CHAPTER 61: CHAPTER : 61 : WAR WAS COMING!

As the heavy door slammed behind him, the council’s tension broke.

The Ogre King leaned back in his throne of iron and bone, lips curling into a wide grin. His hand shot out suddenly, gripping a woman who had been lingering near, one of the captives brought to serve wine and pour drinks for the generals. She was a human, pale-skinned, full-bodied, with breasts that hung heavy as ripe fruit and hips that swayed as though built for breeding.

She gasped as the Ogre King dragged her onto his lap, his massive hands dwarfing her body. One arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back until her chest pressed against his tusks. His other hand grabbed one of her tits and squeezed and she cried out, legs kicking weakly against his thigh.

The generals exchanged glances but said nothing. They had seen this before.

"Move," the Ogre King growled, his lips brushing the woman’s ear.

And she obeyed, trembling, straddling his lap as his cock pushed up thick and brutal between them. She moaned brokenly, a sound equal parts shame and lust, as he guided her hips down.

Her body jolted, her breasts bouncing wildly as his girth split her. Her cries filled the chamber, echoing against the vaulted stone ceiling.

Around the table, the others followed suit.

The Hobgoblin King, a sly grin curling his scarred lips, rose from his seat and grabbed a slender elf who had been pouring wine near him. Her ears twitched as she froze, but she had no chance to resist. He yanked her by her silver hair, slamming her against the table, her breasts flattening against the food.

"You thought your kind were too good for us, elf-bitch," he sneered, ripping the silk from her body. "Tonight, you learn otherwise."

His cock slammed into her from behind, his claws gripping her shoulders as she wailed. The table rocked, cups spilling, but no one cared.

Other generals, emboldened, seized the women who had been brought to serve them. Flesh slapped against flesh, cries and moans mixing with guttural laughter. The council chamber, built for war strategy, had become an orgy of domination, a twisted theater of power.

The Ogre King thrust hard, every movement shaking the woman on his lap. Her nails dug into his chest, tears streaking her cheeks even as her hips ground against him, her body betraying her with shameful pleasure.

"You hear me, generals?" the king roared above the cacophony, his voice like thunder. "This is what waits for the goblin women once we take their walls. Their woman, their wives, all bent, all screaming, all bred to our seed!"

The woman on his cock moaned louder at his words, her voice cracking, her thighs trembling violently as she came undone against him.

The Hobgoblin King slammed into the elf harder, grinning as she sobbed. "And the men? They’ll dig ditches. They’ll haul stones. They’ll break their backs until their hearts burst. Slaves until the worms take them."

The generals cheered, thrusting faster into their captives, spurred on by the imagery of conquest.

One of the ogre warlords—his tusks broken from old battles—bit the neck of a dark-haired human girl as he pounded her against the wall. Blood dribbled down her collarbone, but her cries only made him rut harder.

Another goblin general laughed as he took two women at once, one straddling his lap while the other knelt between his legs, choking on his cock.

It was chaos and ecstasy, all painted in cruelty.

The Ogre King’s massive hand wrapped around the throat of the woman bouncing on his lap. He squeezed, just enough to cut her moans into gasps, her eyes rolling back as he whispered into her ear.

"Lysandra Grimclaw will kneel here. She will cradle my cock just as you do now. And her father will watch as I breed his daughter beneath my throne."

The generals howled approval, the air thick with sweat, sex, and blood.

The elf under the Hobgoblin King’s weight screamed again as he bent her legs back cruelly, his claws digging into her soft thighs. He panted against her ear, laughing.

"And that Beast Tamer of theirs? We’ll carve his skin off and feed it to the dogs. His women will moan for us instead."

"Slaves for our empire!" one general bellowed, slamming into his captive hard enough to make the table crack.

"Slaves for our cocks!" another added, jerking a trembling goblin girl by the hair as he forced her face down onto him.

The chamber rocked with the sounds of conquest made flesh: moans, screams, grunts, the violent slap of bodies colliding.

The Ogre King thrust upward one last time, roaring, his seed spilling into the sobbing woman on his lap. She collapsed against him, limp, his cum dripping down her thighs.

But he was not finished. His lust was endless, his hunger insatiable. He shoved her aside, standing tall, his cock still wet and hard.

"Bring another!" he commanded, his voice shaking the stone walls.

Two guards dragged forward another captive, a goblin girl this time, small and trembling, her green skin pale under the torchlight.

The Ogre King’s grin widened as he lifted her effortlessly, tossing her onto the table where maps of the Grimclaw Kingdom lay spread. His hand pinned her wrists above her head, his cock pressing against her entrance.

"This... is their future," he growled, loud enough for every general to hear. "Every goblin girl, every princess, every queen. Bred until their wombs know nothing but us."

He slammed into her, the table shuddering beneath them, parchment tearing under her body. Her scream rang out, high and sharp, as he thrust deep.

The generals cheered, voices overlapping, their own thrusts becoming more brutal as the orgy intensified. The Hobgoblin King pulled the elf up by her hair, forcing her to ride him now, her breasts bouncing wildly as he bit down on her ear.

Kin’s muffled shouts echoed faintly from the chambers down the hall—his own violent lust bleeding into the night.

The council chamber had become a cathedral of domination, a place where war and sex, conquest and cruelty, intertwined until there was no separation.

The Ogre King’s thrusts grew faster, harder, the goblin girl’s cries mixing with the generals’ laughter. He raised his tusked face toward the ceiling and roared:

"Tomorrow we march. Tomorrow we break their walls. And tomorrow, every goblin girl is ours!"

The chamber erupted in cheers, moans, screams, and the violent symphony of flesh.

War was coming.

And its promise was painted in sex, blood, and slavery.

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END OF Chapter : 61 : WAR WAS COMING!

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