In Warhammer Fantasy as my ERP Character

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The sun is starting to set on the horizon and snow starts falling again. Though gentler than the storm that Ulric calls. I watched as the line of elves that chose to leave are escorted by Rivandil, his dragons, and whatever few left still have the strength to bear arms. They are heading west to Marienburg before going by ship to Ulthuan. The news of Eonir fall will spread fast. But winter is here in full. No one will send their armies until after new year

The news of my rise should stop some of the pettiest bickering within the Empire as they gather their army. Though by then, the twin-tailed comet that signals the End Times will arrive and the invasion of Kislev will begin. Here however, the Empire’s Elector Counts at least have mustered some form of force before the invasion begins. Depending on how I play my cards and if I can ally with the Empire, there might be a chance to rescue significant forces from Kislev. The only problem is would the Empire’s army decide to attack me to get rid of unknown variables or not.

Then I looked at Marissith as she addressed the Eonir that stayed. This is where they must play their part. I flew towards them and landed beside her.

“Marissith.” I greet her and nod at the Eonirs who happen to be mostly female. There are of course some of the men who are visibly outraged.

“I know what is expected of us.” She answers

“Not all of them.”

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“The spectacle last night is only to show you what you can expect if you decide to stay. Surely you can’t think that breeding is all I have in mind for all of you.” I said in a mildly offended tone. A hushed concern starts to spread to the gathered Eonirs before Marissith simply looks back and silences them.

“Then what else is expected of us?” Marissith ask as the representative of her people

“Many things. I have much to prepare. Those who can smith shall teach my beastmen. So do your spellsingers, your masons, your architect, etc. I plan to rebuild your capital and fortify it more. But most importantly, what I want is diplomats.”

“Diplomats?” She ask incredulously

“Of course. You think my beastmen have enough patience for that? I would need you elves as our diplomats and perhaps teach my beastmen should any be interested in this kind of thing.” Marissith and the Eonir all silently listened to what I said and began to think. This is certainly new for them as beastmen, like Norscan raiders, are more interested in plunder, raiding, and the worship of the Dark Gods. But I don’t need raiders, I need an Empire that can grow independently from the raiding cycle.

“Why are you doing this?” Marissith finally ask the correct question

“We don’t worship the Four anymore.” I answer truthfully

It was something so inconceivable that I heard some of the elves at the very back saying ‘impossible’

“You are talking about r-” I immediately close Marissith mouth with my hand

“Not yet. Not as long as I and all under my command have not said it yet. They know of this and they are eager to play. My involvement in the fall of your kingdom is simply a game to them and now they are giving me a kind of a head start.” I explain as the shiver that rises when Marissith almost said the R word finally fades. My plan for rebellion is like an open secret at this point. All of the Four knows but no one will do anything about it until it is outright spoken. As everything is just a game to them, they just patiently wait until a new event happens.

“I will repeat since this is important. Do not attempt to say that word again. Unless you want what happened to your kingdom to repeat itself so soon.” I warn Marissith and I trust she will warn her people. On this she nodded. Acknowledging the direness of the problem.

“But well, prepare what I asked for tomorrow. Tonight is still a celebration for my herd.” Then I move to her back and put my hands on her shoulders.

“Now come. You are certainly already looking forward to this.” And I feel Marissith shudder as I push her to my herd’s camp.

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“No. No. wait. It won’t fit!” Marissith, already in nude, tries to wriggle free but in vain. Her head in between my knees with my hand pulling her legs wide and up as Kal line up his massive barbed dick to her pussy

“Don’t worry cousin. It will fit.” I said as Druig is behind me and gripping my hips

Then Kal rams his massive barbed dick into Marissith’s pussy in one powerful slam at the same time as Druig rams him into mine. Marissith mouth opens wide in pain but she can’t scream, her hands gripping my arm as tight as she could. Blood flowing from her pussy. Marissith is a virgin? Kal and Druig begin violently pounding our pussies. Kal’s dick making a bulge from her loin to her belly button from the sheer size of him. Other screams of pain resounded throughout the camp as the other Eonir are also start getting bred. The sound of flesh pounding flesh resounded throughout the camp and the sound of pain slowly turned into whorish moans.

I moan as I squirt in orgasm, showering Marissith’s face with my cum. She moans in shock and pleasure but quickly grits her teeth to stifle her moan again. I see she still wants to take this as a punishment. So I cast a lust spell on her womb. She looks bewildered before her resistance falters and starts moaning in orgasm.

“If you want to suffer, there will be plenty of time for that later. Now just enjoy yourself.” I said in between moans before Druig deliver one last powerful slam. His knot rammed inside, locking us both as he ejaculated his searing hot semen into my womb. Then Marissith screams in orgasm as Kal rams his knot and ejaculates into her womb too.

As we calm our breath and our orgasm subsides, Marissith already moving her hips again. Eager for more. Our eyes met and she immediately looks away and blush. I smiled at the cute response. Then I moan and Marissith scream in orgasm again as Kal and Druig pulls out while their knot still huge within us. We switch partners, Kal fucking me while hugging my thigh while Druig fucks Marissith in mating press position. She screams with every powerful pounding as her body is entirely dwarfed by Druig’s massive stature.