Chapter 114: Overlord Kingdom

Ravina was the following one. I pulled her up; my grip was firm enough to bruise, but at the same time, it was gentle enough to tease.

After that, the silence was broken by Sabina’s trembling voice. "Dexter..." Her finger was pointing at the injured females lying on the ground, their bodies broken in such a manner that made my mouth water.

A warrior was holding onto her arm, and blood was oozing from between her fingers. Another one was pressing a hand to her stomach; her breath was short. And then there were the beauties—the ones with the spear still stuck in their breasts, their skin shining with the combination of sweat and agony.

My tongue was racing out to wet my lips. Ohhh. This was the understatement of the century.

I let my gaze linger, my voice dripping with false exhaustion. "A god’s power isn’t free, Aunt." I spread my arms, letting the weight of my words crush them. "Even I need to... restore my energy."

Ravina dropped to her knees, her voice breaking. "I beg for your mercy, God! It’s our fault—our greed—"

"Aunt Ravina." I cut her off, my boot pressing down on her shoulder, pinning her in place. "Just call me, Dexter, like before." My thumb traced her collarbone, her skin burning under my touch. "Like Aunt Sabina does."

Blood drenched the ground, to be honest, and tears only added to the misery—people falling one after another, as if a machine gunner was firing at a wheat field.

Their hands and knees were breaking the earth, not caring whether or were in pain. There were also some faces pressed so tightly against the dirt that they could barely breathe.

The ones who had been beaten? They were gasping for breath between clenched teeth, trembling all over, stuck somewhere between being in terrible pain and experiencing this crazy, passionate dedication that almost resembled happiness. Strange combination, isn’t it?

"Please accept us, God..." A woman with a spear still embedded in her thigh sobbed, her fingers clawing at the dirt. "We beg you... let us follow you..."

Another pressed her forehead to the ground so hard it left a mark. "We are yours..."

All except Agatha—her swollen belly made kneeling impossible. She stood there, panting, her hands cradling her stomach like it held the last hope in the world.

I stepped toward her, my palm pressing to her shoulder, holding her up. "You don’t kneel, Agatha." My voice was soft. Almost tender. "Not like this."

Her breath hitched. "D-Dexter..."

I nodded, my gaze sweeping over the sea of bent spines and heaving tits. Fuck. The sight of them—all these women, mine—sent a jolt straight to my cock.

"I’ll accept you as my people." My fingers twitched, itching to take. "You’ll follow me. Obey me. And in return..." I let the pause hang, let them ache for it. "You’ll never starve. Never bleed. Never fear again."

A chorus of voices exploded—"BY THE GRACE OF GOD!"

I let the worship wash over me, savoring it like fine wine. Then Ravina’s voice cut through, trembling but eager. "Dexter... we—we want you to name our tribe."

I turned, slow, deliberate. "Tribe?" A laugh rumbled in my chest, dark and knowing. "No." My boot crushed a patch of dirt beneath it. "From now on, this is a Kingdom." The word hung in the air, heavy as a crown. "The

Overlord Kingdom

." My grin was all teeth. "And I?" I spread my arms. "I am its King."

"HAIL TO THE OVERLORD KINGDOM!"

Ravina’s voice was broken as she looked at me, her cheeks bright red, her fingers nervously playing with the pubic hairs on her pussy, scratching them. "How — how could we assist you in regaining your energy, my King? There is nothing that we wouldn’t do for you!" Her gaze flicked to my groin, where my erection was visible through my skirt, already hard as if fed with heavenly desire.

I turned to her, showing my casual, yet seductive side with "Aunt Ravina..." I shook my head as if annoyed with myself and sighed as if weighed down by my power that I had to break my own rule. "In order to regain my strength, I should...". An intermission. Let the message be understood. "Have sex with a woman."

Sabina gasped for air, and her eyes bulged out. "Oh..that’s why..." Sabina was lost in her thoughts, and then she suddenly asked, looking at me, expecting me to just nod at her words.

"That must be the reason why Sister Helen healed so quickly...". The look she gave my erection, her words becoming a mouthful of a secret, "And that is why your cock is still hard even with us dirty women... right?"

Sabina quivered as she placed her forehead against the ground; her voice cracked. "So you first put your cock inside Sister Helen’s pussy to restore your energy and then healed her..."

"Mmm." I can’t be bothered to either deny or confirm. My gaze slowly passed over them as I kept silent—resting on the injured, the needy, and the pretty. The atmosphere was saturated with the thick aroma of blood, sweat, and the musk of sexual desire that lingered on their skins, their bodies craving for my touch.

Sabina suddenly bowed, her whole body trembling, "I—I can not help but feel ashamed of the way I acted and what I said just now! At least give me the chance to apologize—"

I clicked my tongue, crouching down by her side to lift her chin with my hand. My touch was almost tender, almost, when my thumb wiped a tear from her cheek. "Oh, Auntie Sabina." My voice was like a low caress. "I am not angry..."

With brisk movement, I displayed my power across the assembly like a light. "Aunt Sabina, please get up." A moment. "It’s not your fault."

Ravina’s voice was hesitant, her fingers twisting. "Dexter... does the Kronos Tribe know about you being a God?"

I shook my head, slow and deliberate. "They don’t."

A smirk curled Ravina’s lips, her voice dropping to a murmur. "That’s good..."

Then, her voice firmer, her eyes locked onto mine: "Dexter... if you need to restore your energy... You can use my pussy if you want."

Sabina’s voice followed, breathless and eager. "You can use mine too..."

And then—

"Take me!"

"Please, my King—!"

"Anything—just breed me—!"

Ha. Haa. This was too much fun.

However, my sight was drawn to Agatha.

She was somewhat separated from the others, somewhat independently doing her own thing—at least not interacting with the rest.

Not that you could have gone unnoticed by her in any way; her stomach was so big, I mean, cartoonishly big, as if she was going to explode at any time.

Moreover, I was not able to resist seeing the shape of her pussy, which was inflamed and somewhat shining. There was no way not to react—my cock certainly felt it.