Ghoul King's Harem



Alexander's body crouched down as he pushed forward, the enemy's arrows slicing his ears and face as they whistled behind him, the enemy commander's face snapping towards him as she saw his body rush the archers.

"Kill him! Kill that disgusting male!"

His body twisted, Eien slicing through the air around his right as he twirled in a half arc, slicing the front three archers in half, their panicked faces showing only confusion as they died trying to grasp their swords.

His left hand grabbed one of them by her hair, pushing it up with his other arm, his sword coming out from under its momentum as it impaled her throat, blood gushing forth before she fell, another arrow flying past his head as the enemy commander turned back to him.

"My name is Alexander. Not disgusting, male, you fat bitch!" He growled at her as he pulled the sword free, twisting his wrist as the blade hummed, splashing fresh blood onto the desert sands.

His fierce murder of the archers continued, watching with a smirk as part of the melee troops split from the unit, trying to crush the weaker part of the walls.

"And you or your kind will not kill me! Now die!"

The commander's eyes widened, her expression shocked as he charged towards her, a line of soldiers waiting for him to get close enough so they could unleash their weapons on him, but he was too fast.

A line of blades flashed out from each flick of his wrist; the archers were minced like unwanted meat, his spare fist smashing into those that tried to stop his momentum, a sense of euphoria filling his body, the front rank falling as he slammed into them with his shoulder, sending them tumbling over and over again.

At the same time, his left foot slipped between two swordsmen, throwing both of them off balance.

"Get back!" The commander screamed, her voice high-pitched and terrified, "Run away! Run now!"

He grinned at her as he raised his sword, feeling the power vibrate inside it, his muscles stretching as he swung it forward, the tip sliding across the sand before it crashed into the ground, sending the commander stumbling backwards in shock.

However, Alexander was outnumbered greatly, as the melee began to reinforce the sporadic archers, yet the enemy didn't understand why he was smiling; a broad smile filled his face as they all wrapped around him, their blades slicing his flesh, for every person he killed, two or three wounds were created on his body.

'It's time.'

The moment he was about to signal, something that caused his heart to throb happened.

At the perfect timing, the exact moment he wanted.

"Fire"

"Fire!"

"Release!"

Three women's loud, commanding voices sounded, Zilna, Venri and Qilana! 

The sky seemed black almost instantly as Alexander lowered his body, his bloody armour thickening around his most vital points.

He used Eien to cover his chest, holding his left palm to the blade to block the incoming attacks from the enemy with an irregular guarding style; his eyes closed as the loud whistle in the skies became louder, and then he heard a beautiful melody.

"A-arrows!?"

"Flee!"

"Hurry!!"

"A-aargh!?"

Alexander looked up as the arrows launched out of the sky, the first three arrows hitting his chest, the second three hitting his stomach, the third two hitting his neck, followed by the next three, the next six, and the next five, the last four hitting his right thigh.

He opened his eyes wide in shock as he felt the pain, the agony rushing through his entire body, making his heart pound as he watched the far worse enemy; the blood armour on his body stopped them from piercing deeply, the arrowheads only piercing him by an inch at most. 

In contrast, the enemy was not so lucky; their organs were penetrated, throats torn, and blood began to spray and splash around his body as the second volley came instantly after screams.

Wailing women, Alexander's heartfelt no pity, only arousal and affection towards the women on the walls; he even noticed that Anna was part of those voices, correcting himself to 4 women to reward.

'That girl is so loud in bed but so shy on the battlefield...' Alexander thought as he began to attack again, 'she really must have been traumatised by losing to me; let's help boost her confidence in the future.'

As the arrows flew around him, his focus was razor sharp, the enemies aiming for his eyes, heart, throat and face, though he had already blocked the arrows that would have pierced any of these places.

The enemy soon found themselves in a situation they never expected, unable to strike at him with their short-range weapons.

In contrast, Alexander's short-range weapon reached every part of their bodies.

Their futile attempts to dodge were met with relentless blows to the body and face, their screams of pain echoing through the desert as blood and bodies began to pile up.

Even the enemy commander managed to avoid the two volleys, her long, blonde hair fluttering in the breeze, her long, red dress flowing behind her as she desperately tried to escape Alexander.

The commander's screams became increasingly desperate as the arrows cut deeper into her skin, her face showing signs of confusion as the arrows came from above.

Her scream was silenced as he finally caught up to her, his sword cutting down the arrows that might penetrate him as he bashed her head against the catapult's stone frame, her skull cracking as he stepped back.

Alexander began shaking his head as he moved away from the pile of dead bodies, his eyes narrowing as he noticed the enemy reinforcements rushing forwards; their swords were drawn, ready to stab him in the back.

"Wait."

He looked at them, his eyes dark, his voice soft, his lips curled into a vicious sneer as he saw the fear in their eyes, "You want to die?"

'It's too much; I need to pull back... I can fight, but the walls cannot afford to keep defending me at the cost of the weak wall... Let's help them, fuck glory, I fight for my women and my lust~ I fucking love killing beautiful women!' 

Alexander grabbed the pretty commander's body and opened his mouth wide, slightly cracking as his mouth became disjointed before taking a huge bite from her dying throat, chewing her delicious flesh as the enemy reinforcements faltered, their moral shot as they backed away.

In contrast, hot sticky blood and a sweet taste began to seep down his lips as he felt his body explode with pleasure, almost reaching an unwelcome climax.

'This woman... did she just moan?'

He noticed it when he attacked her before, but this woman was strange, like she never expected a male to beat her, with her cheeks and face rosy red, then filling with blood as she began to choke and struggled to swallow with half her neck missing.

'Let's make her suffer, hahahahahaha!'

With a wicked grin, he began to drag the woman further away, his body tensing as he felt her bones snap, her lungs burning as he bit her harder, tearing through her neck and gulping down more of her warm, sweet blood.

'Oh yeah, this is heaven...' Alexander thought as he took his second bite, noticing that the rest of the enemy forces were back where they came from, their gazes looking towards him like a horrific monster, some even saying the Sarian word for Devil, before he moved to a safe zone, the reinforcing archers were still 2,000 yards away. 

The damage was probably enough to end the battle for today, as he saw the enemy queen smashing things around on her palanquin.

"Little commander~ I will show you the most wonderful world!"

Her body quivered, and dull eyes as her neck oozed blood; while held in his right arm, Alexander moved further away, biting into his left hand, his own warm, savoury blood oozing into his lips and pooling in his palm.

He could feel her clash of emotions, the terror of death, yet a strange feeling of bliss, as she never took her beautiful golden eyes from his body.

"I'm going to show you the most beautiful place in the universe," he smiled at her, his voice warm, "and if you are a good little princess, you'll be happy there."

His voice was hypnotic and caused her face to flush red as she began to cry; her eyelids fluttered, and she coughed up blood, her hands reaching out to touch his body as Alexander thrust his bloody hand into her bloody mouth with broken teeth.

Suddenly she began to shudder and convulse as his blood oozed down her throat, some seeping from the gash in her neck, as he covered the wound with his hand.

'Ah~ why does being so cruel feel so amazing...' Alexander looked back to the fleeing warriors as his spare hand pointed forward.

The corpses of their comrades being carried away suddenly began to swell; Alexander didn't care about any laws or wartime rules; he cast Corpse Explosion and added Blood lances that would explode from the bodies when they popped.

He grinned as they were blown up, creating a hole in the ground and sending a wave of blood, gore and bodies into the air, the explosion filling the area.

"Go ahead and run, you cowardly bitches! Hahahahahahah!" He laughed with a twisted smile.

"You have no idea how much fun this has been!"

Alexander's body kicked the stone wall, his foot digging into the rock as it shuddered, causing the above women to panic as he began to rush up the wall, carrying the half-dead enemy commander.

"Oh~ if it isn't Katrin, nice tits as always!"

"Master... Why are you carrying that.... thing around?"

"Ah? She's my spoils of war; look, isn't she a horny little bitch? Getting her head smashed against the stone catapult made her this wet."

He lifted her leather skirt, revealing her untamed garden to Katrin and the blushing Militia beside him, wondering why their future king was so handsome and a bit of a nutjob.

"Master... Will she... Survive? Her neck... it's hanging off..."

Katrin's eyes were almost like those of a dead woman, something about this man made her feel so happy, but seeing his insanity, she tried to use all her efforts to push down her arousal, wanting to be a voice of reason.

But this man was too frustrating, as she watched him suck on her neck.

"!?"

Then, however, she noticed the bloody flesh was pulled away, replaced by beautiful caramel skin, fully healed without blemishes.

"Hahaha! I'm going to see Qilana; it seems they are pulling back for today~  I wonder why; killing those bitches felt great."

Katrin and her group of 100 militia stood watching his back; they felt their knees grow weak, all looking at each other with weary eyes after watching his actions, the brutal and vicious murder rather than a massacre.

"Captain... The prince... He's..."

"I'm glad he's our ally..."

"Is the princess alright... He isn't that rough in bed, right?"

"Ah~ so wild, I want him to throw me about like a ragdoll.."

"..."

Then, Katrin discovered the problem of children in her squad, making sure to arrange for them to be sent to her master's room in the future.

The first day's battle began to end...

Qilana's forces, with a rough total of 1,600 troops, lost 50 troops, with 200 severely wounded and, close to death, 100 minor wounded. 

From tomorrow, her total force will be less than 1,200 due to needing more nursing and supply troops.

However, the enemy troops, over 20,000, were hit a devastating blow; the tight tactics and efficient elven archery that seemed to have been taught to the humans, added to the man dubbed "Devil of the Sands", causing them over 3,000 casualties.

A small dent, but their total forces are roughly 16,000 after re-shuffling their units.

Alexander, however, was hiding how severe his wounds were to achieve this, single-handedly killing over 600 enemies and destroying the catapults.