??Duke Crassus Adeps Pinguis Pov??

  Crassus was a man who enjoyed lifes delicacies, be they beautiful women or deliciously rich cuisine. If anyone with no sense of preservation could describe him as a hog nosed, obese, balding man in his mid sixties. Crescent moon of wirey, greasy hair. If a wanderer from Earth was asked, they would add the cliche vilin mustache.

  He was a feared man, not because he was particurly skilled in fighting, nor was he intimidating for any magical reason. No, it was that he was the previous kings bastard brother, and uncle to the current king. Sure he had no cim to the throne, but he enjoyed the privilege of his position.

  No one dared stand against him as long as he targeted commoners and none nobles. Maybe lower nobles falling out of favour now and again.

  When his little grand neice summoned that girl with blue hair he was smitten. She was fwless, she would be his. He could imagine that beauty beneath him, the way her perfectly sculpted ass would sp against his gut, he was not poorly endowed by any stretch, a good length and girth. Enough that it kept his ex whore of a wife highly satisfied. Even without the drugs a woman he rutted enough would just be a sve to his cock. He had more than a dozen children, but only one from his wife. She liked her beasts for use as toys, he liked taking other mens women or daughters before their very eyes. Sometimes he would just take them and throw them away. If the woman resisted, he would choke them until they behaved or died. He didn't care, they were just commoners. Barely even people.

  However when he found out that she had married a knight, from his own household no less. He was livid. She had given birth to a daughter, and said daughter was 14 winters by the time he tracked the bitch down. He would have them both, He couldn't just take her and her daughter though, turns out the knight was a nobles son. So he had to make a pn, give himself pusible deniability. He would have them moved around, then eventually put in his grand nieces city, where he could buy them and take them both with minimal reprocusions.

  "Just a few towns away, soon I will have my radiant fairy. I can't wait to break you, watch you p at my balls while I breed your daughter. So very, very soon."

  A few weeks ter...

  An explosion shook Crassus from his sleep, a pin woman beside him, her eyes red, puffy and swollen. Her neck bruised with a defined imprint of Crassus' palm and fingers. Her husband bound in a chair, his retively small pecker on dispy, a small puddle beneath him. The drugs did their job, nothing twisted a man like making them climax at watching a superior man forcefully take their woman. The woman had resisted until she passed out, he continued to pound her a few more hours before he was finished. The 3 knights were stood to the side.

  "Clean her up, heal her up and bring her. Let the prick go."

  He quickly went down the hall and looked outside.

  "Report."

  "2 women marked by a sver, in their escape the inn was destroyed. The svers men incinerated."

  His eyes widened.

  'Magic? A beautiful woman with magic like that, they will be mine."

  Licking his wart covered lips, with his slobber covered tongue. A faint taste of the woman from st night on his tongue. He smirked as the womans man looked at his cock in shock. It was a reaction he was used to, he was particurly blessed in that area.

  He followed the chaos, following a route he would take if he was trying to escape. He saw them, 2 beautiful women. They leapt from a shadow, ran to another and fell into it. A key feature he noticed, their long ears.

  The fat man steps out from behind the wall. A chuckle rumbling his rotund form, making his belly jiggle.

  "Two elves? All the way out here? No, most likely half elves. If they were elves there would be more than two."

  A wicked grin speads on his face, he would have them. He marched back to his soldiers.

  "Send the mayor money, the inn will be mine in the records. Then send out a warrant for those two elves arrest. I want them ensved and reserved for me. I don't want any other man touching them."

  They nod as he enters his carriage.

  "Who would have thought, while tracking that bitch who turned her back on me for a knight, I would find such delicious bonus toys."

  Grabbing the woman he dragged from her husband not fifteen minutes prior. He rips off her clothing and indulges himself in her body.

  Later that night discarded her limp, likely dead body from the carriage.

  " I can't believe she broke so easily, fought me every second while moaning and twitching like a whore."

  The knight across from him smirked.

  "All women are whores my lord, some just believe they aren't and refuse to accept it."

  Crassus chuckled, that wasn't a false statement from his logic. Even the most loyal demure woman had the ability to sneak around with a man they would never marry, just for a better cock than their husband could provide.

  That wasn't what Crassus liked, his favourite was having the woman beneath him orgasm, spasm and gush, all in front of her man. The way their face drops realising that even if Crassus left that woman behind, they could never scratch that itch. He had done that in his youth. The women always came to him afterwards, now though he had little patience for that. He only enjoyed the first time like that, after that it was just another hole to rut, another womb to birth his descendants. Nothing more. Even his wife had no real love for him, she too was a whore. That was where he found her in the first pce, she loved his money, his influence and his cock. Nothing else.

  He knew he was ugly, out of shape and overweight. He didn't care, power and how you made a woman feel was far more important that tangible things like money and looks. If you can give a hint of intimidation and make her toes curl, she is yours in body, and the mind even if resistant or opposition, the body wins in the end.

  "Anyone touches the girls I request or capture, I will have a flesh mage make them look like women and sell them the the most depraved brothel in the kingdom."

  He gave the knight a pointed look. As much as he liked taking other mens women, the things he wanted to be his. He wanted them to be his entirely and unsullied by other men.

  Crassus looked out the window of his carriage, the vilge of the woman he had been hunting, soon he would have her beneath him. Soon she would be his, if her daughter was even half as attractive he could only shudder at the depraved things he could do with both of them.

  Crassus nodded to his men, they had a pn, ransack the vilge. The little sluts husband was visiting his family, they were alone. He would have everyone captured and ensved, he looked out over his men. None were in their armour, no. They were dressed as bandits, this would be the second smokescreen.

  "Any girls over 13 winters and under 22 winters are mine to taste first, unless they are ugly. Outside of that you men can have fun, if you want to keep 'em sp on the sve colr first. Maximum of 2 each, need some to go with mine to cover their movement."

  The knight lowers his head.

  "It will be conveyed to the men my lord."

  Hours ter...

  The smell of blood and ash filled the air, over 8 dozen people were knelt with sve colrs. Crassus was livid, that wanderer bitch challenged him. She killed 8 of his knights, and in a final act of defiance. Took her own life. At least her daughter was brought to heel, a colr around her neck. All to stop him raping an 8 winters old girl. He wasn't interested in that kind of thing, even if some of his men were. He believed the knight Helgin was into the younger girls, before that bitch cut his head off.

  "Move them out, split the men up and hunt those elf girls, if a pinkie finger touches them, I will make sure the ones responsible will suffer a fate worse than death."

  The head knight nods.

  "Of course my lord, it will be done. We will leave the girls with the merchant in your grand neices city."

  Crassus nods, then drags two thirteen winter old girls to his carriage. He had some frustration to relieve.

  ? ?☆?Calhoun Calder Pov?☆? ?

  His wifes body was found not far from town her neck bruised heavily. Enraged, he vowed vengeance. His goal, become well known and if given a single chance, he would gut that fat bastard Duke. Even though the guards decred her dead, he felt her pulse and made sure to get her treatment. No matter how much healing she received she just wouldn't wake up. He had administered contraceptives to her, she knew she never stopped struggling her bruised neck and the skin under her nails, along with bruised knuckles spoke to that.

  He thought he would feel disgusted by her, but after she was cleaned and treated by the healer, he just saw his beautiful loving wife. Even if she was trapped in her unwaking death like sleep. He would need to care for her, he wasn't the only man to lose his woman during the dukes stay in their town. He stood in the pub.

  "I am selling up, becoming a mercenary. Anyone want to join me will be welcome, I was a soldier in the war, I will train anyone who wants to get revenge on that fat bastard and his knights. I will be heading out soon, come help me start our convoy if you are interested."

  There was a round of cheers and people bought him drinks all night. After getting home he gave his wife food and water. Then cleaned her up. He started with his cart, making sure to secure a bed inside, with a raised beam to stop his wife falling from it. With determination he looked over at the defiled bed, he refused to touch it. He had to run to the waste bucket to throw up again.

  A month ter...

  He had been doing research and heard the horrors the duke was committing all over the kingdom, sure in the nations view it was insignificant, but to those he hurt, defiled or abused. It was a horror that destroyed their lives. Some women felt they couldn't be loved anymore, their husbands couldn't touch them again, heck they felt defiled and filthy. Some wanted to die, some wanted to just resign themselves to being the dukes pything. However Calhoun gave them another option, train, grow stronger. Take revenge, rebuild yourself. They took it, focusing them on hate of the duke was healthier than the alternatives. Some women he had defiled had surrendered to the pleasure, just to avoid the suffering. It was those women that lost the eyes and hearts of their husbands. The husbands whose wives gave in no longer wanted anything to do with them, and were moving on. The ones whose wives resisted, who nearly died. Like his own, they willingly joined his cause. He had only been at it a month and they already had over a hundred members. Some were support, healers, cooks. Knight mechanics, metal mages. However with all the ex soldiers, knights and warriors than joined his band, were making training extremely streamlined. Most becoming valuable fighters in a few weeks, and becoming able to train other soon. He could see it, eventually they would be a band to fear. Some would be informants around the nation, they would keep their ears out for the first chance that fat bastard duke gave them they would slit his throat.

  He gnced at his wife, stroking her cheek.

  "Soon my Heather, soon I will have our revenge. I just hope a healer can fix you someday."

  3 months ter.

  "Boss!"

  Calhoun looked over at his subordinate.

  "What is the good news Olin?"

  The mans smile was something to.show the good news.

  "Someone stole the dukes sve women, all three of them. Not to mention some of the women he sent as a smokescreen. The merchant knows nothing, his mind completely scrambled to hide the culprits identity."

  Calhoun couldn't help ugh out loud, that fat bastard had his women stolen. It was poetic. However Olin continued.

  "That ain't all, a week or so ter an Elf brigade showed up, no less than 30 knights. Looking for the elf women, they know the duke is responsible for their ensving. Apparently their mother is some super big shot general. Duke has no idea the storm heading his way!"

  Calhoun smiled, this was the break they were looking for. That Dukes time was running out.

  "GATHER UP! WE ARE MAKING OUR WAY AFTER THAT BASTARD, SEND OUT THE WORD. HELP THE ELF BRIGADE AS MUCH AS YOU CAN! WE CAN GUT THAT MONSTER OR THE ELVES WILL! EITHER WAY THE BASTARD DIES!"

  His mens cheers rose to a fever pitch, the time of their vengeance was so close he could already feel his bde cutting the bastards dick off.

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