Passion in the Temple

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Having emerged from the era following the Great Cataclysm and successfully resurrected, Krisanna stood silently before the stone altar, her hands clasped. Her pure white priestess robes, trimmed with gold, outlined her exquisite figure. Her face was beautiful and serene, her expression haughty, radiating a holy light that was difficult to look directly at. Just as the dark creatures suspected—was there any reason besides faith that she became a chosen one of the gods?

A mage clad in black robes suddenly entered, his expression so gloomy and somber that the once luminous temple seemed to be tinged with a desolate and dilapidated aura. The black-robed mage, Raistlin Majeri, entered, as if the god of destruction had suddenly descended upon the world.

Through his hourglass-shaped pupils, Raistlin saw the temple rapidly fade, decay, and become ruins. And in these ruins, the only thing that had not lost its radiance was the priestess before him, the chosen one of the gods—Krisanna, still dazzlingly beautiful and holy amidst the ruins.

The black-robed mage closed his eyes, closing them before the goddess of the gods began to fade, wanting to preserve this moment of brilliance in his heart. However, a violent cough cruelly interrupted his tender moment, also startling the priestess.

Her flowing black hair billowed in a beautiful arc as Krisanna turned to look back: "Raistlin?" Her melodious voice held a mixture of fear and anticipation. To avoid disturbing the goddess of the gods' evening prayers, the altar priests and servants kept their distance, leaving only the two of them standing at opposite ends of the side hall, like the white dragon and the statue behind the darkness—so close yet separated by an insurmountable chasm.

Raistlin reopened his eyes; the illusion before him had vanished. Krisanna stood once more in the radiant temple—no, it wasn't the temple that shone so brightly, but the goddess of the gods before her. The temple seemed to exist solely to highlight her beauty and holiness. Raistlin Majeri, appearing in this sacred place, seemed utterly out of place. Facing the seemingly within reach of Krisanna, he suddenly felt like a dark creature trembling before the holy light—so insignificant, so small, and so filthy.

"No, I am Raistlin Majeri, the greatest mage, and soon to be a god," the mage murmured, emphasizing to himself, "I will never tremble, neither before the darkness nor before you…the chosen one of the gods." "Krisanna, if you have finished your foolish prayers, I have something to discuss with you," Raistlin said haughtily, now calmer. "

Discuss…what? Is it because, returning to this era of the gods' greatest glory…even a stubborn rock like you has finally been moved by me?" With a confident, elegant smile, Krisanna walked past rows of birchwood benches to greet him. Her light steps, accompanied by the flowing silver threads of her priest's robes, were captivating; even the elves present would have offered their heartfelt praise.

"Reform? What a foolish and laughable word!" Raistlin sneered. "The glorious age of the gods? Perhaps, but soon it will be my age, the age of magic." With that, Raistlin lightly tapped his staff, sealing the entire side hall under his magic.

"What are you doing? This is a temple! What trouble are you trying to cause now?" Krisanna, who had already walked up to him, asked in surprise, looking around to discern the nature of the magical barrier.

"Don't be too nervous, I just don't want anyone to disturb us. After all, the servants of the gods are always a bit of a show-off." As Raistlin spoke, he lifted the hood of his mage's robe, revealing a full head of white hair and golden skin beneath it.

"Is there a secret you want to tell me?" Krisanna took a small step closer, gazing at him, her eyelashes fluttering as she cut through the gentle candlelight.

"I suppose so, and it's very important to you..." the mage mumbled, instantly casting a feline grace upon himself. As Krisanna drew closer to hear him, he swiftly seized the priestess's white chin, and with a speed beyond the mage's comprehension, sealed her gasp with his golden lips... The kiss was so long, so long that the two completely forgot where they were and the mission they bore, until the goddess's rapid breathing caused her breasts to heave violently, and this alluring movement finally brought the mage back from the ecstasy of the kiss.

"Ahem..." To cover his lapse in composure, the mage coughed lightly and rambled on, "I unfortunately witnessed your destruction just now. Since you cannot witness my eternity, I hope to leave some beautiful memories before you wither away. Perhaps after I am deified, I can rely on these memories to reshape the chosen one of the gods." Krisanna leaned softly against Raistlin's chest, her supple, firm breasts pressed against his chest, their shape visible even through her priest's robes.

Still inexperienced and not yet recovered from the intense stimulation, her fair cheeks flushed crimson as she murmured, "What beautiful...memories?" The fragrant breath from her glistening lips seeped into the collar of her black robes.

Before Raistlin could make any further move, Krisanna snapped back to reality, forcefully pushing him away and taking several steps back. She instinctively wiped her lips, her anger overshadowing her embarrassment.

"How dare you offend me..." "Women are such a hassle." The mage muttered in frustration, regretting that he hadn't seized the opportunity to completely conquer the goddess.

However, Raistlin wasn't one to give up easily. Krisanna's defensiveness only fueled his desire to possess her completely. With a light tap of his staff, an instant-cast animated rope tightly bound the female priest, while a Bull's Strength landed on the mage. The

animated rope tightened, outlining the curves of her body beneath her robes, exquisitely shapely. Especially striking were two ropes that wrapped around her legs. Krisanna let out a soft cry of pain, her entire body radiating a holy light, gradually dissolving the animated rope. A beam of white light shot towards the culprit—[Law of Paralysis]!

With the aid of the Bull's Strength, Raistlin charged towards the female priest. This wasn't the behavior of a mage, but faced with the beautiful female priest, he decided to abandon mage elegance and learn from his brother to solve the problem in a more manly way. The mage, panting heavily, rushed forward and tore at the priestess's robe.

The white robe slipped from her shoulders, revealing her fair skin, like the finest jade; delicate collarbones; a platinum dragon amulet dangling from her deep cleavage, drawing the eye downwards, her full, rounded curves half-hidden, half-revealed.

Under the mage's burning touch, Krisanna's mind went blank, her holy light dimming instantly. She almost lost her balance.

"Stop—" The priestess's struggle frustrated the mage, and he finally realized that tearing her clothes didn't look manly at all, but rather like a shrew. Enraged, he simply threw a Disintegrate spell at Krisanna's priestess robe.

Watching the cumbersome priest's robes crumble into shreds under the green light of the Disintegration spell, revealing the female priest's fair skin and adorable undergarments, Raistlin couldn't help but laugh triumphantly: "Now you know the power of a great mage, don't you?" "How rude!" Krisanna panicked instantly, her arms wrapped around her large breasts, which were about to spill out from under her corset, but her slender waist and long legs were forced to be displayed before Raistlin.

With a "pfft," the poor mage sprayed blood from his nose all over Krisanna. Fortunately, the strength of the bull supported him, preventing him from collapsing to the ground, but the overly erotic stimulation before him made Raistlin forget his identity as a mage once again. He clumsily picked up the half-naked female priest and stumbled towards the altar, greedily trying to kiss her.

"Put me down..." Krisanna tried to break free but had nowhere to hold on, and unintentionally loosened the collar and belt of her mage's robe. Trapped in Raistlin's arms, she had a thousand arcane spells at her disposal, yet couldn't recall a single one. The heat emanating from the velvet fabric almost melted her. She turned her head to avoid the mage's kiss but lost her balance, her arms reflexively hooking around his neck.

Soon she touched the cold jade altar, up and down, ice and fire clashing.

"Hehe, you're quite proactive too!" the mage chuckled mischievously, following the priestess's struggling movements, kissing her from her red lips all the way to the valley between her large breasts, lingering there to feel the heat of her chest, listening to her shy breaths, and inhaling the intoxicating scent of her breasts.

"Krisanna, you are truly captivating." Raistlin carried the priestess to the altar, gently stroking her hair as he said, "You are the only woman in the entire magical world of Klein who has ever stirred my heart. Our union will be blessed by the gods." "You don't believe in gods at all," the priestess muttered absently.

"What does it matter? You are the chosen one of the gods, that's enough." Taking advantage of Krisanna's distraction over this bizarre reason, the mage quickly removed his robes and laid them on the cold altar, gently placing her on top of the black robes.

"No...don't..." Krisanna tightly closed her eyes, unable to bear looking at Raistlin's naked body any longer. This is my lord's altar! Guilt made her shrink back, her delicate toes accidentally touching the erection in the center of his body.

"Not here..." The chosen one of the gods, clad in tattered clothes, the Paladin's altar, a mixture of holiness and debauchery, stirred the dark and evil side of the human heart. Her shy and frightened pleas only fueled the desire to violate him.

Krisanna's pristine white body curled up in her black mage robes, the stark contrast of white and black dazzling. Raistlin wanted to act immediately, but then remembered someone's boast, "Women are all weak; with enough foreplay, they're easily manipulated." Always striving for the strongest, Raistlin couldn't resist a competitive urge. He forced himself to calm down and, using the same trick, threw out several animated ropes, forcefully stretching the priestess's body into a spread-eagle position.

Krisanna struggled weakly and helplessly, but the ropes remained tight. Her pure body, never before treated like this, was presented to the mage for his pleasure.

"Let me go...you wicked man!" she cried out in shame and anger, reciting an arcane prayer. But before she could finish, Raistlin hurriedly tore off Krisanna's bra and stuffed it into her mouth, silencing the rest of the prayer.

Looking at the priestess's panicked face and writhing body, Raistlin felt a pang of guilt. However, things had already come to this point, and retreating was futile. If word got back to someone, his glorious image would be completely ruined. Raistlin had no choice but to harden his heart and ignore Krisanna's pitiful face. Instead, he parted her long, slender, white legs, tore apart the damp fabric covering her private area, and focused intently on searching for the virginal spring within the fragrant grass. The

unexplored forbidden land seemed to melt under his burning fingers. Krisanna tried desperately to close her legs, but the result was only red marks on her limbs from the ropes. Her delicate body trembled, her breasts heaving with breathtaking waves. The priestess, unable to speak, let out broken moans, her grey eyes glistening with tears as she pleaded with Raistlin.

Her mental imprint was directly imprinted in his mind: "No…don't touch me…" Yet, her body, against her will, gradually became wet.

Ignoring Krisanna's weak resistance, Raistlin persistently dug and teased the valley between the priestess's legs. Moments later, the juice overflowing from the pink spring had completely soaked the grass in the goddess's secret area, and some even flowed down the priestess's valley, wetting the black robes laid on the altar.

The mage withdrew his wet finger and tasted it, while the pink spring continued to twitch even after his finger was removed, as if beckoning something to fill it. Seeing this, the mage deliberately made sucking sounds and mocked, "God's favorite daughter, your little mouth down there is quite sweet, and it seems to welcome me quite a bit." Seeing that Krisanna was trembling and unable to answer, Raistlin calmly removed the rest of his clothes, not forgetting to quickly wash his body with the magical spring water.

"Now it's time to officially begin." The mage removed the bra from the priestess's mouth, lifted Krisanna's head with one hand and kissed her deeply, simultaneously sending the remaining juice from his tongue into her mouth.

"Taste us first, isn't it intoxicating?" His other hand once again probed the priestess's muddy valley, causing it to overflow once more.

Tasting the strange flavor, Krisanna frowned uncomfortably, her lips and tongue constantly teased and sucked, a thin silver thread trailing from the corners of her lips. The electric current exerted by Raistlin coursed through her body, draining her strength. She could only passively await his advances.

Seeing the naked body through which the magical spring water flowed, especially the horribly large size of a certain part, the priestess felt a deep fear of her impending fate. Seizing the brief opportunity, she uttered a few words, and a hazy holy light emanated from her, like countless tiny thorns piercing the mage's pale golden skin, especially his unrestrained hands—the power of the Paladin protecting the chosen daughter from impurity.

The holy light stung the mage, but this feeble resistance only fueled his anger, posing no real obstacle. With a mere touch, he easily broke through the priestess's resistance. The priestess's fleeting glance at her clone before casting the spell was clearly caught by Raistlin. Misunderstanding Krisanna's perception, Raistlin angrily cast a giantification spell on his clone, then, after a moment's thought, added petrification and shapeshifting spells, making it resemble a ferocious platinum dragon.

The mage leaped onto the altar, straddling the goddess of the gods before her, forcefully prying open her lips and shoving his hard member inside.

"This is a Paladin, serve it well," Raistlin said contemptuously, while forcefully kneading the priestess's two enormous breasts, watching with amusement as they deformed, throbbed, and grew larger under his fingertips.

"Ugh!" Krisanna's lips were stretched to their limit, her delicate tongue pinned down, the enormous member not only filling her mouth but also reaching her throat. The warm, moist mouth enveloped Raistlin's member, the tender inner walls stinging from the deformed edges.

The female priest, suppressing her nausea, unconsciously swallowed, objectively creating the tragic reality of "passionately sucking on the intruder's tip." Tears of humiliation and pain slid down her beautiful face like shattered starlight. Her fair breasts were ravaged, turning a deep red; their once proud size had become the source of her suffering.

Krisanna's unexpected cooperation pleased Raistlin immensely, calming the violence within him. Looking at the female priest's blurred, tearful eyes and her breasts covered in red marks from his forceful kneading, Raistlin's tender side once again prevailed. He gently withdrew part of his penis to allow Krisanna to breathe more easily, while simultaneously bending down to gently lick the red marks on her breasts, placing the nipples in his mouth and sucking them softly like a baby.

"Krisanna, I'm sorry, did I hurt you? Don't cry, a little lick will make it better." Seeing Krisanna slowly calm down, Raistlin gradually shifted his weight forward, his tongue, which had been sucking on her nipples, tracing across the priestess's smooth, white chest and abdomen, pausing briefly at her navel before heading straight for the still trembling source of her cleavage.

Pushing out slightly gave Krisanna a chance to catch her breath; her delicate tongue tried to push the erect member out, but lacking the strength, it turned into a lick, her wet, soft tongue caressing the peaks and crevices of the platinum dragon.

"Uh... ah..." Raistlin's gentle kisses elicited intermittent, sweet moans from her; her pink nipples hardened, ripening to a rosy red. The unprecedented stimulation made her begin to suspect that the mage was a succubus in disguise.

Krisanna's passionate cooperation pleased Raistlin greatly; he felt he should serve his goddess of beauty more actively, according to what he had learned in the books. Ignoring the two increasingly hard and erect nipples, the mage gently parted the obstructing thighs and continued licking the fragrant crevices. Under Raistlin's persistent licking, the already overflowing valley trembled even more rapidly. Her

most private place was being played with by Raistlin, and his male symbol was in her mouth, in the form of "My Lord." This realization alone dealt a heavy blow to Krisanna. She tried to bite down, but the hard object, reinforced with petrified skin, hurt her teeth.

"Please don't torture me anymore..." The priestess's pitiful plea, abandoning her dignity, echoed through the spiritual imprint, her body convulsing as if reaching the astral plane, unconsciously sucking and swallowing the foreign object that filled her small mouth.

Krisanna's protest stopped Raistlin's further assault, but it also left him utterly bewildered. "According to the book, the woman should be happy!" Raistlin mused, and, not understanding why, he simply knelt up, leaving only his hard member moving intermittently in Krisanna's mouth.

After a moment, the mage, still thinking—perhaps his technique was lacking, hence the dislike—decided to stop serving the demanding goddess. He climbed down from the altar, turned Krisanna's mouth, still holding his member, and lifted her shoulders, forcing her head back. At the same time, he forcefully pushed his increasingly swollen and ferocious member into the priestess's throat. The enormous weapon cruelly filled the goddess's throat, the head of the platinum dragon even faintly visible beneath the priestess's skin.

As Raistlin slowly thrust in and out, Krisanna was repeatedly plunged into suffocating pleasure, her overflowing vulva convulsing, spurting out jets of water with each opening and closing of the opening.

Her lips were already numb from the pressure, a trail of clear fluid trailing from them. The roots of the platinum dragon's tail repeatedly poked and stabbed at Krisanna's delicate face, leaving red marks.

If Raistlin hadn't introduced a small amount of air with each withdrawal, she would have suffocated long ago. Even the prostitutes of Ishtar might not be able to master such a difficult technique as deep throating, let alone a female priest who had never experienced it. Physiological tears slid down her beautiful gray eyes, her incoherent moans accompanying Raistlin's brutality.

"Treading through thorns and brambles, traversing thousands of miles, braving dark clouds and howling winds, I still keep moving forward, for I hold the lamp of my Lord, whose light shines..." She could still recite the prayer intermittently with her mental strength.

The fervent prayers of the goddess of the gods failed to stop Raistlin's wickedness; instead, they drove him further down the path of blasphemy. Her moans and whimpers only caused his weapon, rendered numb by his petrified skin, to swell, throb, and throb

even faster. As tears streamed down the goddess's cheeks, Raistlin's platinum dragon-like member leaped violently, spewing forth streams of foul-smelling, white fluid like a dragon's breath, instantly filling Krisanna's small mouth. The excess fluid, mixed with saliva, overflowed from the corners of her mouth, mingling with her glistening tears and staining the priestess's holy face.

The mage did not withdraw his limp member but cruelly forced it into the goddess's mouth, churning and thrusting, forcing Krisanna to swallow the viscous liquid sealed in her mouth in small sips.

To avoid choking, Krisanna could only slowly swallow the salty, fishy liquid. At that moment, she finally understood firsthand how the so-called most evil black-robed mage truly lived up to his name.

"I hate you..." Tears of shame soaked Raistlin's thighs. Having finally swallowed his offering, the fragrant juices from the priestess's mouth automatically cleansed the still-erect platinum dragon's phallus, leaving not a trace of filth even in its folds, until she swallowed even the juices mixed with her own terrible grime.

Raistlin, panting, withdrew his once-erect weapon. This violent ejaculation had exhausted the poor mage's meager strength; he could only grab a high-grade stamina potion from the air and gulp it down for a quick recovery.

Arcane-condensed holy springs flowed gently, cleansing Krisanna of her filth. It was all over—at least that's what she thought. She stared blankly at the temple dome, hoping this was just a nightmare.

"Stop daydreaming, we need to get down to business." The mage's voice, now brimming with renewed energy, pulled the divinely favored daughter back to harsh reality. Ignoring her feeble struggles, and with the help of the activated rope, Raistlin adjusted the sobbing Krisanna into a head-in-feet-out position, bringing her smooth, rounded legs together. He pressed his abdomen, though lacking in exercise but still without an ounce of fat, against her firm thighs, squeezing his now-erect member between her legs to feel the heat of her inner thighs. He rubbed his not-so-thick but sensual chest against her smooth calves, and licked her small, adorable toes.

This was not the end, but the beginning!

"You just... how could this be?" Startled by the pulsating hardness between her thighs, Krisanna cried out in disbelief. Her voice, having just been roughly used, was no longer clear, but instead carried an ambiguous, suggestive quality. Her skin, cool from the holy spring, contrasted sharply with the mage's always-warm body temperature. Her body, still sensitive from the afterglow of her climax, strained to lift her leg and thrust her knee against Raistlin's chest and abdomen, trying to push him away.

However, the priestess's struggle only aroused the mage further. Her calves, lightly striking his chest, were like lovers' playful banter; her tightly clenched thighs, with each kick of her calves, stimulated Raistlin's abusive member like a gentle massage, causing it to quickly and fully swell once more.

"My beloved daughter, you are truly passionate. The platinum dragon between your legs is ready to fully experience your entirety," the mage teased, controlling the animated rope to encircle the priestess's left leg behind him. He then captured her still-kneeling right foot, patiently nibbling on each toe and gently licking the sole, until the priestess, unable to bear it any longer, let out a sobbing laugh. Only then did he slowly kiss his way down her slender ankle... When Raistlin's wicked lips finally reached the mysterious garden at the base of Krisanna's thigh, her once strong and powerful right leg slumped limply against the mage's left shoulder, her beautiful right foot dangling in mid-air, kicking unconsciously. The mage plunged his tongue into the opening and closing flower of the beloved daughter, greedily sucking the overflowing nectar, until the priestess trembled and reached her second climax.

"Don't tarnish the name of my lord... Ah... Mmm..." Krisanna's righteous admonition was interrupted by a seductive moan. With a convulsive tremor, her left foot, bound behind Raistlin, slowly rubbed against him, the golden ring on her ankle almost carving a deep furrow into his muscular body. Was this a subtle provocation?

"You...you villain! Ah...do the black-robed ones usually...ah...uh...use female apprentices for...practice?" The priestess, nearly dizzy, still had the strength to recall the exquisitely beautiful dark elf in the tower. She didn't realize it sounded like jealousy. Their limbs twisted and intertwined into strange shapes on the altar, the distant shadows cast by the statues on the wall enveloping them.

"Don't think nonsense, you are my only one," Raistlin softly comforted, stroking Krisanna's still trembling body, kissing her firm breasts, pressing his burning platinum head against the entrance of her dripping paradise, but not rushing in. He only tentatively rubbed the large head against the entrance.

"What...what are you doing?" Krisanna asked, trembling.

"I was afraid of hurting you. It's your first time, so you should get used to the size of the Paladin first, so you don't get hurt," Raistlin teased, gently squeezing the head of the dragon into the opening and carefully moving it shallowly at the entrance, slowly savoring the changes at the entrance of the God-favored Daughter's opening, feeling the delicate body beneath him become hot again, the breasts in his hands swelling completely with excitement, waiting for the juices from the dragon's head to flow down her cleft and soak the already soaked mage's robe on the altar.

"Ah... ah..." The flesh of her vulva opened and closed, kissing Raistlin's tip, tingling like a feather brushing against her, like a silent but alluring invitation.

His gentleness and consideration did not win Krisanna's gratitude. Even without penetration, she had already tasted the threat of that sharp tip.

"No, no... I can't lose my virginity, my body and soul belong to God..." She desperately twisted her delicate body to avoid the imminent attack.

"Your body and soul will surely belong to me. I will become a god, and you are the only divinely favored daughter I cherish. You belong only to me, and I will be your everything," Raistlin declared domineeringly. He stopped his shallow thrusts and instead slowly and resolutely pushed his hard, platinum dragon-like weapon into the priestess's honeyed depths until it reached her last line of defense.

"You will always belong only to me," Raistlin whispered in Krisanna's ear, while forcefully piercing her body. Amid her screams of pain, he thrust his member into her untouched, mysterious place, until it reached its deepest point... A trickle of blood slowly flowed from their point of union, dripping onto the stained black robe.

"Ahhhhh!" Krisanna let out a shrill, high-pitched scream as she was penetrated.

"Boom!" At the same time, the thunderbolts of the God of Goodness, Paladin, roared above the temple. The entire city of Ishtar trembled, but no one knew why.

—One of the few "Priests of the True God" in the era of divine power's heyday, the unique daughter of the gods in the era of the Great Cataclysm, the black-robed mage who was prophesied to destroy the world had taken her virginity, irrevocably losing the purity she should have offered to Paladin.

The daughter of the gods' bodies tensed up for a moment, then went limp. As if cleaved in two by a sharp blade, her pale face instantly lost its color, her legs spread wide to accommodate Raistlin's invasion—when the gods created beings, they did not increase the volume of human women accordingly because of the existence of magic that made them grow larger—the inner walls, stretched to their limit, were almost every fold flattened, and her flat abdomen even bulged slightly, and this was only in a static state of containment.

Krisanna's difficult situation did not diminish Raistlin's deserved enjoyment. The embrace was so gentle, tightening and contracting with the priestess's pulse, passionately devouring her.

"You belong to me, you belong only to me," Raistlin whispered again in Krisanna's ear, as he began to slowly thrust in and out, his massive member stubbornly moving in and out of the priestess's body. Each thrust felt like tearing her body apart, completely filling her wrinkled interior, causing her to furrow her brow and let out screams; each withdrawal felt like taking away a part of her soul, leaving her body empty, causing her to relax and let out intermittent moans.

Listening to the beautiful sounds of the divinely favored woman beneath him as he entered and exited, and watching her ever-changing expressions with each thrust, Raistlin's breathing grew heavy. The mental pleasure of taking away the platinum dragon's virginity and the physical pleasure of his being tightly embraced and devoured simultaneously stimulated him. This moment of excitement and pleasure even made him feel, in a daze, that the achievement of godhood might not be so great after all... His legs, which had finally regained their freedom, kicked weakly, or perhaps the only option was to hold Raistlin's waist?

Compared to the easily satisfied Raistlin, Krisanna's soul and will were at a height unattainable by mortals. The charmingly moaning female priest had not completely torn off her usual cold mask: "Ah... I... I pity you..." With a fierce penetration, she arched her body abruptly, her full breasts flattened into ovals on the mage's chest, before being pulled down again by the activated rope.

"Uh, um... If a heart consumed by darkness could be led to a ray of light... I... ahh..." "Pity? I need no pity, not even the gods have the right to pity me!" Raistlin roared madly, no longer caring about the pain of the newly blemished priestess, repeatedly and violently thrusting his terrifying, fully-sharpened weapon deep into her body, then forcefully pulling it out, drawing out streaks of blood. Krisanna no longer let out the slightly pleasurable moans, but instead let out increasingly hoarse screams, tears of pain bursting from her tightly closed eyes, streaming down her face.

"Pity? Pathetic daughter of the gods, now let's see who needs pity?" Looking at Krisanna's miserable state, Raistlin asked triumphantly, "Is it you, or me?" After saying that, he thrust in deeply a few more times, causing her to let out several more high-pitched screams.

Violent and ruthless, the platinum dragon avatar crashed into the gate at the top of the tunnel, the place where life was born. Krisanna realized that the flesh of her vaginal opening had not yet made contact with Raistlin's hip bone—meaning further torture was to come.

"Ahhh!" The illusion that her lower body was about to collapse caused the priestess's delicate body to arch violently. The animated ropes binding her wrists snapped as the holy power dissolved, and her freed hands formed simple hand seals. The divine power generated by the healing arcane flowed through her body, repairing her damaged flesh—especially her lower body. The wound that had healed when Raistlin withdrew was immediately torn open by the next invasion.

"I-I'm sorry...ah...uh..." The goddess of the gods wrapped her soft arms around the mage's neck, tears wetting his white hair, her breasts pressed against his chest, kneading back and forth with his thrusts.

"Ah...um...I, I'm willing to take your place...redemption...ah!" Even in this state, she still upheld the teachings of the god of kindness and love—forgiveness. Or perhaps, this was a unique and beautiful encounter that only Raistlin could enjoy?

"Looks like you're still got plenty of energy?" Raistlin chuckled, having calmed down from his brief rage. "Then let me redeem you properly, free you from your foolish faith." With that, he forcefully rounded the priestess's legs against her chest, using the weapon still piercing her body as a pivot to flip the goddess's curled-up body over. He then twisted Krisanna's hands, which were still trying to form a hand seal, behind her back and clasped them together, one hand clenching tightly.

"You can't do anything now, can you?" The mage gently turned the priestess's head with his free left hand, leaned close to her ear, and whispered in her ear like a lover.

At this moment, Krisanna was curled up in a ball, her proud face blurred with tears, her disheveled hair cascading over her bare back. Her arms were crossed and tightly gripped by the mage's right hand. Her kneeling legs not only forced her lower body to firmly clamp down on the wicked platinum dragon, but also conveniently presented her flawless white buttocks to the mage, allowing them to bounce freely. The change in height allowed Raistlin to easily penetrate her body without bending over. Her breasts, pressed against her knees, were pressed tightly against her embroidered black robe, the hard nipples pressing painfully against the fabric.

"Do you two practice regularly? Clenching so tightly, it's truly intoxicating," the mage mocked after a few attempts, tossing aside the priestess's dazed head, letting her beautiful hair fall onto her black robe.

"You should move a little too! I've been the one working hard while you're enjoying yourself. Don't you even care about a weak mage like me?" Raistlin commanded, slapping Krisanna's shapely buttocks. He used his right hand to pull her arms, guiding her body to match his thrusts, causing the platinum dragon's ferocious head to penetrate her again and again.

In the heat of the battle, her black robes crumpled, Krisanna's ample breasts acting as a fulcrum, rubbing against the rough patterns of the altar. Her buttocks were raised high, even arching back to receive his advances.

"Ah! Ah...no, I can't take it anymore...let me go...ah!" If her arms hadn't been restrained, she would have already crawled forward to escape under Raistlin's relentless, pounding thrusts.

The holy water she had just condensed to cleanse her body, mixed with their bodily fluids, flowed along the carved lines of the altar, finally merging. Several beams of light reflected and refracted, resonating with the magic array on the temple walls, causing the entire altar to shoot upwards in a soft, holy white light. It was a simple arcane circle used in daily church ceremonies.

Holy light lifted the female priest's naked body, freeing her from Raistlin's oppression. The repulsion of divine power temporarily pushed away the "physically weak" mage. As the platinum dragon's sharp edge pierced the cave entrance, a splash of red and white fluid was released, causing Krisanna to convulse again.

Her limbs stretched out, her toes hovering a few centimeters above the altar. Paladin did not abandon her because of her loss of virginity.

"A very interesting design!" the mage commented with interest.

"Unfortunately, I'm not in the mood to study it right now, but I can make good use of it." He cast a simple disguise spell on himself, allowing him to blend into the surrounding divine power.

"You see, Paladin is actually very easy to fool. Just a basic spell can completely nullify his power." While deceiving the gods, he didn't forget to utter terrible blasphemous words to achieve a double humiliation of mind and body.

The mage, wielding his weapon, leaped onto the altar, using the buoyancy of the holy light to lift the female priest to his waist. He forcefully pried open her already limp legs, and in the holy light, savagely entered the body of the divinely favored daughter. His monstrous platinum dragon head once again tore through her defenses of chastity. Her tender petals, ravaged horribly, tore open again, and drops of blood mingled with the fluids of their intercourse, scattering across the altar. The erotic flower blooming in the sacred was breathtakingly beautiful.

The velvety touch, the impenetrable suction of her passage, the tight grip of Raistlin's weapon. Krisanna's slender waist was gripped and lifted, their private parts finally joined together. The platinum dragon's head forced its way in, venturing into the mysterious place where no one else could ever reach. The female priest's waist nearly snapped, her delicate body almost pierced through.

"Ah! Raistlin..." Krisanna's delicate neck was pierced, and abundant fluids poured onto the platinum dragon's avatar. The excessive stimulation exploded into sparks, completely tearing off her mask and twisting her into the seductive posture Raistlin desired.

"Raistlin... ah..." With her last bit of strength, her legs wrapped around the mage's waist, her fingernails drawing blood from his back muscles. All she could do was unconsciously call out the mage's name, calling out to the one who loved her and was torturing her.

Under Raistlin's relentless assault, Krisanna finally wavered. After her body crumbled, the collapse of her faith seemed like an inevitable outcome. However, while the repeated torture had worn away the will of the chosen one, it had also completely exhausted the mage's pitiful strength. Perhaps if he had persisted just a little longer, he could have completely taken the priestess from the Paladin's faith, but he could no longer hold on.

With the mage's weary panting, streams of life force erupted from the taut white dragon's mouth, gushing into the deepest recesses of the priestess's body. These successive eruptions were so powerful and intense, it seemed they were trying to plant Raistlin's seed within Krisanna.

Raistlin finally finished erupting, both his main body and his clones collapsing limply onto Krisanna. The mage had finally completely possessed her, yet he knew he had ultimately failed to conquer her.

As Raistlin was utterly drained, Krisanna fainted. Her wounded body floated above the altar, supporting the mage, providing him with a place to rest.

Inside the temple, tall candlesticks burned silently outside the magic circle. The statues of Paladin, the god of goodness; Taksis, the queen of darkness; and Gillian, the god of neutrality, stood silently facing each other, seemingly unchanging since time immemorial. The madness and blasphemy, the awe and faith of mortals, were perhaps nothing more than insignificant dust in the eyes of the gods.

This night marked one month until the cataclysmic event that would change history; one year until they would both plunge into the abyss.

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