21 Chapter 20 (1/2)

As I stared at his head, I couldn't help but let out a scream. The other people around camp ignored it. A few chuckled at my reaction, but the majority refused to look at the head with the spike jutting through it. My knees felt weak, and I collapsed to the floor. The head had been placed there, right in front of the tent I had ended up in that night. That was no accident.

Time and time again, I was reminded of how cruel this world genuinely was. Denova was sending me a warning. However, I didn't understand what the warning was. Was he asking me to never escape? That didn't seem right. Maybe he was a little angry that I spent so much time enjoying myself. Was I supposed to hate a night filled with passion? That didn't seem right either.

These thoughts were going through my mind because I didn't want to face the reality that I was seeing. My breathing had quickened, and I was starting to feel like I was hyperventilating. This blow… it was too much. Even I couldn't…

{Mental Resistance has increased to LVL 15.}

As soon as I gathered my wits enough that I was sure I wouldn't vomit, I turned away from the deadly scene. The high mental resistance was the only reason I wasn't in a ball crying at the moment, although part of me still wanted to weep. As Jenai had explained to me, every ten levels of resistance cut the effects in half. That meant that when I came to this world, the 10 mental resistance meant I felt half the mental stress a normal person would feel in that situation. At 20, it'd be 25%, at 30 it'd be 12.5% and so on. Right now, the mental blow of finding Dox dead was cut down by around 2/5, but it didn't feel like enough. It just didn't make sense to me. Dox was one of Denova's most loyal minions. He didn't hear what Dox told me the previous night in confidence, did he? In the end, he hadn't done anything. We didn't escape nor try to escape. The man slept the night away.

Then an even more painful thought struck me. Perhaps he was killed in his sleep? I had incapacitated the man, just so another could kill him? In a way, I was directly responsible for his death. I think that hurt me more than anything. However, the mental resistance still worked, and by the time I reached Denova's tent, my emotions were under control and my features were hidden behind the Conceal ability.

When I entered, Denova was sitting on the throne. He was completely naked, his legs spread open, and Jenai was sitting on his lap facing away from him. Well, sitting wasn't the right word. His cock was inside her and she was bent over his lap, moving her buttocks up and down, riding his cock. As soon as her eyes met mine, she looked away but didn't stop rotating her hips.

Before my conceal and deception abilities had increased, her face would have looked bored and uncaring, but now I could see a slight hint of shame in her eyes. Although even my skills wouldn't have been enough to see it if I hadn't come to know her so well. Meanwhile, Denova had a slight grin on his face, and when his eyes met mine, they didn't look away.

I moved toward the pair with quick steps, my face using every attempt to hide my intent. As soon as I reached the pair, I grabbed Jenai's arm and pulled her off. She hadn't been expecting it and made a little noise as she stumbled a few steps away. A second later, I threw out my hand in a full-blown slap with all my strength, intending to remove that damn smirk from his face.

Like lightning, his hand caught my wrist an inch from his cheek. Without a pause, he pulled and I stumbled forward. He pulled me down and without wasting a motion, his dick, still wet from Jenai, pierced right into me. I found myself on his lap now, both arms held in his grip and the entire length of his shaft deep inside me. Why was he the thickest guy in camp? It felt good, even after a night of fucking, to finally be stretched to the point that he had made me accustomed. It only made me angrier.

”Careful, girl, you may be useful to me right now, but that doesn't mean I can't change my plans.”

”Why?” I demanded.

”Why what?” Denova looked at me like a toy he was particularly enjoying, ”And if you're going to pull away from my other toy, you better take responsibility, start riding.”

”Dox, you bastard, Why?”

His eyes started to turn dark as he stared at me in silence, his hands tightening until my arms started to hurt. I gave him an expressionless look and then lifted my butt, gyrating my hips and rocking his cock up and down into my pussy. After a moment, his look calmed and his grip relaxed slightly, but he still didn't let me go.

”Insubordination, of course, I know everything that happens in this camp. Did you not think I wouldn't know if he tried to take something that was owned by me.”

He let go of my wrists and put them down onto the armrests of his chair, then sat back and closed his eyes. He never did anything by accident. It was no accident that when I came into the tent, he was fucking Jenai. He did that to make a statement to me. It was also no accident that he put his hands down. He was showing me how hopeless it was. Even here, this close, there wasn't a thing I could do. I couldn't slap him. I couldn't leave him. The only thing I could do was gyrate my hips, and feel his cock going in and out of me.

”What did he try to take?” I asked after a brief moment of silence.

Denova opened one eye in surprise. ”Why… you of course. Don't act like he didn't have a plan to sneak you out of camp, to take you from me.”

”I'm not your thing.” I spat back.

Denova opened his other eye, and both narrowed. ”Is that what you think?”

He grabbed me by the hips and pulled me off his cock. Standing up, he turned around, bringing my body in front of the chair before shoving me back down. Although I wasn't resisting, even if I had, the force he was using was not something I could fight against. My hands fell on the armrests of his throne-like chair, and a second later he slammed into me. However, he stuck it higher up than I expected, and his wet dick slid into my asshole.

I let out a cry of surprise, a spike of pain shooting out as pressure suddenly exploded from inside. Even with pain resistance at six, anal sex without any warning or for that matter, lubricant, wasn't pleasant. Although my seductress class left me capable of being quite wet, and his dick didn't lack in the drenching of my sex which eased the entry a bit, it was larger than average size and mixed with the roughness it at least caught me off guard.

He began to thrust into my ass with reckless abandon and all the stamina a bandit king could muster. I let out cries, desperately trying to gain control of the situation, but I was completely at his whim. It hurt, and it hurt in an unexpected spot. My thoughts were lost as he thrust so hard that each thrust caused my head to fall forward. I could barely keep myself properly in his chair. If he wasn't being so rough, maybe, just maybe I could get back into control. However, he never did anything by accident, and this was all about his dominance too.

”So, tell me, if I don't own you, why can I do whatever I want to you, huh?”

He slapped my ass painfully, his dick thrusting in and out of my ass with a pop. Each time he thrust in, I felt like my ass was split in two, a deep and thick pressure inside. It might have felt good if done with some tact, but right now I didn't have any of that. He was taking my ass as his own, and for the first time since my first encounter with that first goblin, I started reaching a breaking point. However, just as the tears started to form in my eyes, a boon appeared before me.

{Position Unlocked: The Fan}

{Title Obtained: Rough Rider}