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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.

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250 Chs

Chapter 16: Devil's trickery

"Hehe~ where shall we go," Eva's slurred and pleasant voice sounded from Raven's shoulder as she leaned against him with her soft ass pushing against his cheek.

They were still in the middle of their drinking competition, but Eva began to get playful, climbing onto his shoulders and letting her heavy breasts rest on his head. The large pillows rested atop the Raven's head, pressing it down like a helmet.

He held her long and gorgeous legs with a firm yet gentle grip.

His attention was focused entirely on their match, so the warm body leaning over him and the pressure and scent of Eva's soft tits around his face hardly registered as he waited for the next goblin ale to be brought out. 

Raven himself could feel he was drunk. The bar seemed slightly blurred, but he was sure the little devil was worse. How else could she speak normally in the situation she was in?