Reincarnated into a Femdom Fantasy World (18+)-Chapter 5: I’m being honest

Her tone was firm, a warrior's practicality cutting through the tension.

Tazka tilted her head, her gold chains catching the light as she shrugged, her expression unrepentant, her voice cool and blunt as she replied, "What? I'm being honest—coddling him won't change what's at stake, and he deserves to know the truth of his worth."

She crossed her arms, the motion slow and regal, her gown whispering against her curves.

Then she turned back to Jake, her gaze locking onto his again, her smirk softening but not disappearing as she said, "You're probably wondering, little bird, if that's what awaits you here—torn apart by our desires, used until you shatter."

She paused, letting the question linger, her tail brushing his calf once more, a deliberate tease.

Jake's breath caught, his mind racing, and she cocked her head, her voice taking on a smoother, almost reassuring tone as she continued, "No, pet—we'll treat you nicely here, keep you fed and warm, a treasured guest in our halls."

Her eyes glinted, a promise woven into the words, though the edge of something darker lingered beneath.

He forced a nervous smile, his lips trembling as he managed to ask, his voice shaky and small, "Why—why am I lucky enough to get that, when it could've been so much worse?"

His hands fidgeted, his heart still pounding, though curiosity edged out some of the fear.

Tazka's smirk returned, slow and mischievous, a scary glint flashing in her eyes as she stepped closer, her gown brushing his arm, her presence overwhelming as she leaned down to answer.

"The last male we summoned wasn't so fortunate—he lasted two days, poor thing, before a mating session broke him, too fragile for our needs, or, we might have been a bit rough with him, can't take the same chance with you."

Her voice was soft, almost wistful, but the smirk betrayed her amusement.

Jake's stomach lurched, a cold sweat prickling his skin, his breath hitching as she went on, her tail curling around his ankle again, anchoring him as she spoke.

"Since then, our kingdom's stagnated—no new blood, no births, a drought of life for two long years—so I promise you, pet, we won't be too rough with you."

Her smirk widened, wicked and knowing, her eyes boring into his with a mix of threat and allure.

He stood frozen, shock rippling through him, his mind grappling with the image of a man dying under their desires, his own fate dangling by a thread of their restraint, fear and disbelief twisting together as her words sank deep.

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She straightened, her gaze never leaving his, and he swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he whispered, "S-so, what exactly do you mean by 'not too rough'?"

Tazka tilted her head, her gold chains glinting as they draped across her full breasts. Her voice dropped to a sultry purr as she answered, "Oh, little bird, I mean we'll keep you alive—warm, fed, and moaning beneath us." She stepped closer, her spiced scent enveloping him, her tail tightening briefly around his leg.

She added, "Not too rough means we won't snap you in half on the first night—but don't mistake it for gentle. You'll feel every inch of us, pet, until you're begging for more." Her smirk widened, a promise of pleasure laced with threat, her eyes glinting with sadistic delight.

Jake's breath hitched, his skin prickling with a mix of fear and an unwanted heat that crept up his neck. His mind reeled as her words painted a vivid, inescapable picture. He shifted uneasily, the stone rough under his soles, and glanced at the others—Ssyra's scaled curves barely contained by her leather harness, Veyra's muscular frame taut in her corset, Lyra's sheer robe teasing the outline of her lithe body—all watching him with varying degrees of amusement and hunger.

His stomach twisted, but a spark of defiance flared, a desperate bid to claw back some control. He swallowed hard, his voice trembling but determined as he looked up at Tazka and said, "Majesty, I—I could be more useful to you than just... that. I've played tons of video games—kingdom-building, strategy stuff—and I could help you plan for the war, boost your chances of winning."

His hands clenched at his sides, his words spilling out in a rush, clinging to the faint hope that he could be more than a breeding tool. Tazka's eyes narrowed, and then a low, throaty laugh rumbled from her chest, her head tipping back as the sound filled the hall, rich and mocking.

Her tail lashed once against the stone. "Video games?" she repeated, her voice dripping with scorn, her smirk twisting into something sharp and disdainful as she leaned down, her face inches from his. "You think your little toys compare to the blood and fire of Valthera? You're here to serve, pet—spread your legs and obey. Leave the war to women who've carved empires, not boys who play pretend."