Chapter 145 - The Spoils of War

*NOTE – Edit last chapter’s end to the following here at the beginning: Nothel still dies, and though he gets mad the reaction is slightly less emotional. Also change the punishment to a lesser form of torture, and a small speech about how he can’t trust either Silvara or Carol now without contracts. Places them into slavery contracts as thralls.

Chapter 145 – The Spoils of War

Silvara spat at him in disgust as her friend Carol fell to the floor gasping after Trey rammed a fist into his cousin’s gut. The elf princess was restrained by Sithis, but she was still trying to struggle in and get a hit as she sneered up at him. “My mother and father will NEVER accept one such as you to marry me! Lumenorei is not yours to rule, regardless of Agnude’s wishes! You are a MONSTER, and Agnude has betrayed our people for the promise of power!”

Trey wiped the spit off his face, flinging it to the floor as he stared down at the corpses of Nothel and Osi with sadness evident in his eyes. Their souls were gone, destroyed by his vengeful and jealous cousin after she’d thrown a temper tantrum because she was no longer the one in charge.

He thought of killing her right then and there, but Alkir needed her for some kind of experiment according to Eleknar. He couldn’t just off her even if he wanted to.

Still… as he looked down at the unfortunate corpses that’d once been his property. Nothel in particular had grown very attached to him in a short time, she’d clung on to him as the saving grace he represented in the course of her tragic life. He hadn’t loved her like she’d loved him, but he’d truly cared for her… What made it even more sad, was that she was a worthless nobody to everyone except him. Who else would care that she was gone? Who else other than him would think about her after her passing? The course of her life snuffed out by some jealous bitch, and in all honesty… it was somewhat his fault. If Trey had left Nothel out of this mess, Carol would have never had a reason to kill her.

He knew that line of thinking was toxic… but he still couldn’t help thinking it. He glared at his downed cousin, then turned back to the raging elf princess who was insulting him to his face in front of his subordinates with a deep-set sneer.

“Your kind is an abomination! I will NEVER agree to a wedding bond with you!” Silvara raged, tugging at her hands that were held behind her back as she kicked and frantically twisted against the devil’s unmoving hands.

Trey rolled his eyes and glanced back at Rivia, who looked stoically back. “Where’s Ikt?”

“Scouting the enemy’s fortress out, sire.” Rivia stated with a low bow – her perfect, purple features downcast.

He nodded, sighing. “Well, here’s the plan.”

Trey turned back to the elf princess, patting her cheek and then pinching it rather aggressively. Looking the girl up and down, he took a step forward to get in closer and placed a hand around her neck – gripping her airway firmly and beginning to choke her. “Atharost… Rivia… As soon as I’m done enslaving the souls of this elf bitch and my cousin – strip them both down. Put them on a table, and get them set up for Ikt… It appears that these two can’t be trusted, and I’ll need them both alive for different reasons. If Silvara doesn’t want to marry me of her own choice, I’ll force her to pretend long enough that her parents declare me as rightful emperor over their lands. If Carol doesn’t want to play nice either, then she’ll have to be trained.”

Trey grinned as he glanced over the torturer’s tools laid out under the tent’s shadows, then his eyes fell back to his cousin who looked up at him with a bloodied, swollen lip under. “Have Ikt make it painful, and as soon as he’s done – Carol is all yours Atharost.”

The ifrit cocked his head to one side curiously and folded his arms, looking down at Trey’s cousin with confusion. “All mine?”

“That’s what I said.” Trey stated casually as his unholy script began to crawl off his left hand and into Silvara’s flesh, burning his will into her body and soul and causing the elf princess to convulse while gagging as he continued to choke her. “You’ve been wanting a harem of your own, right? Well, Carol can be your first.”

***

Trey stood on the apex of the hill, looking out over the grasslands with Silvara in the nude on his left – a collar around her neck and a leash attached to it that he held in his hand. Her athletic warrior’s body was a milky, healthy white – and the wounds Ikt had inflicted upon her the night before were already faded away. That being said, she still shuddered in the warm breeze as she tried to block out the memories of the torture the shadow fiend had inflicted upon her while laughing all the while amidst her screams.

The stone wall exploded inwards with the combined barrage of trebuchets and hundreds of charged magical attacks rocked the foundation – with Trey’s overly charged chaos ball growing to fifty times the size of a normal one before he let it go. Devastating force was held behind the discharge with black and red shocks of power ripping along the ground and remnant buildings even after the attack had blown a hole through the wall.

“Sithis, Piggy, Ezdeath, Atharost…” Trey stated, turning to his four flying minions who each bowed in turn. “Take out the towers and their lightning enchantments. If you feel like it is not a job you can accomplish without serious risk, come back immediately. Work together.”

In unison the four demons launched themselves from the ground, with the gleeful cackling of Piggy echoing over the plains as green power ripped from her unholy script to encase her body in a glowing aura of dark magic.

Control Limit Slots: 121 of 121 used.

Trey’s Prominent Minions:

• Napoleon,      Primal Imp, Level 95 (1 slot)(Admired)
• Talsh’Noc’Un,      Sword of Ruin, Living Weapon (1 slot)(Content)(Thirsting Level 1)
• Atharost,      Ifrit, Level 107 (1 slot)(Admired)
• Rivia Ahst,      Culn, Level 101 (1 slot)(Forever Indebted and Lusting)
• Piggy,      Infernal Elf Pet, Level 89 (1 slot)(Infatuated)
• Juila,      Sacrificial Lamb, Level 90 (1 slot)(Devoted)
• Telipe,      Demihuman Thrall, Level 62 (1 slot)(Scared and Subservient)
• Ezdeath,      Pureblood Succubus, Level 711 (3 slots)(Lusting)
• Sithis,      Fledgling Abyssal Devil, Level 97 (1 slot)(Very Friendly)
• Rusoe,      Pureblooded Vampire, Level 51 (1 slot)(Lusting)
• Silvara,      High Elf Thrall, Level 81 (1 slot)(Disgusted and Hated)
• Carol, Human      Thrall, Level 59 (1 slot)(Loathed)

Trey’s Other Minions:

• 106 Vampiric      Zombies, Levels 48-203 (105 slots)

Standing before him was a small army of zombies he’d created from the fallen vampires. He’d been unable to resurrect the vampire champion he’d defeated, due to the high level of the character he wanted to reanimate, but shrugged it off as the man hadn’t been that impressive anyways. Despite the warrior’s level being over 400, Trey’d wiped the floor with him and was certain many of his minions could have done something similar if pitted in a one on one matchup.

He'd also tried to use various means of magic to resurrect Osi and Nothel, and to his vast disappointment and the guilt he felt building up inside of him – he was not able to do so even with the help of Taen, Maltetious and the two paladins she had with her. Rivia had tried too with her miracle to bring back the dead through sacrifice, but none of it had worked. Carol had done a number on destroying the souls of the two innocent women, and He’d angrily lashed out with a backhand to fell his cousin to the ground upon having no success – spitting on her and promising of the punishments to come.

However, he had been able to bring back one man in particular – and as he absentmindedly watched Sithis divebomb an electrified tower with the others hot on his heels in flight, Trey sat down to speak to his prisoner. “How are you feeling, Lord Okt?”

The vampire lord was shackled and had an elvish scimitar placed against the back of his neck as Yastiel kept personal watch over their prisoner, and he glared up at the elf over his shoulder before snorting in distaste. “How am I feeling? Are you really curious as to how I am doing when I’m bound by chains and have a cray bitch of an elf paladin digging her blade into the base of my neck?”

Trey chuckled, watching the first of the towers fall as the keep’s defenses radiated lightning bolts that tried to strike his minions down amidst the explosions of stone and magic. “Remember these moments, Lord Okt, as they’ll be the last ones you have as a free man. Once this fortress falls, I’ll be enslaving your soul… along with the soul of your wife. From there, it remains to be seen on whether or not I’ll feed you to my demons or not.”

Trey yanked the elf princes closer to him, pulling on the leash and causing her to stumble as he caught her by her hair – pulling her up as his new slave grimaced in pain with a feminine grunt. Pulling her face around and inspecting the pentagram on her forehead in detail, his fingers traced her royal features and came down to her milky white breasts – lightly squeezing them to get a feel of their firmness while she glared at him with extreme hate.

“I’m going to have to find a way to get rid of that pentagram before I present you back to your parents.” Trey mused, his hand trailing down to cup her sculpted right ass-cheek as he smirked. “Don’t be so angry with me, my future queen… I promise I’ll take great care of you.”

He shoved her to the ground and nodded to Yastiel. “It is time. The zombies I have are yours to command.”

The elf general nodded eagerly, slammed the hilt of her sword into Lord Okt’s skull, and the vampire lord went limp as he fell into unconsciousness. Whirling on her army out behind her and raising her curved elvish sword high above her head – she screamed out so that they could all hear her as more explosions from the fortress echoed across the land. “VETTERESIES!”

The echoing sound of swords drawing from sheaths lifted into the air to meet her own action – blades glistening in the sunlight, and a roar of over a hundred voices lifted into the air as a cheer while the huge mech Izumi was driving stepped up to the back of the line. The zombies made from dead vampires, meanwhile, remained dull-faced and began to walk forward – quickly going from a walk into a rush as their maddened screams.

“FORWARD!” Yastiel screamed, turning heel and launching herself off the hilltop and onto the field below with a blur of speed as the vetteresie warriors charged on behind her. Barriers and magical wards were erected over the top of the army, with Juila, Ikt, Rusoe, Rivia and Napoleon staying by Trey’s side as they watched the main force charge ahead.

Trey located Carol a little ways off, beaten and bruised but still in her vetteresie plate armor as she stood alone and downcast further back near the tents. She hadn’t been included in the attack, and a new pentagram signaling her status as his thrall was carved into her forehead underneath her helmet and locks of dirty-blonde hair. “Wench, get over here.”

The contract on her soul pulled his cousin towards him, forcing her to walk his way until she came to a stop directly in front of him and glared up with gritted teeth.

He smirked, tugging on Silvara’s leash again and mentally signaling the princess to stand up. Putting an arm around the shoulders of Carol’s friend and leaning on the girl, he stared right back at his cousin with sincere amusement. That amusement quickly darkened though, when he remembered why he’d enslaved her in the first place… and thoughts of Nothel and Osi came swimming back. “How was your quality time been with Atharost last night? He said he had a good time.”

Carol’s fists tightened, her jaw tightened even further, but her eyes fell down to the grass at their feet in shame.

“This is your fault you know. You chose to kill Nothel and Osi over petty, ridiculous reasons that left two innocent women dead.” Trey stated after a minute of silence. He put a finger underneath Carol’s chin and raised her eyes back up to meet his. “And I want you to remember that, every night, for the rest of your miserable life… as you and your good friend Silvara here endure a life of servitude to me. Or in your case, Carol, servitude to Atharost. Now… as I go claim victory over these sniveling vampires hunkering down in their castle…”

His words were interrupted with another explosion as one of the towers sent a defensive lightning strike that made contact with Sithis mid-air, and the flaming devil roared before barreling into the stone tower beneath – throwing vampires off the battlements as Trey’s other three flying demons joined him in the bloodbath. Trey paused for a moment, watching as Izumi’s mech launched plasma missiles off the sniper cannons that took out numerous defenders lining up at the part of the wall that’d crumbled to the ground and formed a pseudo-hill of rubble. Arrows from vampiric defenders began to hail down on his small army, though many of them were soon bathed in flame as Atharost and his familiar Boxamoth set their sights from the tower onto the defenders within the lower wall beneath them.

“… As I go claim victory over these sniveling vampires hunkering down in their castle,  I want you to think on what you did wrong. Not because it’ll change anything… but because I want you to realize that your actions took your place at the helm of a small country, and put you here instead. Agnude will not come to save you, as you and Silvara both broke the pact he made between himself and Alkir. You are both my property now, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Now… be a doll, and watch over this vampire lord for me while I’m gone. Lord Okt is sure to be angry when he wakes up, and I don’t want him running around just yet before I free up some more minion slots to enslave his soul too.”

***

Lady Okt screamed in rage and flung the bottle of spiced blood against the wall, shattering it in a spray of glass and red liquid as the inner keep around her shuddered under the impact of another attack. Her people’s dying screams echoed around her as the clash of incoming zombies and holy warriors clashed with the defenders of the keep all around her.

The inner walls of her sanctuary were now breeched, and he could hear the demonic laughter of Eleknar’s heir echoing through the halls as he approached her throne room.

The vampire noblewoman was surrounded by her family, or what remained of it with her husband being killed on the battlefield not long ago. Tears crept up to collect under her eyelids as her dark hair fell about her face.

Kagdor, the coven’s raven-haired quartermaster and the only one of their coven who’d been singled out by Trey as one he’d let live, was strapped to a chair and being interrogated by her nephew.

“TELL ME!” Furdom screamed as he whipped Kagdor across the exposed vampire’s chest again. “WHY DID HE SINGLE YOU OUT!?”

Another lash from the younger, blonde vampire struck the quartermaster as Kagdor grunted and gritted his teeth – baring his fangs and spitting blood. “I DON’T KNOW!”

“LIES!”

Lady Okt’s nephew lashed him again, drawing out a dagger and dropping the whip to press the blade against Kagdor’s neck. “I do not have time to play games with you Kagdor! Tell us why you betrayed the coven, and what you know of his weaknesses! How can we turn this situation around!?”

“ENOUGH!” screeched Lady Okt as she whirled on the small crowd behind her. She wiped a tear off her right cheek, fingers growing white as they clenched, nails digging into her own hands to draw blood.

She glared at her nephew Furdom, then looked to Tenke – the redheaded lacky that followed Furdom everywhere he went. “If Kagdor hasn’t talked yet there’s nothing else he knows… and we are far past the point of trying to salvage this situation.”

She let out a long, quivering sigh and closed her eyes – trying to calm down and ignoring the blanching stares of the others at the top tier of their coven. Her sister and her sister’s husband, Furdom’s parents, were pale faced just as many of the others… and they all looked to her as coven leader now that Lord Okt was dead.

She stumbled over to the throne, still slightly drunk after having downed much of the spiced wine in their stores, and tried to ignore the escalating sounds of battle outside the central commanding room. Their towers were all wiped out by those blasted demons, their summoned reinforcements were obliterated, and their own dead marched against them in a sick turn of fate that’d pitted their once prestigious and powerful coven against one of the greater evils of the universe.

She sat with a thud, resting her pale face in one hand and gestured to Kagdor with the other. “Let him loose and leave him be.”

“WHAT?!” Furdom nearly screeched as his fangs bared. “How can you say such a thing!? He should be gutted and left for his demon friends and that traitor Trey to find!”

Lady Okt rolled her eyes at the stupidity of her nephew, and gave him a drunken glare. “Trey was no traitor, he was an infiltrator from the beginning. One that you and Tenke led to us.”

Furdom immediately shut up, growing pale and downcast as he stepped back from where Kagdor was bloodied and tied to a chair.

“It was not your fault, Furdom…” Lady Okt said with another loud sigh. She shook her head, flinching as the room’s western wall shuddered as a body slammed with an enormous impact into the other side. “It is not your fault. What would the chances be of finding the Vatosis Inferna and Eleknar’s Heir rolled into one? If not you, he would have found another way in. The fates were simply stacked against us, and if the bastard from the core worlds of the undead empires couldn’t deal with him… then there was no way we ever stood a chance. But you…”

She turned to Kagdor as one of the elite soldiers of their coven cut him loose – letting the quartermaster fall to the floor with a thud and a weak cough. Her voice was tired, strained, and anxious as she addressed the suspect she’d just let loose. “You, Kagdor… will remind Trey about how I let you live. He wouldn’t have said anything to you before this ‘event’ started if he didn’t think of you as a friend at the least. I don’t know if you were in league with him or not… but please… show us mercy and speak to him for us if you have any loyalty left to the coven.”

*BOOM*

*CRACK*

The door to the throne room flew off its hinges as a woman radiating with unholy power took a step inside. Neon green tattoos, bright red eyes, pointed elvish ears and rippling, feminine musculature defined her beautiful features as the magic surrounding her tore through the stone she walked on – chipping away at it as pieces of the floor floated upwards into the air in little patches and evaporated while her long, brown hair flew up and about her like she was in the center of a whirlwind. A sickly smile of perfect white teeth gleamed back at them with a crazed expression, and her hands dripped with blood until the magic surrounding her caused the blood to evaporate as well.

The sheer force behind the demoness caused Lady Okt to be violently thrown back against the large chair she sat in, and most of the vampires in the room around her were thrown off their feet amidst the torrent of energy to slam into the back wall or pile atop one another as the new enemy took slow steps towards the matriarch.

“Look who’s come for a little sucky sucky…” Piggy muttered under her breath with a deep-set hunger as her right hand abruptly shot up in front of her to extend a number of elongated claws. The sharp appendages tapped against one another one after the other in extremely quick succession, and she licked her lips while protruding her bare chest out as if to suck in all the air around her with an inhale. “How I love serving the master… This life… is far beyond what I could have ever expected…”

“Stand down Piggy.”

The deep, demonic voice vibrated through the waves of power and carried a sense of authority as an abyssal devil stepped from the hallway and into the room, extending its wings as its body erupted in hellfire. It looked down at the original demoness with a permanently set grin of razor teeth, and under his glare – the demoness retracted her claws and prostrated herself on the floor to begin groveling.

“Sithis! I did not know you wanted these ones for yourself! As master’s favorite, you deserve only the best!” Piggy scrambled over to Sithis and began kissing, licking the devil’s feet until he withdrew one in disgust. She glanced up at him, eager to please, and reached up to grope his thigh. “May I prepare one for you!? If I cut up just one and spice him, I could even use his venom to try out a new recipe! It has to be fresh though, VERY FRESH, so the corpses outside just won’t do… No… No they won’t do… I need the venom of a LIVE vampire!”

She grinned like a maniac up at the devil before she was flung to the side – impacting the western wall with a thud as she fell to the floor, but her tattoos only glowed a brighter green as she scrambled up and laughed giddily before prostrating herself once again.

Sithis sneered down at the broken woman, then seemed to calm down and let out a grunt. “I apologize, Piggy. I am just in a poor mood. Forgive me for…”

He was cut off as the demoness quickly shook her head in exaggerated fashion. “NO! No, Sithis, I deserve the punishment! Please, punish me all you like!”

If Sithis had any lips, he certainly would have curled them in distaste. “Eh… Very well. Anyways…”

The devil turned to the cowering vampires in the back, reduced his flames to a mere cinder, and crossed his arms to stare at the Lady Okt. “Are you the matriarch of this coven?”

The vampire woman, now not dealing with the massive flux of power that’d been pouring out of Piggy, remained frozen to her throne and had become far paler than she usually was. The middle-aged Lady Okt eventually nodded under the firm stare of Sithis, and the devil grunted his acknowledgement.

The devil then motioned to the vampires in the back. “Drop all your weapons. If even one of you tries to resists, you will all die.”

“Die.. DIEEEE!!!” Piggy squealed in excitement as she whirled on the vampire crowd with bloodshed in her eyes and with incredible speed lunged to an abrupt stop five feet in front of the nearest of them – claws extended and tattoos still glowing a bright neon green.

The crazed demoness was more than enough to get them all to drop their swords, staves and other various combat equipment as they remained otherwise silent and staring out at the two demons with a mixture of fear and hate.

The slow clap from the hallway took their attention next though, as Trey walked in with a confident swagger. Talsh’Noc’Un hung bloodied on his back and radiating chaos energy, and in his left hand he pulled a beautiful, naked, silver-haired elf girl who anxiously crawled along on all fours over the bloodied stone to avoid being choked. His form-fitting black synthesizer armor he’d gotten back in the Deadlands made him look rather dapper, and the large smile he wore could only be described as predatory.

The imp perched on his shoulder cackled with glee and jumped up and down as it pointed to the throne. “We take! We we take throne and win win!”

“Damn right, Napoleon. Damn right…” Trey muttered, resting his gaze from underneath his horns on the vampire matriarch and her velvet red dress. “Hello, Lady Okt… Nice day for a siege, isn’t it?”

He grinned at her look of sheer terror, then noted Kagdor who was getting up and limping towards him with a glare shot back at the other vampires. “Kagdor, you look like shit.”

Kagdor stumbled to a stop, obviously in very poor condition and bleeding profusely from many cuts and opened bruises along his body, but numbly nodded his agreement. “I feel like shit too… They thought I betrayed them because of what you’d said before the siege started.”

Kagdor’s statement was halfway accusatory, but Trey could understand that. Kagdor hadn’t known anything about this and had been caught up, and he’d just wanted Kagdor to stay out of the way before the All Spirit had transferred everyone over to this odd scenario.

Trey was about to reply when he saw a strange ape-like creature carving its own guts out to the right, shook his head, and the vision quickly disappeared as he grunted his irritation. His visions were coming back again in full force, the strange oddities that made little to no sense yet radiated venom and urges to kill within his ever-growing insanity that he had to battle off at regular intervals. “I can see why they thought that… though to be fair, I didn’t know we’d be swept up like this. Kagdor is no traitor to your coven… I merely liked him.”

Trey’s gaze settled back on the cowards in the back, to Furdom, then Tenke, and then to Lady Okt who remained quivering in her throne not far off underneath a chandelier. “This siege is over… I have conquered your fortress, killed those pathetic reinforcements you summoned from the outer worlds, and lay claim to this throne… or at least I will. But first, we need to talk.”

Trey kicked the elf he was pulling along before picking her up by her long, silver hair and dragging her over to the throne. Sitting her right on top of Lady Okt’s lap, he grinned at the deathly frightened matriarch and leaned in with his human features become more and more demonic by the second – until he wore the face of a devil that stared back out at her with anticipation. “I have been told by one of your soldiers I interrogated that you can contact all your coven at once. Call them off and tell them to surrender, and you will spare the lives of the soldiers you have left. This is more for my own sake, as I fully intend to keep your coven alive and well to serve me in conquering Zekul… or, you and your blood sucking family can choose death instead. The choice is yours.”

Lady Okt frantically nodded – a pressure on her mind alleviated as she realized she might not be sentenced to death after all. Touching a small crystalline cylinder protruding out of the left side of the throne and speaking quickly as she adjusted her body to give the elf he’d thrown on top of her some room, she obeyed the conqueror with haste. “Everyone… stand down. Surrender. The fortress is lost… but our lives don’t need to be. The Vatosis Inferna has declared that if we submit now, we will be spared to serve him in the future. For the sake of our coven, lay down your arms.”

Trey smiled wickedly, leaning in to loudly smell the cringing vampire woman as a forked tongue escaped from his throat and licked the side of her face where tears were starting to fall. “Good… Now, tell me…”

His hand clamped onto the matriarch’s skull, his claws digging into her flesh as she began to wail and scream while gripping the side of the throne with whitening fingers. “Do you accept me as your new master?”

His script of domination was on cooldown and had 0/3 charges after recent events, having taken Lord Okt, Silvara and Carol all within the same day as new slaves. However, vampires were undead… and they could submit to his contract just as demons could without needing the script.

The vampire woman didn’t answer, just continued to scream and cry until his grip grew firmer and she let out an even louder screech of pain.

“YES! YES I SUBMIT!”

[“Lady Okt has been beaten into submission and has requested to be registered as one of your undead minions. Do you accept? Yes? No?”]

The notification brightened up Trey’s eyes, and he quickly accepted yes.

Immediately he felt the bonds of minionhood enslaving Lady Okt’s soul as his own soul’s strands wrangled in her own – attaching pieces of himself to her and binding her in a pact that would forever define the rest of her life. It was violent, far more so than normal as he intentionally inflicted pain upon her while the binding was taking place with quivering soul strands becoming visible as he forced chaos energy across them to burn her from the inside out. He still remembered the way she’d been eating those children back in the Okt Compound. He still remembered the way she’d treated Nothel in the stories Nothel had told him before she’d died. Lady Okt was far from a good person… and although he was certainly evil himself, he had boundaries that he just refused to cross.

Especially concerning kids.

[“Lady Okt has been registered as your minion.”]

[“Event-Wide Message: You, Trey Bon, have secured the throne room. Guild Battle Completed: The Cult of Elekir vs. House Okt. This event will end within 24 hours and then resume normal time as you and your army are transferred back to the Okt Compound, and a casualty report will be given upon ending the event. Secure any slaves and treasures before then before returning. Any defenders who have not entered into contracted slave pacts with The Cult of Elekir’s forces will be executed by the system upon the end of the 24 hour period. Prizes will be administered upon the end of the event.”]

He let go of the screaming, crying wench as the contract finally solidified – leaving her panting on the throne as the other vampires watched in horror. Sithis let out a low chuckle, and Rivia came out from the hallway, passing Trey by with a wink and nudge of her slender hips as she too got up to kneel on the large throne to pull up her robes and let her perfect, bare, purple ass protrude his way.

“A well earned victory, my lord.” Rivia said with a seductive grin inbetween where Lady Okt sat panting and abused elf princess on the chair. “Perhaps it is time for a celebration?”

Piggy quickly scurried over to the throne, barely being able to push Silvara further to the right and fitting herself in as well to bend over and wiggle her own bare, heavily tattooed ass Trey’s way.

Trey nodded once, ignoring the continued scuffles outside and muffled screams as the vampires who decided to still put up a resistance were brutally killed as their comrades were rounded up to be detained. His eyes trailed over Lady Okt’s symmetrical face and large breasts, to Rivia’s prostrated ass inviting him in, to the milky white breasts of the furious elf princess, and then – finally – to where Piggy was giggling like a manic on the opposite end of the large throne.

His synthesizer suit began to unwind, disappearing from his body in swaths of shadowform as he stepped forward towards Lady Okt. Ignoring the crowd of vampires that were huddled in the back against the wall, he watched as his defined musculature was exposed across his abdominal section until his bulging cock was revealed next.

Grabbing Lady Okt by her ankles: he yanked her down, flipped her over and pulled up her velvet dress to reveal a round, juicy, pale white ass that he slapped hard to watch it ripple. The raven-haired milf began to hyperventilate as her panties were torn off to reveal a cleanly shaven pussy underneath, but she cooperated with him and propped herself up on her elbows while remaining bent over as she felt the head of his dick rub against her smooth vaginal lips.

“The spoils of war…” Trey snarled as his erection finished building. He grabbed Lady Okt’s large right breast, squeezing hard and groped her for a moment before spitting onto her warm, exposed vagina and pushing in.

The coven matriarch grimaced and then let out a loud feminine yelp when he slammed into her backside, causing her naked, white thighs and bubble butt to ripple – and then they started jiggling faster and faster as repetitive clapping sounds echoed through the room while Piggy and Rivia eagerly waited their turns. Meanwhile, Silvara just stared on anxiously while Trey fucked the defeated vampire leader as she continued to let out squeals, grunts and low cries of discomfort.