Convent of Saintess 171

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Chapter One: Riding Bulls on a
Beautiful Pasture On a vast, scenic pasture, three handsome men and beautiful women were intimately entwined on the verdant grass, enjoying the exquisite pleasure of climax.
Elva was on top, tightly embracing the naked bodies of the two beauties beneath him, his penis violently ejaculating, shooting copious amounts of semen into their intoxicating orifices.
Beside them, Princess Cecilia and Lerian knelt silently on the grass, gazing at their father's killer. Lerian's heart echoed with her father's dying screams.
Their sorrowful and angry gazes went unnoticed by the three engaged in their lovemaking. Elva and the two beauties were trembling violently, their minds glazed and dizzy, focused only on the exquisite pleasure of their climax, oblivious to everything else.
This blissful pleasure lasted for an unknown amount of time before the three drifted down from their dreamlike state and returned to their original bodies. Elva, weakly embracing the two alluring bodies beneath him, panted for a long time before finally collapsing wearily onto the lush green grass. He waved his hand slightly, making a casual gesture.
The three beautiful girls beside him, all intelligent sex slaves he had repeatedly violated, understood his gesture immediately. Tears welled in their eyes as they stepped forward and began to lick his penis. Even the cute pink-haired girl, as soon as she felt the limp, thick penis withdraw from her wet anus, sobbed as she climbed off Saint Dorothy, clinging to Elva's lap, and kissing and sucking the thing that had just been withdrawn from her rear.
Her face met another delicate face, causing her to pause slightly, wondering why her usually perfectly coordinated sister would make such a small mistake.
Looking up, she saw a beautiful young girl she had never seen before, about the same age and just as beautiful, yet possessing a unique strength emanating from her slender body.
Princess Qinana's face paled slightly, a strong sense of crisis and jealousy rising within her at the same time, causing her to let out a low hum. She leaned her bare shoulders against Lilian, forcefully pushing Lilian aside, and simultaneously opened her cherry lips wide, swallowing the penis whole!
If it were the Holy Maiden, she would be Elva's target for conquest, and it would be understandable to give way to them; but how dare this little girl of unknown origin compete with her for favor?
Watching the girl sucking the penis forcefully while glaring defiantly at her, Lilian gave a bitter smile. She never dreamed that someone would actually compete with her for the right to suck this filthy thing.
Lerian didn't compete, stepping aside to leave Princess Qinana proudly sucking on the delicious penis in her mouth. Below, her dear sister, as always, silently took the testicles into her mouth, gently licking the scrotum.
Seeing Princess Qinana's provocative gaze, Lerian smiled wryly, lowering her head to lick Elva's long legs, moving downwards, covering the entire leg, then taking Elva's toes into her mouth and gently sucking.
Elva slowly opened her eyes, looking at the azure sky above, the drifting white clouds, and herself lying on the empty pasture. A sense of tranquility gradually arose within her.
With her lower body being served by three exquisitely beautiful girls, Elva slightly turned her head, looking at the beautiful saint lying on the green grass not far away, still with a dazed and dreamy expression. Against the backdrop of the green, empty pasture, she appeared so beautiful, unforgettable.
Her high, full breasts swayed gently in the wind, their surging waves exuding a powerful allure. Even though Elva had just ejaculated, he couldn't resist the urge to swell his penis, which regained some of its strength in Princess Qinana's mouth.
Her rosy nipples stood erect and swayed in the breeze, a drop of milky white fluid gently floating on them, slowly rolling down and leaving a beautiful trail on her snow-white peaks.
Elva's distant gaze gradually focused, and he lowered his eyes, seeing that Princess Qinana's jade-like cheeks and chin were still stained with specks of milk—the royal milk reserved exclusively for him!
A surge of violent rage welled up within him. Elva raised his hand and slapped Princess Qinana hard across the face, roaring, "How dare you steal milk!"
Princess Qinana let out a short scream, her delicate body swaying to the side from the
blow. Her slender hand, still smeared with semen, covered her cheek, tears streaming down her face in pain, yet she dared not cry out. She fearfully realized that her master had suddenly become much more tyrannical since returning from the campaign. Elva closed his eyes, suppressing the surging demonic intent within him, gradually calming himself to avoid actually killing her and regretting it later.
Meanwhile, the two kind-hearted girls remained beneath him, silently licking his genitals, sucking every drop of semen into their cherry-like mouths until his genitals were completely clean, continuing their licking relentlessly.
Elva opened his eyes, feeling somewhat irritated. He waved for them to disperse, stood up, and walked to Saint Dorothy's side. Looking down at her beautiful body, he pondered how to deal with her.
Saint Dorothy still looked dazed and confused. Even though Elva had stepped over her, his scrotum directly above her face, her expression remained unchanged. The
bright sunlight shining on her face was blocked by Elva's body. A drop of saliva dripped from his scrotum, landing with a "plop" on her exquisitely beautiful and holy face.
Turning back, he looked at Lerian, kneeling on the grass, weeping. Her black gauze dress fluttered gently in the wind, and her high-piled hair exuded an air of nobility and Eastern mystery. The large pearl at the top of the gold hairpin in her hair shone brightly in the sunlight.
Suddenly, Elva had an idea. Smiling excitedly, he stepped over the beautiful woman beneath him and walked to Lerian's side, reaching out to pull off her pearl hairpin.
Lerian looked up in surprise, her eyes filled with tears, wondering what he was going to do.
This pearl hairpin was a gift from her mother, almost the last precious piece of jewelry she owned. During this trip to the ranch, the Countess, worried about her and fearing Elva might harm her, had tearfully given her this family heirloom as a keepsake.
Elva smiled smugly, walked back to Saint Dorothy's side, knelt down on her, straddling her snow-white, sensual body, looked down at her dazed face, and whispered, "You're a cow, you should wear a nose ring!" He
slowly reached out and pinched her snow-white nose, a cruel expression appearing on Elva's handsome face. With his other hand, he gripped the end of a hairpin and pierced the tip into her nostril. Suddenly, with a forceful thrust, he pierced the cartilage between both nostrils, the hairpin tip going all the way to the other nostril.
Saint Dorothy trembled violently, but Elva held down her white, lotus-like arms, unable to move. She could only lie on the ground, looking at him with dazed eyes, bright red blood flowing from her nose, sliding down her cherry lips and jade cheeks, slowly dripping down, gleaming crimson in the sunlight.
Elva chuckled smugly, his hands moving swiftly, threading the hairpin through the hole in her nose, bending it into a loop, and gently tying a knot.
With his strength, turning the hairpin into a ring was a piece of cake. He then tore off the dog collar from her neck and attached it to the nose ring, creating a sturdy cowhide.
Having done all this, Elva looked triumphantly at his masterpiece, casually removed the dog collar from her jade-like neck, tossed it back to Lerian, and commanded, "You, put this on!"
Seeing this brutal scene, Lerian's heart broke. Tears of pain and despair streamed down her beautiful eyes. Silently, she took the collar and placed it on her slender neck.
If the great Saintess could endure such humiliation, what did a little shame matter to her?
Thinking this, tears flowed even more profusely from her eyes, sliding down her jade cheeks and soaking her black gauze dress.
Elva made a gesture, and Princess Cecilia, weeping, rushed forward, passionately kissing Saint Dorothy's pale face, licking the blood from her lips and swallowing it with sobs.
Princess Qinana excitedly crawled over as well, joining her sister in licking the blood from Saint Dorothy's face, joyfully savoring the exquisite taste.
The beautiful and strong-willed Lerian silently shed tears, wearing a dog collar around her neck, crawling slowly across the grass like a dog, lowering her head, and tenderly licking Saint Dorothy's delicate nose, recalling her past kisses and caresses. Tears streamed down her face like broken pearls, falling onto the jade-like face of her most beloved saint.
Elva watched this scene with satisfaction, grabbing the two princesses' long hair with both hands, lifting their heads to make room for the newly arrived countess, as a show of kindness towards the newcomer.
Lelian's gentle tongue licked the bloodstains on the girl's delicate nose, touching the last keepsake left by her mother. The strong young woman felt a deep sorrow, and her body trembled with sobs.
The pure girl's tears stung her face, and the dazed Saintess Dorothy reacted slightly, lifting her beautiful eyes to gaze intently at the unfamiliar, beautiful girl. A tear slowly slid down her cheek, gleaming.
Seeing the unconscious Saintess in such a pitiful state, Lelian could no longer control her emotions. She gently embraced her tightly, lowered her head, and, her cherry lips trembling violently, kissed her sacred lips forcefully!
Tears streamed down, splashing onto Saintess Dorothy's exquisite face. Lelian wept bitterly, pouring all her years of longing and affection into this passionate kiss.
The kiss lasted for an unknown amount of time, until Elva impatiently grabbed her hair and lifted her head, ending the kiss.
The other two girls obediently lowered their heads, carefully licking away the bloodstains on Saint Dorothy's face. Their fragrant tongues probed into her nostrils, licking away the remaining blood from her delicate nose until not a trace of blood remained. Elva then took out a jade bottle to absorb the remaining saliva and blood, using this method to clean the saint's face, mouth, and nose.
The bleeding had stopped. Elva smiled and raised her hand, a luminous orb appearing in her palm. She placed it towards her exquisite face, and the orb vanished abruptly upon touching the tip of her nose, disappearing into her delicate nostrils.
Inside her nose, the wound from the gold hairpin healed instantly, the gold ring firmly embedded in the wound as if it were part of her body.
Elva smiled, stroking her radiant golden hair, and sincerely praised, "Very good, that's what a Taurus should look like!"
Saying this, Elva gave her snowy buttocks a forceful slap and shouted, "Lazy cow, get up and get to work!"
He subtly channeled his mental magic, and Saint Dorothy sat up, still with a dazed expression, kneeling on all fours on the grass, head bowed and silent. With the golden ring in her nose and her large, snow-white breasts swaying and brimming with milk, she truly looked like a beautiful cow.
Elva also stood up, laughing heartily, and lifted his leg, mounting Saint Dorothy's smooth back amidst the astonished sunlight of the three girls!
With a triumphant wave of his hand, Elva struck Saint Dorothy's soft, fleshy buttocks, and shouted, "Giddy up!"
The power of mental magic was sent into Saint Dorothy's defenseless heart, like a needle piercing her soul, instantly waking her. Without thinking, she acted on a sudden surge of impulse and charged forward!
She was originally the Battle Saintess of the Taurus Palace, possessing a strong and beautiful body, with first-rate combat power on the continent, truly extraordinary. Although she had lost most of her strength, her foundation remained. Elva secretly placed his hand on her back, channeling dark power into her body, instantly boosting her spirits and restoring her limbs to their former strength and power.
Her exquisitely beautiful body moved swiftly across the lush green grass, even with a handsome young man riding on her back, nothing could slow her down.
Elva's legs clamped tightly around her shapely body, feeling the soft, smooth skin between them. He sighed deeply, almost moved to tears.
As Saint Dorothy ran swiftly, the wind blew fiercely from ahead, striking Elva's face and naked body. The exhilarating wind made him feel like he was floating on air, the sound of the wind rushing past filling him with pleasure.
Holding the long reins, the other end of which was attached to the beautiful saint's golden nose ring, Elva rode the tall and beautiful Saint Dorothy across the vast pasture. Between his legs and beneath his buttocks was her warm, smooth body. Watching the scenery rush past, a surge of pride welled up from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't help but roar to the sky in the wind, releasing all his joy and pride in the roar.
The whistling wind carried the sound to the rear, causing the three stunningly beautiful maidens behind to pale in comparison. They knelt motionless in the grass, watching the current Saintess of the Golden Bull Palace gallop away on her bull, clear tears streaming down their faces.
Among them, only Princess Qinana's tears were of joy and excitement. Through her tear-blurred vision, she gazed at Elva in the distance, her heart overflowing with uncontrollable admiration and love.
Since worshipping the great demon god, she had regarded evil as her purpose in life. Seeing such wicked acts today, she couldn't help but prostrate herself deeply in the grass, sincerely offering her boundless reverence and loyalty.
The maidens on either side were oblivious to her prostration; they were only focused on the pitiful Saintess Dorothy, their hearts overflowing with sorrow and indignation, almost causing them to vomit blood.
Elva, however, didn't think as much as they did. Galloping freely across the vast pasture, he sought only the exhilaration and pleasure in his heart, disregarding good and evil, simply letting his voice echo in the wind, expressing his excitement and joy.
Never before had he felt such a strong sense of belonging to his Taurus Palace. Now, he was the current Saintess of the Taurus Palace, riding a beautiful, golden-haired cow, galloping across the land, perfectly befitting his status as the Saintess of the Taurus Palace.
Skillfully manipulating the reins, he led his sexy cow in a large circle across the vast pasture, returning to the three beautiful girls' side, laughing heartily at them, kindly sharing his joy.
All three girls wept. The most adorable of them, naked, crawled forward on her knees, embracing his legs and sobbing uncontrollably, her soft cherry lips passionately kissing his bare feet to express her adoration and love.
The other two girls were still weeping sadly. Under his imposing gaze, they had no choice but to crawl over, sobbing. One hugged his other leg and kissed it, while the other crawled behind him, sticking out her delicate tongue and trembling as she licked his anus.
Doing such a humiliating thing, Lerian silently shed tears. For the sake of her goal, even in such a filthy place, she could only try her best to lick and please him, so that she would have a chance to achieve her goal!
Elva felt very comfortable being licked by them. Riding on Saint Dorothy's jade back, he felt her beautiful and delicate body warm and alluring. His buttocks rubbed against her smooth jade body, and he felt her beautiful body was so tempting. His penis couldn't help but get hard again. He tightly clamped his legs around her jade body, leaned forward, and rubbed his testicles against her snow-white jade back, feeling extremely tender.
Consumed by lust, Elva, too lazy to say anything, stepped onto the grass with one foot, his buttocks pressing against Lerian's
jade-like face as he backed away. His glans slid across her snow-white back, down her straight spine to her tailbone, his penis pressing against her anus. With a forceful thrust, he plunged his penis inside. Lerian slumped to the side, witnessing this scene so suddenly, it was like a bolt from the blue; the girl's heart nearly shattered with grief and rage.
The holy and beautiful Saintess Dorothy was right before her eyes, carrying the boy who had usurped her saintly position for so long, only to be raped by him, forced to do such a cruel thing!
Just now, she was kneeling in the grass talking with Princess Cecilia and learned about what Elva had done. She was already shocked and indignant, but what she saw was even more terrifying than what she had heard!
Elva, however, was thoroughly enjoying himself. As he vigorously thrust his penis into her tight anus, he was thinking, "Riding the saintess around the ranch, having my fill, and then stopping to fuck her right there and then—this life is something even the gods can't compare to!"
This was indeed the truth. What legendary god could ride a beautiful woman across a vast grassland and have his way with her at will,
reaching this unprecedented level of greatness? Elva was satisfied and in a great mood, so he decided to give Saintess Dorothy a little something. That way, she would have more energy to carry him in the future. He couldn't just put his hand on her back and channel dark energy into her as soon as he mounted her.
He pulled his thick penis out of the saintess's anus, ignoring that her rear was still wide open and her anus was radiating a lewd sheen. Elva's penis moved downwards and "whoosh" slid into her honey hole, thrusting in and out vigorously.
He turned and glared at Lerian, summoning her to serve him. Watching her crawl forward on her knees, her pure cherry lips kissing his anus, her smooth tongue gently licking it, Elva felt a surge of pleasure. He gripped Saint Dorothy's slender waist and snowy buttocks tightly, and began to pound into her wildly.
Powerful dark energy surged from the Demon Dragon Spear, penetrating the supple walls of her vagina and entering Saint Dorothy's body, rapidly increasing her strength. Although it was still far from its original level, it was enough to make her a robust cow, carrying her master across the meadows.
Since he intended to turn her into a succubus anyway, giving her some dark power beforehand wasn't bad, Elva thought. His movements became even more intense, his penis rubbing against her supple vagina, experiencing intense pleasure. Finally, reaching the peak of his pleasure, he groaned, tightly embracing her soft, snowy buttocks, and ejaculated a large amount of semen onto her body!
Saintess Dorothy trembled violently, her beautiful, infatuated eyes gleaming with excitement. A soft moan escaped her throat, like a cow reaching orgasm. She thrust her hips back desperately, allowing Elva to penetrate her deeply, ejaculating her craving semen into her womb.
A surge of dark power, along with the semen, rushed into her body, rapidly increasing her strength, enough to transform her into a powerful divine beast, like the green ox ridden by Laozi in the Heavenly Palace.
Kneeling humiliated behind Elva, the strong and beautiful girl continued to kiss his rear, her trembling hands gripping their hips tightly. Her smooth tongue plunged deep into his anus, gripped by the tense, contracting sphincter, almost unable to retract.
A flawless, beautiful face pressed against Elva's buttocks, nestled between his two cheeks. This strong and beautiful girl kept her eyes tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling, and clear tears streamed down her smooth cheeks, staining Elva's buttocks. In the sunlight, they shimmered with a poignant, crystalline light.
In
the royal palace's council hall, Elva sat on his throne atop the jade steps, his brow slightly furrowed, facing the assembled court officials.
He now appeared as Prince Edward, dressed in a magnificent robe embroidered with gold and silver threads, and wearing a golden crown, though princely in style, it was also studded with jewels, gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight.
He looked like a wealthy man, yet Elva was currently worried about money.
This should have been the richest time of his life, but while his income was high, his expenses were also high. The enormous expenditures on expanding his army and preparing for war were already becoming unsustainable.
When it comes to war, money flows like water. The last northern expedition with Saintess Leo drained the national treasury. Furthermore, King Er II was fond of embezzling from the treasury for his own enrichment. Before fleeing, he cleverly transferred a large sum of money to the south, leaving Elwar with this mess. Gradually, Elwar became insolvent and began to worry about money.
Purchasing and manufacturing weapons required money, preparing provisions required money, warhorses, armor, and soldiers' salaries—everything required money. Seeing the treasury gradually empty, Elwar's sense of crisis grew greatly. Before he was completely bankrupt, he summoned all his ministers to discuss how to make money.
Fortunately, the ministers were loyal to the state and reminded him of the financial crisis as soon as he returned, allowing him to discover the crisis early. Moreover, they received a large amount of savings from Earl Rein, enough to sustain Elwar for a while.
The problem was that Earl Rein only needed to support a few thousand soldiers, while he had to support the military expenses of over 100,000 troops. The difference in army size was too great. If he relied solely on Earl Rein's savings, he would eventually run out of resources.
It seemed that overwhelming power was also a headache, Elva sighed inwardly, looking expectantly at his ministers, hoping they could offer some useful suggestions to fill his pockets.
The ministers were dutiful, each stepping forward to offer their opinions and suggestions. Many suggested raising taxes to make the common people bear the burden, while others proposed that nobles increase national revenue and donate more money.
Elva frowned in thought, feeling that none of these methods were ideal. Raising taxes would alienate the people and cause them to support Er II instead. Moreover, in the current situation, he didn't truly control too many territories. Many nobles who controlled these areas were still observing, worried that he would reduce their landholdings. If his interests were infringed upon, many of them might side with the Er family.
Thinking of this, he regretted not having studied chemistry more diligently back then. If he had learned the manufacturing processes for creating all sorts of items ahead of their time while in school, he wouldn't have to worry about money.
Now, the only solution was to develop industry and commerce. Elwar sighed and shared his thoughts with the ministers, proposing to first open a trade route with the Kingdom of Germany in the north to encourage trade between the two countries, as the profits from commerce would be much greater.
The continent stretches far from south to north, and many places have their own specialties with vastly different prices. If these could be transported in large quantities to other regions, significant profits could be gained from commercial activities.
The ministers took Prince Edward's suggestion very seriously, discussing the issue carefully. Under Elwar's guidance, they revised and improved the trade plan, implementing many measures to encourage commerce, such as tax reductions for merchants. This would encourage merchants from all over the continent to flock to the Kingdom of Saint Anne, selling their local specialties there and Saint Anne's products to other parts of the continent. In that case, the kingdom's government would actually receive more tax revenue.
The Kingdom of Saint Anne, located at the southernmost tip of the continent, needs the assistance of its northern neighbor, the Kingdom of Germany, to implement this trade plan and establish trade routes between the two countries. Previously, due to strained relations and limited cooperation between the two nations, trade was scarce, and revenue from this sector constituted a small proportion of the kingdom's total revenue.
As for the trade agreement with Germany, Elwar was not worried at all. He confidently told his ministers that he would handle the diplomatic matters, and even offered to take out a large loan from Germany initially, to be repaid after defeating the southern rebellion.
For him, this was an easy matter. After all, the Queen of Germany was also his sex slave; she wouldn't object to him handing over his private funds. However, expanding the army and conquering the south would require too much money, and constantly relying on his mistress wasn't ideal. If there was a way to make money, everyone could share it. Extending the trade route northward through the Kingdom of Saint Anne would also greatly benefit Germany.
Elwar had also frankly discussed maritime issues with his ministers and formulated a plan to encourage shipping. The ports under his control will be expanded to allow more ships to dock, carrying goods from the Kingdom of Saint Anne northward to sell to other countries and to purchase the food and weapons needed by his own people.
Elwar currently has enough money to last for a while. Once he gets through this difficult period, he can obtain a large sum from trade, enough to fund the military and completely defeat the enemy in the south.
Having resolved the financial issue, Elwar discussed plans for expanding the army, preparing for war, and manufacturing superior weaponry with his ministers before dismissing the court and allowing everyone to return to their own affairs.
Watching them leave, Elwar stood up, stretched lazily, and murmured, "Handling government affairs is truly exhausting!"
Next, he dealt with his assigned tasks, personally writing a letter to the two beautiful female slaves in the north, requesting their cooperation in his trade plans. Besides policy support, they were to send troops to protect the caravans and prevent bandits from stealing their goods.
After finishing his work, Elwar felt exhausted and decided to take a good hot bath to relax. Accompanying him in the bath was the beautiful and virtuous Saintess Wei'er; he intended to use this bath to train her, making her accustomed to serving him.
"Even taking a bath, I have to work. I'm really destined to be a workaholic!" Elva murmured, a hint of excited smile creeping onto her lips.
Chapter Two: Bathhouse Training
The spacious bathroom, constructed of marble, was exquisitely and luxuriously furnished. The enormous tub was filled with hot water, steam rising gently from the water and filling the entire space.
The pillars and walls were adorned with marble reliefs, the carvings exquisite and magnificent—truly befitting a royal bathhouse throughout history.
The hot water in the entire bathroom was drawn from a hot spring in the nearby mountains; it was very hot, yet clear and sparkling, radiating dazzling light.
The Virgo Palace's ruler, a beautiful seventeen-year-old girl, stood calmly in the bathroom, graceful and elegant, exuding a pure and strong charm. Her face was exquisitely beautiful, perfect to the extreme, and coupled with her ethereal气质 (qi zhi - a kind of refined elegance/aura), she seemed like a celestial being descended to earth.
A pristine white silk gown draped over her slender, graceful figure, making her appear immaculate and radiating a sacred beauty.
Not far ahead of her stood her greatest enemy, a handsome young man of similar age, who, with the help of the beautiful girl, was slowly removing his bathrobe, revealing his naked, muscular body. His
thick, erect penis was exposed before him, pointing brazenly at the pure and beautiful face of Saintess Wei'er, swaying slightly. A smile played on Elva's lips as he watched Saintess Wei'er's expression with anticipation, hoping for some reaction.
Unfortunately, he was ultimately disappointed. The pure and beautiful girl's face remained serene, her eyes clear as water; she calmly observed his naked body and thick penis, her expression unmoved.
Elva took a deep breath, his heart filled with the exhilarating feeling of conquering a difficult peak.
Embracing the Aries Saintess beside him, Elva stepped into the bath and began a romantic bath with her. They frolicked side-by-side in the water, his hands freely caressing her smooth skin, reaching under her robe to knead her delicate breasts, skillfully teasing her rosy nipples.
The Aries Saintess shyly tried to resist, occasionally glancing shamefully at the Weir Saintess, but she couldn't stop Elva's wicked hands. He forcibly stripped off her robe, pulling her naked into his arms, his thick penis pressing against the entrance of her tender vulva, triumphantly arousing her desire.
The aphrodisiac dragon spear, now restored to its aphrodisiac power, pressed against the girl's pure clitoris, quickly causing the Aries Saintess to gasp and forget everything. She writhed her beautiful body, eagerly pressing her tender orifice against it. The soft flesh of her opening enveloped the glans, and she thrust down forcefully, trembling and moaning, as the thick, hard penis penetrated her infinitely beautiful, snow-white body. Excitedly, she arched her slender waist, beginning a joyful union with Elva.
In Elva's eyes, the angel wings on her jade back, their crystalline, transparent feathers turning black one by one, gradually led her to succumb to her climax.
This Aries Saintess, it seemed, had been steadily descending into the abyss of depravity. The white feathers on her back had long since begun to turn black, but often, after a period of abstinence, the blackened feathers would revert to white, preventing her from completely succumbing to temptation.
Although her progress was slow, she was ultimately heading towards depravity. Elva was confident he could completely mold her into a wanton harlot, a "naive and innocent" little slut who would eventually find the greatest pleasure in his penis, completely forgetting the teachings of the Goddess of Life.
Watching this pure and beautiful girl straddle his lower abdomen, writhing her body and moaning excitedly, her delicate face flushed, Elva glanced triumphantly at the Saintess Wei'er by the pool, his eyes filled with smugness. The
pure Saintess of the Virgin Palace calmly watched her good sister and the demon's lover, her eyes clear and serene. Though heartbroken, she tried to suppress her grief, not letting anyone see it.
Their bodies were immersed in warm water, the ripples shimmering with a clear luster. That pool of clear water was the water she had just bathed in.
As a prisoner, her treatment was relatively good; she was allowed to bathe once a day, a fortunate thing for the clean-loving Saintess Wei'er. Today, after washing herself in the pool and getting dressed, she encountered Elva leading several other saintesses. They removed their clothes and entered the bath, still carrying her scent, and soaked comfortably.
Saintess Wei'er's arms were not bound; she stood by the pool, casually wearing her soft white silk dress, silently watching her sisters' encounter with the demon.
A sexy, slender, and graceful figure walked gracefully to her side, gently grasping her arm. Her eyes shone with a strange, alluring light, and her long, emerald-green hair shimmered like rippling water.
Saintess Wei'er's body was gently pushed towards the pool by Saintess Censer, but she did not resist. She lifted her snow-white, crystalline feet and stepped into the bath, finally sitting down and leaning against the edge, letting the warm water soak through her silk dress and wash over her beautiful body.
The cool air permeated the water, and the warm current seemed to carry a refreshing substance. On the opposite side of the pool, Elva, leaning against the edge, suddenly felt a surge of energy, his mind quickly calming down, maintaining a clear mind even in the midst of lovemaking.
On him, the Aries Saintess, riding him and swaying her slender waist and jade-like buttocks, also moved more gently, a hint of shyness and regret appearing on her delicate, beautiful cheeks.
Elva inwardly cried out in alarm, immediately urging the aphrodisiac power of his Demonic Dragon Spear, driving it deep into the Aries Saintess's tender honeyed passage, allowing the dark power to penetrate through the walls of her honeyed flesh and enter her jade-like body.
The pure and beautiful Aries Saintess blushed with excitement, her eyes becoming watery and radiating an unusual brilliance. Her slender hands gripped Elva's arm, and she moaned excitedly, her voice soft and alluring. Her hips thrust rapidly, her tender orifice engulfing the thick, hard penis, allowing it to pump in and out quickly, bringing her even greater pleasure.
The lovemaking between the young boy and girl grew increasingly intense. Finally, the Aries Saintess screamed, collapsing against Elva's chest, tears of excitement streaming down her face. She sobbed as she kissed his lips, savoring the wonderful sensation of the thick penis throbbing within her tender orifice.
Elva raised his hands, embracing her delicate body, breathing heavily. His penis throbbed violently, ejaculating a large amount of semen into her honeyed passage as a gift to mark the end of their lovemaking.
After a long while, he parted from the beautiful girl, gently kissing her cherry lips. His penis withdrew from her honeyed orifice, and a large amount of semen and nectar flowed from her tender opening, spreading across the entire surface of the pool. The
Aries Saintess, her body limp and powerless, trembled and sobbed as her aunt lifted her from Elva's body and tenderly carried her out of the bath to wash her body.
Above the corner of the bathroom wall, warm water flowed down from a hot spring sourced from the nearby mountains. Like a shower, it cascaded from head to toe, cleansing her pristine body.
Elva reclined comfortably on the edge of the tub, his gaze defiant as he looked at Saintess Weir across the tub. This time, however, he had won. With his strong will and the powerful aphrodisiac force of the Magic Dragon Spear, he had resisted Saintess Weir's onslaught of will, successfully bringing her to a blissful climax under her influence.
Saintess Weir remained calmly leaning against the edge of the tub, her eyes clear as water. She could clearly feel a dark aphrodisiac force permeating the warm water—Elva's semen, distributed throughout the pool, attacking her pure and flawless body.
Countless sperm, invisible to the naked eye, swam in the water, attacking her pure jade body through her flowing silk dress. Even her tender, untouched vagina was impacted by the sperm, countless droplets accumulating within.
Saintess Wei'er's eyes remained pure as she immersed herself in the pool filled with semen, striving to maintain a calm expression. Only her fair cheeks were slightly flushed, and her breasts heaved rapidly, revealing her turbulent emotions. Her
snow-white silk dress, soaked in water, became transparent, clinging tightly to her body as if she were naked, exposing her slender, beautiful figure, snow-white skin, and alluring curves. Her soft, snow-white breasts and the rosy nipples at their tips were all visible to Elva, still swaying rapidly.
Looking at the beautiful saintess bathed in semen, Elva's eyes sparkled. To see more clearly, he raised his eyes and gently winked at Saintess Censer.
Saintess Censer understood, lifted her delicate feet, and with a charming laugh, stepped into the pool, pulling Saintess Wei'er aside to bathe.
Standing by the bathroom wall, a torrent of warm water cascaded down from above, spraying onto Saintess Weir's head. Her long, thick, golden hair swayed in the water, and her silk dress, washed by the current, became even more transparent, shimmering with an eerie, holy allure.
Elva emerged from the pool and stood not far away, washing herself under another jet of water, her eyes wide with excitement as Saintess Censer peeled off her white silk dress, revealing her slender, alluring young body.
Her perfect, snow-white body was being washed away by the powerful jets of water, washing away the semen that clung to it. Saintess Weir's face remained serene, her delicate hands caressing and washing her body, diligently cleansing away the evil elements that clung to her skin.
A holy power surged within her, expelling all evil and darkness, letting it flow down her body with the water, disappearing into the grooves on the stone floor. A soft glow emanated from her pure, jade-like body, making her appear incomparably holy.
Soon, she was washed clean, her face still serene and composed as she stood under the warm water, seemingly oblivious to the lecherous gaze beside her, fixed intently on her sacred naked body, scrutinizing every inch of her intimate parts.
Looking at her beautiful form, her high, delicate breasts, her rosy nipples, and the pinkish vulva covered by the smooth golden velvet, Elva's desire flared fiercely. Finally, unable to resist, he lifted his foot and took a step towards her.
Saintess Censer stood beside Saintess Weir, also completely naked, her alluring body fully revealed. Her beautiful eyes held a provocative gaze as she smiled at Elva, gently extending her tongue to lick her luscious lips.
The sight of the two beautiful saintesses washing their bodies under the clear water was too much for Elva to bear. His lust slowly drew towards Saintess Weir, his hand rising to brazenly grope her breasts.
Just as his wicked hand was about to grasp her high, jade-like breasts, which seemed to be washed by clear water, Saintess Weir suddenly realized what was happening, turning her head and giving him a cold , distant look.
Like ice water poured over his head, Elva's eyes widened, his mind clearing, and he stopped, silently watching Saintess Weir, his eyes filled with horror.
In his eyes, this pure girl was so holy and beautiful, her expression full of kindness and compassion, her gaze clear as water, making his heart feel as if immersed in cool water. His lust vanished in an instant, and his erect, arrogant penis, which had been pointing brazenly at her naked body, involuntarily drooped.
A strong sense of regret surged within him, growing larger and larger, like a raging torrent, quickly taking over his entire being.
Recalling all the evil deeds he had committed since coming into this world, Elva's kind nature was finally awakened, and tears of remorse flowed like a spring, streaming down his handsome face filled with guilt.
With a thud, his well-built body collapsed to his knees before the naked body of Saintess Weir, his knees hitting the floor and sending shimmering, clear water droplets flying in all directions.
His heart, long tainted by darkness, became as clear and pure as water in that instant. Tears welled in Elva's eyes, and his hands trembled as he reached out towards the saintess's pure body, like a drowning boy.
His arms tightly embraced her long, slender, snow-white legs; her skin was smooth and delicate to the touch, enough to stir the heart of any young man. Yet, Elva felt no lustful thoughts; he simply held her pure, beautiful legs tightly, sobbing in painful remorse.
His face was pressed tightly against her smooth, beautiful legs, tears soaking her jade-like skin. He trembled with remorseful sobs, his body convulsing violently.
The hot spring water cascaded down from above through the pipes, washing over the Saintess Weir's golden hair and her snow-white, pure body. This beautiful seventeen-year-old girl, her pure face filled with compassion and pity, slowly raised her hand and gently stroked Elva's head, as if filled with regret for his misguided path.
With her boneless hand on his head, Elva cried even harder, his cheek rubbing against her legs, glistening with the spring water, sliding towards the hollow between her thighs with the lubrication of the water.
Kneeling at the beautiful saintess's crotch, his nose touched her soft golden down, and his lips accidentally brushed against her petals. Saintess Wei'er, whose expression had been one of pure innocence and benevolence, suddenly paled, her face flushed with shame and panic. She involuntarily took a step back, avoiding his lips that were about to touch her sacred
, forbidden area. Alva, already limp, was caught off guard and fell at her feet. Sensing her retreating, he panicked and tried to grab her legs, but his force was too great, and the bathroom floor was slippery, pulling her down!
Her pure, perfect body slumped backward, Saintess Wei'er letting out a low gasp, thinking she was about to fall onto the hard stone, suffering a painful fall, perhaps even breaking her bones.
A pair of strong, beautiful hands swiftly reached out and caught her, gently placing her on the floor. Saintess Censer knelt beside her, her beautiful eyes sparkling, smiling excitedly as she watched this amusing scene.
Elva knelt at the feet of Saintess Weir, kowtowing frantically, weeping and cursing himself for his carelessness in bringing down the great saintess—a sin he considered unforgivable.
In his remorse, he embraced Saintess Weir's jade-like feet, lowered his head, and kissed them fiercely with trembling lips, expressing his regret and adoration.
Her jade-like feet were crystal clear and white, radiating a luminous, holy light. Elva's lips touched the instep of her feet, and her icy skin flushed red, as if Saintess Weir's shyness had transferred to her feet.
The touch of his lips on that smooth skin seemed to give Elva's remorse an outlet; he embraced her slender feet, kissing them passionately, even sucking on her toes.
Her jade-like feet, washed many times, were spotless, carrying a faint, delicate fragrance of youth. In his frenzy, Elva forgot everything, focusing only on embracing her feet, sucking hard on her white, jade-like toes, his tongue frantically licking them, saliva flowing from his mouth, washing over her toes, which Elva licked and swallowed, not missing a single toe.
The sensation from her toes filled Saintess Wei'er with shame. Even with her strong will, she was still a pure virgin who had never been with a man. A blush rose on her face and wouldn't fade. Lying on the ground, she propped herself up on her elbows, panting as she looked at the naked, muscular young man beneath her, her heart pounding. Spring water flowed down from above, splashing onto their naked bodies.
Elva, while kissing and licking her toes, wept with remorse, occasionally collapsing to the ground and kowtowing, confessing her heinous crime of raping the saintess and begging for forgiveness from Saintess Weil. Just as she was about to recount her wicked plan with the demon girl, her hands were suddenly pried open, and her feet were grabbed, forcefully dragged backward.
Although weakened by the power of holiness, Elva still clung tightly to Saintess Weil's perfect toes, weeping bitterly, as she was pulled backward by her feet, watching in despair as those sacred toes were torn from her mouth and receded further and further away.
Collapsing to the ground, Elva pounded her fists on the earth, wailing loudly, her heart filled with grief and despair, as if the most important faith in her life had been forcibly taken away.
A heavy punch to the head finally jolted her awake. Elva looked up, bewildered, and saw the strange, smiling eyes of the saintesses around him, and the little witch beside him, her face also full of joyful smiles as she swung her fist.
Elva blushed, rolled over and got up, sitting on the bathroom floor, wiping away his tears, feeling quite ashamed.
The little witch, however, skillfully knelt beneath him, her soft little hands grasping his limp penis, stroking it a couple of times, then lowering her head, taking the glans into her mouth, forcefully shoving the entire shaft into her mouth, still muttering complaints, "Being dragged back from the ground, my glans is almost rubbed raw!"
Hearing her say this, Elva did feel some pain. Just now, under the influence of Saintess Weir's spirit, even the Magic Dragon Spear had lost its ability to defend itself, which made him secretly fearful, carefully considering how to deal with her. Fortunately,
he was clever, and after a while, he came up with a good idea, a smug smile appearing on his face.
At this moment, the little witch had already mounted him, lifting her snow-white pink buttocks and swallowing his swollen penis with her honeyed orifice. She expertly and skillfully engaged him in pleasurable intercourse, moaning softly as she moved her delicate body, enjoying the exquisite pleasure of making love with the Demon Lord of the Electric Dragon Spear.
Crystalline nectar flowed from her body. The little witch clenched her tender orifice tightly; her recent training allowed her to easily manipulate the flesh of her honeyed passage, gripping his penis tightly and thrusting it forcefully. The extremely tight honeyed passage made Elwa increasingly pleasured, until finally he couldn't resist embracing her petite body, desperately thrusting his hips upwards, his penis reaching deep into her jade-like body, ejaculating his scalding semen onto her small uterus.
Saintess Wei'er stood by the bathroom wall, watching this lewd scene, her gaze ultimately somewhat dazed. She could only try to suppress the violent beating of her heart, calming herself down, watching this scene with the composure of watching cats and dogs fight.
Finally able to completely control her mind, Saintess Weil's beautiful face regained its calm and composure. She saw Elva, after their lovemaking, being helped up from the ground by several fallen saintesses. They took out a white silk ribbon and tightly bound him to a stone pillar on the other side of the bathroom.
The little witch, however, did not join their strange actions. She lay on the bathroom floor, panting weakly, feeling her soul drifting away. During her orgasm, she felt the semen shoot into her body, almost shooting her soul away. Now her body was weak and she had no strength to stand.
After binding Elva securely, Saintess Censer and Saintess Libra walked to the naked Saintess Weil, unceremoniously grabbing her former sister and dragging her in front of Elva, forcibly pressing her to the bathroom floor, facing the naked Elva.
Saintess Weil raised her head, her face calm as she looked at the penis before her. It stood erect, its tip still splattered with semen and nectar, which had flowed from the little witch's body.
Kneeling naked on the ground in such a humiliating posture, bowing to the demon disciple, Saintess Weir's beautiful face remained calm and composed, showing no shame or indignation. She had firmly controlled her mind, determined not to reveal any weakness to the demon disciple, lest he seize an opportunity.
Although bound to the stone pillar, Elva wore a cold smile, looking down at the beautiful saintess kneeling before him, feeling a surge of pleasure akin to drinking ice water on a hot day.
Pushed by Saintess Weir, her pure and beautiful face was forced towards his genitals, gradually pressing against his erect penis. Elva's eyes widened, his breathing becoming rapid.
This was a test of his will; if he could withstand Saintess Weir's mental onslaught for a little longer, he hoped to strengthen his mental power and one day completely conquer Saintess Weir, making her submit to his penis!
Gazing at her beautiful face, his penis swelled ever larger. Just as her face was about to press against it, the semen- and nectar-covered penis suddenly dropped, gently slapping her forehead with a soft "plop."
At that moment, Elva's heart tightened and turned cold. Even with his desperate resistance, he couldn't withstand the powerful spiritual force of Saintess Weir. His heart became pure and clear, and tears of remorse streamed from his eyes. Looking at the holy girl beneath his filthy penis, Elva wept bitterly, crying out, "Your Highness, I am truly wicked, I deserve..."
A pair of white girl's panties was forcibly stuffed into his mouth, silencing his words. Saintess Libra stood beside him, a cruel smile in her eyes, enjoying his remorseful tears. Recalling the pain of his past abuse, she felt a surge of satisfaction.
Semen flowed down Saintess Weir's forehead, past her delicate nose, and down to her lips. Saintess Wei'er tried her best to maintain a calm and composed demeanor, but Saintess Censer pinched her jade-like cheeks, grabbed the slippery, limp penis, and shoved it into her mouth, forcing her to take the entire penis inside.
Completing this arduous task wasn't too difficult, as the penis had shrunk considerably, trembling in the saintess's pure mouth. The wrinkled glans quivered and tapped against her holy tongue, as if kowtowing in remorse.
Bound tightly, Elva couldn't kneel down to kowtow; she could only shed tears of remorse, kowtowing in this way to apologize to the saintess. She just didn't know if Saintess Wei'er could understand her good intentions.
The regret and pain in his heart, coupled with his reverence for the Saintess, caused his testicles to shrink to the size of a bean. Saintess Censer carefully pinched them with her fingertips, stuffing his entire genitals into Saintess Weir's cherry-like mouth. Then, she lifted Weir's snow-white chin, making her tightly hold Elva's genitals in her mouth, washing away the semen and nectar with her saliva.
Saintess Censer had no pity for the saintesses who voted to expel her from the convent. Seeing the blush of humiliation finally appear on Saintess Weir's calm face, she felt a surge of pleasure, so much so that her legs were flowing with excited nectar.
Saintess Weir's eyes were blank. The contact between the demon's filthy semen and the witch's nectar in her pure mouth had an impact on her mind no less than the mental shock Elva had suffered.
Under these circumstances, her influence on Elva's mind diminished significantly, finally bringing him back to his senses. He glared angrily at the beautiful girl beneath him, muttering condemnations of her unjust attempt to control him.
But this clarity was fleeting. Startled by his voice, the Saintess Wei'er opened her eyes and saw his mouth stuffed with the underwear she had removed before bathing. A blush rose on her cheeks, but her resolve quickly hardened. A resolute light shone in her beautiful eyes as she forcefully opened her mouth, taking the entire shrunken penis into her mouth, sucking the semen and nectar, and resolutely swallowing it!
Everyone was stunned by the movement of her throat. They were shocked by the unwavering resolve and devout faith of this pure saint.
Elva felt her smooth, fragrant tongue forcefully licking his penis, and a powerful spiritual force surged through him, completely engulfing his heart. Grief and remorse once again overwhelmed him, leaving him only able to weep and painfully experience the saintess kissing and sucking his genitals, causing his heart to rapidly sink into the abyss of regret.
Kneeling naked beneath him, Saintess Wilkes licked Elva's genitals without restraint, her eyes blazing with anger, expressing her resolve through this action: no matter what humiliation or abuse she suffered, she would not bow to evil forces, nor allow decadent lust to corrupt her heart! The
little witch floated in the air, watching all this in a daze, then suddenly screamed, angrily commanding the fallen saintesses to punish her in a new way!
She herself dared not approach Saintess Wilkes, lest she suffer the same fate as Elva. But her mind was still sharp, directing the unaffected saintesses to carry out the next crucial action.
Soon, Saintess Weil was tightly bound with ribbons, tied into an extremely humiliating shape according to the binding techniques taught by Elva. Her breasts, manipulated by the ribbons, rose high, her rosy cherries trembling under the rushing hot spring water, revealing a dazzling beauty.
Elva was also untied from the stone pillar and re-bound tightly, facing Saintess Weil.
His body touched her soft, delicate form, his chest rubbed against her rosy buds, and Elva wept with guilt, repenting for his sinful act of desecrating holiness.
But his remorse brought no good result. His bound hands were forcibly pulled off by Saintess Censer and pressed against Saintess Weil's beautiful crotch, where she lewdly caressed and rubbed them.
Elva wept bitterly, feeling utterly powerless against the strength of Saintess Censer's jade-like hands. She forcefully grasped his wrist, guiding his fingers through the fine golden down, caressing the delicate, sacred petals and the tender flesh at the center.
Saintess Weir's serene face flushed, her breathing quickening, while Elva sobbed uncontrollably, his fingers helplessly rubbing and kneading her tender opening. His shrunken penis pressed against her long, slender, snow-white legs, gently rubbing against her jade-like skin as he trembled. The glans lightly touched her thigh, as if kowtowing in apology to Saintess Weir.
No matter how much pain he endured, the torment continued. Those heartless saintesses forced them to press their naked bodies together, rubbing against each other until their private parts were completely exposed. The increasingly depraved Aries saintess even curiously pinched the shrunken glans, inserting it into the beautiful opening of the Virgin Mary's vulva, gently rubbing it against the tender flesh of her opening.
The Virgin Mary's blush deepened, and her soft moans reached Elva's ears, intensifying his grief and remorse. Bound, he could only desperately feel the tender, smooth touch on his own penis, forced to perform this blasphemous act.
Suddenly, he groaned, his eyes widening in horror as he stared fearfully at the Virgin Mary pressed against his face. He saw her beautiful face flushed, her clear eyes widening, and a hint of grief, anger, and humiliation finally flickering in her calm gaze.
Beneath them, the Aries Saintess's slender, delicate fingers grasped Elva's penis, guiding it into the tender flesh of her vaginal opening. The tight, ring-like walls of her vagina firmly encased the shrunken glans, allowing Elva and the pure saintess to experience the most intimate contact.
Feeling the exquisite sensation on his glans, the tight, tender flesh gripping it tightly against the opening, Elva felt no desire whatsoever. Even as the Aries Saintess's jade fingers curiously explored his penis within her sacred passage, rubbing against the walls of the Saintess's vagina, he only grew increasingly grief-stricken. He pressed his face weakly against the Saintess's increasingly desperate, beautiful face, hot tears streaming down his cheeks, as warm as the semen he had ejaculated, falling onto her holy and beautiful face.
Chapter Three: Distribution of Holy Water
. Tears streamed down Elva's face as he sadly emerged from the bathroom, still reeling from the mental shock he had just experienced. Deep regret lingered in his heart as he repented for his sinful act of inserting his penis into the saintess's pure and tender orifice and holy mouth.
The little witch floated beside him, gently stroking his hair and shoulders, kindly comforting him, "Don't worry, try a few more times, and you'll be able to withstand her mental shock and have sex with her!"
Elva sighed, sullenly saying, "What's the use? My penis goes soft as soon as I touch her body; I can't even get it in!"
"That's a problem." The little witch frowned her cute brows, thought for a while, but couldn't come up with a solution, only able to comfort him, "It will get better in the future! Have sex with the saintess more often, accumulate more holy power within your body, and once the Magic Dragon Spear is upgraded, you can pierce through her!"
"Oh!" Elva could only agree, and the two sighed deeply, filled with sorrow.
However, if they continued to grieve, the captured saintesses would have no choice but to die. Moreover, national affairs were of paramount importance; Elva was not one to indulge in personal feelings. He quickly shook off his sorrow and discussed recent industrial and commercial plans with the little witch.
In his opinion, during the off-season, the people should be gathered to set up factories and engage in textile production, selling the textiles to other northern countries to purchase large quantities of weaponry to maintain the success of national expansion and war preparations. However, he lacked expertise in this area, so although he had this idea in mind, he had not yet discussed it with his ministers.
The little witch tilted her head and thought carefully for a while before hesitantly telling him, "Actually, the textile industry in our demon realm is very developed, much better than yours. Although I've never managed a textile industry before, I've learned about it from books. If we improve the textile process according to the methods written in the books, the textile industry of the Holy Kingdom will definitely develop greatly!"
"Really?" Elva exclaimed in surprise, hugging her delicate body tightly, and said emotionally, "Thanks to you! It seems that studying hard in school really is very useful!"
To commend her for her diligent study, Elva pressed her against the wall, lifted her skirt, and inserted his penis along the edge of her panties into her tender vagina, thrusting vigorously. He was still thinking how much better it would have been if he had had the opportunity to commend and reward girls who did well in their studies in the past.
In the palace, Prince Edward could do whatever he wanted. The palace was filled with beautiful maids, and no one dared to interfere with His Highness's affairs. Therefore, the little witch leaned against the wall, moaning and panting, without disturbing anyone. Some pretty maids, seeing him from afar, blushed and quietly ran away, while others, bolder, hid in the bushes to peek, secretly lamenting that they weren't the heroine in that scene.
Elva generously allowed them to peep and decided not to curse them with styes. He excitedly held the little witch down and thrust into her countless times until his large penis sent her to heaven. Only then did he pull his penis from her wet, tender vagina, whispering a few words about industry and commerce in her ear, authorizing her to manage all the textile industry work, before happily leaving. The little witch,
her beautiful eyes glazed over, her slender legs trembling and unable to stand, could only kneel on the ground, her hands gripping the wall, watching him leave with tears in her eyes, filled with admiration and worship for Elva's increasingly superb sexual prowess.
As Alvart walked through the palace courtyard, he thought excitedly, "Developing the textile industry, growing cotton and harvesting wool as raw materials, then sending all these things to textile factories to be made into textiles, and then selling them to other countries in the north—this is the most profitable industry! The British in history made their fortunes this way; it's even more lucrative than drug trafficking!"
To celebrate his impending status as the world's richest man, Elva decided to train the saintess of the Golden Bull Palace, hoping the word "gold" would bring him good fortune, much like some businessmen who like auspicious omens in everything they do. After
casually straightening his clothes, Elva mounted a steed and galloped towards the pasture.
Of course, to avoid Saintess Dorothy being tempted and doing something that would tarnish the convent's reputation, he chose a mare. In the center of the pasture, a vast shed stood on the grass, part of which was a large cowshed. This cowshed was impeccably clean, and no other cows lived there. As the only golden-haired cow
, Saintess Dorothy enjoyed treatment far superior to that of ordinary cows. The spacious cowshed was covered with clean, dry hay, gleaming golden, and the fresh scent of straw permeated the entire shed. The dignified and beautiful Saint Dorothy lay naked against a haystack, her gaze unfocused and blank, as if she thought of nothing, calmly accepting her fate like a cow. Beside her, a pure and beautiful young girl embraced her naked body tightly, her cherry lips close to Dorothy's ear, murmuring words of longing from their separation. Countess Lerian wore a snow-white gauze dress, a gift from Elva, who had graciously returned her former clothes as spoils of war, sparing her from walking naked across the pasture. Although she could wear other clothes, Lerian preferred this one. When she first met Saint Dorothy, she had worn a white gauze dress, looking as adorable as a little angel. But that innocent and lovely little angel was now filthy, defiled by demons. Lerian felt a lingering pain from the friction of the thick, hard penis between her legs, and tears welled up in her eyes. She tightened her embrace of the new Saintess, Dorothy. Holding Dorothy's beautiful, sensual body tightly, feeling the smoothness of her skin, Lerian whispered in her ear, tears streaming down her face, "Your Highness, I've missed you so much..." All the longing she had felt over the years, all the admiration and respect she had for Saintess Dorothy, poured out of her lips. At the sad parts, Lerian couldn't help but weep, her slender hands gently caressing Dorothy's naked body, comforting the poor saintess who had suffered so much. In the spacious cowshed, only the two of them were present. Now, Lerian was Elwa's appointed cowherd, while Princess Qinana, for the grave crime of stealing royal milk, had been stripped of her cowherd status and transferred to serve in the palace, with Lerian taking her place. Lelian's fair hands gently caressed the saintess's delicate body. Recalling Princess Qinana's lewd acts against the saintess, she felt both anger and irrepressible excitement. Her tender vulva gradually became moist. Her trembling hands softly stroked her breasts, carefully kneading her full, high, snow-white nipples. The exquisite feel of her breasts sent shivers down the young girl's spine, and her breath grew heavy. Suddenly, she bit her lip hard, withdrew her hand, and in a trembling voice, berated herself: "Lelian, how dare you do such a thing to Her Highness the Saintess...you sinner..." But her hand had already aroused Saintess Dorothy's desire. Trembling and panting, she reached her long, strong hand below her abdomen, automatically kneading her petals, and then inserted her fingers into her honeyed orifice, skillfully thrusting in and out, faster and faster, until she screamed and moaned in excitement. A large amount of honey gushed out from her flower path with the trembling of her body, staining the inside of her snow-white and tender thighs wet. Lelian knelt beside her, staring blankly at this scene, her heart filled with extreme sorrow. She knew that Saintess Dorothy had been driven almost to madness by Elva, and had no other hobbies besides masturbation and being raped. Moreover, Saint Dorothy's lust seemed unquenchable; every so often, she would lift herself up and rub her vulva, like a thirsty female beast, constantly immersed in a sexual frenzy. Lelian wept sadly, unaware that Saint Dorothy's actions stemmed from her body being altered by an aphrodisiac, becoming extremely sensitive and unable to suppress her sexual urges. She also didn't know that her own body, under the abuse and violation of Elva's semen, had been penetrated by semen containing a large amount of dark energy, entering her uterus and transforming her pure, youthful body, making her increasingly sensitive, until one day, like Saint Dorothy, she too would find the greatest pleasure in sex. Seeing the blissful expression on Saint Dorothy's infatuated face, Lelian's hand couldn't help but reach downwards. Despite her efforts to restrain herself, she ultimately couldn't resist pressing against her tender vulva, rubbing it through her panties. A wave of dizziness and confusion washed over her, making Lelian's thoughts unclear. Her delicate body gradually approached Saint Dorothy, her lower body involuntarily pressing against her strong, shapely legs. Her long, beautiful legs tightly gripped Dorothy's thighs, her petals trembling as they rubbed against her, sending a surge of excitement into her pure, girlish heart. Even through the white panties, rubbing her petals against the legs of the saint she so deeply revered was incredibly arousing. If she hadn't witnessed Princess Qinana forcing her sister to join in the defilement of Saint Dorothy, using those strange positions to make the saint so happy, screaming and moaning, Lerian wouldn't have dared to do such a thing. Since the saint's body had already done so, perhaps doing a little more herself wouldn't be a big problem! As a follower of the God of War, her jealousy and envy led her to commit this blasphemous crime. Although her heart was filled with pain and remorse, she could not suppress the ever-growing lust. She tightly embraced Saint Dorothy's beautiful body, rubbing her lower body violently against her thighs to extinguish the fire in her heart. This young girl, filled with shame and repentance, shed tears, gazing dizzily at the beautiful saint's face before her, moaning softly. She pressed her trembling cherry lips to her red lips, kissing her deeply through tears, even probing her mouth with her delicate tongue, intertwining it with Saint Dorothy's smooth, fragrant tongue. Feeling that she had kissed her childhood idol, the saint she had worshipped and loved for many years, the pure girl trembled violently. Between her beautiful legs, which were tightly pressed together, honeyed fluid quickly flowed, mixing with the honeyed fluid on Saint Dorothy's thighs, soaking her white panties. Pure petals clung tightly to her shapely, delicate legs, and Lelian's heart fluttered, as if she were about to faint. In this friction, she had reached the purest climax of a young girl. Beneath Elva, Lelian had also been brought to tears and moans during orgasms, her boudoir pride utterly humiliated. But that humiliating pleasure couldn't compare to this. So full of blissful sweetness, she wept as she kissed the sweet lips of Saint Dorothy, wishing it could last forever, that time could stand still. But at that moment, her slender waist was suddenly grasped by a pair of strong hands, lifted upwards, and her panties were pulled down to her rounded knees. A hot, thick, hard object pressed against her trembling petals, thrusting in forcefully, widening her gushing orifice, blocking the flow of nectar back to her tender womb. In the throes of her climax, suddenly subjected to such stimulation, Lerian couldn't help but scream, twisting her curvaceous and beautiful body, trembling violently, tears streaming down her face in humiliation. She knew that no one but Prince Edward would dare to suddenly barge into the cowshed and rape her! Her judgment was correct. Elva had quietly entered, intending to surprise them, but upon seeing this scene, he was consumed by lust. Without a word, he thrust himself into her tender orifice, pressing her against Saint Dorothy's body and beginning his vigorous assault.

Under the aphrodisiac effect of the Demonic Dragon Spear, another wave of climax surged towards Lerian like a tidal wave, causing the strong girl to widen her beautiful eyes, let out a soft moan, her delicate body trembling, her jade arms tightly embracing the beautiful body of Saintess Dorothy. She had been brought to the peak of climax by Elva, the ecstasy far more intense than before.
Her nectar gushed violently, splashing onto his glans. The pure girl's vagina spasmed and trembled, tightly gripping Elva's penis, as if trying to break it.
Elva sighed deeply in pleasure, rapidly thrusting into this exquisite girl with her incredibly tight vagina, savoring the exquisite taste of her vagina, finally unable to hold back, ejaculating a large amount of semen onto her flower path, deeply merging into her pure jade body.
The hot semen scalded her pure and delicate womb, and the strong young girl's beautiful eyes rolled back as she was brought to another climax. Trembling, she clung tightly to Saint Dorothy, weeping in sorrow and despair, filled with shame and remorse for having made love to the saintess and being brought to orgasm by her.
Saint Dorothy, now in a daze, kissed her blankly, sucking on her delicate tongue. Her hands remained on her lower body, her fingers violently thrusting in and out of her honeyed orifice to satisfy her burning desire.
But this masturbation did not bring the same ultimate pleasure as intercourse. She desperately dug into her honeyed cave, moaning with unsatisfied desire, a hint of pleading on her beautiful face as she gazed wistfully at Elva's face.
Elva's heart softened at that gaze, and with a sigh, he forcefully pulled his ejaculating penis from Lerian's tightly clenched vagina with unwavering willpower. With a soft "plop," he plunged it into her dripping, wet opening, thrusting it all the way in and violently ejaculating.
The Saintess Dorothy, already enjoying her masturbation immensely, was suddenly hit by the hot ejaculation. Her beautiful eyes rolled back, and she felt a surge of ecstasy. She raised her naked arms and tightly embraced the two men on top of her, trembling violently as she used all her strength.
She was incredibly strong now; while Elva was alright, Lerian was nearly crushed to death by the force of the embrace. Her pure and beautiful face flushed crimson, yet she remained delirious, her lower body gushing with nectar during her orgasm, splashing onto her petals and the base of his penis.
After all three had ejaculated, Lerian was barely breathing. Elva, recovering from the afterglow of his climax, pulled his penis from the Saintess's honeyed cave and reinserted it into her flower path, channeling dark power into her body to kindly heal her wounds and soothe her breath.
Lerian slowly awoke, feeling his penis still slowly thrusting inside her, and tears of shame streamed down her face. She turned her face away, unable to bear looking at the saintess Dorothy's pure face beneath her.
Elva enjoyed another blissful moment; his penis, having ejaculated, finally softened. He pulled it out of her flower path and placed it between Dorothy's red lips, commanding, "Cow, lick!"
Such a simple command was perfectly suited to Dorothy's current intelligence. She obediently licked, sucking the semen and vaginal fluids, her fragrant tongue greedily licking his penis.
Seeing the lewd expression on her calm face, Lerian's heart trembled. Instinctively, she pressed her face against Elva's penis, biting down on it and swallowing it whole.
"Hmm," Elva murmured, somewhat surprised. Looking down at her humiliated, tearful expression, he realized what was happening and smiled, stroking her smooth, dark hair. "I didn't expect you two to have such a good relationship..."
His hand then moved to Saint Dorothy's head, tenderly stroking her thick, golden hair and smooth cheeks. When he touched her cherry lips, he suddenly paused, looking down and saying, "You forgot to give the cow water! Look, her lips are all chapped!"
Lerian, who was currently teasing and licking her lips, froze. Turning her eyes, she saw that Saint Dorothy's lips were indeed chapped. She realized she had been so focused on expressing her longing for her that she hadn't given her water for a while.
Filled with self-reproach, she was about to spit out the penis to pour water for the Saintess when she saw Elva pull it out himself and, with fluid movements, gracefully insert it into the Saintess's lips, muttering a complaint: "Such a noble lady, she can't even do cowherd work. What if my cows get thirsty and can't produce milk?"
As he spoke, he excitedly relaxed his urethral sphincter, using powerful mental energy to propel the urine from his bladder, sending it like an arrow towards the Saintess's sacred mouth!
The water arrow, carrying immense force, shot rapidly towards her tongue and palate, striking the soft flesh of her throat, almost choking Saintess Dorothy.
But she was, after all, a powerful Saintess who had experienced countless battles. Although she had lost her mind, she quickly adjusted her mouth before she could react, sucking hard on Elva's penis and swallowing large gulps of his urine.
Feeling his glans tightly held by her strong, cherry-like mouth, the powerful suction made Elva sigh with pleasure, feeling that he had never felt so good when urinating.
He had rushed here for good luck, not having dismounted to relieve himself along the way, and his bladder was already full of urine. After entering the cowshed, he was aroused by Lerian's lewd behavior, and only cared about ejaculating. Now that he had finally released his urine, the relief and pleasure were indescribable.
Beside them, Lerian's face was pressed against his penis, her clear and beautiful eyes wide open, her eyes filled with pain and indignation that made her hair stand on end!
The great and holy Saintess Dorothy was being so cruelly abused and humiliated under this lewd man!
Tears streamed down her beautiful eyes, and Lerian was filled with extreme grief and anger, almost wanting to pounce on him and bite his testicles to pieces!
But she still retained a sliver of reason, remembering that she had tried this method on his genitals before, only to fail. If she did it now, he would likely be enraged, and the Saintess would also be implicated and cruelly tortured, just as he had done to her and her mother.
The intelligent young girl, to alleviate the humiliation suffered by Saintess Dorothy, could only use the only method she could think of on the spot. Trembling and choking, she cried out in a hoarse voice, "I'm thirsty too!"
With her slender hands, she grabbed the penis with lightning speed and forcefully pulled it from the Saintess's lips. With a "plop," urine spurted onto Saintess Dorothy's holy and magnificent face, covering even her radiant golden hair.
Lelian, however, no longer cared about anything else and pulled the penis to her mouth. Elva, however, continued to urinate with abandon, clear streams of water gushing from her urethra, arcing through the air and spraying onto her cloud-like black hair. Her pure and beautiful face and forehead were also sprayed with urine, splashing out clear, transparent, crystalline droplets like shattered jade.
Lelian, humiliated and with tears welling in her eyes, bit down hard on the penis with her pearly white teeth, wishing she could bite it off. Unfortunately, this was just a dream. All she could do was desperately suck on Elva's penis, taking it in as deeply as possible, swallowing large gulps of the urine that shot into
her mouth. Elva, enjoying the sensation of Elva sucking on the penis so intensely, cried out in pleasure, "Oh, oh! Your little mouth is so tight, sucking so hard, just like your vagina grips me so tightly..."
Hearing this, Lelian felt even more ashamed, but for the sake of the Holy Maiden's well-being, she could only shed clear tears of humiliation and forcefully drink the equally clear urine.
She gulped down her urine, her swan-like neck undulating with her throat, and glistening tears streamed down her beautiful face. The scene was poignant and tragic, moving even Elva to the point of urinating more.
Lerian, who had been talking with the saintess for a long time, was now incredibly thirsty. She swallowed large gulps of urine, experiencing a fleeting sense of relief, but dared not think of it. She only wept in humiliation, lamenting her fate.
Yet, at this moment, someone envied her. Saintess Dorothy, standing close by, watched her longingly, her own throat bobbing. Seeing her drink so happily only intensified her own thirst.
Hesitating for a moment, she still acted on her primal instincts, leaning forward to gently kiss and lick Lerian's jade-like cheeks, sucking in the flowing tears and urine to moisten her parched lips.
And so, Lerian drank Elva's fluids, while Saint Dorothy drank her tears, until Elva had no more urine to urinate, she was still weeping, her mouth tightly holding the penis, forgetting to let go.
Elva sighed contentedly, raising his hand to stroke the two beautiful women's thick, cloud-like hair, praising them kindly, "Not bad, you two are indeed sisters, sharing your semen in half, and even your urine in half!"
Lerian was jolted awake by his words, hurriedly spitting out the wet penis, collapsing onto the soft straw pile, and bursting into tears, crying her heart out, all traces of her former strength and composure gone.
Her behavior caused great distress to others. Saint Dorothy watched as she lay on the haystack, searching for water but finding none. She turned to Elva, looking pitifully at him, her jade-like face once more pressed against his genitals, her cherry lips hungrily sucking on his penis.
Elva, his face contorted in pain, clutched the base of his penis and complained, "Stop sucking! You'll draw blood!"
To find her water, Elva, in a show of chivalry, turned Lerian over. Seeing her still weeping, he pressed Saint Dorothy's head down between Lerian's wet thighs. The
heartbroken girl suddenly felt a strange pleasure in her lower body, assuming Elva was just toying with her purity again, and continued to weep. Only when the pleasure surged and became unbearable did she lower her hand, glancing down and instantly becoming stunned.
The Saintess Dorothy, whom she most respected and admired, was kneeling before her, her sacred lips parted, sucking and licking her petals, eagerly drinking the nectar and semen flowing from her vulva!
This was like a bolt from the blue, stunning the pure young girl instantly. She stared blankly at the scene, unable to move.
She could clearly feel the Saintess's fragrant tongue gently licking at the entrance of her tender vulva, even sucking on her clitoris. Her long, strong hands parted her vulva, her tongue forcefully reaching deep inside, licking and sucking the semen and nectar from the depths of her honeyed passage.
Seeing this, the love for Saintess Dorothy, hidden deep within her heart, surged forth like a tidal wave. Lelian's body trembled violently. Uncontrollably, she embraced Saintess Dorothy's head, her beautiful legs clamping around it. Her mind went blank in a daze, wishing she could die in her mouth.
The sudden climax caused a torrent of nectar to gush from her flower path, flooding her parched mouth. Saint Dorothy laughed excitedly, greedily sucking up the flowing nectar as if she could never get enough.
Her fragrant tongue continued to lick frantically, stimulating even more nectar. Under the skillful caress of her tongue, Lerian moaned softly, almost driven mad by the nimble holy tongue. Her lower body gushed forth uncontrollably, until her body was limp and powerless, unable to move. She could only lie on the soft pile of straw, tears of shame and despair streaming down her face, repenting for her desecrating sin.
Suddenly, Elva's devilish voice reached Lillian's ears: "Feeling good, huh? But Her Highness is still thirsty. How about you flush out what you just drank and give it to Her Highness to quench her thirst?"
The girl's beautiful face went blank, tears streaming down her face. After a long while, she understood his meaning, turned around in disbelief, and screamed in grief and indignation: "You want me to give her my... to drink?"
Elva nodded smugly and praised: "A promising child!"
The thought of Her Highness drinking her urine made Lillian almost faint. She shook her head desperately and screamed: "No, no! I'd rather die than do such a thing!"
"That's not up to you!" Elva's majestic voice, like that of a demon king, surged into her ears. His demonic hand gripped her slender waist, squeezed her smooth breasts tightly, and turned her over, pressing her lower body tightly against the beautiful face of Saintess Dorothy.
Under his arrangement, Saint Dorothy lay supine on a pile of straw. Though she possessed only the intelligence of a cow, she understood his intentions and excitedly awaited the holy water to quench her thirst.
The virtuous maiden, exhausted and weak, was powerless to resist his actions. She could only desperately tighten her urethra, refusing to let a single drop of urine escape, even though she had been holding it in for a long time and was beginning to feel an intense urge.
But the Demon King's power made her unable to resist. Elva chuckled maliciously, pressing his fingers on acupoints on her body, gently massaging them, channeling his dark power into her body, stimulating her urge to urinate.
The beautiful maiden, with a strong will, summoned all her willpower to resist the increasingly intense urge to urinate, almost to the point of mental collapse. But when the urethral sphincter was finally forced to relax under the impact of the dark power, pure holy water gushed from between the Countess's delicate petals, rapidly spraying into Saint Dorothy's mouth, making her long-awaiting tongue tremble wildly.
Saint Dorothy's beautiful face radiated an unusual glow as she smiled joyfully, her cherry lips tightly enveloping her petals as she drank deeply of the sweet holy water, allowing her parched body to be soothed. Meanwhile,
Lerian was weeping loudly, lying on a pile of dry hay, tears streaming down her face, soaking the dry straw beneath her. Her heart was filled with grief, shame, and fear; she was almost overwhelmed with emotion.
Behind her, Elva laughed heartily, pouncing on her body, his erect penis thrusting between her slender legs from behind. The glans rubbed against Saint Dorothy's soft lower lip before plunging deeply into her tender opening. He felt the intense trembling of her tight passage as the fluids gushed forth, the unique massage effect on his penis sending shivers of pleasure through his body.
Chapter Four: The Expedition to Beiman .
With Prince Edward's orders issued, the grand plan to establish advanced industry and commerce was unfolding rapidly.
Queen Estella of the North swiftly responded to Elwar's order, issuing a similar decree in her own country. She convened her ministers to discuss and promulgate more favorable policies to encourage commerce, preparing to establish a golden trade route with the Kingdom of Saint Anne to reap enormous commercial benefits.
Elwar's ministers also threw themselves into the business with boundless enthusiasm, considering it an honor to fulfill Prince Edward's orders. Thanks to their efforts, the first caravan was quickly organized and set off north. Along
the road from the capital northward between the Kingdom of Saint Anne and the Kingdom of De, most nobles had already declared their support for Prince Edward, distancing themselves from Edward II. Only one or two major noble factions had not yet expressed their stance, but they had agreed to allow caravans to pass through their controlled territories without obstruction.
Under these circumstances, the first large caravan was quickly organized and set off northward, traversing vast distances, carrying Saint Anne's existing specialties and a large quantity of jewels, intending to sell them to the northern countries in exchange for urgently needed military equipment and provisions.
This was Elwa's idea. Since the national treasury had so many jewels that couldn't be used, it was better to sell them in other countries. Once a powerful army and a thriving industry were built, all the jewels could be recovered!
The purpose of this caravan was also to pave the way for subsequent caravans. Currently, the main goods being transported were local specialties and jewels. In the future, once the textile industry developed, the goods transported to the north would be a large quantity of textiles.
After the caravan set off, Elwa and the little witch began working together to establish the national textile industry, striving to make their country prosperous and strong.
The first step was to manufacture textile machinery. The little witch personally drew up the designs and had the artisans in the capital build them. Although they were also spinning wheels, the spinning wheels used by the people of the Demon Realm were far superior to those of the Holy Kingdom, and their efficiency was at least twice as high.
After manufacturing some spinning wheels, Elva gathered women from the vicinity of the capital, enticing them with his prestige and high income to voluntarily work in the textile factories. He selected literate and intelligent women, and had the Little Witch serve as their teacher, instructing them on how to use the new textile machines.
A revolution in the textile industry began in the Kingdom of Saint Anne. Meanwhile, Elva racked his brains, trying to recall his knowledge of steam engines, hoping to create steam-powered looms to truly meet the demands of the Industrial Revolution.
This required highly advanced smelting and mechanical manufacturing technologies, which Elva's previous knowledge was insufficient.
He gathered scholars and artisans from the capital, selecting the talent he needed, and secretly organized a research institute. He shared his ideas with them, ordering them to work diligently to develop a steam engine as soon as possible, using it to grind rice and flour, spin yarn, and weave cloth, thus completing his planned industrial revolution.
After entrusting all the research work to these scholars and craftsmen, Elva felt relieved. He spent his time in the palace and pastures training the saintesses, striving to arouse their primal desires and lead them to the abyss of depravity.
Strolling in the courtyard until his bladder was engorged, he pulled the leash, pressing her face against his crotch, and inserted his penis into her cherry lips, beginning to release his pent-up urine.
Saintess Minnie, her face pale, tears streaming from her beautiful eyes, knelt before him, silently drinking his urine. Now she was numb, accepting all of Elva's abuse with equanimity, her only hope being to preserve her virginity until her sister led an army to rescue her.
Far away in the southern province, on the army's training ground, the Rose Maiden sat astride her warhorse, her jade-like face deathly pale, her delicate body swaying, almost falling off again.
The soldiers training her, seeing her like this, all assumed she was unwell, but no one knew that her heart was bleeding, her mouth filled with the taste of Elva's urine, and she was only barely holding on to avoid fainting and falling off her horse.
After easily relieving himself, Elva was aroused again by her warm, moist mouth, his penis swelling inside her. Without withdrawing, he excitedly thrust in and out of her mouth, all the way to her esophagus, his glans tightly gripped by the soft flesh of her throat, enjoying the exquisite pleasure of defiling her cherry-like lips.
Saintess Minnie frowned, barely able to endure it, knowing that her sister, far away, was suffering even more, riding her horse, clutching her jade-like neck and breasts, her beautiful eyes rolled back, painfully watching her men diligently training.
Elva was working hard on her soft little mouth when a fragrant breeze wafted over, and a delicate body pounced on his back, covering his eyes with her hands and giggling, "Guess who I am?"
"Sex slave!" Elva said irritably, pulling the little witch off his back and forcing her to sit on the head of Saintess Minnie, lifting her skirt to penetrate her. Although Saintess Minnie was unwilling, she could only grit her teeth and endure, letting the wicked witch ride on her head and engage in that obscene act with the man.
The little witch, her eyes alluring, wrapped her arms around his neck and gasped, "Our caravan has been robbed by bandits!"
"Hmm," Elva, his glans still inside her tender opening, paused upon hearing this. He thought for a moment, his face darkening, then roared, "These bandits are truly despicable! They must be wiped out!"
Across
the vast pasture, the fresh air drifted in, transforming into a gust of wind that swept across the verdant meadows, lifting the white dress of Saintess Wei'er, exposing her long, graceful legs to the howling wind.
Also exposed were the soft, golden down on her lower abdomen and the delicate pink petals—the most private parts of the noble saintess, now fully visible to onlookers.
The noble and elegant body of Her Highness the Virgo Saintess was firmly bound to a wooden pillar atop the hill of Death. Her hands were tied behind the pillar with ribbons, and her long, golden hair, like silken threads, fluttered and danced in the wind, shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight. This accentuated the unwavering expression on her jade-like face, creating an unusual and captivating beauty.
It was a small hill rising from a pasture, covered in grass that swayed and rustled in the wind.
A few steps ahead of her, one of her closest sisters, Saintess Aquarius of Aquarius, was being brutally raped. Her snow-white, slender, and pure body was forced to kneel like a female dog on the grass, enduring the violent rape from behind by Elva, gasping and screaming, occasionally letting out trembling moans.
Elva, equally naked, knelt behind the Aquarius Saintess, gripping her slender waist and snowy buttocks, thrusting his hips forward with tremendous force, slapping her soft, jade-like buttocks with resounding slaps.
His other hand was raised high, striking her snow-white buttocks hard, producing even louder sounds. Each strike left five bright red finger marks, the force so great it was breathtaking.
Under such blows, the Aquarius Saintess let out painful moans, yet her face was increasingly tinged with pleasure. As Elva increased his force, her cries grew more excited and joyful, until finally she even twisted her body, cooperating with Elva's rape, slamming her bruised buttocks against his groin, allowing his penis to penetrate deeper and bring her even more intense pleasure.
Saintess Wei'er watched all this with sorrow. With her unwavering mind, she could clearly see that Saintess Aquarius was only one step away from corruption. Her thirst for depravity had already dragged her into the abyss of darkness. Elva,
of course, could also see it. While brutally raping the innocent and beautiful saintess, he felt fortunate to have found her weakness and the correct method to discipline her. Saintess Aquarius was rapidly falling into depravity. However, ultimately turning her into a succubus wouldn't be easy; it was likely that she was just a hair's breadth away from complete corruption.
"To truly corrupt her, a special opportunity is needed," Elva thought, raising his hand higher and striking harder, his hips thrusting rapidly, brutally penetrating and ravaging her tender orifice. Saintess Aquarius's painful yet ecstatic moans echoed across the pasture. Not
far away, Saintess Minnie knelt naked on the ground, her crystalline body trembling with fear as she watched this brutal and abusive scene.
Around her neck hung a golden collar with a black leather strap, which the little witch led, making her lie like a puppy on the thick grass. Occasionally, the witch would lift her legs and kick her smooth, jade-like buttocks excitedly, deriving pleasure from torturing her.
To her side and behind, the steadfast Countess Lerian stood on the verdant grass, biting her lip tightly, also leading a saintess by the hand. The rope, however, passed through her golden nose ring, forcing her to kneel in the same position on the grass. Her beautiful eyes were filled with confusion as she watched the Aquarius saintess being violated, without a trace of emotion.
These days, Saintess Dorothy had been living a life of utter humiliation. She was often taken to the pasture by Elva, but instead of riding her, Elva rode her across the grassland, slapping her jade-like buttocks to urge her to run faster, shouting excitedly, as if she had just bought a supercar.
When his interest was piqued, Elva would rein in the horse, and no matter where they ran, he would immediately step back from her back, thrusting his erect penis into her vagina or anus, ravaging her and venting his intense lust. Dorothy,
having lost her saintly mind, only sought primal pleasure, readily accepting his defilement. She would often lie on the grass, moaning and panting, experiencing multiple orgasms as he fucked her, ejaculating copious amounts of her juices at the peak of pleasure. All three of her orifices absorbed a large amount of Elva's semen, becoming one of the most important nutrients sustaining her life.
Elva, a man of pristine hygiene, refused to urinate on the hay, instead urinating into Dorothy's sacred mouth to quench his mount's thirst. Saint Dorothy willingly endured this, drinking his urine and semen daily, being ridden on his back and having his desires satisfied through every orifice. This tormented the cowherd Lelian, who often banged her head against the wall, wishing she were dead.
Elva didn't punish her for this disrespectful behavior, but would often press her before Saint Dorothy, inserting his thick penis into her tender orifice, brutally raping her until she was nearly dead. To lessen the suffering of her beloved saint, Lelian also tried to please Elva, riding him and moaning wantonly, striving to become more wanton, sucking more of his semen with her two small mouths, hoping to spare Saint Dorothy another cruel rape.
Princess Qinana was jealous of her treatment and would mock and ridicule her whenever they met, making Lilian furious. Lilian could only endure it, searching for an opportunity to rescue her for the sake of her beloved Saintess.
Now, Princess Qinana stood not far away, holding her sister's hand, glaring at Lilian, pondering how to drive her away so she could return to being a cheerful cowgirl and sneak some milk when Elva wasn't around.
Elva was about to go to war again; the army had already been assembled. He had brought them all to the ranch because he was about to leave, giving them a parting gift—a farewell party to make them remember his kindness and recall this parting celebration.
Saintess Censer and Saintess Libra had naturally come along, watching the scene of Saintess Aquarius being brutally raped with expressions of excitement. Only Saintess Aries, with tears in her eyes, was both excited and pitying her former sister.
Before Saintess Weir, Elva had reached his climax, gripping Saintess Aquarius's pristine body tightly, thrusting his hips forward with all his might. Saintess Aquarius, weeping, struggled to push her pink buttocks back, allowing his penis to penetrate to its deepest point, throbbing violently as he ejaculated a large amount of semen deep into her womb.
After finishing, Elva collapsed onto the grass, panting heavily, his mind reeling with excitement. The other beautiful women, except for Saintess Weir who was bound, all lay on top of him, deeply kissing his lips, licking his body, and using their smooth, agile tongues to clean the filth from his genitals.
Lelian, like a puppy, knelt expressionlessly at his crotch, licking him, watching Saintess Minnie, who was licking his penis with tears in her eyes, as if in a dream.
After Elva was cleaned, at his signal, the little witch, along with two princesses and a countess, tied him up. Saintess Censer and Saintess Libra then untied the Virgo Saintess from the wooden pillar and dragged her before him to test his resistance.
Standing before Saintess Wilkes, Elva could only barely resist for a few seconds before collapsing to his knees, wailing and desperately kissing her bare feet, confessing his sins and hoping for cruel punishment so that justice would be served.
Seeing this unexpected scene, Lerian was astonished, but seeing that everyone else seemed unfazed, she didn't press the matter, only staring wide-eyed as she observed the intricacies of the situation.
Elva was weeping and confessing in anguish when Saintess Censer seized Saintess Weir's jade-like foot, shoving her crystal-clear toes into his mouth, successfully silencing him. He could only weep as he desperately sucked on the saintess's toes, washing them with saliva before swallowing them with reverence.
The noble and beautiful Libra saintess brought her cherry lips to his ear, speaking with infinite tenderness, "If you want to atone, you should kiss her body; only then will you have a chance for redemption..."
Elva was originally able to resist her mental magic, but now he was already influenced by Saintess Weir, his resistance reduced to its lowest point. Under her alluring words, he nodded dazedly, his kissing and licking of her jade toes becoming even more intense.
Standing before him, Saintess Wei'er's expression changed. She was about to speak to stop Elwa when suddenly a pair of underwear flew through the air, landing in Saintess Censer's hand. With a slight twist, she pinched open Censer's cheek and stuffed the underwear into her mouth, silencing her words. The one
who threw the underwear was the little witch. She dared not approach Saintess Wei'er, fearing she would be influenced. Seeing Saintess Wei'er open her mouth to speak, she immediately picked up Elwa's discarded underwear and threw it to Saintess Censer. Seeing her understand and stuff it into Saintess Wei'er's mouth, she was overjoyed, clapping and cheering, anticipating Elwa's next move.
Elwa knelt on the ground, his hands bound behind his back, yet he still diligently kissed Saintess Wei'er's jade feet, his tongue rapidly licking the soles, performing his act of atonement under the guidance of Saintess Libra.
Saintess Wei'er had been laid down on the grass by the two other saintesses. Her feet were being licked until they were unbearably itchy. Although she tried to pull her legs away, the sword-orchid girl and the Aries saintess held her firmly, preventing her from moving. She could only endure the intense itching with tears streaming down her face, her beautiful face a mixture of crying and laughing, driven to unbearable itch.
Elva licked her jade-like feet clean, focusing intently on
the soles for a long time until the Libra saintess had had her fill. Only then, under her guidance, did he continue licking downwards. His tongue brought a blush to her snow-white, translucent calves. Elva's lips enveloped her rounded knees, licking them up and down, gradually moving upwards until he reached her delicate, smooth thighs.
Although the itching in her feet had subsided, Saintess Wei'er's face showed panic. She looked down at Elva, moaning and trying to struggle, but the other saintesses held her down, preventing her from moving. She could only continue to weep, watching desperately as he approached her virgin territory.
The delicate, snow-white inner thighs, naturally a sensual area, quickly flushed red as Elva's wet tongue licked them, a blush that was both white and pink, utterly alluring.
Elva, however, remained unmoved by this beautiful sight, still weeping and licking upwards. Suddenly, the appearance of delicate, beautiful petals before him caused him to pause slightly, his mouth opening wide, yet he dared not kiss them.
The Libra Saintess, whose eyes had long been gleaming, became anxious upon seeing him stop, hastily bringing her fragrant lips to his ear and softly saying, "Go and kiss her! Only by kissing and licking her diligently can you gain her forgiveness!"
Elva's eyes also shone with fervor. The thought of being forgiven by the pure and holy Saintess Wei'er made him forget everything else. He immediately opened his mouth wide and bit down hard on the tender opening!
The holy maiden let out a muffled groan, veins finally bulging on her smooth, white forehead, her beautiful eyes widening to their limit, unable to maintain her composure any longer.
Her legs were firmly held down by the Aries Saintess and the Minnie Saintess, spread wide apart, her long white dress lifted, exposing her delicate and beautiful lower body to Elva, allowing him to easily lick and suckle.
Elva's first bite was a little too forceful in his haste, leaving teeth marks on her petals and flesh. His second bite was a vigorous sucking, his tongue probing deep into her tender opening, exploring its depths with all his might.
Even though he was now completely powerless, his devout tongue, licking with all his might, still brought tears to the Saintess Wei'er's eyes. Her body quickly heated up, trembling uncontrollably, her breathing becoming rapid.
Watching this scene, the sword-orchid girl silently shed tears, her heart filled with guilt. But her hands still pressed down hard on Saintess Weir's long, slender legs. To preserve her chastity, she had to do this, leaving her bewildered and helpless. She could only comfort herself, saying, "Even if I don't do it, Censer and the others will still do it... Saintess Weir, please forgive me!"
Thinking this, she pressed down even harder, preventing Saintess Weir from moving and suffering even more cruel treatment.
Elva wept with remorse, tears streaming from his eyes, falling onto his snow-white belly and soft golden hair, each strand glistening with a teardrop, symbolizing his pure, kind, and upright heart weeping in anguish.
His tongue was also devoutly licking, probing the pure, sweet flesh of the girl's vagina, until it touched her hymen. He gently licked around that sacred membrane, then his tongue curled up like a fleshy hook, digging hard into the tender flesh. His nose habitually pressed against the girl's clitoris, rubbing it vigorously, his breath making the clitoris and petals warm and moist.
The usually calm and beautiful girl, under his devout kisses, had her beautiful eyes roll back, her delicate body trembled violently, and her breathing became extremely rapid. If it weren't for her panties covering her cherry-like mouth, she would probably have screamed and groaned.

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