Archer was cut off from watching the two won and grew curious while watching the Domain, 'What is happening over there?'
He shrugged, then carefully set Midnight on the sofa before dragging Nyx, Maeve, and Ashoka into the bedroom. For the entire day, Archer lost himself in a whirlwind of passion, ravaging the three won until they were satisfied.
Their laughter and gasps filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that echoed long into the evening. By night's fall, they lay in a blissful daze, their bodies glistening with satisfaction and their breaths softening into gentle sighs.
Archer stood at the window before putting on so clothes and deciding to steal more prisoners for the necromancer sisters. He teleported to their underground ho, where he heard a man's shrill scream.
'What are they up to?' he thought with a chuckle. 'Making my new army maybe?'
Following that, Archer followed the noise until coming to a room where a man was strapped down to the table as Morena injected him with a parasite-looking thing, which made him cringe, "Do not co anywhere near with that thing, beautiful," he said.
The white-haired sister looked up with her big blue eyes and bead, which caused her to get excited as she darted toward him. Archer noticed her giant boobs bounced everywhere until she arrived and shoved his head into her cleavage.
"My handso husband! I must thank you for giving Demi and the best presents!" Morena exclaid, her voice brimming with excitent.
She let go before he could fully process her words and dropped to one knee. Confusion washed over him as he stared at her, but what she said next threw him off balance, "Arch, would you marry ?" she asked, her expression serious, her hopeful eyes locked onto his.
"Absolutely, I'll marry you-and Demacia-when the ti is right," Archer replied, prompting an unexpected surge of emotion in Morena, who leaped into his arms.
The older woman wrapped him in a warm, full embrace, her wide smile radiating as she pressed her lips to his. A surge of unexpected passion left him breathless. His hands held her thick waist, returning her kiss with equal passion.
Soon enough, Demacia appeared with the sa smile as her sister and comnted, "Do you an that? I thought you would have said no if she had purposed as it's unusual for won to do it nowadays."
Archer chuckled at this, then replied, "Well, it was unexpected, but I wouldn't turn down either of you I like you both."
The necromancer sisters bead as Morena grabbed his hand and dragged him to the screaming man while explaining, "We've injected him with a disease called necro-flesh eater. It will eat him from the inside out while leaving behind a defensive shell that I will cut off to add to our soldiers as armor."
A shiver ran through him as he thought with a smile, 'These two beautiful won are wicked, but I love it.'
Archer laughed as he replied, "ssing with you two is one thing, but the thought of you torturing even makes a little nervous."
The two won's expressions turned severe. Demacia looked at him and said firmly, "We would never hurt you. The very idea makes us feel sick. You're our husband, and it's our role as wives to make sure you feel loved and supported-that's exactly what we'll do."'
When he heard this, he smiled before moving toward the younger sister and giving her a passionate kiss as her body trembled. Following this, Archer approached the older one and did the sa thing.
'I'm lucky to have these crazy won on my side,' he thought while grabbing Morena's thick waist.
They loved the affection as the man started screaming again, which made him just as it was sudden, but Morena turned around and punched the man with a sickening thud, "Shut up, you dirty child abuser. This is just the start."
Archer watched as Demacia stepped back and slapped the prisoner, warning, "Shut up, human. Can't you see we're having a loving mont with our man?"
She smacked him a few tis until the prisoner fell silent, which made Archer laugh as it was funny. Soon after, he explained, "Have you got more room in the prison, or do I need to expand it?"
Morena's eyes sparkled with excitent as she exclaid, "Can you expand it? We need more rooms for experints and extra prison cells!"
With a chuckle, Archer nodded, closing his eyes as he stretched the sisters' hideout to four tis its original size. The space expanded with new corridors and larger rooms, each ready for its purpose.
Feeling the change ripple through the hideout, Demacia practically bounced with energy, her excitent infectious. Morena was excited as she ran off to check the new underground death hideout, which made him laugh.
The younger sister cald down and turned to Archer with a beautiful smile, saying, "What brings you here, darling?"
Hearing this, he smiled and answered, "I was coming to find you. Do you want to kidnap more prisoners with ?"
"Yes, please. When are we leaving?" she asked, taking out a cloak and wrapping it around herself.
Archer stepped forward and gently lifted her into a princess carry, then, in a flash, teleported them outside the Domain. They reappeared in Isabella's garden, a burst of color and life surrounding them.
"This place is so peaceful; maybe Bel can do sothing like this in the palace?' he pondered while scanning his surroundings.
Demacia gasped in surprise but quickly turned her gaze back to him, her eyes filled with warmth and affection. He summoned his wings before taking off and flying toward the closest
prison.
The necromancer woman spoke with a big smile, "Who would have thought I'd be traveling a new world with the man I like? Especially after eting him as a child many years ago."'
"I rember the first day I saw you and thought you were gorgeous," he replied with a smile. "The girls told off after you vanished because I kept looking."
Demacia giggled when hearing that but quickly leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek as she responded, "I'm glad we're this close now; I can't wait to see where life takes us."
Archer was speechless but nodded at the woman, causing her blue eyes to glow as she cuddled him even tighter. Following that, he soared through the sky, the wind rushing past him as he scanned the landscape below.
In the distance, a dark structure appeared on the horizon-a prison surrounded by tall stone walls and towers that lood like silent sentries. The closer he flew, the more details erged: barred windows, thick iron gates, and the shadows of guards patrolling.
As Demacia gazed down at the prison, she whispered, "Is this where the humans keep their
scum locked up?"
Archer nodded in response, then summoned a shadow Creature, directing it to find the records room. Watching him harness dark magic stirred a thrill within her. Leaning closer, her lips brushed against his ear as she breathed, "You turn on when you use dark magic; it's
making wet."
He shivered at her words, then turned to her, capturing her soft red lips in a kiss that caught her off guard. For a mont, she went stiff but then lted into him, returning the kiss with
fervor.
Archer's hands slid down to squeeze her juicy behind, eliciting a soft moan from her, which made him smile. The Shadow Creature sent him a ssage, prompting them to teleport
through the darkness.
"This will be easy, plus it will help Elizabeth in the long run,' he mused with a greedy smile.
Once they arrived inside, Archer set Demacia down and began searching the records. He quickly discovered a list of scumbags who deserved far worse than death. After ten intense minutes of sifting through the files, he gathered all the needed information.
Following that, the two of them traveled through the prison; whenever they encountered the guards, Demacia knocked them out using spells after Archer told her not to kill them as they
were innocent.
The necromancer agreed with a nod before she started humming as they ca to the first set of prisoners. Archer began to kidnap them into his Shadow Realm, where the n and won couldn't escape.
All the prisoners who they didn't take were scared shitless and sat in the corner of their cells hugging each other, which made the couple laugh. It took them a couple of hours to collect all
the scum.
They now stood in the dimly lit cell block, having just dealt with the last of the child abusers. As he surveyed the scene, a man spoke up, his voice shaky as he shifted his gaze between them, "What are you going to do with those boys?"
"Oh, they'll be transford into so form of monster," Archer replied, striding toward the
cell with a sinister grin. "My woman here is an expert in necromancy, and she'll experint on him for a while, perfecting the ultimate dead soldiers."
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