Heretic Knights Chapter 19: Engraving the Beast

If Saint Peter was indeed the first Pope of the Catholic Church, then the history of the Papacy would be nearly two thousand years
. If judged by national standards, no country in the world has lasted for two thousand years
. However, in the world of magic and sorcery, two thousand years is not a particularly long time. Leaving aside
astrology, which can be traced back to the dawn of humanity, and alchemy, which developed alongside human society, even
theosophy, which holds an important place in modern mysticism
, predates Catholicism, even older than Judaism, the origin of Catholicism.
Those who know these magics and sorcery, those magicians and sorcerers known as "sorcerers," even without
relying on demons for power, would never submit to the authority of God. Because these people, though
merely human, all firmly believe they can become gods, even surpass gods; they all firmly believe
in this thing that sounds like a dream.
Some sorcerers have indeed reached the other side of this dream. They can create worlds, and they can destroy
them; they can create souls, and they can twist them; they can control the laws, and they can slaughter gods
. Among these sorcerers who have reached the other side are some beings who do not like the world's order. They
do not want to create new worlds, but simply want to twist the world's order into their desired form.
This simple personality is like that of children who steal candy from their companions; it has nothing to do with good or evil, nor
with desire, but is merely an almost instinctive impulse. For those
beings who have reached the other side of their dreams, this is just an interesting game, but for this ancient world, it could very
well be a catastrophe of destruction.
Other sorcerers call these beings "tyrants," because their behavior is indeed no
different from that of tyrants. After the birth of the New Testament of the Bible, they received a new name: these
beings who twist the world's existing laws are called "Kings." They possess the power to control the world, but they only use it to overthrow
it. Such a title, while respectful, is devoid of any benevolence, but those
beings called "Kings" quite like this title.
As if in response to the new name given to them by the church, these beings called "Kings" gradually
formed a loose alliance. This
loose alliance, arranged according to the Jewish Tree of Life with ten ranks and ten seats, seemed to fulfill the crown of the red dragon in the Book of Revelation. Indeed, the Kings who formed the alliance
named their alliance the "Congregation of the Crown."Immediately after the Crown Council was established,
the three kings who initially formed this loose alliance declared to the world that when each of the ten classes and ten seats of the Crown Council had
a corresponding king, they would overturn the world and create a new set of laws and order.
This declaration, seemingly a game, was absolutely not to be taken lightly. Whether it was the Roman Catholic Church, the
British Sages' Club, the French National Alchemy Institute, or Kunlun in China, all
the societies related to magic and sorcery worldwide believed this. These
"kings," devoid of any concept of good or evil and transcending human existence, cared only about satisfying their own interests. Therefore, overturning the existing world and
creating new laws and order was no joke.
Fortunately, the ten seats of the Crown Council have never been fully occupied. Initially, there were only three;
during the war between humans and the Night Clan, there were only five; even during the height of the European magical revival,
there were only eight. In modern times, the Crown Council has only seven members. Among them were monsters like the vampire marquis
, natural-born witches like Faust VII, and obsessive scholars like the doctor.
Regardless of their background, these beings, recognized as members of the Crown Council and called "Kings," possessed
power comparable to or even surpassing that of gods. However, there was one individual widely recognized as the most
powerful being since the Crown Council's inception.
Representing wisdom and enlightenment within the Tree of Life's hierarchy, this master craftsman produced
disciples with twisted and perverse personalities, such as the Puppet Master. His very existence was intertwined with the concept of "demon," a
powerful sorcerer known as the "Engraved Beast." At this moment, this man who had once plunged the world into fear and despair was leisurely
reclining in a sanatorium deep within the Black Forest of Germany, indulging in a life of debauchery.
The beautiful indoor swimming pool was filled with ruby-red wines. While not the kind of
renowned wines whose final price needed to be determined through auction, their rich aroma was something you couldn't
find at a roadside stall. Buying so much wine would certainly be
a considerable sum. However, for the Inscribed Beast, a master of alchemy, turning water into wine
was not a particularly complicated matter, even before he obtained the title of "King."
And this man, bearing the name Inscribed Beast, was currently indulging his bestial lust beside the wine pool.
Several stunningly beautiful women nestled beside the Beast, their slender, supple arms encircling his muscular
body. Their flushed cheeks exuded a seductive allure, and their
enormous, almost lewd breasts pressed tightly against his body, like melted cream against his
skin. The women breathed heavily, their bodies
glistening with sweat, and their bright red tongues incessantly licked his flesh, as if trying
to absorb his scent completely.
Beneath the Beast's crotch, two blonde beauties, like mirror images, looked up, their
expressions filled with ecstasy as they licked his testicles, while the Beast's erect penis thrust into another
woman. The woman's long, black, waterfall-like hair was now spread out on the wine-stained ground. Her once
incredibly alluring eyes were now filled with a look of intoxication. The air, mostly mixed with alcohol, made her
cheeks, pressed against the ground, even redder. From her mouth, which was radiating an unreserved smile, her tongue darted out,
the saliva from its crimson tip mingling with the bright red wine on the ground. The woman's hands supported her on the ground, her chest...
The woman's ridiculously large breasts were now almost touching the ground.
With each powerful thrust of the beast's penis, the breasts swayed violently, their erect
nipples bobbing and creating crimson ripples as they passed over the flowing wine on the ground.
The woman's slender, supple waist was firmly held in the beast's hands, her round, full buttocks
like ripe peaches. Her smooth, delicate vagina, like that of a newborn baby, was filled to the brim with the beast's penis
. With each forceful thrust, the loud thud and the splashing of fluids, seemingly
infused with the aroma of wine, sprayed from their joined bodies.
The woman's soft moans, her ecstatic groans, the sounds of flesh colliding, the sucking and licking, the ripples of the wine pool
—all accompanied the beast's satisfied breaths—were not merely sounds. Besides the
women fortunate enough to be close to the Inscribed Beast, there were many more, all naked
, with exquisite features and sensual figures. Some of these women were frolicking in the wine pool
, others were playing various musical instruments beside it, and still others stood beside the
Inscribed Beast, holding various foods. Whenever the Inscribed Beast opened its mouth, a woman would immediately prostrate herself on
the ground, while another woman would step on her body and feed the Inscribed Beast food or drink with her mouth.
All of this resembled the debauched banquets most favored by the nobles of the ancient Roman Empire. However, even the ancient
Roman emperors probably couldn't fill the entire wine pool and gather so many
beautiful women as easily as the Inscribed Beast.
At this moment, the Inscribed Beast, who had just bitten off a lychee from a maid's lips, suddenly curled his lips
into a smile, and his hands, gripping the waist of the beauty beneath him, tightened even more. "It's coming, it's coming, it's coming
! Ah!" These words were mumbled from the mouth of the Beast Engraved, clearly indicating that his thick, fleshy penis
was about to erupt. The already powerful thrusts became even faster, rapidly rubbing against the woman's flesh,
as if pulling out her delicate flower-like opening with each withdrawal, and as if piercing her
body with each insertion. With such intense thrusting, the Beast Engraved's testicles shook violently.
The two beauties kneeling beneath him, their tongues licking him, couldn't keep up with the movements
. Their necks craned back, their eyes filled with hunger, like summer dogs with their tongues out. "Ah! Ahhh!!!" 　　As the black-haired woman, who
had been nearly lost in ecstasy, endured the beast's ferocious thrusts, her nerves seemed to be stimulated by a powerful electric current. 　　Her eyes, which had been slightly narrowed in a state of ecstasy, snapped open, and she raised her head from the ground, arching her neck and 　　letting out a scream from her protruding tongue. Although tears streamed from her eyes, the scream was not 　　from pain, but entirely from the intense pleasure arising from the satisfaction her body had received. 　　 Waves of pleasure, like tidal waves, swept over the woman's body, causing her 　　to arch her back with each powerful impact. Her large breasts, like water-filled balloons 　　, swayed violently on her high-rising chest, making one worry that they might fall off her body. Her 　　two bright red nipples swayed so much that they were barely visible as two red marks. 　　 "Master...Master! Ah!! Ahh!! I'm going to come...Ah! I can't take it anymore...Ah!!!" The woman 　　cried out, her round buttocks swaying in rhythm with the beast's thrusts. As she lifted 　　her body with all her might, a slight bulge could be seen on her firm yet soft abdomen, caused by 　　the beast's thick penis thrusting in and out. But this thrusting, almost penetrating her uterus, 　　brought not pain, but satisfaction. The intense satisfaction made every muscle in the woman's body 　　tense. 　　 As a result, before the beast even ejaculated, the woman had already reached orgasm. 　　 "Ah! Master!!!" With the woman's cry, her body convulsed, her 　　toes curling up as she stood on the ground. Warm love fluid gushed from her body, flowing not only 　　down her long, beautiful legs but also running down the penis thrusting into her honey hole. 　　It dripped from the engraved beast's penis, mixing with its sweat, and was caught 　　by the two beauties beneath it, their tongues lolling out greedily. They swallowed it all. 　　 The black-haired beauty's orgasm also gave the engraved beast a strong stimulation. In the instant of climax, 　　her vaginal canal contracted, enveloping his penis. The wet, sticky flesh, like melted cheese, permeated every 　　part of his penis, and the tip of his glans felt the surging love fluid, experiencing a sensation of penetration. At this 　　moment, the Beast of Inscription forcefully pulled his penis out of the woman's slippery vagina, then 　　thrust it back in with even greater force, plunging it into the very core of her vagina. 　　 The lychee, which had been between the Beast of Inscription's teeth, was bitten open, 　　its white juice spurting out like the semen erupting from his penis. Similarly, the Beast of Inscription's penis, 　　pressed deep within the woman's body, erupted with hot semen. "Ah…that feels so good!" Finally, the Beast of Inscription 　　uttered these words. 　　 After ejaculating once, the Beast withdrew its penis from the woman's body. In that instant 　　, as if losing its support, the black-haired beauty collapsed onto the spilled wine, her body 　　convulsing, yet a blissful and satisfied smile graced her face. A large amount of semen mixed with her own vaginal fluids 　　flowed from her gaping, unclosed vagina, mingling with the rose-colored wine on the ground 　　. Meanwhile, the other women had already eagerly extended their tongues to the Beast's still-wet 　　penis. 　　 As for the Beast himself, enjoying the oral services of the beauties, his mouth was already open, surrounded by...

The maidservant fed the emerald-like liquid into the mouth of the Engraved Beast. It wasn't fine wine
, but it surpassed all earthly wines. As the king, the Engraved Beast's drink was the Jade Elixir of Eastern legend, a
elixir that granted immortality with just a sip. For ordinary sorcerers, obtaining such a substance was
incredibly difficult, but for the Engraved Beast, who was also proficient in divine arts, acquiring the Jade Elixir was effortless
.
After swallowing the crystalline, emerald-like liquid, the Engraved Beast's body regained
its vitality; more precisely, his penis, which had just ejaculated, easily rose again. Then, he
looked down at the beauties kneeling beneath him, licking his penis, and said, "Alright,
who's next?" Upon hearing this, the beauties' eyes seemed to light up—or rather
, not just light up, but their eyes turned a vibrant red. To satisfy the engraved
beast, ordinary humans are absolutely not enough; at the very least, only
witches capable of easily draining one or two men dry can do it.
"Master, Master." "Please do it with me!" "Do it with me!" "Master, please ravage my body!
" The witches all uttered sweet, delicate voices, stretching out their arms and tongues beneath the engraved beast,
focusing their crimson gazes on the engraved beast's rather ordinary-looking penis compared to that of a demon cultist
.
"Oh, really, everyone's a bit too eager, aren't they?" Seeing these witches greedily craving his penis
, the Beast of Engraving laughed heartily. "But I'm not an octopus,
it's exhausting to satisfy so many at once." Saying this, the Beast of Engraving casually grabbed
the arm of a witch kneeling beside him. "But don't worry, I'll show you all bliss one by one." As the Beast of Engraving spoke
, the witch whose arm he was holding, her black eyes fixed on her, showed
a blissful expression, and her crimson eyes slowly turned the azure blue they had before becoming a demon's follower.
Under the Beast of Engraving's gaze, even the witch's previously rapid breathing calmed down, though
her high breasts still heaved violently with each breath.
The other witches clicked their tongues in dissatisfaction at their lucky companion, but they couldn't sway
the Beast's decision. They could only watch helplessly as his hand grasped the lucky girl's breast
and began to knead it forcefully. The rose-red wine stained the witch's fair breasts with a thin layer of
red, a color that seemed to have been dyed by the sunset, gradually deepening until it gathered at the witch's nipple.
The sensitive buds on those delicate, bright red nipples were fully erect,
like tiny cherries being rubbed by the Beast's fingers.
"Speak now, tell me your name, the name of the demon who made a pact with you..."
the Beast said to the witch while playing with her breasts, a gentle, refreshing
smile on his face. It was completely unimaginable that a man standing naked among a group of equally naked witches,
his penis exposed, would possess such a pure and innocent smile, devoid of any wickedness.
As the inscribed beast whispered these words, the ruby-like aroma of alcohol seemed to coalesce into enormous wings behind him
, but this blurry shadow was like a mirage in the desert,
vanishing whenever one tried to see it clearly. The wing-like aroma of alcohol seemed to mingle with the inscribed beast's whispers, seeping into
the nerves of the witch whose chest he was kneading.
"Valena, the pact with Astorurusha." When the inscribed beast made this request, the
witch, already groaning contentedly and slowly closing her eyes, revealed her name, and
the name of the contracted demon—which should have been her greatest secret—to the magician who was toying with her.
Hearing the answer from the beauty in his arms, the inscribed beast smiled with satisfaction,
tightening his grip on the witch Valena's fingers, pinching and rubbing her small, strawberry-like nipple between his fingers. This stimulation made the witch
's moans intermittent, her body unconsciously tensing. The Beast lowered its head slightly,
then extended its tongue and licked Valena's cheek. The lingering sweet and sour scent of wine on the witch's face slowly
spread on the Beast's tongue. The Beast then slightly raised its legs, lifting
them between Valena's thighs,
separating her thighs that were tightly clenched and slowly rubbing together to alleviate its burning desire.
The instant her legs were parted, the witch's burning vulva touched the cool air
, and her body trembled involuntarily. Warm love fluid
dripped from between Valena's two crimson labia like spider silk. The Beast, its penis hard
as if it had just ejaculated, thrust forcefully into the witch's vulva, which needed no lubrication.
The soft, moist folds of her vulva swallowed the Beast's penis, and Valena let out
a satisfied moan.
"Let's make it a little more stimulating." The Beast of Inscription held the witch's waist with one hand and
squeezed her breasts forcefully with the other, while his penis began to slowly thrust in and out of Valena's body. With the
unhurried rhythm of the thrusts, the Beast of Inscription uttered these words, "Astrolusha,
familiar of Ishita, desire dwelling in the womb, show your form before my throne!" As the Beast
of Inscription spoke, a vortex suddenly swirled at the feet of Valena, who was being held in his arms and thrust into with his penis
.
The air, which had been filled with the rich aroma of red wine, was now permeated with a bitter, ashen scent.
This scent emanated from the shallow vortex at Valena's feet, and countless sparks, like fragments of fire,
drifted out from the vortex, seeping into the witch's body the instant they touched her .i=63> Beneath that smooth, delicate skin. But the witch, with a satisfied expression, closed her eyes, completely...

Lost in the pleasure of the slow, savage thrusts, he seemed completely oblivious to the changes happening around him
.
"Mmm..." Master...ah...harder, my master..." Valena swayed her slender
waist, trying to ensure that the engraved beast's penis, inserted into her body, could reach every corner of her vagina.
Her full breasts, while one was being vigorously grasped and played with by the
engraved beast, were pressed tightly against its chest. With Valena's swaying waist, the
breast, like a sponge, swayed. The veins on her fair skin were clearly visible, and
the fat beneath was as smooth as melting butter. However, the
small cherry-like nipple at the tip of her full breast, pressed against the engraved beast's chest, had become exceptionally hard, providing the beast
with a very good sensation as the breast swayed under the pressure.
But even these almost perfect breasts
seemed to gradually become more impactful as the sparks seeped into Valena's body. The breasts, which the engraved beast could barely grasp before,
now seemed to be so full that they would sink deep into the engraved beast's fingers
. "It's so hot... I'm so hot!" "Ah!" And with Valena's increasingly lewd moans, her once
beautiful blonde hair gradually turned a rusty color, rising higher and higher from her back and shoulder blades, eventually
stretching into a pair of enormous wings, like the wings of a bat, as legend would have on a demon
.
"Soon you'll get even hotter, Valena." "To the witch's lewd moans, the Engraved Beast
responded softly, seemingly oblivious to the changes in her body. Not only the Engraved Beast,
but the other witches also remained completely unconcerned about Valena's transformation.
Beside the Engraved Beast and Valena, the witches not chosen by the Engraved Beast
embraced, kissed, caressed, and rubbed against each other, their beautiful bodies intertwined, their rounded breasts pressed tightly
together, and their long legs crossed, their delicate petals, glistening with nectar, clung to each other.
These panting, moaning witches seemed completely oblivious to Valena's outstretched wings.
At this moment, a long, serpentine tail appeared on Valena's buttocks, its hooked tip coiling
and binding Valena and the Engraved Beast's bodies together. The witch was no longer human; it
wouldn't be inappropriate to call her a true demon.
" "Very good, very good, has it already manifested in this world? Astorlusha."
The hand that had been holding Valena's waist slowly moved to the witch's buttocks, stroking her smooth, scaly tail. The beast
uttered the name of the demon who had made a pact with Valena—
a lower-ranking demon who could never fully manifest in this world.
A mead-like breath escaped from the witch's demonic form. Upon hearing
the beast's voice, her closed eyes reopened, revealing
pupils as delicate as a cat's eyes in the center of her blood-red, crimson eyes.
"Master, my master," Valena's soul now contained the consciousness of the demon Astolluca
, her beautiful face still bearing a lewd smile, but now imbued with an indescribable allure. "
I am ready to receive your love." "As she spoke, the witch opened her mouth and
licked her bright red tongue onto the face of the engraved beast. "I... my body can't hold back anymore!" Ah! Ah!"
"Very good, very good..." The engraved beast seemed quite satisfied with the witch, who had been infiltrated by demonic consciousness.
He gripped the witch's breasts even tighter, but his fingers, sinking deep into her soft flesh, didn't seem to provide her with any stronger stimulation. "Oh, now, let me 　　drain
the burning desire from your body !"
In that instant, a hint
of wildness finally crept into the Inscribed Beast's hearty laughter.
Before his words even finished, the Inscribed Beast had already withdrawn his penis from the witch's body
. It wasn't an indestructible spear, nor had it transformed into a strange tentacle; though thick,
it was only the size of an ordinary human. However, as the Inscribed Beast thrust his penis back into the witch's vagina after speaking those words
, a deep, explosive sound erupted from within her.
"Ah!" The dull thud made the witch's eyes roll back, her screams abruptly
ceasing, and her body convulsing involuntarily. Even her wings stretched to their maximum
extent, yet the satisfied, lewd expression on her face betrayed her overwhelming
pleasure!
But the beast's thrusts wouldn't end there. Before the witch could even react, the beast abruptly
withdrew its penis. The witch's tender, vibrant flesh clung tightly to the beast's shaft, almost
being pulled from her body, while a torrent of love juice mixed with yellowish urine
gushed from her vagina. Then, the beast thrust its penis back into the witch
's body once more.
"Ugh!" "Accompanied by the witch's scream, that deep, thunderous voice erupted again. The witch's
tail, which was wrapped around her and the engraved beast's body, twitched and tightened violently, as if trying to prevent the engraved beast from
ever pulling its penis out of her body again. The witch's legs also unconsciously rose and wrapped
around the engraved beast's legs.
"This is just a warm-up. Now it's time to go for it!" The engraved beast was quite satisfied with the witch's reaction, but
although the witch was already enjoying herself, the engraved beast himself hadn't yet. As he said this,
white-blue arcs of electricity flashed between his fingers that were grasping the witch's huge breasts."It wasn't just his fingers; the entire Inscribed Beast was enveloped in electricity, 　　like the crackling light from a Tesla coil. This electricity only enveloped the Inscribed Beast and the witch in his arms.

At his feet, the other witches were completely unaffected by the electricity; not even the finest strands of hair
were drawn to the surface.
But the witch in the beast's arms was not so unaffected. Snake-like arcs of electricity flickered,
her breasts trembled, and then, incredibly, a stream of pure white milk gushed forth, flowing like a real cow's
milk down her sensual body and the beast's fingers. In fact, it wasn't just her breasts
; her entire body had already felt the stimulation of the electricity. The beast's penis
erupted with lightning-like power within her vagina, as if trying to tear her body to shreds and burn her to
ashes, producing a deep, rumbling sound within her vagina. This stimulation was enough to
instantly turn an ordinary human into charcoal.
Not only could ordinary humans not withstand it, but even
the soft, white flesh of the witch's breasts, which had been gushing milk from the beast's fingers wreathed in electric snakes, charred black under the stimulation of the electricity.
Even a witch who had made a pact with a lower-level demon couldn't withstand such stimulating power; her breasts
should have instantly turned to charcoal.
However, when the inscribed beast allowed the demon's consciousness to permeate this world and merge with Valena's body
, the demonic power allowed the witch's body to withstand this terrifying electric shock. Under
the stimulation that nearly destroyed her flesh, the witch's burning lust was fully aroused. Her body
trembled instinctively, every inch of her skin seemed to convulse, and milk and vaginal fluid gushed out incessantly.
"Ah! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!!" The witch's body was constantly
being destroyed by the power of the inscribed beast, but constantly being restored by the demonic power that had seeped into her flesh. Under this alternating
stimulation, the witch stretched her neck, shook her head vigorously, and let out excited shouts. Her consciousness
was constantly being lost in the stimulation, and constantly being brought back to its senses by stronger stimulation.
"Want more stimulation? Want more stimulation?" But even as the Beast Engraved repeatedly thrust his penis into
the witch's body, he maintained a relaxed expression. He knew very well that she was already caught in the vortex of orgasm
and couldn't answer his question, but from her flushed cheeks and wanton cries
, the Beast Engraved knew that she craved even stronger stimulation.
So the Beast Engraved's other hand grabbed the witch's breast. Now their bodies were
entangled by the witch's long tail, and even without the Beast Engraved's hands holding her waist, they couldn't
easily separate. Now, the Beast Engraved held both of the witch's breasts in his hands. Under the powerful electric shock
, milk gushed from her two nipples, which were so red they were almost dripping blood, like a small white fountain
. However, the Beast of Inscription wasn't just stimulating the witch's body with electricity. Now, using
his hands, he could easily twist and pull at her breasts, as if playing with two soft lumps of clay
. Under his forceful tugging, the witch let out a sharp cry, her tongue lolling out in excitement , and her wings flapping wildly, instantly creating a 　　strong gust of wind
in the wine-scented air . 　　 "Ah!" "How annoying the wind!" Although they hadn't been bothered by the Beast of Inscription's electricity, 　　the strong wind created by the witch's wings caused the other witches to protest. Their hair 　　was ruffled by the wind, and waves rippled in the wine pool, forcing the witches who had been leisurely playing 　　to swim to the edge. 　　 The Beast of Inscription heard these protests clearly: "Really, this isn't good!" " 　　As he spoke, the engraved beast's hands suddenly pulled downwards with tremendous force. The witch's 　　breasts, already twisted by his hands, were stretched like dough after fermentation. Every bit of the engraved beast's strength 　　was released onto these soft breasts, and the milk that had just been gushing out instantly 　　shot out like two white arcs from a water gun. 　　 "Ah!" The witch's screams grew shrill, but when the Engraved Beast grabbed 　　her elongated breasts again and pressed them down forcefully, the screams stopped. 　　The electric current erupting from the Engraved Beast's hands had already penetrated her body through her breasts. 　　 Not only her cow-like breasts, but also her overflowing vagina, where 　　the Engraved Beast's normally ordinary-sized penis had unknowingly pressed against her cervix 　　. This time, the lightning erupted and raged within her womb. In an instant, the witch's uterus, ovaries 　　, heart, and lungs were almost completely charred black by the electric current. This wave of deathly stimulation 　　pierced her brain through her nerves, then traveled through her nerve endings 　　to every nerve ending in her body. 　　 Not only did the witch's screams cease, but her powerfully flapping wings also stiffened, binding the witch 　　and the Engraved Beast together... Her tail, at this moment, was deeply embedded in their skin, 　　leaving bright red marks. Her body was being damaged by the electric current; 　　blood even welled from the witch's wide-open mouth, nostrils, and alluring eyes. Milk soaked 　　the hands engraved with the beast, flowing like a tap turned on, while between the witch's legs, 　　urine mixed with her vaginal fluids, gushing out like a burst dam. 　　 In that instant, Valena experienced an orgasm she had never felt before. It was 　　a stimulation powerful enough to kill an ordinary person before they could even feel excitement; it was a physical destruction even demon cultists couldn't easily withstand; 　　it was a near-death orgasm unimaginable to a witch obsessed with lust and devouring men's life force—no, 　　the pleasure Valena experienced in that instant was even greater. Her mind was filled only with lust; it felt as 　　if her entire body had transformed into honeyed flesh enveloping the engraved beast's penis, convulsing and spasming, her hands gripping tightly.

The beautiful legs, entwined around the beast's body, curled up,
unable to utter a sound. All her life force was consumed by the pleasure of this climax.
To prolong this excitement, Valena's witch instincts, and
the demonic consciousness of Astorlusha within her soul, caused her charred yet regenerating vagina
to suckle the engorged penis with all its might. The muscle fibers seemed to seep into the beast
's shaft, determined to make this powerful "king" ejaculate. This feeling could probably
leave an ordinary man exhausted.
Then, the beast's penis, pressed against the witch's cervix, ejaculated, the hot
semen pouring into her uterus, even causing her lower abdomen to swell slightly
. Yet, feeling this warm current, the witch wore a blissful and satisfied expression. Powered by the demon
, the witch, now fully recovered, wore a look of utter satisfaction.
Blood-tinged saliva and red tear stains clung to her lips, the only
traces of her recent immersion in lust.
"Now, you can go back, Astorlusha,"
the inscribed beast whispered to the witch, who was nearly unconscious with ecstasy.
A small vortex swirled again in the flowing wine at Valena's feet, and this time, tiny sparks flew from Valena's body,
gradually swallowed by the vortex. The witch's wings, tail, and reptilian
pupils slowly vanished.
When all traces of the union between the demon and the witch vanished,
Valena, exhausted after her climax and no longer bound by her tail, collapsed to the ground. The white fluid flowing from between her legs
mingled with the spilled red wine, like a white river flowing across red earth.
Valena's unusually full breasts finally returned to their original size, though still dripping with
white milk.
Looking at Valena lying at his feet, with the same satisfied smile as the black-haired beauty from before, almost
unconscious yet still murmuring "Master, Master," the Engraved Beast nodded slightly,
then turned its head. As its gaze shifted, the witches who had been entwined instantly
revealed expectant expressions, casting their burning eyes towards the Engraved Beast's crotch.
The seemingly tireless Beast raised his arm towards the witches, his cheerful smile unchanged
: "Alright, how about something new? In the wine seems like a good idea."
As he spoke, the Beast laughed, his laughter eliciting excited shouts from the witches,
who eagerly tried to embrace their master so he could ravage their bodies.
"My lord, Baron Nicholas's messenger has arrived and is waiting in the reception room." However, just as
the witches were about to cling to the Beast again, a cold, emotionless voice suddenly rang out
. At this moment, except for the two witches still lying on the ground panting, the others who hadn't yet been
ravaged by the Beast's penis showed expressions of disappointment and resentment, while the Beast, surrounded by witches,
had turned away. A puppet maid stood expressionlessly amidst the spilled wine. Since
he could train puppeteers, creating a few puppet maids wouldn't be
difficult for the Beast of Inscription. Absolutely obedient automatons were practically the foundation of alchemy.
"We're here? I thought I could relax a little longer." Despite saying this,
the Beast of Inscription showed no impatience. "Well, it wouldn't be good to keep our guests waiting." He then
gave a wry smile to the disappointed witches around him. "I'll satisfy
you all one by one later, don't look like that." As he spoke these comforting words, the Beast of Inscription casually waved
his hand. In an instant, the swimming pool filled with red wine, the naked witches, the beautiful
music, and the delicious food all vanished like sandcastles washed away by the tide.
The space where the expressionless automaton maids stood, where the still-naked Beast of Inscription stood, had become
a plain, unremarkable bedroom. The simple white bed and
the cabinet with a laptop beside it looked no different from a room in an ordinary hotel. This was
the space that truly belonged to this sanatorium, not the wine pool that had been transported here by esoteric magic and inscribed with the image of a beast.
"I remember Nicholas was always surrounded by lovely beauties." The Beast casually picked up
a bathrobe from the bed and put it on, then flashed a refreshing smile. "Hmm, is this guest
the same?" As soon as he asked the question, the Beast remembered that the automatons in the sanatorium lacked
the ability to think, so a hint of self-deprecation crept into his smile. "Oh well, we'll see soon enough anyway."
The automaton maid, unable to comprehend what her creator was saying, stood silently at the bedroom door. Before her,
the Beast, already dressed in his bathrobe, gave a command the automaton could understand
: "Alright, now take me to greet our rare guest." The automaton maid slowly
nodded, then replied in a beautiful but emotionless voice, "Yes, Master.
" With that, she left the bedroom with a respectful posture, leading the Beast towards the reception room.
For the still relaxed Inscribed Beast, learning of
the war waged by Faust VII, the natural-born witch and fellow member of the Council of the Crown, against the Roman Catholic Church was still a 　　 matter
of moments.

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