immediately Alice's unimaginable tightness wrapped him but unlike before it has adapted to his length, becoming his perfect cock sleeve.
Alice stomach bulged considerably, the outline of his cock completely visible through her pale skin. His entered her womb and submerged a third of length inside before his base hit her pouty entrance. His hold on her waver as he threw his head back and enjoyed the increadible sensation of Alice baby maker.
The europhia lasted a few minutes before he finallstarted moving.
"Plap! Plap! Plap!"
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
The sound of his thighs slamming on her fat ass and her loud moan filled the room. Atlas pace slowly increased as Alice rationality too sliepped.
Her moan turned into needy curse. Her hidden personality came out, suprising the two other woman in the room.
They stare in shock as the innocent Alice started uttering depraved words.
"Ohh~ Yes! Fuck me like that! Let Rose and big see my slutty face."
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"
"Like that fuck me like that."
Atlas saw their shocked face and clutched a handful of Alice's hair and pulled back.
"See their shocked face Alice, I told you they won't believe their little pixie is such a slut." Atlas leaned in and whispered in her ears between groans.
"Ahh!!! I'm sorry for being a such bimbo!!! I sorry for loosing my mind! But I can't help it!!! Atlas's cock drilling ish theh besht thing!!!"
That's right! Tell them their Alice isn't so innocent!!!" Atlas thrusts became even faster. He pulled Alice back and sat down in a lotus position. He started bouncing her on his laps, each stroke cushioning her ass and making ripples in those fatty cheeks
Her handful tits swayed uncontrollably, making the other two girl stare at it hypnotically. It did not take them long to loose to debauchery and start touching them selves. Their hands reached their soaked pussy and start flickering their buds and folds. It was an incredible sight to him, seeing two goddesses squeezing their tits and fingering their pussy while he fucked third.
"Mmhh~!"
"Hmmp~!"
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Their moan mixed with Alice voice filled the room. Atlas eyed them hungrily as they masturbate to him railing the little pixie.
"Yes! Rose! Big sis! Masturbate to me getting fucked! See my small pussy stretched by his big bad cock! Ahh!!!" Amidst her words Alice suddenly screamed, her body convulsed and her tight hole tightened even further making Atlas groan loudly.
Absolutely monstrous suction force emerged in her small cave as Alice squirted. The sudden suction caught Atlas off guard, making him explode with his milk and batered her perfect cock sheath of a pussy white.
Her juices sprayed on Rosalie's and Renée's face masturbating to her and Atlas.
Their finger speed too increased as they too soon came, making a fluidy mess on the bed.
Atlas still not finished crawl to the Rosalie, leaving Alice sprawled on the bed with her ass up and face burried into the mattress with a silly smile. Globulous amount his spunk mixed with her juice bubbled out her reddened puffed pussy.
He pulled Rosalie by her leg and took her in missionary position.
"Plap! Plap! Plap!" He mercilessly started thrusting in her glistening cave, each movement making Rosalie moan uncontrollably.
His speed kept increasing every second, his action wilder. He pawed Rosalie handful tits like two soft squishy handles continue moving with no regards for the world.
Fifteen minutes in the act a shadow loomed over him, he looked up and saw Renée standing above him, her honeyed lips right before his mouth. She clutched a fistful of his hair and pushed him in her cave.
"Hmmpp!" Atlas released a muffled sound as one of his hand left Rosalie's reddened tits and clutched Renée's chubby ass with a slap, leaving the five visible mark on her pale flesh.
With one hand holding Rosalie still by her tits, other on Renée's behind he continued fucking Rosalie and eating Renée's pussy.
"Plap! Plap! Plap!"
"Slurp~ Slurpp~ Slurrpp~!!!"
The filthy sound of him eating out Renée and little sonic booms of his thighs slapping on Rosalie's red backside continued for an hour before he exploded into Rosalie's burning fold.
"Ahh! I'm Cumming!!!" Atlas roared as his cock buldge inside Rosalie's deformed stomach. He entered her womb till the rim of his bulbous tip and exploded his seeds straight into her baby maker.
"Ahh! Ahhh! Ahh!! Fuck~!!! It's coming! I'm cumming!! Shit!!!" Rosalie too screamed from having his burning seed explode in her stomach. It bulged considerably from the amount before her pussy too gushed out. As she reached another orgasm under his relentless hammering.
"Ah! Shit!!!" Renée wasn't far behind she too exploded with her juice in his mouth. Her body whole convulsing and her core humping uncontrollably on his mouth before her orgasm ended and she fell down on the bed with no strength in her body.
Atlas fell on his back, taking big chunks of oxygen to calm his breathing, his length slowly softening after continuously nutting twice. But before it could soften completely the newly awakened Alice crawled up to his cock and rubbed her little nose and cheek on his length with a impish smile, hardening it back immediately.
Chapter 41
Warning: R-18
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Third POV| Perspective: Bella
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By the time she changed her prom dress and managed to climbed the balcony connecting Atlas's room quite a lot time had passed.
Wearing a pair of t and shorts she slowly walked by Atlas's personal swimming pool, the slow rain damped her cloths a little making them clung to her body.
Her t had become seen through making her boobs and hardened nipples completely visible through them. The outline of her pussy can be traced through her high rised cotton knit shorts as she walked.
She reached the glass window/door of Atlas's room and stopped. Curtains covered the door making her unable to see inside. But good thing there was a small hole where the curtain met in the middle.
She crouched down and peaked through the hole. Her shorst hiked up and stretched as the view of inside the room revealed.
Her breath hitched and she almost released a gasp but fortunately she didn't because even the sound proofing wouldn't prevented the vampires from hearing her voice this close.
She wasn't afraid Atlas would say something, he was already his mate, the most he would do is spank her ass like a little girl. Something she would definitely love but not more than what she is seeing right now.
Watching he innocent face of Alice hollowed as she gobbled Atlas big, ugly, veiny p-penis. Her breath ragged immediately.
The scene made her pussy burn. It was too perverse seeing Alice swallow Atlas's whole length with her disproportionately small mouth and not even gag.
Everytime Alice takes Atlas's penis inside her throat untill her pointy nose hit his base, she could see Alice throat bulged disgustingly. Even then she didn't find any pain on Alice's face only pleasure as she looked into Atlas's eyes.
Her pussy couldn't help but twitch at the sight. Before she knew it one her hands was stabbed into her shorts and start fingering her pussy. The other hand reached her boobs and took one of her tits in her palm and squeeze it softly.
A moan almost left her mouth but she bit her lips to stop it.
The scenery before her folded as she continued to scratch her snitch. She inserted her middle finger in her hole and start flickering it nonstop. Her thumb rubbed circle around her clit. Then something happened that almost made her fell on her ass.
Rosalie regained consciousness and crawled towards Atlas and took his balls in her mouth. She start sucking his balls like a bitch in heat, not even minding saliva and cum dropping down on her face from Alice gaping mouth.
She couldn't believe how depraved the scene looked. She could almost feel the obscene sound of their action was making in that room.
Her body trembled as she felt a pressure build inside her core, her legs almost buckled and she almost fell but managed to stop it by placing the hand pinching her nipples behind her on the floor.
Now with one hand being used to maintain the balance and other hand masturbating she continued watching the live porn, better than any she had watched before.
The pressure inside her keep increasing each second and then the two girls did something that made her squirt immediately. Her juices splattered on the glass door while her folded thighs kept rotating in and out with no control as Alice and Rosalie guided Atlas to her mom. And have him entered her gushing red pussy.
One look at her mom's face showing such slutty expression made her cum immediately. She was consumed in the guilty and forbidden pleasure that came watching the man you loved so much fuck the woman who gave you to life. To see him stretch the cave that you came out with his monstrous cock. To see him deformed the very womb that created her. It was too much. The twisted pleasure warped her innocent mind.
It was the reason even after she came she continued watching Atlas fucking her mom with sick passion.
Soon her fingers once again started moving, even she inserted her ring finger too beside the middle one. She loved the feeling being stretched from those two fingers. She can't imagine how good it would feel being stretched by Atlas's giant penis.
She can't wait to find out! Can't wait to have him fuck while her mom watched, masturbating just like her to them.
She watched the twisted scene for half an hour before her pressure build again. She had to bit her lips the whole time to not moan and somehow to her insanity she managed to do so.
She had to pace her fingers so she doesn't cum earlier than Atlas and her mom because she was too horny to last otherwise.
She shivered thinking if Atlas fucked her the same speed as her mom she would have been cumming mess a every second.
Soon she saw her mom start twitching, her tongue rolled deliriously, her golden pupil faded in her skull, completely whitening her eyes.
Her mom screamed like a two dollar bil whore and came. Atlas too exploded into her hole, whitening her pussy with his cum.
Seeing that scene she too lost herself, her fingers start fucking her hole without any mercy. It didn't take long for her to climax again. She didn't need to do much anyway the scene itself was enough.
Her eyes dialated, her vison become blurry as she orgasmed again painting the glass again with her juice.
And finally her legs lost strength and this time she couldn't stop herself from falling.
"Thunk!" The sound of her ass hitting the wet pavement rung. Immediately she felt three pair of eyes locked onto her. Two with amusement and one with exasperation.
"Ki~!" The door slid and Atlas came quickly, he picked her up and immediately her cloths dried, the chil she didn't notice before faded before his power.
She shivered having his unfathomable powers washed over her weak body as he looked at her and shook his head. She gave him a smile that probably came delirious from the high she still was feeling.
Atlas saw that and sighed. With that he took her to the room and tucked her in the bed but not before giving her kiss on the lips, much to her satisfaction. Though he mentioned punishment.
Jokes on him cause he didn't know the excited shiver she fell on his words.
With a silly and satisfied smile she slept.
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Chapter 42
A few days has passed since he has taken the three girl together and caught Bella masturbating to them.
The memorable night did charm to their relations. The girls have gotten closer. They started sharing their secrets and insecurities with each other and even flirting with each other.
No can tell how glad Atlas felt seeing that scene. Seeing your harem getting along is always a good thing.
Anyway the Forks high is closed after the year end and Bella and the girls have decided a small vacation together.
They decided small road trip to Washington DC where they will take his private jet and head to his private tropical island.
He agreed with the plan and has arranged everything. Currently he is on the driving seat of his custom RV waiting for the girls to show up.
After what felt like an eternity the four beautys graced his vision. They each came dragging huge luggage bad, walking side by side like some movie opening scene.
He whistled as they reached the Rv and opened its door.
"Looking hot ladies!" He commented making the girls giggle.
"When do we not to you?" Alice asked.
"Haha!" He scratched his cheek having no reply for her retort. His praises are getting repetitive. Its seems he has to get more creative with them.
"Anyway you guys ready?" He asked as he stood up to put the girls's luggage in the rack.
The girl nodded as they let him take the luggage and put them on the shelves. They knew he knows they don't need his help for something so trival but they didn't reject treated the princess treatment he gives them.
After putting their luggage Atlas took back the driver seat and turned on the engine. With silent pur he drive the RV outside the mansion's private road and headed for the highway connecting Washington.
The distance from Fork to Washington would take them 2 days of nonstop driving but since they planned to stop by during nights to camp and enjoy local cuisine on the way it would take them more days to reach Washington.
They drove for a whole day and decided to camp in small forest that has the best view of sunrise up the hill in the state.
The night went great, they enjoyed their first camping experience very much. There were no problems with bugs, rain or food. Atlas has prepared everything- a luxurious and high tech tent with solars panel and with much needed space for five person. He had packed food for Bella and himself while also packing some animal blood wine for his three vampire brides.
After enjoying the campfire and sharing some interesting stories, they went to watch the gorgeous sunrise before resuming their journey.
Atlas rolled down the RV to the open stretch of the dirt road. Ten minutes of bumpy ride much to the girls complain they reach the open clearing of the wide highway.
Once on the smooth road, the giant vehicle settled down. Its engine hummed comfortably and its shaking stopped. The gentle sway of the luxurious vehicle setting a relaxed rhythm.
The scenery outside rolled by in a blur of greens and browns, and inside, the air smelled faintly of fresh coffee from the built-in machine in the kitchenette.
The mood was light, Alice and Rosalie sat together on one of the long leather couches, whispering and occasionally laughing softly at some private joke. Bella, curled up with her legs tucked under her, watched the scenery drift past, her eyes occasionally flicking to Atlas at the wheel. Renée lounged nearby, scrolling idly through her phone.
Then Atlas's phone rang. The sleek device was connected to the RV's sound system, and the sharp chime cut through the slow tune of the music in the air.
The girls' heads turned almost in unison as Atlas picked up the phone without hesitation. "Sebastian," he greeted, his tone shifting to a calm seriousness.
Even with only one word, Bella could tell the name meant something there was a faint respect in the way he said it.
Bella couldn't hear anything as Atlas trapped the phone between his shoulder and ear.
"Go ahead." His gaze remained on the road, but his eyes sharpened at whatever the other side spoke.
The conversation was short, his replies minimal, a few questions, a low hum of acknowledgment. Whatever was being discussed, it wasn't idle talk. After a few moments, he finished with, "I'll get there and watch over it," before he ended the call.
The silence that followed was heavy with curiosity.
Alice, unable to contain herself, immediately leaned forward, eyes sparkling. "Are we going to meet Sebastian? Please tell me we are! I've been dying to meet someone from my future coven!"
Renée smirked. "Oh? When you met me you weren't this excited? I'm also a member of Atlas's coven you know."
Alice gasped in mock offense. "It's not like that!" She clasped her hands together dramatically. "I was thrilled to meet my big sis Renée but I'd already seen you in my visions a hundred times. Sebastian, on the other hand… I've never seen him. That makes me curious!"
Renée chuckled, clearly enjoying herself. "Ah! You hurt my little unbeating heart."
Atlas chuckled under his breath, breaking in before Alice could fire back. "We're not meeting Sebastian," he said, glancing at her through the rearview mirror. "Or any of my coven members, for that matter."
Alice tilted her head, still curious. "Then what was that about? I could only hear muffled voices."
Atlas shifted in his seat slightly, his tone growing more matter-of-fact. "The bear shifter clan I had my people relocated to the nearby forests- the one that swore fealty to me, their leader died last night."
The girls except Renée blinked. They had heard of werewolves and have met wolf shifters, sure… but bear shifters? That was new.
"With his death," Atlas continued, "the clan's split in two. The rightful heir is his son. The challenger is his brother. And he's stronger, more experienced, and in a clan where strength is everything, that counts for more than blood."
Alice frowned her cute brows. "So the son has the blood right, but the uncle has the muscle right."
Atlas nodded. "Exactly. And now, as their liege, I've been invited to witness their succession trial and decide whether I step in or let them resolve it on their own."
There was a beat of silence, the weight of his words hanging in the air. The image of massive bear warriors clashing for dominance lingered in Bella's mind.
"Bear shifters…" she murmured. "This vacation's already sounding less normal by the minute."
Alice grinned like she'd just been told the trip included front-row tickets to a show. "As if it wasn't before Bells. Oh! This is going to be fun."
Chapter 43
The forest grew denser the deeper they drove, until the RV came to a slow stop on the dirt road that opened into a settlement. Through the tinted glass, Bella caught sight of a small village budding out of the wilderness. The homes were built from thick logs, smoke rising from stone chimneys, and carved totems marked the paths.
At the entrance stood two massive wooden pillars etched with strange, spiraling symbols. The markings seemed to shimmer faintly when the headlights passed over them, like the forest itself bent around their edges.
Alice leaned forward, her golden eyes wide with curiosity. "What are those?"
Atlas glanced at the symbols as if they were nothing unusual. "Illusion wards," he explained. "The witches built them for me through sacrificial rites. To outsiders, this village doesn't exist. Anyone passing through sees only untouched forest."
Renée smirked faintly. "Useful, considering tourists in Washington would probably faint if they saw a giant bear chopping firewood."
The RV came to a halt. The doors opened, and a group of towering figures stood waiting. The bear-shifters, each of them broad-shouldered, with thick arms and sharp eyes. They stared at Atlas the moment he stepped out. None had met him before, but recognition came instantly in their eyes.
"The tall one," one whispered reverently, "like an old tree. Built like an unbreakable mountain. Strong like a bear-god…"
It was exactly as their former leader had described. But even without words, their gift told them the truth: the shifters were born with the instinct to sense weakness, and standing before Atlas, they smelled none. Only danger, sharpened and honed to perfection. He could tear through them as easily as they would to their prey.
The group bowed as one.
"This way, my lord," said the guide making Atlas nod. Atlas and the girls followed the group, curiously looking around the village.
They were led through the village until they reached the largest log house, marked with carved runes and painted hides. Inside, the air smelled of cedar smoke and herbs. The elder of the clan lay propped up on a fur-lined bed. His body looked frail, his skin lined with age, yet his eyes were sharp.
"My apologies," the elder rasped, inclining his head with effort. "I could not greet you myself at the gates."
Atlas shook his head. "There's no need. You honor me enough by receiving us here, given your condition."
The elder smiled faintly at the respect in his tone.
Questions followed after the greeting, polite at first. Atlas asked about the clan's numbers, their lands, the crops they tended, their livelihood. It was his first time in the village so he was quite curious.
After Alice finally unable to contain her own curiosity, leaned forward to ask about their shifting abilities asking if they were same as the wolf shifters.
The elder calmly answered saying they too were like the wolf shifters in Forks region but stronger. His tone carried pride when he answered that.
And it was the truth. Atlas could back their claim that the bear shifters were the strongest of all shifters. Hell if he didn't know about that mutated freak of a lion shifter in Serengeti he would say the previous bear leader was the strongest in the world physically. Even then the bear shifters on average are stronger after all anomaly like the lion freak are rare.
After Alice's curiosity sated Bella followed with her own quiet questions about their traditions. The elder answered patiently, not getting even a bit irritated. He looked greatful even, seeing the mistresses of their master showing interest in their clan.
The bear clan is an honourable clan that believes in strength. They carry a very strict hierarchy and believe that it is only right for the strongest to rule. And since Atlas is the strongest, claim by their previous leader, they naturally want to serve him.
Finally after a long while Bella too stopped, looking satisfied with the elder's answer, her social awkwardness fading for a moment in her nerdy pursuit.
Once done answering her the elder raised a hand, motioning for the gathered clan members to leave. "I have something important to speak of. Only our guests may stay."
The shifters obeyed without protest, bowing deeply before stepping out. The heavy door shut, leaving Atlas, the girls, and the elder alone in the room.
Atlas folded his arms. "What is it you wish to discuss?"
The elder drew a slow breath. "I have a request, my lord. Tomorrow, the matter of succession will be settled. I ask that you do not interfere. Let them fight, as tradition demands. Strength, and strength alone, must decide our leader."
Atlas studied him carefully. "You know the accusations, then. That the dead leader's brother murdered him in order to seize power."
The elder's eyes did not waver. "If he did, then he proved he was stronger. Tradition makes him rightful leader."
Atlas's voice cooled. "And if he used deceit? Poison? An ambush? Would that still be strength?"
The old man shook his head slowly. "I know the brother well. He is honorable. He would not strike from the shadows."
Atlas's lips curved into a faint, humorless smile. "Many honorable men have bent beneath temptation. History is proof to that."
A silence stretched between them, firelight flickering in the elder's tired eyes. Finally, Atlas inclined his head. "Very well. Tomorrow, I will not interfere. The challenge will run its course."
The elder's shoulders relaxed, though unease lingered in his gaze.
Chapter 44
Atlas rose, the girls following his lead. When he stepped outside into the cool forest air, he found two figures waiting: a young man, tense but proud, and a woman clutching his arm protectively.
The woman was a human, he noted. She bowed low respectfully. "My lord. I am the wife of our fallen leader. This is his son. Please… will you honor us by sharing a meal in our home?"
Atlas studied them a moment. The boy was strong, his father's blood clear in the set of his jaw, but there was doubt in his eyes, doubt born of facing an uncle whose strength overshadowed his own but there was a conviction in those doubt filled eyes.
Atlas gave a nod. "I will join you."
And so the wife of the leader Helga lead them. As they walked toward the chieftain's home, the forest seemed to darken around them. It was then that another figure appeared. He was massive, scarred, carrying himself like one who had lived his whole life by the weight of his own strength. Atlas immediately recognised him. He was the dead leader's brother-Berus
His gaze found Atlas instantly, recognition clear. He inclined his head respectfully. "Lord Atlas."
The greeting was steady, disciplined, not mocking. But when his eyes shifted past Atlas to the human woman, disdain flickered across his face before he turned away and strode into the shadows.
Atlas noted it silently. The wife stiffened under the look but said nothing.
'The disgust isn't aim towards her weakness or her human identity. Curious-curious…" He thought to himself. For a minute he considered reading the mind of Berus. But before he could the burly man was already gone.
"He's my husband's brother." Helga said seeing Atlas's curious look.
"He always held contempt towards me, and even my husband for marrying me and weakening his bloodline. He doesn't care the mate bond between us. He might…" She continued with a pained look before stopping and shaking her head, indicating further was pointless.
Atlas understood what she meant. Her intension was clear as day to him. She wants to say that Berus might have killed his brother because he considers his brother weak for weakening his bloodline.
He didn't reply anything just keep following her silently. The mystery thickened with every step.
Along the way Helga talked about how she met the previous leader. How they fell in love and had their son Svaringe.
Then she talked about the strength of her husband and said only his brother had the strength closer to him. She once again hinted that he was the only person capable of slaying her husband but Atlas had the gnawing sense that strength alone had not ended the former leader's life. Someone had pushed the pieces into motion.
And soon the truth would start to surface. He'll make sure of it. That much he owe to the former leader-Bran.
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An: I'm back and sorry for not uploading for 3-4 days. I won't give any excuses cause I know it's really my fault but I picked this really good novel and I was hooked… so 3 after three sleepless night and every free time during day I barely managed to finish it. Agh I need sleep Zzzzz.
Small chapter. I wasn't satisfied with this one but I couldn't think properly.
Chapter 45
Atlas and the girls followed Helga into the main house, where a modest but well-prepared lunch awaited. The long wooden table was set with simple dishes: roasted root vegetables, fresh bread, smoked fish, and a large bowl of berries. The aroma of cooked meat mingled with the earthy scent of the wooden hall.
The son of the deceased leader walked to the seat at the far end of the table, his posture rigid, eyes carefully observing Atlas. Helga with a composed figure and sharp eyes gestured Atlas and the girls to sit.
"Please, join us," she said, her tone polite yet there was something in it that Atlas couldn't put his finger on.
Even then he acknowledged her with a subtle nod and took a seat, motioning for the girls to follow. Rosalie settled gracefully beside him, Alice perched near the edge, vibrating with energy as always, while Renée took the seat closest to Atlas, as if instinctively anchoring herself near him.
Bella sat beside Renée, looking at the food.
"You know the lunch is good and all but my girls here can't really eat them." Atlas said gazing at food then at Helga.
"Of course how could I forget that." Helga replied and with a clean motion she moved to room beside and brought out a pitcher.
"Pop!" She opened clay jug and immediately a thick and sweet scent filled the room. The girl beside him stiffened, their head immediately snapping towards it.
"I prepared this animal blood wine earlier this morning. When I heard my lord was visiting." Atlas hummed hearing her words. Many questions popped in his mind but ultimately he didn't asked them, not wanting to make his host uncomfortable.
"It smells nice." He said instead.
A rare smile made to Helga's face. "Thank you, I made it using a technique passed down in my family. Unfortunately on such short notice I could only find nine kinds of different herbs to make it." She beamed with pride. She then proceed to explain each herbs she used alongside the different animal bloods to produce this unique taste.
Atlas and girls silently hear explanations which started sounded more like a nerd talking about his favourite book each passing second.
"Ahem! Mother, I'm sure lord Atlas is more interested in tasting the wine than hearing its history." Finally Svaringe noticed his mother going off the topic and interrupted.
Probably noticing that too Helga's face tinged with red "of course dear, I apologise my lord for getting off the topic." She said and start filling glasses with wine and passed it to all present.
"I-I can't drink. I'm human." Bella said shaking her hand as Helga passed a glass to her.
"Don't worry Madam the wine can be drink by anyone." Saying that she handed the glass to Bella who looked quite shy at being called madam, though she didn't bother to correct Helga. Secretly enjoying it even.
Atlas and others girls lauged at her reaction making her pout and which only made them laugh more.
Finally after that the lunch began. Helga initiated a polite conversation to make the lunch pleasant and unawkward.
Their conversation slowly moved to more personal question as Atlas asked a few questions about the leader's household, about the village, and about daily routines, all of which the wife answered with a calm tone, her previous embarrassment nowhere to be found.
Svaringe contributed little, but Atlas didn't mind as he could see the tension radiating off the young man. His posture suggested respect but again Atlas could see the tension, frustration and nervousness behind it. He could feel the weight of responsibility on the boys shoulders something the boy understood and took very seriously.
And Atlas respected him for that. He can tell the boy-no Svaringe was every bit of his father's son. And he was ready to fight for what his father left behind even if he has to risk his life.
As the conversation flowed, Atlas's eyes were drawn to the steel edge of the door behind the wife. Something was unusual. He rose slightly, examining the metal.
"What happened here?" he asked, pointing to a series of deep dents, each roughly the shape of a finger. It was if someone applied too much pressure and dented the steel.
The wife's lips curved into a faint smile. "My husband did this. Unknowingly. He misjudged his strength while holding the door."
Atlas's gaze lingered on the hand-shaped mark. The dents were sizable, consistent with the fingers of the deceased leader. But shifters, in their human form, simply could not dent steel like this without applying significant effort. And for warrior of the leader's caliber, misjudging one's strength to this degree seemed improbable.
Only if it was made voluntarily or the leader was too angry that he applied that force subconsciously.
Atlas noted the inconsistency but chose not to voice it further.
The meal continued once more after that but soon it ended.
After finishing their meal, Atlas suggested that the girls explore the village. "You seem curious," he said to them, "and I think a walk will do well before the evening feast."
Excited, the girls agreed, rising from the table.
"We can also hunt something, Although the wine was fine it was too little complete sate all our thirst." Rosalie whispered to Atlas, not wanting to be heard by Helga and Svaringe to be disrespectful.
Atlas nodded as Helga escorted them outside her house and to the village, offering advice.
With that Alice and the girl started roaming the village. Children peeked from behind fences, and a few men tipped their heads respectfully to Atlas as he walked. The girls wandered with eager eyes, touching carved totems, inspecting small shops, and observing the way villagers carried out daily tasks.
Finally they had their fill roaming and they three Vampires left for the hunt, leaving only Atlas and Bella.
"So it's me and you Bells, what do you wanna do for the next few hours?" Atlas asked as he lazily kicked the stone on the round. The stone disappeared deep into the forest in super speed, drilling through many trees. Good thing they were away from the village or many shifters would have come to check the loud banging sound.
Atlas turned back only to caught Bella staring at his bum bitting her lips with those rabbit teeth.
"Woah! I never knew girls too "admire" guys behind." Atlas said with a chuckle making Bella look up.
Though she didn't seem startled or anything. She approached him, her hips moving hypnotically through her tight jeans, jiggling and shaking with each steps.
She didn't stopped biting her lips, nor-did the hunger in her eyes lessened.
And Atlas need not to be a genius to tell what they would be doing for the next few hours to pass the time. He can only hope he can control himself from going all the way and stopping his little horny nymph.
Chapter 46
Mmm~" lips on lips. Moving hungrily trying to devour each other.
While kissing he deeply, Atlas's hands reached for her peachy rear and cupped it with strength.
"Kya~" Bella squeled as he lifted her up by her taut ass. Her legs instinctively locked around his waist.
Slowly he walked carrying her like she weighed nothing. Her back was soon against a three and he started playing with her already redened lips.
"Slurp~ Mmm~ Slurp~ mmmff~" Muffled moan left her mouth between wet slurping. He bit her lowers lips making her open her full lips.
His tongue invaded her mouth, his tongue rolling around hers as his saliva filled her mouth. He tasted hers too. It was addicting but regretfully he had to stop as Bella needed to breathe unlike his naughty vampire wives.
"Haah! Haaa! Haah!" Bella gulped big chunks of air greedily. Her eyes dialated and unfocused but not leaving his.
Bella unwrapped her legs around his waist and dropped down. Her core still grinding on his boner.
He held her by her ass, helping her not loose balance as she grinds on him.
Finally her breath calmed and she droped on her knees.
"Bells no…" "-Don't worry I won't pressure you to go all the way." Bella interrupted, making him raise an eyebrow.
Looking at her cute face near his bulged he decided to play along.
"If not all the way then what are you planning?"
"…Blowjob…" His eyebrow jumped again hearing her.
"You know what's a blowjob is?"
"I have watched p-porn, okay?" A huge blush crept on her cheeks. Bella didn't dare to look in his eyes, thinking he would scold her but unknown to her those words only made her fall deeper into the abyss.
"Porn? What kind of? Can I see?" He asked making Bella freeze.
"N-no Y-you can't." Seeing her reaction an evil smile crept on his face. His fingers twitched as Bella's phone flew from her pocket and landed on his palm.
"No~!" Bella cried as she saw him activate her phone. He didn't reacted to her loud reaction and searched her history.
What he saw made his eyes widen. Rows and Rows porn links but that wasn't what surprised but a common trope he noticed in those links. A trope that can be related to him and made him speechless.
"What are these tittle Bells? Stepdad punished my ass for peaking at him fucking mom? Stepdad took my virginity? Stepdad fucks me behind my mom's back? Mom forced me to please stepdad? Mom stole and fucked my boyfriend? My boyfriend fucks my mom as I masturbate to them?" He read some of the title with each sounding more depraved. Some of the more depraved ones he couldn't read.
'Shit… porn has twisted her mind' He thought as Bella stuttered to answer.
"I- I -Its all your and mom's fault. Always so loud what do you think I did to calm myself." Bella shouted making him feel a bit guilt.
It was truly true. He and Renée slowly stopped caring about their surroundings as time went on. And since that their apartment was so small and had no soundproofed walls like in forks. Every passionate voice, act and deeds were heard by growing Bella who didn't know what to do with all those unknown emotions she was feeling.
"Sorry…" He apologised and pulled her up. The incident already calming him and Bella down.
Finally they decided to roam the forest and talk to pass the time till girls come back from their hunt. Thought he did slapped Bellas tight and taut ass making her flinch.
Bella bit her lips and gave him a naughty look. Her eyes clearly asking for more punishment. And knowing her fetish he knew Bella would be deliberately making mistakes to get more punishment.
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The girls arived after a few hours and joined Bella and Atlas.
After that they enjoyed each other's company in the quiet forest. They teased each other and talked their next plans for the holiday.
Soon the sun was nowhere and moon took its place. A shifter arrived and informed them that the feast was starting.
Atlas and the girls left the forest and arrived on the location. The vllage hall loomed ahead, a sturdy structure of timber with smoke curling from the chimney, carrying the scent of roasting meat and spiced brew.
As Atlas and the girls stepped inside, the din of conversation, clinking cups, and laughter washed over them. It was a lively scene, yet beneath the joviality, Atlas could feel the subtle currents of tension threading through the room, though his companions were too absorbed in the spectacle to notice.
Tables were set in long rows, laden with food: roasted game, steaming loaves of bread, vegetables cooked in rich sauces, and fruits fresh from the orchards. The hall itself was simple but functional, the walls decorated with painted sigils and carvings that spoke of the clan's traditions and history. The air was warm, scented with cooking smoke and the tang of sweat from the shifters who had gathered to celebrate.
Atlas and the girls moved slowly down the center aisle, nodding politely to those who glanced their way. Murmurs rippled through small groups of villagers as they passed: some whispered speculatively, others merely stared in awe at the tall figure in black beside the girls. Children, daring each other with a tug on a sleeve, sneaked peeks at Atlas, their eyes wide with both fear and fascination.
"Do you notice how carefully they watch him?" Rosalie whispered, her tone calm but analytical. "Even the children sense the weight of his presence."
Alice bounced slightly on the balls of her feet, eyes scanning everything. "It's like they can feel his strength without even touching him. So cool!"
Renée chuckled softly. "Careful Alice. Don't go around bullying these poor shifters with your unending question."
Alice pouted hearing her big sis but she didn't retort.
'Hmmp! I know when to control myself.' She thought.
Atlas, walking beside them, offered only a faint smile, his attention split between the environment and the subtle cues of the villagers' interactions. Every glance, every small movement, told him more than words could.
The girls noticed his distraction and stopped talking. They look each other and shrugged, not disturbing Atlas.
They followed him to a short corridor at the far end of the hall, where the main table was set for Atlas and the clan elders. Several men were drinking heartily, their laughter boisterous, yet Atlas noted that each gesture, each tilt of a head, was deliberate, calculated, an unconscious measurement of every party sitting.
The feast began in earnest. The villagers dug into the dishes laid before them, voices raising in friendly rivalry over tales of hunting, strength contests, and village gossip. Plates clattered, mugs were raised, and the warmth of communal celebration enveloped the room. The girls found themselves swept up in the liveliness, Alice giggling at small jokes, Rosalie observing silently with measured curiosity, and Renée exchanging playful banter with a few of the younger shifters who dared approach.
Atlas remained slightly apart, his gaze scanning the hall with precision, noting every detail. His action split in multiple directions. Especially to the two groups that were standing on the opposite sides of the hall.
One big one small. The bigger one consiting of Berus and his supporters and smaller one was Helga and people who followed her. Though he didn't find Svaringe
Then, without warning, a sudden shriek cut through the hall. High-pitched, raw, and full of terror, it pierced the raucous atmosphere like a blade.
Atlas flinched so did the girls beside him, their enhanced hearing making the screem unbearable.
The laughter faltered, mugs clattered to the tables, and every conversation stilled mid-word. Atlas's senses instantly recoiled, his eyes narrowing as the sound repeated a panicked, shrill cry of a woman, echoing off the timber walls.
All heads turned toward the source. A figure emerged from the far end of the hall, a woman pointing in horror at her partner. Atlas's gaze followed her hand and then froze.
The man she had been shouting at was lifted off the ground by a massive bear, its fur bristling, muscles taut and glistening under the torchlight. One enormous claw had punctured the man's chest, holding him suspended midair. The hall went silent, the previous noise sucked away as if the building itself were holding its breath.
Time slowed in Atlas's perception. The onlookers villagers, shifters, and guests alike froze, faces pale, eyes wide. Some tried to draw breath, some attempted to move, but the horror rooted them in place.
With a final, decisive motion, the bear split the man cleanly in two. The sound- a wet, crunching tear echoed through the hall, momentarily louder than any previous noise.
Silence returned immediately afterward, punctuated only by a few horrified gasps. The room's previous rowdiness was gone, replaced by shock, fear, and the faint, palpable scent of iron in the air.
Atlas, the girls, and everyone else stared, frozen, as the bear threw two the halves to the floor. And released a thunderous roar.
Chapter 47
Atlas's POV
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Chaos erupted the moment the bear tore the man in half.
The hall that had moments ago echoed with laughter and music now dissolved into shrieks, overturned tables, and bodies scrambling to the exits. Children wailed, men shouted for order, and women pulled their loved ones toward the doors with desperate strength. The air filled with the sharp tang of blood and fear.
Fighters from both factions surged forward the men loyal to Berus, broad-shouldered and battle-hardened, and those tied to Helga and her faction, equally fierce.
For the first time since my arrival, their enmity was cast aside, both groups moving to protect their people.
The berserk bear let out another guttural roar, swinging its massive claw toward a fleeing woman. I didn't think. My power surged outward, invisible yet absolute, seizing the beast mid-motion. Its claws froze a breath from her face as I clenched my fist, twisting with intent.
The bear screamed. All four of its limbs bent unnaturally as my telekinesis crushed joints and bone. With a flick of my wrist, I hurled it backward, the impact shaking the hall as its massive form crashed against the wall and crumpled.
But I did not relax. The creature's body writhed, bones snapping back into place with unnatural speed. Its healing worked tirelessly, flesh knitting, tendons pulling taut again. But I had broken it too deeply and too brutally, it would not recover quickly enough to stand against me.
I thought the night's madness was nearly over. I was wrong.
A sudden chill enveloped me, my instinct screamed, sharper than any sound in the hall. My body moved before my mind caught up, flooding itself with psychic energy. Power roared through my veins, each one bulging beneath my skin and glowing faint neon, pulsing like rivers of light.
The world slowed. Every detail sharpened, the slowed sound of the crackling of torches, the frantic breaths of those around me, the fluttering wings of a moth caught in the rafters above.
And then my eyes caught it.
From my peripheral vision: claws, massive and gleaming, slicing toward me with intent to carve me into ribbons.
I twisted, spine bending unnaturally as the strike whistled past, the force clipping strands of my hair and scattering them like black silk into the air. I slid back, boots grinding into the wooden floor, and rose instantly, retreating several steps as the second bear came into view.
This one was larger, stronger, its eyes wild, foam dripping from its jaws.
Then I realized it wasn't alone.
The hall had become carnage. All around me, men from the brother's faction had shifted into monstrous bear forms, their sizes exaggerated, their muscles bloated with unnatural strength. Not natural transformations. They were enhanced, drugged, twisted. Their minds were gone, leaving only fury.
And at their center, Berus himself stood. He struggled, teeth clenched, eyes flickering with resistance. For a heartbeat, he seemed almost in control. Then the drug won. His body convulsed, bones lengthening, fur erupting, his roar splitting the air as he turned on the nearest soul.
It was a small boy. A child of barely eight, probably separated from his mother in the chaos.
I didn't hesitate. My hand lashed out, invisible force catching the berserk brother mid-charge. With a violent push, I launched him backward, crashing him into the far wall before he could touch the boy.
The scene atracted the attention of people. Amidst them a woman called for the boy.
The boy scrambled to his mother's arms, safe, at least for the moment.
Good thing but it did not only atract the mother's attention.
Every berserk bear turned toward me. Dozens of burning, bloodshot eyes locked on my figure, recognizing me as the greatest threat in the hall. Their snarls vibrated through the walls, shaking the structure itself.
And then they charged.
Their speed was monstrous, their combined momentum unstoppable. In an instant, they were upon me, claws outstretched, teeth bared. In their charging they care not for any thing. Not me or themselves.
I unleashed my power.
A pulse of psychic energy erupted from my core, detonating outward in all directions. The shockwave slammed into the oncoming beasts with bone-shattering force, hurling them through walls, splintering wood and stone alike. The hall quaked, collapsing beams falling as the bears were blasted clear into the night outside.
I didn't stop. My own body blurred as I sprinted through the shattered wall, dragging both the brother's broken body and the first limp bear with me, tossing them aside onto the dirt. The night air filled with roars, the stench of blood, and the pounding of massive paws as the fight spilled outside.
Behind me, panicked voices filled the ruined hall. What few shifters remained sane gathered weapons, rallying themselves with grim resolve, and followed me out to stand at my side.
In the chaos, I opened my mind, my voice slipping through the minds of the only ones who mattered most to me.
'Renée, Alice, Rosalie. Get everyone out. Evacuate the villagers. Keep them away from here.'
I didn't wait for a reply and focused on the problem before me.
A problem if not dealt carefully can rip me and all the villagers before sun rise.
Good thing other shifters, still sane ones came to reinforce me. Or it might have gotten messy.
Chapter 48
A claw sliced toward me in a blur of motion faster than most eyes could see. I twisted instinctively, the dagger-like tips gliding so close they brushed against the air in front of my face. The movement left a faint line of displaced dust in the air.
The bear roared, its sound deep enough to shake the ground beneath my feet. I rotated smoothly on one heel and thrust my open palm forward, channeling my telekinesis into a concentrated burst of force. My hand barely made contact, yet the massive creature stumbled backward as if struck by an invisible battering ram.
It tried to rise again, muscles convulsing, veins bulging, eyes flickering between rage and fatigue. For a heartbeat, I thought it might charge once more. Then its body simply gave out. The towering form quivered violently, skin shrinking and drying as though every drop of life was being pulled inward. The beast collapsed onto its side with a loud crash.
By the time the dust settled, there was no bear—only a mummified corpse, its flesh brittle, its skin paper-thin and gray.
I exhaled slowly, watching the steam of my breath drift in the dawn's early chill. The battlefield if one could call it that was a graveyard of horrors. Dozens of shriveled bodies lay strewn across the clearing, their remains twisted, unnatural.
The rising sun painted everything gold and red, turning the scene into a climax of some b-grade horror movie.
I'd been fighting through the night. Through out my every strike had demanded restraint. I couldn't simply kill them. Not when they were victims of something. Something that had consumed their will and twisted their minds.
It was maddening work. Breaking bones, tearing muscle, crushing them until they collapsed only for them to regenerate and stand again. Over and over. Hundreds of times. Whatever had made them like that had dialled their regeneration to 11.
That combined with their increased strength and madness made them tiring to deal.
I was not tired because I was weak. I was tired because I had to care.
If I'd let go, unleashed my full power, I could have ended the chaos in minutes. But these were not enemies. They were the people sworn loyalty to me who have no control over their actions.
So I endure this continuous onslaught.
It did not take others shifters fighting besides me to back. They were not only weaker than the berserk, their stamina and regeneration can't also hold up them.
Even the strongest among the shifters who were fighting beside me had fallen back hours ago, exhausted beyond measure.
Now, the only sounds were the faint groans of the wounded, the crackle of the dying bonfires, and the occasional rustle of a cooling body collapsing into dust.
The air smelled of smoke and iron. The ground was soaked with so much blood that the soil has become gooey.
I ran a hand through my hair, brushing away the grime and blood that wasn't mine. My body, though unscathed, felt heavy, weighted with the exhaustion of most of my psychic reserves.
Finally… it was over.
Or so I hoped.
"Lord Atlas…"
The weak, hoarse voice came from behind me. I turned.
The tribe elder in a worn fur cloak sat slumped in a wooden wheelchair, being pushed toward me by a young villager. The elder's frail form looked even smaller in the light of dawn. His face was pale, lined with both age and grief.
He shouldn't have been out of bed.
"Elder," I greeted, straightening slightly. My voice was calm, though my mind remained half-alert for any lingering threats. "It seems you won't need any tournament to decide who the next leader will be."
The elder's gaze drifted past me, to the lifeless bodies of the fallen berserkers. When his eyes found the shriveled remains of the late leader's brother, his expression broke. His jaw clenched, and for a moment, his lips trembled, not with anger, but with sorrow.
He said nothing. There was nothing left to say.
The silence between us was heavy, stretching long enough to be uncomfortable.
Then the young man behind the wheelchair, a broad-shouldered young man, perhaps in his twenties spoke in a voice trembling with fury.
"It's that witch's doing!"
The words cut through the morning air like a blade. The venom in his tone was unmistakable.
"Quiet, you fool!" The elder snapped, his frail frame shuddering as he raised his voice. The cough that followed was violent, wracking his body.
I tilted my head, my curiosity piqued. "A witch?"
The elder waved his hand, still struggling to breathe. "Do not mind him, Lord Atlas. The young don't always understand the weight of their words." He tried to sound composed, but the tremor in his tone betrayed his unease.
I watched him for a moment, my eyes narrowing slightly. The young man's hatred hadn't come from ignorance, it had come from belief. Deep, bitter belief.
It didn't take a genius to know who this 'witch' was.
Something about the late leader's wife didn't sit well with these people.
And now, with that single word, witch, a thread of intrigue had begun to pull itself through the edges of this mystery.
The elder clearly didn't want to discuss it. But that only made me more interested.
As the old man was wheeled away, I let my senses stretch outward, feeling the emotions that lingered in the air. Fear. Anger. Guilt. Distrust.
I closed my eyes for a brief moment. The image of the leader's wife, her poised expression, her composed tone during lunch, the faint gleam in her eyes when she mentioned her husband, flashed through my mind.
Something was wrong here. Something subtle but deeply rooted.
And I intended to find out what, so I did what any sane and sensible mind reader would do. I read the minds of the elder and his young follower.