A Journey That Changed The World

Archer was lying in bed, only to notice Ashoka approaching him with a knowing look in her amber eyes. However, as the Tigress got closer, he felt her body stiffen, and spotted her tail go straight as if she had just gotten a message.

”The fortress is under attack by the living husband,” she informed.

When hearing the news, he let out a determined murmur. ”Alright, time to sort this mess out.”

Rising from his seat, Archer stretched his body, cracks echoing faintly in the quiet room. Following that, he grabbed the tigress’s hand and teleported back to the real world, where they materialized on the wall.

Moments later, he quickly noticed the air was thick thanks to the cannon smoke lingering all over the ramparts. Explosions roared in the distance, their fiery bursts illuminating the night, while shouts and cries of defiance rang out from every direction.

Archer steadied himself, eyes narrowing as he surveyed the scene in front of the fortress, ready to dive into the fray and restore order to the madness. He quickly noticed the Alliance soldiers marching toward the walls as their cannons fired in the background.

A wave of Mana Shells slammed into the shield that the Draconian mages erected just as the attack began, but it was already starting to break, and cracks crossed across the surface, causing the walls to shake.

He chuckled before casting Cosmic Shield around the entire fortress that prevented the mana shells from landing. As they smashed against the barrier, a string of explosions erupted, illuminating the chaotic battlefield.

The Dragonfire Company unleashed a barrage from their heavy artillery. His gaze tracked the glowing arcs of the shells as they soared through the smoke-charged air, their trajectories cutting deadly paths against the stormy sky.

Just then, the projectiles struck the heart of the advancing enemy army. The impact was cataclysmic; each shell detonated. Archer felt the wall tremble beneath his feet, the sheer force of the blasts churning up clouds of dust.

As the enemy soldiers scrambled, their once orderly formations splintering under the onslaught, the air grew heavy with the acrid stench of scorched metal and the anguished cries of those hurt.

Yet, amidst the turmoil, the Thunderbolt Throwers roared to life once more, the mechanical bellows echoing like the wrath of a vengeful storm. They hurled another salvo of projectiles, each one arcing through the sky.

Archer’s eyes were tracking the fiery trails of the missiles as they carved deadly paths through the enemy ranks and war machines. Moments later, they slammed into the heart of the still-marching enemy forces, despite their losses, pressed forward.

Each impact sent shockwaves rippling through the army, the ground quaking. Fountains of dirt and debris erupted where the shells landed, shredding the enemy’s cohesion and sowing panic among their lines.

Archer’s jaw tightened, and his mind raced as he calculated their next move. Following that, the Alliance’s ranks struggled to regroup amidst the craters, smoldering wreckage left by the artillery.

But before they could reform their lines, a new terror surged from the shadowed fringes of the battlefield. A seething stream of Giant Nightmare Ants appeared from the hiding places he had ordered them to hide in.

Their obsidian carapaces glinted like polished armor under the intermittent flashes of explosions. The monsters quickly charged, their mandibles snapping with bone-crushing force as they descended upon the remaining enemy soldiers.

Archer watched as the ants tore into the disorganized ranks, razor-sharp jaws slicing through armor and flesh alike. Screams of terror pierced the night as soldiers flailed helplessly, their weapons useless against the swarm’s overwhelming numbers.

The ground churned under the ants’ scuttling legs, a writhing mass of black death that left only devastation in its wake. Some enemies tried to flee, stumbling over the broken terrain, but the ants were merciless, dragging them down into the chaos.

Thanks to having millions of creatures in the colony, he was able to send a never-ending wave toward the Alliance. The soldiers didn’t stand a chance as the ants’ mandibles tore through their flesh, causing blood to fly everywhere.

Archer couldn’t help but smile as he turned to Ashoka, who stared at the scene with wide eyes. ”You’re truly amazing, Arch,” she muttered in amazement. ”I can’t believe how many monsters you have in that Domain of yours.”

He chuckled before hugging the Tigress and teleporting them to his room in the Domain. It was now empty as he sent Inara and Maeve to their beds. Once inside, he waved his hand while casting Cleanse over the sheets.

When Ashoka saw this, a naughty smile appeared on her pretty face. ”Planning to put a cub in my belly, husband?” she seductively asked.

His violet eyes darkened. ”Careful what you wish for, love,” he murmured.

Archer closed the distance between them, his hands finding the woman’s waist as he pulled her into a searing kiss, their lips crashing together with a hunger that mirrored the intensity of the battlefield they’d left behind.

Ashoka responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pressed herself closer, a soft growl vibrating in her throat. He spun her around, her back now flush against his chest, her curves fitting perfectly against him.

He leaned in, his lips grazing her sensitive ear as he whispered. ”Let’s see how much trouble you can handle.”

Gently but firmly, he guided her forward, bending her over the edge of the bed, hands bracing against the furs. Her tail flicked upward, brushing against his chest, and she let out a soft, mischievous laugh that sent a thrill through him.

Archer’s hands lingered on her hips, fingers tracing the contours of her body, savoring every inch of her. He slid his palms up, following the curve of her waist. Ashoka’s skin was warm, even through the thin fabric, and he could feel the tremor beneath his fingertips.

His hands roamed higher, gliding over the muscles of her back, his thumbs brushing along the ridge of her spine. When he heard this, it only spurred him on, his touch growing bolder as he explored the familiar yet endlessly captivating landscape of her form.

He leaned forward, pressing himself closer, his chest against her back as his hands slid around to her front. The fabric of her tunic was soft but slightly rough from the day His hands wandered upward, his touch slow and reverent, as if committing every curve to memory.

Ashoka’s breath hitched, her body arching slightly into his touch, her tail flicking against his side in a playful nudge, making him smile. ”Arch,” she whispered.

The Tiger woman’s amber eyes were half-lidded, her lips curved into that wicked smile that never failed to unravel him. He responded by letting out a low growl, his lips brushing against her neck, planting a trail of slow kisses along it.

Her scent, wild and earthy, tinged with the faint musk of battle and a sweet undertone, filled his senses, intoxicating him further. Archer’s hands continued their exploration, sliding upward to cup the fullness of her breasts through her dress.

The fabric was thin enough that he could feel the warmth and softness beneath, and he took his time, his thumbs brushing lightly over the curves, teasing her with the gentlest of touches.

Ashoka’s breath quickened, body shifting slightly as she pressed herself back against him, a soft moan escaping her lips. ”Mmmmmghh~~.”

The sound was like a spark to kindling, igniting a deeper hunger inside. His fingers found her nipples, and he paused, savoring the way her body responded to his touch, a subtle arch of her back, a quickened pulse beneath his hands.

Archer pinched gently, rolling them between his fingers with just enough pressure to draw a sharp gasp from her. The sound was music to his ears, a mix of surprise and pleasure that made his blood run hotter.

He repeated the motion, firmer this time, his touch confident but careful, attuned to every change in her breathing, every subtle movement of her body as she let out an erotic moan. ”Mmmghh~~ Ughhh~~.”

Ashoka’s tail lashed more urgently now, brushing against his legs, and she let out a low, throaty laugh that was equal parts delight and challenge. ”You’re playing dirty, husband,” she purred, her hips shifting slightly as she pressed herself closer to him.

Archer’s grin turned feral at her words, his pulse hammering as her teasing laugh fueled the fire in his gut. Her hips pressed closer, grinding against him with roll that made his cock twitch in his trousers.

”Wicked, huh?” he growled. ”You ain’t seen nothing yet, wife.”

His hands slid down her sides, fingers digging into the soft curve of her hips as he yanked her flush against him, feeling the heat radiating off her skin. Her tail flicked harder, brushing his thighs, and he could feel the restless energy thrumming through her.

Archer leaned in, lips grazing her fluffy ear, his breath hot and heavy. ”Gonna make you squirm, darling.”