[CONTENT WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT]
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The reason for Lucia's leave was to retrieve the latest reports from the main tent of the human army.
Now her job was to relay them back to Ashen, while adding her own commentary.
…Though, her dear sister-wife was making that task exponentially harder than it should have been, with the distractingly loud sounds she was making…
"The losses across both theaters were substantial. Around thirty million in the Greed Theater, and twenty million in ours, the Wrath Theater."
The Right Theater had taken heavier casualties during the final push, predictably, given the appearance of a Catastrophe-class being along its corridor. The Left Theater had bled more consistently across the entire engagement, its losses spread wide rather than concentrated, making it harder to determine where the line had thinned most critically, which carried its own administrative complications.
"So fifty million in total…? That's massive," Ashen spoke absentmindedly.
From Lucia's perspective, it was unclear whether he was genuinely reflecting on the losses or whether pleasure was simply melting his brain. Either way, she continued.
"The numbers are indeed large, but don't forget the size of our army. Fifty million out of five hundred million is not as catastrophic as it sounds at first."
"You're right… But you can't neglect that we probably have six more of these Metropolises to go through…" Ashen countered. "If we keep losing soldiers at this pace, then by the time we wipe out the Narkals, there won't be much left of us either."
"That will only be true if not for two particular points."
Lucia's interlocked fingers gently tightened around two of his, as if to emphasize her argument, before she continued.
"One: we are adapting to the Narkal's tricks. And as a direct consequence, our casualties are sharply declining over time. In fact, most of the fifty million deaths were concentrated in the first half of the campaign, and during the final clash to conquer this metropolis."
Gggllluuurrrk!
"Two," Lucia's voice sharpened as she cast an exasperated glance beneath the table, "our soldiers are getting stronger."
"The more they survive, the harder they are to kill. So from here on, things will only improve."
"If they stay the same…" Ashen finished for her.
Lucia nodded in acknowledgment and returned to her report.
"The Third Theater arrives tomorrow," she said, turning a page. "They've been holding supply lines and rotating reserve deployments throughout the campaign, so they're largely fresh."
"Good," came his muffled voice.
"We'll take a minimum of three weeks here before any further advance. The surrounding area still has an active Narkal presence; they'll concentrate on the metropolis once they realize it's been taken. We want those engagements to happen on defensible ground rather than open terrain."
She glanced at the next entry.
"This place will serve as a temporary base for resupply, medical processing, and rotation of exhausted units."
Ashen nodded slowly, his attention already partially elsewhere.
Under the table, Alice pulled off his cock with a wet pop and pressed her face against it like a worshipful pillow.
She kissed the heavy shaft with total devotion, letting her soft lips brush along the length in sluggish, adoring presses. Then she licked every inch with sensual strokes of her tongue, looking up at him with glassy, submissive eyes while her hips rolled backwards.
Her dripping pussy left fresh strands of grool on the floor as she ground her swollen lips against her taut thong.
She opened her puffy lips wide again and sank down, throat bulging visibly as she took him to the hilt.
Ashen grabbed her hair and held her there, cutting off her air. Alice's throat convulsed around him in rhythmic squeezes. Her eyes watered and rolled back, but her ass kept pushing backwards, grinding desperately for friction on her cunt.
He finally came, pumping yet another thick load straight into her stomach. When he released her, she gasped for air, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock, then immediately went back to licking and kissing it.
"..."
"What about Lapis?"
"Still in the reserve corps," Lucia said, eyes fixed on the page. "She's safe. The reserve line hasn't seen direct engagement. But the Third Theater's arrival changes the configuration, and once the next advance begins, the reserve corps will be redistributed, and there's no guarantee she'll come to our theater."
A brief silence.
"Instead of relying on chance, why don't we take matters into our own hands?"
"Hmm?" Lucia tilted her head.
"I have merit."
"Naturally."
"And I probably have quite a lot of it by now, right?"
"A lot…?" She looked at him as if he had been living under a rock, then sighed. "You have the most merit of any active soldier across both theaters, excluding the Sin Lords. Which is, for clarity, a preposterous sentence to say about a fourth-step pathwalker."
She glanced back down at the folder.
"So can I use it to have my way?"
"It depends," she replied. "But if your objective is to have your sister forcibly transferred to your unit, then yes, it can be done."
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"In fact, I was going to suggest it. Merit in our current environment is mostly useless except for things like cutting queues in resource allocation."
"Then I'll leave it to you."
"I'll have her assigned to your unit before the Third Theater's command processes are finalized. She'll be here when they arrive."
"Thanks, love."
Lucia turned the page, running a thumb along the edge out of habit.
"Thank me properly tonight," she said, glancing down, "when your hands are free."
"Sure thing."
"…."
Right after their conversation ended, Ashen's body suddenly stiffened.
Lucia sensed the change through the hand she was still holding and lowered her gaze, as if observing the cause of the situation firsthand.
Alice was going wild.
She just felt him twitch and went feral, sucking faster and sloppier. She pushed her face down until her nose mashed against his groin, then pulled back only to slam forward again.
Drool poured down her chin. She arched her back sharply, thrusting her cum-smeared tits out while her ass pumped backwards in shameless little circles, grinding her clit against the tight, wet fabric of her panties.
Her bound hands twisted behind her back as her lungs burned from lack of air, but she never stopped impaling herself on the pillar before her.
After two hours of being subjected to the best blowjob he'd ever had, Ashen's manhood was becoming extra sensitive, making the urge to cum visit him sooner and sooner, and he never held it back.
Just like now… the moment he felt it, he emptied his balls promptly, flooding her stomach. Her belly started to swell slightly from the added volume.
***
Alice did not know how much time had passed after she bent down and started giving her reward.
Her mind was solely focused on every small change in Ashen's posture. Months of using Echo Surveillance had trained her body to read him perfectly, and she responded exactly as the skill demanded.
Of course, the main culprit behind her current plight was none other than Reward Compulsion.
At first, when the trait forced her to get on her knees and start sucking, she thought that the reward was strangely lacking for the amount and intensity of the orders she had given Ashen.
But as time passed, she had to retract that thought. This was not any kind of blowjob; this was the blowjob.
She never knew that she could make her tongue move in such ways until the trait forced her to, nor did she know that even the deepest parts of her throat could be used for such obscene purposes.
And that was only the start of it. By the second hour, Alice's mind had numbed from pleasure, and her body was left running on autopilot.
So she simply accepted whatever the skill dictated and started deriving pleasure from the humiliating situation and the look of bliss on Ashen's face.
Even after more than two hours, Alice never slowed down. She worshipped his cock like a depraved cumslut, licking the underside, sucking the head hard, then forcing it back down her raw throat.
Her hips rolled constantly now, ass thrusting back as she tried to fuck herself against the pressure of her panties. Her pussy was soaked making the black fabric cling obscenely to her swollen lips.
Reward Compulsion dictated even those little motions, disregarding her will completely and without reservation, which was the particular cruelty of the skill's final trait; it simply overrode the relevant considerations entirely and installed eagerness in their place.
She didn't entirely resent this.
Ashen gripped her hair and forced her all the way down. Her throat bulged obscenely as he cut off her air again. Alice's body shook, tears running down her face, yet her ass continued thrusting back sluttily as he emptied his balls for the third time in the last ten minutes.
As to why she did not resent it… Being put in her proper place after hours of commanding him simply felt satisfying.
Hot cum pumped directly into her throat. Alice swallowed desperately, body quivering as she milked him dry.
The excess of it overflowed from her nostrils and ran in messy white strands down her chin and tits. She stayed impaled until he finished.
She gasped for breath as the cock left her lips with a wet pop, but she immediately returned to licking and kissing his it clean with total submission.
Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately would be a better world here for Alice; that last orgasm was the end of the 'reward' as the skill's hold finally relaxed its grip and allowed her frayed mind to control her body once more.
Alice stayed under the table a moment longer, breathing hard. Then she crawled out with surprising composure. She sat on the floor against the table leg, hands still bound, uniform ruined. Cum glistened on her tits, face, and lips. Her belly showed a slight bulge. Her panties were drenched, and a puddle of her own juices lay beneath where she had knelt.
Despite all this… the two spectators felt a strange dignity radiating from her, no matter how absurd that sounded.
She looked up at Ashen.
He was looking at her with an expression that tried to be neutral and consistently failed at it since she could read him like an open book.
'That's the face he makes when he's supremely satisfied.' Alice concluded. 'And I'm guessing it's not just the physical pleasure that made him feel this way.'
Of course it was not.
Seeing the normally stoic, iron-willed commander who struck terror into all of his one million men casting all grace away and serving him with such submission must've stroked more than just one kink.
Alice obviously did not miss this.
exhaling once. 'Men,' she thought, 'are all the same in the end.'
But then her cum-smeared lips curved into a faint smile as she looked up at him.
'Well, no matter. As long as he enjoys it, I shall indulge him. It's not like I dislike having him manhandle me in such a manner.'
"Baby… are you alright?"
She pressed her thumb to her lip, made the corner of her mouth presentable, and looked up at him properly while ignoring Lucia's curious look from the side.
"It was fun," she said. "By the way, the embodiment of the Mistress of Flesh Automata is complete."
Ashen's eyes widened, "Just like that? We've only done this once."
"And look how much chaos the two of you managed in that one time." Lucia interjected from the side.
"True. I'm at the fifth step now, and I assisted in the elimination of a Catastrophe-class entity, as well as hundreds of thousands of lower-tier Narkals." Alice's expression carried clear satisfaction. "It could even be said those contributions were more mine than yours, since you were under my control at the time."
"If you put it like that… then I guess it's only logical." Ashen nodded reculently, "but I think it's still unfair…"
He, too, had already finished embodying his current step, but due to the trait of the concept of Sloth, he had to wait patiently for it to catch up to his advancement.
"I think you are the last man who should talk about unfairness, mister King of the Battlefield," Alice rolled her eyes.
"Okay, okay… no need to bring that up." Ashen withdrew his complaints and reached out for her.
He pulled her onto his lap and started gently wiping the dried liquids off her skin using his mana. Alice appreciated that he was doing it manually instead of simply slapping a cleaning spell on her. Leaning forward to enjoy his caresses better, she added softly,
"Also… I think I'm ready for my anchor." She paused. "I don't think I can hold the lust back much longer. It's been building for months."
Ashen looked at her for a moment, but Lucia spoke first. "Well, after two hours of that, anyone would be ready, Alice."
Alice turned slightly in her direction and smiled rather seductively. "Maybe… but I think what did it for me was seeing him being so valiant on the frontlines."
"Having millions of people screaming my man's name in gratitude and reverence after he saved them… it just made me so horny…"
"This was just the coup de grâce, you could say." Alice sighed dreamily.
Lucia did not find her turn-ons strange. Instead, she made an almost identical smile and whispered, "That… I understand."
Ashen felt the atmosphere turning strange between the two of them and decided to act as if he hadn't heard any of it.
Then he smiled brightly and said, "Then I guess it's time that I help you find your anchor, dear."
"Hmm~" Alice let her chin rest on his shoulder and whispered hotly beside his ear, "I'm in your hands. Do as you like ꨄ"