Ghoul King's Harem
Chapter 58 58: Rikala Of The Brutablis Tribe!

Stella's body was delighted; her little bat wings flapped intently as she shot towards Alex. The moment he entered her eyes, there was no acting coy; her body flung like a bullet from a gun as she leapt into his chest.

"Alex!!!! I won!"

She wrapped herself around him and hugged him tightly with the biggest grin ever. "I win! You can't beat me now. Hehehe~ give me praise! Mnnnn!" She laughed happily at this victory over a horrible enemy who could never be beaten without him underestimating her. He smiled, too, as she began to rain kisses on his face, her clear excitement causing her to become frisky and seek his touch.

He put one hand between her legs, but Stella took it in hers gently and pushed it off. "No! Not yet. We go slow." A little pout appeared on her lips as she looked up at him. "Please? I feel so good right now. Please?" With those words, she kissed his cheek, then another along his neck. "You're not allowed to touch..."

Alex gave a wry smile, but the fact she reacted so differently was much better than her previous attitude; a soft sound came from her pink lips as she hugged onto his back, sliding her fingers along his muscles, "yet.... not yet....ok?"

Stella wasn't that dense; she knew her feelings were changing, whether due to the blood or not, spending time with Alex and doing this crazy thing that she would never have done before. Why wouldn't she grow to like him? Although she wouldn't call it love, she wanted to spend more time with him and see more of this ending world's final offerings before the grand finale together with him.

'This girl... If I had known she was so interesting, maybe I never would have dated Amy...' Alex thought as he looked towards the portal, the slight anger on the scary Vamuran female face now gone. Instead, she was escorting a female warrior like her. She was quite tall, with two blades where her arms should be and an insect-like carapace around her body.

Alex realized that woman must be his opponent to decide if he could become a mercenary; a sense of delight filled his body; subconsciously, his hands began to caress Stella, whose guard became weaker, enjoying his rough hands stroking and cupping around her breasts, the shadow mantle allowing his fingers and palms to penetrate, sending an amplified pleasure down her body easily.

"Mm..." Stella moaned softly, feeling his rough fingers across her warm pale flesh, squishing her heavy, swaying tits with his excitement, the sensation reminding her of how much she loved him, her desire for him, her need to please him.

A deep breath later, they kissed again, tongues swirling around each other like lovers. It felt natural and sensual like the last few days had never happened. Her mind couldn't remember anything but his touch, voice, and even what she ate yesterday or the day before. All was forgotten as if in a haze of blissful unconsciousness.

His mouth moved from hers slowly, only to replace her cheek, while his hands slid down her back and found her ass, which he grabbed firmly. His fingers massaged her rear, drawing out a soft moan from her throat; her tail was writhing behind her, twitching in time with his fingers as Alex teased her.

Then suddenly, he stopped, and her pleasure faded almost instantly, causing her to want more, wanting to ask him to continue, go further, despite normally wanting to avoid this bastard and his sneaky hands.

'Why am I so perverted!? He's going to corrupt me like this so slowly.... sensually....'

Stella watched as Alex moved away, approaching two other women, a strange sensation in her chest as both women caused her an acute feeling of danger, almost making her back away in fear as that damn receptionist glared at her with hateful eyes.

'Hmph... He likes me most!' I don't care if you look angry...

Alex moved within 8 yards of the two females, one that now had to help him for a prolonged period but hadn't given up on capturing him like her prey, and then his face turned to the other woman... She was more like a warrior, proud and looked at him with respectful eyes, no lust or hidden desire.

"Hello, my name is Rikala, warrior of the Brutablis Tribe! I am here to assess your strength! If you can survive more than 5 minutes or make me use more than 1% of my power, I will accept defeat!"

'Hmmm?' Alex lifted his eyebrows but remembered someone who ranked in the top 100 of this local area; this woman was in the top 50 and probably very powerful when he was in the thousands.

"A fair exchange...." His words slipped out, causing the strange eyes a mixture of countless golden sections, a beautiful set of compound eyes just like a beetle would, but her vision seemed to be far more impressive; something deep inside him gave him a grave warning that those blades were more like a mantis than a slow beetle.

Rikala was like a brutal mixture of a praying mantis and a Hercules beetle.

The female warrior stood tall and imposing, commanding on the edge of the arena; after her greeting, she stepped forward, with a beautiful posture, before leaping into the arena in silence, walking to the centre and waiting.

Her form was familiar and alien, as though nature had crafted her for war. Her arms had been replaced with two gleaming blades that shimmered in the light, their edges honed to deadly perfection.

With a truly otherworldly appearance and tall height, she was filled with a noble spirit, standing head and shoulders above most of her fellow warriors. Her body was toned and lean, with visible muscles rippling beneath the surface of her insect-like carapace.

The carapace was a wonder to behold, shimmering in the light like a rainbow made of steel. Its surface was smooth and unbroken, except for the intricate patterns etched into it, which seemed to shift and change as she moved.

Rikala's carapace was a mixture of metallic shades, ranging from bright silver to deep bronze, with hints of blue and green that seemed to glow in the sunlight.

Her blades were equally remarkable, shining with an almost blinding, deadly brilliance. They were long and slender, with razor-sharp edges that gleamed in the light. The hilts of the blades were wrapped in soft leather created with her skin that had been worn smooth from use, and the outside of the blades was adorned with small gemstones that sparkled in the light.

Despite her fearsome appearance, there was a certain grace to her movements, as though a master artist had sculpted her to move with power and beauty.

Her hair was a mane of jet-black, falling in a sleek cascade down her back, and her eyes were a deep amber, reflecting both the heat of battle and the cool intelligence of a seasoned warrior.

Despite her formidable appearance, the warrior moved with a fluid grace that belied her size and strength.

Her eyes shone with fierce intelligence and determination like she had been bred for battle and trained for war. She was a true master of her craft, and her movements were a deadly dance that left her foes reeling.

"Oh my? Do you want to bang Rikala as well? Are all of us weird girls to your liking? You big pervert, fufu~ loverboy, do you want to make another bet? Same as before, but I extend it to the third wave. But I have to say, even after the third wave... I can barely protect them; after that, we're all fucked, haha!"

A hand suddenly slipped inside his pants; before he could even react, or rather before his eyes and body realized she moved, her hand slowly stroked along his half-erect member, causing a dull sensation to wash over him.

"Hmm... I know it's nothing compared to the others you've seen, but for someone like you who loves this kind of thing, don't worry. Even if you lose, you'll still enjoy a lot."

Another hand joined the first, stroking his cock as she whispered in his ear. "Promise? Just for me?"

She had cast a spell upon him as his mind went blank, and his dick grew harder under her hands.

Alex was about to nod at her when Rikala ordered him, "Don't flirt! Let's Fight!"

Alex snapped out of his daze and immediately felt a surge of energy rush through his body as he kicked off the ground and then soared in the air, breaking free of her strange mental enchantment, Stella's little lips changing from a pout to a smile when she saw the woman was rejected, her little succubus body was hiding around 50 yards away, making sure she was safe first, as that receptionist truly terrified her now.

Rikala shook her head before speaking with a softer, more gentle voice.

"You should be careful; that woman is very vicious and might eat you even if you have a deal... that thing... can you please put that huge thing away? Its thick and musky scent is triggering my mating pheromones... It's a bother."

His confused face took a moment to think, then looked down; his towering rod stood in the air, filled with a thick and powerful sense of defiance as if to say, "I shall conquer even the gods!"

But now wasn't the time for such folly; his body stepped apart from Rikala, who was very honourable compared to that woman; Alex half expected some strange gamble from her too, thankfully he could slowly sort himself out, waiting for it to go soft and tucking the little fellow inside his boxers nice and safe.

"Uhm... Can we fight?" He said seriously, looking at the woman with her second pair of arms crossed.

Rikala nodded with a wide smile, "Of course! Everyone knows us, even those from the Great Forest, as the most feared warriors ever to live! As I told you earlier, the Brutablis Tribe has a reputation for being able to defeat anyone in the area. Now, let's show these fools just how strong we are!"

'She's a bit blunt and only speaks like a warrior, but I replace her cute... What does her naked body look like under that powerful carapace?' Alex thought, the large nodachi not available, so he took a fighting stance, his arms raised high, feet slowly bouncing with quiet taps to build momentum.

"Ah, let's fight; my name is Alexander Faust, the man to one day completely defeat you!"

Alex stepped forwards, his feet landing on the arena floor with the same stride that he would take against anyone else; there was no sense of fear or pressure, only a desire to fight building within his chest, this woman like the Zombie Ghast, ignited pleasure and the will to fight, unlike Valuleala who just caused a sense of terror to him.

"GOOD WORDS, LITTLE MAN!!"

Rikala's roar wasn't of anger or displeasure; instead, her body began to blow powerful air from her body, like a steam engine, as her shoulders cracked.