Thick fog covered the road like a blanket of smoke. Zyranth's group rode slow. Everyone kept their eyes open. The scouts were dead, but Dravenor's real soldiers were near. Very near.
An arrow flew from the trees. One horse screamed and fell. Then another.
"Ambush!" Vexara shouted. Her axe was already in her hand.
They jumped down from their horses. They stood back to back. Shapes moved in the fog. Ten men. Maybe twelve. All in black armor. Blades shining with poison.
Zyranth pulled out his sword. The curse burned inside his chest. It felt angry. Hungry. "We finish this quick," he said. "Then we fuck."
Vexara smiled wide. "Best plan I've heard all day."
The fight happened fast.
Zyranth ran forward first. His sword cut through armor. Blood sprayed everywhere. Vexara swung her axe hard. Heads rolled on the ground. Nyxelle lifted her hands. Violet chains shot out and wrapped around necks. Bones snapped. Lyrith moved like a dancer. Her rapier went straight into hearts. Sylvara's vines burst from the dirt. They grabbed legs and broke them. Kaelindra vanished in the fog, then appeared behind enemies. Her daggers found throats. Quiet kills.
In just minutes, the attackers were gone. Bodies lay all over the road. Blood soaked the grass. Everyone breathed hard. Sweat mixed with blood on their faces.
Zyranth turned to his women. His cock was already hard from the fight. The curse pushed him. "Now," he said.
No waiting. Right there on the road.
He grabbed Vexara and pushed her against a tree. He yanked her pants down. She was already wet. He thrust inside her with one hard push. She moaned loud.
"Fuck me while their blood is still warm," she said. Her legs wrapped around his waist.
He pounded into her fast. Rough. Wet sounds filled the air. Her tits bounced under her shirt. She came quick. Her pussy squeezed him tight. Juices ran down his balls.
Nyxelle stepped forward next. Her robe was open. Her pussy dripped. "My turn."
Zyranth pulled out of Vexara. He spun Nyxelle around. Bent her over a dead horse. He slammed in from behind. Her magic made her pussy feel alive. It fluttered around him. He fucked her hard. She screamed. Violet light flashed as she came. She squirted hard all over him.
Lyrith dropped to her knees in front of him. "Don't forget me."
He pulled out and fed her his cock. It was wet from the others. She sucked deep. Her throat took every inch. Sylvara and Kaelindra joined in. They licked his balls. Their tongues teased his ass.
He couldn't hold back.
He pulled out and aimed at their faces. Thick cum shot out. It covered lips, tongues, cheeks. They moaned and licked each other clean.
Power rushed into him. Stronger than before. The curse went quiet. For now.
They stood up. Sticky. Breathing heavy.
Vexara wiped her mouth. "That's how we greet Dravenor."
But the fog started to clear. A low horn sounded from the ridge. Deep. Angry. Not scouts. The main army. Thousands of boots marching. Black wolf banners rose in the distance.
Then a new sound came closer. One rider galloping fast through the mist.
The rider stopped. His horse was covered in foam. He was young. Face pale. Hands shaking. He threw a sealed scroll at Zyranth's feet.
Zyranth opened it. Red seal. Dravenor's mark.
One line written in fresh blood:
"Your harem is strong… but my blade already has your sister's throat. Surrender the throne by midnight, or she dies screaming your name."
The scroll dropped from his hand.
Vexara grabbed his arm. "Zyr…?"
His eyes turned dark. The curse roared back inside him. Louder. Hungrier than ever.
He looked at his women. His voice was low. Dangerous.
"They want war?"
He picked up his sword.
"We give them hell."
The shadows in his veins whispered one word:
More.
To be continued...