63 – Tournament! (II)
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PART 1 – Day 2!
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Hihye, with his beaming smile and attractive voice, kicked off the second day of the tournament.
The crowd was excited for another bloody and violent day. The first competitors of the day entered.
There were two women, both petite in stature yet possessing remarkable curves and muscles. One wielded a large sword that was bigger than her own; the other wielded two short swords.
When Hihye started the fight, the woman with the short swords rushed forward like a typhoon. Fast and fierce, she attacked her opponent, who used the great sword to protect herself.
The metallic clang resounded sharply.
Haaa!
The woman with the great sword screamed as a massive wave of force shot out, expelling her opponent, who flew up into the sky, somersaulting and landing deftly on the ground, only to shoot back down even more fiercely than before.
Her body seemed to darken for a moment, and she appeared behind her opponent, who felt her knees give way, putting her sword on the ground for support, trembling as blood dripped from her legs and the gaps in her armor.
The woman's wounds were so severe that she couldn't bear the pain and gave up. Priests rushed to heal her, as the damage to her organs was severe.
Skarla, who observed the fight, didn't find it surprising. Both women are powerful warriors; they demonstrated this in the first round. However, the difference was too obvious, and their styles also leaned toward one side.
The result was obvious; it was quicker than she expected, as she thought it would have lasted a little longer.
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The fights continued unsurprisingly, until it was the turn of someone Skarla had her eye on, Senah the Trorc.
Her opponent was a man wielding a rapier, tall and thin, with sharp eyes like those of a hawk.
“I beg you to give up. You're strong, but that's all you have to show for it. The difference in our levels and experience is too great.” - The man said in an eloquent tone full of arrogance.
“Humph! Are you going to fight or just talk shit?” - Senah snorted, spitting on the ground in pure contempt.
“If you act like a savage, you'll be killed like one.” - The man's eyes turned cold, and as the fight began, he stepped forward.
Magical power manifested itself, and suddenly the man leapt into the sky, rising almost 5 meters, then descending like a comet towards Senah. The tip of his rapier had an intense, deadly glow.
HAAAAA!!!
As he went for it, Senah roared and attacked with his axe. But even in the air, the man was as sneaky as a snake. His rapier sliding and dodging the axe, his body followed suit, and a precise blow struck Senah in the shoulder.
Pow!
A bang sounded, and Senah was thrown backwards, trotting and snarling with a hole between her chest and shoulder. She surprisingly stayed on her feet, snarling and glaring hatefully at the man who had landed.
“It's not too la-” The man tried to talk, but with only one arm, Senah swung his great axe at his opponent, who abruptly defended himself, an attack he hadn't expected.
CLANG!
A loud clang sounded as the man couldn't resist the power of the attack, stumbling and sitting on the ground, but he quickly rolled over and got up, anger flaring on his face. - “Okay, I'll kill you!”
Advancing, the rapier glowed cruelly, flames rising as the tip aimed for Senah's chest.
With a clenched fist, he punched the rapier, which pierced his fist. It was brutal and painful, the man stunned by Senah's savagery and unable to react.
Senah's axe came down powerfully; the man recoiled, but the attack still hit him and left a huge wound in his armor and chest. His whole body vibrated, and he managed to pull his rapier from Senah's grip.
To his misfortune, Senah was such a brutal savage that even with a huge scorched wound on her now deformed fist, she still parried it, ignoring the pain, and slammed it into his face.
This took him by surprise, and he thought about attacking her and finishing the fight with a blow to the heart. But the bloody fist was something he hadn't expected, which left him stunned. The stunned seconds were put to good use by Senah, who raised his axe to the man's groin and slashed mercilessly upwards.
A deep gash ran from the man's groin to his neck, his guts spilling out, blood spilling and mixing with the sand. The man fell to the ground dead, with no chance for the priests to heal him.
HAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
Senah roared triumphantly as she raised her axe, she looked at Skarla with a crazed smile, showing that she was even more motivated to win.
Zang, who had decided to watch Senah's fight, realized just how brutal she was. Luckily he gave up and was saved, or he would have died.
As for Senah's opponent, he was a knight from a noble family. The nobleman who sponsored him was shaking with anger, shame, and sadness at losing someone so strong and reliable.
Skarla was surprised by Senah's ferocity and madness. It's obvious that she hasn't used everything she has yet, as she expected to in this fight. But it didn't happen, and she won with sheer brute force.
“Are you going to recruit her?” - Letiphia asked.
“Yes. I can't let a talent like that get away. And if I don't take her, you will.” - Skarla laughed at her wife, who nodded. It's always good to have a pair of brutal muscles to protect your land.
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In the arena, a half-orc advanced powerfully with his club. Toru, son of Ilyria. A young man who has been attracting a lot of attention, but not because of his strength, which is nothing impressive, but because of who his mother is.
Many nobles are interested in him. Even if they don't like the idea of a half-breed in their families, especially an orc from the Krugar Mountains, as this young man is linked to Skarla and will certainly become her adopted son, they want to be the first to hand over their daughters.
Although Skarla goes against the nobility of the empire, she is a legend with frightening strength and has a Black Dragon as an ally. Many have heard the hatchling call Skarla mama.
Anyone can understand that dragons are the pinnacle of strength and wisdom in this world, right from birth. There's no way that a hatchling who inherits ancestral memories and knowledge can simply call a human mother.
As a result, this opened the door to misunderstandings that Skarla didn't resolve, leaving everyone to believe that Skarla and Gojira are a pair of legends, which automatically places them at the top of the continent's power.
Such power is in the hands of a small group of people who are not so loyal to the empire. It's only natural that nobles, especially greedy and unscrupulous ones, want to be on favorable terms with Skarla and Gojira, even if they have to hand over their granddaughters or daughters to an adopted bastard.
(Note: As the author, I can only say one thing: never underestimate Toru, the boy has a very high intellect and wisdom).
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A tall, white woman with scars and short red hair faces him. Keli is who Toru met the night before. - “I see we met too soon, but that's good.” - She smiled as she pulled out two hatchets.
“When I win, I'll take my prize!” - Toru clenched his fists, veins popping, and his focus rising.
“Hahaha~ let's see brat! First get out of diapers.” - Keli laughed, and as the fight began, they both ran towards each other.
With the upper hand, Keli unleashed two powerful blows in succession, one of which Toru easily defended and the other evaded. Seeing an opening, Toru quickly exploited it and threw a punch that hit Keli in the abdomen, twisting her face and knocking her feet a few centimeters off the ground.
Toru used his punch as leverage to pull back his club, which then advanced towards Keli's face. Keli, with her sharp eyes and both axes, defended herself effectively. The attack's power and her lack of support sent her retreating 2 meters, sliding, but returning to her feet.
“That was a good attack; it took me by surprise.” - Keli smiled as she wiped the saliva from her mouth.
“You'll give me good children.” - Toru said confidently, and Keli laughed.
What followed was a constant clash of their weapons, with Keli always looking for an opening. When it seemed that he would finally land a precise blow to the half-orc's body, he grabbed his wrist, preventing the axe blade from touching him.
There were four rounds of blows in a row without an attack that fit correctly. The pair stepped back, showing some slight fatigue.
“You're sweating a lot, kid. If you have so little energy, I think it's hard for anything good to come between us.” - Keli teased, even though she was out of breath.
“After the fight, I'll have enough energy.” - Toru, even though his breathing was irregular, had a very focused look that Keli found very attractive.
Toru advanced, the muscles in his body growing abruptly, a slight steam rising, and soon Keli was hit by a blow heavier than all the previous ones.
She tried to defend and then redirect the attack, as it was too sudden. However, she ultimately failed to do so due to her misjudgment of the timing. The blow hit her shoulder hard, and she ran out of breath as she felt something break.
Toru threatened a second blow, and Keli prepared to use her good arm to parry and dodge. But it was a feint from Toru, who turned his body and suddenly crashed into her.
Keli cried out in pain as Toru smashed into her injured side. She couldn't bear the pain and stumbled, falling on her butt. Just as she thought about getting up, Toru's club came down on her face, and she saw the young man standing proudly, smiling slightly.
Grunting in pain and laughing bitterly, she admitted defeat.
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“He wasn't so good yesterday. Did you do something?” - Calah asked Ilyria.
“Yesterday or today I didn't talk to him very much. But I've been teaching him many of the same things that Skarla taught me. You haven't felt any different, because you've learned those things too.” - Ilyria rolled her eyes but didn't hide her proud smile.
“I don't think it will be long before you become a grandmother. Toru seems to like her.” - Skarla accepted the wine that had been offered.
Ilyria looked down at the situation. - “My son is special. I don't mind him having a few dozen wives; the bigger the family, the better.” - She smiled.
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Aaron entered the arena; his opponent was the knight of an influential family.
“Syr Aaron, the count would be very grateful if you would back down.” - Said the knight calmly.
“I'll have to apologize to the count, but I can't embarrass my sister, Skarla, or my wife.” - Aaron smiled slightly.
“I understand.” - The knight replied and went into combat stance.
Aaron lunged forward with a powerful thrust of his shield after the fight had begun. His opponent wielded a halberd, which he discharged with magical power at the tip.
Boom!
An explosion resounded; the halberd was naturally magical. Aaron remained largely unaffected by the blast. He emerged from the smoke, brandishing his claymore. The knight defended himself with his halberd, pushing him away.
Aaron advanced powerfully, attacking with both his shield and his claymore. He forced his opponent onto the defensive, managing to block the incoming attacks until he found an opportunity, swinging his halberd, spinning it, and aiming for one of Aaron's legs.
Aaron's shield swiftly collided with the halberd's body, causing him to miss his blow. Unfortunately, Aaron failed to notice the smile on his opponent's face.
Boom!
A loud explosion reverberated, and the shield flew out of his hands. Aaron screamed in pain and fell back several steps.
“I ask that we end the fight here.” - Said the knight, waving his halberd with one hand, puffing out his chest, and bringing his other hand to rest on his breastplate.
Aaron, who had paused for a moment to catch his breath, stood up, wielding his claymore with both hands and changing his posture. - “That doesn't scare me; let's keep going!” - Aaron's eyes sharpened.
The knight nodded and advanced; having range as his advantage, he began a series of thrusts, surely activating some multiple attack ability.
But to his misfortune, Aaron activated one of the magic items in his possession. The knight's attacks came up against a shield that nullified all his attacks. The knight quickly understood that this is a protective enchantment against multiple attacks. Activating this situational enchantment amplifies its strength.
He ceased the ability and stepped back, whereupon Aaron fired a shot at the knight, who aimed a sweep with his halberd, in an attempt to knock him off balance or away. Aaron, surprisingly, had a sharp eye and changed the claymore's stance to almost slide across the ground.
His claymore met the halberd; a metallic clang sounded, and an explosion erupted. Aaron was already aware of the halberd's enchantment, which prompted him to activate another nullifying magic item, thereby neutralizing the explosion. His luck was that his magic item was higher in quality than the knight's.
The knight was planning to use the explosion to retreat and open up distance, but the explosion never came, so the claymore's guard collided with his chest, denting his armor, whereupon the pommel came up and hit him precisely in the chin, which was Aaron's target.
The knight grunted, falling back several steps and almost losing consciousness. He growled and spat out blood, along with a tooth. Then he raised his halberd and struck a heavy blow at Aaron, who came up against his attack, and an intense explosion engulfed them.
But out of the smoke, the knight flew, with Aaron chasing him and piercing his stomach with the claymore. The man's face contorted as he clutched the claymore, and his stomach shuddered as he looked Aaron in the eye.
Aaron pulled out his claymore, where he took an item from a small hidden pouch, a greenish crystal, and broke it over the profusely bleeding knight, a green powder falling on his wound, healing him. The priests came for better treatment.
Getting up, Aaron picked up his bloodied claymore before setting it on the ground and kneeling before Skarla, then picking up his rival's halberd and handing it to a soldier, then picking up his shield, which was far away.
(Author: I enjoyed describing this fight; it was very exciting, but it made me realize that I gave too many magic items to Aaron...)
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The last fight that Skarla found intriguing was that of Hackel in disguise.
His opponent was a Level 13 knight, and he was the favorite to win this fight.
“Lady, I ask you to desist. My Lord sees value in your abilities and is eager to recruit you. We don't need to waste our energy.” - The knight sent the invitation. He wasn't the first knight to do so.
“I'll have to decline.” - Hackel replied lightly while the long sword was in hand.
The knight narrowed his eyes at the refusal. - “What would be the reason? Do you really believe you can attract the attention of Marquise Verona or even win this tournament? Don't be silly; you're talented and strong, but there are limits to what a commoner can achieve, and you're far from having an appearance that men would fight to possess.”
Hackel narrowed his eyes but smiled. If only this knight knew who he was talking to. Most nobles, both men and women, lust for one of the empire's greatest beauties simply because of her figure. She, with her devilish body alone, has managed to attract the strong sexual interest of Skarla, who has no shortage of women.
Her beauty is enough to make a legend accept a bet to lose his vaginal virginity. Hackel held back from laughing at words that anyone would find absurd.
“Know that this was the best chance of your life; you wasted it; don't expect a good ending.” - The knight, humiliated by his lord's refusal, decided to take Hackel's life, for he must clear the name of his lord, who had reached out to a mere commoner who dared to refuse him.
And as soon as the fight began, he advanced mercilessly, wishing to give mercy to this foolish commoner who didn't understand what was best for her.
Hackel responded with a firm step forward and a powerful swing of his sword. It was simple, but sudden. Startled, the knight quickly used his shield to defend himself.
But what he saw shocked him. One of the best blacksmiths in the empire made his shield, and the sword seemed to vibrate as it passed through it. His armor didn't resist, and the blade slid through his body.
Hackel simply walked around him, keeping his sword behind his back, with no blood on it. Everyone was confused as to what had happened. The knight was wide-eyed, tears streaming down his eyes, wanting to understand how he had come across such a monster.
Using his remaining strength, he looked to where his lord lay, stretched out a hand toward him, and tried to speak. - “Princ-”
His voice was almost whispery; he begged the heavens to make his voice louder for his lord to hear. He recognized the style, the vibrating sword, and the exuding confidence. It was Hackel Zenirys.
As a knight, he tried to tell his lord that it wasn't time to continue the dispute, right up until his final moments. But it was too late, and the next thing he knew, half of him was on the ground, blood splattering everywhere and his eyes blacking out.
He felt wronged, but he also apologized for having said too much and annoyed the princess with the imperial family's treasures.
...
The nobleman, who had witnessed his knight die in an attack, stood up shocked, glaring with deadly hatred at Hackel, who only had eyes for Skarla.
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PART 2 – Banquet!
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There were few surprises during the day. But in the end, the remaining fighters numbered 40.
Yesterday there were around 200 competitors, but around 110 were eliminated, either through defeat, death, amputation of limbs, or, most commonly, recruitment.
Today the number has more than halved. Skarla made an effort to prevent deaths, which was noticed by many. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't prevent some deaths.
The knight, Hackel, was killed. Skarla had no idea that her sword had that capacity, which made it a breeze to split the armored knight like a hot knife through butter.
Senah was the same. Skarla was about to give the victory sign and push them away. However, Senah's attack came much faster than she had anticipated; she attempted to halt it, but the blade was already halfway through, leaving her with no choice but to surrender.
No one blamed her, not least because she had saved many people, and many nobles were grateful for that. But there were those who vehemently believed that Skarla had something against them, which was why she hadn't saved their knights or representatives.
These people don't understand that Skarla is not God... yet.
Anyway, the banquet took place. Everyone who received an invitation yesterday was able to attend and participate in the celebration. There were many who didn't come the night before but decided to come today, most of them knights.
They were at their lord's command to try to recruit some individuals who had taken refuge in Skarla's wings.
Soldiers warned that the feast was a celebration of the struggles, the lives lost, and the glory gained. Even if they had fought to kill each other today, they were not enemies and could become travel or life companions.
That was Skarla's warning to them. If they tried anything that displeased her, they would suffer the consequences. As a result, their approach was lighter.
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In one of the mansion's many rooms, Toru wasted no time, carrying Keli on one shoulder, oblivious to the glances thrown at him and others. Keli could only laugh with a mug in her hands.
It didn't take long for the intensity in the room to begin. Toru was a savage, and Keli saw that, in addition to being great in the arena, he was a beast in bed. That day, she was defeated by him twice.
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Aaron Revenor visited this location again. He was a little embarrassed because he had found Skarla's letter and knew when she had arrived. He thought of a way to look less awkward, so that's when he remembered that he could bring his wife.
So he did, bringing Leslye Revenor, his beloved and beautiful wife, who had recently changed her hairstyle.
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For Aaron, he believes that marrying Leslye was one of the best things he's ever done in his life. In addition to being an incredible woman in love, she's so intelligent that he's able to leave much of the running of the family to her.
The family has greatly benefited from her financial and other control.
As Skarla had given permission, he brought her with him, and the guards didn't stop him.
Understanding what the event is about—something casual for the fighters. Both didn't come dressed up. Naturally, they wore their share of extravagance, but it was relatively casual and revealing, a common clothing choice in this world. Additionally, the weather was hot, requiring their bodies to breathe.
Aaron also wants to show everyone his beautiful wife, of whom he is very proud. For him, even Letiphia doesn't measure up to his wife. None of Skarla's women are even close.
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After arriving at the banquet, Leslye noticed that the fighters around them were already celebrating and enjoying themselves. It's not an event she enjoys, but she sees a lot of value in it.
“Darling, it would be in your interest to take some of the warriors here as your mistress. The majority of the women are commoners who came here for that purpose. Because of Sasha, you are even more attractive to these commoners.”
Aaron frowned. - “I see no reason for that. There's very little we can get from them.” - She nodded, wanting to put that aside.
"Politically, that's the case, but darling, think with me. These women are strong warriors, the best in their field; if they undergo rigorous training, they will become even more exceptional. If we manage to bring 1 or 2 to our side, we will have a huge advantage in 2 or 3 years. With 2 incredible specialists serving our family, their lineage would also be stronger, because unfortunately, I believe I can only give you intelligent children; the strength will have to come mainly from you, but these commoners can give you stronger children who will serve as support for ours.”
“And also... I've heard that Skarla has been greatly expanding her influence in the Krugar Mountains and will probably soon officially proclaim it as her own. Given our status as the Revenor Family, we could potentially assist Skarla in her rebuilding efforts. By leveraging our relationship with Sasha, we could potentially acquire more land than we currently possess in the Duchy. Our family could grow, and having a few strong women to strengthen the family would be a necessity.”
Aaron wasn't thinking that way, but he was grateful for the words and agreed immediately.
“I see you have an incredible wife. You didn't lie.” - A calm voice drew the astonished couple to where they found the big, beautiful, muscular woman.
Leslye was intimidated, but she mustered the courage to bow respectfully in greeting before speaking. - “Marquise, it's an honor to meet you, but eavesdropping on other people's private conversations is not something worthy of your position.”
“I apologize for that, but it's just that my senses are so acute that I hear everything and everyone inside the mansion, and the same applies to the coliseum. Because of this, I was able to avoid some bastards trying to poison the wine and food in an attempt to damage my reputation.” - Skarla laughed slightly as she apologized.
Her words were quite shocking.
“But, Lady Leslye, your words are very interesting. I heard from Sasha about her brother's wife being a frightening, but at the same time, incredible woman. After a few glances and a little listening, I understood that it was true. Sir Aaron, you're a lucky man.” - Skarla smiled.
Aaron smiled radiantly, as praising his wife is something he particularly loves to hear. Leslye, knowing how her husband feels, hugged his arm to try to calm him down. - “I'm honored by your words, but would you have anything to add to what I said?”
“Nothing in particular. I see a lot of sense in your words, and in fact, most of the women here who aren't members have come with the intention of being received into noble families or knights. Yesterday, there were many more women, most of whom accepted the invitations as soon as they saw that they had nothing to do with me or Holga. The few that remain are the more ambitious ones who haven't given up on getting my attention, who want to win the tournament, and, of course, who want to catch up with those in higher positions.”
“I see I'm not the only one who's thought of recruiting them. Do any of them interest you? Then we can take our eyes off them.” - Leslye laughed lightly.
“With the exception of Senah and Hatz, the rest don't interest me. The third one who caught my eye turned out to be a coward. I was very disappointed with the outcome of that fight.”
“I know who you're talking about. She was one of the favorites, but who knew that when she faced someone a little stronger, she would become so...” - Leslye searched her mind for a word. - “Pathetic?” - Skarla added, and Leslye accepted.
“It was a shame, really. But I hope you'll take your eyes off the two I mentioned. Even before I met you, I was going to recruit young Zang, the archer who faced Senah yesterday.” - Skarla smiled slightly, meeting the green-haired young man.
“I saw some of his fights before the tournament began. Your aim is truly exceptional; I know you'll be able to draw the young man out with ease.” - Leslye smiled, and Skarla nodded, ready for it. - “Excuse me, but before you go, what do you say about the mountains?”
“What in particular?” - Skarla smiled.
“We know you'll proclaim it yours; it's something that's been discussed a lot; we just don't understand why you haven't done it yet. But my main question is: Will you need support to expand your influence in the mountains? If you do, how about inviting our family?” - Leslye's eyes flashed in a sharp tone.
“Ambitious, I like that.” - Skarla smiled, really liking Leslye; unfortunately, she's already married, even if that hardly stops anyone in this world from getting what they want. - “I'll see no problem when I start to expand my forces into the mountains and bring civilization there; I'll take in some merchant groups and families. But I'll need loyalty, and I don't know if you can provide that.”
“Don't talk like that; we're practically family.” - Leslye laughed.
“Let's not beat around the bush. We've had our conflicts, you wanting to use my name through Sasha to marry her into some noble family because she's my disciple. Me refusing and thwarting your plans. I know you must hate and despise me, but let me make one thing clear. I come from a place with different rules and culture; if my disciples love each other and want to be together, I will make it happen, and I didn't accept those weaker than me trying to force me into something; it only makes me want to crush them more.”
“We play tug-of-war. I don't know what your plans are for participating in the tournament, but I won't be antagonistic towards anyone. But if I want a piece of the mountains, I'll have to know if they can be trusted.”
Leslye smiled. - “Then we'll just have to show what we're capable of. I'll certainly show you.” - Her smile was confident and seductive, and she had left her husband's field of vision to give Skarla that look.
Skarla laughed. - “I'll wait and see. May your fights be blessed, Aaron.”
Aaron smiled his thanks. Leslye leaned into her husband and said. - “Let's talk to some of them and then plan how to win Skarla's trust.”
Hearing his wife's words, Aaron smiled, and they both went in search of potential concubines to strengthen their family. But little did Aaron know that a conversation was taking place right next to him.
[It's me. Listen carefully; I'll be making some proposals for you. I've looked into you and I know your story. You're the bastard daughter of a Marquise family, very talented from an early age, but with the death of your father, your older sister succeeded and expelled you, sending you to one of the Baron-level side families, which gave you to the Revenor Family as an object of exchange."].
["Your abilities and beauty placed you in a very good position in the family. I've heard that you not only manipulated your husband, who appears to be your pet, but also influenced the previous family leader. I heard you even slept with him; is that true? Blink longingly if you are; don't lie to me; I'll know."]
Leslye gritted her teeth and then blinked longingly.
["As I expected. Don't think I'm humiliating you or mocking you; in fact, I appreciate an ambitious woman who will do anything to prosper and be great. I've seen the miracle you've worked on this family's land in such a short time, increasing the family's finances almost fivefold and raising their profile among the common people."]
["Your skills are enviable; you even attracted Letiphia's attention and naturally mine. Understand that if it weren't for your children, Letiphia would have purchased you from the Revenor Family long ago to become the concubine of one of her sons. It's a shame you got pregnant too soon."]
["But I frankly don't care about such things. Aaron is a decent man in terms of ability; his personality is shit. Aaron's arrogance and overconfidence in his abilities and appearance don't pique my interest. To be honest, I'm only giving you this opportunity because of you. I see value in you, but I also see your danger."]
["You'll have two options. The first is that I'll give you the opportunity to follow me; I'll give you a small territory, a little bigger than the one you have now. If Aaron puts in his best effort and follows me initially, he could potentially rise to the rank of a Viscount in the eyes of the empire. Understand that I only need months to create someone on Aaron's level; given a few years, I can create even stronger individuals, so I don't need an arrogant brat just because he knows how to use a sword and has been successful in life, even if it's because of you."]
["The second option, you'll be my little trophy. According to the method of government I'll be implementing in the mountains, your intellectual, government, and financial skills will surpass your martial skills by a significant margin. I'll give you difficult positions, but you'll adapt, and if you do as well as I hope you will, you'll be able to reach a level of power no lower than a Duke."]
Leslye's eyes widened slightly, but she regained her composure. Her heart raced as she tried to hide her face and make an excuse to get away from her husband.
“What do I have to do? Do I have to become your wife and abandon Aaron?” - Leslye's eyes sparkled as she whispered, knowing that Skarla was listening.
["No. Actually, I don't care if you stay with Aaron or not; the second option and the merits will be yours alone. You'll be acknowledged for your abilities, but since I'll be providing you with opportunities to shine, it's understandable that some may perceive this as a sexual favor. But I don't care, and I'll really want that. You attract me in a dangerous way, Leslye. I don't want you as a wife or concubine; you're too dangerous, and I won't give you that opportunity, but I will allow you to create your own power, to be a different entity from the Revenor Family, and all you have to do is spread your legs for me and let me use you, both body and talents."]
["This option is the only way I can trust you. Let's say it's a test. I don't care about Aaron or the act of betraying him. I like your ambition and abilities; that's why I want you, and I'll be able to relax knowing the strong bond we'll have."]
["Normally I wouldn't give such an invitation; I'm not an unscrupulous woman who targets other people's spouses. However, I believe Aaron is too pathetic and mediocre for a woman of your caliber. So I think it's a waste, but of course, if you want to choose his love and attention instead of being used by me as a plaything for my benefits, in exchange for a high position and the freedom to make whatever decision you want."]
["I'll have a soldier hand over the keys to two rooms, one of which will be for your husband to make the connection with his future combat concubine; see it as a gift to speed things up. The other room will be for you, the passionate wife, who doesn't want to see her husband with another woman but sees the need to have these women by his side. Fool him like you always have; I know you can. If you accept the second option, leave the window open and you'll know what's going to happen, but if you accept the first option, leave it closed and go to sleep. Live your life being loved by Aaron and watch him reach the position of Viscount, while you'll be a Viscount's wife at best."]
Leslye narrowed her eyes, casting a glance at the smiling Skarla, who was turning to leave with a rather excited green-haired young man.
["Love or ambition, which is more important to you?"]
The alluring voice caused Leslye's heart to race.
She looked at her husband trying to attract the warrior, where she smiled and went forward to help him finalize the conquest, as he wasn't very good at dialogue.
As for her decision, she had already made it.
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PART 3 – Ambition! (+18)
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Fooling Aaron wasn't difficult. Leslye is already the mother of four children, three boys and one girl. It hadn't been long since she had conceived the child, who was in her servants' care.
All she had to say was how she wanted Aaron to have fun. She said she knew how her husband held himself when he was with her because she was so weak that he could break her. Then she asked him to enjoy himself and not to bother with her, saying that as soon as morning came, she would return to look after their newborn daughter.
Aaron said as soon as she returned, he would ask someone to take her. But Leslye said that as Skarla had prepared two rooms, it was appropriate to show respect and trust. Aaron didn't quite understand what this implied, but as his trusted wife, he accepted it.
Leslye helped him persuade a beautiful warrior, imbuing her with dreams and ambition. His wife was truly incredible, making this beautiful warrior that many noble families had their eye on agree to become his concubine.
Aaron was foolish not to pay attention to his wife's actions; it just shows how much control Leslye has over her husband. He didn't even bother to find out which room she would be staying in, believing it to be the empty room next door.
But as soon as he entered the room with his future wife, he saw her undressing and exposing her toned body. He admits he needed that. Leslye is beautiful and delicate, but after four children, her body has changed a lot, even if she remains attractive and charming.
But now, facing a beauty with a muscular body and wonderful curves, he realized the weakness of his flesh. But inside, his love belonged solely to Leslye.
...
Leslye was strangely calm. She sat on the bed with the window wide open. Her attention then fell on a desk, a note, and vials. One was a lubricant, the other an endurance potion, and the last, for those with a larger frame, an elasticity potion.
She calmly read the note on the bottles, then heard something, and when she looked up, she saw a huge figure crouched in the window. Sharp eyes turned towards her.
Leslye stood up and calmly walked over to Skarla, who had not yet entered the room. - “Out of respect for what little decency I have left, I'll give you one last chance.”
“Close the window, and none of this will be just a little dream that didn't come true. Go back to your children, as well as the man who loves you like a puppy. Or carry on as you are and be used by me until the end of your life; there will be no love between us, only sex, money, and privilege.”
Leslye had a solemn look on her face; her mind didn't think much, but she wanted to know one thing. - “My children, what will become of them if I agree to be your plaything?”
Skarla smiled and looked in one direction. - “I have two sons by blood and three more to come. I have a disciple whom I have accepted as an adopted daughter, two more half-breed orc children who are Makaulu's children, whom I will take in as my own if they wish, a dragon cub who is very attached to me, the son of one of my wives, Toru; you've seen him fight before. I welcome everything and everyone with open arms; your children will not be my responsibility, but I assure you that even without me, you will have the power to protect them, whether they are Aaron's children or his father's.”
Leslye narrowed her eyes. - “Do you even know that?”
“No. But I assumed. 1 or 2 of your children must be Aaron's father's; otherwise, the old man wouldn't be so loving with his grandchildren, would give everything to his son Aaron, who only knows how to fight, and would maintain such a long-term relationship with you, even knowing the problems that would bring.” - Skarla laughed, realizing that this family is more horrible than anyone could imagine.
“What if we have children?”
Skarla laughed. - “Unlikely, but should you be graced with a child of my own, the situation would change. Your privileges would increase greatly, and naturally the child would be raised by me; whether you wanted to be present in its life or not would be your choice, but my children would be mine.”
Leslye closed her eyes, but then opened them resolutely, dropping the revealing garments she was wearing, exposing her slender physique, milky white skin, so soft and beautiful, as well as light tires on her belly and large breasts full of breast milk, where with the exception of her eyebrows and hair, all the rest of her body was clean shaven.
With that answer, Skarla went downstairs, and there was no turning back.
Her clothes unraveled, revealing before Leslye's eyes a body etched with scars, perfectly proportioned in muscle and femininity. Despite her intimidating presence, Leslye's attention was drawn to the object between Skarla's legs.
Even though she had seen bigger penises, this one was the largest she would ever receive.
A hand touched her face, pulling Leslye from her thoughts. She looked into Skarla's eyes, seeing a possessive desire. She understood what would become of her in the future, but her desire to be a powerful woman who can trample on others is greater than the desire to have a husband who loves her. She believes that the only love she needs is from her children, so she will do anything to ensure that they have the best possible future.
The firm hand grazed her buttocks, effortlessly lifting her body, pulling her to the point where her breasts met Skarla's massive ones, and their lips met.
Leslye didn't hesitate, nor was she surprised. With all her skill and passion, Leslye kissed Skarla, hugged her tightly, and struggled against the invading soft, delicious tongue.
She shuddered as fingers invaded her vagina and anus. Her breathing intensified, and soon the kiss stopped. She gasped slightly and watched this beautiful face belonging to one of the most powerful people on the continent. - 'Look how far I've come... I'll never give up this opportunity. Never!'
Skarla picked up the vials from the table and handed them to Leslye. - “You'll need this.” - That was all Skarla said, and she just swallowed, feeling the immediate effects.
Leslye was soon lifted up and found herself spinning in the air before being flipped upside down, her hands coming up against Skarla's hard, lean abdomen, but her eyes only fell on the massive, still flabby monster.
She was being held by the waist, where she soon felt warm air hit her pink, swollen, and soft vagina. A kiss came, followed by an invading tongue that spread her swollen vaginal lips, penetrating her and reaching places that gave her an electrifying sensation.
Slimy sounds came, Skarla devouring her pussy. Leslye wondered when her husband had last performed oral on her. She was unable to remember; having a giant, muscular woman sucking her pussy like never before in her life made it difficult to think.
Her attention then fell on the rising member. Her arms moved forward, and she touched it, feeling its stiffness and warmth. She suppressed her moans.
“No need to hold back; let go.” - Skarla laughed, soon sucking on Leslye's clitoris, who let her moan escape without restraint.
Leslye looked at the huge member, bringing it closer to her face, smelling its strong scent, and rubbing her face to experience the texture. Since she was already doing this, she decided to make the most of it.
Her tongue extended, sliding along the thick length, caressing it, and then bringing her lips to the huge, pink head. She knew that even with the potions she wouldn't be able to get it down her throat; she didn't have enough constitution for that. But she was able to receive the thick head on her lips, which expanded to wrap around it as much as possible. She entwined her tongue, trying to lick it to the fullest extent possible.
Soon Skarla lay back on the bed, enjoying some more of that delicious pussy. It's a strange and unique sensation to do this with Leslye. A toy that she has decided to accept.
Her light growls were audible. Leslye was doing a fantastic job sucking and masturbating his cock.
Soon she was thrusting further, her lips separating from the massive member. She glanced at Skarla and, with her back to her, started to rise, fearlessly inserting the penis into her vagina.
Leslye is a woman who doesn't hesitate. She's learned the difficult way that hesitation can take away everything she's achieved.
Skarla then watched her plump ass descend, her vaginal lips expanding to receive his huge member. Leslye trembled intensely, her eyes rolling back in amazement, her heart racing, but her determination and ambition were superior to all that.
Her body came down harder, her hands meeting his abdomen, deformed by the massive member. She shuddered, eyes rolling back and strong squirts coming from her pussy. It was driving her crazy.
The massive, strong member was pulsing inside her, all of it filling her. It was enough that even though she lost her balance and senses, which could have caused her to fall, it kept her firmly on her feet.
Skarla smiled, arms behind her head, and proudly put strength into her cock so that Leslye wouldn't fall over.
Having regained her senses, Leslye looked at her body as it stood, making her bite her lips before leaning forward, each movement making her shudder and almost have another orgasm. She gripped Skarla's toned thighs and began to push herself up.
Skarla watched as Leslye struggled to climb off his cock. Leslye's vagina, tightly sealed, tugged as it rose. Leslye's body trembled violently as she gasped, and she continued to emit squirts from her vagina. She was causing a chaotic scene.
When she reached the halfway point, she came down, unable to take any more.
AAAAHH!
She screamed, her eyes rolling back, and her face drunk with maddening pleasure.
It took her some time to recover, and with increasing desire, she climaxed, going further and coming less, but as soon as she came down and let out a loud howl, the most intense orgasm of her life followed, a powerful squirt that soaked Skarla's legs even more.
Skarla was loving it. Watching every detail of Leslye going crazy on her cock. From here, she gained confidence in her ability to keep this ambitious woman under control. All she needs to do is push her boundaries to the point where her only desire, aside from power, is for his massive cock to destroy her mind.
But it was time for the event to intensify.
Leslye felt a hand grab her neck, followed by the sensation of heat filling her back as the strong arm wrapped around her. She understood that Skarla was impatient.
For the first time in years, she feared something. She looked shakily at Skarla, who smiled, bringing her legs together and raising her body.
Leslye's trembling eyes rolled back as emptiness filled her body. Her body rose, and suddenly the sensation stopped, before she heard a bang louder than any explosion she had ever heard before.
Plap!
With a single thrust, Skarla's groin firmly kissed her ass, causing her to roll her hips and further entangle her tight, soft insides.
Leslye didn't scream or moan; she just let out a high-pitched grunt as her whole body contracted, a new record orgasm rushing forward compared to the previous one.
Skarla hugged her body, which seemed so small to her. She began to pull back and thrust vigorously.
Then, Leslye's previously suppressed sounds, seemingly against her will, began to intensify and spiral out of control. She let out guttural howls and screams filled with pure ecstasy, a pleasure so diabolical it defied human comprehension.
But Skarla is not to blame. The culprit is Leslye, who, in a world where there are beings with such huge cocks, never prepared herself in advance to receive something that horses would normally receive.
Now, this is the result of her lack of preparation. She had the most intense sex of her life, experiencing continuous orgasms, which only heightened her desire for more.
And Skarla gave her more. She thrust intensely with her formerly milky-white buttocks, which rippled vigorously like a stormy sea, now red from so many collisions.
It was painfully pleasurable. Her once calm and seductive face now bore an addled smile.
Leslye no longer uttered words; only bestial sounds were heard as her world was filled with Skarla's cock.
She soon found herself in a comfortable position, lying face down on the bed with her ass thrusting continuously, a strong hand pressing her head against the soft bed, and the intense, wet sound of a monstrosity destroying her pussy resonating.
Aaron would never be able to give her an orgasm again. He couldn't surpass Skarla due to his lack of skill.
If she were able to think clearly in the midst of all this ecstasy, she would declare that she would abandon everything and everyone to become Skarla's slave. She would acknowledge the futility of her previous experiences and embrace her role as his plaything for the remainder of her life, regardless of the task assigned to her, provided the reward was a monstrous cock that would erase all significance from her wretched existence.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Skarla tensed up, veins popping and emitting a low growl. She ejaculated, and in an instant, Leslye's crushed uterus was drowned in her white, viscous liquid.
Pulling back, Skarla watched as his massive cock struggled to escape this tight, greedy pussy. But when it escaped with a popping sound, massive amounts of semen flowed out as her pussy futilely tried to close itself.
Smiling in delight, Skarla moved on to the next part of her plan. She turned Leslye over, who had already lost consciousness and whose abdomen was deformed due to the large volume of semen still being expelled from her pussy.
Skarla then pushed her closer to the headboard. She then threw down several pillows, pushed the bed to face the window, and then climbed in. She soon sat down on the pillows, where she used her energy to strengthen the pillows so that they wouldn't sink under her weight.
Then his testicles fell onto Leslye's face, which was assaulted by the strong, manly smell. His massive penis pulsed, and then with his energy, almost like telekinesis, he pulled Leslye's legs together.
Skarla seemed to be sitting on a bench, Leslye's legs between her knees, and as a result, her ass was thrusting towards the window.
[“Come to the room on your left, through the window.”] - She sent a message. It took a few seconds, but soon a female figure appeared, climbing through the window and staring dazedly at the situation in the room.
Hackel, in his disguise, shuddered, his penis throbbing in his pants as he watched Skarla and the destroyed bitch below her. At that moment, the only sound audible is the sucking sound from Skarla's testicles.
Hackel swallowed his saliva with his heart racing. One of Skarla's hands went down to Leslye's reddened ass, grabbing it before bringing her fingers up to the pussy that was blinking hard to close, then slipping her index finger into the anus, then slipping another finger in to open it before Hackel's eyes.
“Whether you win this tournament or not, this is the state you'll be in. I'll have no mercy... I think the reason I caught this bitch is your fault; you got me too excited with that bet and all the teasing we did.” - Skarla laughed lightly. - "Unfortunately, I'm a woman of my word, so let's wait until this tournament is over so I can destroy your brain!”
Hackel said nothing, just watching as Skarla pulled Leslye's ass closer to his massive cock. Skarla took some potions from her storage item and used her telekinesis to make Leslye swallow their contents.
Next, she lifted her body further and pulled Leslye by the ass, fitting into her tight anus while Leslye lay upside down, feeling her anus being rimmed.
Hackel watched the hitherto unknown woman being lifted up like an object, and then the massive cock that steals all the attention disappeared into that tight anus.
She saw Leslye writhing and spasming violently, then howling gutturally as her insides were filled.
Skarla, treating Leslye's ass like an object, pulled and pulled her hips back before thrusting both of them against each other. It resulted in an intense collision that made even Hackel shudder with fear and anticipation.
Skarla looked into his eyes and smiled, making expressions of ecstasy, so beautiful and sensual, while at the same time destroying the ass of someone who Hackel believed was just a servant girl Skarla had picked up to tease her.
She also managed to tease her a lot. Hackel wanted to run and push this bitch off, then throw herself on that huge cock. But a monstrous force stopped him in his tracks, where all he could see was Skarla's provocative smile.
Hackel felt her heart close to exploding, and, unable to bear it, she touched herself. Holding the large, soft breast, in anger and frustration, she tore off her own clothes. His penis had long since fallen out of his pants, somehow slipping into his shirt and pressing against his beautifully toned abdomen.
Her shirt tore open, revealing her big, thick, and beautiful member beneath her pants. Biting her fleshy lip in anger, she leaned her ass against the window, squeezed his perfect breasts, and masturbated his big, thick cock.
She watched with great envy as this woman howled so melodiously and incredibly, her ass being destroyed by Skarla. This is her wildest dream.
Skarla was howling in ecstasy; Leslye was already losing count of how many orgasms she'd had; she knew that somehow there was someone here, but she didn't have time to think about such things.
It was the most joyous day of her life, and she could feel her ass being torn apart.
When her body finally released, she fell hard to the floor like a doll, writhing and spasming melodiously as her anus struggled to close.
Skarla then fired heavy jets at Hackel, who was taken by surprise, her abdomen dripping white as Skarla had a delicious orgasm.
Hackel couldn't stand it and accelerated his masturbation, but his hands stopped; something stopped him, and he was tortured.
Skarla got off the bed, slowly moving towards Hackel, who shuddered in anticipation. The strong smell of his body was so appealing; she looked at him with immense desire, gazing at those beautiful breasts and his huge cock, reaching out to take hold of it.
Skarla's light laughter sounded as she leaned over Hackel, putting part of her body out of the window. She instinctively held onto the window to keep from falling.
Aah~
Her moan echoed when she felt the strong grip on her cock; she almost came just from being touched by Skarla. She laughed as she brought her face close to her ear. - “Don't make me wait too long.” - Was all she said before moving her fist.
Hackel rolled her eyes in pure delight as Skarla masturbated her with a firm but delicate touch. So delicious that she didn't hold back, cumming within seconds, and Skarla's palm went to the head of his cock, receiving the loaded shots.
She rolled her eyes in ecstasy as her hips shuddered. She felt a hand slide down her semen-slicked abdomen as the orgasm ceased; thick fingers invaded her mouth and pushed the semen mixture inside, causing Hackel to suck intensely in delight.
Skarla smiled, lightly biting his ear, and spoke. - “If it hadn't been for the mask, I would have kissed you.” - Skarla laughed, and Hackel gave her a look of frustration, about to rip the mask off.
But as soon as Skarla took a step back, Hackel felt a repulsive force, and her body was thrown out of the window, shocking her. However, she turned around and was thrown onto the bed in her room.
[“I do not give you permission to return.”] - Skarla's voice resounded in her mind, Hackel still trying to understand what was happening, only to hear a loud crashing sound, the bed pushed into the wall separating the rooms.
The dome of noise suppression, which had previously enshrouded Leslye's room, now engulfed Hackel's as well, enabling him to vividly perceive the powerful sounds of Skarla's devastation of this fortunate individual.
Even though she had just come, she couldn't contain her excitement. With her back pressed against the wall, she clenched her nipples and indulged in masturbation, relying solely on her imagination to convince herself that she was the one suffering.
The torture went on for a long time.
......
When morning came, Hackel took a potion to prevent sleep from affecting him and slept for a few hours.
When she left to go to the bathroom, she took the opportunity to look out of the window, wanting to see what was going on inside. She saw Skarla smiling with the slut in her arms. They fucked all night!
Hackel growled and left.
Skarla, smiling with satisfaction at having teased Hackel, looked at her destroyed toy. Then, she took off with her in her arms, establishing a safe haven for Leslye before sending her back home.
...
Leslye returned to her residence at dawn; she was exhausted but strangely radiant.
She picked up her newborn daughter and ordered herself to leave her child alone. Alone with her child, she shuddered with delight, recalling the vivid images of what had transpired in her mind.
She laughed, understanding Skarla's confidence with her second choice.
“My dear, Mama will pave a glorious path for you. If her children are as amazing as she is, you'll be the happiest woman in the world.” - Leslye laughed, already thinking about how her darling daughter would grow up with one of Skarla's children.
She will manipulate to make it happen. Skarla took her knowing her abilities and intentions, so she will certainly prepare for it.
Leslye laughed, thanking Sasha for this opportunity. She also mocked Sasha for choosing Holga over Skarla. How can you exchange diamonds for coal?
The surprising thing was that at no point did she think about Aaron. She thought of each of her precious children, the only ones she believes she loves in this life, but she didn't think of Aaron, because he was just a shield she used.
But if what Skarla promised comes true, she won't mind throwing him away.