NTR: Barbarian Harem Conquest

The exhausted column of mud-covered barbarians finally marched out of the tree line.

They had survived the sudden storm and the wolf ambushes, and now they approached the tall walls of a settlement surrounded by rolling green plains.

The contrast between the dead woods and the vibrant fields was striking.

[New Area Unlocked: Greenhaven Border Village]

[You have left the No-Life Woods Starting Zone]

Kane read the floating blue text and smiled.

As they drew closer to the main gates, the village guards spotted the approaching army and immediately panicked.

”Barbarians,” a guard on the watchtower screamed, frantically waving his arms at the people below.

”Close the fucking gates! Sound the alarm!”

The warning bell rang, alerting the people.

Dozens of villagers rushed toward the wooden palisade, but instead of running away to hide in their cellars, they grabbed whatever they could find to defend their home.

They began throwing stones, rotten vegetables, and chunks of dirt over the walls.

”Get the hell out of here, you filthy savages!” an old man roared, hurling a spoiled cabbage.

”Go back to your shit-filled woods, you animals!” a woman shrieked, throwing rocks.

’These fuckers.’

The sudden hostility caused Kane’s warriors to lose their temper.

They were already tired, hungry, and irritated from the long march through the rain.

A few young barbarians broke formation and charged the gate with a terrifying battle cry.

They started shoving and hitting the brave villagers who had stepped outside to form a crude blockade.

”Die, you fuckers.”

”Come here bitch!”

The situation turned chaotic fast.

Shouts and curses filled the air as the two sides clashed at the entrance, turning a peaceful day into a violent brawl.

Kane raised his hand and stayed perfectly still on his stolen horse.

He watched the escalating fight with calculating eyes but didn’t order his men to stop right away, letting the brawl continue for a few moments.

’Let them blow off some steam,’ Kane thought, resting his hand casually on his iron battleaxe.

’Fear is a very useful tool when dealing with these border towns. But not too much fear because I need this village intact to serve my long-term plans.’

Suddenly, a red magic circle appeared right beneath the hooves of Kane’s horse. The crimson light expanded rapidly across the grass, forming a complex runic pattern on the ground that locked both the rider and the mount frozen in place.

The magical pressure was intense, forcing Kane to sit stiffly in his saddle.

[Binding Spell: Crimson Restraint activated]

’A mage?’

The fighting at the gate paused as a stunning woman walked out from the crowd of angry villagers.

Two elite female warriors flanked her sides, gripping spears and scanning the barbarian ranks for any sudden movements.

A screen flashed before his eyes.

Name: Greta Thorne

Title: Chief of Greenhaven / Crimson Binder / Border Witch

Age: 36

Race: Human (Mage Bloodline)

Affection Level: Curious Interest (45/100)

Kane’s eyes slowly dragged over Lady Greta Thorne like a predator sizing up its next meal.

She was a fucking masterpiece of a woman.

Long red hair that was slightly loose and messy from the chaos, strands sticking to her sweat-glistened neck and collarbone. Her breasts were massive, overflowing, and clearly straining against the front of her fitted leather and silk top.

The fabric was stretched so tightly across her chest that he could see the outline of her hard nipples pressing through.

Every breath she took made those huge tits rise and fall, threatening to spill out completely.

Sweat trickled slowly down the side of her neck, running along her smooth skin before disappearing into the valley of her cleavage.

Kane’s mouth watered. He wanted to bite that exact spot, sink his teeth into the soft flesh of her neck while he groped those fat tits with both hands.

Fuck... he thought, his cock twitching hard in his pants.

’I want to bury my face between those massive tits and mark that pretty neck until everyone knows she belongs to me.’

Greta noticed where his gaze was locked. Instead of covering herself, she subtly pushed her chest forward, letting her enormous breasts strain even harder against the already tight material.

”Well, well,” Greta smirked, her voice smooth but carrying a very dangerous edge.

”Look what the forest dragged in today. A pack of filthy barbarians led by a big, blood-covered brute. Tell me, savage, do you always walk into other people’s homes with your cock swinging, or is today a special occasion?”

Kane felt the magical restraint holding his limbs tight, but his stats prevented him from feeling any actual pain.

’This bitch is good.’

He just smirked back at her, letting his eyes wander over her impressive figure.

”I prefer to swing my axe first,” he replied, his deep voice calm but filled with lust.

”The cock comes later... after I’ve made the women wet enough to beg for it.”

The blonde warrior standing to Greta’s right narrowed her eyes and tightened her grip on her spear.

”Lady Greta, just say the word, and I’ll cut this arrogant prick’s balls off.”

Greta raised a slender hand to stop her loyal guard; her eyes stayed locked on Kane, showing a clear spark of interest beneath her hostile facade.

”Not yet,” she said, circling him while swaying her wide hips.

”He looks like he might be useful. Tell me, big man... why shouldn’t I burn you and your rabid pack of dogs right here?”

Kane stayed calm and tactical.

He knew what this village needed right now because he had read the game lore a hundred times.

”We don’t want to raid your home,” Kane explained, leaning forward in his saddle as much as the spell allowed.

”Because your village is getting fucked by monsters every night,” he said bluntly.

”Your walls are cracking, your guards look like they haven’t slept in weeks, and your people are terrified. You need strong cocks, I mean, strong fighters. My men will slaughter every beast that comes near your walls.”

Greta stepped closer until she was almost touching his leg. Her voice dropped into a sultry whisper.

”And what payment does a barbarian warlord demand for spreading his strong legs over my village?” She deliberately glanced down at the bulge in his pants.

”Your thick arms? Or that fat barbarian cock I can already see twitching?”

”In return, we want a steady supply of food, a safe place to rest, and information about the northern roads. And maybe a warm bed or two for the nights we spend here.”

Greta laughed softly, a rich sound that echoed over the grass.

She stepped closer until her body was almost touching his legs.

”You barbarians really are direct,” Greta whispered, her breath warm against the breeze.

”Fine. You protect Greenhaven for three days. Keep my people safe, and I might just let you taste what a civilized food feels like.”

Kane let his eyes go wide with obvious lust, drinking in the sight of her beautiful face and impressive figure.

”Deal,” Kane said.

The red magic circle flashed once before fading into nothing. The invisible pressure vanished entirely, and Kane stepped off his horse, towering over the red-haired village chief.

Several blue system messages popped up in his vision.

[Quest Accepted: Protect Greenhaven]

[Temporary Alliance Formed with Lady Greta Thorne]

He turned to his men and shouted, ”Set up camp outside the walls! No one touches a villager unless they attack first!”

Brak nodded and immediately started shouting orders to organize the tents and the supply wagons.

Then he looked back at Greta, his voice low enough for only her to hear.

”Keep that pretty mouth running. The moment your village is safe... I’m bending you over and claiming every hole you’ve got.”

Greta’s cheeks flushed, but she smiled wickedly.

”We’ll see if you’re man enough to try, barbarian.”

Thora and Sira rode up beside Kane, casting jealous glares at the beautiful village chief before heading toward the new campsite.

Kane watched Greta walk back into her village, her hips swaying deliberately with every single step.

’This is far better than raiding,’ Kane thought, a smile forming on his face.

’Plenty of time to fuck once I level up.’