...goes the spoils

“Ahh, now this is how you travel!” Yadra said, as she absently rubbed her naked breasts. She reclined against the side of the wagon, while the bandit she’d fondly renamed Bitch 1 sucked her off. Bitch 2 was still recovering from the series of rough fuckings Yadra had subjected her too.

“Having fun?” Alea asked with a grin. She was balls-deep in the beta they’d captured.

Unlike the two ex-alpha bandit, the beta had accepted Alea’s cock with no resistance. In fact, after Alea loosened her bonds a little, she was happily bouncing up and down on Alea’s shaft while the young mystic artist caught her breath.

“One of these days I’m going to build a harem.” Yadra said with a grin. “I’ll get all sorts of betas like these bitches here. Every night I’ll fuck a hundred pussies, and twice that every morning!”

“Why don’t you just keep one of those two?” Jenna asked curiously.

“These cunts? Nah. I mean, sure I could train them into proper cocksleeves, but they’d never be more than that. You can break a futa, but you can’t completely reshape them into something they’re not. I want more than a quick fuck sometimes.” Yadra explained.

“I never pictured you for the romantic type.”

“I used to never give it a second thought, but recently I’ve been thinking about what it’d be like to settle down. Start a family. We all get older eventually. Except mystic artists like Alea over there. I’ve heard some can keep plowing for centuries as long as they keep getting more powerful.” Yadra gave Alea an envious grin.

Alea nodded. “Once you break past the Resolve Condensation stage, your life expectancy doubles. And if you can successfully form a core after than you can double your lifespan again. There are even higher levels, but I don’t dare to dream of them yet.”

“Y-you’re a mystic artist… right?” Alea heard an unfamiliar voice. To her surprise, it was the beta bouncing on her cock. She hadn’t spoken since being captured.

“Aww, the little pet speaks!” Yadra joked.

Alea puffed out her chest in pride. “That’s right. I’ve only just begun my journey, but I plan on walking that path for the rest of my life. However many years that may be.”

The beta bit her lip. “Could I…”

“What?”

The beta got off Alea’s cock to look her in the eyes before promptly pressing her forehead against the floor of the wagon, kowtowing before Alea.

“Let this foolish futa be one of your cultivation vessels! Please, I beg you!” The beta pleated.

“Cultivation vessel?” Alea hadn’t heard the term before.

“It’s what some mystic artists call members of the harems of betas they keep around to fuck and power up. Their strength is proportional to the strength of their mistress. Cultivation vessels for supreme experts can be as strong as lesser mystic artists. They also reap the benefit of the extended lifespan of their mistress.”

Alea frowned. “So you want to live forever as well?”

“No, I want power. I was a healer for my village before it was destroyed. After that I wandered for a year before being captured by those bandits.” The beta glared at bitch one and bitch two. “I tried to practice the mystic arts myself, but sadly I lack the talent to cultivate even to the first layer of Resolve Condensation.”

Alea felt a sudden surge run through her. The sight of this kneeling futa, begging to be accepted as a concubine, awakened something deep within her.

Maybe it was all the fucking she was doing lately, but strange thoughts entered her head. Alpha thoughts.

I could make her mine. I could make them all mine.

“Beta, what’s your name?”

“Thali, mistress. Thali, of what once was the village of Coalrush.”

“Very well, Thali of Coalrush. From henceforth you are sworn to my service. I won’t sell you off with these others. Instead you’ll become my first cultivation vessel!”

“Thank you, Mistress!” Thali said eagerly.

“Your first task is at hand, Thali. All this talk of service made your mistress hard again.” Alea gestured to her hard cock.

“Right!” Thali needed no further prompting and quickly shut up to put her mouth to work.