Dark Destruction God Series

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[Collection] Dark Destruction God of Lust Series
Dark Destruction God of Lust: Savage Rape

Author: diablo
Published: 2004/05/14 on: Love Sea

I strode down the dark, damp corridor, the stench of decay hitting me and making me frown. In my
entire life of battle, although I had experienced environments a hundred times worse, this evil smell was always
unpleasant.

The narrow corridor turned a little further ahead, and a warrior's intuition told me that
danger lurked behind the corner. I gripped my battle axe tightly, a feeling of excitement rising within me. From birth, battle had been a part of my
life ; only in battle could I find pleasure.

My name is Chaos, and I am a savage.

I finally reached the corner, and the sense of danger grew stronger. I could even smell
the stench emanating from the Dark Rogues. Taking a deep breath, my blood surged, and I charged
forward.

"Clang..."

My left shield easily blocked a javelin, but the Dark Rogue wielding the spear staggered
backward . The other three Dark Rogues quickly formed an attack formation, their three spears
thrusting at me from three cunning angles.

I let out a long laugh, lunged forward, and in the blink of an eye, dodged the spears thrusting from both sides. With a swift upward slash of
my right parried a spear aimed directly at me, then swung it forward with tremendous force,
cleaving the Dark Rogue in two with a resounding "thud."

Two bloody halves of the corpse lay before me, and the Dark Rogue I had just knocked back
charged at me again, spear in hand.

I whirled around; the two Dark Rogues behind me were hastily retracting their spears, preparing for a second
attack . Of course, I wouldn't give them that chance. My giant axe, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound,
slashed out in a wide arc from right to left.

Two strange "crack, crack" sounds rang out as the heavy, sharp axe blade seemingly swept effortlessly across the bodies of the two Dark
Rogues , cleaving them in two. At the same time, a sharp pain shot through my lower back. I swiftly
spun around, the sharp tip of my spear grazing my waist, leaving a stinging sensation.

In the blink of an eye, I was facing the Dark Rogue again, but this time I was inches away from it,
its spear posing no threat whatsoever. Looking at the bewildered expression on its mangled face,
I grinned at it, and my left hand slammed the shield down mercilessly on the hideous face before me.

With a muffled thud, faintly mixed with the sound of bones shattering, the last Dark Rogue finally flew
out intact, but unfortunately, when it hit the wall and bounced back down, it was still a bloody mess.

I let out a sigh of relief and sheathed my shield. My waist still ached slightly, but I knew very well that
the shot I had just fired hadn't caused any real damage.
The toughened couldn't be harmed by a hasty, inaccurate thrust.

"Almost there," I said to myself. I couldn't remember which floor of the tower we were on, but
the dark Rogues I'd just defeated were clearly much stronger than those I'd encountered before; they must be the evil Countess's
personal guards.

The awakening of the Dark Destroyer had brought an incredibly powerful dark force to this world, along with countless
deaths. The souls of the murdered not only failed to find peace but were instead controlled by the dark forces, becoming accomplices in the spread of
darkness . The evil Countess, who resided in this tower, was a
female demon who had murdered countless lives and controlled the souls of countless victims. And I was here to destroy her.

Of course, I wasn't so noble or foolish as to think I could save the world single-handedly. I simply enjoy
fighting , and I've heard there's a lot of treasure and magical equipment in the Countess's hiding place—something
incredibly appealing to an adventurer like me.

After walking a while, another hidden door appeared before me, an entrance to another level. I held my shield
diagonally in front of me and walked towards the entrance.

Everything went dark, and then I found myself in a new stone chamber. There was no attack, so I relaxed and
continued forward.

As soon as I stepped out of the chamber, a group of small demons appeared before me, brandishing short blades and
screaming as they charged at me. I couldn't help but sigh; these little things were truly annoying. Of course, the most annoying
ones were still behind me.

I bent low and charged forward, plunging straight into the horde of demons. Short blades slashed at my body,
causing only a slight sting, barely leaving a white mark on my skin. I casually
swung my great axe around, screams erupting as I felled countless small demons, yet the
number of demons surrounding me didn't decrease; the horde remained densely packed.

"Where the damned wizard is hiding?"

I struggled forward, my eyes scanning every corner. Each group of small demons was
led by a demon wizard, who usually didn't join the battle but instead hid at a distance, constantly resurrecting the slain
demons. These little demons, though weak and easily defeated,
are impossible to eradicate thanks to the resurrection of the evil wizard. The only way to eliminate them is to kill the evil wizard who leads them;
otherwise, they will only exhaust me to death.

Stepping over the corpses beneath my feet, I slowly advanced, finally
finding . Holding a staff blazing with fire, the creature was chanting in my direction.

Seemingly realizing I had spotted him, the evil wizard swung his staff, and a fireball
shot from its tip towards me.

"Damn!"

I hadn't expected his reaction to be so quick. In my haste, I could only swerve to the side, and the fireball struck
my left shoulder with a whoosh. A strong burning sensation shot through my shoulder. I knew the injury wasn't serious, but a few more hits would be
unbearable .

I jerked to my feet, casually swatting away several small demons around me. The demon wizard had already
swung his staff , shooting out several more fireballs.

Watching the fireballs fly towards me, I roared, suddenly bracing my feet and leaping into the air.
My eyes swept past the horde of demons at my feet, and I swiftly appeared above the demon wizard. While still in mid-air, I swung my great axe down
at the demon wizard, using the momentum of my fall.

"Through the air! Slash!"

With a shout, the demon wizard was finished. I turned and
swung my axe again at the swarming lesser demons.

This time, no one will resurrect you.

Carrying my blood-soaked axe, I stormed into a stone chamber. Hey, the ground was covered in glittering gold coins—
quite a lot! Looking around to make sure there were no enemies, I lowered my shield and crouched down
to collect the coins.

As I held the gold coins, a sudden unease washed over me. In an instant, I realized something:
the ceiling!

A sharp gust of wind came from above, and from the sound alone, I knew it was a destructive
blow. In my haste, I lunged forward, a sharp pain shooting through my back, followed by a sticky sensation.

I rolled several times on the ground before finally standing up. My gaze fell upon a
woman standing where I had been standing.

Long, jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and a light suit of armor shimmering with an eerie blue light encased her curvaceous
body . Full breasts, shapely hips, a slender waist, long legs, and a bewitching face—
unlike the bloodied and mangled Dark Rogues, this woman was unexpectedly beautiful.

I was slightly taken aback to see such a beautiful woman here, then remembered the
imposing , and a chill ran down my spine.

"You're the Evil Countess?"

I sized her up, subtly tightening my muscles to control the pain in my back.

"Not bad," the woman said, slowly swinging her small axe, still stained with blood. "To be able to
enter this Tower of Forgotten Things and come straight to my residence, you're certainly no ordinary person."

"You're welcome,"

I replied casually. The wound on my back seemed to still be bleeding, but it was under control. I needed to
finish this quickly, otherwise, even with my constitution, I wouldn't be able to withstand the continued blood loss.

In that instant, I understood the Countess's motive for standing there and speaking to me. I cursed her inwardly
as I gathered my strength. The countess seemed to sense my movement, her gaze turning cold.

The next moment, she was in front of me, her small axe cleaving towards my neck. Having lost my shield, I
had to step back, creating distance before raising my large axe to block the attack.

"Whoosh!"

The axe missed its target. This woman clearly didn't want to compete with me in strength; with a nimble twist of her wrist, the small axe changed
trajectory, cleaving diagonally towards my ribs.

"Damn it!"

I cursed inwardly, forced to take another step back. This woman's skill was beyond my expectations; a
quick victory didn't seem so easy.

In the following exchanges, I was at a disadvantage because I dared not move too forcefully, lest I aggravate the wound on my back, and was
forced into a chaotic struggle. After retreating several steps, she still managed to strike me on the shoulder with another axe blow.

I retreated hastily to a distance, and seeing the Countess's smug smile, a surge of anger
rose could no longer concern myself with my wounds; I had to use advanced combat skills.

"In the name of the hero Chaos, I beseech the supreme divine power, the resurrection of the wrathful spirits!"

As I chanted, a powerful force surged from the depths
of my　　 body. Simultaneously, my mind was controlled by a violent will 　　; I became a berserker.

"Waaaaaahh ... I offered no resistance, letting the axe blade leave several wounds on my body. A berserker is a warrior unaffected by pain or fear; their body and mind are invincible. 　　With a clang, the countess's small axe was finally knocked from my hand. Before she could even cry out, I had already tackled her to the ground. 　　Looking at the beautiful body beneath me, my animalistic instincts erupted uncontrollably. My hands ripped wildly at the countess's body, tearing off her light armor. 　　"Ah…" 　　the countess screamed in terror, her limbs flailing wildly as she struggled desperately. However, before my immense and unparalleled strength, her struggles were utterly meaningless. 　　Her hands pounded against my body, even pulling at my wounds. Unfortunately, I felt no pain anymore, and the sight of blood flowing from my wounds only fueled my excitement. 　　"Roar…" 　　In the struggle, I finally ripped off the countess's clothes, revealing . Her smooth, full breasts, though bound by armor, still stood erect; now, freed, they swayed precariously with her movements, her purplish-red nipples hardening slightly in the damp air. 　　Her skin was smooth and delicate, supposedly from constantly bathing in blood. Her slender yet powerful waist was twisting desperately, and her round buttocks swayed from side to side. 　　I grabbed her two tightly pressed thighs and spread them apart. The countess let out a cry of pain, her mysterious place between her legs now fully open to me. Hidden by sparse hair, two pink labia were tightly closed , revealing only a line of bright red in the center. As the countess spread her legs apart, her labia parted slightly, revealing a small protrusion. 　　To be honest, I had no intention of appreciating the sight before me. Now that the door was open, there was no need to wait any longer. I pressed the countess's thighs down with my knees and unfastened my lower garment. 　　"Ahhhhh!" 　　The countess screamed again as she struggled violently. Before her stood a massive penis, far larger than she had ever imagined. The fully erect shaft was bulging with bulging veins, and the glans was larger than her fist . 　　"As thick as a child's arm?" 　　No way, could a child have such a thick arm? 　　Amidst the countess's screams, I thrust my enormous penis into her slightly parted opening.

"No...please...please..."

Faced with such a tremendous threat, the she-devil finally uttered a weak plea to me, but unfortunately, I had already lost
control of myself; it was all her own doing.

The enormous glans parted the two fleshy labia and sank into the fleshy opening, feeling immense
resistance .

I forcefully spread the countess's legs almost in a straight line and thrust downwards with all my might, regardless of the consequences.

"..."

This time there was no scream. With my berserker-like strength, the massive rod ignored all
resistance and pierced all the way in. Even the female warriors in the tribe, who were almost as strong as me, couldn't withstand such impact,
let alone the countess before me. As soon as the rod entered, she immediately fainted.

"Heave-ho, heave-ho..."

I was only following my own desires, completely ignoring her reaction. I pressed my
body tightly against hers and began to thrust my hips up and down, my massive penis pumping in and out of her vagina like a pile driver. Her

disproportionately small vagina was no match for such a huge thing. The vaginal walls gripped the shaft tightly, enduring
the intense friction. In just a few thrusts, the shaft was already stained with bright red blood. As the thick shaft was withdrawn,
the Countess's vaginal flesh was pulled out, and drops of blood dripped onto the floor of the stone chamber...

Under this violent impact, the Countess gradually awoke, a look of pain on her face. It seems her
physique is quite good; in my past experience, many women have died from my rapes.

Unfortunately, this isn't good for her, only causing her more pain.

"Huff, huff..."

I let out a beastly roar, and the countess opened her eyes. Gone was
the ruthlessness and confidence she had when we first met; her eyes were filled with pain and pleading.

"Ugh..."

Her small mouth opened slightly, but before she could speak, I reached out and firmly pressed her mouth shut. The countess
grabbed my arm and shook me, but she wouldn't budge. The stone chamber was filled with heavy breathing
, low growls , and faint groans. Besides these, there were the sounds of intense flesh colliding. A while later,
several more sounds of bones breaking rang out…

I don't know how much time passed before I finally regained my senses from the frenzy. Before me lay a gruesome body.
The arms and legs were unnaturally twisted, and between the wide-open thighs, a disproportionately
gaping oozed thick, sticky blood. The once smooth, delicate body was now covered in horrific
wounds. On the pale face, a pair of lifeless eyes stared blankly, utterly devoid of life.

The Countess had been raped to death by me.

I wasn't surprised; it was the inevitable outcome. At the same time, I felt the pain in my body and involuntarily
grimaced. It's alright now . I've already eliminated the Countess. After dealing with her a bit more, I can use a return scroll to return to the camp. 　　　　　　　　　　　Akara
will naturally heal my wounds.

I forced myself to stand up and began to collect my spoils. More battles await
me in the future, but I don't care. Because I am a savage. ( Author: diablo, May 23, 2004, Published on: Erotic Coastline, Layout: zcx421) 　　"I will reward you for completely eradicating the monsters in the evil cave." 　　Akara's gentle and pleasant voice rang in my ears. I gripped my longsword tightly and continued the tedious search , groping my way forward in the gloomy, dark cave. 　　I searched intently for the enemy's tracks, every nerve in my body taut. It wasn't fear of their laughable attacks, but rather the fear of letting any lurking enemies slip through my fingers. Akara's mission for me was to eliminate all the enemies within the cave; if even one monster escaped, the mission wouldn't be complete. 　　Of course, I wasn't after Akara's reward. Destroying evil was my innate duty. 　　My name is Fan, and I am a paladin. 　　The monsters in the cave were mostly low-level zombies and small demon hordes—utterly insignificant to a proper paladin . What's annoying is that the cave is incredibly dark, and the lesser demons scatter after their leader dies. As for the zombies, they're so slow I feel sorry for them; they're too easy to miss. Finding and eliminating these monsters hiding in the darkness one by one is incredibly time-consuming. 　　"Got it!" 　　A faint, hoarse growl came from ahead, accompanied by a soft rustling sound. I knew it was some zombies, and there must be quite a few of them. 　　I immediately perked up. I'd already eliminated quite a few monsters along the way, and it felt like this cave was nearing its end. The final enemy was likely just ahead, and my mission would be almost complete. 　　Carefully navigating around a large, obstructing rock, my vision suddenly opened up. A zombie radiating an eerie blue light stared at me from afar with its blood-red eyes, surrounded by a group of ordinary zombies. Its blue light wasn't particularly intense, but it was strikingly conspicuous in the darkness, sending chills down my spine. 　　"Gotcha!" 　　I thought to myself, secretly pleased. This unusual zombie was likely the source of the dark power within this evil cave. 　　As a paladin, I couldn't allow such a demonic creature with malevolent magic to continue existing here. 　　"Blessing of the God of War, protection of divine power..." 　　I chanted the battle incantation softly, a faint white light emanating from the surface of my left-hand shield, greatly . Simultaneously, I activated my protective aura, a pale blue halo appearing around me. 　　Activating two defensive skills in quick succession—my caution was not without reason. Zombie attacks are purely physical ; defense is crucial in their battles. The zombie before me clearly possessed immense power, and before understanding its true strength, it was best to avoid trouble rather than seek victory. 　　Having prepared for battle, I slowly stepped forward. The blue-glowing zombie stood still , but the surrounding zombies had already begun to slowly approach me. 　　Although both sides moved slowly, we were gradually getting closer. The two zombies in front...

The zombies stretched out their stiff hands and lunged at me.

Protected by the aura of my guardian spirit, I paid no heed to their attacks, not even shifting my feet to
dodge . My reinforced shield easily blocked the attack of the left-hand zombie, and my right hand swung its longsword powerfully,
slashing several times at the right-hand zombie in the blink of an eye. After the right-hand zombie fell, I followed up with a strike on
the left-hand zombie.

"Frenzied Assault" is a common combat skill used by paladins when facing sieges, allowing them to launch a series of attacks on
the enemy , while also protecting those around them. In this situation, this
skill proved extremely useful.

The two zombies in front were cut down the moment I made contact. Before the zombies behind could even react, I took
a few large steps and charged into their midst, my sword raining down upon them.

"Thud, thud..."

The sound of blades cutting through flesh rang incessantly in my ears as zombies fell one after another before me. Their
sharp claws were either deflected by my shield or repelled by the spiritual energy surrounding me.

The number of zombies around me dwindled, but I felt no pity whatsoever, continuing to wield my longsword.
These monsters were utterly unworthy of mercy.

When the last zombie fell, I finally stopped. Only the blue-glowing zombie remained before me.

It had several small wounds; even the protection of spiritual energy wasn't foolproof. While confronting the blue-glowing
zombie switched my protective spiritual energy, transforming my defensive aura into a healing one.

The wounds gradually stopped bleeding and began to heal, and I breathed a sigh of relief. The zombie opposite me clearly
noticed this and finally couldn't resist approaching me.

"It's too late to act now,"

I smiled slightly, watching it approach with confidence.

"Whoosh!" Its ghostly claw swung up, creating a gust of wind.

I hurriedly raised my shield and charged forward, determined to test its strength.

A resounding clang echoed, and I felt a slight numbness in my left hand, involuntarily taking a half-step back, but feeling
completely reassured. This thing was strong, but I was certain I could withstand it.

"Thud," my right hand swung the longsword, striking it with incredible speed, only to bounce back with a jolt.
This thing's body was unexpectedly sturdy.

I was secretly surprised, and while fending off its attacks, I once again channeled my spiritual energy.

The protective aura turned red, and immense power surged within me.

"Thud," the sound of a blade slicing through flesh rang out again, the longsword piercing deep into its body, before I pulled it out with a
forceful tug. With a long howl, I unleashed "Frenzied Assault" once more. Enhanced with increased attack power, the blue
zombie's body could no longer withstand my longsword, quickly being hacked to pieces. After a sharp screech, it collapsed,
unable to rise.

"It's over."

I sheathed my sword, suddenly noticing the darkness within the cave gradually dissipating, several soft rays of light shooting
down from above.

"Evil vanquished, darkness recedes."

At that moment, I confirmed I had completed the mission, a surge of joy filling my heart. I casually opened a return scroll.
A portal of light and shadow appeared before me, and I stepped through.

"Akara, I'm back."

A flash of light, and I was back at the Rogue Encampment, Akara's tent not far away.

Akara, dressed in a purple nun's robe, stood leisurely outside the tent, her long, glossy
black hair cascading over her shoulders. A sweet smile bloomed on her beautiful face as she nodded slightly to me. I
bowed slightly and returned the smile; in that instant, all the hardship felt worthwhile.

"Miss Akara," I knelt down beside her, taking her outstretched hand and gently kissing it,
"the evil cave has regained its light, and all the demons have been vanquished."

"Congratulations," Akara said softly, "brave and noble paladin Fane, you have proven
your worth to God. Now, I will fulfill the promise I made. Come with me."

I rose and followed her into the tent, and as I looked up, Akara turned around, undressing before me.

"Ah, Miss Akara," I exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing?"

"Don't be surprised, this is a reward from God."

Akara's face was solemn as she slowly said, "You have even more arduous tasks
to complete in the future. After you have intercourse with me, you will gain skill enhancements. Remember, this is
a gift ."

"Just a gift from God?"

Hearing her words, I stood there stunned, feeling a faint pang of sorrow in my heart.

The purple robe fell down, and Akara continued to unbutton her close-fitting undergarments. In a moment, a voluptuous and smooth, beautiful
body appeared naked before my eyes. Her snow-white, alabaster skin was tinged with a rosy blush, and her plump, fair
body displayed beautiful curves. Her round, soft breasts stood high on her chest, topped with two
alluring nipples. Below was a smooth abdomen, and at the juncture of her full, fair thighs, a thicket of fuzzy black
hair grew, and a thin slit of pinkish-red flesh ran through the full, slightly protruding flesh.

Gazing at this divinely perfect body, I was momentarily stunned. Male desire surged rapidly from
my groin , and the metal plates of my armor, blocking my abdomen, arched slightly. This was not unfamiliar to me;
paladins were not averse to desire.

Akara clearly saw my reaction. A slight blush appeared on her holy face as she said in a sweet voice,
"Come on, don't hesitate, this is God's will."

"Thank God..."

I finally "submitted" to God's will and began to remove my armor. A moment later, I returned to
my original state, a proud and erect penis protruding from my crotch, pointing directly at Akara.

"In the name of God, Sister Akara and Paladin Fane are about to engage in sacred union..."

Akara chanted aloud, closing her eyes devoutly. I silently repeated after her, then stepped towards
the incredibly alluring body before me.

I reached out and pulled Akara into my arms. Her skin was soft and delicate to the touch, as if boneless. Akara's
eyes remained tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. With a soft "sigh," she collapsed into my embrace.

I forcefully pushed her to the ground, one hand gripping her slender waist, the other exploring her undulating
body . Akara's body writhed restlessly beneath me,
occasionally arching upwards, her soft breasts heaving and swaying, the two bright red nipples shimmering
and pulsating before my eyes.

I opened my mouth and took one of the pulsating nipples into my mouth, gently biting and sucking, while rubbing my slightly bearded
chin against her soft flesh. Akara's body trembled even more violently, her slightly parted lips
emitting suppressed moans, her full, long thighs clamping tightly together, her round buttocks
swaying from side to side beneath me.

I knew this beautiful, holy nun was ultimately overcome with lust. Taking advantage of the moment,
I slid , past her smooth abdomen and the hairy, dark thicket, and explored between her tightly pressed legs.

With a little pressure, my hand slipped between her legs and slowly moved to Akara's alluring entrance. A
sticky , slippery sensation made me smile slightly. I inserted my fingers into her fleshy opening and began to probe
and rotate them within her smooth vulva. The tender flesh of her vaginal walls immediately contracted, tightly gripping my fingers, responding with spasms.

"Ah...no, don't..." Akara finally couldn't help but let out a soft, seductive moan, her tightly closed eyes
slightly opening, her gaze brimming with desire.

"Then please open your legs, Miss," I whispered in her glistening, rounded ear.

Akara gave a soft "Mmm," opened her tightly closed legs, and suddenly whispered, "In
the name , Fan, enter me."

"You..."

I felt a surge of anger rising from the bottom of my heart. I also believe in the true God, but Akara, you are clearly
already in love with me, why do you still use the name of God to hide your feelings?

A bitter feeling welled up inside me, I brought my penis between Akara's legs, pressed it against her two swollen, full labia, and
pushed it into the crevice between her labia with force.

"Mmm..." Akara let out a soft moan, then reservedly closed her mouth, letting me
thrust .

Akara's tight, tender vaginal opening, the soft yet elastic walls of her vagina gripping my
penis . As my penis continued to penetrate deeper, the warm, tender flesh contracted and writhed in waves, like countless
tiny, living hands rubbing and squeezing against the surface of my penis. The indescribable feeling of comfort almost made me ejaculate instantly
, startling me into stopping abruptly.

After regaining my composure, I breathed a sigh of relief and began to gently move my penis in and out of her vagina.

Akara lay beneath me with her limbs spread wide, silently enduring everything, appearing so calm,
as if were truly just fulfilling a task entrusted to her by God. Seeing this, however, I felt a surge of desire.

"Akara, I'm going to show you true pleasure."

A thought rose in my mind as I secretly made up my mind. I cupped Akara's buttocks with both hands, letting her
legs wrap around my waist. My penis twisted slightly inside her vagina before thrusting straight forward.

"Plop,"

Akara's body trembled as I thrust all the way in. My penis had already thrust into her vagina more than
a dozen times. Letting out a soft breath, I pulled my penis back, then thrust forward again, another dozen
thrusts.

"Ah...ah, you, you used..." Akara, her body limp from my thrusts, gasped and reached out
to grab my arms, wanting to speak, but unable to utter a word. 　　I used the

"Frenzied Attack" skill on my penis. With each thrust, my penis could pump in and out of Akara's vagina more than a dozen times at an incredibly fast pace—a frequency no one could imagine. 　　"You, ah...so, so good..." 　　Under my passionate onslaught, Akara gradually began to respond enthusiastically twisting her hips and thrusting her lower body to meet my movements. Her response further stimulated me, and I thrust into her with all my might, shouting, "Akara, I love you." 　　"I...love you too!" 　　Akara finally let go of her reserve, her beautiful eyes revealing undisguised affection as she uttered these words that filled me with ecstasy . 　　My attack at this point could only be described as a "storm," each normal thrust accompanied by dozens of violent sprints. The tip of my penis relentlessly pounded against the soft flesh at the bottom of her vagina, driving Akara to the brink of ecstasy. Streams of nectar gushed from her vagina, quickly soaking our joined bodies. 　　"No, I can't take it anymore..." 　　After a long and intense assault, Akara's body seemed to have lost all its strength, collapsing limply. Her hands, which had been clinging to my arms, loosened weakly, and her legs, which had been wrapped around my lower back, drooped down. 　　Looking at the pitiful look on her face, overwhelmed by the pain, I couldn't help but feel a pang of pity. A quick thought struck me, and I immediately made a plan. 　　"Blessing of the True God, Restoration of Strength." 　　I activated the aura of stamina restoration, and a bright orange halo enveloped Akara and me. 　　A paladin's aura not only enhances their own abilities but also helps other companions. The stamina restoration halo helps the recipient quickly recover their stamina and significantly increases their movement speed. 　　Under the protection of my stamina restoration halo, Akara's lost strength gradually returned, and she began to move in sync with my movements again. 　　This sync immediately revealed another effect of the stamina restoration halo. Akara's hip thrusts and buttocks moved several times faster than before, causing her breasts to swing wildly up and down in front of her chest, almost as if they were about to detach from her body. 　　I gazed with satisfaction at the blissful expression on the face of the beauty beneath me, sharing in the pleasure. Fueled by our abundant energy, our union continued for an unknown duration. When I finally succumbed to the suction of Akara's deep vagina and ejaculated with a roar, Akara also screamed and reached her climax, a warm, moist liquid instantly engulfing my penis. 　　A magical power emanated from our joined bodies, and my entire body felt an inexplicable comfort. Akara was right; I knew clearly that my skills had truly improved. 　　After the passion, Akara almost immediately fell into a deep sleep, but I excitedly opened my eyes wide. God, you have made…

I have received the love of my life, which has made me stronger. I know how I should repay you.

To eradicate evil from the world.

It is a difficult and long road, but I will not back down. Because I am a paladin.

(

Author: diablo,
2004/06/26, published on: Erotic Coastline,
Layout: shanren)

"Whoosh!"

A fireball flew from my hand, drifting forward, illuminating everything in its path.

"No enemy."

I breathed a sigh of relief, emboldened by the firelight, and continued cautiously forward. The fireball struck a distant
stone wall, scattering sparks that vanished in a flash, and my heart immediately tightened again.

My nervousness isn't due to weakness; in fact, I possess abilities
far Unfortunately, despite my astonishing destructive power, my body remains as
fragile as any ordinary person's.

My name is Invelia, and I am a mage.

Specializing in magical energy, I can easily summon devastating magical
flames , lightning, or ice. However, I haven't undergone any physical training; I am weak,
frail, and practically defenseless. To protect myself, I must never allow anyone to get close
; I must eliminate any enemy before they even reach me.

Poor defensive capabilities are, arguably, the weakness of all mages. Even mages who have mastered advanced defensive magic
cannot rely on mana-intensive spells indefinitely. If caught off
guard end.

Robust defensive equipment would ideally be the best protection. Unfortunately, mages with poor physical
constitutions lack the strength to wear heavy, crushing armor; they can only use leather
armor at best.

In this situation, armor with magical protection becomes the mages' favorite. A light
cloth garment , with proper magical protection, can potentially offer better defense than metal armor.

If I could retrieve her magical iron hammer that she lost in the monastery, she could imbue one of my
pieces of equipment with magical power. When Chashi, the blacksmith at the Rogue Encampment, offered me this trade,
I agreed almost without hesitation, and then I arrived at this terrifying, hellish place.

When the Dark God of Destruction awoke, the evil forces of darkness, led by the sorceress Andariel, conquered
this sacred monastery, turning it into a paradise for evil monsters. Andariel still lurks deep within
the monastery , slaughtering countless warriors who came to slay her.

Fortunately, the hammer had only fallen in a military camp outside the monastery, supposedly quite a distance from Andariel's hideout
, and seemed to be guarded only by a blacksmith. Therefore, this quest shouldn't be
too difficult to complete.

Even so, I remained vigilant. Every so often, I would cast a fireball
to check the situation ahead. This low-level magic consumed almost no mana, yet it ensured my safety.

Those physically strong warriors always scoffed at my cautious approach. They said that in
a country, there was a derogatory saying: "A pig's life is all about caution." It meant that against a
wise man similar to a mage, it was better to find a warrior partner for protection than to risk it with constant anxiety.

I knew perfectly well what these warriors' true intentions were; they were simply attracted to my beauty and my
magical power. A beautiful woman who could help fight is always very popular with men.
My usual response to these ill-intentioned fellows is a few flashes of lightning.

"Damn it!"

Without realizing it, I found myself unprepared to open a tightly closed wooden door. In my
experience , usually, behind the door lies a group of menacing monsters.

Before I could even regret it, a series of eerie screams rang out, and sure enough, a group of menacing monsters rushed
out , including several small demons and a few skeleton warriors wielding large swords.

With absolutely no time to gather energy, the only thing I could do was immediately turn around, take off running,
and chant my most frequently used magic incantation as I ran.

"Master... God of Lightning... Energy... grant me... the speed of lightning."

After muttering the incantation haltingly, I could already feel the cold wind from the blades slicing through the air behind me. I quickly
adjusted my direction and released the magic.

"Teleport!"

A ring of electricity flashed around me in an instant, and in a blur, I was already dozens of meters away. The
monsters, after a brief commotion, spotted me again and charged at me once more.

"Hehe, things are different now."

I stood leisurely in place, slowly raising my staff towards the charging monsters.

"Frost...spirit, obey my...command."

Still panting from the run, the incantation was broken and halting—how embarrassing!
Fortunately, my magical skill was high enough. As the incantation finished, a pale blue aura
, mixed with countless tiny ice particles, emerged from the top of my staff and sprayed towards the oncoming monsters.

A bone-chilling cold surged forth, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze instantly. The first few lesser
demons to be hit were instantly turned into ice sculptures, then shattered into ice shards and fragments under the subsequent impact. These
little demons, relying on the resurrection abilities of the demon wizards, have always been a major headache for adventurers, but unfortunately for them, they've run into
me this time.

A few skeleton warriors, being slower, were fortunate enough to escape the chill and quickly quickened
their pace. Of course, I wouldn't give them a chance to reach me; I sheathed my staff and immediately swung it again.

"Swoosh... Boom..."

Under my powerful magical attack, the skeleton warriors were no different from the little demons—equally
vulnerable Before they could even reach me, they were reduced to puddles of icy water.

"That was close."

Satisfied, I sheathed my staff, lightly patted my chest, and then stepped forward.

"Protected by the Ice Spirits, those who wish to harm me will instead suffer the consequences."

As I approached the open wooden door, I slowly activated my defensive magic. Countless ice shards
swirled around my body with a chilling aura, forming a faint ice shield.

The "Ice Shatter Armor" spell greatly enhanced my defense, and any enemy who
directly would be frozen solid by the cold.

Protected by the magic, my steps became much lighter, and I quickly reached the door and
stepped inside.

The faint blue light emitted by the "Ice Shatter Armor" immediately dispelled the darkness inside, and several small
demons viciously swung their blades at me.

I made no attempt to dodge, letting the short swords fall upon me. The sharp blade struck the ice armor,
colliding with the shattered ice with a crisp sound before bouncing back. The chill traveled along the blade, instantly
freezing the ice.

With a graceful movement, I swung my staff, lightly tapping several frozen statues. With
a series of thuds, the ice sculptures crumbled into shards of ice.

Now, all I had to do was find the demon wizard who should have become a lone wolf.

With a moment's concentration, the ice shield around me subtly changed, transforming from "shattered ice armor" into
"frost magic armor" capable of reflecting ranged attacks.

I hadn't gone far when a fireball silently attacked me from the darkness. In the firelight
, a pitch-black demon wizard stood in a corner, chanting incantations.

I watched the fireball fly towards me, remaining calmly where I was, and smiled at the wizard.

"Crack!"

The ice armor struck by the fireball made a muffled sound, the ice shield around me rippled, and then fired an
ice arrow, following the trajectory of the incoming fireball towards the demon wizard.

A crisp cracking sound rang out. I shrugged, turned, and continued forward; the ice shield rippled a few times before
disappearing . This spell was extremely powerful, but its duration was very short.

After turning a few corners, I suddenly noticed a blazing fire in the distance. Looking closer, I was overjoyed.

It was a massive stone furnace, and on an iron stand beside it, a small iron hammer gleamed in the firelight—
the very magic hammer I had been searching for.

Overjoyed that my journey had gone so smoothly, I rushed towards the iron stand, completely
forgetting where I was and my usual principle of caution. Suddenly,

a powerful gust of wind swept in from the side, catching me completely off guard. I only had time to turn my head to
the side .

Before my eyes, a gigantic, muscular man, towering and imposing, was lunging at me.

"This is the blacksmith..."

Just as I thought this, the blacksmith's massive fist slammed into me. A sharp pain shot through me, and
everything went black. Then, it felt like I'd been hit by a galloping carriage; I
seemed to float in the air, and after a jolt, I knew nothing more.

Before losing consciousness, I had only one thought: I deeply admired the wise man from the East, who was called "
Pig Brother ." It's truly remarkable for someone to remain cautious throughout their life.

When I awoke, my entire body ached as if every bone in my body had been broken. I tried to
get up, but found myself unable to move. As my mind cleared, I realized my current predicament.

Several iron chains, each as thick as a thumb, were tightly bound to my limbs, the other end connected to a large iron frame, suspending
me in mid-air in a "T" shape. In front of me, the giant man fiddled with my staff in one hand,
his beast-like eyes glaring fiercely at me.

A chill ran down my spine, but I forced myself to remain calm and managed a weak smile: "Hello."

There was no reply; the giant man simply stared at me coldly, as if he hadn't heard me at all.

"You damned thing,"

I cursed inwardly, but my smile only grew brighter. "Brother, you've made me
suffer like this. Please, put me down."

Perhaps my beautiful smile finally worked. Although I didn't know if he understood me
, the giant suddenly threw down his staff and walked towards me.

Secretly pleased, I waited until he was close enough, then hurriedly activated
the energy .

"God of Lightning Energy, grant me the power of destruction!"

I quickly completed the incantation, then with difficulty, I rotated my wrist, aiming my fingertips at the approaching giant. A beam
of lightning shot out from my fingertips, striking him precisely.

"Sizzle..."

A dazzling light flashed before my eyes, but my eyes remained wide open, unblinking. Struck by the lightning,
the giant only paused slightly before continuing to approach me as if nothing had happened.

"My God, what kind of monster is this?"

I cried out inwardly, completely losing the will to attack again. I watched helplessly as he reached
me, and in despair, I closed my eyes.

"Rip..."

The sound of tearing clothes suddenly rang out. I opened my eyes abruptly and saw that the giant had already
ripped open , and his inner garment had also been torn open.

"My God, is it going to be rape and murder? No, it could also be rape to death directly."

I never imagined this monster, who looked like a stone man, would have such a fetish.
Looking at his incredibly muscular body at such close range, I felt a chill run down my spine.

No matter how unwilling I was, I was in his hands and had no chance to resist. In the blink of an eye, my
clothes were stripped off, and my proud body was laid bare
before .

A pair of rough, whetstone-like hands landed on my body, wantonly
caressing , leaving red marks wherever they touched. The burning pain made me tremble uncontrollably,
and a look of agony appeared on my face. However, that damned blacksmith showed no sign of stopping; instead, he
began to rub the metal harder.

"No...no more!"

She couldn't bear it any longer and let out a pleading moan, followed by a cry of pain. Those large hands were rough...
He grabbed my soft, white breasts, kneading and twisting them. His iron-like fingers clamped down on my sensitive
nipples, tightening with such force it felt like he was trying to tear them off.

"It's over. This monster probably just sees me as a toy. I'm afraid I won't be raped to death, but rather
crushed to death."

An overwhelming sense of fear chilled me to the bone, but the intense pain instantly snapped me back to reality. Now
there was only one way to save myself: I could only hope that this monster wasn't truly just using me as a toy.

"Blacksmith...brother."

I endured the excruciating pain and the nausea in my heart, trying to speak to the monster in front of me in a sweet, cloying voice, "What's the point of playing
like this ? Show me your real skills."

The crude movements continued without any sign of change. Just as I was lamenting my ill-fated beauty,
having encountered a blacksmith who knew nothing but kneading dough, the blacksmith, who had been keeping his head down, suddenly
raised his head, his huge eyes flashing with a strange light, staring straight at me.

"Finally, there's a response!"

I was overjoyed. I tried to twitch my facial muscles, putting
on said, "What's the point of just playing around like this? Come on, put me down, let me serve you properly."

The blacksmith stared at me blankly, his face, seemingly cast in iron, completely expressionless. I was filled with unease,
but I had to force a smile, feeling as if every second was an eternity.

After what seemed like an eternity, the large hand that had been moving on my body finally left. The blacksmith straightened up and reached out to grab
the top of the iron frame.

I breathed a huge sigh of relief, but before I could even feel happy, the chains binding my legs tightened. With a creaking sound
from , my legs were slowly lifted upwards by the chains, quickly rising above my shoulders.

The rattling of the iron frame stopped, and I was now hanging from it in this position: legs upside down over my shoulders,
my lower body thrusting forward slightly without any concealment, swaying back and forth on the frame.

The blacksmith, satisfied, moved closer to my body and casually tore off the only piece of clothing he was wearing—a piece of
coarse cloth covering his genitals.

"Mommy!"

The penis that appeared before me, just like its owner, was abnormally large,
almost longer and thicker than my arm. Beard-like bulges rose from its dark shaft, and
the glans, as big as my fist, made it look so grotesque and terrifying.

I had forced a smile again, wanting the blacksmith to put me down. But when I saw
this penis, I couldn't speak anymore; a smile would have looked worse than a grimace. In that instant, I even
wondered if this was what the blacksmith usually used for work.

Without any room for struggle, the blacksmith thrust his terrifying penis forward, easily pressing it against
my unguarded vulva. A pair of large hands grabbed my buttocks from behind and pulled me towards him. The
massive tip forced its way into my small, closed vulva.

"Pain!"

At that moment, I couldn't think of anything else; my mind was blank. The infuriating thing was that I
didn't faint. The burning pain in my lower body was still incredibly clear, and it grew more and more intense with each
thrust .

The soft flesh inside my vagina gripped the rough, hard, iron-like penis, rubbing until it tingled.

A pair of strong hands gripped my buttocks tightly, their ten fingers digging deep
into my flesh. As the penis penetrated deeper, the resistance my narrow vagina encountered increased, and those two large
hands gripped even tighter.

This pain continued until the hard penis inside me pressed against my most sensitive
spot . A tingling, numb sensation suddenly spread throughout my body, and my body convulsed violently.

"No...no more..."

I let out a weak groan, managing to utter these words with all my might.

However, the answer was a roar, and the pain in my lower body suddenly intensified a hundredfold. I
felt a deafening boom in my head, and finally lost consciousness.

"Am I dead...?"

In a daze, I seemed to feel my own existence again, a wave of confusion washing over me. However,
everything quickly came to mind. The sound of shaking chains and the creaking of iron frames reached my ears. My mind
cleared and I suddenly opened my eyes.

I had no feeling at all in my lower body. If I looked carefully, I could see that the extremely ugly cock was moving in and out of
my delicate vagina wantonly. The bright red vaginal flesh inside was tightly wrapped around the shaft of the rod, and rolled out as it was pulled away.
The surface of the wrinkled vagina was covered with blood, and it looked extremely miserable.

"I'm not dead!"

The monster still held my hips tightly, and every time it thrust, it pulled my lower body forward with such rough
movement . The two labia majora at the entrance of the hole had been worn down to a purplish-red color and were grotesquely split open.

I couldn't believe I had survived such brutal torture.

As I regained consciousness, I finally noticed the faint energy fluctuations around my body. I was
startled, then overjoyed.

"Energy Shield!"

For some reason, I must have triggered the energy within my body during the intense stimulation,
activating this protective magic that could absorb damage even while I was unconscious. The blacksmith's ferocious physical torture
, though excruciating, wasn't enough to inflict fatal damage.

"In that case, it's time for me to fight back."

An idea rose in my mind, and I endured the waves of pain, silently gathering energy.

The surrounding air grew increasingly cold, yet the blacksmith, relentlessly ravaging me, seemed completely
oblivious , continuing to thrust his penis in and out of me with unwavering focus. I was secretly pleased; it proved that
while his body was incredibly strong, his senses were remarkably dull.

I silently endured his onslaught, gradually building up my energy. The surrounding temperature plummeted, and tiny ice crystals began to appear
on .

Finally, the blacksmith realized the abnormality, abruptly raising his head and halting his movements.

"Too late."

I gave him a forced smile and unleashed my magic without reservation.

The blacksmith's body was instantly encased in ice, but his flesh remained unharmed. With a
strange roar , he withdrew. Unfortunately, he only managed that movement; he couldn't actually leave my body.
After a slight pause, his gaze immediately shifted to my groin.

"I refuse to believe your thing is as tough as your body!"

I sneered, enhancing the power of my "Ice Shattering Armor" as I did so. "Unless you're actually using it to
forge weapons."

The blacksmith roared furiously, the ice on his body shattering piece by piece, only to be immediately covered by new ice
, rendering him helpless against me so close.

A layer of mist shrouded the air, and the chains binding my hands and feet cracked with a piercing sound. This was not surprising;
even steel could not withstand the onslaught of the low temperature.

Just as several chains snapped and broke, the blacksmith finally let out a painful roar.

My hands and feet were freed, but my body was still suspended in mid-air, held up by the blacksmith's penis. However, a
very loud cracking sound faintly emanated from within me, and my freed hands slammed down on his groin.

With a "crack," the blacksmith's body finally separated from me, allowing me to fall from the air. My legs touched the ground,
then gave way, and I collapsed to the floor, utterly powerless.

Looking down, I saw that my once tight opening was now swollen wide open by an ice pop, a shocking sight.
Silently circulating my energy to sever the connection with the ice pop, I reached out and pulled it out.

"Crack!"

The ice pop shattered on the ground. Only then did I feel a sense of relief and look up. The blacksmith stood stiffly before me;
I knew he was beyond saving.

The cold seeping into his wound had completely frozen him; despite his extraordinary strength, death was inevitable.

I let out a long sigh, and after a long while, I staggered to the nearby iron rack and put
away .

Turning around, I saw the blacksmith still staring at me with his enormous eyes, so I walked back to him and said,
"Not convinced? Remember, my name is Invilia, and I'm a sorceress."

After taking a few steps, I turned back, smiled, and said, "However, those who know me usually call me
—a witch!"

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