Conquest and Indulgence

Chapter 13 (Continued): Conquest and Indulgence

The warehouse fell silent, the echoes of battle fading into a tense, electric stillness. Blood pooled around the corpse of the fallen Slavemaster, the stench of death thick in the air — but none of them moved to clean it yet.

Instead, all eyes turned to Kael.

The Sovereign Core inside him thrummed with violent satisfaction, but another hunger now rose to the surface — primal, urgent, impossible to resist.

Kael's gaze swept over his women: the bloodstains on their skin, the heaving of their chests, the fire still burning in their eyes.

Talia was the first to approach — a predator's smirk curling her lips as she dragged her blood-slicked sword across the floor and tossed it aside. "Claim us, Sovereign," she whispered, voice thick with need.

Selene followed, cheeks flushed, her clothes clinging to her curves, damp with sweat and battle-lust. "We're yours," she breathed, the crackle of latent lightning still dancing along her skin.

Rina said nothing, but the look in her sharp eyes was challenge and submission woven into one.

Lira, silent as ever, merely sank into the shadows beside him, her hands sliding up his thighs, her mouth seeking his belt.

Kael let the tension snap.

He seized Talia first, crushing her against the nearest pillar, his mouth devouring hers with brutal urgency. She moaned into him, her fingers clawing at his back, desperate and wild.

Selene pressed against him from behind, her nimble hands freeing his manhood — thick, hard, throbbing with the storm inside him.

"Let me taste," she murmured, sinking to her knees.

Rina straddled a nearby crate, legs spread wide, one hand already teasing herself through the fabric of her torn leggings as she watched, panting.

Kael groaned as Selene's lips wrapped around him, her mouth hot and wet, tongue swirling with practiced hunger. Her hands cupped his balls, massaging them as she sucked harder, faster, determined to drive him mad.

Talia bit his shoulder hard enough to draw blood, then shoved her pants down, grinding her dripping slit against his thigh. "Fuck me," she snarled. "Take me like you own me."

"You already belong to me," Kael growled.

With a savage thrust, he bent her over the pillar and slammed into her soaked cunt, making her scream — a sound half agony, half ecstasy.

Selene didn't stop — she moved lower, licking at the junction where he and Talia met, moaning as she tasted both of them.

Rina slid closer, pulling her tight top over her head to bare perfect breasts that begged for Kael's mouth.

"Don't forget about me," she whispered.

He didn't.

One hand tangled in Talia's hair as he pounded into her mercilessly, the other grabbing Rina by the waist and hauling her closer. She straddled his thigh, grinding herself against him while he thrust deeper into Talia.

Lira, ever silent, slipped behind him — her cold, shadowy fingers finding his balls, caressing them with inhuman skill as she whispered dark promises into his ear.

Kael felt his climax approaching — but he refused to end it yet.

He yanked Talia off his cock, spinning her around and tossing her onto a pile of stolen silks. Without missing a beat, he grabbed Rina and impaled her instead.

She cried out sharply, nails raking down his chest.

Selene kissed her fiercely, sharing the taste of Kael between them.

Lira climbed onto the crate behind Kael, parting her legs around his waist, her soaking folds pressing against his lower back.

Kael felt like a god — surrounded by loyal, beautiful, lethal women who craved nothing more than to be filled by him, marked by him.

And he would give it to them.

All of them.

Tonight, they would know who ruled not just the battlefield...

But their very bodies and souls.

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Later, as they lay entangled amidst silks and spoils, Kael spoke, his voice low and commanding:

"We've struck a blow they can't ignore," he said, fingers idly tracing patterns across Lira's pale thigh. "The Slavemasters will regroup. Retaliate harder."

Selene propped herself up on one elbow, eyes gleaming. "Then we strike first."

Talia grinned fiercely. "We take their southern command post."

Rina sat up, already sharpening a new blade. "That post controls the trade routes. If we hold it, we control the city's blood flow."

Kael nodded slowly. "Good. And there's more."

He reached into a satchel beside him, pulling out a worn map.

"The southern post isn't just a military depot. It's where they keep the highborn slaves — daughters of merchants, noblewomen too defiant to be sold yet."

Selene's lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. "New blood."

"Powerful blood," Kael corrected. "Some of them trained in hidden arts. Weapons waiting to be claimed."

Talia licked her lips. "Or conquered."

Kael folded the map with finality, his Sovereign Core humming with anticipation.

"Prepare yourselves," he ordered. "Tomorrow night, we move."

His gaze burned over his women — sated but not content, fierce and hungry.

"And by dawn," he promised, "the city will have new queens."

And all of them would kneel only to him.