Chapter 314: 314: Naaro Wanted Something
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In the outer valley throat, Shadeclaw and Skyweaver bent over a sand map that Silvershadow had sketched with a thin blade. The lines were neat, the distances honest. Small marks indicated wind shears, loose shelves, and narrowings where a formation would pinch itself without noticing. Silvershadow saw him and dipped his head. Shadeclaw tapped a cluster of marks and turned a question into a look. He met it with a nod. They flowed away into the night without a word.
The mountain was doing what he asked. That was the thing about a home. If you tended it when the days were quiet, it would carry you when the days grew loud.
He returned to the council hall and sat alone on the lowest step, elbows on his knees, hands clasped. He let the pressure in his chest find a shape. It did not feel like fear. It felt like a drawn bow waiting for the string to be plucked.
"System," he said quietly. "Show me projections. Two hundred soldiers. Four hundred. Eight hundred. Show me lines of approach and where they break worst. Show me where my named ones stand to turn the tide with the least blood."
Kai sat on the wind-cut lip of the upper ledge, the mountain falling away into a black ocean of dunes. Above him the moons kept their slow watch. Before him the system painted hovering lines and counters that only his eyes could see, a ghostly lattice drifting in the dark.
"Show me again," he said quietly.
[Ding! System Projection: Host defense models active. Incoming force estimates in two to three weeks. Best outcomes rely on terrain control, aerial ring, misdirection corridors, and massed allies.]
"Massed allies," Kai repeated. "We are too few."
[Ding! Clarification: Host’s marked subordinates exceed standard unit effectiveness. New option available due to Egg Hatching Chamber.]
He stared at the translucent map of his home. The reception shell. The mirror corridor. The kill room that looked like a hall. The sky rings where Skyweaver and Alka would own the wind. It was good work. It still looked thin against a kingdom’s anger.
The mountain was quiet that night, the kind of quiet where even the wind seemed to hold its breath. Moonlight spilled across the jagged ridges, silvering the stone and making every shadow deeper. From this height, the desert stretched endlessly, a dark ocean of sand that had once been Miryam’s mother’s domain. Below, the distant glows of his settlement flickered faintly — forges burning, tunnels lit, life moving forward.
But here, he was alone.
The system projection hung before him in the air like a ghostly window, faintly shimmering in pale light. He had been staring at it for several minutes without reading it, lost instead in his thoughts about the battles to come. His red compound eyes reflected the shifting interface, though his mind was far away.
The soft scrape of chitin on stone broke the stillness.
"Sir, Kai," came a familiar voice. It was low, almost hesitant.
He turned slightly. Naaro was approaching from the shadows, her half-human torso bare save for the black hair that spilled over her shoulders, and her lower half — sleek, powerful ant’s body — gleaming under the moonlight. Her four legs clicked lightly against the stone as she came closer.
"What is it, Naaro?" Kai asked, watching her carefully. Her scent was warm and rich, carrying a faint trace of nervousness beneath the steady musk of a sweet flower.
She stopped a few paces away, her human face unreadable for a moment. Then she took a breath, her four legs shifting as though grounding herself.
"I came to ask you something... important," she said.
Kai tilted his head. "Go on."
"You remember... in the southern forest," she began, her voice soft, "when you mated with me and others. It was not just... pleasure. You released inside me, fully. I... carry your eggs now."
His eyes twitched slightly. "I know that.... And you told me before."
Her eyes lowered briefly before meeting him again. "There is something you don’t know. I am already carrying thousands of eggs. But they are not yet strong enough. To grow them healthy, I need more of your male essence. If you mate with me again... now... they will be ready. I want some anaconda time."
Before Kai could answer, the system’s voice flowed into his mind, calm and cold.
[Ding! System Notification: The Egg Incubation Chamber is now compatible with marked consort egg cycles. If the host mates with Naaro and releases male essence, her eggs will reach optimal maturity. Once laid, they can be hatched within one month in the chamber. Estimated output: An army scale brood.]
Kai’s eyes narrowed while he asked the system. "So if I do this... I will have an army in a month?"
[Affirmative. This brood will be strong. It will strengthen the host’s forces considerably. She got one hundred thousand eggs inside her.]
He exhaled slowly, considering. The practical part of his mind saw the strategic advantage — one hundred thousand loyal warriors children birthed in a single wave. But the other part of him saw Naaro’s face, the quiet plea in her eyes, the trust she had in him. She wasn’t just asking for the anaconda time. She was asking her man to love her. Satisfy her lust for his body.
Kai leaned forward slightly. "And if I say yes... you understand what that means? You are alone. Can you take it until the end?"
"I do," she said without hesitation. "I am yours, Sir, Kai. My body, my brood, my loyalty. All of it is for you. And... I want it to be you. No one else. F*ck me as much as you want. I will take everything. I really want a one on one night with you."
Something warm stirred inside his chest, though his expression remained composed.
"You’ll get what you’re asking for," he said at last, his voice low. "But I warn you... I will not hold back. I will not stop until I am ready to release."