From Slave to King: My Rebate System Built Me a Kingdom With Beauties! Chapter 251: Breed Me! [FIXED!] [18 ]

Naruz’s voice cracked with raw need, the plea spilling from her lips like a dam breaking.

"Please, my king... fuck . Use my pussy like it’s hers. Make your stand-in whore."

Her eyes locked on his, wide and desperate, tears of lust glistening at the corners. Her massive breasts heaved with each ragged breath, nipples stiff peaks scraping against the remnants of her torn tunic. Pinned against the chamber wall, her thighs trembled, slick juices coating her inner skin and dripping onto the cold stone floor. The air hung thick with her scent—musky, fertile, begging for invasion and Byung had every intention of doing just that.

Byung’s fingers clenched her thigh, nails biting into green flesh, making sure her skin rembered she was his long after . He sensed her pulse racing through her pulse, her composure lting with his touch: fear of irrelevance twisting into feral hunger, visions of Maui’s muscular form fueling her submission.

"Take , replace her, make essential," her thoughts scread. His cock, thick and veined, nudged her entrance, the head slick from her earlier juices. Black magic thrumd in his blood, heightening every sensation—the wet heat of her folds, the quiver of her clit against his tip.

"Like it’s hers?" Byung growled, voice low and commanding. He dragged his shaft along her slit, parting her lips, teasing the swollen nub until her hips jerked forward. Leaning in, he captured a nipple between thumb and forefinger, rolling it harshly. Pain sparked pleasure in her mind, flashing images of Maui’s rough hands.

It felt like Byung was reading her mind but fortunately, Naruz was too taken by pleasure to think anything of this.

"Then cry out her na when I claim you. Let it burn in your throat."

He surged forward, burying his cock to the root in one savage thrust. Her pussy clamped down, walls rippling around his girth, stretching to accommodate him. Naruz’s scream echoed—sharp, ecstatic—as her back arched off the wall. Byung didn’t pause; he withdrew halfway and slamd back in, hips pistoning with brutal force. Skin slapped skin, wet and rhythmic, her juices squirting with each deep plunge. His balls smacked her ass, the impact jolting through her body.

Her breasts jiggled wildly, heavy orbs bouncing against her chest. Byung latched onto one, sucking the nipple deep, tongue lashing the tip while teeth grazed. Naruz’s nails raked his shoulders, drawing thin lines of blood on his goblin hide. Harder, like she’d fight but yield, her mind urged, the fetish igniting fresh waves of arousal. He bit down on the soft underside of her breast, breaking skin, the tallic tang mixing with sweat. She bucked into him, pussy fluttering, pulling him deeper.

Shifting, Byung hooked her leg over his hip, spreading her wide. The new angle let him grind against her inner walls, hitting that sensitive ridge. Naruz moaned gutturally, head thudding back.

"Maui!" The na tore from her, obedient and broken, spurring Byung’s pace to frenzy. Torchlight danced over their sweat-slicked forms, shadows twisting with each thrust. His forehead beaded with perspiration, dripping onto her collarbone as he rutted relentlessly.

Diving into her thoughts, Byung tasted her unraveling: doubt fading into bliss. His cock fills —thicker than dreams, magic burning inside. He nipped her neck, sucking the pulse.

"Drenching , slut. Your cunt milks like it knows its place." He pulled out nearly fully, air cooling her gaping hole, then ramd ho, toes curling in her. Her free leg locked around his waist, heels digging into his ass, urging more.

The wall abraded her back, but pain amplified ecstasy. Byung’s hand dipped between them, fingers circling her clit—swollen, throbbing. He matched the strokes to his hips, building her climax. Her tits pressed against his chest, nipples dragging through coarse hair.

"Beg for my seed," he rasped.

"Swear you’ll hold it, pretend it’s hers breeding you."

"Flood my pussy, king. Breed as your Maui proxy. I need your cum!" Naruz’s words tumbled out, slurred.

Orgasm crashed over her, pussy spasming in vise-like pulses. She squirted, hot fluid soaking his thighs and splashing the floor. Byung snarled, the squeeze nearly tipping him over. He fucked through it, hips blurring, balls tightening. Magic amplified his release—seed laced with binding essence. Gripping her ass, he lifted her, bouncing her on his shaft. Gravity drove him deeper, her weight slamming down.

Naruz clung to his neck, body shuddering. Another one building—his power owns . Their kiss was feral, tongues battling, his teeth splitting her lip. Blood flavored the union, possessive and intimate.

Coiling tight, Byung hilted deep, erupting. Ropes of cum jetted into her, scorching her walls, filling until it brimd. She milked him, aftershocks rippling. He ground slowly, sealing every drop. Pulling back, his seed oozed from her stretched pussy, trailing down her thigh.

Breaths synced, bodies glued by sweat. Byung eased her leg down, cock twitching inside. Her mind glowed: devotion blooming, fear silenced.

"Good whore," he murmured, wiping a tear.

"You’ll serve well." Byung muttered under his breath and Naruz smiled faintly, fingers tracing his arms.

Hunger unsated, Byung withdrew, cum bubbling out. He steered her to the fur bed, voice steel.

"Get on your hands ands and knees." Byung commanded. Naruz couldn’t even comprehend what was going on but she muffled her moans. Like Maui was standing right at the door and she shouldn’t be allowed to hear them.

She obeyed, ass presented, pussy glistening with their ss. His palm cracked her cheek, flesh rippling red. Mounting, he slid into her slick heat, groaning at the ease.

Slower now, he savored the view—her ass cheeks parting around his base. Fingers fisted her hair, yanking her arch.

"Scream Maui again." Thrusting deep, he built rhythm. Naruz cried out, voice raw, chamber resounding. One hand reached under, squeezing a swinging tit, twisting the nipple. The other rubbed her clit, chasing peaks.

Magic sustained him, touches sparking fire. Naruz rocked back, eting slams, body his instrunt. Use eternally—your secret Maui. Byung accelerated, bed groaning. Sweat arced, her skin blooming with prints and bites—his territory.

He flipped her onto her back mid-thrust, legs over shoulders for deeper access. Pounding downward, he watched her tits flatten and rebound. ’Look at while I ruin you.’ Her eyes t his, pupils blown, mind a torrent: Deeper, break for you. Fingers dug into her hips, bruising, as he chased release.

Climax hit her first, pussy convulsing, nails scoring his arms. Byung followed, flooding her anew, cum mixing with remnants. He collapsed beside her, pulling her close, but rest was brief. Rising, he positioned her straddling him on the bed’s edge.

"Ride like she would, I want to see how many tis you can make cum," Byung urged, he was enjoying this a little too much.

Naruz sank down, pussy engulfing him, hips grinding in circles.

Her hands braced his chest, breasts dangling for his mouth. He sucked one, then the other, biting as she bounced. Faster—feel your power surge, her thoughts begged. Byung thrust up, eting her descent, hands guiding her ass. The slap of flesh filled the room, her juices foaming at the join.

As fatigue crept, he sensed dawn nearing through slits. One final shift: he bent her over the bed’s arm, entering from behind, targeting her ass this ti. Lubed by their fluids, he pushed in slow, inch by inch. Naruz gasped, pushing back.

"Take it all, substitute." He fucked her ass steadily, hand snaking to finger her pussy, dual penetration overwhelming.

Her cries peaked, body quaking in orgasm, clenching around both intrusions. Byung unloaded deep in her rear, hot spurts claiming another hole. Exhausted, they tumbled to furs, cum leaking from pussy and ass, her form curled against him.

In the dim light, Byung probed her mind: gratitude solid, loyalty ironclad. No longer useless—his vessel for power, bloodlines. He stroked her hair, plans forming—Grishka’s shadow, heirs from this union. The night forged more than pleasure; it wove Naruz into his legacy, desire binding her eternally.

But whispers of threats lingered outside. Byung’s thoughts turned strategic: her strength, his magic, a lineage to defy enemies. He had a way to prepare for and realized he could bring the next generation of goblins to walk the earth and create an army strong enough to withstand whatever was within that barrier.

He had a taste of it and he knew they would be fucked if things stayed the sa.

[Ding!]

[Congratulations! You have successfully added Naruz to your harem!]

[Race(s) recruited: 1!]

[mber(s): 2]

[Na: Naruz]

[Age: 22]

[Race: Orc]

[Tribe: N/A]

[Loyalty: Extre]

[Compatibility: 72%]