Abe vs Volt (1)

"Oh, wait..."

I paused and put the Bishop aside, then I approached Olga.

"You know, things may end up too hot, and I don't think it will be easy for me to come back," I caught her hand and rubbed her cheek.

"What're you talking about?" Olga's eyebrows wrinkled.

"There is always a twist, an unpredictable outcome, it will shift things to become complicated more than it should have," I leaned closer, my hand went around her slender waist and pulled her toward me, I whispered in her ear, "Volt and I may end up in a fight, and I fear he can kill me..."

Olga's eyes widened, I could sense the concern on her body, she said, "That... can't be true, right?"

"He will not have a good time, but chances are... it may happen."

Olga frowned, the pace of her breathing became unstable, it's not that she loved me, no, not going to happen near the present, but she had regarded me as an espousal; someone who would support her to win her cause.

Losing me meant she would either taking another step back or suffering thorough defeat, after all, she got no army left, let alone she's at the enemy's base at the moment, she wasn't afraid of Celestine, but she feared the Church would up to no good, especially after hearing their plan.

I smirked, there was always an opportunity to raise someone's affection, as a man with building a harem as his goal, Imma going to seize all.

"How about a small act for a lucky charm?" I whispered, my hand stroke the curve along her waist.

Her cheek reddened, she hesitated for a bit, and then said, "Do... do you want to do... 'that' before going?"

"Do what?" I couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

"You know... copulate..."

I laughed, snapping her eyebrows in response as she grit her teeth, said, "You... shut up, I... I am not going to ask again..."

"Oh, please don't stop, you can ask me all the time, yes is the answer," I said, "but it's a huge act for you, and a huge act for me, I need a small act for now."

"Well, what do you want?" Olga was puzzled.

The corner of my lips curled, said, "Your lips are steamy hot..."

"Mm?" Olga frowned, and then she understood my meaning, the redness on her cheek made a return.

"Can I? A pray of success from my wife?"

Olga's eyes were wandering left and right, then she glanced at me, and finally nodded.

I pulled her close to my body, she placed both hands on my chest, I gently leaned up and seized her cherry lips.

Celestine's cheek ripened, Chloe glanced aside, and the Bishop's face was pale.

"Mmm..." Olga moaned in our kiss, I tangled her lips with passion, assaulting as if wanted to devour, my hands marveled at the outline of her back and the soft feeling of her front.

"Haa," she gasped for air when our lips separated, her eyes were blurry, they appeared to be enchanted, I licked her lips in response and kissed her cheek.

"Protect her," I said to Chloe.

"Certainly, my King."

I approached Celestine and rubbed her head, said, "I'll leave them in your care."

"Of course, Abe," despite her words, I saw Celestine's eyes seemed a little unwilling.

"Okay, you can call me husband," I couldn't help but smile, and true enough, her eyes brightened on the spot.

"Un, Husband!" she said with a nod.

"Good Tina!" I laughed then went to the Bishop, teleporting with him toward Volt's camp.

...

Volt was tall, almost twice my height, he was herculean no doubt from the looks of his muscular arms.

A warrior with short black hair, few scars, and messy stubbles on his square face, the tone of his skin visualized the warpath he had gone through.

His armor clad in black, a piece of red protected his left shoulder, the long sword beside him was a twin in size with the owner.

As we arrived in the camp, I took the Bishop straight to Volt's tent, and during the strolls, my ears picked up the long groaning and moaning of women; a mix of pleasure and suffering.

What did the mercenary do? Didn't need the second guess, I did hope it's a role-play, but if it were real, this camp would have soon drowned in blood.

"Abandon the mission?" Volt frowned.

"Yes, there is no need to attack the Black Citadel anymore, the Legion has been defeated," the Bishop said, he had the tone of authority.

"My job is to assault and conquer the Black Citadel, I didn't give a shit if the Legion is all fucked."

"It is no longer possible, anyone is not allowed to enter the Black Citadel."

"Says who?"

The Bishop glanced at me like a scared cat, I said while facing Volt, "I am."

"Who the fuck are you?"

"King of Black Citadel."

Volt wrinkled his eyebrows, then he laughed, some of his mercenaries in the large tent also laughed except one guy, someone who stood on his right throne.

"If he's the King of Black Citadel, then I am the King of Eos, the Goddess is my whore, and the six women of Alliance is my bitches!" one of the mercenaries said.

"Hah, too small, for me, I'll be the Arc Bishop's master, I'll tell her to lick me all days!"

The mercenaries started to spout nonsense dirt, the Bishop looked upset, he mumbled, "Bunch of scoundrels."

"There is no King of Black Citadel; if you want to make up lies, at least use common sense, though I do admit it made my days," Volt said.

"I don't need to say more other than the Queen of Black Citadel is my wife and she has given the highest authority of Black Citadel, this is my warning to you to turn back," I pointed a finger.

"Well, whatever makes you float, but I won't change my mind, I'm gonna attack the Black Citadel," Volt shrugged.

"Even the Church is giving you order? Aren't you, their lapdogs?" I said.

Volt wrinkled his eyebrows, the mercenaries in the tent were still laughing, one of them said, "Yeah, we are no one dogs, keep bullshitting!"

"Bishop, the Alliance pay us, and promise us to reward for conquering Black Citadel, isn't that true?" Volt said.

"Right!" the Bishop said.

"Are you going to call it back?"

"..." the Bishop went silent, I kicked him till he laid on the ground, and while glaring at me with begrudging eyes, he said, "Yes, stop the assault."

"..." Volt went silent, and then he glanced toward his men, said toward them, "do you know how beautiful the Queen of Black Citadel?"

"Yeah!!! She's a high-class slut!!!"

"Do you know how beautiful the seven women of Alliance including the Goddess?"

"Best whores in the world!!!"

"With the Black Citadel under our grasp, we can annex and control more Savage Race, we can be unstoppable, we can have all riches and women we want, do you want to miss this chance?"

"Hell no!!!"

Then Volt grinned, he said toward the Bishop, "Then I am sorry, we don't care your yapping, the Black Citadel is ours."

He glanced at me, said, "If you want to be King of Black Citadel, you can join our company, everyone is its King once we conquer it."

I shrugged, "Sorry, there are no two kings in one kingdom, and I have no interest in sharing women."

"Too bad, everyone should get the piece of those amazing tight holes, people's life is equivalent."

"What you consider people are men, not women?"

"No, women are also people, but between man and woman has different roles; man is to ride, a woman is to be ridden," Volt smirked.

"Well, that's plain idiotic, but you aren't the first and certainly won't be the last."

"So I guess there is no need to waste time, you are going to force me, right? Don't tell you're going to go home and sobs?" Volt stood from his throne.

"That's the plan..." I said, "can't lose my dignity in front of my waifu."

I saw Volt grasped the handle of his broadsword, he took no effort to swing it with one hand.

"Either I die or you die?" I asked, my right hand shot out the sword energy.

"It's the drill, I only live to win, lose means death," Volt said.

"And once again, we agree to disagree..."