I walked with purposeful steps towards the women, whose faces betrayed a mix of pain and relief. I wordlessly went one by one through them, taking each of them one at a time by their hands. Through my fingertips, which were full of Eternal Vitality, streams of golden light penetrated into their skins.
In one second, wounds were sealed—jagged rips had been covered up as if it was not even there. Faint, and now mostly white, and some very old scars, were becoming less visible, to almost unnoticeable skin. Their gasps could be heard as their strength and health returned , with their skin bright and soft as a baby's skin.
They fell down to the ground, now uniting their foreheads with the earth. "Thank you, my king." "Bless you." "We are indebted to your generosity with our lives." Their voices were shaking, packed with thanks and that which is beyond the feeling of gratitude—devotion.
I took pleasure in their awe of me, at the highest level. The scent was thick and unmissable, composed of sweat, blood from struggles of the day, and something ancient. A few of them were still holding to their spears tightly as their white knuckles were showing. The rest had their hands extended for me, the way they touched me was hesitant and reverent.
My cock became erect and was throbbing hard.
But then, I noticed someone walking over here.
Without any fear, Helen walked towards me, and with every step, her hips were swaying slowly and intentionally, and her large breasts were bouncing. It seemed as if the sun that was hitting the sweat on her skin was making her look like some goddess of amber. She came up just a few feet away from me, slow and deliberate, her lips smiling.
"Dex... King." Her voice was low and thick like a purr and it was loaded with emotion. Without thinking, she dropped down to one knee, with her hand on her chest, she said, "I don't even know where to begin."
"You healed me." She looked up at me, her eyes sparkling—not only with thankfulness but also with something darker, more eagerly.
She grazed her hand along my body as she stood up, her movement fluid. "The others... they don't get what you've given us." Her hand moved up my arm, her touch hot and possessive.
"But I do. You didn't only save us. You transformed us." She got closer, her lips kissing my ear. "And I will spend the rest of my life confirming that I am deserving of you, my king."
She slowly ran her fingers down my chest. The women around us were holding their breath, watching and envying.
I grabbed her chin, tilting her face up to meet my gaze. "Oh?" I asked with a smirk. "And how do you plan to do that, Helen?"
She didn't react to the challenge. Rather, her grin got bigger and her eyes sparkled with a promise. "I will follow your orders," She dropped her hand lower, her fingers lightly touching the waistband of my skirt. "I belong to you." She moved closer, lowering her voice to a whisper. "Let me show you."
The women around us were shifting nervously – some were biting their lips, others watching us with wide, hungry eyes.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
Helen's lips parted, her eyes dark with anticipation. "My king—"
"DEXTER!"
The loud noise was as if the sky had been broken with a thunderclap.
Turn quickly, gripping the fear, my body changed tense feeling of unison. In front of me were Mitt, Ryan, Tusk, and the rest of the Kronos males—tearing through the undergrowth, spears pointed upwards, the rage distorted their facial features. Their lungs pumped hard, their biceps became tight like a coiled spring to strike out.
"You're safe!" Mitt's words were soaked with emotion, but his hold on the spear was still tight. His eyes moving fast from me to the women and then to Helen who was tightly holding onto me.
He moved towards the front, spear still up, but his voice had become a little softer. "Dexter... we're here to bring you back. Come with us. Your Aunt Kerry is worried about you."
Before I could even open my mouth, Ravina was there. She moved like a storm, shoving past Helen to stand in front of me, her spear leveled at Mitt's chest. Sabina and the others followed, forming a wall of bristling wood and steel behind her. Their eyes burned with defiance.
"Our king," Ravina snarled, her voice a whipcrack, "Is not going anywhere."
Mitt's face twisted in disgust. "Your—KING?!" The word tore out of him like a blade, raw and disbelieving. He lunged forward, close enough that Ravina's spear tip kissed his chest.
I barely heard him.
My head was all over the damn place—faces, bodies, all these what-ifs flickering like a busted neon sign.
Hina, belly still smooth, just begging for me to knock her up. The way she'd arch and gasp, clutching at furs like her life depended on it, ready to be filled and bred, loyal as hell and loving every second.
Kerry—now there's a handful. That mouth, those claws, the way she'd rake her nails down my back, leaving marks I'd feel for days. She liked it rough, and I'll be honest, so did I.
Ruth, so quiet she barely breathed, but trembling like a leaf—yeah, she got that from her mom. Ada, always defiant, was still sore from the last time I had to bend her over and remind her who was in charge. That stubborn little ass, red and perfect.
Jesus.
But Ravina—shit, Ravina was right there, front and center. Those tits, unreal, heaving with every breath. Her nipples, hard enough to cut glass, were practically begging for my hands. And the way she looked at me? Like I was something holy, like I'd hung the damn moon. Not just some guy—not even a leader. Like I was untouchable, a god.
I moved in, sliding myself between Ravina and Mitt before she could do more than lightly scrape him with her spear.
Mitt's voice was raw, his spear still raised but trembling now. "Dexter... what the hell is happening here?" His eyes darted from me to Ravina, then to the other women, their spears still trained on him. "And what is this king thing?"
Fuck.
I realized it then—Ravina and the others didn't even know what a king was. They didn't understand kingdoms or thrones or any of it. They'd just taken the word from my lips like gospel, because I had said it.
I rubbed my temple, forcing a sigh—like this was all some tedious misunderstanding. "Uncle Mitt..." I said, my voice smooth, patient.
"They've chosen me as their tribe leader." I gestured to Ravina, to the women behind her, their eyes burning with devotion. "And 'King'... It's just the name they use for me as their leader. Like how Elder Ryan is called Chief."
Ryan's face twisted. "WHAT?!" His spear clattered to the ground as he threw his hands up. "How in the hells did they choose you to lead them?!" His eyes narrowed, flicking between me and the women, then widening as the pieces clicked.
"Oh. Oh, I see now." His voice dripped with realisation. "They just want to keep you. Because they want to use you." He jabbed a finger at me. "A healer."
Mitt's voice was quieter, but it cut deeper. "Dexter..." He stepped closer, his expression raw. "Don't forget who saved you when you were nothing. When you were abandoned. Alone. Starving." His voice cracked.
"It was me. It was Kerry. It was the Kronos Tribe that took you in. Fed you. Helped you." His hands clenched into fists. "And this? This is how you repay us? You are betraying us.. and our trust by turning your back on your family for a bunch of—"
Fuck.
Fuck!
They actually thought they owned me? These pathetic, spear-chucking worms thought they had some kind of claim over me? The audacity made my blood boil. The sheer gall of these primitive fucks, standing there with their judgmental glares, like they had any right to dictate shit to me.
I realized it then—the moment I stumbled into this shithole of a world, naked as a fucking newborn, without my father's name to scare people into submission or my mother's connections to wipe my ass—I'd turned into a sniveling bitch.
A fucking pussy. All because I was alone. All because I had no one to hold my hand and tell me I was special.
At first, I thought this was just some twisted fantasy world—some kind of sick joke the universe was playing on me. So I played along. I followed the fucking red dots on the map like a good little dog, tail wagging, hoping for scraps. And what did I find?
The Kronos Tribe—a bunch of hairy, spear-waving cavemen who thought they were hot shit because they could start a fire without pissing themselves.
But then I found the women.
And everything changed.
If it weren't for the sweet, sweet points I could earn from bending them over and fucking them into submission, would I have obeyed these idiots? Would I have let Mitt bark orders at me like I was some fucking errand boy? Would I have let Ryan look at me like I was less than him?
Fuck no.
But I had. And that made me sick.
I had let them push me around. Let them treat me like some lost puppy instead of the fucking god I was.
Even with immortality pumping through my veins. Even with the Magical Tool—my ultimate fuck-you card—tucked away, ready to turn this whole world into my personal playground.
No. More.
From this second onward, I was Motherfucking Dexter. Not the sniveling little bitch who flinched at Mitt's disapproving grunts. Not the pathetic worm who jumped when Ryan snapped his fingers. I was the motherfucking king of this shithole. And I was going to live like it.
No more orders. No more groveling. No more pretending I gave a shit about any of these fucks.
Just pure, unfiltered debauchery. A life of tits, ass, and blood—whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted it. And when I was done reshaping this world into my personal fuck-dungeon, they'd all know. They'd all see who this planet belonged to.
After seeing Mitt, Ryan, Tusk—each of them with their spear and that worried little face—I began to get a plan in my head. A plan that was twisted, filthy, and of the best kind of vengeance. It would be something so fucked up, so incredibly unimaginable that these guys wouldn't even realize what was going on until they were on their knees begging.
But first... I had to go back to Kronos.
My eyes flicked to Ravina and her tribe—my property. My toys. Leaving them here wasn't an option. Not with the modern people's fortress so fucking close. They were mortal. Fragile little things. And while I could yank them back from the brink of death, I couldn't bring back the dead.
A slow, vicious grin spread across my face as the perfect solution slithered into my mind.
I turned back to Mitt, my voice dripping with fake warmth, my hand clapping his shoulder like we were old fucking buddies. "Uncle Mitt," I purred, letting my eyes darken with something far more sinister than fondness.
"How could I ever forget Aunt Kerry's... tight pus—Ahhm I mean, her kindness?" I chuckled, squeezing his shoulder just hard enough to make him flinch.
Ryan snorted that fucking snort again, nostrils flared like he had just smelled something rotten - probably the stench of his own self-righteous bullshit. "Hmph... then come back with us..." His voice was full of that goody-two-shoes tone that I absolutely hated. "And your Aunt Hina was concerned about you..."
"...and you here are trying to be a leader," he finished, lip curling like he'd just licked a rusted spear.
That's when Ravina lost it.
"YOU DESERVE DEATH!" she yelled, her voice hoarse from rage, her spear going so quickly to Ryan's throat that it cut a tiny line of blood. Sabina and Helen pulled their spears out, their eyes crazy with that kind of devotion which made my cock pulse. "For talking to our KING in that way!"
I could have let them gut him. Watched Ryan choke on his own blood while his ribs split open like overripe fruit.
But no.
Death was too quick for him.
I had something much worse in mind.
I raised a hand, stopping the woman mid-lunge. "Stop.. Stop.." My voice was smooth, almost bored, like I was humoring a child.
I looked at Ryan and said, " Elder Ryan, wait.. I will explain it to them..."
I turned to Ravina, grabbed her wrist, and yanked her back toward the trees, my back to Mitt and the others. The second we were out of sight, I pressed her against a trunk, my mouth at her ear.
"Aunt Ravina..." I purred, my breath hot on her skin. "Listen carefully." My free hand slid down her face, fingers brushing her lips—earning me 500 fucking points just for that. What the hell? I blinked, activating Pervert Eyes, and nearly groaned at what I saw.
Her body was lit up like a fucking Christmas tree.
500 for her navel. 500 for her armpit. 1,000
for those massive tits. 2,000 for her nipples—fuck, they were hard as pebbles. 10,000 for her cunt. 25,000 for her asshole.
I slammed my gaze across the rest of the women.
Same. Fucking. Points.
The system wasn't just hinting anymore.
It was screaming at me.
Group fuck. Right here. Right now.
My cock pulsed against my skirt, the thick, veiny outline pressing into Ravina's thigh like a fucking warning. She let out a sharp "Aah—!", her breath hitching as her eyes darted down—right to the obscene bulge straining against the leaf skirt.
And when I was done fucking them? I'd have enough points to buy this world twice.
But Ryan and the others were still out there, waiting. Like vultures. Like fools.
I could take the points now—drown in Ravina's cunt and her tribe's gasps, stack numbers like a king. Or... I could wait. Because if they were worth this? Then Kerry's tight little body, Ada's judgmental glare turning to desperate moans—in front of the whole fucking tribe? That'd be a fucking goldmine.
The thought made my cock throb. Points. Power. Humiliation served fresh.
"My King?" Ravina's voice was hesitant, her eyes searching my face. "Are you—"
"Silence," I snapped, my voice a whip-crack.
I pulled out the Magical Tool, letting it shimmer in my palm before reshaping it—into a pair of wireless earpieces. No distance limit. No interference. Just pure control. I pressed one into her ear, then mine.
I pressed the wireless earpiece into Ravina's ear, my fingers lingering just long enough to brush the sensitive skin behind her lobe, and watched her shiver.
I explained the features of the wireless earpiece to her, and she could hardly believe it—she looked at me as if I were some kind of god. The confusion of the previous night when I used the Bazooka to eliminate those guys was still very clear to her. After all, she agreed to the present not only as a device but also as a holy one—a gift from a GOD.