The castle solar in Eldoria was quiet at dawn, the first rays of sunlight filtering through stained-glass windows and painting the stone floor in shades of crimson and gold. Ethan stood alone by the long oak table, studying the map spread before him. The southern hills were marked with red ink — jagged lines showing beastkin raiding paths, black circles for known syndicate cells, and a pulsing star where the major portal ritual was scheduled in two days.
The harem had gathered behind him — Mira, Elara, Lirael, and Elena — all dressed for war in reinforced leather and cloaks, weapons at their sides. They had spent the night planning, bodies pressed together in the massive bed, whispers of strategy mixing with soft kisses and lingering touches. But now the mood was different: tense, heavy with unspoken fear.
Ethan turned to face them. His expression was hard, unyielding.
"I'm going alone."
The words dropped like a hammer.
Mira stepped forward first, auburn hair catching the light, her voluptuous figure tense with protest. "Master… no. We're stronger together. We've fought beside you before — the goblin ambush, the undercity raid. Let us come."
Elara's gentle blue eyes filled with worry. "The southern hills are syndicate territory. Beastkin raiders, demon-tainted traps… you'll need healing. You'll need us."
Lirael's emerald gaze was steady, but her voice carried the weight of centuries. "My illusions could cloak your approach. My arrows would thin their ranks before they see you. Master, we are not fragile ornaments."
Elena Vortigern crossed her arms under her massive breasts, the baroness's regal bearing cracking just enough to show the fear beneath. "I have authority in those lands. Scouts, supplies, safe houses. If you go alone and fall, Eldoria loses its greatest protector… and I lose the man who set me free."
Ethan raised a hand, silencing them. His voice was low, firm, carrying the weight of command that had already broken stronger wills than theirs.
"This is not about your strength. You are all powerful — scouts, healers, mages, nobles. But the ritual site is a trap waiting to be sprung. The Veilborn know we're coming. They've already tried to kill Elena once. If they capture any of you…" He let the sentence hang, the unspoken threat clear. "They will use you against me. Torture.
Corruption. Worse."
Mira's eyes filled with tears. "We can fight. We can—"
"No." Ethan's tone left no room for argument. "You are mine. My heart. My empire. If I lose even one of you, the syndicate wins before the portal opens. You stay here. Guard the city. Protect Elena's court. Root out any remaining traitors. If I don't return in three days, assume the ritual succeeded — and burn every syndicate lead you have."
The room fell silent.
Lirael bowed her head first. "As you command, Master. We will hold Eldoria."
Elena stepped forward, placing a hand on his chest. "Come back to me. To all of us."
Mira and Elara moved in, kissing him — soft, desperate, full of unspoken promises. Mira whispered against his lips, "Bring your cock back in one piece. We have daughters waiting too."
Ethan kissed each of them deeply, tasting the salt of tears, the sweetness of devotion. Then he turned, cloak swirling, and walked out without looking back.
The journey south took two days on horseback — through rolling plains that gave way to jagged hills dotted with ancient standing stones and abandoned watchtowers. The air grew hotter, dustier, carrying the scent of dry grass and distant smoke. Ethan rode alone, senses sharpened by Aether Sense and Combat Flow. He avoided main roads, sticking to game trails where syndicate scouts were less likely to watch.
On the first night, he camped in a shallow cave. The stars above were brighter here, away from city lights. He thought of his harem — Mira's playful smile, Elara's gentle healing touch, Lirael's elegant grace, Elena's regal fire. The thought of them in danger fueled his resolve.
He trained — sword forms in the moonlight, pushing his body until sweat poured. Each swing reminded him of the power he'd gained: claims, combat, family corruption. He was no longer the shut-in from Earth. He was a force.
The second day brought the hills proper — steep slopes, narrow ravines, and the first signs of syndicate presence: blackened circles where rituals had been attempted, crude altars of bone and obsidian, faint demonic runes carved into rock.
Ethan dismounted, moving on foot. He used Shadow Step to blink between boulders, Elven Grace to climb silently. The ritual site was a crater-like valley — ancient stone circle at the center, black portal swirling above it like a storm cloud. Beastkin guards patrolled — wolves, panthers, lions — at least thirty, plus robed cultists chanting.
And at the heart: the captured beastkin chieftain's daughter.
She was chained to the central altar — a towering figure even bound. Late 30s in human terms, amber eyes blazing with defiance, dark brown furred ears and a long, tufted tail. Her muscular yet curvaceous body was barely covered by torn tribal rags — powerful thighs, full breasts straining against leather straps, wide hips screaming fertility. She snarled at her captors, but exhaustion showed in her slumped shoulders.
The system pinged.
[High-Value Target Detected: Zara Kaelthorn (Beastkin Chieftain's Mate, Married)]
[NTR Potential: Extreme | Status: Captive, Tortured, Defiant]
Ethan's cock twitched. But first — the fight.
He waited for nightfall.
Under cover of darkness, he struck.
Shadow Step blinked him behind the first guard — dagger to throat, silent drop. Another blink — two panther assassins down before they could scream. Combat Flow guided him through the patrols — dodge, parry, strike. A wolf charged; Ethan vaulted over, blade slashing hamstrings mid-air, then finishing with a throat cut on landing.
Cultists noticed — dark bolts flew. Ethan rolled behind a stone, Aether Sense detecting the caster. He Shadow Stepped behind, sword through the back.
The alarm rose. Beastkin roared. The portal pulsed brighter.
Ethan charged the center.
Zara's amber eyes locked on him — surprise, then recognition. "You… the human who saved the envoy?"
Ethan grinned, blade flashing. "The same. Hold on."
A lion beastkin — massive, maned — swung a warhammer. Ethan ducked, blade slicing tendons behind the knee. The beast fell; Ethan finished with a decapitating strike.
Two wolves flanked — claws and fangs. Ethan parried claws with sword, kicked one in the chest, then spun to slash the other's throat.
Cultists chanted — shadows lashed. Ethan used Noble Command — aura flaring, weakening their resolve. The shadows faltered.
He reached the altar, blade cutting Zara's chains. She rose, snatching a fallen axe.
"Fight with me," Ethan said.
Zara grinned, fangs bared. "Gladly."
Together they tore through the remaining guards — Ethan's precision, Zara's raw power. She swung the axe in wide arcs, cleaving skulls; he darted in for kills.
The ritual leader — a robed demon-touched human — raised the crystal. "You're too late!"
The portal widened — a clawed hand emerging.
Ethan charged — Shadow Step blinking him to the leader's side. Blade through the heart. The crystal shattered.
The portal collapsed in a thunderclap, sucking the hand back.
Silence.
Zara panted, axe dripping. "You… saved me."
Ethan sheathed his sword. "I'm not done."
He locked eyes with her.
Free Claim activated.
Zara's amber eyes widened, heat flooding her body. Nipples hardened under torn rags, pussy clenching. "What… what is this?"
Ethan stepped close. "You're mine now."
She resisted — fierce warrior pride — but the claim was absolute. Her axe dropped. "No… my mate… my tribe…"
Ethan cupped her chin. "They failed you. I won't."
He kissed her — rough, claiming. She moaned, body surrendering.
The valley was theirs.
[Milf Acquired: Zara Kaelthorn (Beastkin Chieftain's Mate, Married)]
[+250 Vitality | +180 Strength | Skill Unlocked: Beastkin Fury (Passive – Enhanced physical power in rage)]
[NTR Bonus x7: Tribal Betrayal Multiplier]
[+800 Power | Loyalty Imprint: Permanent | Beastkin Tribal Access Unlocked]
Zara knelt, eyes worshipful. "Master… take me. Breed your beastkin slave."
Ethan grinned. The war had just gained a powerful new ally.
To be continued…