Al lay buried in Goat Mom's embrace. With the continuous movements of his body, Goat Mom's arms holding him and her legs clamping him grew tighter and tighter.
After a sustained thrust and kiss, Goat Mom let out a very pleasant cry and reached her second climax. Al continued thrusting for a while longer before relaxing and returning the white essence to Goat Mom.
Al hugged Goat Mom and enjoyed the afterglow for a moment before withdrawing from her warm body. He stood up, his little Al still spirited and proudly erect in front of him.
He looked at Claudia. The holy knight, bound by chains, was hugging her knees and burying her face in them to escape the outside world.
Ever since that night, Al felt his own needs had grown larger. Before, lying in Goat Mom's arms and doing intimate activities was fine, but now he would unconsciously start thrusting into Goat Mom if he wasn't careful.
Al was certain that behind the forbidden pleasure of that night, Reveler Mom must have hidden something from him. This made Al very vigilant. Although the holy knight was right beside him and he could grab her at any time to continue tasting this mature virgin's healthy, strong body, Al chose to restrain himself.
He simply increased the number of times he cuddled with Goat Mom.
The centaur girl had also become more proactive lately, hinting several times that the little boy could try riding the big mare.
But because of the huge size difference, Al weighed his options and felt it was still better to wait until he was a bit bigger. His interactions with the mare were still limited to grinding, biting, breast massage, etc. He would also serve the mare together with Goat Mom.
However, Alina's mood was clearly not very lively, and her needs had also increased. Recently the number of times she proactively grabbed Al for intimate games had also risen, making Al somewhat afraid that one day the centaur girl would force herself on him. The current Eternal Champion could not overpower the Bloodmother's Chosen.
Being overpowered and taken by his own subordinate… the career of the Eternal Champion would be ruined…
Perhaps in some timeline, as the journey continued and Al gained more and more big sisters, he neglected the centaur Alina who had accompanied him from the beginning "as mother and wife." The blackened centaur girl launched a great rebellion, seized control of the tribe, and imprisoned Al as a mascot and onahole.
Locked in a specially made device, he would be force-fed by the blackened centaur girl every day, then put into the machine, his entire body bound, with only his little Al exposed. The mare only needed to align her hips and back up to swallow the Chosen's spear and begin mating.
Living like that several times a day, occasionally ten times, and sometimes forced to do cosplay, treated as a toy by the blackened mare — sometimes as a child being nursed, sometimes as a husband from whom she demanded…
His harem big sisters would either have their beautiful heads brought back by the centaur girl, preserved, and made into exquisite skull thrones displayed in the camp. Every day they would be forced to watch Al being pressed down or held in the mare's arms, doing this and that, or submitting to the blackened mare and becoming seasoning and garnish in her and Al's eternal, wonderful life.
And the New Four Gods, for some dark reason — perhaps to make controlling Al's mind easier — also approved of the blackened centaur girl's behavior. Al would completely become the Four Gods' and the mare's living weapon, his greatest mission being to mate and produce countless offspring carrying his bloodline with Chaos resistance as warriors for the New Four Gods…
"I will never leave you, Mommy."
Al hugged the mare from behind, kissed her back, and declared seriously.
"Never! Even if the mountains collapse, the seas evaporate, eternity decays, and heaven and earth reverse!"
The mare, suddenly attacked by such deep affection and feeling both shy yet extremely sweet, put on her parental air, pulled the boy into her arms, and after the usual demand for lips and tongue, her hand slid down to gently stroke and knead little Al.
The mare's beautiful face was slightly flushed. Since they had not yet reached the final step, she pretended to be calm and asked, "Do you want it again?"
"No, it's still a bit too early. Wait until I…" Al got down from her, compared his current height — it reached roughly to the mare's navel.
"Wait until I grow this tall." Al raised his hand and cupped the firm breasts. The mare could only nod regretfully.
Although Al's growth had slowed down compared to the very beginning, it was still much faster than a normal human's. If one day the Four Gods bestowed another blessing, they might also increase his size along with it.
After all, among Chaos followers, large size and some grotesque features were the mainstream, although the New Four Gods were more orderly.
Alina silently prayed in her heart, hoping the Bloodmother would quickly make her foster son taller.
And Al, having nothing to do, went to check on the growth of the offspring again. Their growth rate was now slower than Al's had been at the beginning, but they would continue growing until adulthood. The process would probably take one to two years.
That should be enough time for a massive Waaaaagh — especially since the Estalians' goddess was in trouble and it would be hard for them to resolve it in a short time. If they were really useless, it might even recreate the consequences of being destroyed and annexed by the most famous Sultan of Araby, "Jaffar."
The best case would be if the Bretonnian neighbors and the elves on the Isle of Avelorn sent reinforcements. From decision to departure to arrival would still take quite some time.
It would not end in less than two or three years. And cleaning up the scattered greenskin warbands left after a defeated greenskin Waaaaagh army would take even more years of continuous effort.
Al did not plan to enter the stage too early. In his plan, the best result was to annex the entire territory of Estalia and at least achieve preliminary trust and cooperation with the Estalians, making use of their manpower and resources.
And not be overthrown by foreign intervention forces that could appear at any time.
That way, possessing a kingdom plus the taming of monsters and utilization of various resources, he could build a vast, elite army and force capable of at least adding several weights to the scales of the End Times.
And this had a prerequisite:
Estalia's main forces must be destroyed by greenskins or other enemies, not by Al's forces.
Once blood feuds were carved, they would not be easily erased.
His impression among the forces of Order would also be nothing more than a scheming and ambitious figure who might be slightly better (at least Al didn't drink blood or have a skull head).
Sandwiched between the common hostility of both Order and Chaos, having to defend against attacks from both sides at the same time, how could he talk about saving the world in the End Times?
So the greenskins needed to hold strong!
But not too strong.
Now he needed to go to the human world to scout the actual situation.
After thinking for a moment, Al realized that in his tribe, only the Shepherd believers seemed suitable for this kind of mission.
Even Alina, after prolonged contact with him, had an increasingly thick Chaos aura that stood out like a lighthouse in the night in the wild. Estalia might be tolerant, but it had not yet reached the point where Chaos followers could openly walk in broad daylight.
Of course Al did not know this judgment was wrong. Not only could they walk openly in broad daylight, they could even be worshipped by believers and engage in erotic play with nuns.
"Speaking of which, there are still some captives we brought back earlier, right?"
So Al went to find the White Tower female mage, follower of the All-Knowing Mom, Kalien, who had set up a tent in a remote corner of the tribe and was doing who-knows-what.
The White Tower produces Tzeentch, the Church produces Slaanesh, doctors produce Nurgle, legions produce Khorne.
Wonderful.
The female mage still had an indifferent expression. Except for their first meeting and the confrontation with the holy knight, it was rare to see any expression on her face. She seemed to have a rather cold (or perhaps tsundere?) personality.
"Fiona is a huntress's daughter raised by Wood Elves. Her personality should be quite solitary and cold, but she values companionship and emotions. If you threaten her with her companions, even making her your living weapon should be quite easy."
"Swordsman Ann is the same, but this one has a stronger personality and, being a mercenary, has the habit of gambling and taking risks. Even if you make her your sex slave, you must prevent her from seizing an opportunity to betray you, or thinking there is no hope and deciding to take you down with her — for example, biting off your xx."
"Nun Elia is kind and naïve. On the contrary, she is the easiest one to convert. As long as you forcibly take her and transmit the teachings of the New Gods to her, it will be very easy to turn her into your nun."
The female mage spoke seriously about a large pile of things. Al felt something was off.
Why was everything heading toward ooxx, training, and corruption?
I am the Eternal Champion, not a Slaanesh follower!
Damn it!
"What about you?"
Al asked curiously.
The female mage was silent for a moment. Her expression became somewhat difficult, as if she had already anticipated this and found it hard to speak.
"My body is part of the All-Knowing One's plan. If you need it, I can help you train the four women, or go to human cities to find other targets for you."
"If…" The female mage pursed her lips. "If you really need it, please try not to make a mess everywhere or do it too many times… Your aura is very difficult to conceal. I will easily be exposed."
"Alright, alright, alright! Pretend I never asked."
Al waved his hands repeatedly and went straight to the point. "Asking about them was mainly to see if we can recruit them to work for me and gather intelligence on Estalia. Do you have any other methods?"
"The Ranald cultists and the Scholar Council." The female mage nodded and gave two terms. "After the God of Thieves disappeared in the Great War, the Black Purge launched by Emperor Justinian executed or exiled these people from the Empire. Some went to the New World, some to Bretonnia and the Badlands, and some fled to the Southern Kingdoms and merged with the local Ranald believers."
"They have always been viewed with hostility by the Myrmidia Church and the city nobility, but there has been no direct order for expulsion. Because their god has vanished, they live in great difficulty and their organization is on the verge of dissolution. As long as there is gold, they are willing to do anything."
"As for the Scholar Council…"
The female mage looked at Al, her red lips parting slightly. "They are believers of the All-Knowing One."
Sure enough, Chaos corruption was everywhere.
Al became excited. Now he had guides!