Ghoul King's Harem



Since Alexander returned, the base's atmosphere became rowdier—he would spend time with the Vesta during the day.

Like before, he would serve them with whatever they wished if they performed well.

Most of the time, it was something obscene, or others were rather cute and just wanted to hold hands and kill zombies together.

'Ugh... Why are some of my Vesta extremely strange!?'

It was four days since he came back—each day, he would leave with the girls and take them deep into the city, massacring all they could and bringing back any items that might be useful.

The plan was to start moving east in three days.

The last Vesta to ask for his reward was a little strange and asked him to lick her asshole until she came...

It wasn't like he didn't do that before, but she asked to do it in front of her entire squad, with Laura watching the entire thing with a wistful face.

'Damn... why did her engravement say [Daddy Alex's Little Slut]? I thought they were standardised!' 

Currently, he was sitting in the Mall on a large black sofa, the girl who just had her wish fulfilled now naked and laying on the bed to the right, while Laura and Claire were sitting beside Alex, helping to clean his face of all the excess fluids from her excitement.

"Alex... my...." Claire spoke with a slightly nervous look.

However, Alexander chuckled before leaning towards her and popping open her customised Vesta dress, allowing her breasts to flop out easily; now, the small cherries were oozing light brown milk, and her eyes closed tightly.

Despite doing this daily, almost twice a day, she didn't seem to be used to it; the taste of her milk seemed to vary on what she did, felt or ate while producing it. 

Normally it is sweet, like caramel.

Alexander didn't bother griping; he loved Claire and her milk—his lips opened before pulling on both breasts, squeezing and massaging them so the warm but delicious milk squirted into his mouth.

"Haa...Mmmm.... good... it's going to come out... squeeze harder..."

For others, this was extremely erotic and obscene because of the moaning sounds of Claire. Still, it was like communication for the pair in question—he could tell her health and feelings just from the taste of her milk, and she could feel his affection and care from his gentle but loving milking.

Unlike a normal cow, the minotaur female needed more power and a slight hint of roughness for her milk to be properly squeezed out. Thus she would often tell him during her sensual moans; Alex didn't mind when his women told him what they wanted, especially during things like this or sex.

Imagine being a man too proud to ask or find out what your lover wanted, and they smile and say, "It was great," because it's too awkward to speak with their partner.

That wasn't Alexander.

He may be an ass sometimes, but he never left his women unsatisfied.

Laura noticed his thoughtful look and asked, "Alex... can you give me one too?" Her breasts are now hanging from her dress, the different model causing her's to be slightly squished, making her rocket-shaped tits look more erotic and lewd. 

"Ah..." her voice suddenly trembled, seeing the thick spurts of Claire's milk shooting into his mouth, realising it wasn't just a sexual thing, but she was now too far gone to play it off as a joke. 

Laura wanted to soothe their relationship, knowing that they started in the worst way, her using him to sever the feelings towards her human life while not feeling trust or love for him—that's why he never gave her blood or essence. She was still in the phase of becoming a Vesta; most of her troops were past Stage Two long ago!

Yet, since the moment she gifted them the suit he wears even now, he has almost religiously never let it leave his body, which she could feel too. 

A hidden feature of this item was the gifter could sense how often and much the recipient wore the clothes, a strange elven habit to want to know everything about the person you are courting, sometimes they would give a pen or glasses with the same qualities wanting to assess their partner.

"Mmmmn... it's almost done.... nibble the tips... I'll feel soo good... Alex... haa...!"

Her eyes watched as his lips sucked on Claire's huge breasts, much larger than her own, the wet sound of his lips and tongue slurping on her thick creamy milk before Claire suddenly began to convulse, the sharp teeth of Alexander biting down on her cherries visible, causing Laura's thighs to rub together, she spent most of her time when not training to watch him with other women under the guise of "wanting to know him more." 

Yet the truth was, whether half or full, Elves were complete degenerates!

It didn't matter whether they were Anmer or Denmer. 

His sharp teeth released her dark red nubs, the last dribble of her milk dripping down her dress, while she leaned back with her body relaxed, a blissful face; soon, she would train the weaker Vesta in the city centre where more than 20,000 zombies remained even more.

Alexander, Stella and Maria were the only ones capable of breaking through the horde alone.

Maybe Althea could, but he would never let her do such a thing, instead sending Claire with 20 Vesta to whittle them down, alongside Mildred with another 30 Vesta with longbows and shortbows to support her.

He was confident in his ability to protect them, but it was also important to teach them to be independent, and the best way to do that was to take them outside of the safe zone and allow them to see what they were up against.

Laura was another of the Captains that would lead a group out. Alexander recently noticed her attempts to get closer to him—maybe it was bonding with the Syrian women, allowing him to see the signals and signs of women easier.

Because dealing with 400 Gula women was quite hectic.

Alexander sat back in the chair, his fingers tracing over the neck of Laura, her body quivering as her breasts remained exposed: she was torn between hiding them or the chance he might consider giving her some mercy.

"Mmm... Laura... you've been watching me for a while now, right?"

"I... I... uh... y-yes... I was wondering if..." she gulped, her head turning away, trying to hide her feelings.

Alexander chuckled, reaching forward to grab her dress, pulling it down with ease—her large breasts flopped out, bouncing gently, and her nipples grew stiff and erect at the thought of getting milked.

"Hah...hah...haaa...."

Her body was trembling, but he had given her no time to recover—his hand reached out and grabbed her breast, squeezing it tightly, while his thumb and forefinger wrapped around her thick dark nipple, squeezing it tight.

"Mnn... ah... mmmm..."

She gasped, her legs squeezing tight while her arms moved to cover her breasts; Alexander pulled them away, exposing her, while his other hand squeezed her other breast; this time, he lowered his mouth and took it into his mouth, sucking hard.

"Haaaa... oh fuck... this isn't fair... haa... it feels so good... please... ahhh... don't stop..."

Claire giggled, her finger wiping the last remnants of milk off her breast before she licked them clean; she was also a bit of a voyeur, always watching the scenes of Alex with others, often touching herself during the times.

Alexander felt a tinge of embarrassment from the girl's gaze, but he continued, his hands pinching and twisting her nipples, pulling them before pushing them back in his mouth; Laura's toes curled, her entire body shivering, but she could feel a climax building in her loins, the sensation of him suckling on her breast making her feel like she was melting.

"Mmmm... haa... Alex... I'm close... please... keep going...!"

Her voice was soft and weak, begging for release.

Alexander looked up, seeing her face and the slight tears in her eyes, but he smiled, pulling his mouth off her nipple, the suction sound making her groan and moan.

"Alex...!"

She was about to complain, but his mouth and tongue quickly moved to her other breast, the sudden change causing her to jump before gasping loudly.

"Oh god! Haa... haaa... hooooooo...!"

The first wave of pleasure hit her like a truck but then came the second, and she was forced to lean back on the sofa, her eyes rolling into the back of her head while her entire body shook, her juices pouring out from her slit, covering her thighs in her sticky sweet honey.

"Alex... haa... haa... thank you... I feel so much better..."

Her breathing was still heavy, but she felt relieved—she wanted to be like them, to receive so much love and affection from him without fear or reservation.

It was a big leap in their relationship; she felt his soft hand brush against her blue hair, covering her back up and letting her lean against his body with a tired gaze.

"It's a shame there was no milk this time; maybe in the future." Alexander's words were slightly cryptic, but he remembered her information with his Eagle eyes and her desire for a child. 

That she was denied.

He was not dense but didn't want to hurt the women he cared for needlessly by sleeping with them without thought; Claire took time, Stella took time, and he was crazy about her. 

Alexander didn't want to take too long anymore because they might not have that long. Thus he decided to accept what they threw at him; if he didn't like it, he would deny them, but he liked Laura, the gift; the message touched his heart and allowed their broken string of fate to be rejoined with a makeshift knot.

"Laura, can you support Claire today in the city?" 

"Haa.... mmm... of course..." 

He nodded, feeling at ease, something deep in his chest constantly reminding him that time was running out, that he couldn't take too much time for pleasure or leisure. Now when sleeping with his Vesta, there would normally be 3 or 4 of them, while if it were Stella or Claire, it would be in pairs.

"Take this."

"If you accept me and want to become my woman, drink it and kill to your heart's content, accept me, and I will fulfil your dream. I swear."

Alexander didn't wait for her answer, the bottle he left in her hands was a strange mixture of 90% dark red, and a slither of murky white like jelly. This was the highest quality potion that would create the strongest possible female ghoul.

His pace was rapid, and he left the room quickly; today, he would be hunting with Megan, Patricia and Maria while Althea seemed to be tagging along; now, she and Maria were joined at the hip.

[You have 12 days, Alexander]

'I know...'

He looked east from the huge glass window, the destroyed city in ruins, but the journey east was not almost clear, but something in that direction gave him an ominous feeling...

Thus he would cancel the Vesta patrol and head that way himself with the girls.