Realm Wars - Chapter 161

*WARNING! Chapter contained sexual and rape scenes not suited for young audiences. Skip to the next chapter if you’re not comfortable with this type of scene.

You’ve been warned.

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Althord’s body convulsed involuntarily at the sudden shock of the pain when the blue fire grazed on his skin. It was a different kind of burn from regular fire. It was like the pain poured over him like a storm of scalding rain and radiated up his spine, blurring his thoughts.

Althord didn’t know how he did, but he managed to clump his mouth shut by drawing blood from his lips. The others were not as strong as he was, and they succumbed to the pain with the first contact of the fire.

AaRgGhH!

A scream ripped their throat, and Tiamat ended their life in an instant. Althord saw Fibble resist the heat, but when the fire reached where he stood, Fibble eyes bulged, and his veins crawled against his skin as he cried with all his might.

Althord closed his eyes shut when Tiamat brought him to its jaws. Splatters of blood burst from the Dragon’s mouth while spilling guts on the sand. Fibble’s body was torn in pieces, and some parts of his limbs were scattered in the desert.

Althord fought his stomach-churning. He swallowed the acid taste of vomit filling his throat. He took his mind off from the scene, but he had difficulty concentrating on anything but the all-consuming pain of his burnt skin. The unendurable pain caused him to blackout for an instant.

Every movement was torturous. Every thought intensified the pain – pain no mortal man had ever endured before. His skin was melting from the heat, and half his body was burning.

Maybe it was best if he had blacked out instead and fallen on the sand? It would end all the pain and agony in one swift.

“What do we have here,” Tiamat hissed, eyes on Althord. “A human who lasted a minute on my flames.”

Tiamat chuckled. “You’re the only one left. .. a pity if you die. . .”

A swirl of ravaging flames enveloped Tiamat, and she took a form of a woman with long red blazing hair and an alluring naked body. Her horns lined her head, and her draconic tail was covered in razor-sharp spikes.

Althord would be aroused at the ethereal beauty holding a luminous skin and dilated crimson eyes. But the fire caught his dick, and his eyes watered as he bit his tongue in half.

“At your limit, I see.” Tiamat reached a hand on Althord’s head, and his body convulsed. Red searing light glowed in his veins, and burnt skin replaced half his face. His eyes glowed red, and a hideous cry tore through his mouth. He felt the surging power from Tiamat, and his skin cracked and emitted smoke while the fluid in his body was all turned to blazing lava.

Tiamat crossed her arms under her enormous breasts, pushing her chest forward. “From now on. You’ll be my little huntsman. I’m bored, and it’s time for the players to venture out here and quit hiding in their cute little tent, no?”

Since she was restricted in the danger zone, she just needed a player to cause havoc in the protective zone. She could have done it in the beginning, but where was the fun in that?

She wanted to give the explorers some hope before she crushed it with despair.

Tiamat leaned closer to Althord and caressed his blank face. “Go and hunt the players for me.”

Althord nodded without a word, and Tiamat’s laughter’s boomed in the desert.

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Clyde’s eyes were red from staring at the maps in his hands. But no matter how much he stared, the map remained the same. It still didn’t give him any indication of the exits nor treasures whereabouts.

Where were there even treasures to begin with?

Sighing through his mouth, he gave up and leaned on his chair. Thanks to the halfbreeds food, they could survive for another week, but it wasn’t enough.

Clyde slammed his palm against the table. If only Reyna would act!

Maybe it was time to cut the portion of food? If the hunter’s team didn’t bring back meat after a week, then they were definitely in trouble.

Sensing his stress was building, Clyde decided to relax in the pleasure house. He couldn’t do much about their current predicament. It was all up to the hunters now.

Inside the pleasure house, it reeked of sweat and the smell of cum. Clyde’s eyes skimmed the entangled bodies and made his way towards a woman who wasn’t skin and bones.

If he remembered correctly, her name was Claire. Her face was average, and her breast was small for his liking, but she had to do for now.

“Move,” Clyde said and everyone who was fucking her dispersed right away. His eyes twitched when the woman slumped on the ground with dead eyes and a limp body. Cum dripped from her mouth, pussy, and butt.

Clyde clicked his tongue and ordered a man in charge of the pleasure house to clean and gave another dose of drug to Claire.

The man protested. “But sir, she already received one this morning. She might die if I give her another.”

“Do you think I care?” Clyde snapped.

The man didn’t say anything more and had Claire cleaned before she was injected with another drug dose.

Claire’s lifeless eyes turned opaque, and her tongue stuck out from her mouth as she rubbed her breast. She needed to released the pressure building in the pit of her stomach, and her juices dripped in the side of her legs upon the bulge on Clyde’s pants.

Claire crawled towards Clyde and pushed his pants down in a hurry. Clyde’s cock sprung to his pelvis, and Claire took it in her mouth with difficulty.

The thick shaft was pulsating, and it was burning in her mouth. Clyde gripped Claire’s head and pushed his hips forward enough for Claire’s eyes to water. Easing her throat, Claire sucked Clyde’s penis, hallowing her cheeks as she did.

Clyde gasp and his head tip back.

Claire’s warm saliva-coated tongue was enough to evaporate his stress and worries. The occasional scraping of her teeth against his penis sent shivers from his toes to his spine, and he closed his eyes tight.

Clyde pushed his hips forward and backward in ragged motion and hit Claire’s throat when he released his cum. His fingers intertwined in Claire’s hair, pulling her towards him as she choked with his essence.

Unsatisfied, Clyde pushed Claire to her stomach and raised her butt. He parted her butt cheeks and pushed two fingers inside her pussy.

Claire wiggled her hips, and she released a moan. She ground her butt against Clyde and looked at him with melting, dull eyes and saliva dripping mouth.

Clyde grinned and smacked Claire’s butt. “You like that bitch? I don’t usually fuck whores, but you’ll have to do for now.”

Clyde gripped Claire’s hips towards him and thrust his cock at the same time.

“Agh. . .” a strangled moan escaped from Claire’s sore throat. Since her time in the Right Oasis, she hadn’t had any food nor an ounce of a wink from the endless men she had to pleasure. Her stomach was full of cum, and her body was sore all over. Each time that she reached ecstasy, it felt like she would die.

Clyde was uninterested when Claire’s vagina bleed, and her body shook. The important thing was for him to release his stress. He picked up speed and dug his nails against her hips as he rocked her body forwards and back.

Claire’s eyes rolled in the back of her head, and her heart was thumping louder and hard before it stopped when Clyde inserted his penis to the hilt, filling her to the brim.

*huff

*pant

Clyde withdrew his cock and wiped the dripping essence off his shaft with a clean cloth before dressing himself.

Claire slumped on the hard cold sand with pupils in the back of her head while saliva dripped from her mouth. Not bothering to check whether the woman was alive or not, Clyde went out of the pleasure house while other men surrounded the lifeless Claire and used her pussy and mouth as a tool to relieve themselves.

Outside, Clyde wiped the sweat on his face and body. Maybe he’d go to the bathhouse next and take a bath?

“What’s that?”

“Is that. .. Althord?”

Clyde frowned at the commotion outside the gates, and he hurried to the group of mercs huddled in the entrance.

“What’s going on?” Clyde asked.

None of the mercs could say what was going on as they just pointed their finger in the direction of a lone man cloaked in red flame marching in their camp.

Clyde squinted his eyes. “Althord?”

Clyde couldn’t recognize him. Not with half his skin was burn while smoke rose from his parted lips. His eyes were glowing red.

“What is that?” Clyde muttered.

Althord brandished his spear, and his mouth ripped open in a battle cry as he charged in their direction. Its body burst with flames, and it felt like the earth thudded with his every step.

Clyde’s eyes bulged, and he yelled. “Close the gate!”

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A/N

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