Ghoul King's Harem



Alexander ended up discussing the future horde with Claudia and Brunhild for just over an hour before the pair of them sent him away. He was exhausted and had been pushing himself so hard for the past month, and none of them wanted to see him collapse.

Elanor went to meet with the rest of the troops on the high ground and began to transport them into the inner city, close to the citadel, because they were related to Alexander.

"Darling, are you alright?" Stella was so gentle when in private—her arms wrapped around Alexander's back and hugged him tightly as they entered the west wing, which was gifted to her and Alex by her mother until he officially took over.

"It's just... I feel everywhere I go..." He stopped for a moment, as a brief glimpse of weakness showed in his eyes, causing Stella's eyes to widen, because he never showed his weakness to anyone... "We always fight... lose people... I feel a little tired..."

'I don't want to be so powerless, but why do the deaths of those girls weigh so hard on my heart...' He thought not only about those lost in the journey to the north but also the original Gula warriors now encased in weapons... then he remembered Qiyana... and the women he loved currently fighting alone in Sariyan.

"Alex?" Stella hugged him tightly, her soft body offering what little warmth and comfort she could as her ample bosom squashed against his back, hoping to ignite other feelings to conquer his current depression.

The pair slowly paced towards the grand bedroom, where a huge bed, more than three metres in width, was covered in beautiful black sheets and wood, a lovely silvery wood only found in the northern mountains of this region. 

Along the sides of the room were two wardrobes... One was filled with outfits almost perfectly suited to Alexanders' size and shape, while the right was filled with dresses for several women, as both had a walk-inside compartment. 

'Is this room designed for me and my wives? Not just me and Stella?'

"Alex?" Stella's lovely voice sounded before she pushed on his back, the tight muscles resisting her power, but with a smile, he fell forward and rolled onto the bed, bouncing on the soft mattress with a groan, the contours and gentle feeling like a lovely group of women caressing and hugging his back it was a divine comfort.

"You look so beautiful, Stella. I am truly happy that I saved you." The way he spoke was not the commanding style like usual, but a soft and affectionate whisper that floated on the wind and seeped into her heart as she stepped forward, her chest racing at their first moment of peaceful intimacy for over a month... 

"The quickies in that frozen place are nothing compared to this, right?" Her lips, pink and glossy, curved into an intoxicating smile—even the discouraged Alex smiled.

"Ah... come here, my beautiful succubus and let me feel your loving embrace."

Alexander didn't know, but the main wives who surrounded him had begun to meet regularly and made a rota and agreement for when they arrived in this city.

First, Stella would be given a night to use all her powers to soothe his broken will and shattered body.

Himari was the one who told of his current state, her soft eyes able to see anything and everything that affected her beloved master.

Then Sarah and Amy felt they might burden him with their strong love and desires, handing this over to Stella, the woman whom they all admired for supporting him quietly, never taking the front stage, but giving as much as those who did.

"My dear, you know that we are grateful and thank you more than you know, right?" Stella's soft body felt his rough and large hands envelop her—like the embrace of a bear, she felt encompassed by his warmth and strong grip.

"Maybe..." His eyes stared into her's their long time as partners now able to feel each other's desires and wants, as they remained motionless, listening to each other's hearts beating. "I... Feel guilt towards you all for changing you and forcing you to become mine."

Alexander placed his forehead against hers, looking into those gleaming azure eyes that fluttered and flickered between aquamarine and blue, her soft lips forming a slight pout then transforming into a smile, "You never forced me to love you from the start, the only thing that you did was make it impossible to betray you."

"Never did I feel the need to love you—at first, I even hated you." Her fingers traced along his chest the various tattoos from the women whom he had given his heart and soul to make happy... She felt he didn't realise that he was the same, unable to discard them, almost forced to spread his heart and affection so thin because of his changes.

"Haha... I remember you first revealing your form and..." He stopped at the moment he almost saw Stella shot by humans and him entering a rage before turning an innocent woman into his Vesta... Not long ago, he learned she quietly died without calling for his help.

"Poppy died... but she no longer hated you when she went... To protect her sisters, she took the blow of stage six and vanished with a brilliant smile.."

A single tear slipped down Alexander's cheek as Stella's soft tongue slid across his face and wiped it away, "Don't mourn for her, my dear..." 

"Why didn't she call for help... I would have saved her." Alexander didn't have anyone to show his weakness to for the longest time—his heart was like an equal rights item, but the depths where he locked his sorrow and regrets. 

Only a select few could see this side of him, and Stella was a woman who understood him better than most. As her eyes closed slowly, fluttering her long black lashes like a fairy, she tried to soothe his soul once more.

"Because we are watching you, always seeing how you fight for us, bleed for us and break apart for us... The times you abandon anything to save a girl you've met once... we see everything like you see us."

'What...? I don't understand...'

"Your face is like you don't seem to understand. Do you remember you told me about your ability to sense us when we are upset, lonely horny, or in danger... that feeling is mutual... I can feel when you are hurting, broken and need our love and support. Poppy hated you so much... but the more she watched you, listened to your heart..."

Soft hands cupped his cheeks, and the feelings recorded by Stella using her powers began to flood into Alexander's heart and mind...

'What is this!? So many... affectionate voices... hearts...'

"I love you, master~ Kya, I finally said it!" He saw a cute blonde girl skipping away before vanishing into mist, replaced by another.

"Lord, thank you for suffering to protect us this long." A voice from a strange girl... the image appearing in his mind was a blue-haired girl with a stoic face... ah... her name was Anna

A warmth, the feeling of worry, wariness and glee... the mere sight of him in the morning while training, being praised for her good work and his hand rubbing her head...

Feelings of Poppy and the two hundred Vesta who perished... all flooded into his heart and soul... as Stella herself became possessed by those feelings, her eyes shimmering with a golden light.

"You broke me at first... killing my lover after he watched you ravish me... Yet the more I saw you, fighting until you were broken, then still to protect a random girl... protect me who shunned and hated you... I will never forget how we met, but in the last moments, I no longer hated you..."

"Like the other crazy bitches, I had fallen in love with you. Is it Stockholm syndrome? Who cares..."

"I saw you jump into a deadly pit, where you stood no chance of survival... and you did that to save me and my new sisters; from that moment, we were your prisoners."

'P...Poppy...'

"They all loved you, and they all forgive you for how we met, so don't mourn their loss—celebrate the girls you allowed a second chance... because they will all return to you one day, no matter the form."

Stella's arms wrapped around his head as the Ghoul Emperor's heart and soul were embraced by the loving arms of two thousand women whom he had saved or given a new path— a sudden feeling of pride replaced his self-hatred and the desire to make them happier and grant those that sought it greater freedom.

Feeling his recovery, Stella whispered into his ear, "Now that your heart and soul are recovering, how about you fix my aching body as a reward? Fufu~ I want to bear your child, and tonight... on your birthday, please allow me to accept you until the end."

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