Dread Sovereign: Monster Girl Harem

Meanwhile, in Dalvish Shopping Centre...

In a dirty passageway between several small, fast food restaurants, a place out of reach of the magical surveillance cameras, a large man was forcing a tall but slim female into the corner, her back close to the walls filled with profane graffiti as rubbish and waste littered the floors, the occasional rat rushing by.

"Get away, you damn filthy bitch... You come here every fucking day to take scraps! Late for your fucking job, what do you take this place for!?" The angry shout of a bald, ageing, fat pig-beast sounded, his face bright red from anger, but his eyes looked down with a lustful glint as he saw the deep, incredible cleavage of the girl before him.

His body was one to two heads shorter than the girl, his body more than four times wider though, as he tried to use his weight to control her movements, despite this he failed due to the powerful muscles hidden in the girl's body, her tight abs and thighs tightening as she backed off, ready to strike.

"Hah....? Are you a fucking idiot? I know my shift starts in two hours, clown. Do you want to die, you old, fat bastard? Keep lookin' at my tits and showing off yer' tiny little cocktail sausage tent? One more strike, and I'll rip that pathetic excuse for a cock off."

Today she arrived at work earlier due to her happy mood, tasting his thick essence that seemed to grow more refined each day since around a week ago, usually spending hours running around and trying to find some dropped money or scraps to sell to the traders.

'Fuck, why is it this guy. Asami was supposed to be the manager on duty today... Why is it this guy... he always watches me with a nasty gaze, makes me pick things up and bend over in front of him... damn fat bastard...'

This girl was the girl who sat across from Alistair on the bus earlier today, now stood with her back against the wall, her face calm as she lifted her leg and kicked the man against the wall, her powerful thighs filled with tight muscles as the overweight man began to tumble before he fell a few stairs, cutting open his forehead with a loud thud.

'Why are they always like this... Just because I have a succubus marking? Do they think I'll get on my knee's for anyone!? I am not a slut!'

Struggling, the man got to his feet, the flab on his stomach wobbling with each movement as his finger pointed towards her, drool spraying from his lips as he began to shake visibly.

"Y-y-you, little bitch! Do you want to be locked up? A mere slut wants to resist her master?"

Her head filled with heat; she was pissed off at this bastard, wanting to rush over and beat the shit out of him.

However, a familiar smell began to fill her nose, like a pleasant dinner or wonderful dessert left unattended for her to snatch...

'He's here? Why!? Today should be a work day until 11 pm!? That's why I am working till 10:30 pm tonight!'

The girl thought before suddenly a thick arm shot out from behind her head, almost causing her to squeal, before it slammed the fat, pig-like beast against the wall, almost crushing his skull with force, causing slight cracks in the cheap cement.

"Ah... Why are you bullying this cute girl? Can't you see she doesn't want to sleep with you? You're old enough to be her grandfather, have some shame, mate."

Her eyes were focused on his body, the tall man with almond skin, his eyes narrow but vibrant as the blue iris almost shone in this dirty shopping centre.

Alistair didn't care that much, but this girl was an acquaintance of sorts; for the past four years, every day, she would get on the bus at the same stop, always looking ragged and dirty, sometimes in the same clothes as the day before, then would also get the same bus home. Thus he couldn't just watch as this old man tried to force her into performing lewd acts.

'Just because she has a succubus crest, why does this girl always get so much attention and prejudice... Come to think of it, I don't even know her name...'

Holding the fat pig in mid-air, his nasty spit and slimy skin almost rubbed on Alistair's suit, causing him to frown.

Despite this, he turned back to the girl; he noticed her body seemed to stop moving when he looked towards her, wondering why she was always so weird around him.

'Well, whatever...'

"Oi, slum girl... What's your name?" He asked with a rough and commanding voice, causing the cute girl with beautiful dark skin to stand up straight like a teacher accosted her.

"L...Lilith....! Just Lilith!"

"Oh, what a cute name; it suits a pretty girl like you. I'm Ali... Raven... Call me Raven! Haha."

Moments after he spoke, he threw the fat man to the ground before kicking his huge ass away, making sure the bastard left quickly.

Once Alistair noticed he was gone, he turned back to Lilith, patting her little head, only to feel her hair's brittle and rough sensation and realise she was quite dirty; lifting his Melon brand phone, he checked the time and began to think.

'It will take 5 minutes to get to the dungeon, 30 minutes to return home and back... Do I want to leave this girl here? Whatever, I got involved. Let's go all the way... Mother wouldn't like me leaving this girl alone in the city anyway.'

With a sigh, he ruffled her hair, her face scrunching up as she tried to swat his thick forearm away, unable to reach as he was a head taller than her, despite her being nearly 6ft tall.

"Stop treating me like a fucking kid, damn orc bastard!" Her foul tone sounded before she kicked his shins, only to recoil as her toes throbbed in pain.

Alistair didn't look at her like a woman but like a cute child; his look was a mocking but endearing tone as he squished her cheeks.

"Don't speak like a dirty rat; I'll wash your mouth with a soap bottle! Do you have somewhere to go?"

He wasn't one to beat around a bush, knowing this girl practically never seemed to do anything other than wear the same clothes and ride the same bus as him for many years.

"Tsk, don't tell me what to do, damn molester! Hmph! So what if I don't have anywhere to go? What? Will you invite me back to yours, offer me food and a shower? Then I have to suck your dirty cock as payment!? No thanks!"

Lilith's kick once against hitting his shins, likely having experienced this kind of thing many times.

However, Alistair just shook his head, this time guarding her kick, causing the girl to groan as her toes snapped back; he grasped her by the throat and slammed her against the wall with a thud.

"Oi, listen, you little shit. I don't have any interest in kids!"

"I was going to ask you to carry the things I find in the dungeon to earn some money while I let you temporarily rent my ex-girl's room because you smell horrible, your breath stinks, and you seem to need a place to stay and clean yourself."

Alistair's face was deadly serious as he began to hold his nose, acting like she was too disgusting and smelled terrible.

However, she didn't; it was just a lightly bitter scent of a girl's body odour, a little sour and intense, covered up with her racial natural alluring aroma.

"Sorry, but I don't stick my dick inside filthy women!"

"Ha!? Where's your fucking delicacy, fuck.... I don't stink... it doesn't smell... right? I am not that bad... right!?"

'What do I do... he thinks I smell... ah... this is the worst... I made sure to brush them every day....'

Alistair just smiled, watching her reaction, turned his body and walked back towards the bus station; his life wouldn't end if he delayed going to the dungeon for a few hours; his mother said to never leave a young girl alone at night...

He was not overly bothered, but this girl reminded him of Philis when they were back in high school, lashing out at people due to her fears and insecurities...

Thus he couldn't leave her alone, so their long and twisting story would start from this moment.

"Come on, slum girl; I'll get you a shower and some decent clothes; then we can discuss rent and work."

"What!? You're insane! Who would work for a perverted, huge cock orc like you! Damnit! The... No choice..."

Lilith complained, yet her body moved as if filled with a delighted wind, almost skipping as she followed him, a smirk forming on her lips.

For her, this was the jackpot, no longer needing to waste her little money on the bus to 'meet' him by accident to get her daily meals.

Once she stood beside him, her voice whispered...

"Who is a slum girl... Call me Lilith.... stupid...."

"Ah yeah yeah... whatever, slum girl... do you like burgers?"

"Hmph! Tsk... They are.... nice..."

Thus the pair bickered to the bus stop, which made Alistair want to make more money and buy himself a car; although he had a licence, he never bought a car to save money for the household income.

Little did Lilith know, this bickering was helping Alistair cope with the empty feeling he had deep in his chest ever since Philis left, her bright and feisty attitude causing him to spend more time arguing with this little spoilt 'slum girl' rather than thinking of his former lover.

A moment of peace as they jumped on the bus together, seeing the surprised old man, whose face showed a strange and knowing smile as he watched the two sitting beside each other, bickering still through his mirror.

'Ah, what a strange fate... Will he still act this way if he knew....?' The old man's eyes showed a sorrowful and bitter look as the girl entered his vision; for a brief moment, there was a tinge of anger and resentment, but it quickly faded.'