5 Hysterical laughter

The world wasn't fair.

It never was.

Life for some, meant death for others.

The world truly-

Was not fair-

"Sigh- not good enough-" She threw the naked man on the floor-

There were four others on the floor-

Soft thud-

Two men- two women-

And now five in total.

All naked- all spent.

Locked doors, little to no light-

A hefty perfume- and the scent of spent love and fluids.

The scent of fun.

With a sigh-

The woman lit up a cig and crossed her legs sitting on the bed.

Breasts plum, nether leaking.

Yet-

Not from her juices, no.

Knock- knock-

"Albert? Come in." Her voice- sweet.

"Excuse me-"

A man came in.

Tall-

Muscular-

And definitely rugged.

He sniffed the air- looked down- and then at the woman- not flinching even once. "We're leaving."

A scar covering half of his face-

What he got it from?

No one knew.

"Already?" She whined a bit. Her hair danced a bit as she moved about-

As did her chest-

"Yes, and haven't you had enough fun?"

"Not really…" She said, giving herself a tease with a finger; spreading her legs- full on display. "Care to join me?" A wink followed by a sweet whisper-

The horrible scent in the air disappeared- replaced by a sweet- sweet smell.

The smell of delight.

And the smell of love-

"No thanks." Yet- Albert just- turned around. "Marcus and I are waiting in the lounge." Exposing those two massive axes on his back.

And-

Left.

"Too bad-" The woman licked her lips.

Getting up- putting on underwear- and then clothes.

Shower wasn't necessary- she loved her smell anyway.

She walked out of room, and made sure to walk on top of the naked spent people while she did so-

Not a single groan came out; moans did though- they were in bliss-

"Later sweeties-"

***

The lounge.

The lounge of the fallen kingdom- Borshall.

Even just a month ago this country was so prosperous-

So bountiful.

And now-

The capital devastated- hundreds of cities destroyed- thousand of villages plundered… a country of ruin.

People dying, monsters ravaging- death and disaster everywhere.

Yet, no one opposed the Overlords- at least not anymore.

After all- all who did- were no longer in this world.

And though it was a large room. There were two people here- and three foot-tables. Living foot-tables… the former royalty.

"Sorry I'm a bit late-" A woman walked in-

Golden locks, fair skin, perfect figure-

Beautiful- in her own words.

"Now that we're all here-" The team leader- spoke up. Black leather shirt- leather pants and sunglasses- even indoors. "Monica, take a seat."

"Sure- sure." She chuckled, taking a seat- and spreading her long plump legs- a short miniskirt. Stuff was definitely visible and perhaps that was intentional. "And Marc- It's VerMonica." She insisted, giving the girl under her feet a little rubbing- exactly on her groin- her bare groin…

The girl held the sound in-

Marcus, the team leader, rolled his eyes- "There's not much else to do here. So, I was her thinking we'd head over to Cerbric and kill some sea dragons."

"I don't really like getting wet-" Monica shrugged. "At least not from water, if you know what I mean…" A grin. "I don't mind going there but I'd be just staying indoors the whole time."

Meanwhile the third man- Albert didn't bother saying anything.

"I heard there are quite a few merfolk in that sea as well." Marcus explained.

"Oh?" Her interest sparked. "Then there's mermaids and mermen and-"

"And Sirens, yes-" Marcus grinned. "We should be able to level up by killing the dragons too. So, win-win."

"But don't they consider the dragons sacred and worship them?" Albert said- finally speaking up.

"Cerbric has already surrendered- so it shouldn't be an issue-" Marcus smiled. "Besides, who cares about some overgrown sea lizards anyway."

So, the decision was made.

"I'll open a portal then?" Monica said- but didn't wait for confirmation and started chanting anyway.

"Then my lord-" A meek voice came from the bottom of Marcus's feet. "I've done everything you asked me to… Would you at least spare us?"

The three royals-

Or rather former royals-

Stripped of their clothes- stripped of their status- and their pride-

Made to be just foot tables-

Ordinary foot tables-

He, the former king, had been quiet this whole time.

And there was a reason for that.

But-

"OF course-" Marcus smiled. waving his hand once-

And though the former king, queen, and princess smiled-

Their heads slowly slid off and dropped on the floor along with those horrified smiles.

blood slowly poured out- staining the ever-glistening marble floor red...

A bloodline of thirteen kings-

The bloodline of the chosen kings-

"Evil-" Monica giggled, opening a door sized portal.

"Not really-" Marcus again shrugged. "He was just getting on my nerves; besides, in what world do foot tables talk?"

Laughter-

Hysterical laugher.

"Alright then, shall we?" Monica said.

"Yes-" Marcus said, licking his lips.