After having found out what to do to mass-produce powerful warriors, he needed to find that—his empire was growing very quickly, and manpower was, in fact, needed. For fuck's sake, the distance of the western territory, which is the one Belial is in charge of, is the size of a fucking country.
Not just any country—shit is the size of Mexico. And if we look at all the territory under Starrk—since Sins are kinda under Horsemen, i.e., the closest to them, so like Wrath would be under the Horseman of War and so on...
Don't ask too many questions.
Starrk had to manage some shit the size of Russia if we take all of the territory there, and there were a lot of zones without anyone there to be their leader. You know what? Fuck it—his kids will have those.
He doesn't care anymore. So much land... the wet dream of every colonial.
Let's not even talk about the estate he has in the human world. He practically owns several countries. The shit some people do for a longer lifespan.
Tuff.
Gabriel was taken out of his stupor when he felt a kiss on his Adam's apple. His gaze lowered to reveal quite a teasing snake, sitting there quite seductively, as if his lap was her birthright.
Her jade-green eyes glittered with teasing mischief, that perfect, aloof elegance curling around her voice as she leaned closer, lips grazing his neck—
"Come on, don't be like this," she teased, her voice soft and very much temptatious. Truly, she knew how to push his buttons.
He gave the woman a hickey.
She gasped softly when his lips latched onto her collarbone—gentle at first, then deep enough to leave a reddish-purple hickey that contrasted beautifully against her pale skin. Her moan was barely restrained, a honeyed note that vibrated in his chest.
"Mmn... now you're listening."
She shifted on his lap, circling her arms around his neck as she began her report—though the tone was more bedroom than battlefield.
"The Gillian Forest is entirely under our control," she purred into his ear. "We've stationed enough scouts and soldiers there that anything short of a Vasto Lorde would be spotted instantly. Recruitment's going well—Hollows are either joining, dying, or getting smart enough to leave."
She was saying that, yet she was grinding against him. It was taking a lot of willpower not to do something devious. She liked to play this little game where she tested his self-control. We're talking about her having his meat in between her thighs, moving said thighs up and down very slowly, and if at any point he lost control and fucked her brains out—she won.
Very, very dangerous game. So far, the score was like 300–299. He was in the lead... barely. And to anyone who thinks those numbers are too high—no, they are not. This is like year 40 of the kingdom. If anything, those numbers are way too low. He probably lost count at some point.
And considering she was one of the earliest to come on to him... yeah.
He controlled himself. No. He would not fold. He would not give away his lead.
And thus, in his totally-not-about-to-lose-it voice, he said,
"Anything else of value?"
"Minor scuffles. Nothing major. Our forces are stronger, faster, more disciplined. The Fullbringers are thriving in their assigned regions—especially the ones assigned to subjugation ops."
She leaned into his touch, rolling her hips slightly, her breath hitching again as his hand gripped her thigh.
"Even the human world's quiet. Sendai Colony is completely under our control, and Nephilim Corp is managing things well. No crime. No resistance. Just obedience."
He hummed in approval, giving her a soft kiss—a reward. Her body trembled in delight, her slender form quivering as if every brush of his touch rewrote her nerves.
"You've done well," he whispered against her lips.
With a sultry smile, Sun-Sun slowly uncoiled, her body shimmering into her snake form—upper half human, lower half a long, elegant serpent. She slithered around him, her scaled tail brushing along his waist and shoulders like a living silk ribbon.
"Don't you just love your little concubine?" she teased, voice low and sweet like a poison-laced lullaby.
"Of course I do," he replied with a wolfish smile.
Thirty minutes later... her jade-green hair was a complete mess, her lipstick smudged, her pupils dilated in euphoria. But the way she curled lazily on the bed—arms folded beneath her cheek, tail draped over his chest—spoke volumes.
"Mnn... rough much?" she asked, feigning a pout.
"That's what you asked for," he replied dryly.
"Did I?" she teased. "Maybe I did. Who can say..."
He tossed her panties at her. She caught them with two fingers, looked at them... then tossed them back at him.
"Souvenir. You should keep it. Maybe... jerk off with it?"
"I don't do that," he said, unimpressed.
"There's a first time for everything~"
He sighed. "You really do have a mouth on you."
"Among other talents."
He rolled his eyes, then smiled. "Why would I need to do that... when I have something so much better right here in front of me?"
She blinked. Then slowly, a small, genuine smile curled at her lips—one not layered in sarcasm or teasing.
"Oh? Was that praise I heard?"
He gave her a look.
"Don't get used to it."
"Too late."
She kissed him once more—slow and deliberate—before curling around his chest again like a proud serpent claiming her king.
Jeez, shit felt like she was trying to drain him. He, in fact, could handle it. Only real problem—he didn't think he could deal with everyone being pregnant at the same time. Maybe Harribel first, then everyone else can get their turn after.
A/N....guess the purpose.
Harribel.
Sun-Sun.
Apaccie.
Neliel.
Mila-Rose.