Chapter 52♥ – Opening the Breeding Season

Violet gave her speech to celebrate the creation of Holloweye. It defused the gnoll tribe’s worries with splendid success.

For a party set inside a tomb, the mood was pretty cheerful. The gnolls filled their bellies with tasty treats thanks to Slade’s ability to generate edible food.

But a terrible secret hid behind that happiness. There was no time to hunt, cook and prepare the stage in a single afternoon. Most of the food were originally corpses sealed within clay statues that Slade converted at the cost of mana.

The slime shuddered at the backlash if the secret was exposed. But there was no other way they could provide enough food for the settlement in the time limit.

The children ran around. The adults huddled together, enjoying the flavorful dishes. They sang and shared nostalgic tales of a glorious past.

Near a fire, Slade-puppy sat between Metiva and Griscent. His belly reached obscene levels of girth, going past the omega chungus stage.

"Say ah~" A gnoll brought food to his mouth with chopsticks.

It's the food I spat out… Why are you giving it back to me?

He forced himself to chew despite wanting to cry.

Is it my punishment for desecrating the dead?

"Oooh, he's so cute~!" The gnolls squealed.

"His belly stretches no matter what!" A young gnoll patted his bulging tummy.

"Cute isn't enough to describe the height of his greatness." Metiva rubbed her head on his shoulder. "Let me tell you again how he saved me."

Slade burped. "I'm full! No mowe please!"

The food grew his passive flesh. It had grown to the point that his muscles and bones wouldn't support his own weight.

"Hey Slade, gimme wine!" Milia held her painted ceramic bowl right in front of his mouth.

"Bleeeagh~" An orangey liquid poured from his mouth into Milia's recipient.

"Cheers~" She lifted the bowl to her lips and spat it back. "That's raw onion, fucker!"

Griscent flinched, closing her eyelid after the droplets reached her. She let out a growl of frustration. "Rrrruaaaah!"

Milia dashed away.

"I'm sorry, sweetie! I'll clean that up, open your eye!!" Slade's joke backfired.

Using Spliceshift, he turned his hand into a slime stump and pried into Griscent's eye to clean it up.

"By the way, that last spell with the birds was awesome!"

"(It was a Magic Arrow of advanced Air school, nothing impressive. Lightning bolt would do more damage.)"

"Could you teach me the bird spell?"

"(You need Air affinity to learn it. Other schools have equally pretty appearance, so don't worry about your affinity just yet.)"

The tribe finished their meal and drinks. Everyone was invited to sleep at the palace. They moved their supplies while Shaki’s crew cleaned up the rooms.

Slade rode Griscent's head because he couldn't climb the stairs. He was also tired from being the center of attention, thankfully Griscent's intimidating appearance let him rest.

He ended up in a room with a large furry mattress unrolled on the floor.

Metiva was sprawled on cushions. She puffed out the smoke from her pipe. "Well done, master."

The witches were laying around her. "We were waiting for you~"

Griscent put down the chonky pup and sat in a corner to silently watch over them.

The witches carried him to Metiva.

"The unrest should improve thanks to this great inauguration. Now, there is only one thing left…"

She brushed her waist without losing Slade from her gaze. Her fingers reached the thread of her loincloth and slowly pulled it. It revealed her naked body.

Slade froze. He rubbed his eyes, she couldn’t possibly have a dick.

And yet, she stood up with her erected futa cock, showing it off to the small chonky pup.

Wait! She has a bigger dick than me?!

"My, my. I don’t dislike your intense gaze. Do you want to stick your penis inside mine so badly?"

Just like female hyenas, she had a pseudopenis dangling between her legs.

Slade recovered from the shock. Shapeshifting as a gnoll gave him a new set of instincts. He could feel his lust rising from looking at the domineering pose of the Matriarch.

The witches groomed his back with their tongue. They leered at his loincloth, hiding the promised treasure.

Metiva put her pipe in an ash pot. Then, she crawled on four towards him and buried her snout on his chest, licking his fur.

"Hmm… You don’t want to join us?" She asked the Evil Eye.

"I must decline. Any more and my mind will break from Slade’s excessive lust." Griscent shook her tentacles.

"Heh?" The dumbfounded matriarch could not decipher the Evil Eye’s warning.

The witches cuddled Slade, while Metiva was left confused.

Slade and Griscent didn't report the spicy parts of the illusion. Only Violet seemed aware of it.

"Say Metiva… Is it all for the sake of your clan?" Slade had no intention to berate her or talk her out of it. He just felt a little bad about the circumstances.

Her arms wrapped around his neck. She pressed her snout against his.

"It's the opposite. My clan gives me a good excuse to go along with my selfishness. I am sure my fellow witches feel the same."

"Yeah… I don't eat as much as the other female warriors. I can't get hot if my partner is bigger than me. I can't let a brave little male get snatched right under my nose." A witch rubbed his butt.

Another witch nodded. "We can let the brutes have the big old guys. Let's keep the small cute one."

Huh? So they are like small guys who want smaller girls?

"On another note… Aren't you mad at me? At the dungeon? Gnolls died because of our attack and you were held by Griscent."

"Perhaps if I wasn't looking at the big picture…"

"I feel guilty for the fallen. Maybe everything would have gone better if we didn't resort to violence."

"Remember how Shaki forgave us for lying and betraying you when the beholders offered surrender? I don't have ill feelings towards you nor the dungeon."

"Even so…"

"Master, who's the most precious person to you?" Metiva asked.

"Heh? Maybe Griscent or Violet? I am unsure..."

"If something bad happened to Holloweye, you would try to save them first, right?"

"Yeah, I can't save everyone first at the same time."

"Exactly. I will put my family first, then my clan, my friends, my tribe, and my town. When the stakes are high, you must be able to protect your loved ones. So master, will you protect our children the same way you protected me from the rooks?"

"O-of course! I see now, protecting loved ones is a duty we can’t escape, even if it leads to conflicts. And you bear no grudge against others who fulfill their own duty."

"That is correct. Witches do not resent fate, they embrace it."

As if to illustrate her point, she pressed his face in her bosom. Her hands reached his loincloth to untie it.

"But that isn't to say that extending your generosity is bad if you can afford it."

She kneeled, lowering her head underneath Slade’s exposed penis.

"Master, thank you for saving me."

The witches’ eyes gleamed. They lay down in a circle around it. Their tongue stroked all over his balls and shaft, swathing him in drool.

"Hmm~ hehe" Slade was in fluffy heaven, his well deserved reward for protecting the clan.

"Ahh… Hmm..." The women purred as they tasted his pre-cum.

The door slammed open.

The dumbfounded gnolls stared at the entrance.

Violet blushed, holding a bottle of liquor they gave her.

Is she drunk?

Slade switched his focus into the slime core pressed against Violet’s neck like a scarf. "Are you okay Violet?" He feared a medical emergency.

Lorely was at her side, holding a warbanner and shaking in embarrassment.

A squad of harpy and female troglodyte pawns were behind them.

The warlock simply stared at them, muttering under her breath.

At Lorely’s signal, the harpies and troglodytes swooped in. They tackled the naked witches except for the Matriarch.

Metiva stood up naked. She was used to fighting other female gnolls over dominance, and was quite angry at being interrupted by Violet’s rudeness.

She bumped against Violet, engaging in a staring battle. "My clan needs some privacy."

"I- I…" Violet muttered.

Metiva growled. "Is this jealousy? You can’t spare us a single blob?"

Lorely grabbed the Matriarch’s wrists before she could shove Violet away from the room.

"Pathetic." She glared at Violet.

Violet slammed the door shut. "I- I'm calling dibs on Slade!"

The warlock cornered herself against the door. Her head hung low, ashamed of her unsightly display.

What kind of sovereign would act like that?

But pain gnawed at her heart. Wallowing in dark thoughts and jealousy, she bit her lips and shut her eyes.

Err- I can still blame the liquor.

Violet wanted to drown her worries, letting them fester and disappear along her decaying life. Instead, the alcohol gave her the daring impulse to let it all out.

A gentle voice pulled her back to reality.

"Don’t just stand there. Come closer, Violet!"

"Ah, yes…" She approached meekly.

"Lorely, please release them. There’s no need for violence."

Lorely sighed. Her pawns released their grips on the witches.

"You wish to mate with a gnoll?" Metiva cringed as if Violet was the worst piece of degenerate trash.

"Shut up! Slade ain’t no gnoll. He’s human! Like me!"