A Journey That Changed The World.-Chapter 1414: He Loves Crazy Strong Women

While Anatoly and the Alliance forces battled the undead horde, Catherine was flying across Verdantia only to spot four women racing just under the waves. A smile appeared on her face as she started casting Mana Blasts into the sea.

Explosions rocked everything, but the women split up with the massive Demon Shark diving to the depths and the Mosasaur launching herself out of the water. Her eyes widened when a pair of massive jaws opened to swallow her whole.

Just then, several blasts flew at her as a white-haired woman floated in the air, giving Catherine the feeling of a Death God. She was wary of the stranger until she shook her head and spoke. ’’You must be Morena Wyldheart.’’

Everything went silent at those words, but she smiled. ’’I am not an enemy of your husband, it’s quite the opposite. My family members and I have been trying our best to help him.’’

Moments later, four women emerged, each strikingly distinct. Her gaze settled on Morena, the eldest, her piercing blue eyes and ghostly pale skin betraying an unwavering devotion to necromancy.

’Seems like the rumors are true,’ she mused with a growing smile. ’He does like older, curvier women.’

Next came a black-haired woman, a fiercer echo of Morena, her eyes blazing with defiance, ready to strike at the slightest provocation. Her breath caught as a chilling aura of undead pulsed from both sisters.

’Billions of corpses must fill their death realm,’ she thought, shuddering. ’Anatoly, what dragon have you provoked, one that loves the damned legendary Death Sisters?’

Shaking off the dread, Catherine’s gaze shifted to a blue-haired woman with glowing yellow shark-like eyes that locked onto her, unblinking. Built like a warrior, her muscular frame radiated raw power, short-circuiting her thoughts.

Then she saw the last. A blonde woman, slender like the second, stared with glowing red eyes and a grin of razor-sharp teeth, her presence as unsettling as it was mesmerizing but something told her these four would give her a good fight.

’What the fuck! He loves crazy strong women,’ she internally said.

Following that, Catherine shook her head and introduced herself. ’’I’m Catherine Volkovitch. Leader of the Verdantia Rebels, well, the secret one anyway.’’

The group looked confused until Morena questioned with a suspicious expression. ’’Where’s our husband?’’

’’Oh his claiming the empress,’’ she replied, giggling. ’’I may have got the poor girl hooked on him; he’s irresistible to the women of my family.’’

Her head snapped toward the south when she realized who it was. ’’Come with me, the Pseudo Gods are heading to take out your undead army, but will sense you girls.’’

Moments later, Catherine opened a portal to her palace and tried ushering them through, but the four didn’t move. Without prompting, she took a Mana Oath not to hurt them and even used one of her powers.

This put the woman at ease as the five appeared in a waiting room, and she waved at the soft chairs. ’’Get comfortable, I have a few places to show you girls. It will help in your goal of causing chaos.’’

’’Why are you helping us?’’ the blonde inquired.

Catherine sighed, revealing the truth behind her rebellion. ’’My husband was the old emperor, but the Council. The Church of Light, and my son killed him to get the throne. I’ve never forgotten what they did.’’

’’So you’re using Arch to get revenge?’’ the younger necromancer accused.

As the words left her lips, the air in the room changed as the four women turned on her, but Catherine shook her head in denial. ’’Want to know the truth? I like the young man, he treats his lovers right.’’

She turned around and faced the window that gave the perfect view of the secluded mountains her mansion was built into, and continued. ’’I’ve seen a future where I am one of his wives. When I saw myself smile, it kind of ignited hope that died decades ago.’’

As the group heard this, they calmed down as the blue-haired shark woman introduced herself. ’’I’m Demetra Wyldheart, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Cath.’’

’’Huh?’’ she instantly replied. ’’Cath?’’

Demetra shrugged with a small smile. ’’Husband has a thing for women like you and Natalia. So I’m giving you a custermary nickname everyone gets as a sister.’’

Catherine was taken aback as she muttered. ’’Sister?’’

They all nodded as the blonde spoke this time. ’’I’m Lucrezia, but yes, Archer is planning to claim the Volkovitch women as his own.’’

’’Oh,’’ she replied. ’’Then the Death God delivering him to the Novgorod Palace was the worst possible play the Terravians could have done.’’

Everyone started laughing as Morena lifted her shirt, revealing a dragon tattoo on her abdomen. ’’This allows us to sense every member of the harem, even the newer ones. A certain Anastasia Volkovitch,’’ she revealed.

Catherine’s eyes widened as a smirk appeared. ’’Looks like my son hasn’t realized this, which is good. He’s corrupted by that foul magic that changed him many years ago, thanks to that idiotic Pope.’’

Following that, the five women started gossiping over tea as a nasty winter storm slammed into Verdantia. The window frames rattled, forcing Catherine to cast a barrier around her mansion to shield it from the weather.

***

While the women were resting, Archer was lying on Anastasia’s chest as she played with his hair at her prompting. He couldn’t refuse and ended up feeling like he was on a cloud that made the empress giggle.

’’I knew the rumors were wrong about you, but I didn’t realize how much of a gremlin you truly are,’’ she commented.

’’Yes, I do like getting under people’s skin,’’ he admitted with a chuckle. ’’Now watch the church knights panic because of my monsters. They haven’t encountered creatures like that.’’

The city pulsed with an eerie stillness, broken only by the predatory grace of the Burrowfiends and Broodmaw rushing across it. These creatures of nightmare moved with unholy purpose, their forms flickering like wraiths through the darkness.

Archer’s sharp gaze tracked their every move, noting how the Burrowfiends rushed through pools of shadow, their claw-tipped limbs silent against the cobblestones as the horde passed by unsuspecting guards.

He couldn’t help but grin when seeing the mantis-like monsters prowling, their grotesque silhouette blending into the night as they scaled rooftops with unnatural agility and expert sneakiness.

Together, they wove a deadly web across the capital, their paths converging on the Pope’s legacy. ’Their searching for the churches like I ordered,’ he thought with a smirk.

As they gazed at the unfolding scene, Anastasia’s lips began a slow, teasing trail down his body. ’’I can’t keep my hands off you, handsome,’’ she purred, her voice a sultry promise. ’’You’d better make love to me even more before you leave.’’

Archer chuckled as he drew the stunning blonde upward, capturing her full, pink lips in a searing kiss that sent shivers through her. She melted into him, her body trembling with delight, and eagerly returned the kiss with excitement.

Straddling his waist, she guided his member inside her with a hungry motion. As he filled her tight, wet passage, stretching her perfectly, the blonde’s back arched, a throaty erotic moan escaping her lips. ’’Mmmhh~~.’’

Following that, the new couple started making love once again as Anastasia used his chest to support her, riding him. Archer groaned as her pussy clamped down this sent a wave of pleasure through his body.

He let the older woman do what she wanted while losing his mind to the intense sensations rushing through her body like an electric shock. ’’Mmghh~~ Arghh~~ Ughhh~~ Yes husband! This feels amazing,’’ she declared with a lewd smile.

An hour later, the blonde collapsed onto the bed, full of his full seeds as it leaked from her pussy. He grinned, casting Cleanse over them and the bed, which refreshed everything as he sat up.

Archer pulled out some ale and drank while his monsters pounced on the church guards, as others robbed their wealth. Moments later, the empress reappeared and started sucking him while he downed the elvish ale.

’’You’re a hungry bitch aren’t you,’’ he commented while grabbing her soft ass. ’’Well, I could do with another sex slave, is that what you want to be?’’

Anastasia quivered with pleasure, spurring Archer to press further. ’’What if I claim your fiery daughter, Yevdokiya?’’ he teased, his voice low and provocative. ’’The woman is stunning, I admit, but she’s got her father’s fierce hatred for me.’’

She didn’t respond but he felt the tremble as her eyes rolled back, her focus consumed by the rhythm of her lips and tongue, drawing his cock deeper down her throat which made him roll his eyes as she was getting good at servicing him.

Only when his seed spilling down her throat, did she pause, letting out a sultry moan. ’’Arghhhh~~.’’

Archer groaned while taking a mouthful of her hair and started face fucking her until his member was clean.