Gunslinger Dragon

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In 1578 , a year that marked the end of a long and turbulent history of war between nations
, the continuous conflicts had led to a global shortage of men, resulting in decreased productivity and forcing many to cease hostilities.
To allow for recovery, the nations signed the 578 Armistice Treaty, agreeing not to wage war within its stipulated timeframe, along with other related clauses.
After the war, bards became very active, and various wartime legends emerged.
However, the most famous of these was the story of a bard who defeated a dragon with a single flute.
Such an incredibly powerful figure vanished without a trace after the war.
All that is known is that the poet appeared briefly and then disappeared without a trace.
The veracity of the legend is uncertain; some say it was merely a fabrication by the poets, while others claim it is true, stating that a dragon from a certain region never returned.
But the truth remains a subject of much debate, perhaps only known to those involved.
This is a story recounting the true events of that time, inviting you to uncover the secrets within… On a new morning, Woji, trying to avoid conscription, bids farewell to his soon-to-be-separated girlfriend.
"Rita, I won't forget you after I leave.
Fate is uncertain, but we'll meet again... I'm going to wander the world as a bard." The woman in Woj's arms hugged him tightly. "I know you have a better chance of survival if you leave here and become a bard.
But your poetry is too beautiful; I'm afraid your devotion will still lead to your death. You should forget me." Woj asked in shock, "It's precisely because my poetry is beautiful that I can be a good bard!
My dear, of all the waters in the world, I only drink from one; isn't it good that I only love you? Why should I forget you?" The woman's eyes were filled with deep sorrow. "Those who sing well often die; I'm afraid you'll lose your life because of your devotion. You should forget me, and I'll forget you too." "Rita, but..." "No buts." The woman pulled away from Woj's embrace. "The caravan is about to depart; you'd better hurry, or you won't be able to leave." The other members of the caravan also quickly pulled Woj away.
The kingdom's conscription force was approaching, and if they didn't set off soon, even the caravan would be implicated.
Woj spent three whole years as a wandering bard. His
days traveling with the caravan gradually made him a renowned bard, but his good fortune didn't last. Woj's caravan was captured by a border kingdom.
The reason was that a dragon was causing chaos in the kingdom, and they were short of soldiers, so they were forcing the caravan members to fight the dragon.
Woj was lucky; the caravan leader and everyone else protected him, willing to exchange the loyalty of all the men in the caravan for Woj's freedom.
Woj felt it was unfair that only he could be exonerated, especially since the others were not strong enough.
However, the others, arguing that bards were incapable of fighting, forcibly sent Woj across the border.
Feeling utterly useless, Woj went to the church in the border town to confess his incompetence to the gods.
"God!" Woj knelt devoutly before the cross, pouring out his heart's suffering. "The constant war forced me to leave my homeland.
Now, because of the appearance of dragons, my friends are also forced to participate in wars they dislike.
What should I do to end all this? God! Please guide me!" Seeing Woj's distress, the priest asked, "Young man, God's glory is everywhere. What troubles you?" Woj told the priest everything and asked, "Father, didn't you say God's glory is everywhere? Then why is there so much suffering now?" The priest shook his head and sighed. "Young man, you don't understand." The priest looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back and continued, "God also has his own affairs to attend to. Occasionally, he goes to other places to do things.
Recently, other gods came to our world seeking help, but our great God went to help and didn't have time!" "Ah!?" The priest suddenly turned around, his eyes scanning him up and down.
After a long silence, the priest spoke, "You say you're a fine bard, right? Seeing your handsome appearance, extraordinary features, and robust physique, I've decided to guide you on a method to slay the dragon." Wojci quickly asked, "Father, what method?" "Sacrifice!" the priest replied solemnly. "Just because our great God is busy doesn't mean other gods are.
In the forest south of this town, a powerful heretical deity is on vacation.
If you offer your poetry as a sacrifice, pleasing and satisfying the heretical deity, he might agree to slay the dragon." The priest asked Wojci, "But you might very well lose your life and never return.
Even so, will you still go?" Wojci firmly replied, "My mind is made up, and I will never regret it.
Father, thank you for guiding me; I'll set off now!" "Young man, wait!" the priest called to Wojci, taking out a beautifully crafted flute and handing it to him.
"In my youth, I was a skilled bard.
When I adventured with my companions, this very instrument saved us from peril and overcame countless difficulties.
Seeing you need it today, I'll give it to you for free." Woji took the flute from the priest, only to find the priest had already teleported behind the church door, holding Woji's money pouch, waving goodbye.
Then, while Woji stood there stunned, the priest quickly closed and locked the door and windows.
Now, Woji had no way to turn back, and resolutely embarked on the forest path to find the heretical god.
After three days of effort, Woji finally found the cave where the heretical god temporarily resided, and continuously played his flute in front of it, hoping to attract the god's attention.
However, a day passed without any response, and Woji finally collapsed from exhaustion after playing the flute all day.
In his hazy sleep, Woji felt alternating sensations of cold and warmth, and a persistent feeling of being pressed down on his body.
I don't know how long I slept in this hazy state, but Woji felt something wet, sticky, and slippery crawling up my lower body, wrapping around it from the bottom.
It circled around the head several times, seemingly enjoying crawling there.
Suddenly, Woji felt a warm breath envelop him, and the base of his penis was softly gripped, a feeling as comfortable as a spring breeze.
Woji felt like he was in heaven, although only his waist was in heaven… The wet, sticky, and slippery thing seemed to finally tire of wrapping around the head; its tip twisted at the urethra and slid in most of the way, continuing to push in from the front and back.
The pleasure of it penetrating was so intense that Woji finally woke up from his half-awake state, looked up, and saw a woman of a race he had never seen before, performing oral sex on him intensely.
And his penis was now as big as his forearm!? (Note: Forearm refers to the part of the arm below the elbow, roughly the size of a 600ml PET bottle.) The woman of unknown race had a very peculiar appearance.
Her hair was long and black, as lustrous as black pearls and as smooth as milk.
Her skin, however, was like translucent white marble, without the slightest blemish.
Her hands and feet were adorned with gold ornaments.
She was barefoot, with two gold rings on her left foot and a string of gold bells on her right. Several gold rings adorned her wrists, and the ends of her hair were also bound with gold rings.
Her clothing was also very peculiar, made of luxurious fabrics she had never seen before, with wide sleeves and a unique collar. She wore
two layers of clothing, red on the outside and white on the inside, tied together with a magnificent cloth belt.
Boldly naked, her upper body was almost entirely exposed, except for her breasts, revealing her smooth back and shoulders, slender neck, and two F-cup breasts with cleavage.
It seemed she wore nothing but two pieces of clothing and a belt.
Upon closer inspection, the woman's appearance was different from the others.
She had delicate features: ruby-like eyes, thin eyebrows, slightly pointed ears, a pert nose, a small mouth, and two white, pointed horns of different lengths on her forehead.
At this moment, her bright red lips were incredibly swallowing and releasing his enormous penis.
Woj felt something constantly penetrating his urethra, drawing out the semen stored in his testicles.
He guessed that wet, sticky, slippery, and long thing was the woman's tongue.
Strangely, the pleasure that should have made Woj ejaculate long ago felt like nothing more than soaking in hot water.
It was stimulating, but too soft, not enough.
Woj was now confident that if it weren't for the woman's tongue probing his mouth, he wouldn't have ejaculated a single drop.
Calming down, Woj discovered his clothes were gone, and the flute was also missing, but there was a small scroll of paper in his right palm.
Before the woman noticed he was awake, Woj quickly and secretly unfolded the scroll to see what was written.
The scroll contained only a message from the priest: "
This flute has miraculous effects. It can merge into your body, elevating your masculinity and abilities to a divine level.
It is a supreme artifact for rescuing sexual frustration and resolving sexual problems.
" Rescuing sexual frustration!? Resolving sexual problems!? What kind of artifact is this?? A demonic artifact!? Where did that priest get this flute when he was young, from the Demon King's villa?? Fortunately, he had the power of this magical flute; otherwise, Woji might have already been drained dry by the woman.
(Next) Zhao Ritian said seductively, "As long as you can satisfy me and make me experience bliss,
whatever your request, I can find a way to make your wish come true." Woji was overjoyed. "I swear on the name of my supreme artifact, the 'Heavenly Music Flute,' that I will make you experience ecstasy and reach the highest heaven of bliss." The woman realized that Woji had woken up, but instead of stopping, she shook her head even more intensely and sucked wildly.
"Oh...oh...ah...wait...wait a minute, stop, stop...oh oh oh oh..." Although Woji wanted to stop the woman's actions, the woman looked at him seductively, pushed him away with both hands, and used her snow-white breasts to clamp Woji's divine root, launching a new round of attacks on him.
This time, the pleasure came overwhelmingly, even more stimulating than the previous oral assault.
Woji felt as if his southern breasts were sinking into soft, elastic flesh, a sensation unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
This feeling was worlds apart from anything he had felt before; the skin of the women he had encountered was nothing like this—it felt like the difference between soil and water, incredibly smooth.
It was more accurate to say it was enveloping him than enveloping him.
His magnificent southern breasts, so large compared to Woji's somewhat frail body, were swallowed by the deep valley between the honeyed orbs.
Covered in saliva, the entire shaft slid smoothly within the valley.
The woman's delicate face was pressed against her enormous breasts, her hips twisting lewdly as she pressed her chest down, her small mouth still tightly gripping the exposed parts, her face displaying a wanton expression as she gazed at Woji.
"Ah…oh…ah…I…I can't hold back anymore, oh oh oh────!" Stimulated by both sight and touch, Woji finally succumbed to the accumulated pleasure, his dam of reason breaking, and he burst forth with white fluid.
Perhaps influenced by the flute, even the quality of his semen was astonishing.
Normally only a few cc, now it was more than the woman could swallow.
Although she kept swallowing, the pure white liquid still overflowed from the gap between their lips.
Actually, "overflowed" wasn't quite right; it was more like "squeezed out.
" The liquid, which used to be like milk, was now thick like cream and glue, pooling in the small hollow between their mounds.
Watching the woman lower her head, cupping her breasts, and licking up all the leaked semen with such lewd abandon, caused Woji's erection, which was about to slump, to throb again, almost reaching his chest, its surface faintly gleaming with a purplish-black metallic sheen.
Woji believed that even if he were to clash this fleshy spear with the greatsword, it would be the greatsword that broke, not this divine spear.
Finally free from the woman's clutches, Woji hurriedly searched for his clothes to cover himself.
Unfortunately, not only were the pants gone, but the clothes were also nowhere to be seen. The only thing around them that could cover them was the two thin garments the woman was wearing.
Helpless, Woji could only try to cover himself with his hands.
What else could he do but take off the woman's clothes to cover himself? Be careful, covering himself might turn into offering himself up.
Woji could only secretly hate that his mother gave him hands that were too small to cover up the mutated Nanbang Kingdom.
"Um... excuse me, miss, who are you? Where are my clothes?" Seeing that the woman seemed to have finished enjoying herself, Woji asked cautiously.
"Your life essence is quite rich, I like it very much, give me some more." The woman ignored Woji's question and moved closer to her penis again.
Seeing that the woman wanted to do it again, Woji quickly stopped her, "Wait! If you can answer my question first, I will accompany you to your heart's content." The woman was quite displeased that Woji had stopped her, and she exuded a kind of pressure. The charming expression on her face disappeared, replaced by a cold face.
"You lowly creature! Serving me is your greatest honor, yet you dare refuse the glory I bestow upon you! Fine! You insolent creature, there's nothing left for you to live on. I'll send you back to the embrace of your underworld god!" Seeing the woman's palm coming at him, Woji, in his desperation, had nothing else to use but his gun to block it.
Where did that gun come from? His divine spear! With a "clang!" Woji was completely unharmed, while the woman stared blankly at the palm that had struck the fleshy spear, her face filled with disbelief.
"Impossible! My palm strike could split a mountain, yet this Moro is completely undamaged?" A blush rose on the woman's face as she groped the fleshy weapon between Woji's legs with a touch of fascination. "I've never seen anything so valiant anywhere else. It's a shame to destroy it..." "Um..." Woji asked timidly, "Do you know if there is a deity from another world nearby?" "Why would a lowly person like you ask such a question?" Although the blush on the woman's face remained, she looked at Woji with the sharp eyes of an eagle.
Woji mustered his courage and answered, "Um... actually, I have something I want to ask that great god for help. Because my meager strength is no match for the dragon, I want to ask that great god to help us get rid of that dragon." "Pfft! Hehehehe... You~ want to ask a god from another world to help you get rid of the dragon? This is truly the most interesting thing I've ever heard. You don't go to ask the god of your own world, but instead come to ask me, a god from another world? Ahahahaha..." "Are you that great god?" Woji quickly knelt down on both knees, sincerely pleading with the otherworldly god before him, "I heard from the town's priest that the great god of our world went to help, and was unable to solve the world's suffering."
"We can only seek out you, the great god of another world, and beg you to use your divine power to help us." The otherworldly god chuckled disdainfully, "Ha, that's even more ridiculous. I am the dignified Sun Goddess Tianmei of the Eastern World. You are not my subjects, so what obligation do I have to help you?" "Please don't say that. I came here with considerable resolve. As long as you are willing to grant my wish, I...I...I...Um...Sun Goddess Tianmei, please look at my face when you hear me speak, okay?" Woji realized halfway through his sentence that Sun Goddess Tianmei's gaze was fixed on his large penis. When the tip of the penis moved to the left, her head moved to the left; when the penis moved to the right, her head moved to the right. She wasn't paying attention to what he was saying at all. Sun Goddess
Tianmei was brought back to reality by Woji. "Ah, ah? What did you just say? Say it again." Woji took a breath and boldly stated his request, "As long as the Sun Goddess can get rid of that dragon, I will 'do' it!" "Anything is 'okay'!" He deliberately arched his back a few times, making his erection tremble uncontrollably.
Those deliberate arches made Zhao Ritianmei's heart race like the trembling tip of a spear.
Especially Moji's words, "Do it! Anything is 'okay'!" felt like they'd struck a nerve, making her wetness flow uncontrollably.
"Alright," Terumi said to Woji, "My people are all born weak, lacking sufficiently brave men to satisfy me, which is why I came here to relax.
I never imagined I'd find one here today. Alright then..." Terumi said seductively, "As long as you can satisfy me and bring me to bliss,
whatever your request, I can find a way to fulfill it." "I understand," Woji stood up, arching his back high, raising his gun and swearing, "Today I will give my all, ensuring the great goddess dies without regret!" Then, Woji pounced like a tiger on a sheep, tearing off her clothes and grabbing her breasts, engaging Terumi in a three-hundred-round battle, thrusting until she screamed "Brother!" and dared not dare again, until she lost her senses, her eyes rolled back, and she reached the pinnacle of ecstasy.
Because the battle itself is a lengthy affair of tens of thousands of words, it will be glossed over here.
Afterwards, Teruhi Tenmei looked like a small woman who had been gang-raped by thousands of burly men. Her whole body was as if she had been pulled out of a creamy paste, her belly swollen, her vagina wide open, filled with white paste, and her eyes still shining with a big heart, completely unconscious.
When Teruhi Tenmei woke up, it was already noon the next day.
Teruhi Tenmei stretched, "Mmm~ I haven't felt this satisfied in a long time. My skin is so radiant." The traces of yesterday had disappeared completely, without a trace of her former charm, making Woji wonder if she was a member of the sperm-sucking demon clan.

[The End]

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