Twenty feet in girth at the bottom and eighteen at the top, with a full blown forty five feet in height. This wall was to be taller than the Great Wall of China and slightly wider as well at the top.

It was a grand plan and knowing that he had the people, manpower and the materials, he didn't see there being any problem building such an ample construct fit for a city.

It was to protect his current interests and to further hide the location of his home base. The City itself was protected from Divination, thanks to its innate high-end security system, and partly because it was underground.

That way they were unable to find its exact location and attack it.

Especially with that Black Scripture, the Slane Theocracy was currently seen as the greatest threat to them, as opposed to the highly uniformed Empire and the Beast Nations further into the central continent.

He wanted there to be additional magical defenses, due to the probable threat of Dragons and other powerful beings. An ambient s.h.i.+eld that protected the Village from magical and forceful attacks was something that he wanted, something similar to a projected dome like an Anti-Life Coc.o.o.n.

So he was going to have it so that there were going to be multiple towers, spires, along the wall. These spires would be made out of a magical alloy that sp.a.w.ned such as defensive dome.

While the wall itself would probably take about two weeks to complete through constant work and use of manpower, that didn't seem to be the problem. However, the projectors would need at least a month for long-term use.

Nothing was perfect in this world, and from the geological surveys that his Guardians had run on the surrounding continent, quality material was going to be hard to come by. However, they did find two things that were particularly useful, an undiscovered mineral known as the Prismatic Crystal and a strange dragon shaped stone that could greatly enhance the prowess of potions.

These have been beginning to sp.a.w.n in the mineral deposits recently.

This particular item, the Prismatic Crystal, was related to the Prismatic Ores of the previous world, in which allowed the user to surpa.s.s the predetermined level cap.

After discovering these minerals, Silva began to surmise that they took form when they emerged into this New World. The reason, unknown. Tests were currently inconclusive. However mining them and the elimination of uncooperative lesser life-forms living in the caves such as Goblins Ogres and Trolls, had already begun thanks to Silva's quick thinking.

Enri, now standing several paces away, stood there watching them talk. Her hand caressing her right shoulder slightly, as she looked down at her left hand.

Her mind had gone back to the attack. When the Captain was going to violate her and surely kill her afterward. The taunting of what they'd do with her little sister when she was gone.

She closed her eyes, clenching her hand closed. Her mind wandering, wondering, what would've happened if Jack hadn't arrived as he did. Or if he had come earlier and saved them, her parents, from their untimely deaths.

She only smiled faintly at the idea of seeing her parents alive once more.

At the same time, her sister seemed to be listening more, even if it had been a day or more since then. Even though it could just be minutes, it felt likes ages.

Growing up, she had lived in the moment and in her hobby of farming as there was nothing else to do in the village. The only people she really knew were her parents, the people living in the village and those who had visited it. Now, four people were dead. Four people who meant more than the world, and the Four Great G.o.ds, to her.

Dark thoughts were clear as day.

Lost in her thoughts, she hardly noticed as Silva left the Throne room and Jack was standing before her. Looking over her, watching her as she stood there, trapped in her mind.

Slowly smiling to himself, as he knew she didn't think he was paying attention. He reached out and unb.u.t.toned her collar, immediately earning two big wide brown eyes.

Enri's lips parted seeing Jack's glowing amethyst eyes in the dimly lit room which was coated in a blue hue from the chandeliers above. "Jack...?"

He didn't say a word as his fingers trailed down to the next b.u.t.ton, and the next.

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Enri swallowed shallowly and took a step back, yet this only made him curl his fingers into the blouse beneath her woolen outer dress, pulling her close to him.

"Is-is this what you meant by fun?" She stuttered as she witnessed his other arm wrap around her lower waist, bringing her lower body closer to him so it was easier to control her movements.

Scoffing, Jack's eyes rested on hers that were staring up at him like wide open globes that mapped out all of their panicking thoughts, "Is that a rhetorical question?"

Clearly, she was startled, though it wasn't something she didn't expect. If anything, he had expected her to do this before, considering what he had asked the night before.

Asking to share her bed. It seemed the only reason he didn't was because of her little sister, Nemu. Her eyes flexed slightly as her eyes wandered onto his chest. He could have easily denied her sister the bed, but he didn't.

Did he actually care? Or was he just wanting to appear reasonable? Her eyes s.h.i.+fted up to his face again as he took in the scent of her hair. Looking over the braid she had over her shoulder.

"Lets get that braid out of your hair," Jack simpered quietly as he reached up, lightly undoing the strands of hair which were corded together like twine.

"But... But it took me ours to get it this way," She almost reached out to stop him, but reframed from doing so as he gave her a side glance.

"I can put it back later," Jack sn.i.g.g.e.red at her reaction. Fear was on her face from the brief look he had given her. It wasn't anything like a killing intent, but it was clearly threatening, if not just ominous in general.

"You can do hair?"

Jack nodded in return to this question, "I used to do my little sister's all the time."

"Used to...?"

Jack's smile and pleasant look left his face for an instant before returning, "Yes. Used to, until I didn't... Couldn't anymore." When he finished undoing her braid, he watched as her golden blonde locks fell along her shoulders.

"...Oh..." Her gaze lowered slightly as she smiled faintly, her fingers going up and fiddling with her undone b.u.t.tons on the front of her red and orange dress. "I..."

"Don't apologize for my loss," Jack interrupted her before she could say another word, his hands lightly tugging at her top piece of her multi-layered dress, removing the jacket layer from atop the blouse followed by the rest of her garments.

Each article of clothing was nonchalantly thrown to the ground.

Now as she was just in a hemp unders.h.i.+rt and woolen underwear, he waved his hand towards the throne room door, a loud click emerged.

The door was locked, no one could enter and no one could leave. It was the way he wanted it, no disturbances unless someone decided to use the『Message』spell.

Jack walked her into the seat of the throne, pinning her down as he pressed his hand predatorily into her shoulder blade. He leaned in as if he was going to take a bite of her, only to planting his face into her unclothed neck, feeling her warm flesh on his lips.

"D-does it have to be here?" The throne was cold, and even though his touch alone gave her gooseb.u.mps, the cold crystalline throne made her hairs stand on ends.

"You are a Queen of the Kobolds, aren't you?"

The way he said this was almost mockingly so, his lips traveling up her neck before nipping the edge of her ear. She squeaked, her toes curling up in her bottleneck shoes as she tried to lift one up onto the throne to push herself away. Inadvertently opening herself up to him, she placed a hand on his shoulder, having him bring his himself into her field of view now.

"I didn't ask to be Queen, you gave me that trumpet..." She whined a bit, she didn't know whether or not to frown or smile at him. Her expression was a mix of both, her mouth exposed.

"A throne still suits you," Jack could recognize her power over people, as a leader, she had the qualities of someone who could become an aspect of strength if not intellectual bravery.

She blinked up at him when he said these words, never in a thousand years, had she expected him to say something like that. A person who he had turned into a personal slave over a life debt. She tightly compressed her lips as she stared up at him as he was closing in on her.

She could feel his right hand brus.h.i.+ng against her side, his fingers hooking her leg and pulling her down slightly so she was no longer sitting up on the throne.

Her upper back was pressed against the spine of the throne, while her lower back was on the seat. The center of her back was diagonally propped between the two.

Enri entire body shook slightly with a chill, as she was under him, watching as he fell to his knees in front of her legs, prying them open even more. "Wai..." She felt her words leave her, a warm breath pus.h.i.+ng from her mouth as she felt him on her lower regions.

His tongue pet her nether's entrance.

"That's dirty... I have.. I haven't bathed today." She almost instinctively placed her hands into his white hair, taken back by the strange pinkish sheen it exhibited with the blue lights above.

He hardly lifted his mouth from her slit, her panties folded to the side. "Technicalities." He didn't at all seem to care, or even mind.

At most he was enjoying himself, and the taste of yesterday's hard work.

Feeling his breath alone made her tremble on the cold throne, her fingers knotted into his hair. "But.. Aahh.." She gasped arching her back as she felt a slithering tongue travel through her gates.

His two front incisors grazed her c.l.i.toris, sending waves of sensitivity. It was nothing like a finger or a hand, his saliva sticking to her skin, coating it with a s.h.i.+ny film.

Jack pulled her legs over his shoulders, taking more access, allowing her legs to wrap around his head. His eyes flickered up to her as he brought her small closed lips into his open mouth.

"It feels like I'm going to pee..." Enri couldn't help but murmur under her heavy breathing.

Minutes had gone by and sweat was permeating her fair pale skin, she was panting, hardly bothered to share words except for small embarra.s.sing sounds. Her legs had even become slightly limp, her knees hanging over the back of his shoulders.

He lifted his mouth from her inner lips, his the area around his mouth and cheeks glistening with her fluids. He didn't waste any time as he flipped her over on the throne, dropping her legs to the foot of the silicate seat.

"J..Jack wait... Wait..." She muttered waving a hand behind her.

Jack raised a brow slightly as he slithered a hand up her side, across her chest, between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and up to her neck. He stood her on her knees in front of him, with her back to him. "Hm?" Fiddling with his pants, he was able to undo them, letting them settle around his legs.

"...Be gentle," she turned her head to look at him, pressing her back against his chest, as his hand moved further up her neck until it grasped her jaw. "Please..."

"In the beginning," he took in the scent of her hair once more as he reached down and aligned his darkened meaty stick to her pale pink wet hole, rubbing his long k.n.o.b's head against her.

"Mm," She winced feeling a poke, a thick head spreading and teasing her inner lips with each movement.

Jack pulled her head back and to the side, pressing his lips against hers. The kiss seemed to calm her down a little, her body becoming less tense before he began to wedge his rod into her.

She gasped and almost screamed a m.u.f.fled scream into the kiss, but Jack squeezed her throat slightly cutting off the sound with fear. She squirmed up against him, pus.h.i.+ng him further inside. She felt as if he was tearing her open, a burning sensation struck her more than once as his flesh a.s.saulted her hymen.

This wasn't her idea of gentle.

Half way down the hilt, he could feel his tip against her womb and blood trickling down his length. She was tight, the feeling alone was enough for him to groan into her lips. Her muscles constricted against him, wanting to push him out, but all it did was suck him in up against the wall.

Jack eyed the tears which were running down her face as she brought her arms up, folding her hands behind his neck. Breaking the kiss he had taken her with, "It's so warm and tight..." he declared into her ear as he used a hand to delicately wipe her tears away.

"It hurts..." Enri lips shuddered, feeling his hands on her again before they moved down to her hips. She held herself up as so that his member couldn't breach her any further, not that it could.

"I know," maneuvering, Jack pressed one hand onto her upper back, while grasping at her waist with the other. He pushed, until eventually she couldn't hold onto his head any longer.

Her skin was so soft, but at the same time, not as thick as her callused farming hands.

"It... It feels like you're tearing me apart..." Putting her hands in front of her, Enri groaned in pain, as she found herself pinned against the throne. He was leaning over her back, moving her hair over her shoulders. He kissed at the nape of her neck and along her shoulders. Tasting her sweat.

These sweet gestures caused the pained woman to moan quietly, as she was resting her head on the barren crystalline seat of the throne. She was breathing heavily as he gifted her with small pumping motions.

His hands would gently move up, fondling at her small perky b.r.e.a.s.t.s under her unders.h.i.+rt, squeezing ever so slightly. They were tough and strong thanks to her muscle development, but the flesh was soft. "So tender," he exclaimed, whispering into her ear as if he was going to take a bite.

Jack's goal wasn't to hurt her, not outright at least. s.e.x came with pain, that was a known fact.

After a short time, the burning sensation began to go away as she was distracted by the bodily ma.s.sage, but it came back immediately when he began to move his hips. Her entire body tensed up, she felt herself raising from the throne, planting the palms of her hands on the seat.

Her insides had taken to his shape. Pleasure soon followed this burning sensation, pleasure and pain at all once. He brought her back up, her back against his chest. HIs hands cupping her b.r.e.a.s.t.s as he grunted with each thrust.

"Ah..." The feeling was strange for her, as each thrust made her body shake. Soon enough she couldn't feel pain and she didn't know if it was her getting used to it, or because of something he may of done.

Enri had already stopped paying attention, her little sounds getting louder and louder.

Soon the two of them were echoing through the chamber, their voices trapped inside. No one from outside the throne room was to hear them.

He picked up the pace, their hips rhythmically slapping against one another, his size alone briefly inflating her abdomen over and over again.

Pain, it was there again, but not as much as before.

Enri was taken by the movements, the sudden jolts, the repet.i.tive fullness. His groans began to feel like music to her ears as she moaned back to him.

She moved with him, against him, or at least tried to as best she could. Her legs were shaking, despite her fit physique, he would have already worn her out with the pain from before as time went on.

With a final three thrusts, Enri squealed loudly, feeling hot liquids filling her and his arms wrapping around her. Her chest heaving up and down, her body limply rested up against him as he sat back on his legs.

His spear was still inside of her, her inner lips lightly drooling with thick hot, yet slow, moving white fluids.