I ran into the village with Sarah, both of us breathing hard.
People stopped whatever they were doing—sharpening spears, carrying baskets, talking—and just stared.
A few whispered fast to each other. Others looked straight-up worried, like Sarah had come back hurt or something worse had happened.
She didn't slow down even a little.
Straight to the chief's hut, palm slamming the wooden door open so hard it banged against the wall.
"Chief Lila!" she yelled inside. "I found him! The prophecy child is here!"
I stepped in right behind her, chest still heaving.
The air inside hit me—thick with woodsmoke, dried herbs, and that old-leather smell that sticks to everything in these huts.
And there she was. Chief Lila.
Older than Sarah, sure, but fuck… she looked good.
Thick Kobold curves, heavy chest, wide hips, fat ass, those sharp yellow eyes that pinned you in place.
A tiny dark mole sat right on her chin and for some reason it made her look even hotter.
The second she saw me her eyes went big.
She shot up from her chair and crossed the room fast.
Her hands clamped onto my shoulders—not rough, but strong enough I knew she could crush bone if she wanted.
Claws stayed careful, barely touching skin, but I felt every bit of power in her grip.
She stared at me like I was some kind of miracle and her personal property all at once.
Then she flicked her eyes to Sarah, voice dropping low.
"Is this really him?"
Sarah nodded quick. "Yes. The Herald himself fucked me. I felt the blessing. It's real. He's the one."
Lila's gaze snapped back to me.
For half a second pure jealousy flashed across her face—sharp, hot, unmistakable.
Then it smoothed out. She looked softer now, almost hungry in a different way.
"Ragnar," she said. "Do you know what this means?"
I shook my head a little. "Not really. Sarah told me some stuff, but…"
She stepped closer, close enough I could smell the faint spice on her scales.
"Women from other species will come for you. A lot of them.
They'll want your seed. They'll want your power."
Her voice stayed steady, dead serious.
"Some will try to take it by force. Some will try to trick you.
If you're not careful they'll fuck you dry until there's nothing left."
I blinked. "Wait… so I could actually die from too much pussy?"
Sarah let out a short snort behind me.
Lila didn't even crack a smile. Just kept those yellow eyes on me.
Then, slow, she sank down to one knee.
Head bowed just a touch.
"Herald," she said quietly. "Our people are dying. Enemies are massing at the borders."
She paused, letting it sit.
"We need strength. We need children with your blood in them.
Fuck our women. Seed them. Make our warriors stronger. Help us push the bastards back."
My head was spinning.
Part of me wanted to bolt—I didn't sign up to be anyone's stud horse.
But another part—the part that still remembered how Sarah clenched around me, how fucking alive and powerful I felt right after—liked it.
A lot.
Here I'd be safe. Fed. Fucked whenever I wanted.
And if I got stronger… maybe one day I could walk out and make the other races the ones on their knees.
I took a long breath.
"Alright. I'll help."
Her tail gave one quick flick—happy, I could tell.
She stood up again, looking pleased.
She turned to Sarah. "You did well bringing him.
For now he stays with you—until we build a proper place for the Herald."
Sarah nodded fast. "Yes, Chief."
She reached for my arm, but Lila lifted a hand.
"Wait."
Her voice was calm, but it carried weight.
"You go home, Sarah.
I will bring him to you myself… after I speak with him alone."
Sarah froze.
Looked at me, then at Lila.
I could see she hated it, but she swallowed the protest.
"…Yes, Chief," she said, quiet.
Then she turned and walked out.
The door shut with a soft thud.
Just me and Lila now.
I opened my mouth. "So… what did you want to—"
She didn't let me finish.
She straightened up, reached behind her neck, and tugged the knot loose.
The top fell away. Her heavy breasts spilled out, dark nipples already stiff and pointing right at me.
Then her hands went to her hips. She shoved the rest of her clothes down—skirt, belt, everything—letting them pool around her feet.
Naked.
Tail swaying slow behind her.
Yellow eyes locked on mine, burning.
I forgot what the hell I was even going to say.
She took one step toward me. Then another.