"When is he going to get on with it and starting fucking us? By the Twins, I thought we'd all have been fucked into the ground by now, and he's not even done it with Clare yet!" Helen grumbled in discontent, lounging utterly nude on a comfortable plinae with a dark scowl. There was a chorus of agreement from the women around her, all of whom were in much the same mode of dress as her. "What the fuck is he waiting around for?"

"I've no idea, but I do know that Clare is running out of patience. Its been a week, after all, and she's been the most eager out of all of us. I don't think that it will be long before she just ambushes him and forces the issue." Miria responded, sounding rather more relaxed and unconcerned than she actually felt. Much like her friend and Alpha, Miria's patience with their Mate was running rather low. She hadn't used to care about sex one way or the other, but now that it was a compelling option she was eager to experience it.

"So, lets lend her a hand! The Master obviously will have the stamina for it, but this while thing with Theresa is slowing things down for the rest of us!" Veronica suggested, and the room frowned in agreement. Ever since the battle, Clare, Raki, and Theresa were exceptionally awkward around another. It was almost painful to watch, really, but one some level they understood. NONE of them were how the others remembered. Theresa remembered Clare as a stubborn child, Clare remembered her as a heroic big-sister figure, Raki remembered Clare as a stern and aloof but kind warrior, and Clare remembered him as an eager and stubborn but ultimately weak human teen. None of them had any idea how to handle the other anymore.

"Maybe Veronica is right. The Twins know that we've tried everything reasonable to get what we want, so maybe taking more drastic measures is necessary? Besides, what man wouldn't want to be 'ambushed' by a bunch of naked women? All we need to do is overload him enough that he starts thinking with his little head." Cynthia proposed, and there was a chortle of laughter when Deneve deadpanned that it wasn't all that little. "Let's be about it, then."

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Raki sighed to himself tiredly as he walked through the stone hallways of his fortress home. He had thought that his life would get less hectic with the destruction of the Organization and the eradication of those who threatened the newly-forged peace of Tolouse, but instead it had only gotten worse. Every time he turned around, one of his warriors was trying to catch his eye and draw him to her…especially Clare. He lusted for them, longed for the closeness and physicality of cementing their bonds with more than emotions, but he was terrified. With the amount of power he possessed, he feared that he might inadvertently kill any partners that he became…engaged with, as it were.

Distracted as he was with his musings, he didn't notice the warriors silently locking windows and doors behind him, securing the keep and removing any easy means of retreat. He continued to take no notice until he walked into the largest section of the castle, an indoor garden/suite of rooms that his warriors had not-so-subtly began referring to as the seraglio. The largest, central chamber was the most popular gathering place, an entire room filled with nothing but lounges, comfortable chairs, and a floor that was literally made out of pillows. Pillows that were currently covered with an endless sea of naked, writhing, sweaty flesh.

Wait, what?

He blinked and stared around himself, confirming that yes, there appeared to be a massive woman on woman orgy going on right in front of him. Absently reflecting that some of the contortions that they were bending themselves into shouldn't be physically possible even for Halflings, he turned to leave. His path, however, was quite firmly blocked by Clare and The Ghosts, who had long since taken a central roll in the nation they were building. Understandable, given the fact that they had been moving against the Organization for years before himself and the younger generations.

"Uh, mind if I get past?" he asked tentatively after a moment of them all just staring at each other, and the women before him raised an eyebrow almost in unison, pointedly not moving in the least. "I'll take that as a 'yes, we mind'…"

"Raki, we've been patient enough with you thus far. We've behaved ourselves and played along with your inexplicable reluctance to spend the rest of your life fucking the most beautiful women on this island with little in the way of protest. Well, we're done, and we're protesting now." Clare told him bluntly, cocking her hip in such a way that coincidentally revealed her weeping slit to him. "We're not made of paper, we're not regular human women, and we're not going to die just because you have a big cock and a lot of stamina."

"It's my youki I'm worried about, Clare." Raki sighed tiredly, as it was perfectly clear he wasn't going anywhere without either an explanation or brute effort, something he was rather disinclined to resort to just to exit the room. "I'm not like Cynthia or Clarice," referring to the two members of his 'court' that had taken over the enormous library of documents that had been retrieved from the Organization's HQ, much of which related to halfling biology and psychology. "but even I know that males Awaken when sexually aroused, and given my Awakened form is the size of the Rabona Cathedral, the results would probably be beyond even Nimue's ability to heal."

While he had a fair point, the entire room (even those otherwise engaged) couldn't help but express their exasperation in whatever way suited them. His control was so good his blood gave perfect control to others, but he was worried about losing it? It was idiotic, pointless, and entirely to unlikely to be considered a relevant cause for hesitation. They knew what they wanted, and by The Twins they were going to get it!

"Look, you're our Alpha, but the fact of the matter is that this is going to happen. You won't hurt us anymore than we want to be hurt, you won't kill us, and you won't Awaken. Now take off your armor or we'll do it for you." Clare growled, eyes narrowed, well and truly out of patience. He might be their Master and Alpha, but she was the Alpha Bitch, and that meant she got to give him what-for when necessary. There was a long moment of silence as the two of them stared each other down, before Raki tried to bolt. "GET HIM!"

He made it about five steps before he was swarmed and lovingly divested of his onyxian armor by a pack of ravenous, lustful beasts. Beasts with soaked cunts and flushed cheeks and bouncing breasts being pressed against him on all sides…and all of a sudden, he wasn't quite so interested in resisting anymore.

Just As Planned.

In hindsight, of course, his women would find it somewhat amusing (if irritating) that he caved so easily in the end. They had tried tempting him with their bodies before, obviously, but a smooth seduction had failed where brute force seemed to succeed. One naked woman acting alluringly was ignorable, an entire pack of them pinning his extremities to their erogenous zones wasn't.

The next few minutes was a haze of lusty kisses and wandering hands, but eventually Raki decided he wanted MORE than this. A growled command had the women backing away and kneeling in obeisance, only Clare remaining on her feet with a small smirk and a hip cocked enough to display her cunt to his hungry eyes. Her smirk turned to a cry of surprise, however, as another order had several of her sisters taking possession of her limbs, turning her around and bending her over whilst holding her in place. She was helpless, utterly exposed and vulnerable before her Master…and she loved it.

Large hands, calloused by years of labor and sword-play, ran gently but with firm control across her body, fingers tracing her spine and drawing out an eager shudder. Her legs were pushed apart, then clasped in strong grips, and her breath caught in her chest at the first brush of his spongy, flared cock-tip across her soaking folds. Finally, after all this time pining away after him, she was going to be one with Raki. She felt, rather than saw or heard, her sisters crowding closer, eyes locked on the place she and her mate would soon be joined. Doubtless they were eager to witness the acts of carnality that they themselves would soon be experiencing at his hands. She certainly couldn't blame them for that!

Finally, Raki gripped her hips tightly and began to press into her body. It was a strange sensation, being impaled ever so deliciously on that hard and hot length of his, but it wasn't entirely painful. Not on any scale that she was used to measuring pain on, at any rate, and she certainly had nothing resembling any sort of hymen any longer either. Still, to feel her more-or-less untouched core spreading wide around the not-inconsiderable girth of her lover was definitely a new feeling. The fingers and tongues of herself and her fellow Ghosts certainly were no match for it!

Slowly, and then with force ever-increasing he began to slid himself in and out of her core, her body beginning to shift in time with his thrusts both from his thrusts and her own. Her breasts began to swing like pendulums before Helen and Deneve slipped under her body and began to lavish them with attention of their own accord, nipping and sucking to add yet another element of pleasure to the experience. She wouldn't last all that long like this, she knew, feeling the now-familiar sensation coiling tightly within her belly. She was going to come, and soon, at this rate. A spark of competiveness lit itself within her, however, and she decided in that moment (with what of her mind was still functioning beyond the pleasure) that she wasn't going to cum until Raki already had. It helped that she had experience restraining her orgasms, while he was unexperienced.

Behind her, thrusting into the clinging, soaking heat of her cunt, Raki was busy trying to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head. He had barely begun with his sexual explorations when he had first met Clare, and his life since then hadn't really provided much peace and quiet to indulge in it since. What experience he did have was essentially irrelevant compared to the sensations he was now enjoying. A large bust pressed itself against his back, damp hair grinding softly against his ass, and he found his head turning until his lips met those of Miria as she draped herself across him, thrusting with him, and he found that being pinned between two beautiful women was an enviable position indeed.

"Come inside her, Master, and play with the rest of us. We've been waiting for you for so long, it hurts." Cynthia's voice purred in his ear, and he shuddered imperceptibly at the lewd promise that seeped from every syllable. The idea was certainly tempting, to sample so many (doubtlessly different in their own way) fresh and untouched-by-male woman-hoods, but it would mean he would have to leave the comfortable place he was buried at that particular moment. This seemed…unappealing.

In the end, the choice was once again taken from his mind by his instincts, as he increased his pounding into Clare, driving her arousal to new heights. At this point, she remained upright only thanks to the strong hands and dedicated efforts of her Master and her Sisters, and her confidence in making Raki come first was beginning to wane. Practice with The Ghosts or not, he was filling and grinding and thrusting against placed that they had not been able to reach. Eager both to be filled with his seed and to win her bet with herself, she turned her youki inward to manipulate her pussy in a way that no mortal woman could possibly hope to do so. Making in clench vicelike around him, ripple and almost vibrate. What man could even hope to hold out against such techniques, virgin or experienced alike?

Not Raki, it seemed, for he quickly found himself giving a rumbling growl that made hair and nipples alike stand on end and quiver for attention, clamping his teeth onto the side of Clare's neck and biting down hard enough to taste blood as he poured himself into her womb. She cried out in pain-fueled pleasure and clenched even tighter around him, body instinctively craving to hold every precious drop of the life-making liquid within her, where it belonged. She slumped forward tiredly, finding herself gently lowered to the ground. A calloused hand, one that had been holding her so powerfully moments before, gently stroked her cheek, and she tilted herself into it with a contented purr. Then the hand was gone and Miria was heard to be egging Raki on as he approached her, clearly intending to make her his next.

By the time the orgy was finished, every warrior or female Awakened present had been taken at least once in every orifice available. In truth, the orgy would never have ended if not for affairs of state, as the large number of females and the insane recovery times youki blood gave to all the participants meant that someone was always ready, willing, and able to continue the party.

Raki and his lovers would spend the rest of their lives, a very long time indeed, having many such parties and ensuring the security of their homeland. As empires rose and fell across the sea, as cities and nations burned and were reborn, Toulouse stood untarnished and pure. All thanks to the efforts of one man, an extraordinary man who history would forever know as…

The Silver-Eyed Angel.