【The Seven Dragon Chronicles of the Lustful Hero Wu】(Chapter Ten: The Divine Child)

Author: Wu Shuang
Published on October 8, 2015 in Forum 001
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Chapter 10 - Divine Child
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Year Seven of the Dragons
Tarongard, located in the heart of the Griffin Plains
, was the capital of the Griffin Empire. It was a legendary town founded by the first Griffin Duke, Ivan.
No other city could rival it in wealth, luxury, and the fortifications built to protect the rich from invaders.
In the era of Emperor Griffin the Great, he further excavated a
wide river connecting the plains to the sea to the north. The river, carrying seawater, rushed into the plains and eventually encircled Tarongard, forming an
incomparably wide moat!
To commemorate the Emperor's ancestor—the first Griffin Duke, Ivan—Emperor Griffin
named the river the "Danube" after his full name, Danube Ivan. Because it was fed by the sea, the river water
shimmered blue under the blazing sun, thus it was also known as the "Blue Danube."
The river encircles the towering city walls, a marvel seemingly crafted by gods in a mythical age
… and the first thing that catches the eye is the Statue of the Goddess standing at the river's mouth—
a miracle created by Emperor Griffin using the Tears of Asha, acquired after unifying the continent!
The 133-meter-tall statue is cast in gold, adorned with a helmet and a long dress, its breastplate
and armor decorated with serpentine trim and human heads; its arms are bare, and through the thin fabric, one can glimpse its voluptuous,
powerful body;
the Statue of the Goddess of Light, standing on either side of the Danube, overlooks the palace with its arms outstretched!
The location of the Griffin Empire's palace is beyond everyone's imagination; it is neither in the center of the city, nor
anywhere on either side of the canal dividing the city, but stands in a place no one could have imagined—in
the heavens!
Ethereal white clouds linger year-round above Tarengard, and vaguely visible among them is a
magnificent palace spanning tens of square kilometers. The only connection between the palace and the ground is
a massive ninety-nine-step staircase made of mica megaliths, making it seem like a palace built in the sky.
Anyone who sees it for the first time is stunned by its grandeur and feels
an irresistible urge to prostrate themselves before it…
This is the "City in the Clouds," built by Emperor Griffin with the help of angels!
At the center of the City in the Clouds stands a palace carved from mica, interspersed with silver decorations, exuding a
solemn and holy aura. The voice of the empire emanates from here…
"Let's conclude our discussion here today!" A clear voice comes from the tallest palace, and then
the current mistress of the empire—Queen Catherine—elegantly steps out.
Standing at approximately 175 cm tall, and clad in high-heeled riding boots, her sheer height immediately dwarfed the noblewomen around her
. Her slow, measured steps formed a perfectly straight line, like a model walking a runway. Followed by
more than ten noblewomen, Queen Catherine naturally commanded all attention, like a celestial being.
Her rank was a sixth-order Crusader.
But clearly, she was no ordinary sixth-order Crusader. Legend had it that the Griffin Empire's heirloom, the "Angel Suit,
" allowed her to transform into an eighth-order Archangel at any time!
On her head was the impeccably tailored "Helmo of Heavenlyenli Ghentment
," and her modified, ultra-tight-fitting nun's habit emphasized the lines of her breasts, especially
the third button that subtly revealed her cleavage—it would probably make any man want to rush forward and tear it off. The long skirt reached only to the knees,
which, while lacking a certain sexiness, was cleverly enhanced by the over-the-knee white stockings. Her long, shapely legs
resembled a pair of noble ivory tusks, the pure white stockings so alluring.
The conservative and simple clothing was paired with exquisite and ornate accessories. At her chest, a
"Celestial Necklace" (Ce of Bliss) adorned with a pigeon-egg-sized diamond and surrounded by thumb-sized diamonds
hung down her chest. Several silver bracelets adorned her wrists, and even
the anklets on her "Saint's Boots" (Saint's Boots) glittered. The opulent jewels, however,
were not at all gaudy; the dazzling light added a touch of vibrancy.
Her sun-kissed, radiant red hair flowed smoothly over her shoulders. She always tilted her face slightly upward, making
her tall figure even more difficult to look directly at. Her prominent nose seemed even more pronounced. Although her gaze would sweep over you, it would never truly settle
on you, as if she didn't care and looked down on you. Yet, a sweet smile always graced her pretty face, and her proud
and contradictory temperament was hard to fathom.
When she returned to her bedchamber, Queen Catherine waved her hand lightly, and the serving ladies bowed and withdrew,
leaving her alone in the bedchamber. She looked at the wide double bed in the center of the bedchamber, the bedding neatly folded on one side, familiar...
The familiar fragrance had faded, and the warmth of her husband, King Roland's, body was gone, leaving only the chill of the night's wind.
Queen Catherine gazed at the desolate emptiness beside the bed, a wave of sorrow washing over her.
Only three years of peaceful life had passed since Roland and she returned to Elarasgon, when evil forces
reappeared on the continent. Roland was forced to fight the enemy; he planned to organize a well-trained crusaders
to drive them away, but he disappeared!
Seven years had passed, and everyone believed King Roland was dead!
Queen Catherine, her pearly white teeth biting her full red lips and her brow furrowed, removed her nun's
habit before the mirror, revealing the "Armor of Wonder," an armor that not only boosted
all the hero's attributes but was also a component of the "Angel Set" artifact.
Stripped of her sacred nun's habit and valiant armor, Queen Catherine exuded a mature feminine
charm. She received an excellent convent education from a young age, and during her youth, she was
immersed in the music and dance that were essential to the nobility. Her noble temperament contained an intellectual beauty, and after becoming queen, she transformed into
an angel, conquering far and wide, eventually becoming the ruler of the empire. A touch of heroism naturally lingered in her eyes.
Ironically, however, contrary to her elegant and heroic demeanor, Queen Catherine possessed an extremely sexy and alluring body
. Her slender waist, honed by dance, seemed fragile, as if it might break at any moment, extending from her waist to her upper and lower body, which was exaggeratedly
full.
Usually, under the 'magical' concealment of her magical armor, no one noticed how
exquisite the queen's figure was, until the moment her breastplate was removed! Her
incredibly elastic breasts sprang out, the white mounds of flesh making the air seem to stand still.
Her snow-white breasts were round and full; during her time in the convent, under the influence of religious asceticism, Catherine
even felt inferior about her large breasts. Of course, Roland's praise after their marriage changed this beautiful wife's mindset
, making her proud. Her deeply undulating breasts, under Catherine's special care, remained firm and showed no signs
of sagging. Her nipples, untouched for seven years after giving birth to a bunch of children, had even turned pink.
The Queen's eyes involuntarily lingered on her chest in the mirror, drawn to the trembling breasts.
Catherine glanced at herself in the mirror, defiantly clenching her arms, her full breasts thrusting forward, making her
fair and plump cleavage even more striking.
Her mature body possessed the fair and tender skin of a young girl, smooth as waxed jade, like an elf .
Time seemed to have left no trace on her skin. However, Catherine's legs were not
the slender, crane-like legs favored by elves; instead, they had full thighs and perfectly curved calves.
Especially when she stood upright, her hips and heels formed a golden isosceles curve, seamlessly
separating her legs without any effort to close them – the epitome of feminine chastity according to the goddess's teachings!
Because royalty were seen as the earthly representatives of the goddess of light, Queen Catherine's conservative attire,
like a miser hoarding her sensuality, made her ashamed to reveal anything, let alone wear anything revealing.
Therefore, unlike the commoners' gaudy and vulgar flowers that beckoned pluck, this intelligent and beautiful woman, now a widow
, was truly unbearable to behold, and one dared not touch her, for fear of harming her flawless, delicate beauty, like a pure lily.
Now, the lily in full bloom received no sunlight or dew, its
delicate petals withering alone in a dark corner, evoking pity.
Suppressing the rising sorrow in her heart, Catherine silently changed into her nightgown.
In a moment of melancholy, a pair of hands covered Catherine's eyes from behind. Without a doubt, although the scent was peculiar, not the
familiar, rich fragrance of roses, she knew immediately
that the only person in the palace who would dare joke like this was her mischievous cousin, Countess Lucretia. Even her own daughter,
Princess Isabella, wouldn't dare!
Lucretia, Emperor Nicholas Griffin's niece, was a close friend of Queen Catherine. Her
husband had died alongside Emperor Nicholas in the fight against the orcs, thus she inherited the title of Countess, becoming
the empire's most illustrious, youngest, and most beautiful widow. She possessed the Griffin family's signature red hair, azure
eyes, snow-white skin, and vibrant red lips. When standing next to Queen Catherine,
many would confuse the two, only distinguishable by Countess Lucretia's penchant for wearing black
.
"Lucretia, stop fooling around! What brings you to the palace so late?" Catherine pulled Lucretia
's hands away.
"Sister, I've come to present a treasure!" With that, Lucretia directed her maids to bring in a
full-length mirror that pointed straight to the ceiling, its ornate gilded frame exuding a magnificent aura.
Looking at the two sisters reflected in the mirror, Catherine asked, "Lucretia, what is this?"
"Sister, it's a magic mirror!" Lucretia explained, "Not only can it answer your questions,
but if you concentrate and communicate with it, it can even let you see the person you miss most!"
"Oh!" Queen Catherine replied indifferently, seemingly uninterested.
"Sister, you don't believe me? Let's ask it a question." Lucretia clasped her hands together and asked the mirror
, "Magic mirror, magic mirror, who is the fairest of them all?"
"Naturally, it's our most beautiful Queen Catherine!" The mirror trembled slightly, emitting a deep voice.
Catherine raised an eyebrow slightly and circled the mirror halfway around: "The back of the glass mirror is coated
with mercury, a rare magical material like sulfur, crystal, and gemstones. So, adding a sound-recording spell isn't
surprising. So, if we ask it, its answer will always be me!"
"Magic mirror, magic mirror, who is the most chaste woman in the entire continent?" Catherine asked the mirror.
"Naturally, it's our most holy Queen Catherine!" Hearing the mirror's predictable answer, Catherine
gave Lucretia a sneer.
"Hmph!" Lucretia fired off a barrage of questions at the magic mirror: "Magic mirror, magic mirror, whose
breasts are bigger, mine or Her Majesty's?"
"It's you, Countess Lucretia, with your full and firm bosom."
"Mirror, mirror on the wall, whose ass is bigger, mine or Her Majesty's?"
"In the past it was you, now it's her. I must admit, Her Majesty, who has given birth to two children, has a fuller ass than
yours."
"Mirror, mirror on the wall, when was the last time Our Queen was with a man?"
"Seven years ago, the night before King Roland went to war!"
"Ah! That long ago! Mirror on the wall, how long were they together that night?"
"A tenth of the hourglass turned!"
"Wow! That fast! Mirror on the wall, how often do they usually do it…?"
"Alright, alright! Stop asking!" Seeing Lucretia's questions becoming increasingly lewd, Catherine quickly pushed
her out of the palace: "I've accepted the gift, go back and rest!"
"Sister, don't forget to communicate with it spiritually…"
After sending Lucretia away, Catherine lay quietly on the bed, her heart, calm for seven years,
stirred by Lucretia's words!
To be honest, judging from the questions just asked, Roland and Catherine hadn't fully
enjoyed the pleasures of sex. Although Roland used to hold his wife in his arms every night during their honeymoon, as he
became queen and immersed himself in the heavy affairs of state, their embraces became less frequent. Their
sex life became rushed and direct, lacking passion. And as the favored one of the Goddess of Light, Catherine
would never actively seek it out.
Catherine sat up, pondering for a moment. From the conversation between Lucretia and the Magic Mirror, she
could guess that this Magic Mirror was more than just a recorder; it clearly possessed its own consciousness and
seemed to know quite a bit!
Gently walking to the mirror, Catherine examined it and whispered, "Magic Mirror, Magic Mirror, do you know
where my husband, King Roland, is?"
"King Roland, he is in Your heart!"
Admittedly, this was a standard answer, but it didn't solve the problem.
"Magic mirror, magic mirror! Can you let me see the one I miss most?" Queen Catherine, mimicking Lucretia
's earlier actions, clasped her hands and closed her eyes in prayer…
After a long while, the mirror did not answer. But when Catherine opened her eyes in disappointment, the smooth mirror surface rippled slightly
before returning to calm. Before her eyes was her husband, King Roland, who had been missing for seven years!
His handsome face was adorned with a short mustache, like a gentleman. His every move exuded a
unique elegance, and as always, a faint smile graced his face. He wore neat hunting attire, yet it appeared
so natural and noble, his entire being radiating an awe-inspiring majesty.
"Ah!" Catherine gasped, covering her mouth in surprise. She reached out to gently touch
the Roland who existed only in her memories, but her delicate, white hand somehow passed through the seemingly empty mirror, touching his face.
His skin was firm, possessing a masculine aura, only rather cold!
(This isn't just a mirror image! It's something like a summoned entity!) Catherine
was astonished by the magic mirror's function!
Roland in the mirror smiled slightly at Catherine, reaching out to press her slender hand, which was gently caressing his face, against it!
"Ah!" Catherine exclaimed in surprise, pulling her hand away, but Roland immediately grasped it. With Catherine's pull,
Roland in the mirror was pulled out of the mirror's reflection!
Catherine took a few steps back and sat at the foot of the bed. She asked tremblingly, "You... what are you
?!"
Roland knelt before Catherine, raising her still-held hand and kissing it tenderly
: "My dearest Kathy, have you forgotten me? I am your Ron!"
Kathy and Ron were nicknames for each other,
known only to those very close to them!
"You...you're Ron? How did you get in the mirror!" Catherine forcefully
pulled her hand away from Roland's!
"I was imprisoned in the mirror dimension by a demon. Only by receiving the call of my beloved can I be freed
! Just like the Frog Prince!" Roland explained.
"No! You're just a summoned creature!" Catherine calmly stood up and circled
Roland, who was kneeling on one knee. Her voice sounded exactly like that familiar voice, but if it were a highly skilled magical summoned
creature, it wouldn't be surprising. However, when she walked behind him and saw the familiar scar on his neck,
her gaze was immediately fixed on him!
Feeling Catherine's gaze on his neck, Roland touched it and turned to her, saying,
"Casey, do you remember this scar? When that wolf rider pounced on you, my heart trembled. I just
wanted to die in your place! Later, Bishop Loynis told me that if the wolf's claws had gone any deeper
, my head would have been severed from my neck! But it didn't matter; in the end, you chopped the wolf rider
in two for me..."
While scars could be faked, this experience, and Bishop Loynis's conversation, could not be
known to outsiders! Catherine was already somewhat convinced: her husband, King Roland, was right
before her!
"What was the first gift you gave me?" the cautious Catherine still inquired.
"It was a cluster of jewel-carved roses I brought from Enroth, but you didn't seem to like them. In the end
, I gave you a warship, and you named it 'Queen Catherine'!"
"What did you say to me when Nicholas was born?"
"No! No! No! Catherine, you must be mistaken. When you gave birth to Nicholas, I was fighting
those rioters in the north, and I didn't return to your side until three months later. Because of this, my father-in-law
personally named the child 'Nicholas' after himself, and then gave me a good scolding for being
such an incompetent father!"
"And when I gave birth to Isabel!"
"Oh! My Isabel, she weighed less than eighty ounces at birth, like a little kitten. I pitifully..."
"Isabelle, I haven't seen her for seven years, I don't even know what she looks like!"
Catherine pressed him with several intimate questions about their marriage, and Roland answered them all flawlessly.
His voice and appearance were exactly like the husband she remembered! Especially these private matters, which were absolutely forbidden to
outsiders! At this point, Catherine was finally certain that her husband, Roland, had finally returned to her side!
Roland gently put his arm around Catherine's shoulder: "Casey, I've missed you. All these years, I've thought of you constantly
!"
His soft whispers warmed her ear, and Catherine caught
a faint scent, seemingly the same as Lucrecia's.
Suddenly, her body stiffened, and when Roland's lips touched hers, she offered no
resistance.
Because an unprecedented desire was burning within Catherine!
Roland's lips pressed tightly against Catherine's, sucking and licking, his tongue sliding from the outside to the inside of her lips
... while his hands caressed her back, then slipped through her nightgown, landing on her hips...
before she knew it, their tongues were completely entwined, and Catherine instinctively gripped Roland's shoulders tightly, her whole body seemingly
enveloped in heat, her temperature rising steadily. As
soon as his tongue withdrew slightly, Roland complained, "Casey, you doubt me? Then let me examine
you thoroughly, from soul to body..."
With that, Roland began to undress his hunting attire!
Catherine shyly turned her face away, saying, "I didn't! I no longer doubt you! Ron! Don't take it off!
Okay?"
"That request seems superfluous. Since we're a couple reunited after a long separation, tonight we should openly
break free from our constraints and properly reminisce about our time apart!"
Roland, his muscular chest exposed, looked at Catherine sitting on the edge of the bed. Beneath her loose nightgown, her fair breasts
outlined a captivating cleavage.
(Roland! You despicable bastard, how dare you possess such a beauty.) The returned
'King Roland' had slightly reddened eyes!
Catherine noticed King Roland's gaze, shyly covering herself with her hand, and turned to sit up straight.
Viewed from above, Catherine's sculpted face was strikingly perfect, with a jade-like neck, full
breasts, a slender waist like a young girl, and a sexy, mature bottom. Her long, white legs were pressed together,
and the shyness and reserve on her face made King Roland fall head over heels for her.
"Ah... Ron, no..."
Catherine cried out, covering her chest with her hands in protest against Roland's actions.
Roland, however, was determined. He forcefully separated Catherine's hands, raised them high, and pressed her onto the bed, continuing his forceful kiss
.
"Mmm... Ron... no... stop..."
Catherine tried to dodge, but Roland relentlessly pursued her, trapping her legs between his own
.
"Catherine, I want you... I love you... Ten years... I've thought of you every single moment..."
Roland kissed Catherine roughly. Catherine didn't notice
the slip of the tongue in Roland's words, "ten years," or the change in his address. She desperately tried to dodge, but Roland left greedy saliva all over her cheeks, nose, eyes, and neck
. Especially her fair neck, which was covered with bright red hickeys from Roland's forceful kisses.
Catherine struggled, her voice trembling with sobs. She didn't understand why her once dignified and cautious husband, Roland, had become
so frivolous. Under God's guidance, Roland, a fellow believer in the Goddess of Light, had only engaged in sexual intercourse at
night, with the lights off, both wearing papal-style underwear that only exposed their genitals, and then spreading their legs to receive penetration
—a simple act. She never imagined that Roland's return would evoke such completely different feelings.
When Catherine met Roland's eyes, she saw madness, but also some inexplicable emotions, which
stirred a pang of heartache and a touch of emotion within her. However, she didn't realize that this was
the effect of the forbidden spell "Soul Eater" from the undead race. The "Roland" before her was, in fact, someone whose memories Sandru had extracted from the real Roland using the forbidden
spell "Soul Eater," and then superimposed onto Rod Hart's consciousness!
Catherine still believed that her husband "Roland's" slight surprise stemmed from the confusion caused by their seven-year separation
! Even she, often in the dead of night, felt a burning heat rising in her lower abdomen, as if she
were melting. Faced with this repulsive feeling, the clumsy and innocent Catherine, though not daring to touch her beautiful, full
body, simply pulled the blanket tighter, clamped her long legs together, and silently twisted…
“God! Forgive this ungrateful man! He was unintentional! He is good! Redeem him from his evil desires
!” Catherine endured the sensitive stimulation; at this moment, the itching outweighed the sensuality, but her speech
was not as fluent as before.
Hearing Catherine's prayer, Rod Hart, who had just been physically joined with Roland, slightly slowed his movements.
“Ron!” Catherine saw that he had stopped, and saw a glimmer of hope. "Because I know you
love me, but you can't be lost in desire..."
"Haha...love! Then why didn't you accept me in the first place? For you, I sincerely believed in God; for
you, I was so devout."
"Ron...what did you say..."
"You pushed me to the devil yourself. From the moment I couldn't have your love, I was like
Adam, tempted by the serpent of desire, destined to fall to the dark side. Even if it meant eternal damnation, I would gladly
accept it all."
"No! Don't!"
Roland began sucking on Catherine's breasts. Her full, firm breasts, unaffected by marriage, still
retained a faint, mature fragrance.
"Tsk...slurp..."
Roland's greedy sucking made obscene sounds. Catherine still struggled, but her strength gradually
weakened.
Under Roland's persistent sucking, her nipples had gradually transformed from itchy to sensual.
Catherine's hands were now free, but pushing Roland's shoulders had no effect.
Roland, with one hand on his other breast, caressed Catherine's thighs with the other.
"Lord, grant this lamb of devout faith, so that Ron... Oh..."
Catherine prayed in her heart, hoping to calm Roland's lust, but her body gradually yielded to Roland
, and under Roland's caresses, a decadent pleasure gradually awakened.
"Tsk... these breasts don't seem like something a virtuous woman should have, and the areolas are so tender. Your
breasts are so soft and elastic, like jelly, so irresistible."
"God, quickly awaken Ron's conscience, quickly bring the lost sheep back!... Ah..."
"Catherine, your armpits are so sexy..."
"God, quickly show your loving light! I can't take it anymore..."
"Catherine, I want to leave my kisses on your breasts, neck, and thighs. You are mine, and I want to
leave my mark on your body."
In their argument, Roland kissed his way down, removing Catherine's upper garments
, leaving every inch of her skin wet with his kisses, her fair breasts adorned with vibrant
strawberry-like kiss marks.
Before setting off, the Roland bud Sandru had given Rod Hart had been secretly bitten open under his tongue,
the kiss marks mixed with saliva covering Catherine's sensitive areas!
(No woman can resist the aphrodisiac effects of Rosemary's mantle!)
Rod Hart's movements shifted from rough to gentle; his skillful touch revealed
the reactions a woman would produce when her sensitive areas were touched. Roland carefully observed Catherine's reaction, and when he kissed her sensitive spot, he immediately
aroused the decadent pleasure within her caused by the Rosemary's mantle nectar.
(God… forgive me, I have tried my best…)
"Oh…" Catherine finally couldn't hold back any longer and let out a humiliating moan.
"No! Don't lick there!"
Catherine pushed Rod Hart's head away with both hands, trying to stop his tongue from touching
her mons pubis through her panties. Catherine trembled violently; a current that could lead to sin surged from her vulva to her
head.
Catherine's thighs were shamefully parted by Rod Hart. Her white panties were soaked with saliva, becoming semi-transparent, and
the thick pubic hair beneath was faintly visible.
"Don't look...stop...it's so embarrassing...ahhh..."
"Oh! Catherine, I didn't expect your 'Golden Fleece' to be so thick..."
Catherine's hair color was a dark gold-toned red inherited from the Griffin family, but her pubic hair was a rare
pure gold! In the legends of the Silver Age, the 'Golden Fleece'
was invariably considered a priceless treasure, and women who possessed it, such as the most beautiful vampire—
Lilith of the Bruherd tribe—and Magdalene, the Magdalene prostitute who received the most direct gospel from God,
were all known for their promiscuity!
"No...no..."
Catherine vehemently denied it; her piety made it impossible for her to accept such a shameful title of promiscuity. "I'm not that
kind of woman, I'm not! God, save me!" Catherine cried out in her heart.
But God seemed to have closed his ears, and no matter how much Catherine prayed, there was no response.
Rod Hart pulled aside her panties, revealing a full vulva with golden fleece, a symbol of desire, and the long-awaited
genitals gleaming with a crystalline sheen.
"Such beautiful genitals, they seem a little wet..."
"No...no...that's your saliva..." Catherine denied.
"Then...I'll make them even wetter..."
Rod Hart's fingers parted the petals, and looking at this exquisite genitalia, Roland felt his penis
throbbing with excitement.
Like a lustrous ruby-red swamp; from the large petals to the small petals, everything shimmered, completely
unlike a place that had given birth, the lovely pink, delicate labia shyly closed.
Rod Hart pulled down his pants; his penis was ready.
He grabbed Catherine's shoulders to keep her still, adjusting the height of his lower body, positioning his erect penis
directly in the center of her vulva.
The glans entered the soft, warm, red flesh of the half-open vulva.
"Ugh!!"
Rod Hart groaned, thrusting his lower body forward forcefully.
His glans disappeared into the fleshy opening with a squelching sound, the narrow passage widening.
(It's in...my thing is inside Catherine's body.)
Rod Hart, transformed into Roland, savored the sensation of penetrating the beautiful flesh he had longed for for so many years.
The friction wasn't intense, but it felt incredibly comfortable.
While this missionary position wasn't his first time penetrating from the front, today's object was
Catherine, known as "humanity's most beautiful woman," so he felt a great deal of emotion.
"Oh, it's getting wet inside. Is Catherine aroused too?"
He could definitely sense the woman's reaction, but Catherine didn't respond.
"Aren't you comfortable yet?"
Because of the silence, Rod Hart opened his eyes to look at Catherine.
Her first time was with her husband, a devout man who was also a virgin in bed; their relationship always
consisted of kissing, caressing, the missionary position, and then it was over.
Before this, Catherine had never known what pleasure or orgasm was, let alone having a man
lick her private parts before penetration. Because she didn't know, Catherine had always been content and naively
believed that this was how relationships between men and women were.
But now, enduring Rod Hart's fierce and varied thrusts, Catherine's expression was changing.
Her eyes, which had been hazy due to the rosebuds, were now furrowed and her mouth slightly open,
showing a deep sense of ecstasy.
"Catherine, moan! Don't hold back," Rod Hart said encouragingly. "I feel so good.
Your body is wonderful. So you should say yes too!"
Rod Hart decided to tear away Catherine's mask step by step!
He thrust his penis deep inside, almost piercing Catherine's uterus.
Catherine let out a low moan.
Rod Hart began to thrust rhythmically.
A powerful pleasure surged deep within Catherine's vagina. At this point, Roland was already on the verge of ejaculation,
so he no longer cared about Catherine's reaction.
Sweat beaded on their foreheads as their bodies rubbed together.
Their breathing quickened, and their hands and feet trembled slightly. Rod Hart bit his lip, moaning as he
thrust his penis deep inside, then forcefully pulled it out.
The most intense pleasure was probably during the withdrawal: "Ah!..."
The swelling sensation continued until near her uterus. That thing that Roland remembered as not being long
had penetrated all the way to the end, the tip of the glans throbbing excitedly, each thrust sending
a tingling, numbing sensation through Catherine's uterus.
"Ah...it's...it's inside my belly..." Catherine frowned, letting out a pained sound
. Her snow-white body writhed and trembled, as if nailed to the sheets, centered on the inserted penis.
Rod Hart, panting, bent down and bit Catherine's nipple, his hands gripping her buttocks as he began his final
piston-like thrusts.
Each time he pulled to the very end, Catherine felt as if her genitals were melting. Soon, her
muscles went limp as she welcomed her first orgasm.
It was intercourse far more intense than ever before, almost...like a knight's charge.
As Catherine was drained of energy and completely surrendered to 'Roland,'
this strange thought crossed her mind.
But in the blink of an eye, this incredible feeling vanished, washed away by the exhaustion after the orgasm.
Finally, Catherine nestled in the soft, warm bedding and drifted off to sleep…
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The morning sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the wide double bed. She was alone, half-wrapped in the covers.
The fragrance of yesterday had faded; King Roland was gone, leaving only the chill of the morning breeze.
Catherine slowly sat up, gazing at the desolate emptiness beside her. A wave of confusion washed over her.
Was last night's reunion a dream? An illusion? Or…?
She ran naked to the magic mirror, noticing faint redness in her watery eyes, as if
she hadn't slept a wink all night. Her snow-white, voluptuous body seemed to bear the marks of last night's kisses…
All day, Catherine was listless, absentmindedly
replying to her ministers' reports on state affairs. She wanted to summon Lucretia to ask what had happened, but feared she would ask about the embarrassing details of last night
!
Night finally fell, and after dismissing all the maids, Catherine clasped her hands in prayer before the magic mirror...
When Catherine opened her eyes again, Roland was already standing in front of her, gazing at her affectionately.
Noticing that Roland left the mirror without her guidance this time, Catherine
asked suspiciously, "Ron, where did you go today? Why are you back in the mirror?"
"Well! Catherine, the demon's curse hasn't been completely lifted yet, I can't stay in this plane during the day!"
Roland touched Catherine's lips with his index finger: "It's alright, as long as your soul and body deeply love
me, this curse can be completely broken!"
"Ron! My heart! My soul! They all love you deeply! Tell me, what should I do?"
"Just like last night, let our souls and bodies be united!"
After Roland removed his restraints, he turned around and saw the snow-white body on the bed
displaying every alluring part to him. His engorged and throbbing member immediately exuded an obscene aura!
Catherine on the bed had already taken off her pajamas before him, her legs spread wide, shyly posing in a wanton
position, waiting for her husband Roland's violation.
Once the shell of chastity or purity is breached, any female will succumb to natural instincts and reveal her primal,
alluring side.
Clearly, even before using the Luo Mengzi flower bud tonight, Queen Catherine's awakened mature
body honestly began sending sexual signals to her brain, actively adopting a cooperative posture!
(Great! This saves us from all that fake foreplay!) Rod
Hart, transformed into 'Roland,' shared the same thoughts as the authors who painstakingly wrote erotic novels!
The thick penis rubbed against her labia only a few times before the burning pulse made Catherine unable to think
. Softened by the powerful impact, the intense pleasure almost made her drunk; a melting sensation
rose from the center of her garden, and the stiff penis slowly thrust inward.
"Plop!" The stiff penis plunged into the overflowing, sweet, lustful vagina, the plump vaginal flesh tightly gripping
the invading instrument, contracting violently as Rod Hart thrust back and forth into the narrow, secret passage.
Thick, sticky love fluid flowed out again in large quantities. Catherine swallowed with a gurgling sound from her nose. Her pale
throat, glistening with tiny beads of sweat, bobbed up and down.
Sweat also seeped from Queen Catherine's nose and forehead. On the sheets, her disheveled red hair, hanging from the queen's crown
, was also damp with sweat, emitting a strong fragrance.
Rod Hart knew very well that this was the scent of a woman in heat.
It was the maternal stench that only a mature body, filled with desire, would emit. She was mature
, feeling thirsty. Yet, she was unaware of it.
The faith in the Goddess of Light forbade human desire. Previously, as a believer in the goddess, Catherine did not understand the true
pleasure of sex, which was why she displayed a chaste exterior. She herself would believe that relationships between men and women were limited to
this.
Such a 'lady,' once taught pleasures she had never experienced before, would go mad.
Her rotten flesh, neglected because of Roland's disappearance, would become
like a dry sponge or parched earth.
A drop of pleasure would seep in instantly. Then, she would begin to perceive her own desires. From then
on, she would hate herself for not knowing such a blissful world existed, endlessly
seeking pleasure, driven mad by desire.
Her moans were mixed with intense lust, her hums exuding a seductive sweetness, as Kelvin beneath Rod Hart...
Celine arched her back violently, her joined body greedily swallowing and releasing the thick, fleshy rod. Her
fair, tender body convulsed violently, as if the instinctive pleasure wasn't enough. Her plump labia parted with each fierce thrust, like blooming roses.
The aphrodisiac effect of the remaining Rosemary buds within her body produced a chemical
change in Queen Catherine's body. Her vagina continuously secreted nectar representing pleasure, and the sensual pleasure she experienced even surpassed the
dull and tasteless intercourse with her husband Roland in the past.
However, Queen Catherine was unaware that this
perverse behavior of achieving pleasure through pain was caused by the Rosemary buds. She only believed that her body had fallen into instinct, uncontrollably indulging in pleasure
and enjoying the depraved joy.
(How utterly lewd! Catherine is filled with filth to the core, a fallen
angel wearing a mask of purity, a born beast. No, an absolutely perfect slut.)
Rod Hart watched the queen's body respond to him, yet she kept shaking her head in resistance, and he was overjoyed.
As Rod Hart's thrusts quickened, the image before his eyes began to blur, replaced by intense pleasure
. Waves of pleasure washed over him, as if his body and mind were being shattered in an instant. The melting
pleasure felt unreal, and the black hole centered on his penis swallowed Catherine whole.
Soon, Rod Hart let out a beastly roar, pressing himself forcefully
onto Catherine's soft flesh, his penis buried deep inside her violently ejaculating, wantonly spraying millions of sperm into
the depths of her uterus.
At that moment, Catherine couldn't tell whether fear or joy outweighed her emotions. The only thought in her mind was
the high-pitched moan of peak sexual desire: "Ahhh...again...again..."
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Time flew by, and soon, nearly three months had passed!
Every night, King Roland would emerge from the magic mirror, changing positions and angles
to have sex with the lustful Queen Catherine. His thick, long penis would penetrate her uterus each time, injecting wave after wave of
thick, white semen!
Even with the maids kept far away, the Queen's high-pitched moans every night inevitably caused some gossip
.
However, Queen Catherine didn't try to stop or suppress this. As long as her husband,
King Roland, could break the curse of that demon and appear publicly with her before the world, all the
pointless speculation would be dispelled!
So this time, she only glared at the two maids who had been whispering, her slender
fingers tracing the fabric of their clothes: "No red, it's too hot. Bring me something clean and white."
"Yes."
A soft rustling sound came from behind the curtain. The maids changed the Queen's clothes and then bowed and withdrew.
Queen Catherine loosened her sash and carefully retied it to avoid putting pressure on her abdomen. Her period was
a month and a half late, and recently she had been experiencing nausea and cravings for sour foods. As a mother of two
, Catherine knew that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, she was likely pregnant again.
So, tonight, she wanted to give her husband, King Roland, a surprise!
As for the true identity of the father of this unexpected child, some arrangements had to be made in advance! For example,
some 'miracles' at the time of birth should dispel the doubts of her subjects.
"Mama, Mama?" Queen Catherine summoned her trusted chief bodyguard, Ruby, but
Mama Ruby, who was never more than a hundred meters away from her, was nowhere to be seen. "Where is Mama Ruby? Where did she go?"
"Your Majesty, didn't you say Mama Ruby was old and had been sent home to retire?"
Queen Catherine then realized she hadn't seen her for several days. "Nonsense! When did I give that
order! Quickly, go and fetch her!"
A moment later, Mama Ruby, dressed in light armor, rushed into the palace. Ruby was
a general during the reign of Emperor Nicholas and also Queen Catherine's wet nurse.
When Catherine learned from Mama Ruby that it was "herself" who had personally ordered her to retire, she was stunned. "Mama
, are you sure it was 'me' who gave the order?"
"Yes!" Ruby nodded firmly!
Catherine's body stiffened instantly! Although the so-called "Transfiguration" exists in this world, this
magic can only create a very close physical appearance; some unknown details and habits cannot be imitated
! The fact that "Catherine" could deceive Aunt Ruby, who raised her from childhood, means that the shapeshifter
knows every detail of their own life, both physical and spiritual!
(How terrifying! To know everything about oneself, and the only person who could be so familiar with oneself
is…)
(If I could also be shapeshifted! Then what about "Roland," who appears in my bedroom every night…)
Catherine couldn't bear to imagine it. She gritted her teeth and whispered instructions to Ruby…
…
Late at night.
When "Roland" came out, he found Catherine sitting in front of her dressing mirror, fully dressed, getting ready.
He smiled slightly, tiptoed, and prepared to sneak up behind her, startle her, and then pull
her, pale-faced, onto the bed for a "rape" scene! Over the past few months, the two had already
explored similar games quite a bit!
Just as Roland approached, Catherine, who was quietly dressing, suddenly shifted to the side!
An extremely ancient-looking bronze mirror appeared before him!
"The Mirror of the Cinnabar!" Roland exclaimed!
Rings of watery light appeared on the mirror, instantly transforming into a mirror-like object
! A holy radiance suddenly surged forth like a tide, carrying an incomparably powerful and holy aura,
directly enveloping Roland!
The Mirror of the Cinnabar: A treasure exclusive to the Church of Light. It can expose all evil forces under its light
!
Clearly, today, Catherine had whispered to Ruby to retrieve this treasure.
"You! You're Rod Hart!" Catherine stared at the man before her, her
expression a mixture of panic, anticipation, and surprise.
If Roland was Catherine's husband, then Rod Hart could be considered her first love!
They had competed for her affections, and Catherine was well aware of Rod Hart's love for her. However, she had chosen Roland
, and the two had gradually drifted apart. Later, Rod Hart was retaliated against by Roland, first
stripped of his position as a knight, then made the kingdom's financier, and finally died under mysterious circumstances!
Catherine knew a little about these events, but she chose to stand by and do nothing. Therefore, she
still felt a pang of guilt towards Rod Hart!
But the sudden blow—her husband, King Roland, the pillar of her heart and the symbol of her faith—had become an evil undead
knight. The shock left Catherine dizzy; even the valiant queen was at a
loss for how to react.
"No, heavens! Rod Hart!" Queen Catherine cried out anxiously, "You...fallen one! You
've become an evil undead!"
Despite being subjected to Rod Hart's malevolent gaze, the well-mannered Queen Catherine's vocabulary for insults proved utterly
inadequate. Realizing this, Queen Catherine swiftly drew the Sword of Judgment, which had been hidden nearby
.
These days, to facilitate a direct physical confrontation with Catherine from the start, Rod Hart
hadn't even worn his hunting attire, often entering the palace in a light robe. Therefore, facing Catherine in her full Angel Armor,
he could only shrug and take a few steps back!
Catherine pointed her sword at Rod Hart and demanded, "Speak! Is Roland in your hands?"
"He's the only one I have!" A seemingly familiar voice came from the magic mirror. Then, Catherine
saw a pair of pale legs gracefully step out of the mirror…
skin as white as snow, so delicate it seemed one could squeeze water from it…
toes as exquisite as ten pearls, feet as small as white jade.
A pair of legs that would be perfect even to the most discerning lecher! Long, strong,
straight, and perfectly rounded…
a bright red robe, as vibrant as spring roses!
Beneath the red robe, the snow-white skin was even more striking!
Then came long, blood-red hair! A graceful body was shrouded in the light red robe
… from the exposed neck and the slightly rounded curves of the breasts… one couldn't help but wonder
… was she wearing anything else under that robe?
When the person in the mirror turned to Catherine, Catherine was stunned. It was as if she saw another
mirror, a mirror without a mirror, and before her was another "Catherine"!
To Catherine's even greater astonishment, this "Catherine" brought out a pair of boys and girls from behind her back!
They were her own children: Prince Nicholas and Princess Isabella!
King Roland, Queen Catherine, Prince Nicholas, and Princess Isabella! Her own family of four had suddenly
appeared as another family! Catherine didn't know how to handle this situation. She could only grip the Prophet's
Sword tightly in her hand; it was her only reliance: "Who are you? What do you want? Do you think I
won't dare to attack you just because you've become my family?"
"I advise you not to be so impulsive!" The red-robed "Catherine" led the two equally astonished boys
to the Mirror of Cinderella. A flash of white light, and she transformed into a withered lich—the Lich King Sandro
! But the two boys remained unchanged; they were indeed her two children!
Having reverted to his original form, Sandro grabbed the boy and girl by the collar and lifted them up, grinning maliciously, "Put down
your weapons! Otherwise, I can't guarantee their lives!"
Looking at the undead king Sandro and Rod Hart beside her, Catherine knew that with only the combat strength of a sixth-tier Crusader
, she was no match for them, especially since her child was in their hands! She lowered her sword, took
a breath, and asked, "What do you want? This is Cloud City. I only need to give the order, and you won't be able to escape!"
"Hmm! You're very alert. I originally planned to replace your head guard first, and then
replace your guards one by one with my men. I didn't expect you to find out so quickly. It seems I was too hasty!" Sandru grinned
. "Catherine, let's make a deal. If you lend me one thing, I can return your child and
your husband to you! Even if I use this thing, I'll return it to you!"
"What thing?" Catherine breathed a sigh of relief. If it was just one thing, even if it was this "Angel Set,"
as long as it guaranteed her child's safety, it would be worth it.
"Your uterus! I need you to help me bear a child!"
"What!" Catherine instinctively wanted to refuse outright, but then she remembered the fact that she was already pregnant.
She awkwardly pressed her stomach, wondering if he already knew about it!
This action, however, was interpreted by Sandru and Rod Hart as her acceptance of the condition!
Rod Hart was initially surprised, then a smug smile appeared on his face. He swiftly stepped forward and grabbed Catherine.
Catherine, caught off guard, was tightly gripped. Just as she was about to instinctively resist, Rod Hart
took out the pre-prepared treasure, "The Shackles of War," and bound her hands behind her back.
Immediately afterward, her collar was pulled open to the sides.
"Ah…!"
For Queen Catherine, exposing her skin to a man other than her husband, and to her own children, was
more painful than death. Rod Hart, who knew Catherine well, had struck her weak point.
Then, the instant Catherine covered her chest with her hands, Rod Hart began to tear open her white dress.
Nearly half-naked, Catherine immediately screamed and rolled on the bed.
Rod Hart, like a chef handling live fish, skillfully controlled her weakness, and in no time,
removed her outer garment.
"What are you doing... Let me go!"
Catherine's hair was disheveled, and her eyebrows were raised.
"A beautiful woman's most beautiful expression is said to be one of resentment, and that's absolutely true, Catherine! I love you!"
As if afraid the iron shackles would hurt his beloved woman, Rod Hart used a torn nightgown to
cover the gaps between her hands and the shackles before making Catherine lie on her back.
Fear gripped Catherine!
Although it wasn't the first time Rod Hart had defiled her,
the cruel reality of having her children witness her lewdness left her mind blank.
"Nikolai, Isabel! Don't look, don't look at your mother's shameful state," Catherine cried out in her sleep
.
Isabel immediately closed her eyes, but fifteen-year-old Nikolai's eyes remained wide open,
contradicting his inner sorrow; the boy's penis seemed to be erect in his trousers.
"Take the children away! I promise you!" Catherine screamed, powerless to resist her fate. Besides, she
was already pregnant, effectively fulfilling Sandru's demands. Therefore, she might as well agree to the deal and preserve
her last shred of dignity as a mother!
"Your Majesty! Don't be shy anymore. It's alright to let your son know your true self. But since
it's your request, I agree! As long as you give birth to a child of our undead race, I will release your whole family!"
Sandruino, carrying the two children, retreated back to the Magic Mirror: "Rhodes Hart, it's up to you!"
Her tattered clothes were discarded on the ground. Because of her pregnancy, she was practically naked!
"This is astonishing. I've always hated you wearing these cumbersome things. It seems you understand what I mean!"
Looking at his beloved woman's body, the thought of conquering her again in his true form made Rod Hart's
penis almost explode.
Her originally slender and well-proportioned body was surprisingly voluptuous after she was naked!
The curves from her breasts to her buttocks had just the right amount of fat, but no excess flesh. Her elastic muscles and glossy skin were
so sexy, it was almost tempting to bite.
"Rhodes Hart! Don't do this! I'm pregnant, it's your child!" Catherine cried!
Rod Hart found it hard to believe.
(He'd hit the mark again!)
He stroked Catherine's lower abdomen like a featherless bird. Then he pulled down the waistband of her panties.
"Heh...don't look..."
Catherine instinctively squeezed her legs together.
The triangle formed by the light golden pubic hair looked very soft.
Because there wasn't much pubic hair, the vulva was immediately visible.
When Rod Hart parted the soft labia, he could see the moist, tender flesh inside.
The vulva glowed with a rosy luster. The vulva was slightly parted due to the pregnancy.
He forcefully spread her legs apart.
The skin of her private parts was pulled to the left and right, the labia parted, completely exposing the inside. At the top of the vulva,
he could see the bright red clitoris.
Rod Hart brought his head close! The clitoris began to tremble and immediately hardened.
"Ah...uh..."
"Is it really true? You're not just stalling, are you!"
"Heh...please spare me...it will hurt the baby!"
Rod Hart could feel her inner thighs starting to sweat, and at the same time, honey-like fluid was overflowing from her vulva.
Rod Hart then extended his tongue to lick the inside of her vulva, finally forcefully inserting the tip of his tongue into her sensual cave
.
It had become a swamp.
"You said you were pregnant! Do pregnant women make such interesting faces? But since you think so,
let's continue, let's work on our child!"
Stimulated in this way, Catherine continuously emitted lewd moans. This was
something absolutely unseen from her usual appearance!
(She had transformed into a very lustful woman.)
Catherine's body completely excited Rod Hart.
He lifted Catherine's legs high like changing a baby's diaper, then tucked them under her armpits, her buttocks off
the bed.
"Let's start making little Rod!"
Rod Hart thrust into her stomach, inserting his penis diagonally downwards, then gazing at his
enormous penis forcing its way into her tender flesh.
The glans entered smoothly.
"Ugh...ugh..."
Catherine arched her chin, moaning like a seriously ill patient.
"Is it good? Is it comfortable?"
Rod Hart asked, looking at Catherine's expression as he temporarily stopped penetration.
"Mmm..."
Catherine made a meaningless sound.
Rod Hart continued.
"No! Pull it out... it will hurt the baby!"
Catherine cried out, twisting her body. Because her hands were bound, she could only twist her body. Her maternal instinct
to protect her child made her even more impatient, her whole body already drenched in sweat.
Before, Catherine didn't know how to express her pleasure, and coupled with her religious beliefs, she was
very shy. As a result, after having sex with her, Rod Hart would reminisce about the succubus Jessbeth and the elf Ednie,
feeling no pleasure.
Now, Catherine's actions of protecting the child made Rod Hart think that she was protecting herself out of fear of his might
!
This pitiful look only aroused the beastly desire deep within him. Tearing away Roland's pretense,
conquering his beloved queen by violence, Rod Hart began to feel that this kind of woman should be
treated with brutal methods.
Rod Hart, believing he had mastered the method to please Catherine, was quite pleased with himself.
Ignoring her feelings, he began to thrust violently.
Catherine began to moan again.
When he reached the hilt, Rod Hart sighed and said, "All the way in."
Catherine only silently wiggled her hips. However, with her legs clamped under the man's armpits and her buttocks off the bed,
she could only wiggle her stomach and hips in this position.
He continued to thrust forcefully. Rod Hart felt the head of his penis touch her cervix.
"Oh!"
Catherine screamed, her whole body jerking.
Rod Hart continued thrusting.
She reacted strongly.
"No! Don't!"
He thrust in and out, then thrust in again, writhing.
Suddenly, he felt Catherine's vagina begin to tighten.
(Oh! It's tightening...)
Rod Hart's penis, moving inside her vagina, was clamped shut and couldn't move freely.
He hadn't expected Catherine's genitals to react this way.
Being clamped wasn't a bad thing.
(Ah...it's so tight. I just want to thrust, but I can't move because it's clamped like this.)
Rod Hart's eyes widened, his teeth clenched, and he stopped thrusting, throwing her legs off the bed. He then
rolled Catherine from her supine position to a prone position behind her back or raised her buttocks, otherwise he couldn't penetrate deeply.
"Ah...that's good..."
Rod Hart maintained this position and slowly rotated. Because he rotated while she was clamped, he
rubbed every part of her vagina.
Catherine began to cry.
She spread her legs apart and lifted her buttocks, panting with tears streaming down her face, finally opening her mouth and drooling
.
Rod Hart bit his lip and twisted his lower abdomen, thrusting deeper, the pressure of his clenching causing him
to reach orgasm instantly.
(I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum...)
Rod Hart let out a short groan and began to ejaculate.
"Ah...that's great...Catherine...I'm coming..."
Soon after...
Rod Hart collapsed limply onto Catherine, his breathing still rapid.
Because her hands were bound, Catherine's upper body was turned to the side, forming a strangely twisted position, but her legs
were still hooked on the man's thighs, her arms stiffly bent, her breathing slowly calming down.
Rod Hart lazily lifted his body.
"Catherine, you're amazing, you've improved a lot!" Rod Hart spoke his true feelings.
From the beginning, Catherine's indifference to sex made her seem like a puppet. But Rod Hart
's advances seemed to awaken her dormant sensuality.
"You've been doing this every night for eighty-one days!" Catherine said softly, her eyes closed.
"Haha! You learn quickly! And thankfully, I've been doing this continuously for eighty-one days..." Rod
Hart seemed to understand something! Eighty-one days of continuous sex! This meant Catherine had
n't had her period for two months! Could it be that she...?
"Ah! Ahh! I'll untie you right away!"
Rod Hart began frantically untying Catherine's restraints!
"You really are pregnant with our child!" Rod Hart asked.
Catherine reverted to her shy self, covering her face with her hands and saying, "What do you think!" "
Haha! Haha! I'm so happy, I'm going to be a father again! Especially since this is the child you gave birth to for me!"
Rod Hart said, gently patting Catherine's lower abdomen.
"No!" Catherine pressed her face against the sheets, her cheeks flushed red to her ears.
(What a lovely woman, and with such wonderful maternal instincts.)
Rod Hart, accustomed to playing with women, looked at Catherine with completely new eyes.
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Sandru sat on the bone throne, smiling and sighing, "Rod Hart, very good! Finally pregnant again
. How many months along is the child in Catherine's belly? When will it be born?"
"Because it's not purely human blood, it's difficult to estimate the gestation period, but I can sense that the child's aura
is very strong, quite unusual."
Sandru was overjoyed to learn that Catherine's pregnancy was finally normal. He had decided not to use
the uncontrollable magic of the "Gate of Time" to accelerate childbirth. For a lich with infinite life,
waiting for more than ten years was nothing!
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A full-term, swollen belly, at which point the fetal sounds could be heard. Sandru and Rod Hart
were filled with anticipation for the arrival of the new life.
Rod Hart abandoned all other activities, staying by Catherine's side tirelessly. Even if he weren't
a ghost, he would be mentally exhausted. Sandru couldn't allow any mishaps with this new life;
he couldn't bear any more blows!
Catherine had also become fuller-figured. Rod Hart gazed at her happily, occasionally touching her belly.
"Did you kick again?" he asked cautiously, having just felt a throbbing in her stomach.
"Rhode! I want to go and pray to Father! Our child is an illegitimate
child, not protected by God, but I think, at the very least, he should receive the blessings of his ancestors, okay?" The usually proud and noble
Queen pleaded in a sweet tone, easily evoking a man's tenderness.
Rod Hart thought for a moment. Emperor Nicholas's memorial tablet was in an underground chapel in a corner of Cloud City,
not far and secluded. He had been there several times; if it was just a simple visit, there shouldn't be any problem
. After obtaining Sandru's permission, he helped Catherine towards it.
Soon, they passed through the Royal Gardens, descended the stone steps, and entered the depths beneath Cloud City. Here, instead of soil, there
were almost frozen, colorful clouds, yet without the coldness of ice, only the gentleness of clouds.
This building, located beneath Cloud City, yet in a church on earth, housed
the memorial tablets of emperors from Griffin the Great onward, as well as heroes who had served them. The
memorial tablet of Rod Hart's ancestor, Paladin Elwood Hart of the Seven Griffin Knights, was also among them, which
was one of the reasons he had accompanied Catherine to the shrine.
Reaching the end, she pushed open the mica stone door. The stained-glass windows of the church dome reflected
the colorful light of the setting sun piercing through the clouds. Catherine stepped into the church first, then looked back and exclaimed in surprise, "Your Majesty Sandru
!"
In the instant that Rod Hart also turned back in surprise, Catherine closed the mica stone door from the inside!
Realizing he'd been tricked, Rod Hart turned around. The mica stone door shone with golden light; this
stone, so perfectly suited to magic, was clearly imbued with a protective barrier!
...
With her last strength, Catherine blocked the door and activated the protective barrier. She staggered back a few steps, the force
seemingly disturbing her unborn child. She collapsed to the ground, amniotic fluid, tinged with blood, gushing from under her skirt!
In her final moments, hiding here was the only thing she could do!
A violent crashing sound came from outside—the sound of Rod Hart and the arriving Sandru clashing with force and magic
. Catherine didn't know how much longer she could hold on. She stared blankly at the ancestral
tablets in the center of the altar, thinking of the two children who had fallen into the hands of the dead, and the unborn child in her womb, whose future was uncertain
. Was the fate of the Griffin Empire about to end here?
"God! Save your lost lamb!"
A series of throbbing pains surged within her, the contractions of childbirth washing over Catherine's mind. Her vision
blurred, and the church dome seemed to spin...
In her hazy state, layers of colorful clouds scattered from the parting dome!
Rays of multicolored light streamed down from the separating clouds, falling upon Queen Catherine and gently spreading around her.
Bathed in this sacred splendor, Queen Catherine felt as if her body and soul, tainted by evil,
had been cleansed.
"Almighty Goddess, please save me from this endless shame!"
Lying on the ground, Queen Catherine prayed fervently with her last vestiges of consciousness.
A deep voice echoed from the sky: "Lost lamb, what mercy do you need?"
Catherine, still dazed, couldn't discern that the deep voice was clearly not female. She only thought that although she didn't
know what Sandru wanted the child in her womb for, she couldn't let him succeed!
She had made up her mind to expel that shameful mark from her body, to stop it from tormenting
her soul.
The thought had barely formed in her mind
when the deep voice seemed to read her thoughts: "You hate the child in your womb?"
Catherine cried; it was her child too!
"Hate!...No...How could I, as a mother, hate my own child!"
Queen Catherine was momentarily confused. Logically,
she should feel intense disgust for this symbol of her shame and pain, but...but due to her maternal instincts, Queen Catherine absolutely
could not feel hatred for her own flesh and blood!
(Hate—if I could get rid of this fetus, I could remove the mark of shame, and I would still be the
holy queen...)
Queen Catherine quickly interrupted her thoughts; she simply could not accept having such an evil idea.
But the voice seemed to see right through her soul, instantly bringing out her unspeakable thoughts
: "Lost lamb, do not worry! If you consider this child a symbol of your shame and pain,
I! Almighty God, can help you change this fate! I will bestow upon him blood and glory!"
The elusive voice exuded a dizzying magic that made Queen Catherine dizzy. The hand slowly
loosened, and Queen Catherine lay on the ground, breathing irregularly.
"...I..."
"Don't think about anything, relax deeply... relax... relax your whole body..."
Queen Catherine's head slowly drooped, her rapid breathing gradually calmed, and a
sense of peace engulfed her soul...
...
"Thump..." "Thump..." The increasingly loud impact awoke Queen Catherine. She wearily sat
up and discovered that she had given birth to her third child while unconscious!
However, the child did not cry. Catherine quickly picked him up; the child was healthy
! Neither crying nor screaming, the baby stared at her with wide, unwavering eyes.
She skillfully cut the umbilical cord, placing the child against her chest, letting him rest against her breast. The swollen
nipples already felt like milk was about to leak out. The baby gently took one nipple in his mouth and began to suckle tenderly
…
“Creak…” The mica gate creaked loudly, seemingly unable to hold on much longer!
(She couldn't let the child fall into the hands of evil spirits! This was her only hope!) With her
last strength, Catherine wrapped the baby in a thin shawl and carried him to the hidden spout beneath the altar flowing with holy water
. She closed her eyes in anguish, gritted her teeth, and released her grip! The swaddling clothes containing the infant
, like her broken heart, fell through the clouds…
…
“Thump!” The mica gate crashed to the ground, and Sandru and Rod Hart burst in!
“Where’s the baby!” Seeing the blood and amniotic fluid on the ground, Sandru and Rod Hart demanded simultaneously!
Sandru surveyed the scene; the dome of the church, nestled deep in the clouds, was open, revealing a sky full of
stars. He used a levitation spell and flew up…
“Catherine! Where is our child?” Rod Hart rushed forward and embraced the weakened Catherine,
demanding an answer.
“That’s my child!” Queen Catherine’s resentment hadn’t subsided, as if she wanted to vent the disgust Rod Hart had inflicted on her
, spitting a mouthful of saliva in his face.
A wet blob of saliva clung to Rod Hart’s nose. The humiliation of being rejected, the loss of his child, and
the rejection from his beloved Queen Catherine filled Rod Hart with sorrow. Yet, conversely, a sweet feeling
also filled Rod Hart’s entire being.
Saliva, something that could only be obtained through kissing. Rod Hart even felt that it would be best
if Queen Catherine continued to rebuke him like this.
She wiped the saliva from her face with her finger, then put it in her mouth. Behind her, Sandru's furious roar erupted
: "Tell me! Where is the child?"
"You can never hurt him!" Overwhelmed with victory over Sandru, the weakened Queen Catherine
fainted in that instant…
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The dim light cast a hazy glow over the surroundings, as if she had entered another world.
Queen Catherine awoke to find her wrists bound with ribbons, tightly knotted twice. Her hands were raised above
her head, pulled back, and secured to the skeleton of a colossal beast.
The dark underworld exuded an aura of lewdness; the pristine white flesh of the creature and the death-soaked bone
throne formed a perfect contrast: elegant yet obscene, holy yet filthy.
Surveying her surroundings, she saw the dark magic mirror before her. Catherine realized this must be
the other side of the mirror—the plane containing the bone throne. The mirror was merely a disguised portal
.
Around the mirror, besides Rod Hart, were three other people—or rather, three non-human
beings—undead creatures!
Most conspicuous was a skeleton emitting a snow-white glow, its pale bones gleaming like jade, and its yellowed teeth
slightly parted—was that a smile?
On the far right is a man with the appearance of a movie star—Prince Degar, the vampire prince. He is
incredibly handsome, especially his melancholic eyes, which possess a captivating charm. Moreover, Prince Degar
also possesses an enviable physique; his strong muscles exude power, like a graceful cheetah.
If Prince Degar's appearance is the epitome of beauty, then the zombie king Stank on the left is perhaps the other
extreme.
His emaciated body, coupled with severe hunchback due to muscle atrophy, makes him appear even shorter. His flat nose
takes up half his face, and his gaping maw with yellowed teeth and distorted features can only be described as ugly.
His undead nature further enhances his appearance, making him seem crude and devoid of common sense.
His craving for fresh meat makes Stank's expression and gaze extremely lewd and obscene;
he seems to make no attempt to conceal his blatant and base desires, while in reality, he yearns to devour
fresh, beautiful flesh.
"Like rotting pork in the kitchen, and carrying a deadly infectious disease."
"Women who touch him will rot." These seemingly plausible rumors amused Queen Catherine
; they were simply too exaggerated.
But now, she could no longer laugh!
For the skeletal Catherine, the bloodthirsty Prince Degar, and the green, rotting Stronk—
Sandru's longest-serving subordinates, known as the "White Ghost King, Red Ghost King, and Blue Ghost King"—were right before her
!
"Rhodes Hart! You…"
The tall, handsome Rod Hart, legs crossed, reclined on a soft chair made of human skin, silently watching
Queen Catherine, offering no answer to her question.
Gazing at the innocent face, Sandru in the darkness anticipated the angel's irritating weeping,
and then, after the tragic process of falling and losing his wings, the genuine smile of joy that would follow.
"Ah! What do you want to do? Don't come any closer!"
The first to approach was the White Ghost King, Catherine, who chuckled lewdly as he slowly lifted the hem of his long skirt,
revealing his ankles, which continued to rise...
His skeletal hands, through his pantyhose, began to caress the warm, beautiful body. Although there was no skin, one
could still feel the delicate texture, different from the real touch of a woman's body, possessing a unique charm. The taut fabric
revealed a hidden treasure, and the soft sound of it tearing stirred the desires of the undead, until
a crack appeared on the smooth, flawless surface.
Inch by inch, the second layer of skin clung to her body, revealing a body even whiter than the stockings, radiating a dazzling luster.
Her shy legs bent inwards as much as possible, her fair and slender legs straight and long, and her plain, triangular
panties lay obediently on her swollen mounds.
—Even her panties were pure white.
Although they preferred the ornate and wanton attire of prostitutes, or the nakedness symbolizing slavery,
the undead were thankful that the holy aura emanating from the beautiful sacrifice did not disappoint them. The
empty nostrils, devoid of a nose, rested on the soft, full mound between her legs, impatiently inhaling the queen's unique scent—a slightly sweet, yet not overpowering, clean aroma, and 　　a strange secretion
seeping from the recessed area . 　　To avoid harming her delicate lower body with sharp fangs, taking advantage of the skeleton's tendency to disintegrate, the 　　skeleton king, Catherine, carefully removed two rows of teeth. He used his gums to hold the fully erect clitoris, as if 　　swallowing her entire beautiful lower body. 　　Then, with his yellowed fangs, he gently brushed the hymen, forcefully pushing it into Queen Catherine's honeyed depths, 　　stirring it pleasurably. Without the support of the gums, the snake-like tips of his teeth licked back and forth at the most sensitive clitoris. 　　"Ugh..." Ignoring the foreign object inside her, Queen Catherine writhed wildly, letting the sharp 　　edges scratch at her itchy spot. The tingling, numbing itch that made her cry wouldn't go away, plunging her into a frenzied cycle of 　　hell. 　　"Your Majesty is so beautiful!" Pulling out fangs covered in sticky honey, Catherine licked the sweet 　　nectar off them, then put them back in her mouth... 　　A thick, hard foreign object pressed against her honeyed orifice, its size and feel strangely unfamiliar. 　　Queen Catherine looked down and saw that the skeletal Catherine no longer had a penis; he had removed a 　　shinbone and placed it in the center of his pelvis! 　　"While a shinbone isn't as elastic as a penis, its shape and size are more suitable for humans!" 　　Indeed, not only was the size very similar, but the shape of the inner and outer condyles and the appearance of the glans were also very 　　similar! 　　The cold shinbone poked and prodded, parting the bulging flesh, the bony condyle barely penetrating before being pulled out again, 　　alternating between deep and shallow thrusts, rubbing up and down between the thighs. 　　For some reason, the body, subjected to such wicked stimulation, was more sensitive than usual, giving Queen Catherine a 　　strange, abhorrent pleasure; her moans carried a soft, seductive quality, no longer harsh! 　　Bones are an indispensable part of the human body, but now, under the skillful manipulation of the undead lecher, they revealed their evil, 　　obscene side, re-entering the body from the outside to become instruments of torture!

Her legs were pressed into a shameful, M-shaped position, her upper and lower orifices side by side, the lewd posture like
a self-display, filled with humiliation.
Her lovely anus was clearly exposed, the soft, contracting and expanding protrusions. A short, somewhat comical finger
was inserted into the anus, probing and teasing. The hot, elastic anus, the pink flesh almost crushing the finger bones, resembled a blooming
rose.
"Ah!...What are you...doing?"
The strange sensation of contact with bone enveloped her anus, and Queen Catherine screamed hysterically, tears already
streaming down her face.
More than the beautiful anus, Queen Catherine's bewildered appearance excited Catherine more.
"It...should be...here, both...the shape and the sensitivity...are amazing
!" The Bone King Catherine muttered to himself like a lich chanting a spell.
Catherine's skull was pressed against Queen Catherine's buttocks, her pinky finger stirring the hot flesh inside her anus.
The thinnest part of her pinky finger, the first joint, had already fully penetrated, and she was now trying to insert the thicker second joint.
"The second finger is in, and the pleasure will double!"
The lewdness of the excretory organ was beyond Queen Catherine's comprehension, yet
this organ, which should only have simple physiological functions, kept producing strange itching and tingling sensations. As if responding to the intruding foreign object, the violently contracting anus caused
even stronger stimulation, the hot sensation not only resonating against the shinbone of her wet honey hole but also constantly drilling into her stomach...
Spreading the juices secreted from her honey hole evenly on the lovely folds, the Bone King Catherine further
probed with her finger, rhythmically digging and probing.
"It's dirty, it's dirty there, don't touch it!"
After a little lubrication, the narrow and shy anus gradually expanded, revealing delicate and alluring pink folds,
behind which lay the Queen's beautiful and mysterious private world.
"Hehe, your asshole is contracting, how cute."
"Ugh...ugh..." If it were her proud body, it would be one thing, but now the place being humiliated is her filthy
excretory organ. Queen Catherine is going crazy...
Queen Catherine lies helplessly on the ground, saliva trailing a silver thread from the corner of her mouth, her mature, beautiful buttocks raised high
, her anus writhing like a living creature. A lewd aura spreads from between her buttocks to her entire body,
her noble, pure, and intellectual beauty corrupted and transformed into a morbid seductiveness.
The nine joints of her little finger, index finger, and thumb, of varying sizes, are all inside!
Her abdomen is filled with finger bones, and any movement triggers a natural reaction in her body, causing intense stimulation. Not
only is her anus burning, but even her honey hole begins to secrete lewdly.
"Your Majesty is truly virtuous, managing to swallow nine segments!" The Bone King, Catherine, smugly admired
the artistic arrangement of the last finger bone embedded in her anus, saying, "Hehehe, now it's time for the activity!"
As if enjoying himself, the Bone King, Catherine, twisted his wrist bones, now only his middle and ring fingers remaining.
Influenced by the Soul Fire, the nine finger bones inside his rectum clenched into fists!
"You...demon!" Queen Catherine screamed!
Manipulating the clenched fists to arrange them into a long, serpentine shape, the Bone King, Catherine, laughed, "This is
the best praise I've ever heard!"
The changing formation of the nine finger bones was accompanied by a strange sensation similar to incontinence; it felt as if her intestines were being pulled out, and her sensitive
anus contracted repeatedly in a short time, becoming extremely sensitive. At this point, the torture was not even halfway complete. What
Queen Catherine could not tolerate most was that such perverse behavior actually brought her a kind of poisonous pleasure.
"Quick...quick...take it out!"
Her loud cries sounded like a baby's; she was less shrewd and
capable than a typical peasant woman, let alone possessing the queen's usual shrewdness.
"This...it's up to Your Majesty to do it yourself!" Catherine cruelly chuckled. "Too much restraint
isn't good for your health."
(It'll feel so good to pull it out now...)
Shaking her hips like a bitch, Queen Catherine's instinctive urge made her want to give up, but a
voice echoed in her mind: (No! You can't! You are the Queen of the Griffin Empire! You are the most chaste angel!)
Seeing Queen Catherine's resolute expression, without the slightest displeasure, Catherine became even more excited: "Very stubborn
, then let's help Your Majesty a little longer!"
A surge of spiritual fire ignited in his eye sockets as he manipulated the shinbone that had penetrated Queen Catherine's flesh, thrusting violently!
"It hurts...it feels so good, I'm going crazy..."
The intense stimulation, acting from both ends through a membrane, forced Queen Catherine to clench her anal sphincter with sheer willpower
...
"Glug...glug...glug!"
A foul odor began to fill the air. Distracted by the pleasure of intercourse, Queen Catherine was gradually driven to
the brink of collapse by the perverse stimulation from both inside and out.
The faces around her blurred, and a paste-like brown excrement mixed with glistening bone fragments
gushed from her beautiful, flawless body!
Her shameful body twisted and convulsed, and Queen Catherine actually reached
the pinnacle of sensuality in that most filthy and shameful moment!
The Bone King, Catherine, counted the brownish grime clinging to the protruding finger bones; it seemed two phalanges remained
inside…
“Your turn, you rotten flesh!” Catherine bared her fangs at the Green Corpse King, Stank. Stank immediately stood up
, lifted Queen Catherine’s right leg, and rubbed his granulated, veiny penis against her thick labia before
thrusting it into her overflowing, lustful orifice. The ugly body writhed wantonly on the queen.
Stank, behind Catherine, deliberately didn’t remove the queen’s magnificent dress, symbolically defiling her holy and noble
status.
“Is it good to be fucked by a skeleton?”
Queen Catherine frowned, enduring the humiliation of the thick penis, but the annoying
moans escaping her nose betrayed her sacred soul.
Stronker gripped Queen Catherine's slender, swan-like neck, the pain of oxygen deprivation causing her vaginal canal
to contract rapidly, gripping his penis from all sides, sucking intensely—the ecstasy was indescribable.
He increased the pressure in his hands, thrusting wildly and relentlessly.
As Queen Catherine gradually lost consciousness, she least wanted the lewd beast to discover her burgeoning lust…
Compared to Rod Hart's enormous penis, Stanker's transformed phallus was practically a torture device!
The engorgement caused by the "corpse swelling" teased her normally untouched sensitive vaginal flesh, the tingling sensation
almost bringing Queen Catherine to tears. The emptiness within her was only slightly
relieved by the extremely filthy phallus.
The ironic frustration made the strong queen even more miserable. Concealing her lust was her last
line of defense for maintaining her self-respect, but Queen Catherine's round buttocks kept writhing in response to the phallus, her posture so obscene it
could no longer be concealed.
However, oblivious to the changes occurring in the queen's body, Stanker's excitement was no less than
the pleasure his narrow passage brought to his phallus.
Undoubtedly, Queen Catherine possessed a masochistic streak…
Her body, honed by years of warfare, was strong and athletic, unlike those female corpses who were
cheap toys, easily broken at the slightest touch. More importantly, her sensitive flesh even produced an abnormal pleasure from painful torture . As for Queen Catherine's stubborn resistance, it was merely 　　a minor interlude before her eventual surrender
to the obstinate Stronk , making it all the more intriguing. 　　"Rhodes, save me!" Faced with intense humiliation and an instinctively wicked pleasure, the ever-strong 　　Queen Catherine finally broke down completely… 　　Looking at the queen crying like a baby, Stronk said fiercely, "Hehehe, as you wish, Rhodes, 　　let's do it together!" 　　A familiar face appeared before Queen Catherine's eyes. When Queen Catherine's gaze shifted to Rod 　　Hart's bulging lower body, her smile froze. 　　The purplish-blue penis was quite substantial, standing erect at an exaggerated angle before Queen Catherine. 　　—Is this a dream? 　　Under the mental blow, Queen Catherine was like a deflated balloon. 　　Rod Hart exposed his penis, the foul-smelling glans slapping against Queen Catherine's nose. Although he wanted to 　　enjoy the Queen's oral service, he suppressed his lustful thoughts. He knew that the Queen was 　　filled with hatred for him at this moment. If he forced penetration, although the undead's penis could be reattached even if it was bitten off, it would definitely become 　　a source of amusement for Stronk and his gang in the future. After Ednie burned it last time, they often used 　　charcoal sticks to tease his penis! 　　Rod Hart's gaze was focused on the cleft between the plump mounds of flesh, and he mercilessly inserted it into her anus. 　　Without any lubrication, the excruciating pain felt like tearing her body apart. With rhythmic thrusting, the gushing 　　crimson blood reduced friction, and the sex toy moving inside the anus quickly found the two remaining finger bones, 　　rotating them together in the rectum. The intermittent, excretory sensation was like diarrhea; the fingers were relentlessly pushed deeper, 　　the numbing sensation gradually extending until even the sphincter muscles began to spasm. 　　Stanker and Rod Hart, the two lewd beasts, sandwiched the beautiful flesh like a sandwich, 　　relentlessly venting their desires on the woman's opening. 　　"Hey, skeleton, lend me one!" Stanker skillfully pried the wrist bone off Catherine's arm and inserted it into 　　Queen Catherine's throbbing, sensual red lips, which were struggling like a dehydrated fish! 　　Completely intoxicated by sensual pleasure, one could temporarily forget their hellish situation. Queen Catherine 　　closed her eyes, licking the bone; the bone, glistening with clear saliva, shimmered within her sensual red lips. 　　Pain and pleasure simultaneously filled the three orifices. The amplified effect of the sex toys, straining against each other through a thin membrane 　　, and the fingers constantly kneading the swollen clitoris, left Queen Catherine, blocked from both ends, 　　without even a moment to groan. 　　Ironically and perversely, the more pain Queen Catherine felt, the more intense the pleasure became. All 　　the pleasure she had previously endured and resisted surged forth like a dam collapsing, a tidal wave of overwhelming joy instantly engulfing 　　everything again. 　　... 　　Although Rod Hart's lower body remained erect, a look of weariness appeared on his handsome face, while Stanker, lying beside him 　　, was already asleep, emitting loud and unpleasant snores. Only the White Demon King Catherine, unable to ejaculate, 　　was energetically playing with the alluring female body. 　　The smooth skin displayed a vibrant color, the beautiful genitals a deep, blood-red hue, and the beauty 　　writhed slowly like a mollusk. 　　The portal to the underworld flickered, and Prince Degar, who had just hurriedly departed, reappeared, carrying a 　　woman's body—the unconscious Madam Ruby, Queen Catherine's head guard. 　　Male vampires, lacking warm blood, cannot achieve a normal erection! 　　Before each act of intercourse, they must consume large amounts of warm blood to temporarily regain erection, which is 　　the primary reason for their thirst for blood! 　　Having witnessed the White Vampire King Catherine, Stanker, and Rod Hart's sexual abuse of Queen Catherine, Degar, who 　　hadn't tasted blood all day, felt an unbearable hunger fueled by surging desire burning through his nerves. 　　Prince Degar unfastened his tight hunting trousers, revealing his manhood. His pale penis, though possessing an 　　awe-inspiring size, hung limply like a child's. Compared to his intense lust, his phallus was surprisingly 　　the least threatening part of this seventh-tier vampire's body. 　　He had to straighten his back and rely on support to barely raise his penis. But the fact that 　　it immediately went limp again after the fingers left its base was bizarre! 　　Queen Catherine breathed a slight sigh of relief; finally, this lewd journey could end. This vampire was 　　a complete waste! 　　However, Prince Degar waved his hand, and the limp head guard, Ruby, rose into the air, spreading her limbs. 　　Prince Degar grabbed Ruby's soft neck, his long, bright red tongue licking her cheek. Suddenly, a thin, long wound appeared on her alabaster neck 　　, gushing out a string of blood beads. Degar extended his tongue and sucked the blood into his mouth, his pale face 　　slowly regaining color. 　　"I'll use the blood that nourished you to teach you how to be a woman! My queen, are you ready?" 　　Prince Degar let out a low laugh.

It was as if a lewd beast was slowly crawling onto his pale body. His dying penis, surprisingly, began to stir,
a few drops of clear fluid oozing from its urethral opening.
In moments, it stood erect at an exaggerated angle before Catherine. The sight of the engorged penis before her was completely unrecognizable to her earlier impression.
(He! Was erect!)
Overwhelmed by disappointment, Catherine deflated like a punctured balloon. "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Vlad 　　Zebes de Gar,
Count of Tergovishte Castle in the Duchy of Varakia, pays his respects!" Prince de Gar, with the air of a gentleman, announced 　　a string of his usurped noble titles from the Griffin Empire to Queen Catherine. He was completely naked, yet his demeanor was as natural and dignified as if he were wearing a neat suit. 　　His engorged penis, swollen from consuming the blood of the Queen's wet nurse Ruby, was 　　unimaginably large, its surface covered not only with worm-like veins but also with strange, 　　uneven granules, a chilling sight. 　　Prince de Gar smiled, then suddenly opened his mouth, revealing scimitar-like fangs, and bit through Ruby's 　　neck, devouring her blood as he pressed Queen Catherine beneath him, his penis like an iron rod tearing 　　open her honeyed orifice. 　　Passing through the plump labia, the vampire's penis, though colder than a human's, was far warmer than 　　the bones of a skeleton or the whip of a zombie. That long-lost warmth of a mature woman made Queen Catherine 　　tremble involuntarily. But remembering that it was the warmth of Ruby's life-giving blood 　　, the blood of her wet nurse who had nurtured and cared for her since childhood, tears streamed down her face. 　　Ruby, like a hen caught in a wolf's jaws, hung limply between Prince Degar's teeth, her neck bent. 　　When Prince Degar released his teeth, Ruby fell to the ground like a drained sack of flesh, revealing the pale teeth in her neck. 　　"Delicious blood," Prince Degar roared, his long, blood-red tongue curling up. 　　He suddenly embraced Catherine and kissed her lips urgently. The moment the saliva entered his mouth, Degar 　　trembled with excitement: "What a sweet taste... My Queen, you have an angelic aura 　　..." 　　Queen Catherine struggled desperately, but her weak body couldn't muster any strength. A vampire-like, serpentine 　　tongue licked and sucked at the corners of her lips, even probing them, teasing her wantonly. Catherine clenched her teeth, 　　sobbing silently. 　　After a long while, Prince Degar released her lips. Queen Catherine's torn clothes were crumpled open, revealing her snow- 　　white breasts. She covered her chest with one hand and her face with the other, weeping uncontrollably. 　　Admiring Queen Catherine's beautiful body lying on the animal bones, her vibrant white skin and soft curves, 　　she was captivating at any time. 　　Spreading her full thighs apart, the Queen's secret area was fully exposed. 　　"Bastards! You've all made the Queen's beautiful flesh engorged!" Prince Degar complained. 　　But when he lifted his legs and saw a bloodied finger bone protruding slightly from Catherine's anus 　　, the thirst for blood would make even the most elegant vampire lose his composure. Prince Degar calmed down, prostrated himself 　　behind Queen Catherine's buttocks, and said in a coaxing tone, "You wretched skeleton, did you hurt our Queen 　　? Don't cry..." 　　"Bloodball, hurry up and do it!" White Ghost King Catherine also called out Prince Degar's nickname, "Once 　　the blood you suck gets cold, you won't be able to insert it!" "Skeleton, you uncouth fellow, do you think the noble Degar would treat 　　my Queen so 　　rudely ?" Prince Degar shrugged at Catherine. 　　"Enough! Degar, stop whining like a human nobleman!" 　　Sandru, who had been hiding in the shadows, finally couldn't hold back any longer and stepped forward. "Catherine, my patience has its limits! Tell me, 　　where is that child?" 　　Catherine turned her head away. No mother would sell her child! 　　"Perhaps we can make a deal, your child for the other two? One to two!" Sandru 　　grinned maliciously and waved his hand… 　　A magical screen called "Peeping" appeared on the side where Catherine had turned her head. On the screen, a beautiful 　　red-haired woman was kneeling on the ground, serving a man—no, a boy's—penis with her mouth. That Catherine 　　was someone Misa knew all too well. 　　The beloved son of Queen Catherine and King Roland—Prince Nicholas Allenfast of Enroth. 　　"Auntie, your mouth… is so… powerful… I… am about to cum!" 　　Nicholas sat in a chair, his hands bound behind his back, even his waist tightly tied. His delicate face 　　contorted, his erect penis heaving, the pleasure from oral sex causing him to tremble uncontrollably. 　　Catherine's body also trembled involuntarily. She was shocked not only by her beloved son becoming 　　a prisoner of the dead, but also by the name Nikolai had used—Aunt! 　　A beautiful face peeked from between Nikolai's parted legs—this woman was indeed Catherine's cousin, 　　Countess Lucretia! The Griffin family's signature red hair, azure eyes, snow-white 　　skin, and vibrant red lips. 　　"No!" Catherine blushed, her expression a complex mix of shock and surprise! 　　Lucretia on the magical screen chuckled softly, saying seductively, "No need to hold back, just shoot as much as you can into 　　Aunt's mouth." 　　Nikolai's shyness was masked by a burning desire for sex. Under her nephew's passionate actions, Lucretia 　　's face flushed, and a few drops of clear, milky-white fluid, a testament to her young nephew's desire, clung to the corners of her mouth 　　. Already stunningly beautiful, Lucretia became even more alluring, like a witch. 　　Lucretia's fingers skillfully caressed Nikolai's testicles, then she swallowed his penis 　　whole. What had been a delicate licking of the glans was now exaggeratedly encompassed by her sucking the entire immature shaft. 　　"How are you going to deal with Nikolai? He's just a child! Please, spare him!" Catherine 　　screamed frantically at the magic screen. 　　"A child? Look at how hard he is to be a child! At most, his stamina is what makes him 　　a child."

Just as Sandru had predicted, Nikolai, unable to contain the surging pleasure within him, immediately ejaculated a large amount of semen
onto Lucretia's beautiful face. Lucretia smiled, licking the semen off her face, her hands continuing to caress
her nephew's slightly softened penis.
"The human body is truly enviable, both in terms of concentration and quantity."
Sandru, who had failed repeatedly in his experiments to create new life, expressed envy for the first time regarding humanity's powerful reproductive ability!
The smile on Sandru's face was extremely eerie, and Catherine almost dared not guess the evil
plans in the Lich King's mind. However, after witnessing Sandru's incredibly cruel methods during this period, Catherine had a feeling that something even more
terrifying was about to happen.
Sandru silently recited a spell, and the magical screen began to expand, forming an oval-shaped
portal with ripples. The light waves on the portal began to tremble slowly, and a beautiful woman with a seductive aura pushed a chair, on which
a boy with a penis swollen to the point of bursting was bound. A scene identical to the one on the magic screen unfolded before his eyes,
instantly merging the two spaces of aunt and nephew, mother and demon.
Nikolai, nearly driven mad by the itching, suddenly stopped struggling, unable to believe that his noble, elegant, and beautiful
mother was engaging in animalistic, lewd sexual intercourse before his very eyes. His mother, Catherine, was a chaste and elegant goddess in his heart.
Now, witnessing this naked reality, Nikolai's eyes widened, but contrary to his inner sorrow,
his erection grew even stronger.
"Mom...Mom..."
The son's weak cries did not awaken the numb Catherine! His own child witnessing his lewdness
, the cruel reality leaving her mind blank for a moment.
"Nikolai, don't look, please, don't look at your mother's shameful state," Catherine murmured in her sleep.
"Well, Catherine, if you tell me where that child is, I'll let him go!" Sandru
said smugly. "Don't you care about your Nikolai anymore?"
Looking at Catherine, who was biting her lip, Sandru felt he just needed to add another fuel to the fire!
He stretched out his withered hand and pushed Nikolai in front of Catherine. Catherine could feel her son's hot breath
directly on her genitals, being seen naked by her son at close range.
While Catherine screamed hysterically, Nikolai, whose head was gripped tightly by Sandru, didn't utter a
word, his eyes bloodshot, breathing heavily.
Seeing that Catherine hadn't given in, Sandru decided to raise the stakes.
"I can even give you back your husband as a spared gift! Just tell me where that child is,
and I'll reunite your family!" Sandru demanded.
"Even if you reunite our family, we'll be nothing more than puppets in your hands,
no different from the walking corpses you enslave. But my other child is free; you'll never
have him! Never hurt him!" As the ruler of a nation, even without maternal instinct, Catherine knew
she couldn't entrust her child to Sandru!
"Hmph!" Sandru snorted coldly, enraged. "Degar, it's your turn! It seems our Queen
and the little prince have a very distant relationship. You set an example first, then let them have a proper
chat!"
"My King! I'm eagerly ready to charge!!" Prince Degar elegantly snapped his
fingers.
Lucretia crawled over, sprawling on the ground, moaning lasciviously. Like a bitch, she
writhed, the naked beauty slowly rising from the darkness to Catherine's feet, her full breasts
swaying gently on the floor…
"Sister!" a seductive voice rang out beneath Catherine, nimble hands caressing her pink
genitals.
"No! Lucretia! What are you doing? Are you crazy?" Catherine cried out in fear.
Prince Degar grabbed Lucretia's red hair and pulled it upwards. She opened her mouth, licking the blood from her lips with undisguised
passion. On her beautiful lips, two pairs of sharp teeth were slowly shortening.
"She is now my blood servant bride!" Prince Degar released Lucretia's hair, gently stroking
Catherine's full breasts, which were protruding from her disheveled clothes. His fingers tugged at her erect nipples,
playing with them with obvious affection.
Clearly, Countess Lucretia had been transformed into a vampire by Prince Degar!
Vampires are a peculiar race; their reproduction is accomplished through mating and a blood kiss! If a vampire
shares a drop of their blood with a human during mating, that human becomes
a member of the vampire race—this ritual is called "Blood Kiss"! After the ritual, the two address each other as bride/groom
.
However, they are very particular about seniority. Prince Degar is a second-generation vampire, while
Countess Lucretia, no matter how noble her former status, is not even a fifth-tier vampire
; she is an even lower being—a vampire servant!
Lower-ranking vampires feed on the blood of animals and humans, while higher-ranking vampires, of extremely noble status,
keep similar members as food sources—blood servants.
These vampires, considered food, are the lowest level of slaves, devoid of dignity, freedom,
and even personal will; everything they do is guided by their masters' commands.
Clearly, Prince Degar wasn't very interested in Countess Lucretia. Although he had given her blood
, he hadn't bestowed upon her a soul!
Therefore, Lucretia didn't answer her sister Catherine's question. Her red lips enveloped Catherine's genitals, and she began
to suck intently.
Catherine's small anus, recently lacerated by Rod Hart's black gun, was exposed, the blood-stained mucous membrane
making a squelching sound as Lucretia licked it.
It was likely the pain of irritating the wound, but because vampire saliva contained a powerful anesthetic,
Catherine instead arched her back, her thighs trembling.
Lucretia curled her tongue with all her might, sucking greedily. It was human blood,
her most precious food.
"Lucretia! No! Wake up! You can't do this! Wake up and help your sister!"
Queen Catherine looked helplessly at her cousin. But her once most beloved cousin was now kneeling on the ground, trembling
like a slave, kneeling behind her buttocks, greedily sucking her most filthy excretory organ—her anus.
"Your Majesty, you are so beautiful. I have never seen a woman as beautiful as you, both pure and
wanton, and your body is so beautiful! How could I bear to refuse your request!"
Prince Degar's reverent tone sounded like he was chanting a hymn, but his actions were so lewd and shameless.
He laughed as he climbed onto the bone throne, placing the terrified female body beneath him: "Lucretia, resurrect
! Her Majesty the Queen says she wants your help. Come, come."
Lucretia's eyes flickered slightly, as if she had regained some of her senses. Behind Queen Catherine's anus
, she said fervently, "Sister, let's be good sisters and serve our master together."
Catherine was shocked to find that Lucretia's voice lacked its usual dignified and virtuous tone; her confused words were filled with
respect and adoration for Prince Degar, and her sweet tone held only a strange desire.
Her most beloved sister—Lucretia—had become a vampire, no, a vampire's
servant. The sudden shock left Queen Catherine dizzy; even with her resolute character
, she had no idea how to react. However, the two vampires' lustful fingers and tongues showed no
sign of stopping.
"No, let her go!" Queen Catherine cried out anxiously, "You...you deadbeats!"
"That doesn't sound like something a woman who enjoys being played with by 'deadbeats' would say!" Prince Degar probed into the
private bushes, easily parting the well-developed labia minora and touching the soft, tender vaginal opening.
It was warm and moist, filled with honey-like love juice. His glans pressed against it, almost effortlessly
penetrating the soft center of her flower. The wet opening immediately wrapped around him, pulsating sensitively.
Prince Degar lowered his waist slightly, bracing himself on the table with one hand, and thrust forward sharply.
The throbbing honey pot was instantly filled, and the intense pleasure burst through Queen Catherine's tightly closed teeth:
"Ahhh...so full...uh..."
Feeling the heat from Ruby gradually cooling in his lower body, there was no need to stop.
Prince Degar Lucrethiar began to shake his body rapidly. The penis began to violently pound against the honey-scented mucous membrane.
Queen Catherine's long legs instinctively tightened, hooking behind Prince Degar, her hips
arching uncontrollably upwards with his thrusting.
Prince Degar felt as if the mucous membrane around the penis had suddenly thickened, tightly wrapping around it.
The soft cervix pressed against the glans trembled, and her vagina spasmed, releasing
a large amount of vaginal fluid.
Catherine gasped, her eyes becoming hazy.
Her body, already sensitive from the teasing of the White Ghost King Catherine, the Green Ghost King Stanker, and the Black Ghost King Rod Hart, finally
reached orgasm easily under the Red Ghost King Degar's penis.
Prince Degar gave her no time to rest. His penis, deeply buried inside her, finished enjoying
the tightness brought by her orgasm. He pressed his hands against her firm breasts, one kneading, the other pinching her nipples.
Due to the pressure from the front, Catherine's opened anus closed again under the force. Deprived
of her tempting prey, Lucretia pressed her face against Prince Degar's buttocks, extending her pink, glistening tongue
.
The warm, moist touch from her anus stimulated his glands, and Prince Degar exhaled with pleasure.
His hips moved back and forth between Lucretia's mouth and Catherine's vulva, thrusting forward against his beloved
woman's tender opening and enjoying the vampire slave's soft
, slippery tongue. While servicing Prince Degar with her tongue, Lucretia reached out and smeared the love fluid flowing from between Catherine's thighs around her anus with her delicate fingertips
, then inserted her fingers inside.
The foreign object was reinserted into her anus, and Catherine instinctively tightened her lower body muscles. The resulting friction against
the penis caused her tender flesh to rub against it, sending sparks of intense pleasure through her. Her anus gripped Lucretia
's fingers tightly, and she climaxed again.
"No...no...sister...sister's going to break...waaaah..." Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure and
the humiliation of being with her loved one, she began to cry, a seductive expression spreading across Catherine's beautiful face.
Lucretia quickly increased the number of fingers to two, stirring the delicate intestinal walls from opposite directions
.
Just a few minutes had passed when Prince Degar began to feel his penis
shrinking inside Catherine's body…
(Damn it! That old nun Ruby is too old; her blood lacks the passion of youth, and she's already
lost her heat! But Catherine's fire has only just been ignited! If it ends like this, she'll become
a laughingstock among those skeletons and rotting flesh!)
Watching Queen Catherine writhe like a bitch with her eyes closed beneath him, Prince Degar bared his fangs and
lifted Lucretia from beneath him!
Before the astonishment on Lucretia's face had faded, Prince Degar had already grabbed her delicate neck and extended his
gleaming fangs to bite into her fair skin.
The Countess dared not move, allowing her master to suck her blood. Every drop of vampire blood was
precious; their strength, abilities, appearance, body, and spirit all depended on blood.
Lower-ranking fifth-tier vampires often feed on the blood of their prey, while noble seventh-tier vampire
princes keep lower-ranking vampires as a food source.
Vampires, guided by aristocratic principles, adhere to the fundamental order of aristocratic society—hierarchical status
: lower-ranking vampires have no dignity, no freedom, and are not even allowed personal will before high-ranking vampire princes
; everything is guided by the orders of their superiors. Moreover, Lucretia isn't even a vampire in the traditional sense,
but rather a vampire servant.
Lucretia felt her body growing weaker and weaker. Blood flowed continuously from her wounds, even from her lower body.
Her body grew dry, as if sinking into an icy pool, sensation fading away. She weakly released her grip, her eyes slowly closing.
The bluish veins on Prince Degar's angular face throbbed incessantly; soon, he quickly
regained his erection. Lucretia's youthful, surging blood gave him ample time to continue toying with Catherine.
But Prince Degar understood that Countess Lucretia still had use for King Sandru, so he couldn't
discard her like scraps! He gently bit his tongue, then licked
the wound on Lucretia's neck. His blood-tinged saliva not only healed but also carried
the meaning of a 'blood kiss,' allowing the completely controlled Lucretia to advance from a vampire servant
to a fifth-tier vampire with her own will! Soon, Lucretia's wound gradually contracted until it was completely healed.
But her bloodless body lay quietly on the ground, desperately needing the blood of a living being to replenish it.
Lucretia struggled to her feet. Her hair was disheveled, and although her pale body showed no signs of injury,
she appeared as weak as a dying wounded soldier. With a beast-like gaze, she surveyed the hall, realizing that
Prince Nicholas was the only one who could become her prey!
Weak and frail, she only managed a few steps towards Prince Nicholas before Rod Hart
kicked her hard in the rear. Clearly, Prince Nicholas still held a place in King Sandru's future plans!
After a moment's thought, outside the Magic Mirror, in the Cloud City, only the Queen's guards remained. And at the Bone
Throne, the only place that could offer 'food' was...
She stumbled and crawled to the dungeon, where the only two humans in the Underworld were imprisoned—King Roland and
Princess Isabella.
Watching the pale and naked Lucretia crawl into the cell, Roland's clothes were soaked with cold sweat.
He had no idea what kind of treatment he would receive—would it be like when he helped Sandru
extract his memories using the Soul-Stealing Technique during their first reunion? Just like last time, he was inexplicably whipped again! No matter
how Roland speculated, he never expected to become vampire food…
Feeling incredibly weak, Lucretia examined the two options in the dungeon. The listless
Princess Isabel clearly couldn't satisfy her appetite, and Roland, a man! He was a good choice! But
seven years of imprisonment had tormented him to the point of near death; his blood must have become dull and bitter,
so it needed processing before consumption!
Lucretia touched her earring and took out a small black insect from the gemstone's lining! This was
a fly from the Bull Kingdom, an essential pleasure item for every human noble, capable of quickly igniting human desire!
She forced a fly into Roland's mouth, then flipped him over and straddled his tightly bound waist.
Countess Lucretia's naked lower body was immediately exposed. Her pubic hair, like her hair, was a beautiful
red. Her mons pubis was extremely soft, round, and swollen. Her vulva, which had been slightly purplish from indulgence, had lost its vibrant color
due to the lack of blood, becoming translucent like semi-transparent crystal.
The scent of her female genitalia fueled Roland's desire even more! Even before, his sister-in-law Lucretia's
beautiful body was enough to make every man in the capital's heart flutter. Usually, a single glance from her haughty gaze
would make Roland, presumably as her brother-in-law, awkwardly turn his eyes away. But now! Could he still refuse?
Did he still have the ability to refuse?
Lucretia quickly unzipped Roland's trousers and mounted him. Her cold, moist vagina,
like a soft, snowy cave, gripped Roland's already erect penis tightly. The cool, slippery, and elastic sensation
stretched from the glans to the shaft, incredibly smooth with each thrust.
Roland's face flushed, his eyes became hazy, and he thrust forcefully in sync with her.
Lucretia glanced at the several bloody gashes on Roland's wrists caused by his struggles. Her blood was almost
completely drained, and an unbearable thirst burned through her nerves like fire.
Ignoring Roland's struggles, she extended her long, Lucretia tongue, grabbed the bloody gashes on his tightly bound wrists
, and took the opportunity to lick the blood into her mouth.
As the blood flowed rapidly from the wounds on his wrists to Lucretia, Roland realized he was about
to be sucked dry!
Blood trickled down her chest through the gaps between her fangs, and because Lucretia was straddling Roland with
her knees spread and her body thrusting, her two glistening white breasts bounced up and down, rippling with
waves of light.
Roland, his consciousness fading, suddenly looked up and bit down hard on one of the bouncing white breasts!
Countess Lucretia arched her delicate neck, her small mouth still tightly gripping her wrist, letting out a muffled cry of pain. Her two
large breasts tightened in pain, the nipples erect.
Thus, Roland's blood flowed from his wrist into the mouth of Lucretia, now a fifth-order vampire, and Lucretia
's blood returned to Roland's body through his breasts, combined with their thrusting lower bodies! Unbeknownst to them, the two
had completed the three basic elements of the vampire "Blood Kiss" ritual!
Blood swirls within King Roland's body, beginning to stain his blue eyes crimson.
The veins on his forehead appear and disappear intermittently, as if his body is enduring immense pain.
Princess Isabel, who had been hiding nearby, seized the opportunity and pounced, knocking
Lucretia, who was straddling Roland, flying. Perhaps because her head struck the wall, or perhaps because
Roland hadn't absorbed much blood before it was returned to her, Lucretia immediately fell unconscious!
"What's wrong? Father!" Princess Isabel, her body also tightly bound,
crawled to Roland's side, asking with concern.
"Bite my hand open..." Roland weakly reached his hand to Princess Isabel's mouth;
Lucretia's fangs had worn down the ropes considerably while sucking blood from the wound on his wrist! Princess Isabelle opened her mouth to tear at the nearly broken ropes, while Roland's hands were cold, absorbing 　　her warmth
like ice . 　　After untying each other, the two stretched their newly freed limbs. They had barely taken a few steps out of the dungeon 　　when a skeleton stood swaying at the crossroads—it was Katherine, the Bone King, Sandro's trusted lieutenant.

"King Roland, Princess Isabella, His Majesty requests your presence! And Queen Catherine also wishes to see you!"
Forced to the throne of bones by Catherine, Roland and Princess Isabella witnessed a most heartbreaking scene!
The tightly bound Prince Nicholas was pushed before Queen Catherine, his hot breath directly hitting
her face, mother and son admiring each other's most naked side at close range. Despite his mother's faint sobs, Nicholas
remained silent, his eyes bloodshot, emitting heavy breathing. His instinctively erect
penis was already pressed against his mother Catherine's private parts.
It seemed Sandru was preparing to coerce Queen Catherine with a scene of mother-son incest!
Seeing their father and daughter being pushed in, the mother and son turned their heads away in shame.
Catherine wept, "Isabel, come to your mother, I have something to say to you!" She then
looked at Sandru with pleading eyes!
"Your Majesty, I'll grant your request if you hand over your child with Rod Hart!"
Sandru nodded in agreement.
(Your child with Rod Hart!!!) Sandru's unintentional words sent Roland's blood rushing to
his head, but he was already unable to control his thoughts! Isabel, as instructed, went to Catherine's
side. She hugged her mother, unsure of what to say.
In their tragic situation, mother and daughter seemed speechless. Catherine buried her head in Isabel's chest,
sobbing and choking back painful sobs: "Isabel, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! From now on, you
must live well! Take care of your brother..."
"No!" Sandru realized something was wrong and rushed forward...
Catherine resolutely lifted her head from Isabel's chest, her mouth still holding Isabel's jeweled
necklace, and bit down hard!
Golden, totem-like runes immediately appeared on her body—
the Nirvana Angel Necklace, another treasure left by Emperor Griffin to protect his descendants' bloodline!
Emperor Griffin devoted the entire nation's resources to the Goddess of Light, and blessed by her, his direct descendants possessed
the ability to temporarily transform into angels. The well-known Angel Set allows the user to temporarily gain
the power of an eighth-tier archangel! The other, more secretive, Nirvana Angel Necklace allows the user to
gain the power of a ninth-tier seraph by burning their life force, until their life is completely consumed!
Due to the side effects of burning life force, this necklace, never used, remained unknown.
Only now, driven to desperation, did Catherine remember that because it conflicted with the Angel Necklace in the Angel Set
, she had stored the Nirvana Angel Necklace on the Imperial Crown Princess Isabella
. Therefore, she could now choose to burn her own life force to save her family!
The necklace emitted a hazy yet dazzling golden light, spreading from her mouth and enveloping her entire body. Then,
a hazy white light emerged, covering her naked torso and limbs, transforming into a
white humanoid figure with outstretched wings and arms.
Queen Catherine, suspended in the air, regained her calm and serene expression; not a single wound could be found on her ravaged flesh
. From her back stretched a pair of enormous white wings, the symbol of a holy angel. However,
at the base of these pure white wings, there seemed to be a blemish—several exquisitely bright crimson feathers surpassed all
pure white—a Seraphim, a ninth-tier human being!
Her long eyelashes fluttered open her pale eyes, revealing a burning rage within!
The pressure of this ninth-tier holy being terrified all the undead on the Bone Throne. Even
the Lich King Sandru, also a ninth-tier king, was initially only a fifth-tier lich, and thus also felt some of the pressure!
Faced with such overwhelming power, direct resistance was clearly irrational. Sandru raised his hands, and
the air before him seemed to be suddenly cleaved open by a black crack! A
roar that seemed to send shivers down one's spine was heard, and a large, ugly claw emerged from the crack! Its knuckles were grotesque, the flesh
already rotten to the bone! The claw even had metal gauntlets, though they were mottled and rusted!
Then, a terrifyingly powerful figure emerged from the crack, its massive form
shrouded in a gently swaying black robe. Its terrifyingly purplish-black pupils stared at
Catherine, who was floating in mid-air. Expressionless, it raised its enormous scythe and swung it down forcefully, uttering in a shrill voice:
"Hehehe, angel! Die!"
This was the eighth-tier summon of the undead race—the Wraith.
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Death is the embodiment of death; no one can withstand their chilling touch and survive.
The souls of any enemy creature that attempts to oppose these undead warriors will be drained.
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As the most powerful summon of the undead, Death possesses a special talent, "Harm Touch"
: an active skill that, when used on an enemy unit within its movement range, has a chance to instantly
kill one creature and remove any positive magical status effects from the target.
These extremely terrifying creatures usually reside in the Hall of Desolation,
guarding the most precious phylum to Sandru, but now, he can't care less. He summons all the Deaths at once, hoping to overwhelm the ninth-rank Seraph Catherine with sheer numbers 　　and kill her with a single blow
using "Harm Touch"! 　　Several Deaths, their bodies engulfed in blazing black flames, approach in a surrounding formation! This black aura 　　erupted, and anything within the throne that came near him—the decaying bones, the exquisitely decorated 　　armor—instantly burst into flames upon contact with it, turning to black 　　ash in an instant! 　　Beneath the black cloak, two black eye sockets emitted two balls of green will-o'-the-wisp, and in his hand wielded 　　a gigantic scythe longer than his entire body, wreathed in raging black flames! 　　Facing the approaching Grim Reaper, Catherine raised a radiant angelic judgment sword, and casually...

She swung her scythe, then passed through the encirclement of Death Gods, leaving the few who tried to block her way
stunned in mid-air.
The Death Gods in their black robes stared at their scythes, which suddenly snapped in two and fell to the ground. They
looked down at themselves, each bearing crisscrossing sword wounds—first a single black line, then expanding and splitting.
Sandru looked on in disbelief as the Death Gods tried to conceal their wounds, but! Black
corpse energy surged from between their fingers.
In an instant, the Death Gods were torn to pieces, vanishing into black smoke.
An eighth-tier summoned Death God, facing a ninth-tier Seraph, was instantly killed!
"Roland! Take the children and run!" Catherine shouted angrily as her light dimmed slightly,
charging towards Sandru...
Sandru, quick-witted, flashed behind his subordinate Orson. As a zombie at its
peak—a powerful, abomination-level hero—he loved to tear apart his enemies, then select
the strongest parts from them and sew them onto his own body, thus grafting and devouring the opponent's power! Arms, thighs, pectoral
muscles, even phalluses—he accepted them all. The only part he hated most was a conscious head; hence,
"Anything above the neck is useless" was his motto!
Therefore, lacking in leadership charisma and authority, Orson quickly realized he wasn't suited to lead
an army with independent thinking. To avoid the embarrassment of his orders being questioned or ignored,
Orson relinquished the leadership of the zombies to the Blue Ghost King, Stanker.
With four arms, twelve pectoral muscles, and seven erect penises, Orson, resembling a writhing white
mountain of flesh, was used by Sandru as a shield. However, he shrank back, his head and limbs retracting
into the massive ball of flesh, charging fearlessly towards Catherine like a meat egg!
This was partly due to his unique talent, "Meat Truck": allowing him to charge and ram into opponents, using all his muscles
to absorb damage until the muscles atrophied into skin! Secondly, it was also due to his 'brainless' personality!
Orson was like a rampaging meatball, the storm he created carving a deep trench in the ground, his imposing presence overwhelming
. Even a mountain would be crushed in his path!
Unexpectedly, Catherine didn't slash at Orson with the radiant Angelic Judgment Sword. Instead,
she kicked him, her slender foot sinking deep into Orson's flabby flesh. The flesh rippled like waves, absorbing
the terrifying power of the ninth-order Seraph like a sponge.
"Get lost!" Catherine roared, sending Orson flying. He slammed against the wall, his once
mountain of flesh now noticeably thinner, his physique resembling that of a fat man, and he no longer looked so deformed.
During the brief standoff, Sandru, facing the seemingly unstoppable Catherine, continued his escape!
Catherine glanced at Sandru, who had already reached the pillar at the entrance of the Hall of Bones, and took a breath
. She glanced sideways, a sense of foreboding creeping over her. She had clearly told Roland to lead them away, but the three of them remained rooted to the spot,
and Isabel was even clapping her hands, watching her display her power! Looking at Sandru in the distance, Catherine hesitated
for a moment, then turned and ran towards the two children, pulling them along as they headed towards the Magic Mirror…
"Stop her!" Sandru jumped out from behind the pillar, ordering his men to intercept Catherine. From the moment Catherine's
sword slashed at Death God, her light dimmed only slightly, to her telling Roland to take the children and leave first, then kicking Orson
to preserve the last vestiges of her sword's power, and finally her current escape, how could he not suspect that Catherine's ninth-tier Seraph
transformation ability was only temporary!
At this moment, Catherine and the children had already reached the Magic Mirror, and it seemed that with a leap, she would pass through the portal back
to Cloud City! Sandru, far away, waved his hand, terminating the "Portal" spell he had personally set up. The Magic Mirror returned
to its solid state, shattered by Catherine's impact!
Looking at the shards of glass scattered on the ground, Catherine was filled with despair. From her capture and torture until now, her
spirit and energy had reached their weakest point. The Nirvana Angel, which cost her life, had a very short duration,
and coupled with her despair, even the last vestige of will that had sustained her through the battle was extinguished…
With her final attachment to her child, Catherine suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light…
The light flashed, and Sandru pounced. Grabbing the now limp Catherine, he roared, “Child
! Where is the child? Tell me, where did the child go!”
As a master of necromancy, Sandru could feel that the flesh in his hands was devoid of any life
, even the soul had been annihilated; it was merely a beautiful piece of dead flesh!
Despair filled his heart; the last hope of defeating Alama had vanished before his eyes!
All the undead heroes knelt down, trembling as they looked at the enraged King Sandru!
"My king, we can try to conceive another one..." Rod Hart said cautiously, only to be met with
a vicious kick from Sandru: "You think you can still give birth? Rod Hart, you're a
ghost who's been dead for ten years! Your chances of conceiving are only one in ten thousand, maybe even one in a million!
The reason you succeeded three times before was because you used my last three Rosemary flower buds. The Rosemary flower's powerful ability
to increase the chances of conception and luck allowed you to succeed three times in three attempts! But those were the last three buds I'd collected over hundreds of years.
Now, the Airolan Forest has vanished, and even the forest elves haven't found
Rosemary for thirty-seven years! Do you think you can still give birth just by luck?"
"You bastard! Why did you take her to worship your ancestors! Have you forgotten you're a spirit of the dead?
It was I who gave you new life! It was me! It was my great King Sandru! Not your ancestors! If
you hadn't taken her to that church, would the child have disappeared?!"
If having the Black Dragon Medal stolen by Alama was a slap in the face to the world, then
being chased like a duck by the ninth-order Seraph Catherine in front of all his subordinates was
a brutal kick to the face! Severely wounded in his pride, Sandru couldn't accept this outcome, and he
vented all his anger on Rod Hart: "Rod Hart! Get out of here! From this day forward, you are never to
set foot in the Land of the Dead again! Get out!"
…
Expelling Rod Hart did not quell Sandru's rage. He glanced at
Prince Nicholas and Princess Isabel, still weeping over Catherine's body, and with a swift movement of his right hand,
crushed Nicholas's skull amidst Roland's wails. With his left hand, he lifted Isabel's slender neck, preparing to crush her into bone dust!
Roland rushed forward, kneeling at his feet and pleading, "Great King Sandru! My king!
Please, spare my child! I will find you that child, or I will bear one for you!"
Seven years of imprisonment had worn away Roland's pride, and being assimilated into a vampire by Lucretia had shattered
his stance as a human being. The sudden news that his wife Catherine and Rod Hart had a child tore apart
his last remaining shred of dignity. Now, he was nothing more than a pitiful father trying to preserve the last vestige of his bloodline!
But Sandru glanced at him dismissively: "You think a child will suffice? I need
a creature with undead blood!"
Roland grabbed a shard of glass from the ground, slashed his wrist, and blood gushed from the wound, but
instantly receded, the wound healing and disappearing!
Sandru then realized that, for some reason, Roland had also evolved into a fifth-tier vampire!
"Your Majesty Sandru, I am now also a member of the undead! And I have just evolved; I feel my sperm
is still full of vitality. I can nurture the creature you need, just please spare my child!"
"Roland! What you say makes some sense, but why should I choose you? I can simply find another human
and evolve them into a vampire, and they will serve the same purpose as you!" Sandru sneered, but he then
released Princess Isabel, whose face had turned purple from being strangled. He recalled
the moment he and Rod Hart stormed into the church. His intuition told him that the church still held the aura of new life, faintly containing a
trace of divine power. This was the main reason he had been pressing Catherine for help in finding the child. He firmly believed that
a new life possessing such an aura could defeat Alama and allow him to claim the final Black Dragon Medal! Therefore,
he realized: only a father of the undead and a mother of Griffin imperial blood could have nurtured
such a powerful new life!
Now, Queen Catherine's soul had vanished, and the only suitable mother was
Princess Isabelle in his hands. And if Roland were to mate with her, perhaps even more surprising changes would occur!
"Roland, I can give you one last chance!" Sandru patted the flattered Roland
's shoulder, pointing to the unconscious Princess Isabel: "You, and she, will give me a child!"
"No!" Roland was stunned by Sandru's condition: "No! She's my daughter! She's still a child
!"
"Life or death! It's your choice!" Sandru's voice was chillingly cold.
Roland looked at the unconscious Princess Isabel and whispered, "Human strength is so insignificant...
unable to even protect the woman he loves. Now I only have you, my daughter..."
...
Princess Isabel slowly awoke. Her father, Roland, was on top of her slender body, a cold, hard object pressing against her
. Isabel looked down, panting heavily, her pretty face flushing and paling. Against her lower body was her father
Roland's erect penis.
She lay prone between her father's legs, her hands bound to his skeleton by her torn dress, which had been pulled down
to her shoulders, revealing a slightly protruding breast.
"Father...you..." Isabel's voice trembled. Through
the thin dress separating her from her father, Roland, she felt his body was cold and stiff, like a corpse.
"My dear daughter, just bear with it!" Roland's face was stiff, but his eyes were wildly excited. "Just
bear with it, it will pass!"
Roland tore Isabel's nightgown open from her chest, revealing her white body. When Roland grabbed
her ankle, Isabel woke up with a start. "No!" She squeezed her legs together and struggled desperately. Roland couldn't
separate his daughter's legs, so he grabbed her ankle and lifted it up, pulling her underpants down to her lap with one hand.
The girl's delicate skin had a silky smooth feel. Her legs were raised, her buttocks exposed,
her two snow-white thighs pressed tightly together, a slippery cleft running down to her lower abdomen. When Roland's
cold fingers parted her closed labia, a virgin's fragrance wafted out.
Isabel struggled, her wrists chafed raw by the cloth strips, fear weighing heavily on her, making it hard to breathe. Her father
seemed like a stranger, his body cold, the wounds that had initially pained her, and
those inhuman eyes…
"Father, let me go…"
"No. Isabel! Just bear with it!" Roland embraced Isabel's snow-white legs, his body
slowly pressing down on her slender buttocks. Isabel folded over, held tightly by her father, only her delicate, snow-white feet 　　peeking out from his shoulders, trembling slightly. His cold, hard penis
pressed 　　against her lower body, forcing its way through the soft flesh, pushing into the girl's warm, moist interior. 　　"Mama!" Isabel cried out. 　　Roland froze for a moment, then pressed down hard. 　　Her snow-white feet tensed abruptly, and a sharp pain shot through her lower body, as if an ice pick had pierced her flesh and plunged deep 　　into her abdomen. Isabel's vision went black, and she fainted instantly… 　　Roland immediately stopped, looking down to see her blood-red hair scattered across her snow-white body. 　　The sight of her trembling body was like a poignant painting; her convulsing form looked so fragile, yet so alluring 　　and seductive. 　　From a physics perspective, Roland couldn't imagine that such a large object could be inserted into such a delicate 　　opening. In fact, the elasticity and flexibility of a child's tender flesh were unmatched by a mature body. 　　The narrow, tight vaginal walls gripped the shaft tightly. The blood that had been flowing sluggish since becoming a vampire was now 　　accumulating in the corpora cavernosa, causing them to swell and become engorged. The cells, almost crushed and dying, felt incredibly pleasurable and full 　　. The illusion that the penis was about to break gave Roland a pleasurable feeling of guilt for committing incest with his daughter.

Sensing the murder weapon was about to necrotize due to the stagnant blood, Roland couldn't help but begin to
pulsate continuously inside Isabel.
As if her small body were being torn apart, Isabel gasped for breath, blood from her wrist staining the cloth
and slowly trickling down her pale arm. Roland's eyes lit up; the vampire's thirst for blood made him open his
mouth and take his daughter's wrist into his mouth, greedily sucking from the wound.
His massive body pressed against Isabel's face, rough chest hair rubbing against her delicate cheeks. Suffocation and
pain made it hard for Isabel to breathe; she bit down hard on her father's chest!
Mating—being sucked blood—sucking blood, the same ritual was performed on Isabel. Her vampiric female
instincts began to ferment. Simultaneously, because she had lost her sense of pain, she could no longer feel
the excruciating agony of her first tearing torture. However, her father's enormous weapon still drove her mad. Intense moans mixed with pitiful cries,
her tender white buttocks trembled slightly, responding to the rapid, relentless thrusting.
Sandru sat to the side, watching the grotesque spectacle of father-daughter incest. The scene before him made him unable to resist indulging in
fantasies: what a powerful creature would be created by the combination of the powerful undead bloodline and the Griffin imperial bloodline
!
As Isabel struggled to breathe, she turned her head from under her father Roland's chest. Before her lay
the lifeless body of her mother, Catherine. Isabel arched her back in agony, crying out, "Save me, Mother
..."
"Don't be afraid, my daughter, your mother is gone! But your father will love you." Roland
's stiff body suddenly tightened, and a stream of cold liquid shot from the tip of his penis, carrying a chilling sensation,
deep into his daughter's innocent womb.
Isabel stared blankly at her mother Catherine's rigid face, tears streaming down her face like broken beads.
"Such a good girl!" Sandru touched her disheveled genitals, instructing Roland to continue raising
her legs, keeping her vulva facing upwards, so as not to disturb the peace of her reproductive organs and chromosomes.
Isabel lay there quietly, her black eyes empty, like a doll.
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《The Seven Dragon Chronicles of the Heroic Wu》Chapter 10: The Divine Child〖Complete〗
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《The Jungle Warriors of the Heroic Wu (Volume 2)》
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The first secret of the ritual: At the bottom of Cloud City is an artificial lake of equal area. The thick clouds supporting the palace
constantly condense into rain, thus gathering into a lake in the center of the city. The lake water flows eastward to form a canal that merges with the moat
. Because the lake water here is directly formed from the condensation of clouds, it is the so-called 'rootless water', making it
the best water for forging weapons!
Along the banks of the canal stood numerous workshops, the closest to the source being
the private workshop of Countess Lucretia, currently the most sought-after woman in the capital.
It was late at night, and inside the workshop, a pale-skinned dwarf craftsman frowned as he looked at his
work: a Golden Skull Crown, a Necromancer's Shield, and if added to the
Black Magic Sword he had previously crafted for the Countess, and the unfinished Bone Breastplate, they would form
the complete set of the combined treasure, the Armor of the Damned. This combined treasure not only
added 3 points to attack and defense, but also 2 points to strength and knowledge. Furthermore, it could inflict
the status effects of Slow, Curse, Weakness, and Doom on all enemy units for 50 rounds, significantly reducing the
overall combat effectiveness of the enemy forces.
In terms of equipment attributes, there was nothing that wouldn't satisfy the dwarven craftsman who forged them; only
such works could live up to his title—Kari Wildhammer God! However, upon seeing the grotesque
skull and the evil necromancer markings on the shield, coupled with Countess Lucretia's recent
antics in court, Kari was filled with apprehension!
(He absolutely couldn't get involved in this mess!)
Kari packed up the two treasures and decided to leave the capital to avoid the storm.
He quietly slipped out the back door and walked along the riverbank towards the city outskirts. At the end of the canal was a dock; from there,
he could take a boat to leave the capital at the fastest speed.
After walking a few steps, Kari noticed what appeared to be a piece of white wood floating in the canal. On a whim, he
reached out and pulled it up, only to find it was an object wrapped in layers of a thin gauze shawl embroidered with dark gold thread. Unwrapping it,
he was startled—inside was an infant!
At first, Kari was surprised that the baby hadn't drowned after drifting in the river for so long, but upon closer
inspection, she noticed the baby's umbilical cord had just been cut, and the bloodstains on its body hadn't been washed away; it was a newborn.
That made sense! In the mother's womb, the embryo is immersed in amniotic fluid, so a newborn
baby's environment in water isn't much different from its environment in the womb, and it can breathe freely! What was strange was that the baby not only didn't cry or fuss, but even stared 　　at Kari
with wide, interested eyes ! 　　She thought for a moment, perhaps it was the illegitimate child of that noblewoman. But then she remembered that 　　Countess Lucretia's workshop was located at the source of the canal; if she traced it upstream, that was… 　　Thinking this, and glancing at the exquisite shawl embroidered with dark gold thread, Kari quickly wrapped the baby up and rushed 　　out of the city. 　　"Little fellow, it seems you're quite lucky to have met such a kind person like me, Kari! What's your name 　　? Let me think! When I first saw you, you were floating on the water like a piece of wood, so I'll call you Woody 　　(meaning like a piece of wood), okay? Woody! Woody the Hammer!" 　　—∞◇∞—героисемьдраконаэру—∞◇∞—　　禊子二：冰月，帝都这起诰起者菡长鲁比的豈囍被律耬娅长倬的倬 ...倬的倬倬倬的倬倬倬的倬倬倬的倬倬倬的倬倬倬的倬倬倬的倬倬倬的倬倬倬的倬倬倬的倬倬倬的倬倬倬的倬倬倬的倬倬倬的倬倬倬的倬倬倬的倬倬倬倬的倬倬倬倬的倬

The turmoil was over, and Queen Catherine passed away. Finally, witnessed by Countess Lucretia, ten-year-old Princess Isabelle
Griffin Allenfast ascended the throne according to Queen Catherine's last wishes, becoming
the fifth emperor and second queen of the Griffin Empire.
However, not long after, Queen Isabelle became pregnant out of wedlock. Amidst the uproar, the queen revealed her body before
six female inquisitors from the Kingdom of Enros, the Duchy of Falcons, the Duchy of Bulls, the Duchy of Wolves, the Duchy of Thorns, and the Imperial Capital. The inquisitors
determined that she was still a virgin, and therefore the child was a gift from God,
a king bestowed upon the Griffin Empire!
Upon learning of this inquisition, Queen Isabelle breathed a sigh of relief. She stuck
out her tongue, pursed her lips, and swallowed her slightly protruding fangs. Her gums were still developing, and her wisdom teeth hadn't fully healed, so
she couldn't yet master the "weapon" of "Vampire Fangs." However, it's estimated that she
'll never be able to master the weapon "Vampire Fangs" in her lifetime. That's because she
evolved into a vampire at the age of ten through a blood kiss ritual. Therefore, according to the life laws of vampires, her appearance and figure will forever
be stuck at that age. Not only are her gums weak, but even the membrane protecting her womb will
quickly revert to its original form after each breakage! So, this so-called "Holy Judgment" is nothing but a joke to her
!
That year, on a day in the Foggy Moon (September), a total solar eclipse occurred, meteors fell from the sky, and flowers bloomed in
the imperial capital. Queen Isabella gave birth to Crown Princess Faletta Allenfast Griffin. Subsequently, Queen Isabella made a lifelong vow to become
the first Royal Inquisitor of Imperial blood.
Meanwhile, in a corner of the imperial capital, Sandru, exhausted from casting several forbidden spells such as "Dark Sky Curtain" and "Meteor
Shower," rubbed his back. Ah, lazybones! He gazed triumphantly at
the Cloud City towering high in the clouds; from that moment on, the human Griffin Empire had become his plaything!
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●Catherine
A hero and story character in Heroes of Might and Magic II/mod Follow the Gods. As Queen of Erathia, Catherine fought countless battles to protect her country, and her great deeds will be forever remembered.
●Lucretia
A hero in Heroes of Might and Magic V. Sandru personally seduced Lucretia and led her into the realm of necromancy; this former Countess of the Bull Duchy immediately revealed her bloodthirsty and power-hungry nature. Lucretia, even in life, was a shrewd mistress of a high-ranking official. After joining the vampire ranks, she spent centuries refining her skills in seduction, murder, and incitement, and has now risen to the rank of "Princess of the Dead." She is a spiritual idol for many other vampires.
● Roland (
Heroes of Might and Magic II/mod: Following the Gods) Hero, story character. King of Enroth, husband of Queen Catherine.
● Prince Nicola (
Heroes of Might and Magic VI: The Command of Heaven) Story character. Eldest son of King Roland and Queen Catherine.
● Princess Isabel Griffin Alanfast (
Heroes of Might and Magic VI) Hero, story character. As Queen of the Griffin Empire, Isabel unwittingly becomes the victim of a millennium-long conspiracy orchestrated by the Demon Lord. Fortunately, at the last moment of the battle named after her, she is rescued from Shergo by a combined force of rangers, mages, sorcerers, and knights. Despite enduring hellish torment, she remained steadfast in her faith, and her troops benefited immensely from her divine blessings.
● Orson (
Heroes of Might and Magic V) Hero. Lacking charisma and authority, Orson quickly realized he was unsuitable for leading an army with independent thought. To avoid the predicament of his orders being questioned or ignored, Orson spent years creating and perfecting a zombie army that obeyed his will. "Anything above the neck is useless," the undead general declared.
■ Angel Set: Blessed by the goddess of light, the Griffin Emperor, who devoted the entire nation to her worship, this set is a divine artifact passed down through generations of the Griffin Empire. Besides granting a +21 to all attributes, it allows those favored by the gods or of Griffin blood to transform into eighth-tier archangels at any time.
■ Nirvana Angel Necklace: A secret treasure left to his descendants by the Griffin Emperor, it grants the power of a ninth-tier seraph at the cost of burning one's life, until that life is completely consumed!
■ Cindra Mirror: An exclusive treasure of the Church of Light. It can make all evil forces nowhere to hide under its light!
■ *Armor of the Damned*: Not only does it add 3 points to attack and defense, but also 2 points to strength and knowledge. Furthermore, it can inflict the effects of Slow, Curse, Weakness, and Doom on all enemy units for 50 rounds, greatly reducing the overall combat effectiveness of the enemy forces.
★ *Meat Cart*: Zombie Peak State: Abomination's exclusive talent. It can charge and ram into opponents, using all its muscles to absorb damage until the muscles atrophy into flesh.
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