"Enter."

Severa winced and squirmed as she readied herself. Months of infiltration into the heart of the Valemese army were about to either pay off or fumble flat on her face. She took a moment to thumb the pouch at her side and the ring within -a memento from the woman she both loathed with all her heart, yet yearned to see again. 'Deep breath…you can do this,' she narrowed her eyes and marched in with her chin held high.

The effeminate tactician intercepted her before the throne and the man who stood with his hands on his axe and his sword at his side. "Ah, mercenary- you have something to report to the glorious Em-"

"Leave us, Excellus."

Both the tactician and the mercenary blinked as the former turned to the stone-faced man. "L-Lord Walhart? A-A-As you wish," he hastily bowed and slinked away.

Severa heard the door swing shut as she looked up at the man -the mighty Walhart himself, while he stood before her in full armor and with Wolf Berg planted in the ground. She swallowed down the lump in her throat and the biting scowl that threatened to curl on her lips at such a garish display as she tried to keep her eyes on his.

Tried.

"Are you aware of why you've been recalled, mercenary?" Walhart asked her as his voice rumbled through the spartan, sealed chamber.

'I fucked up and got someone to notice me,' she lamented to herself as she tried to adopt a look of confusion. "I'm afraid I don't. You have…some business with me?" she asked him with a little uptilt in her tone

"Correct - I will speak plain and frank," he grunted as he eyed down the demure-yet-defiant redhead. He didn't say a thing for a solid minute as she kept her gaze on his. Slowly, his lips curled up, impressed at her conviction, before he uttered the words that would shake her fate. "You will join me in my bed chambers and sire my children."

'ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT!'

'HELL NO!'

'FUCK OFF!'

"I…E-Eeh?" Severa blinked through the screams of outrage in her mind.

"You may start now," Walhart decreed as if he hadn't heard her while he reached for the straps on his hips. The redhead's cheeks bloomed a hue just shy of her hair as her hips squirmed. Yet even beyond any of these abrupt actions, she tried to plan her next, opportune step. 'Focus, Severa. Just play along for now. All you have to do is get close and then you can stab this bastard in the…the…'

Clang!

"A-aah?"

Severa's thoughts came to an abrupt halt as the armored greaves clattered to the ground and exposed his third and most potent of weapons. More mighty than Sol on his hip or Wolfberg at his back. The mercenary abandoned such thoughts of espionage and assassination as she stood in frozen awe at a lance worthy of an emperor.

'Ulp'


"AHH AHH A-AAAH!"

Severa's head flew back as loud gasps rattled the chamber. Her bare skin was coated in sweat and gooseflesh as she straddled atop Walhart's throne while she rode the Conqueror himself. His own armor stayed mostly intact, save the undone greaves that had revealed his potent lance in the first place as he kept his hands on the rests and let her show her worth. "T-Too big!" she panted as she dug her knees against his hips and squeezed his pauldrons for support.

Walhart was a large man - she already could've guessed that the second she'd stepped in. even as he sat down while she straddled atop him she barely came up to his sculpted, stern-locked chin. Her bare, perky breasts rubbed against his polished chest plate while she rolled and rocked her hips and let her globulous cheeks clap down on his crotch.

"Hmph, you've the stamina to spare - that's good," the Conqueror grunted in approval. Severa withered at his appraisal as she rode for her life. Given the sinister gleam of Wolf Berg behind her and Sol at the throne's side, that may have been more true than she was willing to admit. It certainly couldn't be that she was enjoying this.

Not at all.

"L-Lord Wa-haaah!"

The redhead's words were cut off as a single, strong, armored palm clapped on her buttcheek. Not hard enough to be a proper slap, but with enough effort to leave an imprint as the chill fired up her spine. "G-Gods," she whined as the thick girth stretched her velvet walls apart. The sting of pain caused her tears to well up in her eyes while her shamefully overt desire leaked out of her pussy lips and stained his fat, vein-riddled shaft.

She bit her lip to mask her cries. How long had she kept this up? Was it minutes or hours now? She couldn't even guess in this windowless chamber as the loud wet slaps of skin against skin rang in her ears. She tried too hard not to think of the ecstasy that gripped her from her rapidly beating bosom to her utterly drenched, scorching loins. The bliss and euphoria which made her toes curl as her ankles rubbed against his powerful thighs.

"Ready yourself, mercenary - accept the seed of the inexorable!" Walhart boomed as he finally thrust up against her. Once. Only once, as her ass clapped down on his thighs and his cum erupted right inside her.

"EYAAAAH!"

Severa went utterly numb atop Walhart's cock as her eyes rolled up in her head. Her toes and fingers curled and spasmed while her hips rocked back and forth to coax out more and more of his royal scions. Her red hair clung to her sweaty, naked back as her womb was packed full to the brim before his spunk leaked out and onto his seat. She was utterly limp save a single twitch of her brow.

And then he thrust up again.

The mercenary was knocked out of her orgasmic euphoria and back into the sex-stained throne room. Her little body spasmed and writhed against the formidable assault as she gasped out, "S-STIIIIILL?!"

"Persist, girl - show me the strength that will pass onto our progeny," Walhart ordered her before he grabbed her other butt as well. With both of his hands on her firm buttcheeks, he easily dragged and slammed her onto his cock as it stayed erect and firm in her pussy.

"F-FUCK!"

Her howls made his lips curl up into a triumphant sneer while he continued to force her tight body against him. He could feel the hot cum that glazed and basted his tip from her stuffed womb. The thoughts of his carnal triumph spurred him on as the once-aloof mercenary simply tried to hold on for dear, dear life.

'Oh gods, I can't handle this!

Severa grabbed at the Conquerer - tried to seize his arm and the rim of his chest plate while he fucked her with brisk, deep strokes. The pace made her whole body bounce atop him while she tried to squeeze his hips with her knees. She felt the sticky runoff of his imperial children being rubbed between her thighs as she pushed her chest against his armored body.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! A-AEYAAAH!"

The redhead howled as she felt her long twintails getting yanked down. She couldn't even look back to confirm which hand had seized her hair to pull back. Only the noticeable absence on her right buttock filled the gap in that knowledge. A pity she was in no state to observe or absorb that tidbit.

Or anything and everything else.

Everything she'd struggled to build up to this moment threatened to crash down around her. The struggles in the future. The lies that wormed her way into the employ of Valm. That one little slip up that had stopped a brutal, useless slaughter of a battle but had earned her the appraisal of the man she currently rode atop. All of it shifted and crumbled, ready to fall into the orgasmic void that bashed and battered up to her neck. And once it washed over her again, she might not be able to resurface again.

With the seed that sloshed in her womb, the sweat that rolled down her gooseflesh-ridden skin, and a voice that had grown hoarse and weary, she let out a single, piercing cry.

"LORD WAAAAAALHART!"


'Glrp glrp glrp'

Walhart shifted in his chair as he looked over the vast map spread before him. He kept a hand down on the two red twintails as his bed warmer stuffed his cock into her mouth and down her gullet. Her light, muffled gags barely fazed him while he contemplated his next move. "Hmmm."

She stirred at his low grumble even as her eyes threatened to water over. Instead, her gaze shifted to the sword at his side even as her lips glided up and down at a temperate pace. If he ever released her hair, surely she could grab it and cut him down before he could even react. It wasn't the first time such a notion had dwelled in her mind, and one day she would do just that.

One day.

Eventually.