The bed was impossibly soft. Holding Xue Yan close felt like heaven. Across from us, Jenna stood completely naked—like a living sculpture for our appreciation.
"Xue Yan? You haven't answered."
"Ah… um… Jenna's figure… is beautiful."
"Right? Though her breasts are a bit small, frame too delicate. A little fuller would be perfect."
"Y-Yes…"
Xue Yan stared at naked Jenna, cheeks burning. Jenna looked ready to vanish into the floor. Exactly the reaction I wanted—third-party voyeurism amplifying shame, core of training.
Jenna was contracted, but not fully submissive. Too innocent, shame too strong. Without breaking that, she'd never learn true obedience.
"Pretty decorations?"
"These… don't they hurt Jenna?"
"Hurt? Without them, she'd be dead. Go touch."
I guided Xue Yan's hand to Jenna. Closer distance intensified embarrassment. Xue Yan fixated on Jenna's golden nipple rings, tracing them, then lower lips—eyes gleaming strangely.
Hidden tendencies? I could use that—pull her from centuries of pain.
BDSM is glorious!
Xue Yan frozen on the rings, I pressed her hand to Jenna's breast.
"Feel?"
"So… good…"
"No polite bullshit. Opinion on her tits?"
Jenna—humiliated by commentary—still hardened under attention. At my glare, she submitted.
"Please… Sister Xue Yan… how are Jenna's… breasts…"
I hid laughter—Jenna tear-eyed, stammering. Xue Yan speechless.
I ignored them, kneading Jenna's chest, pinching swollen nipples.
"Saintess hardening from play? Such a slut."
"Master… bullying… ah…"
Jenna broke—diving into my arms, shy tears flowing. I glanced at Xue Yan—smiling. Basic for me, intense for conservative Jenna. Reminded me of Fina—better match for my tastes.
Pushed Jenna down, licked her tears. Touched by gentleness, her eyes swam love and shame.
Unprompted, Xue Yan stripped shyly, crawled over, caressing Jenna.
Xue Yan more obedient in bed—perhaps better slave material.
Timing perfect—I mounted.
"Master… ah… Master… Jenna so embarrassed…"
"Slave—serving Master is your honor."
"Yes… Jenna is Master's slave… hm?!"
Mid-sentence, Xue Yan kissed Jenna deeply. Watching—nearly came instantly.
Xue Yan grew bolder—tongues tangling, teasing Jenna's nipples, tightening her around me.
Can't neglect her.
"Xue Yan—ass up."
She obeyed. Fingers plunged into her rear. She yelped, glancing back—but too late.
Pounding Jenna while fingering Xue Yan's ass.
Fingers more versatile than cock—easier pleasure. Most men think size alone satisfies—ignorant.
Five years experience shone. Xue Yan reacted fiercer than Jenna.
"Sorola… this… ah… amazing… no… oh…"
"Call me Master."
"Yes… Master…"
"Good!"
Accelerated on Jenna while digging deeper. Both melted—moans harmonizing beautifully.
As release neared, I hooked Xue Yan's spot—she rolled eyes, screamed, convulsed.
Jenna followed—clinging tight as I flooded her depths.
Five days since elemental counter—no orc movement. Perfect training time for Xue Yan and Jenna.
This morning, new mid-level platform—all elf leaders assembled, me included.
Orcs finally moved—slow advance across burned poison slope. From here, visible. Horizontal infantry lines, drums and howls clear despite distance. Towering, horn-helmeted, heavy-armored—over 200,000.
No formations—just raw power. Physically, orcs crushed elves. Close combat? Nine lives wouldn't suffice.
With dark elf support pinning mages—less than fifty-fifty odds.
But I'd severed orc supplies. Grain nearly gone—and orcs would hide that weakness, fearing dark elf betrayal. Stall one-two days—alliance crumbles.
"They're here."
Grand elder beside me, breathing heavy watching flags.
"Have me here—don't worry. Careful the enemy doesn't arrive before your heart attack."
"Sorry to disappoint. Elves don't get heart attacks."
"Pity."
"… …"
Across the slope—another army. Dark elf forces: black-armored spearmen front, archers flanks, mages hidden rear. Disciplined, menacing—equal to orcs.
Total 400,000—crab-pincer advance. Mutual distrust kept them separate.
Orcs wanted plunder; dark elves, with Diyari, aimed to wipe holy elves—perhaps orcs next. Only Longevity and Diyari king knew.
"All holy elves—by authority as supreme leader, I transfer command of 200,000 troops to Baron Sorola Rubia until enemies repelled. Disobey—immediate execution!"
"Orders received!"
Critical moment—grand elder decisive, handing me full control. Thirty-plus leaders reacted—some might undermine.
I cleared throat.
"Raise bridges and elevators. Spearmen/swordsmen defend first level, archers second, mage legions under Commander Serbei, mage-archers hold fifth, engineers distribute levels aiding civilians—civilians top levels only."
"Orders received!"
Leaders departed—including my pet Xue Yan.
Only grand elder, Jenna, my guards remained.
Grand elder dropped authority, whispering nervously:
"Think they'll attack immediately?"
"Orcs favor blitz—hit and run. This time, no."
"Master, why?"
I pulled Jenna close, kissing her openly. Before her father, she no longer resisted—only shyly lowered head. Five days training effective.
"Human saying: 'First to charge dies first.' Orcs and dark elves aren't true allies—mutual interests only. Leading charge risks backstab. They'll use basic tactic."
"Basic?"
"Single combat."
Uneasy feeling rose. I knew orc strategy but wouldn't ban duels—needed sacrifices to buy time. Minimal lives for maximum survival.
As commander, lives were pieces—value in sacrifice.
"Master… your eyes… so melancholy…"
Surprised. Commanders hide emotion—else exploited. I smiled lewdly at Jenna—she flushed.
"Master… your eyes… so perverted…"