Al's invasion lasted a long time.
The boy's hands each pressed down on and claimed one of the Paladin's breasts.
Because of the size difference, once Al entered Claudia, it was very difficult to kiss her lips and cheeks again unless she proactively lowered her head. But clearly, the somewhat self-destructive Paladin hadn't reached that level of depraved corruption yet, so Al had to concentrate his firepower primarily on her breasts, constantly kneading and playing with them.
When Al entered her, whether out of pure shyness or a despair so deep she didn't dare face it, the Paladin raised her hands to cover her face. Although Al, pumping away on top of her, didn't like it, he let her escape reality.
After that night, the Paladin could never go back. Her faith in the Goddess had been toyed with, her mind pushed to the brink of shattering. She had been injected with something entirely new and branded with the mark of Al's Everchosen.
With her unit wiped out, the departing wounded would definitely take the news back, meaning the Paladin and the others were now considered legally dead. Coupled with the brand and her lost chastity, even if she could go back, Claudia couldn't think of any explanation she could possibly give.
Although many were captured and held as prisoners in the subsequent battles, and those willing to convert to the Four Mothers became the "minority human faction" within the Beastman tribe, the Paladin had been locked in the tent from beginning to end. Aside from occasionally being taken out by the goat girls or burly Minotaur women to wash, she hadn't seen any other humans besides her two companions.
Her heart was already dead.
What lingered on panting for breath was merely her consciousness and bodily instincts.
"You, you..."
Al panted, withdrawing from the Paladin's body. He stood up, grabbed her hands, and forcefully pulled them apart.
The heavily flushed Paladin's messy blonde hair hung over her chest, soaked with sweat and saliva. She turned her face to the side, her eyes tightly shut.
"Your Goddess has become a lie, and the Church's foolish orders delivered you to me. It seems this is destined—be my..."
Al grabbed the Paladin's wrists, his spear poking into her breast, denting the plump flesh. He turned his head to look at his adoptive mother, the centaur.
At some point, the centaur girl had pulled the goat mom into her arms. While watching Al, she was being intimate with her. Meeting Al's gaze, she nodded slightly.
"Be one of my wives."
Al spoke villainous words with absolute self-righteousness, though his gaze was very serious.
The Paladin turned her face away, continuing to isolate herself.
"Tch, still playing dumb now? Your body's reactions are very honest."
Al grinned and played with the Paladin's breasts a few more times. He wasn't finished yet, and the feeling of pulling out halfway was very uncomfortable.
His dick was about to explode.
But he didn't want to just add an inflatable doll, a walking corpse, to his harem.
Al had to figure out a way to make the Paladin react—whether she gnashed her teeth and glared at him in anger, or stripped naked, did a dogeza, and held the boy's Everchosen spear with an aphrodisiac-fueled face, begging for his "O-chin-chin."
In short, he had to make her "come alive."
Through continuous exploration and probing, Al had roughly figured out what the Reveler's blessing did:
A Charm Aura. The primary targets were those who already held affection for him or submitted to him, and it was easier to form a link with those who had intimate contact with Al. This was a conclusion Al reached after accidentally discovering he could attempt to connect to the Paladin's yellow dot.
It required close-quarters contact. Even seeing Al's true face from a short distance wasn't enough; just knowing he existed wouldn't work.
Applied to his harem, those who liked him, like the centaur girl and the goat mom, would like the boy even more.
It wasn't because his fetish was priests that it went from "adoptive mother" to "adoptive mother's heavy breathing" ()
This ability wasn't coercive; rather, it was an incredibly subtle, gentle transformation like a spring breeze and light rain, capable of exerting influence on members of Al's faction from various angles.
The Bloodmother primarily influenced the army. The All-Knowing Mom's blessing gave Al a cheat code to control the overarching strategic situation. As for the Loving Mother's blessing, its main effect currently manifested as physical robustness?
Incredible recovery and stamina, which incidentally massively boosted his sexual capabilities.
If his head got chopped off, he'd probably still die, but simply having his guts spilled should be something he could endure on his own—Al hadn't tried it, and he didn't know what guro or necrophilia was, and good kids shouldn't search it up either.
And the Reveler's blessing... seemed to be primarily used for the harem?
Not quite...
The boy reached out and pinched the gorgeous woman's chin, turning her face to look at him. He took a breath, put on an evil expression, leaned in close to the Paladin's eyes, tilted his head, and breathed hot air into her eyes, saying:
"If you don't answer... you wouldn't want your companions to come and finish the rest of the job for you, would you?"
Al delivered the threat he had been brewing for a long time. In this instant, the boy truly felt like he had become a villain.
He also remembered how he had blasted his way through all those illusions in the Realm of Ecstasy that tried to sway him, feeling a sense of betrayal toward himself.
Back then, for the sake of free will, Al dared to defy the power of Chaos in that instant, resisting the graced mother who forged him in this life. Later, he arrogantly thought he could single-handedly resist any corruption the Four Mothers might inflict upon him. Thinking back on it now, Al had been so naive!
They didn't need to violently change or twist Al; they just needed to continuously support him.
Sending blessings his way, supporting his development, supporting his expansion;
Delivering beauty, glory, and power to Al's side. When this self-righteous cub was crowned, amidst pools of wine and forests of meat surrounded by beauties of all kinds, he would willingly offer his true heart and filial piety to the Four Mothers.
Even if a hero slays the evil dragon for a moment!
How could he possibly ignore the princess and the treasure!
Al snapped back to reality and bit his own tongue hard, using the sharp pain to temporarily suppress his lust.
The boy stood up straight with his spear, took a few steps back naked, and waved his hand: "Forget it, if you don't want to—mmph!"
The Paladin, whom Al thought had completely given up on herself and closed off like a walking corpse for so long, suddenly lunged forward, pinning the boy to the ground like a female beast hunting its prey!
The hand the centaur girl used to hold the goat mom suddenly stopped, then quickly, as if nothing had happened, she continued to watch this role-reversal play with great interest.
Claudia's legs clamped Al in the middle. Her chained hands pressed down on the boy's upper body, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly.
Her amber pupils carried a hint of madness, her expression slightly feral, as she looked down at the boy from above.
Al was stunned in place by the sudden attack.
The spear beneath him was still standing tall, pressed against the Paladin's abdominal groove, and the traces of their previous pleasure dripped from her lower body onto Al's stomach.
"You, you..."
Al's teeth chattered slightly.
The Paladin's gaze was too fierce, like a female beast driven to a dead end, turning around to fight to the death with the young, relentless hunter pressing her.
Yet she easily pinned the still-immature hunter beneath her, her sharp teeth kissing his tender throat. The hot, metallic scent of blood and saliva dripped onto the boy's face as she looked at his shocked expression, not yet having time to accept the reality that the offensive and defensive roles had reversed.
"Is she... is she going to kill me?"
Numerous thoughts flashed rapidly through Al's mind. Under the terrifying glare of the Paladin, he surprisingly couldn't immediately think of a way to resist and escape.
"Then."
Claudia opened her somewhat hoarse throat, her icy tone desperately suppressing anger and madness.
"As you wish!"
The fierce female beast abruptly lowered her head, almost violently crashing into the boy's face.
With a thud, Al was even more bewildered.
The woman's tongue relentlessly pried open the boy's mouth, wrapping around his tongue.
Her chained hands cradled Al's head between them. Kneeling on both sides, she lifted her body, probed for a moment, found the right position, and sat down.
Feeling his spear enter a warm place, Al's body reacted instinctively, shamelessly starting to move.
Then came another burst of intense pain!
The Paladin sucked Al's tongue into her mouth, holding it, then bit down fiercely! Fortunately, it seemed to be a damage born of venting anger; she didn't actually bite Al's tongue off.
The pain made Al instantly disregard the comfort of little Al. His left hand haphazardly pushed against the Paladin's breasts, while his right hand grabbed her arms, trying to push her away. But with his tongue still held hostage between her teeth, and Claudia's strength exceeding that of an Al not wearing Grim Love, his struggles were futile.
On the contrary, the Paladin's movements became increasingly rough and rapid. The speed of her riding was so fast that Al felt his hip bones ache from the impact. The person pressing down on him was like a motor.
Claudia rained kisses and bite marks down on the boy's face, neck, and chest like a violent storm. Occasionally, she would forcefully press Al's head into her bosom, as if trying to stuff her breasts into his mouth.
The boy was like a small pony being ridden and crushed by a massive cart, caught completely off guard by the rapid assault. Even with his Everchosen constitution, the woman's increasingly frantic attacks forced him to surrender his weapon, and the woman released at almost the exact same time as Al.
Claudia's face showed pleasure mixed with a hint of pain, and within the pain, there was a sense of liberating relief.
The truce didn't last long. Almost as soon as she recovered from the climax, she began pumping again without stopping for a moment. Using her body to bind the boy, he couldn't go anywhere; he could only passively endure and cater to her.
At some point, the centaur girl had stood up in front of the two entangled bodies. She had stripped off all her clothing and was panting heavily. Her eyes were blood-red, almost shooting out fiery flames of lust. Watching the large and small bodies intertwining, she trembled with excitement herself.
The goat mom silently prepared a potential space for them, cleaned up a little, and walked out of the tent to have the servants prepare for a bath in advance.
A young girl with goat-like features ran over, asking the goat mom for instructions. The Imperials had sent a small detachment, hoping for an audience with the Beastlord to discuss the joint extermination of the Greenskins in the wilderness.
The goat mom thought for a moment, then told the goat girl to take the Shaman to talk to the Imperials. She told them not to refuse directly, nor agree directly—to stall the humans until Al was finished before making a decision.
The goat girl received the order and left. She was one of Al's first batch of scions, though her growth and performance weren't as outstanding as the Four Children, so Al kept her by his side, following the little father to conquer outside the forest.
Al didn't bring the second batch of scions that had already been born, nor the third batch that was currently being born or about to be born. He left them to follow the Four Children in expanding through the forest.