Maro had never suffered like this before, he could barely move… and they didn't even offer him any alcohol…. He begged them to put on plate armour… The silk dress and their figures never stopped swaying suggestively… They knew what they were doing to him… pure torture… He would pleasure 100 amazons at the same time just to relieve it, he would never take the amazons for granted ever again…
Somehow he made it to his throne… the buzz of the King and Prophet returning caused thousands to loiter around the Fortress trying to catch a glimpse of him… not realizing how pathetic their king was right now.
Sitting on his throne, he took deep breaths and kept his eyes closed… The High Priestesses, Kadrin's wife and queen of the Dwarves… Maro forgot her name… and then Jenny as Queen consort of Gnarlo all attended.
Dozens of other officials, administrators and bureaucrats stood taking notes and watching the council meeting unfold.
Maro couldn't even look at a hairy dwarf woman without getting aroused at this point… he couldn't do this sober. He summoned all the courage he could, back straight, with full authority, he looked at the weakest looking official…some young skinny human.
"Your King and Prophet, needs whiskey, go fetch it" Maro boomed his authority across the hall.
Little did he know, everyone was instructed not to serve him until the meeting was done. The young official quivered in his boots… He was the King, he was the prophet… he was saving the order races, who was this official to refuse him… The official took one shaky step forward and his foot was immediately iced.
Maro closed his eyes in disappointment…
Katarina walked to the King, as if to say something important quietly. Maro closed his eyes as she walked up to him… He couldn't look at her sexy figure walking in the dress… as soon as she leaned in… she whispered in her sexy voice "let me help you cool down"
A tendril of ice went up his leg, slowly caressed his painful groin area and froze his junk solid… finally a little bit of relief. Maro could only nod to her in thanks.
Her magical Ice took the edge off for sure, as long as she kept the magic up, the block of Ice would not melt. He managed to finally look up at the acting council with some modicum of functionality.
"Brief me as to the events, starting from where the Triumvirate had left to go on the Goddesses mission" The crowd stirred, he was the prophet, maybe it was a holy mission.
The lie was pure blasphemy to the Women… they knew he just wanted to run away to drink and chase women… They were getting ready to mess him up… Suddenly the Goddess intervened… She had been watching, she projected her voice into his head.
"Oh baby, ummmmm… uhhhgnnnn, Maro only you could do it… please… harder" She flipped the script on him too… she was doing SSS tier asmr… He grabbed his frozen penis and fell onto the floor
"SORRY, just stop it. SORRY!" He yelled while glowing in Holy Light as he instinctively tried to heal everything wrong with him. The light made the audience gasp, aside from the Priestesses who were used to the sight.
The ladies had huge smiles… The Goddess was punishing him directly.
He took a second and composed himself… "The Goddess did not give me a mission… I Maro, along with Kadrin and Gnarlo… ran away from our responsibilities to go drinking…"
"But we have good news… we genocided a tribe of dangerous Sand Orcs… we found some like minded allies with Sailors, who would be willing to work with us… We killed hundreds of thousands of Goblins, we killed a true demon from the olden days and liberated the Last Bastion of the Dwarves…"
Cheering erupted from the crowd, the Last Bastion was a near mythical place in Dwarven legend. Dwarves stood strong fighting the siege for almost a century before they had been eliminated.
While the cheering was going strong, Maro slipped in the obligatory, "I-also-have-a-new-elite-personal-guard-made-up-of-Amazonian-women", with a whisper no one had heard him say anything.
He waved the crowd into silence
"We need to dig south… King Kadrin is clearing out an ancient underground road from Last Bastion to the Fortress, we need to meet him in the middle!" Maro got another round of cheering and applause.
Maro explained in detail the layout and size of Last Bastion, it had taken care of hundreds of thousands of Goblins, it could hold a population of almost 200k of them… helping them with the expansion issue… with the road rebuilt the two Cities could reinforce, trade and work together in safety.
It seemed to the crowd that the Trio wasted no time and actually were doing the Goddesses bidding and helping the reclamation process at the same time. He was a true Hero, he slew thousands and a True demon on top of that.
After Maro was done, the acting court briefed him…
The kingdom was getting flooded with cash, the Treasury room of the Fortress was getting full… Selling Dwarven beer and whiskey was very profitable… the Gnomish trades had established trade contracts with many Order aligned provinces…
Despite being an independent Kingdom that was growing extremely fast… they were still only an agenda item to discuss for the council of Stewards in the Unity Kingdom.
The wall was coming along extremely fast, set to be done in a couple months, especially with the Trolls and Jintha helping. In fact, taking inspiration from their King, two gnomes had tamed two younger trolls as well. Maro couldn't wait to tell Gnarlo, he would be so pissed, Gnarlo would probably try to tame 10 trolls in response.
The wall provided work and pay to any and all refugees until they could set themselves up… The Dwarven guard left behind had swelled to use up all the legacy armour and then passed that. Only the first Dwarves to give up their lives to come serve the Triumvirate got access to the ancient Ebony armour; the rest of them were made new standard steel pate armour. The Dwarven warriors numbered 3000 men when fully deployed.
His Human special forces were happy he was back, they grew as well to two hundred highly trained men… his Human Archers had swelled to 1000 men…
The word had spread… the Trio were reaping what they sewed… Rumours of a blessed new land were spreading throughout the Kingdom… People were no longer coming in the dozens anymore but in the hundreds… on a daily basis… Some small villages had completely decided to vacate and leave what they left behind to Orcs, Goblins and Beastmen.
The wall was still not done, so a Secondary protected settlement was blessed, especially one as large as the Last Bastion.
The priority now was clearing the underground road… Kadrin's wife agreed and sent a couple hundred Dwarven labourers and excavators to the tunnels to start clearing the Cave ins and debris from their end.
Now that business is settled… Maro had to escape again and planned to return when the tunnel was done.