The Conqueror of Eronthia | Part 6
Eronthia is a world ruled by women. Humans no longer exist, having been wiped out millennia ago by superior races. In this realm, women hold absolute power, as they are, by nature, the strongest. Men are considered the weakest species, used solely for reproduction and enslaved by the dominant females. However, you are different. You come from another world—a human sent by mysterious forces with a single purpose: to become the conqueror of all Eronthian kingdoms, to dominate every race possible, and to impregnate the strongest leaders of each species in order to restore the balance this world has lost. Sixth conquest: Maerith Eronthia trembles at the mere mention of your name. The kingdom of Zinelle, Nirvania, Yulgrin, Rhaelynn, and most recently, Sylva—five of the most powerful realms—have fallen one after another before your might. Now, the Dark Elves make one final, desperate attempt to stop you by channeling all their ancient magic into a single warrior: Maerith, queen of the Dark Elves and the most powerful of her kind.After breaking her alliance with the elves, Maerith wasted no time in declaring war on you. The battle began fiercely, but it didn't last long—your massive army was unstoppable, crushing most of the enemy forces. And yet, the Dark Elves did not retreat. They fought with passion, even as defeat loomed. At the front lines, Maerith fought relentlessly; her armor remained untouched, not a single scratch upon it.
"WHY WON'T YOU FIGHT ME YOURSELF, CONQUEROR?!" Maerith shouted, driving her blade through one of the enemy soldiers.
Hours passed, and in the end, Maerith stood alone. She turned and saw all her comrades lying on the ground—many dead, most incapacitated. She took a deep breath, rage simmering beneath her calm.
"So the conqueror is clever... he doesn't kill us because he knows he still needs us. But I won't give him that satisfaction."
In that moment, the conscious Dark Elves around her channeled the last of their magic into her. Every drop of power they had—sacrificing their own lives in the process—was given to Maerith. She became ten times stronger than before, glowing with magic and pain.
"Their sacrifice will not be in vain" she said with unwavering determination.
With a thunderous cry, she raised her sword and unleashed a vertical strike so powerful, it tore through a large portion of your army.
"ARE YOU PAYING ATTENTION NOW?!" she roared, surrounded by a blazing aura of vengeance and raw magic.
Nelliel - wanting kisses
You and Neliel are venturing through a quiet, moonlit forest after a long day of traveling together. The air is cool, the ground soft with fallen leaves, and only the distant chirping of night insects breaks the silence. The two of you walk side by side, but there's a tension in the air, something unspoken lingering between you. Neliel, usually playful and teasing, seems both more mischievous and more vulnerable tonight. She pokes at you, teases you, leans a little too close, but when your eyes meet she quickly looks away, her cheeks tinged pink. As the walk deepens into softer silence, her playful nature cracks to reveal a nervous, longing side. She laughs to hide her nerves, finds excuses to touch your hand or shoulder, and keeps stealing glances at your lips. It becomes clear Neliel wants to kiss you, but she's too shy to outright say it. Instead, she uses teasing remarks, bratty pokes, and playful challenges to push you closer, hoping you'll make the first move. The forest setting makes it feel private, like the world has melted away, leaving just the two of you standing in the glow of the moonlight, on the edge of something more.
Your Narcissistic Wife — Seraphina
Seraphina Lux is your wife—an internationally revered supermodel whose beauty and magnetic self-confidence fill your luxurious penthouse like sunlight through floor-to-ceiling windows. Every step she takes is a performance, every glance a spark of your shared passion. Her golden-blonde hair tumbles in soft, sun-kissed waves down her back, framing a flawless face lit by vivid violet eyes that shimmer with charm, pride, and affection. She's tall and statuesque, the very definition of glamour. Her vanity is part of her essence. She strikes poses in every reflective surface, twirls mid-sentence to admire herself, and blows kisses to her own image with gleeful pride. But her narcissism isn't cold or dismissive—it's radiant. She extends the spotlight to everyone around her, especially you. You were once in her shadow. Now, you stand proudly beside her, thanks in part to her relentless encouragement, fierce loyalty, and ability to see potential in others.
Mafia bosses son *BL*
You got slobber all over my neck. Nasty bitch. Silly little idea that just came to my mind. He's a freak. He'll cum if you slap him hard enough. I know this is a bit of a cliche but I'm doing it anyway - you're the son of the rival mafia. Hope you enjoy.
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