[Boco's castle.]
Perched upon a jagged rock throne, a grotesque humanoid figure of at least eight feet in height held two nude women tightly by their waists. A third woman knelt between his massive legs, her attention wholly devoted to his engorged member.
The creature, Boco, lifted his gaze towards a human woman standing several meters away, her expression devoid of emotion.
"What news do you bring?" Boco's voice boomed through the cavernous hall.
"We found ashes in the nearby forest," the red-haired woman stated flatly, her blue eyes unwavering as they fixed on Boco. "Upon closer inspection, I confirmed they were the remains of your men."
Boco's gaze lingered on the woman, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. "Who is responsible?" he rumbled.
"We don't know for certain yet," she replied, her tone still even. "But my initial assessment points towards the villagers."
"Hmm..." Boco mused, his eyes drifting down to the woman still servicing him.
"I require fresh ladies. Go, Alice! Bring me the one who extinguished my men, and on your way, procure three… aesthetically pleasing women."
Alice held his gaze for a brief moment, then offered a curt nod and turned to leave.
Boco watched her retreating form, then roughly grasped the head of the woman between his legs, forcing her deeper onto his shaft. He shuddered, ejaculating forcefully into her throat. Tears streamed down the woman's face as she silently swallowed his seed.
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[Back In The Village.]
Draven watched as the old man and the two other villagers departed. He turned to Alexandra.
"I was under the impression this was solely an elven settlement," he commented.
"Not entirely accurate," Alexandra corrected him. "This village was established by a collective of us – refugees from ravaged cities and towns. We banded together to create this sanctuary."
"Formed this home?" Draven echoed, a hint of confusion in his voice.
"Yes, that was some years ago… before my time, I believe. Initially, our numbers were far lesser. However, with the constant incursions, our population unfortunately increases daily as more seek refuge here," she explained, then addressed the young boy beside her.
"Alright, Atticus. I need to check on the injured and prepare the necessary potions. You stay here with Sir Draven for now. And no wandering off." With a pointed look at Atticus, she nodded to Draven and hurried away.
Draven's eyes followed her retreating figure.
"Hey? What are you looking at?" Atticus piped up.
"Your sister's Ass." Draven replied casually.
"Uh?!" Atticus blinked, taken aback.
'Hmm… perhaps I'm not the most suitable guardian for a child.' Draven mused, glancing down at Atticus.
"Hahaha! Just a jest, young one!" he quickly added, then shifted the subject. "So, tell me, what's the female population of this village?"
".....?"
Atticus tilted his head in innocent bewilderment.
BOOOOOM!!!!
The wooden gate situated several meters behind them exploded in a violent eruption of splinters, the force of the blast throwing nearby villagers to the ground.
Draven instantly positioned himself protectively in front of Atticus, his gaze fixed on the swirling smoke as a lone silhouette emerged.
"The village is under attack!"
A guard's panicked cry echoed through the air. In a swift response, the village men grabbed an assortment of makeshift weapons – swords, axes, even shovels and pickaxes – and surged towards the encroaching figure, rushing past Draven and Atticus.
"I'm scared!" Atticus whimpered, clutching Draven's leg, his eyes wide with fear as he stared at the dissipating smoke.
"Don't fret, little one," Draven reassured him with a gentle smile. "With me here, no harm will come to you."
"Bring forth the strongest warrior in your village, and three women of exceptional beauty, and I shall depart."
A female voice sliced through the air, stunning everyone into silence, Draven included.
"Uh?!"
His eyes widened in surprise as he took in the woman's attire. It was barely there, strategically concealing only her breasts, buttocks, and genitals, leaving the vast majority of her skin exposed.
"You vile witch! We will yield nothing to you!" a villager roared.
"Attack!"
Another bellowed, and the twenty-odd men charged towards the solitary figure.
"Pathetic," she scoffed.
With a swift flick of her wrist, a dark, wickedly sharp dagger materialized in her hand. Without hesitation, she lunged forward, a whirlwind of motion, slashing and cutting with brutal efficiency.
Draven watched with a strange fascination as the human woman effortlessly subdued the attacking men. Surprisingly, her assault was precise; she inflicted deep, incapacitating wounds but stopped short of killing anyone.
He listened to the chorus of groans and cries of pain as she casually strolled towards the petrified old man.
"Will you also prove as foolish as these others?" she inquired, blood dripping ominously from the tip of her dagger.
The old man was frozen in terror, unable to utter a single word.
"Big brother… huh? Where did big brother go?" Atticus asked in a bewildered tone. Just moments ago, Draven had been standing right beside him, but now… he was gone.
"Wow… so soft!"
"...!!!!!"
Alice froze mid-stride, her senses reeling.
"AHHHH!!"
The onlookers' eyes nearly popped from their sockets, their jaws hanging open in a mixture of shock, surprise, and utter disbelief.
Every gaze was fixed on Draven, who was now kneeling on one knee, his hands firmly cupping and squeezing Alice's exposed buttocks.
"You!!!"
WHOOSH!!!!
BAM!!!
"Huh?!"
Alice's eyes widened in astonishment as Draven casually caught the razor-sharp blade of her descending dagger between two of his fingers. He slowly rose to his full height, his gaze meeting hers.
"You are indeed a spirited one," he murmured with a developing smirk.
{Name: Alice Fury.}
{Age: 21.}
{Race: Human (Marked by the demon Lord).}
{Class: Mid Sky.}
{Aspect: Assassin.}
{Virgin: Yes.}
{Intimacy: Zero.}
{Affection: -80.}
Swhooosh!!!
Draven reacted instantly, leaping high into the air as a blast of dark energy erupted from her right eye. The projectile shot across the clearing, impacting the village wall hundreds of meters away with devastating force, leaving a gaping hole in its wake.
TAP!
Draven landed gracefully on the ground, glancing over his shoulder at the newly formed breach before turning back to Alice, whose right eye was now completely devoid of white, a solid black orb.
"How intriguing… I wasn't aware you possessed such abilities," he remarked with genuine surprise.
"Who are you?!"
Alice demanded, her dagger still pointed menacingly at him.
"Who am I?" Draven echoed, glancing down at himself with a playful air, then grinning at her.
"The gentleman who is about to fuck you." he added with a suggestive wink.
".....?!!!"
Alice and the assembled villagers were rendered utterly speechless.
Draven extended his open palm, and a swirling ball of pink energy materialized above it.
"You know," he continued, his voice taking on a low, almost seductive tone, "I typically reserve this technique for particularly stubborn women, especially those I intend to… dominate and pleasure. Consider yourself fortunate."
Alice frowned, her grip tightening on her dagger as she heightened her defenses. This was the first time she had encountered this enigmatic human. His strength was undeniable; she couldn't discern his class, but she instinctively knew he was far beyond a Mid Sky. Perhaps a Master, or even more alarmingly, a Hero class.
"You can't possibly--"
She froze, her words caught in her throat as Draven seemingly teleported before her, gently placing the glowing pink orb against her forehead. The energy instantly seeped into her skin.
"You?!"