Chapter 5: New Home

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"F-Fuck… Master, it feels too good," Bella moaned, Lux's head between her thick thighs, lapping at the sopping slit.

Over the past week, Lux had gotten the woman pretty close to her baseline mental state with him completely replacing Voldemort as her object of devotion.

She was still batshit insane, of course, but it wouldn't be Bellatrix Lestrange otherwise. He'd at least gotten her to switch to calling him 'Master,' or 'My Lord,' Being referred to as 'Her God' all day was becoming a little much, even for him.

Still, he wouldn't mind the lesser beings of this world kneeling at his throne, worshipping as the god he was. It just felt weird to him for a person he'd been balls deep in for days to be calling him 'God.'

But he could put all those thoughts aside for another time when he didn't have such a beautiful womanhood in front of his face.

"Please… Master… This dirty slut of yours doesn't deserve to be treated so well," she stammered through her convulsions, making him nip at her engorged clit, cutting off any further complaints.

"And who do you think you are, to decide how your master treats his slave?" he mumbled before giving one of her heaving tits a tight slap while still feasting on the mature beauties cunt.

Lux couldn't get enough of Bella's juices. He didn't know why, maybe it was just a witch thing, but to Lux, eating out the woman's mature pussy had been the best meal he'd tasted since landing in this world.

The heady scent of arousal filling the room only fueled his hunger. Deciding to spice things up with a little human transfiguration, Lux's now lengthened tongue slithered into Bella's deepest depths, her soft thighs locking his head in place like a vice as her rampant moans reached new heights.

If he were a lesser man, he'd have likely passed out from the pressure she was putting on his neck. But he wasn't and as his tongue circled the entrance to her precious womb, the overwhelming sensations sending Bella to a land of pleasure she could never have imagined, Lux reveled in the savory spray of girl cum he'd received for his efforts.

"Fuck… woman… you… taste… so… good," Lux praised in between each flick of his still-elongated tongue, making his way up her soft stomach, between the glorious globes of flesh, finally reaching her succulent lips.

Bella seemed to finally get a hold of herself after coming down from the high of her climax.

"Please, Master, allow me to tend to your needs now," she asked, nearly begging, making him reel in his tongue back to a normal length and rolling onto his back.

"Sure, I'll allow it. Now come and satisfy your master," Lux teased as Bella's seductive form sensually crawled across the bed until she was between his legs.

Lux moaned as Bella let a long trail of saliva drip from her lovely mouth before taking the already erect cock in both hands, motioning up and down while teasing the underside of his tip with her tongue.

Making Bellatrix his, was the best decision he'd made so far, Lux thought as she moved her hands away, sheathing his cock down her pulsating throat.

Bella would have happily used her mouth and throat to pleasure him for hours if he desired, but after a while of not showing any reactions and sending her a cocky smirk, she decided to escalate things, moving up to straddle his waist, pinning his shaft between his abs and her dripping slit.

"Master, I want you inside me… Fill me up with your seed… Allow me to carry your child," Bella leaned down, purring into his ear, all while grinding her split lips along the underside of his dick.

Deciding to fulfill his slave–and perhaps, future baby mama's wishes–on her next motion, Lux angled his cock up, easily penetrating the waiting pussy.

Laying back, Lux let the witch work her magic as she moved her hips up and down, side to side, her quivering quim doing its best to try and suck him dry.

It didn't take the seductress long to receive his first climax. Between her skilled blowjob and grinding along his cock, he was already reaching his limits by the time she took him into her cunt.

As she'd begged for, he didn't hold back, the tip of his dick knocking on her fertile womb before releasing his load.

Lux's eyes widened for a brief moment. He felt it… He'd just impregnated his sexy slave. Then he shrugged… Whatever, maybe he could put Rose to work as a babysitter in the future, he thought.

For now, though, he wasn't done having his way with the mature witch, flipping her over with his cock still inserted before sending deep thrusts into the woman carrying his child.

Just because Bella was now carrying his child, he wouldn't go easy on his sexy Milf, spending hours using her wonderful holes in all the ways he could imagine.

Finally pulling out of his exhausted baby mama, Lux looked at his work with a satisfied smile. If he couldn't leave a woman in a quivering mess like the current Bella, it wouldn't be a job well done.

Lux rolled out of bed, leaving the incapacitated Bella to get some much-needed rest. After cleaning himself off, he donned an extravagant pair of silk boxers he'd created.

Stepping onto the modest porch attached to the small wooden cabin, he took in the morning air. The log cabin was a little something he'd cooked up to avoid sleeping in the shabby tent Rose currently occupied. But hey, he'd added some expansion and cushioning charms to make it livable; he wasn't heartless, after all.

Summoning a glass of finely aged wine, Lux relaxed against the wooden railing.

Gamp's Law of Transfiguration, you ask? That's something for mortals to worry about. While his divinity of creation was still weak, conjuring mundane things like food and drink from thin air wasn't a problem.

Of course, they still ate a steady supply of freshly hunted game. He wasn't going to deny Aurora the satisfaction she felt feeding their dysfunctional little group.

Seeing Rose dragging herself out of her tent with dark bags under her eyes, Lux gave her a happy little wave, only to receive a scowl and middle finger in return.

"You can turn that frown upside down. My plans are coming to fruition, and we'll be moving soon," Lux drawled, watching the sleepy girl perk up at his words.

"What plans? All you've done is laze around when not keeping me awake with your constant… nightly activities," Rose accused, making him smirk.

It was true. He had been taking it pretty easy for the past week, but she didn't know about all the work his undead were putting in behind the scenes.

Still, he'd gained some valuable insight into the Essence of Creation during his leisurely activities.

Lux could only guess it was because Bellatrix was considered an 'important character,' but either way, he'd gained a small amount of essence for stealing the mad witch away from her master.

He also got a little insight into how the Essence judged his feat. Because he took the easy path by brainwashing the psychopath, the amount he gained was far less than what he otherwise could have received.

On top of that, his undead minions running around, making a ruckus, brought in a small but steady stream of essence. He figured he was gaining more from this because he was actually doing something rather than taking the easiest path of simply walking into the Lord's keep and mind-controlling all the higher-ups of this land.

He wondered how much he'd have gained if he started at the bottom, gaining the allegiance of a small settlement and eventually leading a revolution with the small folk willingly joining his cause.

But that would have put his plans of living a life of luxury on hold. Maybe he'd try out that path in another place after conquering Skagos.

"I wouldn't expect a little lass like yourself to understand my intricate machinations at play," Lux told the girl, who just rolled her eyes and went about her morning business.

~A New God's Conquest~

Thorrick Magnar, heaving for air and covered in blood, pulled his axe from the skull of what must have been the hundredth moving corpse of the night.

Exhausted, Thorrick moved behind his line of men, a fresh warrior replacing his spot as he slumped to the ground with his back to the wall.

Now he could only lament not taking what the small folk claimed seriously.

Days after his best man-at-arms should have returned, the truth made itself blatantly obvious. No man returned to the keep alive, and when none remained to leave out of fear, that's when the dead started pounding on their walls.

He'd tried sending riders to Houses Crowl and Stane, hoping they weren't in the same situation and could provide aid. But even if the messenger managed to make it, he figured his fellow Lords would rather see his house fall than come to the rescue.

Thorrick looked to the sky. The dawn would soon break, giving them the respite they needed to last another day.

For whatever reason, the wights would retreat at first light, dragging his fallen men back to the forests that were now a forbidden land.

So many good years, all for it to come crumbling down around him, he lamented. His eldest son was torn apart the first night by their unexpected attack, and his second-born just the next.

He couldn't have excused the two from the battle, not when every boy older than two and ten was forced to man the walls. Now his only remaining heirs were but seven name days, while the other was still sucking at the teet.

Was this the gods' punishment? If it was, he didn't know what he'd done to deserve this.

Seeing a section of the line of men collapsing, Thorrick got to his feet, no time for him to continue bemoaning the whims of gods.

With their Lord back in the fray, his men's morale stayed strong enough to at least get through the night.

Thorrick slumped onto a bench, now back inside his keep after the battle. He looked around, finding more injured than the last, letting out a sigh at the depressing sight.

The number of small folk seeking refuge that couldn't contribute to defense had been steadily decreasing. Not from the wights, but because their food stores couldn't handle the influx of mouths to feed.

It was nothing new to the old Lord. Before this long summer, they'd done what needed to be done to survive the harsh northern winters, and they'd likely continue to do so for years to come… that's if this wasn't the end for all life on Skagos.

~A New God's Conquest~

Rose crawled out of her comfortable enough tent; another night without getting enough sleep.

She scowled looking at the stupidly attractive teen enjoying the morning air in nothing but his underwear, deciding to ignore him this time.

Before she turned away, though, she couldn't help but take a peek at the manhood the flimsy cloth couldn't hide. He was a man where it counted, she thought, biting her lower lip.

Her face quickly heated after noticing his knowing smirk; fuck, she'd been caught. So she retreated back to her tent, not thinking she would be able to look anyone in the eye for the rest of the day.

Seriously, could she really be blamed? She was nearly a woman, after all. Sure, she had very little experience, only pleasuring herself on occasion, too worried about getting caught by her bunkmates at the castle and dreading what her aunt would say.

But now that she had a room–well it was a tent–to herself, and the constant sounds of pleasure resounding through the night, Rose couldn't help the dirty thoughts constantly running through her mind.

Rose could barely admit to herself that she knew a silencing charm that would let her get proper rest, but the feeling of slipping a hand down her bottoms to the sounds of the two's arousing moans was too good to pass up.

Just thinking about it now got her feeling a certain kind of way. And considering she would be spending the day in her tent, she decided she could take care of those naughty needs about now.

Unfortunately, immediately after slipping off her trousers, Rose heard someone knocking on her tent post, making her scramble up and frantically pull her clothes back on.

"Wakey, wakey, it's time to pack up camp and move into our new house," she heard Lux's annoying voice from outside.

Grumbling, she grabbed her wand before leaving her tent, unable to meet the eyes of the man she'd been about to touch herself to.

"So, where is this new home you've been talking about?" she asked.

"Oh, you'll see," he replied, his voice colder than anything she'd heard him say before.

Maybe because of all the shit she's been through, she was starting to have a bad feeling about today.

Lux snapped his fingers, his cabin and her tent collapsing in on themselves before flying into a small briefcase that Bellatrix picked up.

Like all the other magic she'd seen him use, she was again surprised by the ease he showed. Maybe she could get him to teach her some time.

As she again took his offered hand, her surroundings changed, giving her a view of large wooden walls and similarly wooden structures within.

That didn't keep her attention for long. She took a step back after noticing the warriors armed to the teeth with pitch-black skin and glowing golden eyes.

The sight made her shiver. While they had a distinct human form, their features put her on edge.

Before she could demand answers from Lux, her apprehension turned to horror. Rows and rows of unmoving bodies lined the walls. Turning to the person who presumably knew what was going on, she froze, noticing the cold smile he had on his face as he looked on.

"L-Lux… w-what's going on here?" she stammered, unable to keep the fear out of her voice. She'd seen death, but nothing like this.

"You see, I figured the people occupying the house I wanted wouldn't take kindly to a peaceful eviction notice. Worry not, my dear, this will all be over soon," he explained, the nonchalant way he described this massacre making her lose any courage to ask further questions.

Was this really the person she'd been enjoying her time bantering with?

Now she guessed it made sense that he'd become so close with The Dark Lord's insane follower.

But what was she supposed to do about it? Even with magic, she didn't like her chances of surviving in this foreign world. Was following a man that might be worse than Voldemort really her best option?

Looking at him out of the corner of her eye, she decided it was probably safer here than out there alone. Still, she didn't have the courage to speak, simply following along as they approached the large gate.

As they walked, the scattered corpses blocking the way simply vanished with a casual wave of Lux's arm before one of the larger warriors stepped forward.

"Surrender the keep and submit to your new ruler," the low raspy voice somehow being heard clear as day even from a distance.

Not receiving an answer, she saw Lux step forward, cracking his knuckles before drawing his wand. A large fiery beam silently flew from the tip, the largest use of the blasting charm Rose had ever seen, vaporizing the wooden gate off its hinges.

Lux's warriors stormed the walls, and all she could hear were whimpering moans and murmurs of 'The Others' and 'The Night King'.

She entered with Lux, noticing who she assumed to be the guards of this place, beaten and battered, barely able to make a stand as Lux's warriors held them at spearpoint.

"So, you've finally shown yourself, warlock. Well, get it over with, and may the gods smite you down," one of the burlier men stepped forward, spitting on the ground.

"Heh, I was going to give some of your men a chance to live, but not after what I've seen," Lux casually commented. "Kill them all," he ordered, and she could see the evil smirk on his face.

"No!" she managed to shout through the fear, making him raise a hand, all of his warriors stopping their advance.

She didn't know what he saw, but she couldn't just let him slaughter the basically defenseless group right in front of her.

He turned to her, an almost gentle look on his face, putting a hand on her shoulder that she nearly flinched from. "Rose, everything is not as simple as it seems," he claimed. "Cain, take Rose to the kitchens."

"If you still want me to spare them after, you can have it your way," Lux said before she was dragged off by the large man she figured was Cain.

She didn't know what he was playing at, but without any other choice, not with the iron grip around her upper arm, she was dragged along. Maybe she should have run after all.

Entering one of the buildings, the metallic smell in the air stung her nostrils. When she found what was waiting for her inside, she immediately emptied her stomach.

She hadn't eaten breakfast, but what little was left from dinner, along with what felt like all of her stomach acid, was now on the ground.

She couldn't believe her eyes. Children, younger than herself, pinned up like animals on the walls, their small body parts in pieces on the counters.

Could people really do this? She wanted to believe this whole day was simply a nightmare.

The people that did this were monsters.

She was so out of it that she didn't even notice herself being led back to the courtyard where the people—no, monsters—of this place waited for her judgment.

"Well?" he asked, making her look down.

"I-I don't think they should live," she choked out, tears running down her face.

And as Lux's soldiers advanced, she didn't have it in herself to have sympathy for the men's pained cries, only mourning the death of so many children at the hands of these monsters.

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