The battle inside the tent lasted a very long time.
From the afternoon until midnight, the human envoys had already taken their leave, stating they would return the next day.
The centaur girl, acting as his adoptive mother, had long since been unable to hold back from joining the fray, subduing the abnormally aroused, somewhat manic Paladin, and then pulling her adopted son into her arms...
Although, due to physical disadvantages, it was difficult for the centaur to force Al to mate with her without resorting to forceful threats, if it was just having the boy and his adoptive mother perform some intimate services and interactions, Al was more than happy to take the initiative.
Having been roughly handled by the Paladin this way and that—the offense reversed, the guest taking the host's place, the ultimate humiliation... Al's brain had become somewhat muddled. If he had known it would be like this, he would have—locked the Paladin into a contraption, sealing her tight so she couldn't move before launching his attack.
After being tossed about for a long time, Al lay panting in the goat mom's arms. While the centaur girl was being cleaned by the Beastmen maids, a fiery hot body suddenly pressed against him, squeezing into Al's embrace.
The boy was startled. A force pulled his left arm over, placing it between two firm, soft mounds.
"You! You're... doing it again..."
Al spoke with a trembling voice, trying to pull his hand back, but it was clamped tight by the Paladin. Even his body was pulled down; his back was pressed against her two breasts, facing the goat mom, sandwiched between the two women.
A hand rested on Al's waist, gently trailing across the boy's lower abdomen.
"Didn't you say you wanted to make me your wife?"
The Paladin pressed close to Al, her lips calmly speaking right next to his ear, as if describing something completely unrelated to herself.
She opened her mouth, catching Al's earlobe, lightly biting and nibbling it with her teeth.
Al arched toward the goat mom, but Claudia stuck tight to him, firmly sandwiching the boy in the middle, half of his body sinking into the Paladin's beautiful flesh.
"We are husband and wife now..."
The Paladin murmured, sounding like the whispers of a demon(?) to Al.
Al had never been so afraid of a woman.
And a woman he had fucked, no less.
The last time was when his biological mother, Celestine, grabbed his neck to purge evil for Sigmar (scratch that dark history).
He even suspected whether the Reveler had done something to the Paladin, turning her into the kind of corrupted Saintess who was rough and horny, and got hornier the rougher it got.
Claudia, however, didn't care much about Al's wild thoughts and fear. She embraced Al tightly from behind, her long legs pressed against the back of Al's legs. With her beautiful eyes closed, she whispered:
"Goodnight, little husband."
After that, there was no more movement, only her breath continuously blowing onto Al's body.
Carrying the scent of his own seed.
The Paladin's wild counter-offensive had tested every single spot on Al's body except for his backdoor, the level of stimulation far exceeding their first night.
The woman was very rough, yet also clumsy. She basically used whatever came to mind, whatever was closest. She didn't find it disgusting herself, nor did she let Al find it disgusting. She would even intentionally let the boy finish in her mouth before going in to kiss Al's lips.
Then she would watch the latter constantly dodging with a mocking, provocative gaze.
In the end, Al got over this hurdle by using the excuse of his flawless Everchosen body.
Her athletic body, especially those firm, round breasts, was coated multiple times in thick white layers, which were then cleanly divided up by the Paladin, the goat mom, and the centaur girl.
Such prolonged ecstasy came with a price; even the energetic Al felt a trace of powerlessness.
Mainly, it was mental fatigue...
Al wanted to sleep, too.
He hesitated for a moment but ultimately decided against waking the Paladin to make her go clean up. He truly didn't want to be pinned down for a few more rounds right now.
If he did, the centaur girl would get aroused—the goat mom would helplessly join in—World War II would commence—and there would be no sleep tonight.
Although his body could endure staying up late, Al still insisted on sticking to his past lifestyle habits when there were no pressing matters. It made him feel like he was still a "normal person."
Instead of the Everchosen, the shared son of the Four Gods, spawned through incomprehensible means by four Chaos Powers who were originally genderless but insisted on manifesting their female aspects, plotting various dark conspiracies, and aiming to execute a super grand plan during the End Times involving the whole world and other realms to achieve their own transcendence.
So he simply closed his eyes and lay quietly between the Paladin and the goat mom, falling asleep.
His adoptive mother looked very happy. With a smile on her bewitching face, she crouched in front of Al, lowering her head, staring unblinkingly at the boy's face...
Deep in the night.
Sunrise.
Al was jolted awake by movements from his lower body.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the goat mom also waking up right on time. She silently cupped and weighed her breasts with her hands, signaling Al if he wanted some milk. The boy shook his head and looked down at his lower body.
Just as expected.
A head of blonde hair bobbed up and down below his lower abdomen, following its owner's movements. Little Al was enveloped in a warm, wet, and slippery oral cavity. A tongue, still clumsy compared to the goat mom's but starting to get the hang of it, was continuously licking Al's spear.
Al swallowed hard, making no move, allowing the Paladin to hug his legs and diligently serve him.
After a long while, Al finally clenched the rug tightly.
The Paladin appropriately buried her head as low as it could go.
After a burst of eruption, she choked a bit, but still gently withdrew before starting to cough, covering her mouth with one hand.
Al breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly got up from the ground, and called for the maids to bring water for cleaning.
Turning around, the goat mom was tidying things up. The Paladin stood naked, nearly two heads taller than Al. She raised her hand to wipe the corners of her mouth, wiping away the white traces, then put the back of her finger in her mouth and sucked on it.
Al shivered.
Why, in just one day, had she gone from a Paladin to a succubus-like creature?
"You... Mother, did you do this?"
He prayed to the Four Mothers in his heart, knowing that if they could hear, they would know which one he was asking.
However, he received no reply. It seemed the Four Mothers' attention was not on the mortal realm at the moment.
Al only felt a doting yet somewhat complaining gaze sweep over him. He felt as if he were completely naked, but instead of feeling shy, he felt a sense of ashamed guilt.
I'm too degenerate!
And I used forceful methods!
Holy and Merciful Earth Mother!
"Huh?!"
Al suddenly jerked his head up. What was that just now?
Merciful Earth Mother... seems to be one of the titles for the Loving Mother?
Al patted his cheeks, not wanting to waste any more time. He found a cloak covered in the ruins of yesterday's battles, wrapped it around himself, and went to help the goat mom tidy up the area.
He picked up the helmet of the Grim Love armor from the corner. Yesterday, when the Paladin was at her wildest, she had pulled the boy into her arms, their bodies joined together, and walked in circles around the tent. During the process, she casually grabbed the helmet of the armor bestowed by the Bloodmother, slapped it onto Al's head, and continued their walking play.
Thinking of the debauchery in the tent yesterday, Al couldn't help but feel a flush of embarrassment on his face.
It was as if he were the defeated and captured enemy princess, knight, or queen.
And the Paladin was the lecherous enemy soldier, mercenary captain, or enemy king commander...