He found the entire process somewhat endearing as his hands roved gently over her skin, feeling her heart race and thump harder in her chest. He molded her breasts in his hands, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her as he lowered his lips to suck on them.
Her back arched in response, a moan slipping from her lips as she pleaded breathlessly, "Yes! More!"
Voldrak soon realized his own patience was waning as he hovered over her, still fully clothed while she lay completely naked beneath him. He was glad to see her hands moving with urgency, reaching for his pants to pull them down.
But as her eyes landed between his legs, he felt her hesitate. Her hands withdrew just before touching his shaft, as though it were something dangerous, capable of burning her.
"It's huge!" she gasped, her voice laced with wariness. Her eyes widened in shock, unable to shift her gaze from it. "I didn't expect it to be this... That thing is going inside me?"
Voldrak felt the urge to chuckle but smothered it by trailing kisses down her neck, his fingers still exploring her chest. 'It's good that I'm not the only one who doesn't exactly know what they're doing,' he thought, even as his body caught up with the moment. He trailed kisses between her bosom, moving lower.
Flonda's legs widened instinctively as he kissed closer to his intended destination. When he began using his tongue and fingers, her legs parted even more, her body trembling as he gently widened her tight entrance. He tugged at her clit in a way that made her legs spasm uncontrollably.
"Oh... wa... ahh!" she gasped, her voice hitching as Voldrak increased the pace. Her moans grew louder, her gasps more desperate. "Vol—" she started to call his name, but the words trailed off as her head rolled back, her hands tightening on his shoulders. Her body convulsed in pleasure as she came undone, her walls spasming sporadically against his fingers.
At that point, Voldrak couldn't wait any longer. It was clear it was her first time, but his pulsing shaft was too impatient. He watched her, her eyes heavy-lidded, still recovering from her climax, as he positioned himself at her entrance.
His hardened member was throbbing with eagerness as he placed it at her wet, warm opening, pushing the tip in as slowly as he could.
"Relax," he whispered softly, satisfied as he saw her widen her legs in anticipation. She watched him, her eyes filled with both curiosity and desire, as he slowly sheathed himself inside her.
The sensation was overwhelming. The tight warmth of her walls clenched against his cock, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. 'Maybe this isn't as barbaric as I thought,' he mused, feeling her internal energy starting to blend with his own. He saw no reason to hold back, intending to give her as much as she could handle. After all, he could always take more from his enemies later.
But just as he pushed in further, ready to thrust fully inside, loud bells rang from various parts of the Bortris encampment. The sudden sound shattered the intimate atmosphere, signaling that something was terribly wrong—they were under attack.
Voldrak's control over the dead was limited. While many believed he could use them to fight, all they could do was serve as sentinels. He had posted them at the walls with a single command: to ring the bells the moment something was amiss.
His expression hardened, his face becoming a blank mask as the bells continued to echo in the night. His gaze shifted to Flonda, who looked confused and worried, unaware of what was happening outside.
His frown deepened as her walls clenched tighter around the tip of his shaft, more from anxiety than arousal. Reluctantly, he slid out of her, feeling the warmth of her body slip away as he withdrew completely.
Without a word, Voldrak picked up his clothes and dressed hurriedly, a dark scowl settling on his face.
'May the gods have mercy on anyone foolish enough to go beyond those walls,' he thought, already prepared to make them wish they had met the demons of pain instead of crossing paths with him.
He didn't spare another glance at Flonda as he headed for the door, his mind already on the looming threat outside.
Voldrak had just stepped out of the room when he saw one of the minor family heads sprinting toward him. Horror and fear were etched deep into the man's face, and Voldrak wasn't sure if it was because of the threat they faced or simply the dread of bringing the news to him. Either way, Voldrak knew this man was the lowest of the low—no one else would have dared approach him with such dire information.
The man stumbled as he reached Voldrak, nearly collapsing from the effort. His breathing was heavy, his voice trembling as he tried to speak. "My lord..." He gulped for air, bowing so low he almost hit the ground. "We... we're under attack."
Voldrak's face remained an unreadable mask, but his eyes sharpened. "I heard the bells. What exactly are we dealing with?" His voice was cool, controlled, but with a hint of menace beneath, the kind that made weaker men falter.
The family head's hands shook as he raised his head slightly, eyes darting nervously. "It's not just people, my lord," he stammered, his voice tight with fear. "Beasts—massive creatures—along with thousands of men and women. They're... they're from Bortris' clan and Vordia's clan. They're trying to breach the western wall."
Voldrak's gaze hardened, but the sneer that curled his lips was almost amused. "Beasts?" he repeated, his tone mocking. "And you can't handle a few creatures and some pitiful remnants of Bortris and Vordia's people?" His eyes gleamed with contempt as he took a step closer, looming over the trembling man.
"We tried!" The man blurted out, flinching as though expecting a blow. "But they—there are too many! The beasts are tearing through our defenses, and the warriors... they're well-organized, like they've been waiting for this."
For the first time, Voldrak's brows furrowed. Beasts weren't something he had anticipated. Nor had he expected such coordination between the clans, especially after their apparent disbandment. His hand twitched at his side as dark energy rippled subtly around him, reacting to his rising irritation.
He bent down slightly, his face inches from the groveling man's. "You've failed," Voldrak said in a low, dangerous tone. "And you've brought this mess to me." The air grew colder, his presence more suffocating as the dark energy emanating from him flared with lethal intent.
The man's eyes widened in terror, and he fell to his knees, his head bowed to the dirt. "My lord, please! I beg for mercy—I only came to warn—"
"Get out of my sight," Voldrak interrupted, his voice sharp as a blade. "Before I decide to kill you where you stand."
The family head scrambled to his feet and fled, nearly tripping over his own legs in his haste to get away.
Voldrak remained still for a moment, his mind working quickly through the implications. He had underestimated Bortris and Vordia's people. Clearly, they had managed to regroup, perhaps even finding a way to harness the beasts that roamed the outer regions. And now, they had brought that force to his doorstep.
His lips curled into a dark smile. If they wanted a battle, they would get one.
With a surge of purpose, Voldrak strode toward the western wall, his dark energy flaring around him like a storm. As he moved, his soldiers began to stir from their resting places, sensing the danger and the call to arms. The undead, silent and obedient, followed without question. His living soldiers, although weary from the march, gathered their weapons with grim determination.
Voldrak's mind was already planning his retaliation, but one thought lingered—how had the Bortris and Vordia clans tamed those beasts? That kind of power could prove troublesome if left unchecked.
As he neared the wall, the sounds of battle grew louder. Roars, both human and beastly, filled the air. The ground trembled beneath the weight of the massive creatures attacking the wall. They weren't ordinary animals; these were larger, more ferocious—creatures born of the wild, untamable lands beyond the clans' reach. Wolves the size of horses, towering beasts with armored hides, and even winged predators swooped down from the sky, tearing into the defenses.
And there, amidst the chaos, Voldrak saw them—the men and women of Bortris and Vordia, fighting with a brutal intensity. Many were bloodied, but they fought with purpose, their movements synchronized, their tactics sharp. These were not the broken remnants he had expected. They were an army.
The sight stirred something dark and dangerous within Voldrak. He felt his own energy pulse in response, eager to be unleashed.
"You dare come here with your beasts and your ragged army?" he muttered under his breath, eyes blazing as he surveyed the carnage. "You'll wish you had never crossed paths with me."