Zhuan Zhu assassinating King Liao!
Jing Ke assassinating the King of Qin!
Caesar assassinated in the Senate!
The Huanggutun Incident!
The tragedy of the Dallas motorcade (JFK), Japan's first shot in Nara taking down the Taiko (Shinzo Abe)!
A series of world-famous scenes flashed before Al's eyes like a cinematic montage. The boy was about to yell, "Mommy Alina, save me!"
It wasn't until he was about to be dragged to the door of the dark room that he realized the ones dragging him in weren't assassins, but the companions of the goat mom—Al's personal goat girl maid (wet nurse) squad.
He recognized every single one of them, and could even say he was intimately familiar with them.
After all, Al had personally tasted every single one with his own mouth.
The goat girls pulled and tugged at Al, puffing their cheeks, their faces flushed red. But upon seeing the boy's confused gaze, they would purposefully glare back fiercely.
Pretty faces paired with a soft, fluffy demeanor held absolutely zero intimidating power.
Instead, it would probably make people with specific fetishes even more excited.
A goat girl who isn't fierce at all trying to look fierce...
Al raised his hand and pinched the fair, tender cheek of the goat girl clinging to his left side, whose breasts were sandwiching the boy's left arm.
"I'm not hungry right now."
He thought the goat moms were here to urge him to nurse.
Once Al realized his "kidnappers" were the goat girls, he relaxed.
Even if the centaur girl went dark-side, decided to turn Al into a human dildo, and casually slaughtered every female he had ever been intimate with, he still wouldn't believe the goat girls would rebel against him.
As for why nursing needed to be "urged," it was because Al had discovered that his suckling on the goat girl wet nurses' breasts to feed would also cause them to moan, leak, and reach orgasm.
A special constitution of the Everchosen.
The goat girls had tried nursing each other themselves, but it never produced such an effect. Only Al could make them feel pleasure.
So they had always held a grudge over the boy's reluctance to "grace their beds" and exercise his "mating rights" with them, just like the centaur girl.
"It's not that..." A goat girl standing on the outside with a timid expression blushed and whispered so softly that Al barely heard it.
Then he was dragged by the goat girls into the room they had prepared in advance, and they began stripping the boy's clothes and pants.
"Hey!"
Al's eyes widened.
The reflection of the Bloodmother flashed across the boy's pupils, unnoticed by anyone. It seemed she couldn't be bothered to watch Al's upcoming, highly probable decadent and debauched smut time.
Al gripped his pants tightly, but it was too late. The boy's spear had already poked its head out. The goat girls let out a low gasp, seemingly surprised—though in reality, they had seen it quite a few times. Blushing, their hands didn't stop for a second as they continued fighting the boy for control.
"W-why!" "Doing this so suddenly..."
At least give Al some mental preparation for a surprise attack like this. If the genders were reversed... Al shuddered.
Little Al was already cupped in the hands of the boldest, most proactive goat girl. The pants were completely useless now. Al let go, allowing the goat girl behind him to pull them down. The majestic spear proudly displayed its imposing figure in the air.
The goat girls' statures were relatively petite compared to other Beastmen. Al's "thing" was almost as long as her face, hanging stiff and straight right in front of the goat girl's face, looking exceptionally erotic.
The shy goat girl who had explained earlier took her companion's place. Pressing her soft body and breasts against Al from behind, she whispered an explanation into his ear.
Only then did Al understand what was going on.
The fact that he had taken in a human widow this morning wasn't a secret, and it quickly spread. To the ordinary tribespeople, it was nothing. So what if the Everchosen took a human woman? Big deal.
But to the goat girls, it was a completely different story!
They were Al's exclusive maids. Before being brought over by the goat mom, they were all single, mateless goat girls. After wet-nursing the boy, unless Al forcibly sent them away in this life, they were eternally bound to him.
Even after death, their souls would be treated specially by the Four Gods, likely forging a demonic maid squad to remain with Al.
Previously, the only ones Al had intimate relations with were the goat mom and his adoptive mother, the centaur. And the centaur girl still hadn't gotten her wish of having her adopted son take the final step.
Then there was Claudia and the swordswoman Ann. The latter two were captives taken by force. Though the former fell to corruption and was officially ordained by the Four Gods, giving her a special status in a tier of her own among captive sex slaves.
But suddenly, word spread that a group of human women had entered Al's tent... The boy would rather spend his energy on human women than touch a single one of the goat girls (excluding the goat mom). This broke the hearts of these beautiful older sisters and little moms.
Thus leading to this situation of blocking the door and begging to be pierced.
Al had let himself go very quickly in this regard. Aside from his adoptive mother, the centaur girl—where the size difference genuinely made him want to wait for a more perfect, uninhibited first time—there was a reason he hadn't claimed the goat girls...
Every time, they were just there to assist the centaur girl and the goat mom. Al's main firepower wasn't focused on them. At most, they would help deal some supplementary damage, give a little bite, or use their mouths and breasts to clean up the mess.
The rest of the time was mostly spent nursing. Nursing until they themselves climaxed continuously, moaning non-stop, collapsing limply on the ground without even the strength to stand up. Where would they find the stamina to endure his conquest?
Al would drink milk, and after finishing, the circle of goat girls around him would be sitting in a W-sit (duck sitting) pose, their pretty little hooves splayed on either side of their plump asses.
After eating and drinking his fill, he would slip away to handle business, having no time to pick them up and fuck them one by one. That would be no different from fucking dolls.
So he had never made a move on the goat girls.
Of course, another reason was that Al felt taking on so many intimate bonds all at once was something he feared he couldn't handle.
Not physically, but emotionally.
Although Al was a pervert, Al had a sickness.
But he was devoted!
Just because he was a devoted pervert doesn't mean he wasn't devoted!
Going from intimate to "intimately seamless" was a major breakthrough. Al hadn't prepared himself to bear so many multi-layered relationships. If he did it, he felt he couldn't treat the goat girls merely as sex slaves for venting lust. That would conflict somewhat with Al's mindset, which, although heavily twisted by now, still barely strived upwards.
So he kept delaying taking that step.
However, in the goat girls' own self-perception, they already belonged to Al. Even if the latter suddenly became possessed by a tyrant—deciding today that someone's hands looked pretty and chopping them off to make specimens, or deciding tomorrow to make a lute out of someone's bones (like Gao Yang of Northern Qi)—the goat girls would only submit meekly and never leave him.
Al was the triple sanctuary of their faith, rights, and emotions.
Back then, the two foolish goat girls serving Zhakun were his sex slaves. But Zhakun worshipped Slaanesh, his desires were too brutal, and he tortured those two poor goat girls until they went mad and became dim-witted. Ultimately, the centaur girl ended their suffering with two slashes of her blade.
So Al would eventually open his mouth and feast. In the classic entertainment works he loved, what annoyed him most were those "gentle" male leads who acted like fake men and true eunuchs, or the weak, incompetent cuckolds.
It's just that with his personality, he might have taken it slowly. But now the meat had delivered itself to his mouth, and the goat girls couldn't wait any longer, launching the offensive themselves.
Al...
Naturally, he lay back and accepted it.
Three goat girls—one on top, one in the middle, one on the bottom—were working hard, using clumsy but gentle movements to serve their boy master.
The one on top worked hard to swallow the boy, the one in the middle serviced the shaft, and the one on the bottom held the sack in her mouth, licking softly.
Eight goat girls in total.
His kidneys started having phantom pains.
Al felt his "Perfect Vigor" trait was probably going to meet its match today.
Four more goat girls occupied the remaining available spots on Al's body. Only the shyest one stood blankly on the outside, looking like a pitiful little thing participating in her first orgy, not knowing what to do.
But soon, the goat girl swallowing Al's spear stood up. Very thoughtfully, so as not to let her feel left out, she pulled her dazed companion over to take her place.
Al swore that after getting through this session, he had to spend tomorrow and the day after handling political and military internal affairs.
If he broke this oath!
Creak!
The door opened and swiftly closed again.
A woman walked in, carrying a cage covered with a black cloth on her shoulder.
"Don't mind me, I'll wait until you're finished."
Claudia raised an eyebrow, signaling the panicked goat girls to continue.
Then the Paladin opened the cage, hauled out the swordswoman, who was fixed in a four-point crawling posture, and carried her out.
She placed her tragic female companion flat on the ground, adjusted her posture to look like a beautiful human hound, then shifted her plump, perky buttocks to sit right on the swordswoman's lower back. Resting her chin on the swordswoman's shoulders, she watched with great interest.
Al sighed internally.
Looks like I'm not leaving today either.
I hope Misha and the others can handle things well.