Chapter 58: Mating In Orc Culture *

Leon and others arrived at Elara’s tailor shop.

At present, Pooland had left.

Nyxia was watching over Cynthia for any kind of potential mishap.

At the dinner table, Leon was hugging Elara and soothing her. "I am sorry."

Leon was prepared for the outburst Elara would cause. But surprisingly, she took the information quite well. It seemed like the years of loneliness had whetted her mind.

Yet she felt weirdness when thinking of an orc becoming her husband’s new wife.

"It’s fine. It is your choice, and I know you can never make a mistake in your choice." Elara rested her head on Leon’s chest and hugged her man tightly.

Leon kissed Elara and dived into her neck. "I am so fortunate to have you as my wife. I love you so much."

"I love you too." Elara tilted her neck a little to let her man eat the favorite part of her body.

The reason for Elara taking this event calmly was because the fire of revenge still took over most of her emotion. If it meant her enemy could suffer, she could accept it.

Afterwards, Leon and Elara removed each other’s clothes, indulging in each other’s bodies. He had to give special attention to his first wife tonight.

The next day.

The sun was hanging above everyone’s head, emitting its scorching heat today.

Leon and Cynthia walked out of the Asterhold Marriage Registry Hall.

They were now officially married, adding another member to his harem.

Leon thought he could stall her and make her blurt out some information, but one thing he forgot. Cynthia has roamed with humans for a long time, so she knows many human customs now.

So she urged him in the morning, and he couldn’t stall her, as he needed the information, and so did others.

However, another thing happened that he almost forgot about.

He received the system notification after marrying Cynthia, and it added a few more things.

[Detected the host has taken in MILF from other races.]

[Host’s love and dedication of the system’s default setting.]

[System setting is updated.]

[Now the system will count MILF from every race.]

[Congratulations on hunting an Adept-Rank MILF.]

[Congratulations, you have taken down an Adept Rank MILF.]

[You have earned +1000 EXP.]

[You have got the rare talent—Magic and Force are the Same.]

[Magic and Force Are the Same: Your physical strength will be the same as your magical rank.]

The moment he received the talent, he felt an unknown force infiltrating his body. His muscles tightened, his tendons strengthened, his stamina increased, his skin hardened, and his figure became even more perfect.

Along with his physical and magical strength, Leon was hit by a sudden relaxation. He felt the world was more amazing than he was in heaven.

’What a wonderful feeling!’ Leon exclaimed inwardly. ’Is this physical Adept-Rank? My body now feels like a warm machine. With magic and physical strength, I can stomp anyone of the same rank with ease.’

Also, Cynthia’s character page also appeared.

[Wife: Cynthia Ashborne

Rank: Adept

Race: Orc

Skills: Heavy Charge, Force Palm, Club Technique, Art of Breeding

Items: None]

No one would have prepared Leon for the last skill on Cynthia. Orcs didn’t have to create skills all by themselves; they can learn anything their predecessor left behind. So this was mostly likely learned by Cynthia, and from how their society acted, this might be mandatory to learn for every woman.

With all of this new addition, Leon had increased his strength and more ways to get stronger. However, this also boosted his sexual prowess, which was already strong to begin. Especially Cynthia, who was infatuated with him.

They were taking a private carriage home. Cynthia was already fallen for Leon, and his increase in physical prowess made her even crazier, as this was the primary component for the orc woman’s choice in man.

Cynthia was glued tightly to him, rubbing his pulsating cock underneath his pants and kissing him hypnotized.

Cynthia was in her orc form, wanting her love for her man in her true form.

Leon wrapped his right arm around Cynthia and his left arm, massaging her giant tits. He said to her, "Not now; there are people here."

"But I want it." Cynthia pleaded with a pitiful tone. Her fingers were slowly unzipping his pants.

"Woman, you are old. You can’t act like a young bitch in heat." Leon slapped Cynthia’s ass and squeezed it hard.

Instead of pain, Cynthia wiggled her butt in joy. "I might be 62 years old, but I am in heat."

Leon’s eyes widened a little surprise, as this was his first time, knowing Cynthia’s age. "What is your maximum lifespan?"

"In our race, Mortal-Rank can live up to 200 years, Apprentice-Rank 400 years, Adept-Rank 800 years, and so on and so forth. In short, it doubles in every rank." Cynthia asked after some thought, her finger yet to stop exposing Leon’s cock.

’Double the normal lifespan of humans!’ Leon was amazed. A human at Mortal-Rank could live up to 100 years, and it doubles from then on. ’Having the same birth rate as humans yet living longer than them on average, no wonder we are enemies.’

Leon leaned backwards a little and pushed his hips upwards. So that when she opens up his treasure, she can enjoy it properly.

He asked as he pushed down her cloth to have her green nipples be open for him to consume. "But you didn’t tell me why you are in heat?"

"Mhm~" Cynthia whimpered in joy, feeling her man’s mouth on her nipple, enjoying her milk. "In our race, if a woman starts lactating, it means she is ready to be bred. She wouldn’t stop lactating until she had given birth and had her child grow. Just like me, your wife."

Leon stopped drinking milk and looked at Cynthia with wonder. "So, that is why you were lactating. How many years have you been lactating?"

A trace of sadness appeared on Cynthia’s face. She answered while putting her nipple right back at Leon’s salivating mouth. "I have been lactating for 43 years."

Cynthia’s answer resulted in Leon sucking her milk out even more intensely.