CH5.5: Breaking A Protest

He counted a little over 108 women. Since he didn't want the men to fight over the extras, he gave 4 to Hector and kept the other 4 for himself.

"There are over a hundred of us and only one of him; we can take him if we fight together." One girl said.

Vincent moved and appeared beside the women.

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Poll: What should I do with the Druidess that attacked me?

Let Go With a Warning 50 Stylish Points

Rape Ass 5 Stylish Points

Rape Pussy 5 Stylish Points

Rape Mouth 5 Stylish Points

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He ripped her clothes off, exposing her to the camera, and spread her ass to show off her cute pink hairless elf pussy and tiny asshole. Vincent moved to spread the woman's ass with one hand and took pictures. The other elves stood frozen unbelieving what they were seeing. The white knights behind him yelled and screamed; one guy began pulling the arrow from his foot.

"Hey, guys, these protesting elves disagreed with riding horses; you know, that age-old form of travel we humans have done for millennia. Look at the guys; they tried to force their way when the shit falling out of their mouths didn't work. Pathos doesn't stand a chance against Logos until pussy is involved."

Vincent turned the camera back to the Druidess. The black-haired girl came dressed in white paint and dark eye shadow. The roots wrapped around her body, and she tried to stab him but failed to pierce his skin. Time had made him ridiculously tough. While the wood was sharp, it didn't have the piercing power to matter. Vincent held the Druidess down with a foot on her back. The others didn't dare try their luck, even in an awkward position. The time on his Livestream had barely hit 5 minutes before he took out the white knights. It was 9, and the poll was close.

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Poll: What should I do with the Druidess that attacked me?

Let Go With a Warning 50 Stylish Points

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Rape Ass 5 Stylish Points

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Rape Pussy 5 Stylish Points

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Rape Mouth 5 Stylish Points

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"Assholes have it," Vincent said before pulling out a bottle of lube and pouring a good amount on his cock before shaking it to ensure it was all on the bottom. Then he jammed it in her ass before squeezing.

The elf druidess screamed. "What are you doing to me?"

A steady stream of lube poured out of her beyond-tight asshole. "Don't worry, elves are stretchy."

"Don't just stand there; someone do something." The elf said.

His presence might have had something to do with the mob refusing to help out their fellow elf. Vincent more or less vetoed any chance the Druidess he retrained had of getting freed. But, on the other hand, his presence was empathic, letting him express his feelings well enough. Mobs were their emotions, and he emoted that this Druidess was about to get what she deserved. Maybe they would cheer when he pushed in.

Vincent pulled some pleasure beads out of his bag of holding and stuffed them in the girl's snatch. She gasped when he turned it on. She kicked her legs and tried to fight it until he pushed his presence into her. She was terrified, turned on, and felt betrayed that no one would help her. He grabbed her by the ass, and she felt like an unstoppable monster had her.

He pressed his cock against her backdoor, and she screamed as he tapped at it. It was always polite to knock before entering, after all. She tightened as much as possible while he fed pleasure into her. There was a slight pain as he pushed in deeper and held back at the feeling. Vincent had no idea what everyone else felt as he lost fine control over his presence. There was a good chance they all felt their assholes getting stretched. Feedback loops were interesting.

Vincent pressed again, and this time when she felt him press against her, she relaxed a little. The pleasure she felt from the buzzing and his dick bounced between them and everything caught in his presence. That was something he would have to get a handle on. The lube helped, and he fit the tip of his dick in her, which felt amazing. He picked the girl up off her feet, and she freaked out while he wanted to bring her closer to him.

After a little wiggling and using her weight to slide all the way in, her ass flexed. She tightened and shook, wiggling for every thrum of pleasure between them. Suddenly this punishment was more of a reward. On the other hand, who wants to be fought the entire time they're having sex. Willing always feels better. Vincent made sure to pull his presence only to the druidesses and thoroughly fucked some elf ass.

He pumped into her hot tight hole as she clenched and shuddered. Then he came, and she came in the middle of the noonday sun in the middle of summer. Vincent pulled out of the Druidess as his cum dripped from her asshole.

"You're the real asshole for making the only right option ten times more expensive than any other." A comment said on his Livestream.

"Or you're too much of a cheapskate to do the right thing when it counts," Vincent replied.

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Vincent tossed back the white pill while his men divided the Druidesses, who could have fought back at any time. The new pill settled in his stomach heavily. While he felt the pill work its crazy magic, he had an epiphany he needed to better regiment his men.

Men joined, swelling their numbers, while Hector ran ragged to direct men with no soldier experience. Some of the people joining never stepped outside their city. 4 druidesses bathed in his tent. At the same time, he reviewed the names and ages of people looking to join his hunting party. He would have to go hunting at night if he had any hope of feeding the massive force.

His funds stood at over 25,000 after he paid off his loan. That was the money he had to take care of his little army. 25,000 sounded like a lot, but the second he dipped into it for food, he would be in danger of running a deficit.

A guard poked their head through. "Sir Hector is here to see you." Vincent waved the man in.

"The camp is a mess. We're running out of food, and there aren't enough horses to go around; even if we broke everyone, our party wouldn't number more than a hundred. Then there are the newcomers. If I have to listen to another newcomer complain about not getting a druidess I'm going to start challenging recruits to honor duels." Hector said.

"Hector we aren't monsters, take them into the hitching post in the camp center and beat their ass," Vincent said.

He thought about it and made a few rules to make keeping the peace easier. Then, Vincent purchased some paper and wrote them in the strange language of the elves. It was hard to get his point across. The language he spoke to the elves hurt his throat, and writing it made his head spin.

Elf society was too soft for beheadings for stealing a bowstring, but he could use ass beatings until his men hardened. Dividing the elf druidesses helped.

"Did you want to make this a permanent unit? That is illegal; the chief commander of the state of bronze mountain won't stand for it." Hector said calmly.

"We are now a permanent unit, and what will he do? You don't seem to understand how big an advantage riding a horse can be. And you have me." Vincent said.

Vincent planned to buy his first 100 soldiers' steel equipment. Vincent liked their odds even if the city launched an army of 10,000 infantry. Once, he turned the men into mounted archers. Even light-armored calvary could be devastating against pseudo-hoplites. Instead of long spears, the elves preferred short spears and swords.

Something weird brushed against his senses, and he froze. Again, it fluttered into camp, bumping against his presence and moving through tents at inhuman speeds.

"Dancing Leaves lead ten spearmen to row 6, tent 8; there is something there."

"Do you think it had something to do with the sickness?" Vincent slowly nodded. "What will you do if the men think a plague is going around and abandon the camp?"

One of his men died, and all hell broke loose. Screams echoed through the camp, and people were panicking. If he let it go on, they would leave camp and scatter. Then whatever was in the camper would pick them off one by one in the dark.

"Yes, have the men pair off in front of their tents for an inspection. I'm going to investigate the situation."

The druidesses in the tub looked at one another. "Stay; you would only slow me down."

Their magic was elf-only, limited to roots fed their blood, and best used during the day. He had thought they could be useful as builders in his little army. But no elf soldiers were better builders, and their natural magic made trees grow faster anyway. Some elves could control their growth field and concentrate it in an area hastening the growth of plants. Research in elven magic was strictly regulated by the nobility. Commoners caught studying deeper into their innate magic could face a steep fine and prison time. Surprisingly there was a good reason behind it. There was a treaty with the goblins forbidding them from practicing studying their magic. Even druidesses would never develop beyond what they discovered themselves. Rumors had it some elves did study, but they were well hidden.

Vincent left his tent and ran down the grid of tents, glad the Roman system was efficient. The mob failed to get lost as he ran for the dying men.

In the moon's pale light, a tall elf with bloodshot eyes and bloody fangs fought 6 elves who refused to retreat.

Challenge 8 Time Limit 10 min

Complete: Slay a lesser vampire.

Reward: 2 C Red Pills

Complete: Save your remaining men.

Reward: 2 C Blue Pills

Complete: Restore discipline to your camp.

Reward: 2 C Green Pills

Complete: Locate hidden enemies.

Reward: 1 C Black Pill

Vincent turned on his go pro and went live.