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Dread Sovereign: Monster Girl Harem

A handsome half-orc with a hulking body filled with perfect muscles stands carrying a great axe over one shoulder. His neon blue eyes watching the void, waiting for those that would threaten his world. Huge creatures with monstrous figures, beasts of the abyss, here to kill the orc. Their angered shrieks and pained screams filled the air. The corpses of these monsters surround his body, forming his throne of dread. His long tail smashed down, turning them into pulp while using his brutal axe with powerful chops, cleaving them into pieces. "This world shall become ours; you cannot stop our legion! Orc!" a distorted and evil voice sounded. "WATCH ME!" Shouted the orc, filled with confidence and pride. In defiance, a purple mist shrouded him as he transformed into a monster himself, with long gryphon wings and sharp horns from his head—a hulking muscular body and legs filled with thick scales and black hooves. Bang! The orc stepped forward, his heart burning with passion and desire as he bellowed with a demonic and distorted voice. "I am the Sovereign of Dread, foul Daemons. This is MY world! Return to your wasteland to rot, or DIE!" He was a manticore, the only male manticore ever to exist. He fights not for power. Not for glory! Alistair "Raven" Granbell fights only for his beloved women and because he LOVES to fight the strong and crush them under his axe Mor'vaal and prove he deserves his Dread Sovereign title. Dread Sovereign is exclusively published on Webnovel.com.

Duke_Asmodeus · Fantasy
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250 Chs

Chapter 56: Mel'Zentia

As they walked inside, a beautiful female goblin blacksmith stood over a large anvil, her thick hammer smashing down, each blow causing her body and huge breasts to shake with an alluring wobble. However, she was short in stature; her hips were broad, with thick muscles and soft flesh covering her body. 

'I want her...'

Her small size belied her strength and skill, and Raven could tell she was a master of her craft, but his loins were interested in more than her skill as a blacksmith, unable to control his instincts as a young manticore.

'I want to push her down...'

Raven's eyes were almost glued to her smooth ass, round like orange; as it jiggled from her intense movements, the clanging of the black steel filled his ears. While Raven watched her with lustful eyes, Emily and Lilith began to observe the shop walls lined with weapons and armour, all expertly crafted.