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Debauchery Hunter

Chapter 8

-VB-

Sophia moaned as her master’s dick plowed into her. Her eyes fluttered open as she woke up to the sensation of being filled.

“M-morning, Alan,” she greeted him as he hovered over her.

“Morning, Sophia,” he replied back as he rocked his hips back and forth.

She hissed as he slammed into her from above.

“M-Making yourself bigger again…?” she asked as she felt her vagina’s opening stretch.

“Don’t tell me you don’t like it,” he asked with genuine curiosity.

Whatever she was about to answer was abruptly cut off as her mouth opened to scream when his dick grew knobs all along its length and raked her vagina’s walls. She bit her lips as her body threatened to overload from the overwhelming ecstasy she found herself suddenly bathing in.

He lifted her up from the bed, returning to his previous “missionary” position. But he let her head listlessly tilt backward.

But then she saw one of his clones waiting in front of her.

The clone pried her mouth with his fingers before sliding the entire length of his dick into her mouth and into her throat.

She choked as her two holes contracted and dilated with each passing of her master’s dicks. She laid there helplessly as he violated her however he wanted.

Sophia shuddered as she climaxed, twitching helplessly as her master continued to use her.

They picked up pace and she choked on her master’s dick before resting between them as they climaxed and flooded her insides with his seeds.

“Fuck…” master uttered that strange word he always used every time he left her full of his seeds. They pulled out of her and left her gasping for breath while bits of his seeds leaked out from both of her lips.

She shuddered at the way the master caressed her enlarged and taut belly that carried his child.

“Thank you again, Sophia,” he said before each of them kissed her once on her forehead and left her to recover on her own.

After what felt like punct,* Sophia sighed tiredly as she got out of her bed, put on a “button up shirt,” a midi-length gathered blue skirt, and a pair of “sneakers,” the most comfortable footwear she’s ever worn in her life.

Just like any other morning, she left to eat breakfast prepared by her master. There, she met her peer, the former nun-in-training Orsola Aquineas. “Good morning,” she greeted the blonde woman.

She looked up from her meal and smiled beautifically. “Morning, Sophia!” the woman replied with her usually half-lidded eyes.

Sophia sat down across from Orsola with her plate of “egg roll,” leafy green salad with “ranch” dressing, and mashed “potato.”

“I assume you’ll be teaching the children again?” she asked casually as she started with a bite of the egg roll.

“Yes,” Orsola hummed as she drank her “chocolate” milk from a “straw.” “I only got through basic education for them, so I think it’s time to start on more advanced arithmetics and ethics.”

Sophia felt a little jealous of the orphans, strangely-eared ones and normal ones both. They met a good man to take care of them immediately, whose power exceeded perhaps even that of dukes. She only got to experience all of this after going through years of hardship.

She also felt a little jealous of Orsola, who was so much more than she was. She understood why her master brought the blonde woman as his second concubine; Orsola was beautiful, charming, kind, gentle, intelligent, wise, educated, and strong, in her own ways. Compared to her, Sophia knew that the best she could offer was an ever decreasing knowledge of the world, her body, and her “ability to connect with the people,” whatever that meant.

Honestly, she was a little scared. She was nearing the peak of her life, and once there, what little beauty she had would fail her and she would be cast aside.

She had confessed to Orsola of her fears, as the woman promised on her service to God to not divulge her secrets, and Orsola had been quick to reassure her that Alan would not do that.

“Hmm. I’ll probably be in the ‘throne room’ talking with the village representatives,” Sophia sighed.

As Alan’s first concubine and the only person with the closest thing to a “noble” lineage, the villagers under Alan’s control asked her to be their representative to Alan. She obliged, thinking that it would just be a monthly thing, but it turned out to be a near-daily job of hearing, listening, mediating, and solving problems on her master’s behalf.

However, some problems needed Alan’s personal attention to be solved properly.

-VB-

We got our second noble visit within a week of Ikumi Mito's induction into our family and on the 111th day since our arrival.

Using the old Roman road, a contingent of well armored and armed men-at-arms marched towards the entrance of our valley from the north. The chief of the Nauders village was quick to come to the clone stationed there.

“T-That’s the Duke of Bavaria’s flag!” he hissed to our infiltration clone. “You have got to do something or the entire valley might turn into a battlefield!”

We glanced over at the marching soldiers walking through the main road of the village with a dozen armored knights at the head of them. Unlike our modern idea of an army, these men simply marched and not in any coordination and most of them carried their own provisions.

“We’ll do something about it as soon as they leave your village,” we reassured him.

Back at our valley, we mobilized. Forty of us rushed into the armory, switched out the “peacekeeper” revolver and farmer gear sets for road sign armor and SARs. At the same time, three of us also began to change ourselves internally, growing larger and larger, and consumed half a freight unit’s worth of potatoes each to compensate for the growth.

Within an hour, three “giants” and forty soldiers stood ready and waiting for the Hive Mind’s orders.

Back in Nauders, the infiltration clone waited for the entire battalion to leave the village. Once they did and got a subjectively safe distance for the villagers, we had it open a portal and appear in front of the knights.

The knights came to a complete stop when they saw our portal and saw our clone step out of it. Our infiltration clone stood in front of them no more than a dozen yards from the tip of the forwardmost horse’s nose, and bowed.

“What brings the soldiers of Bavaria to our humble valley?” we asked.

“You must be an ally of the wizard who lives in these valleys!” a knight at the back snarled.

“Are you here to bring war?” we asked, unperturbed by the outburst, and continued to stare into the eyes of the man at the front.

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“Are you here to bring war?”

Sir Ben von Rosenheim stared down at the unarmed man dressed in odd clothes in front of him.

“Who are you?” he asked the man.

The man bowed lightly. “I am the King in the Mountain.”

“There is but one king of these mountains,” he spat. “And you are not the King of the Germans.”

“Are you here to contest my claim, then?”

“There is no ‘claim’ to contest, peasant!” Sir Jonas von Waldkraiburg snapped from behind him. “You must be the one who besmirched the honor of the Margrave of Spoleto! Submit yourself peacefully and you might just live!”

The man sighed as if he was the victim.

“Very well, then. Have at it.”

And gateways of sinister purple light just like the one the man used to greet them opened all around them.

Ben felt blood drain from his face when he saw three giants, armored with thick plates of metal and with equally giant metal clubs, step out onto the field and started to swinging.

Men behind him screamed but they were soon faced with forty soldiers, dressed and armored even more strangely than the greeter or the giants. They looked like someone decided to mimic a knight’s armor and then just gave up half-way.

But then they raised weird devices-.

Thunder exploded. Flashes of light blinded him. He felt his chest cave in and then fall backward as he lost control of himself.

He laid there on the green grass stained with blood and watched dimly as the knights and soldiers he led here scrambled to survive. In his last moments, he saw them fall lifelessly against the armored bandits or fly away to their deaths from the strikes of the giants, if they weren’t dead already.

‘There truly lived a wizard in these valleys…’

It was his fault that these men died, for he came underprepared to fight a wizard.

-VB-

Three hundred men-at-arms and five knights laid dead between Nauders and Marris Valley.

It took us a bit more than five minutes to kill them all, actually. It was mostly because we had to scour the field for any survivors.

But the deed was done and we were officially hostile to the German Empire.

We needed to fortify the valleys.

-VB-

*punct = 1/4th of an hour, an actual medieval european term