Ghoul King's Harem



Barely any of the Vesta could withstand the shockwave—the impact destroyed buildings within four hundred metres completely into sand and dirt, and those further away were heavily damaged as even the people at the central camp felt the force.

In the centre of the bloody mist, a naked male and female stood looking into each other's eyes.

One with golden eyes and silver hair, her body was perfection apart from her short height—her plump bosom swayed in the force from the blood mist dissipating while her buttocks wobbled fiercely. 

It was an alluring sight that would likely make any male insane with lust and desire.

Her lips curved into a victorious smirk as her tail danced through the air happily, enjoying the adrenaline rush from battle—the excitement had turned her body hot and craving, making her want to play with the person in front of her.

Long pointed ears flopped around as she tried to take a step forward; the moment his gaze fixated on her body, she felt her womb boiling, pleasure causing her to gasp as it overwhelmed her and dropped her to her knees.

Sight fixed on his face, he was incredibly handsome.

The young man's body had toned and tanned flesh, his shoulders were broad, and his chest powerful—his posture radiated confidence and strength while his smile, slowly spreading across his face, caused her heart to thunder.

Even the dust in his golden hair was seemingly appealing to her as her vision fixated upon him—he looked like an ethereal high elf amid blood; if not for the sharp teeth in his mouth, she would never have believed him to be anything but an Anmer!

His gaze made her hyperventilate—the intense emotions fixated on her were too great as she began to feel her body changing as if to match his desires and thoughts... between her thighs, now sticky with copious amounts of warm juices.

Their exchange continued in silence and complete obliviousness to their surroundings. This intense sexual tension went beyond simple physical attraction forming between them as the world fell into nothingness around their connected minds.

"My, my... just where did this beautiful woman come from, hm?" the young man's deep voice resonated through her very mind, causing it to melt practically—she needed more.

"Hey there beautiful, what's your name? Come on over here," A wave of his arm sent another tsunami of dust and blood littered his body everywhere—but still, her focus did not waver.

As if his gaze were directly enticing her and every inch of her soul—her feet moved before her mind had thought about it. She slowly took a single step forward.

As she did so, something pulsated behind her. In horror, the beautiful naked elven girl glanced at him to notice her body was suddenly being swung in the air, her mind fuzzy and memories vague before his body pressed against hers, locking his powerful gaze into her mind as they gazed into one another's souls. As her entire being came under his control, she came undone.

She needed his touch and more; she didn't care about anything else. His very presence within her mind was addicting.

When her next step was taken towards the stranger, two soft things wrapped around his back and flipped the fused pair and the other female together, holding them within a strange red glow.

Gurgling cries for help and smirking laughter accompanied the translucent cocoon as a monster tried to gain the girl's attention, but all she cared about was the warmth from her body and the massive, hot lump as hard as iron against her pelvis and stomach.

"You came back to me." His voice... it sounded like that of someone important to her... but she couldn't recall from where. All she wanted was his comfort as she leaned against him.

"Don't let go of my body; it needs you..." Her voice trailed off as their fingers interlocked as if on instinct.

She pressed herself against his chest while her soft curves and shapely breasts flattened against his toned, muscular pecks, feeling every part of each other through the connection.

Suddenly, the two were no longer in the war zone but within his mind. Everything around them was in darkness; the only thing he could see was a pair of glowing, emerald, draconic-looking orbs and her brilliant crimson eyes and silver hair.

The colours radiated power, and a terrifying pressure emanated like twins. They were watching him intently.

A ghoul and an elf.

An elven Ghoul and a Ghoul.

The spirit realm they'd entered was separate from his conscious mind—it was, rather, not his spirit realm, but THEIR spirit realm... a deep connection far too intense but pleasant.

The warmth from her embrace soothed his soul.

His powerful arms allowed her soul to feel safe and secure.

'How is this possible?' The real question wasn't 'What' but 'Why'—both feelings were intense, burning his flesh as his body changed beneath the crimson mist.

No one could answer that as their lips slowly pressed against one another, and their mouths opened as their tongues collided, sharing a deep kiss. Her juices flooded the area between them as his thing stirred and hardened beneath the red mists of the chamber.

This was a bond of ultimate affection—one of deep love.

More passionate than that between blood siblings, even deeper than that between true soul-bonded lovers... it was a connection without equal and existed before a time long since forgotten.

Those feelings of kinship and belonging made her toes curl and her skin wrinkle.

"A-Alexander.... You are okay... Mmmnph~ more... Nnnph...I am alive." She began to remember who she was, what happened before she vanished and exactly what the man who kissed her so lovingly sacrificed for her to be revived.

Those thoughts that sensation pushed them both forward to increase the pace of their kiss—shoving their bodies and tongues further into one another as they went with it to explore every crevice in the other's mouth as his rock-solid erection ground against her thighs and hips.

She continued to press her curvaceous frame as if trying to become one existence, locking her eyes with his own, enjoying his company.

"Laura..."

There was no greater love in the entire world, no emotion was more beautiful, nor any words more important. They didn't need to speak.

Nothing was more comforting than their touches or warmer than their fiery breaths. Their caresses said it all.

She had saved her dearly beloved—whose figure shone brightly even in death. She wasn't going to abandon him.

"Mn, I'm alive; you can't let you go!" Her nails dug into his flesh as her lover gave an affirming nod. He had waited so long for this woman, not caring how far he would go for her, waiting for her confession, then she died moments after... how could he let her go?

Now, they were bound deeper than anyone—his blood, soul, and existence were part of her while she was part of his.

Laura had stolen that which Asmodeus coveted... To become one with Alexander in every way possible.

Her delicate, wet fingers rubbed against his hardness, and they snuck down the front, gripping his shaft tightly in her grip while it rubbed her stomach gently.

"Oh..." his sharp breaths revealed his patience had run thin. Laura bit her lower lip and averted her gaze from her captor.

"I knew... Huff... you were a pervert..."

Alexander looked amused; he saw this coming.

'Is that why you decided not to wear any clothes despite being able to manifest them? All while letting out all sorts of strange moans in public?'

'I'm wearing panties...'

'Which are thin as paper!'

'Oh, would you prefer I went commando?!'

'Sure!' He flashed his bright, feral, and yet attractive, dangerous smile. 'Since you said there is no public.'

He watched the tips of his wife's ears twitch before her long, snow-white lashes batted twice simultaneously, sending a chill up his spine and a vibration.

"Stop avoiding this."

"I want us to bathe together in our blood... as the lord's mate and queen," Laura said to Alexander while lifting her legs to hug his waist and forcing his erect dick against her warm slit.

"Hiiih-!?"

"Naughty," Alexander responded, grasping her smooth cheeks, his lips kissing and biting her fair neck, feeling a passion for her growing beyond his control.

Laura was not one to lose as she flicked her hips, teasing his tip engorged between her warm, slippery lips. "Hey~ guess what darling... I was reborn from nothing; do you know what that means." Her seductive face blushed as she traced her fingers along her womb and crotch. 

"I'm a pure maiden again."

She shifted her ass in his hands, forcing his cock to line up with her moist entrance. She wasn't expecting the familiar and yet strange sensations through their link, but their bond didn't seem to want to stop him any more than he did.

Alexander chuckled.

Laura wanted to scream.

To be embraced and consumed by her lord, a being she willingly served and submitted herself to. His kisses had grown so greedy, and his fingers so dominating—even more dominant than her lust-filled desires.

'I want to be devoured.'

'I want to devour her...' 

'Then devour me, show me the pleasure of being yours. Now I can give you everything with no guilt.'

The pair didn't even realise that their connection was so strong—when they passionately thought of the other, their thoughts were transferred like telepathy, but the two acted like they were normally speaking.

Outside had no power to enter the strange cyclone, and blood mist was constantly swirling as the entire north of New Haven became a no-man's land...

Rather, the zombies and mutants seemed to rush there... all to be devoured.

Even zombies from other cities.