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“Your hunch was right, Sire! The cave seems to be a central location for the tree network we’ve been utilizing for the teleporters,” Gnarl said half simperingly, half giddy as I followed the trail of minions and captive plant-elves into the Tower.

“Splendid,” I stated simply. “Utilize it to get a map of the land we’re in, I’m going to recharge the Green Hive. Then have some fun with my harem.”

The minions manhandled the captives down into the dungeons, my heavy footsteps following behind them at a leisurely pace. Soon, all twenty two were in front of the dead and barren Green Hive and I was setting aside my glaive. From the arcane knowledge that had been downloaded into my brain, this required a blade with a more… precise edge.

“Quavar!” I snapped, making the brown with a glass eyeball snap to some semblance of a salute. “Head down to the Forge and fetch me a knife. A sharp one, not one of the torture blades.”

“Yes Mastah!” he cheered, running off and tripping over three different minions in his haste.

I sighed and rolled my eyes, turning back to face the prisoners/imminent sacrifices, “I did give you the chance to surrender, and now you have to live knowing that these blockheads defeated you.”

One plant-elf tried to speak up, but a boot on their throat made sure they didn't say anything else. I could hear muffled gasps from several others as they realized what would happen if someone spoke out. It wasn't too long before Quavar returned carrying a short sword, its edge glowing a bright green.

One of them struggled, a growl coming from them and a snarl on their lips, “You defiled our holy temple and killed the Three-Eyed Raven, you have handed the world to The White Walkers you fool!”

“Wonderful! A volunteer,” I said with a smile as I reached past the minions and picked up the speaker, the palm of my hand nearly encompassing their face. I walked past the minions, standing in front of the Green Hive and gave a sharp whistle, “Quavar, Fidget, Maggot! Get over here and hold them steady above the Hive.”

With three simultaneous cries of, “For da Mastah!” the plant-elf was held above the hive, Quavar and Maggot holding their arms out, Fidget pulling their head back, and my hand having switched from their face to holding both ankles up high. Taking another look at the blade that Quavar had brought, I smirked under my helmet before making a single, quick slash. The flesh parted easily, like a razor through butter, and the plant-elf's blood spilled out of them, splashing onto the Hive.

“Kruwos atqu mrtis, ghei-ke citak galnos Antrom ke Chenmi,” I chanted as the sacrifice struggled in the grips holding it. “Mrijai kek mekt atqu mek Weltis. Mrijai kek te Uperiregs!”

The Hive began to glow, the sacrificed lifeforce empowering it. After the last of the plant-elf’s blood dripped onto it, the Green Hive gave a blinding flash of light and sucked the sacrifice’s body inside of it. Quavar, Maggot, and Fidget all fell down onto their backs with surprised cries, and I covered my eyes with my arm.

When the flash faded, I lowered my arm and grinned at seeing the active Hive. Reaching out with my will, I could feel that there was enough leftover life force for a single green minion within. Well, that wouldn’t do. I needed more than one minion. I sent a command to the minions through the Gauntlet, and all remaining twenty one prisoners were shoved into a circle together.

Turning to them, I removed my helmet and said to the captives, “I’m going to keep one of you. Just one. The rest of you are going to die in order to fuel my ability to make more of the creatures that defeated you, but of a different flavor of mentally handicapped murder children. You get to decide amongst yourselves which one lives. With murder.”

The plant-children glanced amongst themselves in confusion, so I clarified, “If the lot of you don’t start killing each other in the next minute, then I will subject each and everyone of you to a lifetime of heinous torture condensed into the span of an hour. Time’s ticking.”

One stepped forwards, a glare on their face, and gave a tired, cliche heroic speech (with some racial superiority thrown in for good measure), but my focus was on one in the back. The one with eyes snapping from me, to the minions, to their fellow captives. I smirked as I saw a determined gleam appear in their eyes, before they subtly swiped a knife from one of the minions and cut the throat of the captive in front of them.

I was impressed: they got through six of their fellows before they were noticed. I watched as the rest of them rushed towards them, trying to grab weapons or stab fingers into their throats, but most just ended up being stabbed in turn by the one who'd been caught. The minions cheered in delight, but kept a firm grip on their weapons, ready to fight off any more attackers.

Once the last of the extra captives had died, I looked at the survivor, standing in an exhausted slouch and panting, and said, “Congratulations, you get to live. What is your name?”

They looked up, glaring at me with hatred in their eyes, “I am Acorn, and because of you I am the last of my kind.”

“For now,” I said with a shrug, making Acorn blink in confusion. “You're pretty enough I think I'll pin you down and breed you. You've got enough of a spine turning you into a submissive fuckpet will be fun.”

Acorn stared at me, the look on their face suggesting that they thought I was as bright as the minions before they slowly said, “I am a Child of the Forest, we are incapable of reproducing with humans. You are human, and a woman on top of that.”

I chuckled as I walked up to Acorn and picked them up by the throat, the blade they’d taken from the minion skittering across my armor, “Correction: I am a futa. You are now part of my harem, so I’m going to take you up to my chambers and fuck the living daylights out of you.”

Acorn’s response was unintelligible, due to the hand around her throat, but I took it as a positive response. Kicking open the door to my extremely opulent yet spartan bedroom, both Tilia and Jon jumped in surprise, the former having been lounging on the bed and the latter standing in front of a two handed ax that probably weighed more than he did. Whistling cheerily, I used my foot to close the door behind me before tossing Acorn onto the bed next to Tilia.

“Jon, get over here and help me take this armor off,” I ordered, and the shota hesitantly moved over to my side and helped unbuckle my armor. The way he was standing was a bit odd, but I put it out of mind as, piece by piece, my armor was removed. Soon enough, I was naked, and my cock was swelling in anticipation of what was waiting for me.

I rubbed my hands together in eager anticipation as I stalked towards the bed. Acorn stared wide eyed at me and began to crab walk backwards, only to bump head first into Tilia’s tit. Slightly panicked, Acorn stammered, “W-w-wait! That’s… that’s too big! It’ll rip me in half!”

“I doubt it,” I said with a shrug, pointing a thumb over my shoulder in Jon’s direction, “his tight little ass was able to take my whole length, you’ll be fine.”

Reaching out, I grabbed Acorn by the collar of her (I decided that she was a girl) vine-shirt-thingy and pulled her to the floor. She landed hard on her knees, her yellow green eyes wide in fear, moments before I fed the head of my cock into her mouth. Her lips wrapped tightly around the tip, sucking on it while looking up at me with panic in her eyes, but when I started thrusting forward, she quickly adapted and began bobbing her head faster.

Tilia groaned as I fucked Acorn's mouth, the former queen watching me intently as I worked myself deeper and further inside her loli mouth until I felt the end of my dick hit against something impenetrable; I could feel her gag slightly, which made me grin wider. Tightening my grip on her hair, I pushed harder, forcing my entire shaft deep within her throat. My hips slammed back and forth, each time burying my cock into Acorn's gullet, causing her to choke and splutter.

“Mmph!” She tried to push me away, but couldn't muster the strength. Instead, she gagged again and swallowed whatever saliva she had left in her mouth, coughing and spitting all over herself. “Nngh... nnn…”

She panted heavily as I continued fucking her mouth, enjoying the feeling of power that came with controlling another person. A few seconds later, Acorn stopped struggling, instead letting me continue to fuck her face. As I kept pounding her throat, I reached down and grasped one of her tits through her shirt, squeezing it roughly. With a loud moan, Acorn went limp beneath me, her arms dropping limply to her sides as I pumped my cock in and out of her mouth.

After a minute or two, I finally got tired of just abusing Acorn's face, and pulled out, grabbing her by the shoulders and pushing her onto her back. Reaching down, I yanked her leggings off, revealing a pair of neatly trimmed pussy lips covered in black fur. Her slit was wet already, indicating how turned on she was. Sliding a finger between her folds, I found her clit, rubbing it gently.

“Guhhh…” Acorn moaned, closing her eyes and tilting her head back. I slid two fingers into her cunt, making sure not to go any deeper than necessary. Then, I started sliding them in and out slowly, increasing the speed gradually until I was pumping three times per second. At the same time, I slipped my free hand under her stomach, finding her nipples and pinching them lightly, eliciting a small squeal from the girl.

When I was done teasing her breasts, I rolled her over onto her hands and knees, then stood behind her. Grabbing hold of her hips, I guided my cock to her hungry snatch, the tiny entrance resisting me for a moment before yielding. Once my dick was buried fully inside her, I let out a long sigh, reveling in the sensation of being balls deep in someone else.

Acorn whined softly, moaning as I pounded into her, my cock hitting every inch of her insides. Every now and again, I would reach down and pinch her nipples, making her cry out loudly. before forcefully flipping her over, lifting her hips up so the back of her legs rested on my thighs. New position ready, I slid back in, this time entering her from the front.

“Ahh~! Mm... ah!” Acorn cried out in pleasure as I penetrated her again, filling her up once more.

For the next few minutes, I alternated between the two positions, alternating between missionary and doggy style. Each time, Acorn screamed louder and longer, eventually reaching her limit and climaxing on top of me. When her body tensed up and shuddered, I followed suit, shooting ropes after rope of hot semen into her womb. My left hand flew to her belly, glowing as I reached in with mana, forcing her body to release an egg and tweaking it so that it would submit to my sperm.

“Well, that was fun,” I said as I pulled out of the now comatose Acorn. I considered the other two members of my harem, before saying, “Jon, get your ass over here and make sure Acorn doesn’t waste any of my cum.”

The preteen nodded, hesitantly walking up to Acorn and lifting her up onto the bed, before stopping. I chuckled at how innocent he was being, before grabbing the back of his head and shoving him mouth first into Acorn's pussy. The boy didn't even have enough room to breathe properly, much less move around. He was forced to stay there, gasping and choking as Jon sucked and slurped up the last drops of my seed.

“Hahaha…” I laughed, “I’ll be taking care of you in a minute.”

“Shall I clean you, Mistress?” Tilia asked, sliding the straps to her toga down and exposing the tops of her breasts.

I grinned and nodded, “No hands, just your mouth.”

Tilia smiled demurely, lowering her head and licking the tip of my cock, tasting some of Acorn's juices still clinging to its surface. After about a minute, she moved forward and engulfed the entire length of my shaft, sucking hard while bobbing her head rapidly. While she did, I wrapped my right arm around her neck and held her steady, keeping her from moving too far.

As she continued pleasuring me, I glanced over to where Jon was cleaning my and Acorn's juices off his face, only to find him watching us intently. A smile crossed my lips, and I licked my lips as I stared at him. His ass was going to feel so good.

After another twenty seconds, Tilia came up for air, wiping her chin with the back of her hand. She gave my cock one final lick, before standing upright again, giving me a mischievous grin. Turning away from me, she walked over to Jon and whispered in his ear, prompting the boy to turn bright red.

He turned to look away from me, clearly embarrassed by what had happened, but also incredibly aroused. In response, I grabbed hold of his waistband and yanked his pants down, revealing his tight little bubble butt. Before he could react, I smacked him on the bottom, causing him to jump slightly.

“Ow!” Jon exclaimed, glaring at me as I strutted around to stand in front of him.

Smiling evilly, I pushed against his chest, making him fall backwards, laying flat on the bed. As soon as he landed, I climbed atop him and sat down heavily, pushing my crotch against his.

“Please, I don't want to…” he began, before I placed my hand against his mouth, silencing him.

“You should know by now: your compliance isn't a factor in this,” I chided him before moving his tiny dick aside and placing the tip of my own against his asshole, rubbing my engorged member along his entrance.

Jon gasped, his eyes widening as he felt my thick cockhead press against his sphincter. Slowly, I pressed forwards, feeling the resistance of his anus give way bit-by-bit until finally, my whole cock disappeared inside his hole.

“Mn... ah! Ahhh~!” Jon moaned against my hand as I slowly pumped myself in and out of him, each thrust eliciting a soft whimper or moan from the boy. It wasn't long before he started getting used to the sensation of having something large shoved into his small hole, moaning loudly when I hit the deepest parts of him.

"That feels great," I purred, leaning down and kissing his forehead, "you're such a good boy, Jon. You can cum whenever you like."

With that, I increased my pace, fucking the poor kid roughly, slamming my hips against his and bouncing him up and down. Soon, he couldn't take it anymore; the pleasure was building up within him, growing more intense every second.

Jon cried out, the sound muffled by the hand holding his mouth shut, arching his back and buckling underneath me. With no warning, his body tensed up and convulsed, shooting rope after rope of sticky white goo all across his stomach. I kept pounding away, not wanting to stop until he'd drained himself dry, which didn't take very long.

"Let's see how many times I can make you cum before I do," I said with an evil grin before I picked him up off the bed and shifted him around onto his knees, facing the wall. Once there, I positioned him so he could lean against the wall, leaving his legs dangling behind him. He looked utterly dejected, staring at the floor.

Then, I leaned in close and kissed the top of his head. The young man shuddered under my touch, closing his eyes tightly.

"Now, let's start round two," I told him gently before driving my cock deep into his bowels once more. This time, I fucked him even harder than before, ramming him relentlessly, almost painfully. When he begged me to slow down, I stopped, pulling my cock out and letting it drip with his warm, slippery jizz before replacing my meat with my fingers.

Using my middle finger and thumb, I massaged his prostate, eliciting another loud cry of delight from Jon as waves of ecstasy washed over him. Then, using my index finger, I penetrated his ass deeply and rubbed the sensitive spot inside. After a few minutes, he started shaking violently, crying out as he orgasmed yet again, spraying copious amounts of semen across his belly.

Chuckling, I slid back inside his boipussy before grabbing onto the back of his knees and lifting them up. I wanted to put him in a full nelson, but from the way he started crying out in agony before even reaching two thirds of the way there, that wasn't possible yet. So I made do, pressing his upper arms against the wall while keeping his lower legs pinned between mine. His toes barely reached the ground, forcing him to bend his knees as far forward as they would go.

I continued fucking him mercilessly, enjoying watching the muscles in his shoulders bulge as he struggled to push himself back against me. Eventually though, his struggles grew weaker and less frequent, his breathing becoming ragged and strained as he approached orgasm once more.

Soon enough, I heard a sharp intake of breath and knew that he was about to cum. As he whimpered in humiliation and pain, I decided this was enough.

"Cum for me, Jon," I ordered him softly, "cum hard, baby. Make yourself come."

He whined and groaned pitifully, trying to hold back, but his body betrayed him. A moment later, he came, screaming out in bliss as his hot load gushed forth.

Once he finished spurting his seed all over his stomach for a third time, I let myself go, pumping several ropes of cum straight into his waiting rectal cavity, filling him completely. By the time I pulled my dripping shaft out, he was panting heavily, sweat glistening on his skin.

"There we are," I murmured, running my hands through his hair, "that was fun."

After cleaning us both up, I took a quick shower then returned to my room, where I collapsed onto my bed and fell asleep after pulling all three of my fuckpets against my tits. This was the life.