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Diablo: The Savage Tyranny of the God of Destruction

Author: diablo
Published: 2004/05/14 on: Qinghai

I strode down the dark, damp corridor. The stench of decay hit me, making me wince. In my
entire life of combat, though I've experienced environments a hundred times worse, this wicked smell was always
unpleasant.

The narrow corridor turned a corner a short distance ahead, and my warrior's instincts told me
danger lurked around that corner. I gripped my battle axe tightly, a surge of excitement rising within me. From birth, combat had been
a part of my life; only in battle could I find pleasure.

My name is Chaos, a barbarian.

Finally, I reached the corner. The sense of danger grew stronger; I could even smell
the stench emanating from Dark Rogue. Taking a deep breath, my blood surged, and I lunged
forward.

"Clang..."

My left-hand shield easily blocked a spear thrust. The Dark Rogue wielding the spear was jolted
back by the force, while the other three Dark Rogues quickly formed an attack formation, their three spears
thrusting at me from three tricky angles.

I laughed loudly, lunging forward and narrowly dodging the spears thrusting from both sides. My right-
hand battle axe swung upwards, deflecting a spear thrust in front of me, and then swung forward with force. With a "thud,"
I cleaved the Dark Rogue in two.

Two bloody pieces of corpse separated before my eyes, and the Dark Rogue I had just knocked back
charged at me again, spear in hand.

I whirled around. The two Dark Rogues behind me were hastily retracting their spears, preparing for a second attack
. Of course, I wouldn't give them that chance. My great axe whistled as it slashed out in a wide arc
from right to left.

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

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

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

I let out a relieved "shh" and sheathed my shield. My lower back still ached slightly, but I knew very well that
the spear strike hadn't caused any real damage. The toughened skin, honed through countless battles over the years
, couldn't be harmed by that hastily thrust, off-target shot.

"Almost there," I said to myself. I couldn't remember which floor of the tower I was on, but
the dark rogues I'd just killed were clearly much stronger than those I'd encountered before; they were likely the Countess of Evil's personal guards
.

The awakening of Diablo had unleashed incredibly powerful dark forces into this world, bringing countless
deaths. The souls of the murdered not only found no peace but were also controlled by the dark forces, becoming
accomplices in the expansion of darkness. The Countess of Evil, entrenched in this tower, was a
female demon who had slaughtered countless lives and manipulated the souls of her victims. And I was here to destroy her.

Of course, I wasn't so noble as to think I could save the world single-handedly. I simply loved fighting
, and I'd heard that the Countess's hideout held a great deal of treasure and magical equipment—something
incredibly attractive to an adventurer like myself.

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

Everything went dark, and then I found myself in a new stone chamber. I wasn't attacked, so I relaxed and
continued forward.

As soon as I stepped out of the chamber, a swarm of lesser demons appeared before me, brandishing short blades and screaming
as they charged at me. I couldn't help but sigh; these little things were truly annoying. Of course, the worst
was yet to come.

I bent low and charged forward, cutting straight into the horde of demons. The short blades struck my body,
causing only slight stings, barely leaving a white mark on my skin. I casually
swung my great axe around, and screams rang out. Countless lesser demons were cut down, but the number surrounding
me didn't decrease at all; the swarm of demons before me remained dense and numerous.

"Where the damned wizard is hiding?"

I struggled forward step by step, my eyes scanning every corner. Each group of lesser demons was
led by a demon wizard, who usually didn't join the battle but instead hid in the distance, constantly resurrecting the lesser
demons that were killed. These lesser demons, though weak and easily defeated,
were impossible to eliminate thanks to the demon wizard's resurrection ability. The only way to eliminate them was to kill the demon wizard leading them,
otherwise, they would simply be exhausted to death.

Stepping over the corpses at my feet, I slowly advanced, finally finding
the guy I was looking for in a dark corner. Holding a staff that glowed with fire, the guy was chanting in my direction.

Seemingly realizing that I had spotted him, the demon wizard swung his staff, and a fireball
shot out from the tip, hurtling towards me.

"Good grief!"

I hadn't expected him to react so quickly; in my haste, I could only dodge, and the fireball struck
my left shoulder with a whoosh. A sharp burning sensation shot through my shoulder. I knew the injury wasn't serious, but a few more blows would be unbearable
.

I jerked to my feet and casually swatted away several small demons around me. The demon wizard had already swung his
staff again, firing several more fireballs.

As the fireball hurtled towards me, I roared, suddenly stopping with my feet and leaping into the air. In the blink of
an eye, I swept past the horde of demons below, swiftly arriving above the demon wizard. While airborne, I
swung my great axe down at the demon wizard below, using the momentum of my fall.

"Sky Slash!"

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

This time, no one would resurrect you.

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

As soon as I had a few, a sense of unease washed over me. In that instant, I realized something:
the ceiling!

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

I rolled several times on the ground before finally getting to my feet
. My gaze swept around, and I saw a woman standing where I had been standing.

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

I was slightly taken aback to see such a beauty in this place, then, recalling the powerful
attack I had just received, a chill ran down my spine.

"You're the Evil Countess?"

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

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

"Easy enough,"

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

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

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

"Whoosh!"

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

"Damn it!"

I cursed inwardly, forced to take another step back. The woman's skill was beyond my expectations;
a quick victory seemed unlikely.

In the next few exchanges, I was at a disadvantage because I dared not move too forcefully, lest I aggravate the wound on my back, forcing me
into a chaotic frenzy. After retreating several steps, she still managed to strike me on the shoulder with her axe. I stumbled back 　　a considerable distance

, and seeing the countess's smug smile, a surge of anger rose within me
. At this point, I could no longer concern myself with my wound; I had to use advanced combat skills. "In the name of the hero Chaos, I beseech the supreme divine power, 　　the resurrection of the wrathful spirit!" As I chanted, powerful energy surged from 　　the depths of my body. Simultaneously, my mind was controlled by a violent will; I became a berserker. 　　"Waaaaaahh ... 　　Faced with my frenzied charge, the Countess hastily swung her axe several times. I made no attempt to defend myself, letting the axe blades leave several wounds on my body. A berserker is a warrior unaffected by pain or fear; both body and mind are invincible. 　　With a clang, I finally knocked the Countess's axe out of her hand. Before she could even cry out, I had already tackled her to the ground. 　　Looking at the beautiful body beneath me, my bestial instincts erupted uncontrollably. My hands ripped wildly at the Countess's body, tearing off her light armor. 　　"Ah..." 　　the Countess screamed in terror, flailing her arms and legs, struggling desperately. However, against my immense and unparalleled strength, her struggles were futile. 　　Her hands continued to strike my body, even forcefully pulling at my wounds. Unfortunately, I no longer felt pain; noticing the blood flowing from my wounds, I became even more excited. 　　"Roar..." 　　In the struggle, I finally ripped off the countess's clothes, revealing a full, sexy, mature body. Her smooth, full breasts, though bound by armor, still stood erect; now, freed, they were even more striking, swaying and trembling with her movements. Her two purplish-red nipples hardened slightly upon contact with the damp air. 　　Her skin was smooth and delicate, supposedly from bathing in blood. Her slender yet powerful waist twisted desperately, her round buttocks swaying from side to side. 　　I grabbed her two tightly pressed thighs and spread them apart. The countess let out a cry, her mysterious place now fully exposed to me. Hidden beneath sparse hair, her two pink labia were tightly closed , revealing only a line of bright red in the center. As the countess's legs parted further, her labia parted slightly, revealing a small protrusion. 　　Frankly, I had no interest in appreciating the scene before me. Now that the door was open, there was no need to wait any longer. I pressed the Countess's thighs down with my knees and untied her clothes. 　　"Ahhhhh!" 　　The Countess screamed again in her fierce struggle. Before her was a massive penis, far larger than she had ever imagined. The fully erect shaft was wrapped with bulging veins, and the glans was larger than her fist.

" Head.

'As thick as a child's arm?'

Are you kidding me? Can a child have arms that thick? "

Amidst the countess's scream, I thrust my enormous penis towards her slightly parted opening.

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

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

The massive glans parted her labia and sank into her opening, feeling immense resistance even after only a short distance
.

I forcefully spread the countess's legs almost in a straight line and, without hesitation, thrust downwards with all my might.

"..."

This time there was no scream. With my berserker-like strength, the massive penis ignored all resistance and
pierced to the very end. Even the female warriors of the tribe, almost as strong as me, couldn't withstand such impact,
let alone the countess before me. With the penis inside, she immediately fainted.

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

I was only acting on my own desires, completely ignoring her reaction. I pressed my
body tightly against hers and began to thrust my hips up and down, my massive penis pounding into her vagina like a pile driver. Her

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

Under this violent onslaught, the Countess gradually awoke, a look of pain on her face. It seemed her
constitution was quite good; in my past experience, many women had been raped to death by me.

Unfortunately, this wasn't a good thing for her, only causing her more pain.

"Huff, huff..."

I let out a beastly roar, and the Countess opened her eyes at that moment.
Gone was the ruthlessness and confidence of our first meeting; her eyes were now filled with pain and pleading.

"Mmm..."

Her small mouth opened slightly, but before she could speak, I reached out and firmly pressed her lips down. The countess
clung to my arms, trying to shake me, but to no avail. The stone chamber was filled with heavy breathing, low
growls, and faint groans. Besides these, there were the sounds of intense flesh colliding. After a while,
several more sounds of bones breaking rang out...

I don't know how much time passed before I finally regained my senses from the frenzy. Before me lay a gruesome body.
Arms and thighs were unnaturally twisted, and between the wide-open thighs, a disproportionately large hole gaped open
, thick blood still gushing out. The once smooth and delicate body was covered in terrible wounds
. On her pale face, a pair of lifeless eyes stared blankly, utterly devoid of life.

The countess had been raped to death by me.

I wasn't surprised; it was an inevitable outcome. At the same time, I felt the pain in my body and unconsciously grimaced
. It didn't matter; I had already defeated the Countess. After searching her place, I could use a return scroll to return to camp, 　　　　　　　　　　　and Akara
would naturally heal my wounds.

I forced myself to stand up and began collecting my spoils. More battles awaited
me in the future, but I didn't care. Because I was a barbarian. (Diablo, May 23, 2004, published on Erotic Coastline , formatted by zcx421) 　　"Cleanse the evil cave of monsters, and I will reward you." 　　Akara's gentle, melodious voice rang in my ears. I gripped my longsword tightly and continued the tedious search , groping my way forward in the gloomy, dark cave. 　　Completely focused on searching for traces of the enemy, every nerve in my body was taut. It wasn't fear of the enemy's laughable attacks, but rather the fear of accidentally letting any hidden enemies slip through. Akara's task for me was to eliminate all enemies within the cave; if even one monster escaped, the mission wouldn't be complete. 　　Of course, I wasn't after Akara's reward. Destroying evil was my innate mission. 　　My name is Fane, and I'm a paladin. 　　The monsters in the cave were mostly low-level zombies and hordes of lesser demons, utterly insignificant to a proper paladin like myself. What was annoying was the cave's extreme darkness, and the lesser demons, after their leader's death, often scattered. As for the zombies, they were so slow I felt sorry for them ; they were too easily overlooked. Finding and eliminating these monsters hiding in the darkness one by one was incredibly time-consuming. 　　"Got it!" 　　A faint, hoarse growl came from ahead, accompanied by a slight rustling sound. I knew it must be some zombies, and there were probably quite a few of them. 　　I immediately perked up. I've already eliminated quite a few monsters along the way, and I feel this cave is nearing its end. The final enemy is likely just ahead, and my mission is almost complete. 　　Carefully navigating a large, obstructing rock, my vision suddenly opens up. A zombie radiating an eerie blue light stares at me with blood-red eyes, surrounded by a group of ordinary zombies. Its blue light isn't particularly strong, but it's incredibly conspicuous in the darkness, sending chills down my spine. 　　"Got the big one!" 　　I thought to myself with secret joy. This unusual zombie is likely the source of the dark power within this evil cave . 　　As a paladin, I cannot allow such a malevolent creature to remain here. 　　"Blessing of the God of War, protection of divine power..." 　　I chanted a battle incantation softly, and the surface of my left shield glowed with a faint white light, its sturdiness greatly enhanced. At the same time, I activated my protective aura, and a pale blue halo appeared around me. 　　Activating two defensive skills in quick succession—my caution was not without reason. The zombie's attack is purely physical.

In combat against these zombies, defense is paramount. The zombie before me clearly possessed immense strength, and
before understanding its true nature, it was best to avoid trouble rather than seek victory.

After preparing for battle, I slowly stepped forward. The blue-glowing zombie stood still
, but the zombies around it began to slowly approach me.

Although both groups moved slowly, we were gradually closing in. The two zombies in front
stretched out their stiff hands and lunged at me.

Protected by my protective aura, I paid no heed to their attacks, not even shifting my feet to dodge
. My reinforced shield easily blocked the attack from the zombie on the left, and my right hand swung my longsword powerfully,
slashing several times at the zombie on the right in the blink of an eye. After the zombie on the right fell, I followed up with a slash
at the zombie on the left. "Frenzied Attack" is a common combat skill used by paladins when facing encirclement, allowing them to launch multiple consecutive attacks

on the enemy in a very short time , while also protecting those around them.
In this situation, this skill
proved invaluable.

The two zombies in front were felled the moment we made contact, and before the others could react, I took
a few large strides and charged into their midst, my sword raining down.

"Thud, thud..."

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

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

When the last zombie fell, I finally stopped. Before me remained only the blue-glowing zombie.

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

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

"It's too late to act now."

I smiled slightly, watching it approach with confidence.

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

I hurriedly raised my shield to meet it, intending to test its strength.

With a resounding "clang," I felt a slight numbness in my left hand and involuntarily took a half step back, but I felt
completely at ease. Although this guy was strong, I was certain I could withstand it.

"Thud," my right hand swung the longsword, striking its body with incredible speed, but it bounced back with a jolt.
This guy's body was unexpectedly sturdy.

I was secretly surprised, and while parrying its attacks, I once again converted my spiritual energy.

The color of my protective aura turned red, and a huge power arose within me.

"Thud," the sound of a blade cutting through flesh rang out again, the longsword deeply piercing its body, then
being pulled out with a forceful tug. I let out a long howl and unleashed "Frenzied Attack" once more. After enhancing its attack power, the blue-light
zombie's body could no longer withstand my longsword and was quickly hacked to pieces. With a shriek, it collapsed to the ground,
unable to rise.

"It's over."

I sheathed my sword and suddenly noticed that the darkness in the cave was gradually dissipating, and several soft rays of light shone
down from above.

"Evil has been destroyed, darkness will recede."

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

"Akara, I'm back."

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

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

“Miss Akara,” I knelt beside her, gently kissing her outstretched hand,
“the evil cave has regained its light, all the demons have been vanquished.”

“Congratulations,” Akara said softly, “brave and noble paladin Fane, you have proven
your worth to the gods. Now, I will fulfill my promise. Come with me.”

I rose and followed her into the tent. Akara turned to face me, undressing.

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

“Don’t be surprised. This is a reward from the gods.”

Akara’s face was solemn as she slowly said, “You have even more arduous tasks
to complete in the future. After you unite with me, you will gain enhanced skills. Remember, this is a gift from the gods
.”

“Just a gift from the gods?”

Hearing her words, I froze, a faint pang of sorrow in my heart.

The purple robe fell away, and Akara continued to unbutton her undergarments, revealing a voluptuous and flawless
body completely naked before my eyes. Her snow-white, alabaster skin was slightly flushed, and her plump, fair
body displayed beautiful curves. Her round, soft breasts stood high on her chest, each topped with two alluring ruby-like
nipples. Below was a smooth abdomen, and at the juncture of her full, fair thighs, a thick
patch of dark, downy hair grew, and between the full, slightly protruding flesh was a thin slit, pinkish-red.

Gazing at this divinely perfect body, I was momentarily stunned. A surge of male desire quickly
rose from my groin, and the metal plate of my armor, blocking my abdomen, arched slightly. This was not unfamiliar to me; paladins
were not abstinent.

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

"Thank God..."

I finally "submitted" to God's will and began to remove my armor. A moment later, I replied...
In its primal state, a proud and erect penis emerged from between her legs, pointing directly at Akara opposite her.

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

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

I reached out and pulled Akara into my arms; her skin was soft and supple, as if boneless. Akara's
eyes remained tightly closed, her long eyelashes fluttering gently. With

a soft moan, she collapsed into my embrace. I pressed her down to the ground, one hand holding her slender waist, the other
exploring her full, undulating body. Akara's body writhed restlessly beneath me, occasionally
arching upwards with effort, her soft, supple breasts heaving and swaying, the two bright red nipples shimmering
and pulsating before my eyes.

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

I knew this beautiful, holy nun was ultimately unable to suppress her lust, and taking advantage of the situation, I slid my right hand, which was moving on her body,
down, through her smooth abdomen and the hairy, dark bush, and explored between her tightly closed legs.

With a little force, my palm slipped between her legs, slowly moving to Akara's alluring entrance. A sticky
, slippery sensation made me smile slightly. I inserted my finger into her fleshy opening, digging and swirling
it within her smooth vulva. The tender flesh of her vaginal walls immediately contracted, tightly gripping my finger, reacting spasmodically.

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

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

Akara gave a soft "hmm," opening her tightly closed legs, and suddenly whispered, "In the name of the true God
, Fan, enter me."

"You..."

I felt a surge of anger rise from the bottom of my heart. I too am a believer in the true God, but Akara, you clearly have
feelings for me, why do you still use the name of God to conceal your emotions?

A surge of bitterness welled up inside me. I brought my penis between Akara's legs, pressing it against her two swollen, full labia, and thrust it
forcefully into her cleft.

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

Akara's tight, tender vaginal opening, with its soft yet elastic walls, gripped my penis tightly
. As my penis thrust deeper, the warm, tender flesh contracted and writhed, like countless tiny, living
hands kneading and squeezing my penis. The indescribable pleasure almost made me ejaculate instantly
, startling me into stopping abruptly.

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

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

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

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

"Plop,"

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

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

"Frenzied Attack!"

I used this skill on my penis. With each thrust, my penis could pump in and
out of Akara's vagina more than a dozen times at an incredibly fast frequency, a frequency no one could imagine.

"You, ah...so, so good..."

Under my passionate onslaught, Akara gradually began to respond enthusiastically,
twisting her hips and thrusting her lower body to meet my movements. Her reaction further stimulated me, and I
thrust into her with all my might, shouting, "Akara, I love you."

"I...love you too!"

Akara finally let go of her reserve, her beautiful eyes revealing undisguised affection, uttering these
words that filled me with ecstasy.

At this moment, my attack could be described as a "storm," each normal thrust accompanied by
dozens of fierce stabs. The tip of my penis repeatedly and violently pounded against the soft flesh at the bottom of her vagina, driving Akara
to the brink of ecstasy, her vagina gushing out streams of nectar, quickly wetting our joined bodies.

"No, I can't take it anymore..."

After a long period of intense assault, Akara's body seemed to have lost all its strength and went limp. Her hands, which had been clinging
to my arms, loosened their grip weakly, and her legs, which had been wrapped around my lower back, dangled down.

Looking at her pitiful, overwhelmed expression, I felt a pang of pity. A quick thought struck me, and
I made a plan.

"Blessing of the True God, Restoration of Strength."

I activated my aura of stamina restoration, and a bright orange halo enveloped Akara and me.

A paladin's aura not only enhances their own abilities but also helps their companions. The stamina
restoration halo helps the recipient quickly recover their strength and significantly increases their movement speed.

Under the protection of my stamina restoration halo, Akara's lost strength gradually returned, and she began to move in
accordance with my movements again.

This reciprocation immediately revealed another effect of the stamina restoration halo. Akara's hip thrusts and swaying
were several times faster than before, causing her breasts to swing wildly up and down in front of her chest, almost as if they were about to
detach from her body.

I gazed with satisfaction at the blissful expression on the face of the beauty beneath me, sharing in the joy.
Fueled by our abundant energy, our union lasted for an unknown duration. When I finally succumbed to
the suction deep within Akara's vagina and roared as I ejaculated, Akara also screamed and reached her climax, a warm liquid
instantly engulfing my penis.

A magical power emanated from our joined bodies, and my entire body felt an extraordinary comfort. Akara
was right; I knew clearly that my skills had truly improved.

After the passion, Akara almost immediately fell into a deep sleep, but I opened my eyes wide with excitement. God, you have given
me the love of my life and made me stronger. I know how I should repay you.

To eradicate evil from the world.

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

The Dark Destruction: The Witch's Smile

Author: diablo
Published: 2004/06/26 on: Erotic Coastline
Layout: shanren

"Whoosh!"

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

"No enemies."

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

My tension wasn't due to weakness; in fact, I possessed abilities far greater than many self-proclaimed "heroes
." Unfortunately, despite my astonishing destructive power, my body remained as
fragile as an ordinary person's.

My name is Invelia, and I am a mage.

Specializing in the study of magical energy, I can easily summon powerful magical flames
, lightning, or ice. However, I haven't done any physical training; I'm weak, frail
, and almost utterly vulnerable. To protect myself, I absolutely cannot allow anyone to get close to me
; I must eliminate any enemy before they even approach.

Poor defensive capabilities are arguably the weakness of all mages. Even those who have mastered advanced defensive magic
cannot continuously use mana-intensive spells. If caught off guard
and ambushed, they will inevitably meet their demise.

Sturdy defensive equipment would ideally be the best protection. Unfortunately, mages with poor physical constitutions simply
lack the strength to wear heavy armor that could crush a person; at most, they can only use leather armor
.

In this situation, armor with magical protection becomes the mage's favorite. A light cloth
garment, with proper magical protection, might offer better defense than metal armor.

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

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

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

Even so, I dared not let my guard down. Every so often, I would cast a fireball
to check the situation ahead. This low-level magic consumed almost no mana, yet ensured my safety.

Those muscular warriors always dismissed my cautious approach. They say that in a
mysterious country in the East, there's an insult: "A pig's life is all about caution." It's a slang term for a
wise man, like a mage, who'd rather find a warrior partner for protection than risk his life in constant fear.

I knew perfectly well what these warriors were up to; they were only after my beauty and my
magical power. A beautiful woman who can help kill enemies is always popular with men.
My usual response to these ill-intentioned fellows is a few lightning bolts.

"Damn it!"

Without realizing it, I found myself opening a tightly closed wooden door. Based on my experience
, usually, behind the door is a group of menacing monsters.

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

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

"Dominator... Lightning... Energy... God, grant me... the speed of lightning."

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

"Teleport!"

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

"Hehe, things are different now."

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

"Frost... Spirit, obey my... command."

Because of the sprint, I was still panting, and the incantation was still broken and intermittent—how embarrassing. Fortunately
, my magical skill was high enough. As the incantation was completed, a pale blue gas emerged from the tip of my staff
, mixed with countless tiny ice particles, and was sprayed towards the oncoming monsters.

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

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

"Sizzle... Bang..."

Under my powerful magical attack, the skeleton warriors and the little demons were no different; both were easily
defeated. Before they could even reach me, they melted into puddles of icy water.

"That was close."

I put away my staff with satisfaction, lightly patted my chest, and then stepped forward.

"Protection of the Ice Spirits; those who wish to harm me will suffer the consequences."

Gradually approaching the open wooden door, I slowly activated my defensive spell. Countless ice shards
swirled around my body with a wisp of cold air, forming a faint ice shield.

The spell "Shattered Ice Armor" greatly enhances my defense, and any
enemy who attacks me directly will be chilled to the bone.

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

The faint blue light emitted by the "Shattered Ice Armor" instantly dispelled the darkness within, and several small
demons guarding the door viciously swung their blades at me.

I didn't dodge, letting the short swords strike. The sharp blades struck the ice armor,
colliding with the ice shards with a crisp clang, then bounced off, the chill already traveling along the blades,
instantly freezing them.

With a graceful movement, I raised my staff and lightly tapped several frozen statues; with a series of thuds,
the ice sculptures shattered into countless ice fragments.

Now, all I had to do was find the demon wizard who should now be all alone.

With a moment's concentration, the ice shield around me subtly changed, transforming from "Shattered Ice Armor" into
"Frost Magic Armor," capable of reflecting ranged attacks.

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

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

"Crack!"

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

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

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

It was a huge stone furnace, and on an iron rack beside it, a small iron hammer gleamed in the firelight
—the very magic hammer I had come to search for.

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

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

Before my eyes, a gigantic man with bulging muscles, towering and imposing, was lunging at me.

"This is the blacksmith..."

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

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

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

Several thick iron chains, about the thickness of a thumb, were tightly bound to my limbs, the other end connected to a large iron frame,
suspending me in a "T" shape in mid-air. Before me, the giant man fiddled with my staff,
staring at me with a pair of beast-like eyes.

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

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

"You damned thing,"

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

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

Secretly pleased, I waited until he was close enough, then quickly activated the energy I had barely gathered
.

"God who controls lightning energy, grant me the power of destruction!"

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

"Sizzle..."

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

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

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

"Rip..."

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

"My God, is he going to rape me first and then kill me? No, it could also be that he rapes me to death directly."

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

No matter how unwilling I was, I was helpless in his hands. In the blink of an eye, my
clothes were stripped off, and my proud, magnificent body was laid bare before him
.

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

"No…no more rubbing,"

I couldn't help but whimper, followed by a cry of pain. Those large hands roughly
grabbed my soft, white breasts, kneading and twisting them. Fingers like iron clamps clamped down on my sensitive
nipple, tightening violently, with a force that felt like it was twisting it off.

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

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

"Blacksmith...brother,"

I said, trying to suppress the pain and the nausea in my heart, using a cloyingly sweet voice to speak to the monster before me, "
What's the point of playing like this? Let me see your real skills."

The rough actions continued, showing no sign of changing. Just as I was lamenting my ill-fated life,
encountering a blacksmith who knew nothing but kneading dough, the blacksmith, who had been keeping his head down, suddenly
looked up, his enormous eyes flashing with a strange light, staring directly at me.

"Finally, a reaction!"

I exclaimed with delight, straining my facial muscles to force a potentially alluring expression. I shifted
my body slightly and said, "What's the point of just playing around like this? Come on, put me down, let me serve you properly."

The blacksmith stared at me blankly, his face, as if cast in iron, utterly expressionless. My heart pounded with anxiety,
yet I forced a smile, each second feeling like an eternity.

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

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

The rattling stopped, and I was left hanging on the frame in this position: legs upside down above my shoulders, my lower
body thrusting forward undisguisedly, swaying back and forth on the frame.

The blacksmith leaned closer to me with satisfaction, casually tearing off his only garment—a piece of
coarse cloth covering his genitals.

"My God!"

The penis before me, just like its owner, was abnormally large, almost
longer and thicker than my arm. Thick, bristly protrusions rose from its dark shaft, and
the glans, the size of my fist, made it look grotesque and terrifying.

I had forced a smile again, wanting the blacksmith to put me down. But when I saw
this penis, I was speechless; my smile would have looked worse than a grimace. In that instant, I even
wondered if this was what the blacksmith usually used for work.

Without any chance to struggle, the blacksmith thrust his terrifying penis forward, easily pressing it against
my unguarded vulva. A pair of large hands grabbed my buttocks from behind, pulling me towards him. His enormous
tip forced its way through the closed labia of my small, fleshy opening.

"Pain!"

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

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

A pair of strong hands gripped my buttocks tightly, their fingers digging deep
into the flesh. With each thrust, the resistance my narrow vagina faced increased, and those
hands gripped even tighter.

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

"No...no more..."

I groaned weakly, managing to utter these words with all my might.

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

"Am I dead...?"

In a daze, I seemed to sense my own existence again, a wave of confusion
washing over me. However, everything that had just happened quickly flooded my mind: the rattling of the chains and the creaking of the metal frame. My consciousness
snapped back to reality, and I abruptly opened my eyes.

There was no feeling in my lower body. Looking closely, I saw that hideous penis relentlessly thrusting in and out of
my tender vagina. The bright red flesh inside tightly gripped the shaft, swirling and turning outwards with its withdrawal. The wrinkled
surface of my vagina was streaked with blood, a pitiful sight.

"I'm not dead!"

The monster still held my buttocks tightly, each thrust pulling my lower body forward with brutal force
. The two labia majora at the entrance of the hole had been worn down to a purplish-red color, splitting drastically to the sides.

I simply couldn't believe that I had survived such brutal torment.

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

"Energy Shield!"

For some reason, I might have triggered the energy within my body during the intense stimulation, and even while
unconscious, I activated this protective magic that could absorb damage. The blacksmith's ferocious physical torture
, while causing me immense pain, wasn't enough to fatally harm me.

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

A thought arose in my mind, and I endured the waves of pain, silently accumulating energy.

The surrounding air gradually grew colder, but the blacksmith, relentlessly ravaging me, seemed completely oblivious
, still focused on thrusting his penis in and out of my body. I was secretly pleased; it proved that
while his body was incredibly tough, his senses were rather dull.

I silently endured his attacks, gradually increasing my energy. The surrounding temperature dropped lower and lower,
and fine ice particles began to appear on the surface of my body.

The blacksmith finally noticed the abnormality, abruptly turning his head and stopping.

"Too late."

I gave him a forced smile and released all my magic power without reservation.

The blacksmith's body was instantly covered in a layer of solid ice, but his flesh remained completely unharmed. With a strange
roar, he tried to pull away. Unfortunately, he could only make that movement; he couldn't actually leave my body.
After a slight pause, his gaze immediately turned to my genitals, which were still connected to his.

"I don't believe your thing is as tough as your body!"

I sneered, maximizing the power of my "Ice Shattering Armor." "Unless you're really using it to forge
weapons."

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

A layer of mist filled the air, and the chains on my hands and feet cracked shrilly. This wasn't surprising; even
steel couldn't withstand the low temperature.

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

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

With a "crack," the blacksmith's body finally separated from me, causing me to fall from the air. My legs hit the ground, then
went limp, and I collapsed onto the ground, utterly powerless.

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

"Crack!"

The ice pop shattered on the ground. Only then did I feel relieved and raise my head. The blacksmith stood stiffly before me;
I knew he was beyond saving.

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

I let out a long sigh, and after a long while, I staggered to the iron rack not far away and put away the small hammer
.

Turning around, I saw the blacksmith still staring at me with his enormous eyes. I couldn't help but walk back to him:
"Not convinced? Remember, my name is Invelia, and I'm a mage."

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

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