Ghoul King's Harem



Time seemed to flow like sand through his fingers for the next five days as he would take Zilna, Venri, and two other women into that dark forest—they didn't meet the dark elves or Denmar again after the first meeting.

Instead of fighting strange beasts with six limbs and razor-sharp teeth that loved to eat living humans.

Their claws filled with a strange toxin that caused people's muscles to relax, leaving them frozen on the ground as an easy meal to be devoured while still awake.

Alexander didn't take the first chests dropped from killing the dark elves, instead giving the lowest level one to the woman who quietly supported them—her skilled dismantling and accurate archery was worthy of taking the best box.

'But I gave that to the princess; if I don't show respect to her, then it would affect their discipline, and they might start to become rebellious.'

The Venri, Zilna, Alexander and four female warriors wandered in the dark forest's inner reaches.

Having learned more of his previous naive thoughts, they all wore protective clothing; the women even wore thick body stockings under their armour to avoid any poisonous or deadly spines from piercing their flesh.

Venri, Zilna and Katrin were fine; after five days, he kissed them so often that their bodies were close to becoming complete ghouls.

Especially Venri, who he would take into the kobold forest to devour them to improve their bloodlines, now only a few away from advancing to stages 2 and 3, respectively.

Alexander was surprised that Katrin came to his room on the third night.

At that time, he was mid-intercourse with Venri, as she wore only a light pink nightgown before slipping his entire member into her cleavage while using her tongue skillfully; he planned not to make her his Vesta.

'That girl used her body to seduce me well... Sometimes a little lewd of a Vesta is nice, and she treats Venri, who has no family, like an elder sister...'

After that night, the trio's teamwork and sense of unity improved greatly, as her skin became more luscious, her archery and eyes more accurate and evolved as his room now sounded with the melodic and pleasant voices of two females for several hours before sleep.

'Quite a few of the knights looked at Katrin with envy...'

He slowly stepped through the slimy and disgusting marsh, the scent causing even his ghoul nose to burn.

"Are you all following well? Watch your steps."

"Yes, leader!"

"Ok, master!" 

Zilna watched the trio with a slightly bitter look; although she knew her time was soon approaching, her room was beside them.

She knew exactly how often Venri and even the new Katrin had taken his seed into their bodies, even counting the times he grunted in pleasure, her mind imagining their lewd and obscene nights together.

"Alex! This marsh is said to be extremely close to the forest village of the Denmar... please be careful and on the highest alert!" Zilna warned.

Even though her gaze was cold and slightly angry, her voice was gentle like the warm desert sun, burning the freezing night so it began to fade away.

"Ah, thanks, Zil, but I think it's too late for that; get out of the marsh!" Alexander roared, as his body began to swirl with the ethereal blood streams that formed a small storm that swirled around him, as his feet easily stepped on the surface of the marsh, dashing towards the east where a group of seven dark elves were waiting with their strange short bows fully drawn.

He slid Eien from her black sheath, the red steel cutting through the air like jelly as their arrows were brutally cut down, forcing three of them to draw dark, crooked daggers which oozed with a strange, sticky goo.

'Always the fucking poison!'

Like a violent typhoon, his body flickered in and out of existence to the attacking dark elves; he was like a phantom, moving metres in the blink of an eye before his body vanished, then standing beside them as his blade sliced open their guts.

He was relentless, female or not. 

He ignored the poor Denmar, whose guts began to tumble and pour out as the slash across her body grew after his rapid draw attack.

"Accursed, Anmer!" She croaked with a hoarse voice before falling into the bog, sinking slowly, never to be found.

The two remaining dark elves turned pale, their hands trembling as they tried to slash at him with their blades, which were also poisoned, but their arcs were unclean, his sword easily cleaving across their bodies, slicing them in half, along with their shoddy black blades. They died too easily! It was a shame not to use these women as fodder for the coming battle, but he couldn't help it...

Alexander grabbed the head of one of the women, her beautiful face now cold and only showing a bitter and fearful expression as if to say, 'Why me!?' as his sharp teeth sank into her neck, bringing his needed blood essence to within one digit to increasing his stage, however, something stopped him, even as he devoured her delicious roast beef like flesh, nothing changed anymore, as he tossed her to the side.

"Useless..."

The four dark elven archers stumbling back, their legs like jelly after watching him devour their sister, a warm current spreading from between their legs as she sat fearful in the marsh, like trembling lambs.

He realised there were more attackers, as the women behind him seemed to fight another enemy, the sound of arrows whistling through the air, the clashing of blades like a symphony of delight to his ears, as she stepped forward, his eyes watching the women, their bodies trembling in terror as he squatted in front of them, his fingers sliding along their soft, silky thighs.

"So, little dark elves... I will give you two choices." His voice sounded slow but with a tone that threatened and tempted them simultaneously, his fingers pinching and sliding ever closer to their forbidden gardens, the petals visible through their thin, fur undergarments.

They understood him; despite seeming savages, the Denmar were extremely intelligent and efficient hunters; normally, they would easily hunt and maim Anmer... But this man was different because he was no Anmer but a devil in Anmer's flesh.

It seemed him eating that Denmar was extremely successful, as their bodies shuddered, the sound of teeth clattering as his fingers began to trace along their warm pleats, watching him with their lovely golden eyes.

"So, you can die like that girl just now; I will take your bodies home, defile you and devour you with my women of the sands [1]OR...."

Alexander placed great emphasis on the or, as the sounds of wailing death cries of the other Denmar sounded from the distance as Venri copied his way of mental erosion and demoralisation as her teeth bit into the neck of a petite dark elf archer at the perfect timing as he finished speaking.

The women's bodies shuddered visibly, turning pale from the usually beautiful dark brown and wonderful bark-like hue.

"You can become my women, serve me faithfully, and when it comes time to deal with your village, I will try to convince them rather than destroy them."

"!!!"

"Anmer..... how can we trust!"

"Nggh.....don't push inside...!?"

[1] (The literal translation of the word Sarian when translated from their elven dialect and language.)