Necromancer

The calm before the storm is always precious. I sat leisurely in my comfortable little tent, sipping a steaming cup of green tea. The tea was brewed in the polluted spring behind the mountain. The emerald green spring water was a deadly poison to the delicate Sentinel Legion, but for the heroes of our great Scourge Legion, it was the finest tea.

I was looking down at the tea leaves at the bottom of my cup, trying to predict how many kills I could get in the upcoming battle. With a "whoosh," someone darted into my tent. I knew who it was without even looking up. Among the heroes dotas, only a handful could "blink" in without going through the door, and the only one I knew well was her—the Queen of Pain!

The Queen of Pain didn't actually look painful. Although she always wore a small, pointed helmet, I preferred to call it an eye patch, since it only covered her forehead and the top of her head. She also admitted that she wore it mainly for sun protection and to look cooler. Her healthy, bronze skin and curvaceous figure, paired with the bright red shawl that always draped over her arms, accentuated her regal bearing. Especially when she took a graceful step, the wide shawl billowed behind her, revealing glimpses of her strong, slender legs, sparking the imagination.

The corners of her mouth were always slightly upturned, as if smiling at you, easily lulling those unfamiliar with her into a false sense of security. Only when they were plunged into the throat by the queen's poisoned dart would they discover the sarcasm and disdain hidden within her smile.

"What's wrong, my lovely little Rogge? You look terrible. Are you constipated?" "Your Excellency, thank you for your concern, but I seem to recall saying more than once that I don't like being disturbed when I'm drinking tea," I said, suppressing my anger. "Also, don't call me little Rogge. I am the renowned necromancer Rodriguez..."

"Oh, why be so serious? Don't you think the name Rogge sounds more friendly?" Seeing me shake my head, the Queen of Pain covered her mouth and laughed. "Rodriguez is a long and awful name, and what's so renowned about him? He's practically a nobody." Seeing my increasingly pale face, the Queen waved her hand: "Never mind, never mind, let's not talk about that. I have something to discuss with you..." "What do you want? I have no money, and I won't give you my life!" I warily clutched my empty purse. "Let me clarify first, playing support isn't my job as a necromancer. My style has always been to focus on farming and leveling up, so if you want to buy wards, pay for them yourself. It's not my business." I declared righteously and solemnly.

Everyone was saving their lives by exchanging their money for equipment and potions, but there were always one or two unlucky souls who had to make sacrifices for everyone, namely buying wards and chickens. Buying chickens meant buying small animals to work as laborers, transporting supplies between the front lines and the rear (all kinds of animals were used, but everyone called it "buying chickens," which shows how many males there were on the Dota continent and how strong their desires were). Buying wards was also for peeping at the enemy's beautiful girls taking a bath or going to the bathroom—oops, I misspoke, it was peeping... okay, it was observing the enemy's movements so you could either stab them in the back or prevent them from stab you in the back. (This is important. You know, the Dota continent has all sorts of creatures, and they all know how to cum. If a handsome guy like Omniknight cums, maybe some people with special tastes will like it, but if you get cummed by a mountain giant, you'll probably be bedridden for the rest of your life.) Logically speaking, something so important and beneficial to everyone should be paid for by everyone. But what I've always seen is some unlucky creature who's been designated as a bystander, crying as he pays the bill. After paying, he gets a reminder from the leader: "Hey, support, watch your life. Don't go and die, or you'll drag everyone down. It's okay if you're not strong, but you need to have team spirit, understand?" We usually affectionately call these pushovers "support."

"Don't be like that. Even though you're short and don't have any muscles, you're still a man, right? Can't I even borrow a little money from you? You're stingy!" The Queen showed a disdainful look.

"What does it mean to be a man? I'm obviously a man! I'm asking you, we all get the same amount of money from the boss, enough to buy some starting gear, why do we need to borrow money?" "

This queen is an intelligence hero, you know, I'm really short on mana, so I need to borrow money from you to build a Magic Wand. You can't bear to see a girl constantly running home for water, right?"

Battles on the Dota continent are always intense, fierce, and protracted. Sometimes you've been fighting hard under your own tower for ages, and when your health is low, you think about going home to upgrade your equipment. But halfway there, the enemy shamelessly pushes down your tower. But if you don't go back, hehe, it's very likely that two enemy heroes will just deliver a shameless combo and knock you out. So, getting health and mana back home to buy equipment is always a headache.

Damn it, I'm an intelligence hero too, I'm short on mana too, I can't even afford a small potion, I have to save my money for Mekansm, why should I help you build a Magic Wand? "What use is that thing to you? Are you going to use it for masturbation?"

Seeing my expressionless face, the Queen of Pain laughed instead. "Just consider it helping out, okay? I'll definitely repay you later." She licked her sexy lips, her expression rather ambiguous, making my heart race.

"Uh, no way." Although she looked quite alluring, I still clutched my pocket tightly. Who knows when she'll repay me? I need to worry about the present.

As if sensing my hesitation, the Queen chuckled, "You don't trust me? Fine, I'll show you." "What are you going to do?" I was startled. Was she going to steal it by force? Although a man shouldn't be afraid of women, I'm a hero of intellect, not mere brawn. What? The Queen of Pain is also a hero of intellect? Pshaw! A woman who spends her days stabbing people with poison darts or screaming at the top of her lungs—that's considered a hero of intellect? Okay, in the end, I can't beat her. I'd better get out of here.

I clutched my pocket tightly and rushed to the door. With another "whoosh," I was firmly embraced from behind by a pair of strong arms. Damn it, she used Blink again! This is so unfair!

"Hehe, how's it going, little Rogue?" The Queen of Pain held me tightly, her full breasts rubbing against my back. "You're not escaping my grasp today."

"What do you want?" I wondered if she was going to murder me for money.

"I told you there would be a reward if you helped me, and now I'll make you believe it." The Queen of Pain stroked my chest with one hand, while the other reached between my legs, touching my penis through my thin mage robe. The sensation of her full breasts against my back had already made my penis erect, and now the feeling of her holding it was indescribable.

"Hmm, already so excited? Just as I expected, all men are the same." The Queen of Pain's fingers parted my robe, pulling my underwear down to my knees, then made me turn to face her.

I saw a smug look in her eyes as she stuck out her tongue at me. She squatted down and pointed at my penis with one finger: "You usually look like a sleazy guy, but your thing down there is quite large and rather vigorous."

How am I sleazy? I was about to retort when the Queen of Pain had already taken my penis into her mouth. The warm sensation from my lower body immediately made me swallow back all my words. I never expected that the usually wild Queen would offer me oral sex. Just thinking about it filled me with satisfaction, not to mention her excellent oral sex skills. She licked and sucked my penis, her tongue tracing its length.

One hand kneaded my scrotum like two eggs, while the other gently patted my buttocks, causing me to tense my muscles and arch my back. This pushed my penis even deeper into her mouth, almost to her throat, but she didn't choke at all, licking even more vigorously, her tongue occasionally attacking the tip of my penis. Soon, I was about to burst. Just before I ejaculated, she suddenly squeezed my scrotum hard, spitting my penis out.

"You!" I was about to explode when someone forcefully blocked my way.

"Want to ejaculate?" The Queen of Pain had a lewd smile on her face, and I nodded frantically. "Then you'd better be obedient, okay?"

As she spoke, she made me lie on my back on the ground, the Queen of Pain spreading her legs wide and squatting down in front of my face.

Her full vulva was right in front of my mouth, the area around it smooth, with a thin slit in the center from which a little fluid seeped. She pressed her vulva against my face, smiled at me, and parted her labia with two fingers. In contrast to the bronze skin on the outside, the tender flesh inside was pink, as if it had never been opened to anyone before. A large clitoris above the vulva trembled thirstily, expectantly.

I stuck out my tongue, first licking her labia, then teasing her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, until she let out an uncontrollable moan. Only then did I probe my tongue into her vulva, which was already soaking wet, the fluid flowing incessantly down my tongue, wetting my face. After a while, the Queen of Pain could no longer endure it. She lifted her hips and sat down hard on my penis.

Thud! "Ah!" We both cried out at the same time. My penis felt like a long sword piercing her body, causing a seemingly painful expression on her face. But it was only a fleeting appearance, as she quickly and actively gripped my penis, moving vigorously. Her vagina was like a suction cup, drawing my penis deeper with each time she sat down. Each time she slightly rose, my penis was pushed outward by the vaginal walls, and so on, the intense friction between my penis and vagina producing obscene sounds mixed with her vaginal fluids. The Queen of Pain tilted her head back, her chest already naked. She kneaded her high, bronze breasts with both hands, licking her lips and murmuring dreamily, "Oh, so good, again, hold me, don't stop..." I wrapped my arms around her waist, my palms pressing against her round buttocks, my thumb accidentally touching her anus. She didn't seem to mind, instead twisting her waist even more excitedly, making circular motions with my penis inside her. Oh, I swear by the Frozen Throne, I've never been this wild with a woman before! My cock was throbbing violently, about to climax. The Queen of Pain realized I was about to ejaculate and shouted, "Oh, come on, let it all out! Oh, I'm so excited, I'm going to scream!" Suddenly she lunged at me, covering my ears with her hands. Before I could even react, I felt her whole body—no, everything around us, the ground, the furniture, the entire tent—shaking violently. What was happening? Damn, I could tell from her expression—it was the legendary Banshee Scream! The Queen of Pain's signature move!

Few creatures could withstand her full-force scream at close range; even heroes, if caught off guard, could be killed by it. If she hadn't covered my ears, I would have been dead already. Thinking about this, I felt both relieved and terrified. Since my lower body was already at its limit, I roared and ejaculated hot semen inside her. At the same time, several streams of green gas shot out from my body, landing back on both of us.

"Damn! How could this happen?" I thought dejectedly. I hadn't controlled myself and had unleashed my signature move—the Death Pulse. These green gas streams would cause enemies to wither and lose energy upon contact, while allies would experience the opposite effect, gaining abundant energy and even healing themselves. Such powerful true energy was truly a kingly aura, extremely energy-consuming to use, and not something to be used lightly.

The Queen of Pain inhaled the green pulse in the air with relish, and immediately perked up again: "Hehe, little Rogue, you're so considerate! You even know to nourish your sister after we're done. Your aura of dominance is amazing!" "Uh, please pronounce it correctly, it's 'domineering aura'." "Hey, it's clearly 'domineering aura,' otherwise why is it green?" "..."

"Alright, enough said, let's get going." The Queen of Pain lazily stood up, straightened her clothes, "Want to come with me this time?"

"I think I'd better not, I don't want to be scared to death by your screams." Thinking of what had just happened, I couldn't help but feel lingering fear.

"Hmph, you heartless bastard! I should have covered your ears earlier and let you be a heartless playboy," the Queen of Pain said coquettishly. "That way, all your money would be mine, and I wouldn't have had to leave you ninety gold coins like I do now."

"What?" I hurriedly checked my pockets. I had over six hundred gold coins, but now I only had a few dozen left. Damn it, she actually stole my gold coins while we were having sex! "You took all the money! How am I supposed to leave the house?" "Didn't I leave you ninety gold coins? Just enough to buy a set of tree-eating herbs," she said nonchalantly. "Look, you have the aura of a king. If you don't have stamina, just a jolt of your body and you're done. Actually, tree-eating herbs are unnecessary." "You!"

"Alright, let's go. Good luck. If you don't die this time," the Queen of Pain gave me a flirtatious wink, then vanished in a flash, leaving only her last words in my ear, "Let's have another good time sometime!"

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