Overlord: Chivalrous of Evil (Overlord/Kuroinu)
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Author & Story Notice
Hello guys, yo boi, Sandkings321 is hitting ya' with a note from me. This story was inspired by "Infernal Dawn" by quentin3655 and "The Irregular'' by Omegas Prime and "Overlord of Souls" by Omega Overlord and "A Conquering Dragon" (Spyro/Warcraft) by Cambrian and "Strawberry And Knight" by Shintouyu. The plot might not be origina, l"MC of other world save the girls of Kuroinu from the vile abuse of Emperor Vult the Depraved and his merry bands of Black Dogs of the Sex Empire of Cuntry" and "Overlord visit other world to conquer". WHich in my books isn't exactly good or bad.
After all, cliches could be used in a clever manner. (Spoiler Alert) E.G, Overlord saves and later on corrupts the heroine into evil.
Warning
Warning: Story will contain dark elements such as rape, sexual abuse and other form of sexual nasiesties. As well of gore, death, torture within the story, both on the good guys and bad guys alike.
Summary
Evil Always Finds a Way and Chivalry is Alive (ish). As the Black Dog Sex Empire and it elite members soon learn the hard way when the Fourth Overlord and his Horde of Minions/Glorious Empire arrive at Serenus to 'save' the people.
Chapter Summary
The Fourth Overlord is bored. And the loyal and dutiful Minion Master Gnarl has the perfect solution to cure his boredom.
Theme
Porn with Plot, Dark, Dom/Sub, Gentle Sex, Rough Sex, Worship Kink - Muscles/Body/Cock Worship, Big Cock, Big Breasts, Big Ass, Fantasy Interracial Sex, Corruption, Harem
Overlord: Chivalrous of Evil (Overlord/Kuroinu)
Chapter One: The Curse of Boredom, and Gnarl Solution (No Sex)
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Location: Imperial Palace + Throne Room Balcony
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The Fourth Overlord stood upon the balcony of his throne room, staring out over the vast territory of his Dark Empire of Evilness (in Gnarl words not his). From here, all he could see is the heart of the Glorious Empire, the Empire City (unoriginal name). But the Demon Lord of Nordberg knew his domain was much more as it stretched all the way to the cold land of Nordberg to the tropical island of Everlight. The phrase that Gnarl once said to him was uttered by a long-dead ancient warlord.
'And when he saw the length and breadth of his domain, he wept, for there were no more lands to conquer.'
Weeping isn't something he will not do. It wasn't in his nature to do so, not because of some toxic masculinity or anything similar to that. Weeping would do little for him as it wouldn't change his current situation. Perhaps he could go down to the gladiator pit to fight with some mighty beast or skilled warriors to sate his bloodlust or maybe spend time with his three mistresses in carnal delight.
His mind went to the latest memories on last seuxal endavours with his mistresses. Especially his childhood friend turned lover, Kelda, the feisty and strong-willed woman who's quite eager and sensual in the art of seduction and sex, maybe not on the level of Juno but quite eager to please and learn.
With his mind set on going to Kelda he begins to make his way to visit the beautiful redhead Nordbergian. Halfway his journey, the ancient minion master, loyal advisor of the long line of Overlords, Gnarl stopped him half on his journey.
"From the desires in your eyes. I am assuming you're visiting, First Mistress Kelda?" Gnarl asked in a rhetorical tone.
He stopped and stared down at the small, wretched creature of pure evil and cunning. A father all but blood and name. He nodded his head in affirmation. The Infernal Commander helm that hides his whole face but his angry-looking, fiendish yellow eyes that glows in dim light.
A small but extremely perverted grin spread across what passed for Gnarl's face.
"Excellent sire, as much I like for you to go on with your raunchy affairs with First Mistress Kelda to cure your boredom. I've great news that'll certainly cure your boredom rather than spending some raunchy time with Lady Kelda."
The Demon Lord of Nordberg was about to dismiss Gnarl and resume his journey to Kelda location when Gnarl told him he had news for him. His yellow eyes zoomed on the ancient creature with interest and little bit of maniacal excitement and eagerness in his dark fiendish orbs.
"..." He said to Gnarl, his silence spoke far more than actual words. And Gnarl being a master linguist able to read his silence.
"Of course, Sire," He said in an oily voice. "I've the perfect means to cure your boredom far more than spending time in the pit or in the bedroom with any of your mistresses," Gnarl walked toward him with the air of immoral confidence and malicious intelligence befitting an ancient evil creature. "And I am certain you are going to feel a lot better."
The Dark Emperor tilted his head to the side in interest. "…" He said to Gnarl, his thick and powerful arms crossed his huge, bull-like torso. "…" The Tyrant added on with the words his heavy emphasis on his curious silence.
"Do you doubt me?" The fiendish creature mused. "I've done nothing but ensure the happiness and delight of Your Malevolence." The Minion Master said as he gave the towering hulk of a man a twisted but unsettlingly warm smile to the young dominating man.
He gave him a deadpan look behind his helm.
"With the exception of certain things that we never speak of again. I am quite sure to you I'm certain you'll find my solution in ending your boredom much better than a day at the gladiator pit or a raunchy night with the mistresses."
The Scourge of Nature hummed a deep rumble of a growl, a dark soundless note. The sound of the overlord's voice could instill a deep sense of dread and intimidation in most people's hearts and souls like no other.
But to Gnarl. It was music to his ears.
"Enough talk. Let me show you instead, Your Majestic Evilness." He said as he began making his way to his location of his destination, in a surprisingly quick manner juxtaposing his immemorial age and ancient, hunchback physique.
The huge, mighty behemoth of power and hardened muscles stares at Gnarl and back to the direction of where Kelda is at…and makes the choice to follow up his loyal, evil advisor in slow lumbering steps.
Time to see what Gnarl had cooked up for him.
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Location Change: The Magic Containment Room
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The Magic Containment Room.
A well-kept secret room that was once used to holds an enormous vat that contains all magic syphoned from various magical creatures. A place where the former Emperor Solarius/Florian Greenheart of The Glorious Empire tried to 'ascend' to godhood but was ruthlessly put down by the sheer domineering might and evilness of the Fourth Overlord.
Now, the room has been converted into a resting place where the tower heart is floating in its overwhelming, powerful and majestic glow that burns brighter than thousands of suns.
The Dark Lord gazed at the Tower Heart, his fierce yellow eyes locked on the large glowing magical orb that unlimited great power. Dwarfed him in terms of sheer power and potency and he loathed to admit it. He felt a little intimidated by the ancient artifact made by the very first Overlord, the Black Baron.
He looked away from the ancient magical orb and to the ancient, diminutive Minion Master. His eyes were burning up with curiosity and interest.
"I suppose that you are wondering why I've brought you here to this room in the first place. Why I am showing you the Tower Heart. And why this'll cure you of your boredom and lack of action."
The Dark Lord of the Known World nodded his head.
Gnarl smirked, showing rows of misshaped yellow fangs to the huge leviathan of a strong and heavily armored man who stoically looked at him.
"It is because I have used the Tower Heart to locate new lands for you to conquer and add to your Dark Empire." Gnarl said in a near overdramatic speech and loud tone of voice. His old, piercing yellow eyes brimming with rich excitement and glee.
The bright demonic yellow eyes widened up in shock. His great and imposing frame radiating the same excitement and glee as Gnarl.
"…!" He asked Gnarl. His grin hidden behind the helm. His glowing, diabolical eyes showed more emotion and words than actual words.
"Oh yes, Sire," A ugly smirk spreads what could pass for a face. "After much time fixing and further developing the power of the Tower Heart system to seek out new lands for future conquest. All thanks to absorbing the previous mana from the vat and the massive library of scrolls and tomes of nasty and forbidden things."
His eyes slightly darkened at the slight mention of the petty, hateful damnable wannabe elf-god whose dare use and manipulate him like a puppet on a string. He was deeply glad he put an end to the faux god like the pathetic bug he was.
"…" The Scourge of Nature said with a deep rumbling thrum in the back of his thick, bull-like neck. His eyes narrowed toward the near-immortal creature of immortality and evilness.
"The lands I speak off?" He hummed a guttural note. "There are many more lands that are quite noteworthy for your conquering urges, Sire," He waves to the Tower Heart. "Allow me to show you the list of lands I've seen and possible to conquer and add under your Dark Empire," He pointed at the Tower Orb with a evil, charming smile that oozes oiliness and malevolence. "Would you so kindly use your magic to display the image of the lands I've marked for your future, imminent conquests."
The Fourth Overlord nodded as he stepped toward the Tower Orb and used his sheer arcane willpower to form a holographic screen, using the raw ambient energy from the ancient magical orbs that had been used by all of the previous Overlords. One of them included his father.
His yellow eyes looked at the holographic screen. The screen showed him an image of all of the land that Gnarl said that'll catch his interest and relieved him of the irritating boredom that had been plaguing since the end of his war campaign against the Glorious Empire.
"As I told you, Sire," He started off as the image of the lands that were shown to the interested northern warlord. "The lands that the tower has graciously shown me are continents brimming with vast wealths and rich lands for talking," Gnarl chimed with a dark tone of greediness. "Lands that are unbelievable in its riches and fertile lands…"
He nodded as he looked at one image. Seeing a land full of unique and exotic people of different shapes and races. His eyes landed on a beautiful woman with a gorgeous face with mesmerizing catlike eyes, an alluring hourglass figure and large breasts that outclass even Juno's equally amazing bosoms. He finds himself charmed by her beautiful, white nine-tails that look like it would be her erogenous zone if his assumptions on the beautiful vixen are correct.
"...Lands ruled by kings, queens, emperors and empresses, all of them have been ruling their own kingdom and empires for generation after generations," He pointed at a beautiful blonde queen of huge-endowment and her gorgeous silver-haired knight-princess daughter. "Of course Your Sireship. All of them are lesser than your great magnificence and all of them will known the Might of the Overlord when you'll come to their homeland and take their lands, make their people slaves or worshiper to your dark power and charisma.
He grunted a nonverbal agreement. Of course they'll bow to him. His power is law and order through dominance and tyranny is the true and right course of the era of peace and security of the nation. Tyrant he is, brutal and ruthless but dutiful and just tyrant he is. Any act of cruelty and atrocities he had done is for the good of the people and to ensure peace and efficiency under his iron-yet-just reign.
"You agree with my words as alway, Sire." He smiled. "I am pleased you're agreement with my assessment that these rulers are undeserving to rule their lands and should immediately surrender their authority and power to the Dark Empire unless they wish to invoke your wrath and might over these lesser rulers.
He rolled his inhuman, dark, bright yellow eyes at the sycophantic words and behavior of his advisor. That is Gnarl, loyal and sycophantic to him to an annoying degree, but he more and less got used to him and often tone him out when he got this sycophantic as he returned back to looking at the last holographic image with a cool, casual gaze…
…which immediately vanished when he saw what exactly he was seeing on the last holographic image right now.
Depravity.
Perversion.
Degradation.
Degeneracy.
A continent where women are subjected into the cruel, digusting life of sex slaves and prostitute. Where numeorus, countless innocent women are twenty four seven of nothing but cruel rape and defilement and force prostitution.
The Black Dog Sex Empire of Cuntry. No, he refused to see it as a legitimate empire. This faux of an empire is nothing but a twisted and disgusting example of an empire. Nothing about it could be seen as lawful or orderly. It's just a hot mess. A hot pile of excess and degeneracy of the worst kind.
Especially its current ruler of this farce of an empire. Emperor Vult "King of Mercenaries" I of the Black Dog Sex Empire of Cuntry, the Great Conqueror of the South Kingdom of Eostia and North Kingdom of Garan.
A tall, strong, well-built and tanned-skinned rugged beast of a man in his late 30's of great ambition, high intelligence and extreme charisma, but he looks behind all of that. Is a man who;s devoid of compassion, no mercy and no humanity but the rawest form of pure lust, hatred, greed, wrath and sadism. As he seen his long list of crimes and transgression
This Vult is more demons than man. A beast just slakes its lust for extreme depravity and hedonism without a care in the world or the concern of his people or state of his decaying, depraved-forged empire of corruption and lechery.
And this is him as he admits his sins and cruelty and occasional moments of sadism and bloodlust. A man with an insatiable thirst for bloodlust and borderline obsession with violence and the absolute domination of his enemies. But he is still a man of honor and respect and decent amount of chivalry (even if he had his three mistresses and harem of concubine), more so women who doesn't deserves this kind of cruelty all because one man's inhuman ambition, extreme cruelty and his sheer misogynistic hatred for women in position of power and life in general.
He—
"...Ire. Sire? Are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to get your usual screaming gnome to kick off the balcony?"
The goliath turned his head to face the creature. His whole body is screaming in rage but controlled stoicism as he pointed at the last screen with a deep rumbling growl, "...?!" He questioned Gnarl, with his fiendish eyes glaring at Gnarl. A dark aura of wrath and disgust was emitting from his towering, mighty mountain of a body.
Gnarl calmed a cool head and simply looked at the last image with an air of aloofness.
"Ah yes. This…Sex Empire. This Cuntry in the Land of Serenus, in the heart of Eostia. Led by a mighty behemoth of a man who's quite evil and cruel. Inefficient and wasteful. But is quite a dastardly evil man nevertheless. "He said, looking at the screen that showed the image of Serenus and its current state. "Not on your level of evilness, Your Sireship."
The Dark Lord stared at him in cold anger. His eyes showed nothing but anger and disgust. Not at him, but this Vult who has shamed him by being an 'emperor' as him when he is nothing but thuggish, tyrannical rapist and disgusting, shameful degenerate of the worst kind.
All of the other lands were gone and his eyes glowering at the rugged, masculine face of Vult with a look of pure hate and disgust. He knew he must do it right now.
The gigantic form of the Fourth Overlord turned around and walked away with an aura of pure unadulterated wrath and dark determination as he began making his way to the direction one of the tower gates that led to the Netherworld Tower to begin all preparations for the conquest of Serenus and the total destruction of the Black Dog Sex Empire.
Time for these Black Dogs and the Sex Empire to feel the Wrath and Might of the Fourth Overlord.
TIME FOR WAR FOR THE BLACK DOG!
NO PRISONERS FOR THE BLACK DOG!
NO MERCY FOR THE BLACK DOG!
ONLY WANTON CRUELTY AND MERCILESS DEATH FOR THE BLACK DOG!
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And scene. The first official chapter of the Overlord: Chivalrous of Evil. Hope you're ready to read the Fourth Overlord showing the Black Dogs/Sex Empire that there is TRUE EVIL who still believe in code of chivalry and more than willing to teach them via brutal torture and death of these common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowds.
Now, after I've read a good story of Kuroinu - Rise of the Guardian which made me think about adding the girls of Kuroinu 2 into the story instead of keeping solely on the cast of Kuroinu 1. Though, I could have them in a threeway war between Kuroinu Sex Empire and the Fourth Overlord Empire and the Sacred
Aurelian Empire. This also make me think about other famous fantasy hentai series, but that's for another time.
Signed, Sandkings321