NTR: Barbarian Harem Conquest

”I want to buy her,” Kane stated, his voice completely flat.

”How much gold?”

The merchant let out a mocking laugh that echoed through the silent square. He clearly did not understand the extreme danger he was standing in.

”A filthy barbarian like you wants my premium stock?” the merchant sneered, puffing out his chest and waving a dismissive hand.

”Know your place, savage. I was joking before. Go buy a cheap local whore. This girl is meant for high lords who actually know how to wash themselves.”

Kane’s patience snapped, but his face remained perfectly still.

”I tried to do this the polite way,” Kane said softly.

He reached out and grabbed the merchant by his collar, lifting the man off the ground with a brutal yank.

Before the merchant could even scream, Kane slammed his other fist directly into the man’s stomach.

Bam.

The impact drove the air out of the merchant’s lungs with a sickening wet crunch.

The three hired guards drew their steel swords, shouting threats.

Kane tossed the gasping merchant into the dirt like a bag of garbage and stepped forward to meet them.

The first guard swung a clumsy overhead strike.

Kane did not even draw his axes. He stepped inside the guard’s reach, caught the man’s wrist, and twisted it sharply until the bone popped.

Crack.

The guard screamed and dropped his sword. Kane followed up with an elbow strike to the guard’s jaw, sending him crashing into the side of the wooden wagon.

The other two guards froze, their eyes darting between the warlord and the dozens of angry barbarians who were suddenly stepping closer with their spears raised.

The sheer intimidation radiating from Kane made them drop their swords right into the ground. They raised their hands in surrender, backing away from the bleeding merchant on the ground.

Kane crouched down beside the merchant, who was clutching his stomach and spitting blood into the ground.

He grabbed a fistful of the man’s hair and pulled his head back.

”I will ask you one more time,” Kane whispered, his voice dangerously low.

”How much gold?”

”Ten...,” the merchant choked out, coughing weakly.

”Ten gold coins. Just take her and let me go.”

Kane reached into his pouch and pulled out ten shiny gold coins. He dropped them onto the floor right next to the merchant’s bleeding face.

”Brak, get the keys and open the cage,” Kane ordered, standing up and wiping his hands on his pants.

”If these men are not out of this village in five minutes, break their legs and throw them to the worms.”

Brak smiled creepily and snatched the iron keys from the merchant’s belt. He unlocked the cage door and pulled it open.

Grieselda stepped out slowly. Her bare feet touched the dirt, but she did not run or thank them.

She just stood there with her dull eyes staring blankly ahead.

Kane decided it was finally time to upgrade his living situation.

He was a leader now, and sleeping in a dusty tent was beneath his new status. He claimed a decent wooden house right near the center of the village.

It previously belonged to a family who had perished in the monster attacks a few weeks ago.

The villagers gladly cleaned it out for him as a sign of respect.

He moved in that afternoon with Thora, Sira, and his new acquisition.

The house had two small rooms, a sturdy roof, and a real bed piled high with fresh furs. It felt significantly better than sleeping on the ground.

That night, just before the scheduled guard patrols started, Kane sat alone on the edge of the large bed in his new private room.

He called Grieselda inside and closed the door behind her, shutting out the noise of the busy camp.

Grieselda stood in the center of the room, her hands resting quietly at her sides.

She wore the same ragged gray dress, and her expression remained totally blank.

”Strip,” he ordered, voice low and rough. ”Slowly. I want to enjoy what I just paid for.”

Grieselda obeyed without a single moment of hesitation or shame.

She reached up and untied the frayed string holding the dress together at the back of her neck. The coarse fabric slipped off her shoulders and pooled around her ankles on the wooden floor.

Kane’s cock twitched hard at the sight.

Holy fuck...

She was breathtaking, had an unnaturally perfect, seductive figure that looked like it was explicitly designed for pleasure.

Her skin was a flawless white without a single blemish. Her long violet-silver hair cascaded down her back, drawing his eyes to extremely wide breeding hips and thick, juicy thighs leading up to a perfectly shaped ass.

But his gaze was immediately drawn to her tits. She had extremely large and heavy breasts that seemed to defy gravity, yet they looked completely natural against her slender frame.

The pale skin stretched beautifully over the generous curves, topped by tight, pink nipples that reacted to the air.

As his eyes traced the soft valley between her breasts, he noticed something highly unusual.

A glowing sigil was branded directly onto her sternum. The mark looked like a shattered halo surrounded by small, intricate runes that pulsed faintly with a warm light.

He didn’t recognize the symbol from his game knowledge, but his Harem Conqueror instinct flared strongly.

There was some powerful energy locked within her.

It was a clear indicator of a Fallen Angel.

Kane stood up from the bed and stepped closer to her.

He reached out and cupped her enormous breasts with both hands, feeling their incredible weight and softness fill his palms.

Squeeze squeeze

”Goddamn,” he growled, squeezing them roughly.

”These fat fucking tits are ridiculous. Look how heavy they are... perfect for a barbarian’s hands.”

He kneaded them aggressively, thumbs circling her stiff nipples before pinching them hard. Grieselda’s breath hitched.

She let out a soft, quiet moan as his thumbs pinched her nipples.

”Nngh,” she breathed, her lips parting slightly.

”You are mine now, Grieselda,” Kane whispered while molesting, leaning in close so she could feel his hot breath against her neck, his tongue slightly licking the sweat.

She remained mostly indifferent, her face a blank mask, but her body betrayed her.

”Ah...”

He squeezed her breasts together, burying his face between them for a moment, licking the soft skin before pulling back.

Kane looked deep into her eyes, trying to find the spark of life he knew was buried somewhere inside her.

”I don’t know what happened to you,” Kane said, his tone shifting from seductive to serious.

”But I can feel the power sleeping right here inside you. I can hear your heartbeat, Grieselda. If you want revenge against the gods who clipped your wings and threw you down here, stick with me. Stay by my side, and I will give you the strength to take back absolutely everything.”

Grieselda blinked slowly.

[Inspect Activated]

[Target: Grieselda]

[Race: Fallen Angel (Sealed)]

[Status: Divine Power Suppressed — 97%]

[Warning: Target’s true level cannot be assessed]

[Current visible power output: negligible]

[Estimated sealed power: immeasurable]

[Harem Conqueror Subclass Reaction: Rare Candidate Detected]

[Compatibility Rating: SSS]

[Note: Bonding with this target may trigger divine consequences]

For the briefest second, a tiny flicker of recognition passed through her eyes before the blank mask slipped back into place.

It was a start.

Before Kane could push the issue further, the loud ringing of the village alarm bell shattered the quiet night.

The Sand Dwellers had returned for their third wave.

Kane grabbed his twin axes and rushed out of the house.

Grieselda followed quietly behind him, standing on the wooden porch to watch the battle unfold.

The attack was swift, but Kane’s forces were more than ready. The mixed squads operated flawlessly, tracking the ground vibrations and trapping the monsters before they could even breach the walls.

Kane fought brutally on the front line, severing heads and claiming the easy experience points.

He stood among the dead worms a short while later, wiping foul blood from his face. He looked back at the porch and saw Grieselda watching him with those unreadable eyes.

Griselda was staring at his soul.

Kane smiled back, wondering just what kind of divine power was truly hidden beneath her beautiful, indifferent shell.