Ghoul King's Harem



Alexander and his army trudged slowly through the thick ice and snow—almost magical how leaving the city of New Haven was like transferring to another world as the sun turned cold and the winds became frigid and bitter.

"How long will it take us to reach the city?" A gentle voice sounded—it was Himari who walked holding Alexander's hand to boost the effectiveness of her warmth spell, a gentle eastern gown all she wore in this horrid snow.

Alex himself, although immune to the cold, felt the chill was irritating as he wore a thick jacket with fur neck and hood.

"Depending on how many of the mutants are frozen in this hellish landscape and how many have thawed enough to fight and move." 

His hand gently gripped hers and the pale fingers of Maria, who walked on the opposite side. Somehow, they had made a system where every half an hour, the girl on the left would switch, and no was Maria's turn with Althea before her.

"However... the cold seems to change them and allow them to evolve more deeply; some of them were far more powerful than normal stage three and four zombies, and most of them are above stage five despite being frozen since the start of the apocalypse."

Alexander remembered fighting that horde because of Brunhild's training style and her will to test him...

Somehow, he worried how much stronger some of those monsters had become remembering Eris, and the intelligence they showed was rather something he feared might take the lives of many of his Vesta.

He feared that this was the last chance to treat them all as something special and unique without losing something once he accepted the offer of Stella's mother to become part of their family.

It sounded stupid, but to him, who started alone, then meeting Mildred, becoming desensitised and distancing himself from the Vesta meant he needed a new path...

One where the women would eventually be free to make their own decisions and choices, and only those he would take care of forever would become Vesta.

Walking through the desolate frozen wastes, these were the thoughts on his mind, as the small comfort of Maria's little warm hand filled his heart with hope.

He hoped that he could become a big enough man to at least comfort the hearts of those he had already put out his hand and touched.

Once we reach the city, I will abandon caring for all of them alone; Stella, Sarah, and Amy have all begun to show me ideas and paths to take for the growing nature of our organisation...

I regret not being able to see each one of them and support and fuel their efforts, but I am but one Ghoul...

My two hands are limited.

[When did you become so weak-willed? Don't forget you have over one hundred Gula Warriors who will be desperate for your body and affection and those knights that even now fight to meet you once again.]

[Alexander, you are not a normal man.]

[At least don't lose heart when you haven't tried to support them.]

[Qilana and that cute dark elf are coming to meet you.]

Can they really come here, though? How will they know I am in this frozen tomb... I worry they will get crushed and fall...

[That queen isn't so weak. She has already retaken her land, crushed her enemy and ALL because you gave them hope, gave them the ability to do so.]

[I will guide them when the time comes—all you need to do is wait with open arms.]

I...

[Or have you forgotten your oath to take me as your woman one day, too? Hahaha, don't limit yourself to human standards.]

[Even if the Gula only lay with you once a full moon, they would be content.]

[Alexander, do not worry; we can endure as long as you keep loving us.]

It was at that moment that Alexander began to feel shameful for his thoughts, as ideas and ways to manage them all were imprinted and burned into his mind by the overzealous Sapphira, who seemed intent on making him a harem king rather than a ghoul king.

The cold path was quiet, with only the crushed ice and snow beneath the three thousand boots sounding as a woman's eyes watched the back of Alexander's fur coat with a sense of anger, longing and confusion.

Her lycan ears flickered as she stood beside her cousin and love rivals Sarah and Carmine.

There is someone I have wronged and need to see... 

All of his contemplating on this cold journey while keeping an eye on the distance for any movement, Alexander took this time to reflect on himself and the women behind him, how he could make them happy and those whom he promised too much and gave too little.

A lamia, lycan, slime and two oni sisters...

Most of all, the Lycan who he tossed aside despite destroying her life.

Her brother was killed by my hand, and I twisted her heart and left her alone because she did not follow my desires...

"Sylvia..."  I think you should take a look at

Alexander's voice was gentle and endearing as the words danced along the frigid gale that brushed along his cheek until a sudden hand wrapped around his.

"Yes, Lord Alexander? I was beginning to think you forgot my name... and existence."

Hearing the nostalgic voice, he turned to face her, the woman who became his enemy because of a strange prophetic dream that led to the death of her brother and a permanent wound in both their hearts.

The first and only woman that Alexander truly violated for the sake of dominating her...

"I could never forget you, nor those beautiful golden eyes."

Sylvia was a beautiful woman—her tanned skin was even more prominent now and caused Alexander to feel she truly had become more and more different from the figure that seemed similar to Sarah.

Tanned flesh, like the hot shimmering sands of a desert kingdom, a caramel tint that reminded him of fond times, while sleek, silky raven hair danced down her back and around her ankles.

A true, feral woman that he wanted to make happy.

"Are you not cold, Sylvia? Wearing nearly nothing with only your velvet fur to protect your crotch?"

"Hahaha, why are you so gentle all of a sudden... Why suddenly make my heart flutter? We were never that kind of pair, right?"

Sylvia had become stronger in both body and mind as Alexander was taken aback by her alluring but resolute smile, a lone female werewolf, her hand grasping his tight, but she showed no weakness or frailty that he saw that night.

Filled with both pride and regret, Alexander could only smile and clench her hand.

"I want to make you into one of my brides when we reach the city, and I take the throne."

"Eh? Are you an idiot? Why can't you just fuck me a few times, and we have a nice little fling going on. Isn't that more interesting for me to get pregnant while being a mere guard or knight, haha?"

"If that makes you satisfied, I will." 

Alexander found her change of mind and maturity to be rather shocking and struggled to compare the black-haired woman grieving and begging for his seed on that day in desperation while full of hatred and now this new woman.

He couldn't feel the hatred anymore...

There was a respectful gaze, one like a warrior sees their war chief, but also a hint of lust and possessive desire still lingered.

After all, I am a lustful man even now after my nymphomania is cured... I want her, no matter what it means.

I want this woman to become mine.

[Just embrace it, accept it. You cannot handle all of them. Sure, three thousand is too many, but how about just the same number as there are days?]

[You cannot let them all go, right?]

Sapphira, why do you know me so well?

Even as one of the women I seek to commit, you still spur me to take more women!

[Fool, I am the one who sees you the deepest after taking my father's place. Do you think there is a mole or molecule on your body I haven't intensely observed.]

[Your bravery when outnumbered, the desperate will to avenge and revive your lost troops]

[I watched the fall of your army and the moment your heart broke.]

[Alexander D.S. Faust I have seen you at your worst, and I am still here. Do not worry, even if you like to sleep with insects and strange beasts from other planets.]

[[I will support you.]

As they were speaking together, a shout came from Brunhild, Maria and Althea, who were patrolling ahead using their wings to avoid the cold ground. 

"Alexander, there is something you should see... and then we need to decide how to deal with it. Otherwise, the consequences could be deadly..."

Alexander's palm squeezed Sylvia's before he unfurled his black and red wings before shot forward to see what caused even his mother to show concern.

A feeling of his future goal, the man and king he wished to be, slowly formed in his heart as he looked down on the women he had protected and brought this far.

It filled him with pride.

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