Midna: Indeed, and when we have enough forces built up we can turn to rebuilding the tower and reuniting the other three minion tribes. Y/n: So the more farm animals we butcher the more minions I get, sounds like quite a bargain. Taking the sleeping minion into your lap you let her head, awakening her as she melted into your grip. And in return you found yourself attached to the goblin like girls. It still took some getting used to the utter worship they had for you, but every day you rebelled more and more in the attention of your minions, their worshiping behavior and blushing faces fueling your pride. As you pondered Midna's words you idly noticed the rapt awe that your minions looked at you with, their locked on your skimpily clad form. Hearing her words you leaned back against the trunk of the willow tree, breasts jiggling with each breath. We use this energy to conjure more minions and as fuel for the high pinnacles of arcane arts. As the overlord your mere presence forces the energy to manifest in tangible state, prime to be absorbed into your being and then funneled back into the tower heart through you. Midna: Life Force is as it says, the energy of souls and life. You moaned at the feeling, your pussy moistening as you felt the swell of power grow in your body before dissipating. Midna smirked playfully while the minions arrived with the spheres of energy miasma, your subordinates pushed the energy against you and before you could react it began to absorb itself into your body. Y/n: K, pretend I don't know what that is because I only got this job two days ago Midna: We're collecting life force my liege, a vital part of raising your armed forces. A spherical miasma arising from the animal carcass as the minions cheered and began scooping up the energy in their arms and running in your direction. Your minion overseer giggled to herself as she laid seductively on the branch and gestured to a group of minions beating a dead horse.
Y/n: Hey Midna, mind telling me again why were slaughtering the sheep and cows? A ruffle in the branches caught your attention, making you turn and see Midna who had manifested in the shadows of the branches. Lazily you rubbed her head, causing your little subordinate to coo in her sleep. Leaning against your leg, cuddling it adorably was one of your minions, tired and napping from the long day of chasing and beating random farm animals to death. It had been a couple days since your ascent to Overlady, and you can firmly state you thought being an evil tyrant would be more exciting. Your plump ass was firmly sat upon an old stump beside a shady willow tree, giving you a good view of your band of minions while you took a breather.
#OVERLORD RAISING HELL FARMING LIFEFORCE SKIN#
A cool breeze rocked the branches fo the tree you sat under, the cooling gale feeling splendid on the copious amount of skin your armor left revealed.
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