【The Kingdom of Xiling】(H Version of the Xiling Empire) (33-36)

Chapter 33 Preparations Before Entering Azeroth
Shadow City. This parallel space, modeled after our city of K, is constantly expanding
and increasingly resembles a shadow world. As the space expands,
the Earth-like buildings copied in the city center gradually disappear, replaced by various futuristic Xiling facilities
.
More and more Pandora Heavy Armor Legion and Vengeance Army are stationed here, gradually making this empty city bustling
. Fighter jets and flying cars flying overhead from time to time, and the bright lights in various Xiling facilities, all indicate that
the ancient void overlord, the Xiling Empire, is steadily and methodically recovering.
My adjutant, Sivis, is now the manager of this city of imperial revival.
Originally, the owner of Shadow City should have been Pandora. However, our 1.2-meter-tall general is a super
warrior, an excellent general, but an incompetent commander. As the number of things under her management increases,
her management ability declines sharply. In fact, the one who actually managed the entire Pandora Heavy Armor Legion in the past was
Sivis—Pandora's former adjutant. So much so that Sivis earned
the title of "Pandora's External Thinking Circuit." Only
upon learning this did I understand why Sivis could assist her incompetent superior so well—
it was simply a habit.
Due to this situation, the city, increasingly garrisoned by Xiling troops, had to find a new administrator
.
After 60,000 years of monotonous battles, Sandra had entered a period of burnout; this
war song princess, who didn't even want to fight, naturally had even less interest in managing the city.
Alaya, though a natural airhead, was
a piece of cake for one of the world's arbitration bodies. Unfortunately, her current job was to be a pet bird I kept in a cage.
Chen Jun could be completely ignored.
Ultimately, Sivis, one of our few high-ranking overseers, took office.
And now, Sivis, the city's highest administrator, was personally acting as a guide, leading the "Imperial
High Command" into a special Xiling research institute.
I, Chen Jun, Sandra, Lin Xue… almost everyone came.
We had only one goal—a spacetime sensing device.
This was a contraption specifically designed to scan the coordinates of unknown worlds in the void.
Just recently, Dingdang discovered a Xiling Empire psionic
alloy imbued with abyssal energy within a fragment of a starstone. This starstone fragment originated from the shattered space where Anvina was captured last time. This meant that
corrupted Xiling apostles, corrupted by abyssal power, had appeared in the world of Azeroth.
Neither abyssal power nor corrupted apostles could be ignored by the Empire.
We built this device to locate the world of Azeroth. However, strictly speaking, it wasn't a true spacetime sensing device
. Having lost most of the old Empire's data, we couldn't build it at all; what we had before us
was merely a half-finished product. It needs to be combined with Lin Xue's extraordinary sensory abilities to function. In other
words, its function is to amplify Lin Xue's sensory abilities and project them into the void to sense other worlds,
which is fundamentally different from the spacetime sensing devices of the old empire era that could truly scan the void independently.
However, for us, as long as it works, that's good. After all the preparations were completed, Lin Xue couldn't
wait to jump into the device.
"Wow! This is awesome! This thing is really powerful! Hey you, increase the energy output tenfold! No,
twentyfold! Damn, I have to see what that guy is writing, let me see... Hmm, the account is...
"
Lin Xue's cheers rang out from inside the machine. "This is amazing! I can see the whole Earth, no, the entire Milky Way,
so clearly! I saw Obama! He didn't brush his teeth! There's half a piece of cabbage stuck in his teeth..."
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Feeling a '#' appear above my head, I pounded on
the casing of the spacetime sensor: "Get to work properly! Otherwise, I'll put vibrators in all three of your holes and hang you up for ten days!"
Hearing my threat, Lin Xue felt her vagina and anus tighten simultaneously, instantly losing her erection, and began
obediently scanning the void.
Time passed second by second, and all sorts of chaotic signals were constantly being received. There were the fetal movements of a world's birth,
the echoes of a universe's destruction, and mostly meaningless noise.
Just as my patience was wearing thin, I finally heard a voice that lifted my spirits:
"...In the name of Elune... Zzz... Good heavens, it's the Dreadlord... Zzz... Stormwind reinforcements
... Zzz... Retreating to... the defensive line... Zzz..."
...
The Faith-class, one of the standard medium-sized warships of the Siling Empire.
But this was only by the standards of the Siling Empire; even in other ordinary alien empires, this was a behemoth that could be used as a capital ship. Not to mention 　　how astonishing
this warship was from the perspective of an Earthling . 　　 It was ten kilometers long and nearly three kilometers wide at its maximum. This warship was like a 　　steel fortress floating in the air. With a huge living area and two colony-class ecospheres, the Faith-class 　　was not classified as a combat ship in the Empire's order of battle; its role was that of a transport ship. However, the Siling Apostles, born for war, still 　　crammed it with cannons and shields. If anyone tries to exploit it like an ordinary transport ship, they 　　'll only end up breaking their own teeth. 　　 While the Faith-class isn't the most combat-capable ship we can currently build, it 　　's undoubtedly the most suitable type for this operation. 　　 The combat power of the Xiling warships is undeniable. However, this extreme pursuit of combat power makes the Xiling 　　warships appear exceptionally ferocious. This isn't a problem on the battlefield; rather, it's a deterrent. But 　　this time, we're going to Azeroth to act like saviors. 　　 After finding the coordinates of Azeroth, we didn't rush to set off. That place, ravaged by the Burning Legion...

The world of the dead is now filled with suspicion towards all otherworldly forces. If we rashly enter, the result will only
be that we have to deal with the siege of the native inhabitants before we even find the Fallen Apostles.
Therefore, we first established a mental link with Jaina, the famous and beautiful archmage of Azeroth, through that pseudo-space-time sensing device
; and deceived her by saying that we were beings who managed countless worlds, like gods.
Of course, Jaina wouldn't easily believe us. However, after informing her that we would send reinforcements to Theramore
, we decisively severed the mental link before she could react. This would
at least prevent her from launching an attack immediately after we arrived in Azeroth, while she would remain suspicious and wary.
Of course, all of the above was the reasoning and arrangement made by Chen Jun and Shandora. In fact,
what they were worried about was not a problem at all under my power of manipulation. However, having become addicted to playing the role of a charlatan in the Odor Empire last time
, I also welcomed this plan very much.
With everyone's approval, this plan was quickly implemented.
The Faith-class ship, with a relatively less menacing appearance, was selected, and numerous Xiling engineers
began further modifications. In the vast living quarters, the originally simple military-style facilities were transformed
into magnificent and imposing structures; in the two ecological colony spheres, with Dingdang's help, various
divine plants radiating holy power grew; even the entire hull of the warship was repainted, its milky-white surface
adorned with golden patterns mimicking the style of the Starfield Protoss.
On this warship, so modified that even the Starfield Protoss themselves would doubt its own creation
, five thousand elite Xiling soldiers had assembled. They would serve as the escort force before the Xiling mainframe established its base
, but the Xiling mainframe they were protecting had encountered a slight problem.
This expedition planned to use a total of eleven Xiling mainframes. However, these were not fully-fledged versions like Little Bubble
, but simple replicas lacking even basic emotional modules. These
simplified mainframes, possessing only a few functions and purely for use as automated construction tools, could be replicated in just a few hours. Moreover, the Xiling
mainframe can perform multiple operations simultaneously.
This cloning process, which should have only taken a few hours, was delayed
for dozens of hours due to my interference, and it still hasn't been completed as departure time approaches.
To make up for not seeing Bubble give birth last time, I had Bubble simulate childbirth
to produce these eleven clones again. This forced the cloning, which could have been done simultaneously, to be repeated
one at a time, eleven times in total.
I was in my private cabin in the living area. Although the sofa and sheets hadn't been changed yet,
a 'breast blanket' had already been laid on the floor. So, instead of on the bed, I directly pressed Bubble
to the ground and raped her mercilessly.
On this floor covered with Xiling's beautiful breasts, ten little girls who looked exactly like Bubble were scattered
around, sitting or lying down, their naked bodies covered in white semen stains. And in their center, Bubble, heavily pregnant, lay
supine on top of the breasts, legs spread open, receiving my rape. She was carrying the last Xiling mainframe.
The rape had been going on for dozens of hours. Semen, vaginal fluid, and amniotic fluid soaked into
the cleavage formed by the "blanket of breasts" beneath her, spreading outwards and flowing everywhere. Bubble was truly "soaked"
in these obscene liquids.
In these dozens of hours, Bubble's uterus was first filled with my semen. Then, with the relentless rape
, her lower abdomen gradually began to swell. Finally, she was born through my penis. This process
was repeated ten times. And now, she was experiencing the eleventh time.
Under my command, the vaginas of the Xiling Apostles had been simulated according to human standards, no longer in a
state of inhuman perfection. So, after dozens of hours of continuous rape and
ten births, Bubble's vagina, which looked almost like that of a ten-year-old, had become somewhat loose and saggy under this torment
.
However, fortunately, my greatest pleasure now was not in Bubble's vagina. With a thrusting motion, I brutally rammed
into the vagina, which had turned from a beautiful pink to a slightly purplish hue due to pregnancy. Bubble's short vagina
had deepened slightly because of this. But how deep could a vagina of this size really be? My thick penis had only
penetrated halfway before reaching the cervix.
The glans continued to penetrate, scraping the tender flesh of the cervix little by little, breaking
through this defense that I had already breached countless times, my penis mercilessly penetrating the uterus of this tiny pregnant woman.
My hands viciously pressed against Bubble's high, swollen belly, forcing the baby girl inside her to the cervix.
The large glans, deep inside the uterus, pressed against the baby's smooth head and rubbed wantonly against the surrounding uterine walls.
If it were an ordinary human, they would probably have already been raped to the point of miscarriage, both mother and child dead. But, both mother and
child were Bubble and her daughter from the Xiling host; I had no such worries, allowing me to indulge in unrestrained and depraved
acts.
With a fierce thrust, I rubbed against her uterus and the baby girl inside, then pulled out and thrust again,
repeating the process. This continued, my thick penis relentlessly ravaging the pregnant woman, Bubble.
Bubble had already succumbed to the endless pleasure hours before. To avoid affecting
the development of the baby within her, she had shut down her emotional state. Now, expressionless, she let me
ravage her uterus, looking no different from the simplified 'daughter' who had just been born beside her. Only her
two little legs, still tightly clamped around my waist, and her little buttocks that throbbed with each thrust, made her appear slightly
'different'.
Once again, I plunged my penis deep into Bubble's uterus, my urethra spraying semen wildly. The thick, white
semen quickly filled her uterus, soaking the baby girl inside.
Because I had thrust so fiercely into her uterus, all her amniotic fluid had ruptured and flowed out. Although what's developing inside
is the Xiling host, it won't actually die from this. However, without these 'nutrient solutions,'
the development time will increase exponentially. The key to ensuring Bubble's timely production is my constant...
The uterus was filled with semen. It was by absorbing this highly 'nutritious' semen that the baby girls in Bubble's womb
were able to be born one by one on time.
After comfortably soaking the baby girls in Bubble's uterus with semen, I thrust my penis and
began to churn inside Bubble's belly again. I continued to use my large penis to mercilessly abuse her uterus.
However, this time it didn't last long before Bubble loosened her legs from around my waist. Then, she
placed her hands on the 'breast blanket' on the ground, slightly supporting her body, and her lower abdomen began to contract.
The smooth head of the baby girl in Bubble's womb pressed against my glans, slowly pushing my throbbing penis out of
her vagina.
Having already experienced this ten times, I was no longer as flustered as the first time, and calmly withdrew my penis.
I saw the head of a baby girl, and then my penis emerged from Bubble's vaginal opening. Unlike
the arduous process of human childbirth, Bubble's delivery was a seamless affair. The little girl's legs were spread wide, and
the infant was squeezed out of her vagina like a sausage.
The tiny baby girl began to grow rapidly at a visible pace the moment she was born. Her arms and legs grew
thicker and longer; her hunched face slowly relaxed, becoming increasingly delicate and beautiful, just like Bubble;
soft, flowing hair gradually sprouted from her bald head, growing longer and longer.
Grabbing the newborn baby girl's legs and spreading them apart, she was now almost two or three years old
. I controlled my penis, making it as hard as an iron rod and slightly shrinking it. Then, without hesitation,
I thrust it into her tightly closed vulva, forcing my way into her pitifully narrow opening and rapidly
pumping in and out.
The girl was still growing rapidly; with each thrust, she would grow a year older. With almost every thrust,
I could feel the changes in her vagina. The strange feeling of my 'daughter' growing up being violated by my penis, even
after experiencing it ten times, still tantalized me. I seized every second, frantically
thrusting into that wondrous, tender hole.
Under my control, my penis gradually grew larger as her vagina matured. When the girl finally finished growing
, my penis, which had been relentlessly thrusting in and out of her vagina, became as thick as ever, stretching her newly deflowered
virgin vagina wide open.
Once fully grown, the girl opened her tightly closed eyes. A dense
stream of data began to flash in her clear pupils, indicating that she was starting up.
I immediately withdrew my penis from her vagina. Just as the data stream in the girl's eyes began to disappear, and her gaze became
empty, my thick penis, at the very moment this Xiling host successfully started up, was shoved into her mouth
. The first message this simple Xiling host, devoid of emotion, received from this world was
the taste of its own virgin blood and my penis. Then came the taste of semen gushing from her mouth.
The first entry she wrote in her log was being oral sex by her 'father'.
"Father, all eleven simplified Xiling mainframes have been produced. All combat preparations are complete, and
we are ready to march at any time," Bubble, whose emotional module had been reactivated after producing the mainframes,
reported to me as she rose from a pile of breasts. Her still-open vagina was like a leaky faucet, with various mixed
fluids gushing out incessantly.
Pulling my penis out of the Xiling mainframe's mouth, I wiped the remaining semen from it with her hair, and
without turning back, commanded, "Notify everyone to depart!"
Chapter 34 Arrival in Azeroth
The real Azeroth is clearly different from what we know from the Warcraft game.
After all, information from another world must travel through the void and influence people to create a story in the form of inspiration
. In this process, information distortion and gaps are inevitable. After the creators added details,
the story we encounter is somewhat different from the real Azeroth.
First, the Burning Legion's invasion was delayed. Then, Sylvanas broke free from Arthas's
control ahead of schedule. As a result, the orcs established a foothold in Kalimdor, and the Forsaken established a kingdom in Old Lordaeron.
However, the great war that would determine the fate of the world had not yet broken out. Even the Scourge was driven out of Tirisfal
and into Northrend. Arthas became the Lich King before Archimonde died.
Although the Burning Legion could still invade at any time, at least the world was not as tragic as depicted in the game. However, the conflict between the Alliance and the Horde was relatively more intense. This might be even 　　worse
for some factions caught in the middle . On a deserted island near the port city of Theramore on 　　 the eastern coast of Kalimdor, 　　 Jaina Proudmoore, the Queen of Theramore, 　　awaited with an army. Even now, she was still unsure of the 　　situation she was facing. 　　 A powerful mage, in a dark chamber within her capital city, protected by numerous magical arrays, was suddenly 　　invaded from within. Although the being speaking directly into her mind claimed to be 　　a 'god' who ruled the world, the damage inflicted by the Burning Legion was still fresh in her mind. In fact, those demons still 　　threatened all of Azeroth. 　　 She couldn't be sure whether the being was truly a god, another demonic army, or simply 　　a prank by a powerful mage. Regardless, Jaina had to react. She gathered 　　all the forces she could recall and brought them to the location the intruder had provided. Although she didn't 　　know what such a small force could accomplish if it truly was another demonic army. 　　 Just as Jaina was still troubled, a change occurred on the sea. The ever-present sea breeze 　　suddenly ceased, and even the rolling waves calmed. But increasingly dense dark clouds gathered in the sky, 　　with rolling thunder rumbling from within. The air itself began to tremble, as if something powerful was approaching this 　　space. This eerie sight made Jaina's soldiers uneasy. 　　 Just as the mages in the army were busy casting calming spells on their soldiers, a powerful energy surge suddenly erupted.

Suddenly, a golden light descended from the sky. Then, more golden lights pierced through the dark clouds. A golden
gate appeared on the horizon, slowly opening. A warship, far larger than Jaina and the others could have imagined,
flew out from the golden gate.
This magnificent warship, as large as a fortress and radiating holy light, slowly descended onto the sea after emerging from the golden gate
. Just as it hovered in mid-air, a group of people dressed in magnificent silver-white battle robes
flew out of the warship. At the same time, a powerful force, imperceptible to everyone,
swept across the entire continent of Azeroth. In that instant, Jaina, who had still harbored some wariness, was free of doubt. In this turbulent
time, her constantly anxious heart suddenly became incredibly calm and peaceful.
That was God; as long as she wholeheartedly served Him with her own body, all danger and suffering would no longer
be terrifying, and she would obtain eternal happiness. Jaina's eyes shone with an unprecedented piety and fervor, just
like the entire army behind her.
Whether in my past life or this one, Earth has always had the Warcraft series of games.
I was naturally familiar with Jaina. Standing before this woman I had known for two lifetimes, I scrutinized her closely.
She had beautiful, shoulder-length blonde hair, captivating blue eyes, and a curvaceous, alluring figure. Her sky-blue mage
robes added an elegant touch, making her even more alluring.
Compared to Sandra, who also had blonde hair and blue eyes; if Sandra's beauty was so exquisite it was almost intoxicating, then Jaina's
beauty was so sexy it would ignite any man's lust at first sight.
I was no exception; in fact, my lust was even more intense and unrestrained. Without any hesitation
, I pulled out my penis and offered it to her.
Jaina bowed deeply, leading her army in a devout kneeling position. Sensing
the approach of the 'god,' her heart pounded faster and faster, as excited as when she first entered Dalaran and became an apprentice of Antonidas
to learn magic.
Just as she was wildly imagining what the 'god' would say to her first words, she suddenly felt
a hot, fleshy mass press against her forehead. Startled, Jaina looked up. With her movement
, my glans rubbed against her delicate skin, sliding from her forehead to the bridge of her nose.
Seeing the 'god's' thick, hard penis pressed against her face, Jaina was overjoyed. 'This
…
the great god is actually using his noble cock to fuck my face, this is…this is such an honor!'
Her watery blue eyes shone with a dazed and feverish light. Jaina quickly tilted her beautiful face upwards,
moving her head to match the rubbing of the glans, allowing the purplish-red glans to more comfortably ravage her smooth face.
Feeling the smooth, tender sensation on my glans, I squinted my eyes in pleasure. I had assumed that this
female leader, who had led her followers and endured hardship across oceans to build her empire, would have rough skin from her past exposure to the elements. But
I had seriously underestimated the magical power of Azeroth. Even magical civilizations like Vidis and the Odor
could invent so many beauty treatments to keep their noblewomen's skin as delicate as a young
girl's; Azeroth was naturally even more so. My glans rubbed against Jaina's delicate face, and
the tenderness I felt was significantly better than on Vidis's side, almost on par with the beauties of the Xiling.
Holding my penis, I pressed the glans against Jaina's face; I wantonly scribbled on her face,
thoroughly ravaging her sexy features; only then did I ejaculate into her pretty face with pleasure, spraying thick, sticky semen all over her face
.
Sprayed with my semen, Jaina took it as a glorious gift from the "gods."
She couldn't help but excitedly turn her head, tilting her face slightly upwards to display her face covered in semen to her
subordinates, eliciting cheers.
Jaina's soldiers and mages, kneeling on the ground waiting for a long time, had begun to secretly look up
, discovering that their leader seemed to be being violated by the "gods." Because of the angle,
they couldn't see clearly and found it hard to believe that a mere mortal could receive the blessing of being violated by the "gods," even if this
woman was their worshipped leader. But at this moment, when Jaina proudly displayed the semen on her face,
they could finally be certain. Their female leader had even been recognized by the gods, who had bestowed upon her sacred
semen. A deafening cheer erupted.
Not having time to watch her subordinates' excitement, Jaina dared not neglect the "gods" too much. She only briefly
showed off her face covered in semen before turning her head back. Then, her sexy red lips were shoved into
the thick, large penis that had just ejaculated on her face.
'Could it be? The great god just violated my face, and now he's going to fuck my mouth? This...this is simply
...' Jaina was so surprised she could hardly believe it, but her mouth didn't dare to slack off, sucking diligently.
Behind her were my five thousand Xiling army, and in front were Jaina's loyal soldiers. Amidst these countless warriors
, I gently swayed my penis, stirring it wantonly in the mouth of this legendary beautiful mage. Enjoying her sexy
lips, warm flesh, and smooth, fragrant tongue.
Feeling the thick penis in her mouth, Jaina, her pretty face flushed with excitement under the continuous 'blessings' of the 'god,'
almost used all her strength, employing her mouth with all her might.
Her red lips pursed, tightly gripping my penis; she sucked hard in her mouth, pressing her inner flesh against the hot shaft;
she then vigorously moved her head, swallowing and spitting out, rubbing her inner flesh against the shaft; her nimble tongue
was tireless, swirling up and down between the glans and the shaft.
A large army had gathered on this remote island, yet no one made a sound, except for the
occasional slurping sounds from Jaina's diligent licking and sucking. In this strange setting, I quickly reached my climax, cupping Jaina
's head and sending large spurts of semen into her mouth, which she then swallowed whole.
Feeling my penis being licked clean in Jaina's mouth, I pulled out with satisfaction, lifting her
chin and saying, "Very good. As expected of the Jaina Proudmoore, renowned throughout Azeroth, you made me..."
"The penis is very satisfied. Now, take me to your city and give me a proper explanation of the current situation."
The port city of Theramore
—the city Jaina herself built—held countless memories for her. It was here that she led
the refugees of Lordaeron to escape the threat of the undead, earning her the reputation of a hero. It was also here that she allowed
the Horde to kill her father, accusing her of betraying humanity. Now, still here, she gloriously
became the flesh toilet for the great true god to vent his lust.
These days, Jaina felt her life had reached its glorious peak.
All the voices that had questioned and despised her, whether openly or secretly, had disappeared, leaving only envious and jealous glances.
All of this was because of the penis that was thrusting incessantly inside her. Thinking of this,
Jaina, lying on the table with her snowy buttocks raised, receiving the thrusts, cried out even more proudly with each stroke of the penis. This drew
even more envy from the gaze that had been fixed on her.
The gaze was fixed on Tyrande Whisperwind, who had just arrived in Theramore.
The spatial tremors caused by her arrival, along with the news of Jaina's messenger's descent of the "True God,"
spread rapidly throughout Azeroth. Without a shred of doubt, under my world-sweeping power of manipulation,
all living beings, except for three I deliberately left unaffected, believed the news without question.
All the nobles of Azeroth were discussing one issue: how to best
appease us, the True Gods of the Skyrim. And their twisted consciousness would ultimately lead to only one conclusion:
send the most beautiful and high-ranking women to serve my phallus.
It was against this backdrop that Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage was urgently awakened from the Emerald Dream.
Without hesitation, he immediately brought his wife—the Priestess of the Moon, Tyrande Whisperwind—to
Theramore. Their swift response made them the second most powerful representatives to arrive, after the orcs.
The cunning Malfurion was secretly pleased. It was clear that the
"Father of the Night Elves," who was currently raping Jaina, had a similar aesthetic sense to humans and was completely uninterested in orcs. He
saw this as an opportunity. Malfurion was quite confident in his wife's beauty.
He tugged at his wife's priestess robes, bringing Tyrande, who was watching Jaina being violated with envy, back to reality. Malfurion
bowed deeply to me: "Great Father of the Night Elves, your descent to save this afflicted
world is deeply appreciated by us. We, the Night Elves, will be your most devout and humble servants in the world.
To show our subservience, please allow me to offer my wife—
Tyrande Whisperwind, the leader of the Night Elves and Priestess of the Moon—for your pleasure."
Hearing her husband's words, Tyrande walked towards me with alluring cat-like steps. After the War of the Ancients, having abandoned
the ways of the upper nobility, Tyrande, who revered nature, hadn't walked like this in a long time. Now,
however, she was forced to dig out those dissolute high elf manners from the depths of her memory, trying her best
to appear more alluring and seductive.
This place was the meeting hall of Theramore, with a huge round conference table in the center. This meant that
if Tyrande, standing opposite, wanted to come over, she had to circle the table,
repeating her awkward cat-like steps many times.
It was at this conference table that Jaina had deliberated countless proposals that determined the fate of Theramore. Now,
she was still in that familiar seat of honor. However, she wasn't sitting in a chair. That poor chair had been
thrown far away to the corner.
Now, Jaina was sprawled on the table where she used to keep her documents. Her legs dangled over the edge of the table, a large stack of municipal
documents cushioned her lower abdomen, making her snowy buttocks stick up high. My penis thrust in and out of her juicy
honey pot with a series of slurping sounds, constantly drawing out Jaina's glistening nectar. The lewd fluid flowed down,
soaking the documents folded beneath her abdomen.
Before, standing opposite me, I couldn't see clearly. I could only see me relentlessly pounding Jaina's snowy buttocks. Now,
she was beside me. Tyrande could clearly see Jaina's pink flesh gripping my thick
penis tightly, being pulled in and out with each thrust.
This made Tyrande, who had been secretly fantasizing about how I would violate her on the way here, wet her own vagina
. She stood beside me, slightly aroused, but dared not lean against me.
One hand rested on Jaina's snowy buttocks, my penis continuing to thrust rapidly in her honey pot; the other hand wrapped around Tyrande
's slender waist, pulling her into my arms. My fingers, without hesitation, directly inserted between her legs.
Tyrande had deliberately worn a thin priestess robe to be fucked. My fingers, still attached to
her robe, pressed directly into her vagina. Feeling the robe separating my fingers from her warm flesh
quickly becoming wet, I smiled kindly at her.
"You're not used to this affected manner, are you? Don't be too reserved in front of me. Just be
yourself in front of me."
Tyrande seemed a little surprised by my words, looking at me with slight astonishment.
I smiled kindly at her again, withdrew my fingers from Tyrande's vagina, and slapped her buttocks.
"Go. Put on your armor, ride your white tiger, and wait for me outside the hall. I'm going to fuck the
white tiger priestess Tyrande Whisperwind, who once galloped across countless battlefields and participated in the war of salvation, not this
sycophantic woman walking with awkward cat-like steps.
" "Great true god..." Tyrande was so excited she couldn't speak.
She took a deep breath, bowed to me, and turned to leave the hall. As she passed Malfurion, she
glared at him fiercely. It seemed it was his idea to fawn over me while wearing a thin priest's robe and swaying like a cat.
"This… great true god, please allow me to take my leave as well, to help my wife
prepare for your defilement," a somewhat embarrassed Malfurion apologized and also withdrew.
With no one else in the hall, I thrust into Jaina's cunt with all my might. After a long while, I finally
ejaculated into her womb with satisfaction. By this time, Jaina had already orgasmed countless times, her movements a result of my thrusting.
She was completely drained of energy.
Even though she was a powerful archmage, under the influence of a penis, she
was no different from an ordinary Earth woman. And this was before even using my enhanced penis and aphrodisiac abilities. If I were
to play with her like I did with Lady Lin Dingfeng before, she would have been ecstatically overwhelmed.
I pulled out my penis and left Jaina, who lay motionless on the table. With my engorged penis still erect, I
walked out of the hall.
Chapter 35 Riding a White Tiger
Outside the council hall of Theramore, there was a small square.
It wasn't large, only able to hold about a hundred people. Tyrande was currently waiting there with twenty or thirty 'sentinels.'
Her husband, Malfurion, and my lieutenant, Sivis, seemed to be giving them instructions.
Seeing me walk out of the hall, Malfurion quickly approached. "Great God. My wife is
ready to be violated by you at any time."
He nodded without speaking, waving his hand to shoo away the great druid who was about to be cuckolded. I walked directly
towards Tyrande. My loyal lieutenant, Sivis, followed behind me. The 'sentinels
' who had been huddled together parted to the sides as I approached, revealing the Priestess of the Moon, Tyrande, in the center.
The white tiger that had carried Tyrande through countless battles lay on the ground with its back to me, its head held high
. It looked like a fur-trimmed recliner.
Tyrande leaned against the white tiger's back, her hands gripping her Elune's Bow behind her head. Her two
long, beautiful legs were bent and spread apart, her bare feet resting on the white tiger's back, her pert buttocks positioned between her legs
. If her legs were like blooming petals, then her purple vulva would be the alluring stamen.
As I had instructed, Tyrande donned her armor. However, while the lewd armor before me was indeed in
the style of the Night Elves, it certainly wasn't Tyrande's own.
I turned to Sivis and asked, "Did you find her armor?"
Sivis nodded, then shook his head. "I got it, but I didn't provide it. This armor originally
belonged to this lady; it was what she wore to the battlefield. I just had the Xiling engineers modify it a bit
."
"Fortunately, Night Elf armor naturally exposes large areas of skin, such as the abdomen, making it quite
sexy. So, I only made changes in two places." As he spoke, Sivis pulled a
whip from a spatial rift. "First, the chest. I removed the part covering the breasts, but I still kept the breastplate. However,
there's not much left; it looks like just a ring of lace wrapped around the breasts."
Sivis explained to me while waving the whip,
circling and poking at Tyrande's exposed breasts; he even used the tip of the whip to pluck Tyrande's purple nipples a few times.
Tyrande remained silent and unmoved. She simply gazed at me with a devout and fanatical look, her feet
still firmly planted on the white tiger's back, her hands gripping Elune's Bow tightly behind her head.
"The second change is to her genitals. It was originally a thong style. I did the same
treatment as her breasts. I removed the small piece of armor that covered her vulva, but kept the border pattern." The whip slid
down, circling Tyrande's vulva.
"Oh, right," Sivis added, remembering something else, "I also shaved her pubic hair.
How can a white tiger priestess not be a white tiger?"
Sivis waved the whip, casually flicking Tyrande's clitoris a few times. Unexpectedly,
the white tiger priestess suddenly climaxed. A glistening jet of fluid gushed out, startling
us slightly.
Even as Tyrande climaxed, she remained firmly in her position, displaying
the resilience of a savior heroine. The only change was that she lowered her eyes, embarrassed to look at me again. She had clearly prepared
her vagina to serve me, but before even receiving a penis, she had already started to squirt. This lapse seemed to make Tyrande
feel a little ashamed of her dereliction of duty.
Looking at Tyrande, I continued, "Was her current posture also arranged by you?"
"Yes, it was all arranged by me. I didn't actually put handcuffs, shackles, or a gag on her, but
she had to bend her legs, put her hands behind her back, and keep her mouth tightly shut, restraining herself even more firmly than if she were actually bound by props
. A leader of a race, a noble priestess of the moon, a seasoned general,
a heroine who participated in the war of salvation. Now, she rides her war pet, wears her armor, and holds
her weapon. Yet she remains motionless, allowing you to rape her as you please."
Sivis spoke passionately, his whip waving again.
"Do you want to play with this leader's little mouth?" Sivis shoved the whip into Tyrande's mouth,
stirring it wantonly. "Please enjoy yourself!"
"Would you like to play with this moon goddess's breasts?" Sivis pressed the whip against Tyrande's nipple
, rubbing it deeply into her flesh. "Please enjoy yourself as well!"
"Would you like to play with this general's asshole?" Sivis thrust the whip into Tyrande's anus,
pumping it rapidly a few times. "Please enjoy yourself as well!"
"Would you like to play with this hero's cunt?" Sivis raised the whip high. "Fuck it to pieces!" The whip
lashed down, striking Tyrande's clitoris again.
Her clitoris was whipped, and her body shuddered violently. But just as Sivis had said, this great heroine
restrained herself tightly, maintaining a submissive posture, allowing herself to be played with. "Father of the Nation. 　　Tyrande Whisperwind,
leader of the Sisterhood of Elune, founder of the Sentinels, and leader of the Night Elves— is ready to be violated by you at any time." Sivis put away his whip, slightly 　　bowing and turning to the side in a gesture of invitation. "Please enjoy the flesh of this heroine 　　to your heart's content." 　　 As expected of my female adjutant, she understands my thoughts perfectly. She probably knew exactly what I wanted as soon as she heard that I had Tyrande in armor riding a white tiger to 　　be fucked. In such a short time, she's arranged everything so perfectly to my liking.

I felt increasingly dependent on this loyal female adjutant.
I spread my legs and mounted the white tiger. I moved my hips little by little, forcing my penis against Tyrande's tender purple
vulva. The head of my penis rubbed back and forth against Tyrande's full vulva, but she remained silent and motionless. However,
the muscles in her lower abdomen visibly contracted and twitched a few times, indicating that she was feeling quite intensely.
After a few rubs, the head of my penis pressed against Tyrande's clitoris. Even the powerful Moon Priestess, I don't know
how to train the clitoris's defense; Sivis's whip had just lashed her quite badly. Controlling my penis, I made
the 'lubricant' secreted from the urethral opening have a healing effect. I held my penis and made the urethral opening 'kiss' Tyrande's clitoris.
I gently rubbed it, enjoying the pleasure of violating her little bean while spreading the 'lubricant' all over her
clitoris, healing her injury .
The pleasure of the clitoris and the head of my penis rubbing against each other, combined with the comfort of being healed. Not to mention
, the injury was actually healed by the rubbing of my glans . Although the injury was so minor as to be almost negligible, for
Tyrande, who had entered a fanatical state, it was yet another reminder that she was about to be fucked by a 'great
true god'. Just thinking about it made her vagina incredibly excited. All of this brought Tyrande
close to the edge of orgasm.
I coated my clitoris with my 'lubricant,' and with a slid of my glans, I finally reached the entrance of her wet vagina.
With a gentle push, using Tyrande's own vaginal fluid, I easily squeezed into her vagina. First the glans
, then the shaft. As I went deeper, Tyrande also reacted. Her toes clenched tightly, and her legs tightened more and more
.
When my penis reached the end of her vagina, the priestess could no longer hold back and had her third orgasm
.
Feeling the pleasure of the rushing fluid washing over my glans, I didn't rush to thrust. Instead, he reached out and pinched Tyrande's
breasts, playing with them wantonly.
Three consecutive orgasms inevitably caused Tyrande's body to sag slightly. Feeling the
large penis inserted into her vagina, a person whose profession was serving the gods could not tolerate
the slightest lapse in her service. She immediately twisted her body, her limbs, which had just relaxed slightly,
contracting forcefully again. Her body tensed, preparing to present her flesh to the 'god' in the best position for his pleasure
.
Seeing Tyrande's movements, I thrust my penis in as she wished, pumping it
in and out of her vagina without restraint. My hands didn't relax either, continuing to grab and knead her breasts at will.
Riding on the white tiger, thrusting my penis, I defiled the fully armed white tiger priestess lying on it. I
quickly ejaculated my first load of semen inside her vagina.
But this did not quell my lust. Without even pulling out, having just ejaculated, I
continued thrusting my still-hard penis inside Tyrande's vagina. Her wet
vaginal walls, soaked with her fluids and my semen, clung tightly to my shaft, contracting and writhing with my movements.
This powerful heroine, so devoutly, silently allowed me to play with her. Wanting to feel her delicate
skin, I caressed her body; wanting to play with her breasts, I could easily grab and knead them. My penis
galloped pleasurably within her vagina, sending this heroine to orgasm several times before ejaculating thick semen into her uterus once more
.
But it wasn't over yet. The glans, still pressed against her cervix, began to
slowly circle, stirring the sensitive flesh of her vagina. One hand still kneaded Tyrande's breasts, while the other
inserted fingers into her mouth, where a smooth, fragrant tongue immediately curled up and began licking. I seized that
lively tongue and dragged it out of my mouth. Letting saliva dribble from the corner of her mouth, Tyrande obediently opened her mouth and stuck out her
tongue, letting my fingers pinch and play with it.
One hand played with her breasts, the other pinched her tongue, while my penis continued to thrust in and out of her vagina. Watching
this female leader of the night elves so submissively allow me to play with her body at will, I couldn't help but quicken my thrusts, then
ejaculated into her womb for the third time.
After ejaculating three times, I wanted to catch my breath. I quietly soaked my penis in Tyrande's honeypot,
my hands roaming and caressing her body.
Seeing this, Sivis, who had been standing silently behind me, clapped his hands.
Just as I was somewhat puzzled, the sentinels who had been standing around for a long time suddenly moved.
The sentinels—an organization founded by Tyrande herself—only recruited female members. And those she brought along to
'serve' the god were naturally the most beautiful among them.
These beautiful female sentinels, centered around Tyrande and me, began an ancient war dance, a ritual to the gods.
These night elf beauties moved with light, graceful steps, fluttering around us like butterflies.
Their armor was all treated the same as Tyrande's, exposing their breasts and vulvas. With each movement,
waves of breasts swayed and flesh shimmered. The originally elegant and heroic war dance became utterly lewd.
Stimulated by the surrounding erotic dance, my penis began to throb again. And right before me was this
beautiful female general, whom I could rape at will. Naturally, I thrust my cock and began to enjoy her.
Surrounded by the alluring war dance of the beautiful, fleshy sentinels, I, in the center, both admired the lewd dance and
reveled in the general's exquisite body. Once, twice, three times, I tirelessly
unleashed my lust on Tyrande, filling her lower abdomen with my semen until it swelled slightly. Semen and vaginal fluids flowed incessantly
, turning the white tiger we were riding into a wet slick.
Only when the sturdy sentinels were too exhausted to jump any further did I temporarily release the Priestess of the Moon beneath me.
I dismounted, gripping my penis and continuously ejaculating, staining Tyrande's body a white, cloudy mess.
I nodded in satisfaction and had the sentinels carry her to Jaina's room; we'd continue our threesome later.
As for Tyrande's cuckolded druid husband, who had been waiting for ages, I didn't even bother to speak to him.
I left without a glance, not even letting him near. I immediately ordered Sivis to announce to Malfurion
that I had taken his wife.
In the days that followed, the Siling Fortress outside the city expanded rapidly under the care of Chen Jun and Shandora.
Meanwhile, I spent my days having sex with Jaina and Tyrande, leaving my semen scattered throughout Theramore.
As time passed, envoys from other races of Azeroth arrived one after another. I accepted all the beauties they brought
, leaving the real business to Chen Jun and Shandora. Just like in the original story, under
the call of us 'gods,' the various races united to form the 'Saviors' Army. In reality, due to my altered consciousness, the 'Saviors'
Army' was established much faster and easier than in the original story. They cooperated with the Siling army
to fight against the slowly emerging enemy forces.
More and more Siling legions were produced, and a space fleet was also deployed. However, we
gained no advantage whatsoever. We had the Saviors Army as cannon fodder, while the enemy had the Scourge and the Burning Legion. We have
a space fleet, and naturally, we have no shortage of fallen apostles from the Xiling Empire. They even dispatched an
Eternal-class strategic fortress ship, tens of kilometers long. Facing this behemoth, even with two Emperor-level apostles on our side, we
were having a tough time.
The battle reached a stalemate, and Chen Jun and Sandra were nowhere to be seen all day.
As for me…
Jaina and Tyrande were the main course, with a constant stream of beauties from humans and night elves as side dishes.
They were busy spreading the flames of war across the world, while I was busy spewing semen all over the room.
“The problem with the ‘Saviour Army’ is getting more and more serious.”
That day, as usual, I was rolling around in bed with Jaina and Tyrande when Sandra suddenly rushed in. Always
so queenly, she was no exception today.
"We, the Fallen Apostles, the Burning Legion, and the Saviors. Of these four forces, the largest in number is
the Saviors, composed of all races of Azeroth. They should have been holding back a large number of enemy troops for us, just
like the Burning and Scourge. But now, the Saviors' role is becoming smaller and smaller. More and more
undead and demons that they should have been holding back have joined our battle lines, diverting our already strained forces
."
"Why is this happening?" I asked, lying on the bed, somewhat puzzled. Jaina and Tyrande, however, were completely unresponsive to our conversation
, focused on licking my penis.
"The problem between the Alliance and the Horde, the growing rift between them, has seriously affected
the development of the entire war."
"That's impossible." I was shocked. I had clearly used my power of alteration to reshape all of Azeroth . Now all races should be my followers. How could 　　they be holding each other back to this extent, even after
I explicitly ordered them to put aside their differences ? 　　 "Now both sides see us as true gods, and this situation shouldn't have happened. But it's all 　　because of you." 　　 Sandra's sharp eyes were fixed on the two tongues licking my penis, her face showing obvious dissatisfaction 　　. 　　 "These past few days you've raped countless beauties sent by the Alliance, but haven't touched a single one sent by the Horde. I 　　know it's unlikely you'll actually sleep with those orcs, tauren, or trolls. The blood elves 　　can't send any beauties because Silvermoon City is under siege. But the fact that the Alliance is exclusively favored by your dick is still 　　making the Horde unstable. In fact, they even suspect they've been abandoned by our 'gods.' This makes 　　them quite frustrated. Some in the Alliance are also taking the opportunity to bully them. In short, even a church composed of fanatics 　　will have factional infighting, let alone these arch-enemies. Even though we won't actually 　　fight under our strict orders, it's already reached the point where we can't fight together." 　　 At this point, Shandora raised her chin and commanded me, "So, you shouldn't be playing with women anymore 　　." 　　 Of course, I couldn't accept such an order. But what Shandora said was indeed a problem. Although 　　the Salvation Army was just cannon fodder, the main force still depended on the Xiling Legion. However, in war, caution is always better than no fault. 　　 If we really lose, then there will be no more opportunities to cheat. 　　 I lowered my head and thought for a moment, then an idea came to me. I pushed Jaina and Tyrande aside, got up and walked to Shandora. 　　 I pressed her head down, shoved my penis into her tempting little mouth, and began to feed her with my semen. 　　 "Leave this problem to me. To put it bluntly, it's just that I haven't fucked any Horde women, I'll just go and fuck 　　some." 　　 Chapter 36 Purifying Sylvanas 　　 The sea near the port city of Theramore 　　 A siege tower of anti-proton orbital defense cannons appeared here overnight, and 　　was regarded as yet another miracle by the residents of Theramore. 　　 This six-pointed star-shaped steel floating island, almost half the size of Theramore, has nearly half of its area as an 　　alloy platform. A temporary platform has been erected on this platform, and I am sitting in a chair in the center of the platform 　　. As usual, two beautiful women are kneeling below me, licking my penis. However, it wasn't 　　Jaina and Tyrande who had been serving me lately. It was 　　 Sally Whitemane and Bridget Abidis. Seeing these two 　　characters, who had once charged at me in the game only to be killed, now alive before me, kneeling reverently, their tongues incessantly 　　licking my penis, was a truly strange feeling. Around us stood a squad of 　　female Scarlet Crusaders clad in crimson robes. 　　 Whether it was Sally and Bridget, or the ordinary Scarlet Crusaders standing nearby, they all 　　wore only a bright red Crusader robe. Their naked bodies, wrapped in the thin robes, exuded a lascivious 　　aura. Their snow-white thighs were exposed, the front of the robe barely covering their private parts, fluttering in the breeze, 　　 revealing glimpses of their alluring valleys. 　　 Sally Whitemane and Bridget Abidis, in this mutated world, neither of these two beauties 　　has yet embarked on the path of the 'Game'. But that's no problem; under my direct orders, a new 　　Grand Inspector and a new Grand General make their dazzling debut. The grace from the 'True God' has enabled these two beauties to...

This has made them shining new stars of the Scarlet Crusade. At the same time, it has fueled their fanaticism towards me.
Soon, they will help me perform an important ritual: to have the Banshee Queen Sylvanas
undergo 'purification' under my penis.
This will be a milestone in the history of Azeroth.
Under my manipulated consciousness,
in the eyes of those fanatical followers of the Holy Light who seek the complete end of the undead, being 'purified' by my penis
is more thorough than the 'purification' of the undead through slaughter in the past. And for Sylvanas, as the leader of the Forsaken, to be 'purified'
is equivalent to the entire Forsaken race undergoing 'purification'. From now on, in their hearts, the 'Holy War'
has been won, and the Forsaken will be treated as an ordinary race. The
Forsaken themselves, needless to say, see their queen's rape by me as
a crucial ritual of divine redemption and rebirth.
For the other races of the Horde, even the most despised undead can receive my 'forgiving redemption.'
Their fear of being treated differently by the gods will be somewhat alleviated. Some Grand Alliance supporters
will tone down their mockery of the Horde a bit.
In short, Shandora's complaints should be somewhat alleviated. "Where is Sylvanas?" 　　I asked Sivis,
lounging in my chair, enjoying the soft tongues of Sally and Bridget . 　　 After a moment of silence, seemingly checking through the Imperial network, Sivis replied, "She's 　　arrived below the platform and is ascending the teleportation point. She'll be there soon." 　　 Sylvanas Windrunner, the former Ranger-General and now the Banshee Queen, was carrying a heavy alloy cross, walking towards me step by step. Originally naked, she 　　had donned her black cloak 　　at my insistence . 　　 Without the cloak, she wouldn't look like a Dark Ranger, and I leered as I admired this tragic, legendary heroine 　　. 　　 Her beauty, emanating from the High Elves, remained undiminished even in death. 　　Her ashen skin and gray hair, transformed into undead, ironically gave her an unusual allure. Her full 　　breasts and pert buttocks made her body incredibly alluring. 　　 The Banshee Queen's arms were spread wide, firmly bound to the cross on her back. The cross 　　had a slight bulge near her shoulders, pushing her chest forward and making her two full breasts appear even more prominent 　　. 　　 Instead of coming directly to me, Sylvanas stopped before the platform where I sat. The heavy 　　cross on her back was secured in a corresponding groove in the ground. 　　 I patted Sally and Bridget on the head, stood up, and led them to Sylvanas. 　　 "Begin," I commanded. 　　 Sally and Bridget quickly ran from behind me to either side of Sylvanas. First, he bowed respectfully to me 　　, then his face hardened as he turned to Sylvanas and demanded, "Who stands before me?" 　　 Sylvanas bowed her head humbly and replied, "Sinner Sylvanas Windrunner." 　　 "What sin have you committed?" 　　 "The dead cannot rest in their graves, and the spirits roam the world. My existence is the sin that disrupts the order of life and death." 　　 "Why have you come here?" 　　 "I pray to the great true god to defile my lowly cunt with his noble cock. 　　To purify my filthy body with his holy semen, so that I may be reborn." 　　 After this exchange, Sally and Bridget went to either end of the cross binding Sylvanas and pressed 　　the red buttons at both ends. The cross began to sink into the grooves that held it in place, and Sylvanas bent 　　her legs until she finally knelt on the ground. Only when her head was at the same level as my penis 　　did Sally and Bridget release the buttons. 　　 Returning to Sylvanas's sides, the two shouted simultaneously, "Sinner Sylvanas, open your 　　filthy little mouth and welcome the noble cock of the great true god!" 　　 Sylvanas immediately opened her mouth wide. 　　 "Great true god, please lend me your noble cock to 'purify' this undead's filthy little 　　mouth," Sally pleaded, kneeling between my legs. After receiving my nod of agreement, she held my engorged 　　penis in her hands and offered it to Sylvanas. 　　 Bridget, meanwhile, grabbed Sylvanas's white hair with one hand and pulled her chin with the other. And so, 　　my penis was forced into Sylvanas's wide-open mouth. "You lowly undead, thank the true god for his grace 　　!" 　　 *Slap!* Sally slapped Sylvanas across the face. "You lowly undead, 　　are you just going to sit here with your mouth open, enjoying the privilege of having a big cock fuck you? Hurry up and start sucking! You call yourself the Banshee Queen, and you 　　can't even lick a cock properly?" 　　 Although, due to the angle, it was more like a light slap on the face than a slap from Sally, 　　Sylvanas still quickly began to suck. However, after only a few sucks, 　　Sylvanas let out a soul shriek with a mournful face. 　　 "I...I'm just a corpse, I don't have saliva. Sucking will pull on the cock..." 　　 With her mouth blocked by my cock, she had no choice but to speak in this way. 　　 The soul shriek, a skill unique to the undead, made Sally and Bridget frown in disgust. But 　　there was no time to dwell on that. Bridget grabbed Sylvanas's hair with one hand and pulled her chin with the other 　　, tilting her face upwards and kissing her. He poured his saliva into Sylvanas's mouth. 　　 Sally, taking advantage of this moment, leaned over and took my penis into her mouth, 　　 sucking and swallowing it gently. She licked every corner of Sylvanas's mouth wet with her tongue, then poured a large amount of saliva into her mouth. 　　 Bridget grabbed Sylvanas's head and pulled it towards my penis. Sally quickly spat out my penis and 　　gently placed it back into the Banshee Queen's mouth. 　　 It was more like lightly covering it than gently supporting it. Sally's hands, one above the other, covered my penis. Bridget...

Bridget grabbed Sylvanas's head and pulled it up, then pulled her hand back, allowing my penis to enter the Banshee Queen
's small mouth. As Bridget pulled Sylvanas's head back, she again used her hand
to cover the shaft as it slowly withdrew from her mouth.
This time, with Bridget's saliva as lubrication, Sylvanas gave me oral sex quite smoothly. She sucked and
licked, making my penis sizzle and slurp. The Banshee Queen's mouth was no less enjoyable than
a living person's, just as soft and tender. Although it was an undead body without temperature, the cool sensation had a
unique charm. Especially with Sally covering my penis with her hand, sometimes letting it slide into her cool mouth, sometimes being
enveloped in her warm hand, there was a subtle pleasure of ice and fire intertwined.
I placed one hand on Sally's face, who was kneeling before me, my fingers teasing her tongue and vaginal
muscles; the other hand rose and pressed against Bridget's breasts, kneading them wantonly through the thin layer of her battle robe; Sylvanas
, meanwhile, was being held down by her head, her mouth constantly teasing my penis. Finally, I thrust my hips forward, plunging
deep into Sylvanas's mouth, ejaculating a large amount of thick semen into her mouth. A delighted Sylvanas
swallowed it all, her stomach empty for so long.
As soon as my penis was withdrawn from Sylvanas's mouth, Sally immediately took it in, licking up
the remaining semen. Bridget glanced enviously, then, with a glint in her eye, pulled Sylvanas's head up
and kissed her, licking up the remaining semen in her mouth.
Feeling the sacred essence bestowed upon her by the 'god's' noble penis being stolen from her mouth, Sylvanas
struggled violently, making it impossible for Bridget to continue.
Enraged, Bridget slapped Sylvanas hard across the face. "You vile undead
bitch, you're truly ungrateful! If it weren't for my saliva, could you have successfully
licked the 'great true god's' penis?"
After cursing, Bridget kissed Sylvanas again. This time, the Banshee Queen didn't resist, letting
Bridget clean the remaining semen from her mouth with her tongue.
I didn't stop Bridget's 'evil deeds.' I only slapped her buttocks once.
Bridget then simply presented her shapely buttocks to me obsequiously. I unceremoniously lifted the hem of her battle robe
and began to caress her smooth buttocks.
After both sides of the "battlefield" were "cleaned up," Sally and Bridget had no choice but to leave my side and
return to the two ends of the cross. This time, they pressed a green button, and the cross rose slightly,
bringing Sylvanas's beautiful breasts to face my penis.
I moved forward slightly, pressing my penis into the Banshee Queen's deep cleavage. Sally and Bridget rushed
over, both of them sticking their heads over her breasts. They opened their mouths wide and stuck out their long tongues. Saliva dripped down their
tongues onto Sylvanas's chest and then into her cleavage. They reached out, each grabbing
one of her breasts, using their saliva as lubricant to give me a blowjob.
Feeling that there was enough saliva, they withdrew their heads. They knelt down, grasping Sylvanas's breasts, and
began to serve my penis even more meticulously. They pressed down on Sylvanas's breasts, pushing and kneading them against my penis
, while their other hand pinched Sylvanas's areola, forcefully pulling her nipple above her
cleavage to expose the glans, rubbing it against my penis. Sylvanas herself lowered her head, her long
tongue licking the head of my penis.
Stimulated by this, I quickly ejaculated. Semen sprayed all over Sylvanas's face, dripping onto her
breasts. Enviously watching Sylvanas's face and breasts covered in semen, Sally and Bridget 　　wiped their hands as
they withdrew from her breasts .
While licking the "stolen" semen from their hands, the two scolded, "You
damned undead! You didn't utter a sound after the oral sex, and now that the great god has fucked your tits, don't you know
how to thank him?"
Sylvanas, immersed in the bliss of being fucked and faciald by the true god, suddenly awoke, bowed her head
, and thanked me, "Great true god. You are so tolerant and loving, even willing to redeem a filthy undead like me
. Thank you for playing with my wretched tits with your noble cock and for bestowing upon me your sacred semen. Sylvanas
will forever remember your grace."
Hearing Sylvanas's words, I satisfiedly poked her nipple with the head of my penis, signaling to Sally
and Bridget that we could proceed to the next step.
The two raised the cross again, elevating Sylvanas's vagina to the position of my penis. Next,
the two went around to the back of the cross and pressed a yellow button, causing
a protrusion to appear at the base of Sylvanas's buttocks, forcing her buttocks forward. Two new horizontal strips with leather buckles popped out from the sides.
Sylvanas's legs were pulled onto the pop-out strips and bound with the leather buckles. Her arms and legs
were stretched into a straight line, and she was bound to the cross behind her in a "土" (earth) shape. Her breasts and vulva
were still slightly protruding.
Sally and Bridget took turns squatting in front of the Banshee Queen's vulva and licking it, sending their saliva into her flesh and
then inserting their fingers to spread it evenly. Sally even cast a miniature mage's hand to send saliva inside,
ensuring that every inch of the Banshee Queen's cunt was thoroughly lubricated, before reporting to me together, "Great
God. This lowly cunt of the Undead Queen is ready; you can fuck it anytime."
"Very good, you've done a very good job." I praised the two 'hard-working' women, pulling them
into my arms on either side. Holding them like that, I thrust my cock into Sylvanas's cunt and began to pump
.
The Banshee Queen's legs were spread wide, her cunt fully exposed, enduring the relentless thrusting of my thick cock
. With each thrust, her breasts rippled.
As a corpse, Sylvanas had long since lost all bodily sensations, including touch, let alone
pleasure. However, with each in-and-out movement of my cock, she grew increasingly aroused. It's not physical
sexual pleasure, but a sense of pleasure and happiness in the soul.
A spirit, the only thing she could feel was temperature. This body, constantly chilling her soul
, was being penetrated by something fiery hot.
Though it was deeply buried in her lower abdomen, churning her tender flesh, the spirit observed
the world differently. The heat was so palpable. Even with her eyes closed, Sylvanas could
clearly see how it squeezed the tender flesh within her honeyed orifice.
For Sylvanas, who had always been in endless cold, this heat was so soul-stirring, as
if it were melting her very soul. Each thrust warmed her icy heart.
And then she thought that this penis, defiling her, came from the great true god. If only this noble penis
could thoroughly defuse her, she could be 'purified,' regaining her status as a normal being. An immense
sense of happiness surged forth uncontrollably. That thing she had forgotten, that light of hope,
shone once more into the darkness of her heart.
"The penis... the penis of the great true god..." For the first time, the usually cold and resolute face of the Dark Ranger
softened, revealing a look of intoxication.
If the women I used to toyed with were only physically violated, brought to
orgasm by me, then Sylvanas was being violated in spirit, her soul experiencing pleasure.
At this moment, Sylvanas felt a pure spiritual love, but not normal love; rather, she spiritually
loved being violated by my penis.
A true spiritual love born from the loss of physical sensation, yet its content was the most obscene carnal intercourse.
I wonder if Plato, that bastard, would be so angry if he knew that he would rise from his grave as a ghost
, happily accepting my violation, as if all suffering had ended. The beautiful past
reappeared before her eyes, and Sylvanas, intoxicated by the thrusting of my penis, was overwhelmed with emotions, softly singing that elegy from the depths of her soul
.
"anaralahanaralahbeloresindoreishindufallahna
sindoreiaanaralahshinduusindoreishindufallahna
sindoreiaanaralahbeloreishinduusindoreishindufallahna
sindoreiaanaralahbeloreshinduusindoreishindufallahnasin doreiaanar alahbelore
ebelore..."
He held Sally on his left and Bridget on his right. A pair of large hands reached into their battle robes,
caressing their delicate bodies. His head swayed, occasionally kissing them. My penis, amidst Sylvanas's
singing, relentlessly pounded into her cunt. This wondrous pleasure fueled my tireless
thrusting within the Banshee Queen. I
don't know how much time passed, but Sylvanas had long since awoke from her memories of the past. However, seeing my
heightened arousal by her song, she continued to sing the dirge over and over until I finally
ejaculated into her cold womb.
Withdrawing comfortably from Sylvanas's cunt, I said to her, "Now, your body has
been 'purified' through the defilement of my penis. But the ritual is not yet complete; next comes the ceremony symbolizing rebirth
."
Sally and Bridget, in my arms, trembled slightly with excitement upon hearing my words; they had
been waiting for this moment. The two quickly left my embrace and pressed the blue button above Sylvanas's head
.
The alloy floor suddenly cracked, just like the cross that bound Sylvanas.
The cross slowly tilted back, overlapping the crack, making Sylvanas appear as if she were bound to the ground
.
I stepped forward, and just as I plopped down on the Banshee Queen's breasts, Sally eagerly pulled off her
battle robes and came into my arms. Her lower body, following the momentum of her sitting down, welcomed my penis into her vagina.
Her hymen was pierced so quickly, her face, which had been flushed with excitement just a moment ago, turned pale with pain
and tears streamed down her face.
However, I didn't care about any of that. Watching this Inquisitor, whom I had "farmed" countless times before, being
deflowered by my own penis, I was incredibly excited. I grabbed her snowy buttocks and began to fuck her hard.
Although this beauty was currently just a kind and gentle female priestess, even after I had hastily promoted her to
Inquisitor, she was completely different from the crazy woman in the game. However, her fanaticism for her faith was already
beginning to show.
Even though her virginal tenderness was in excruciating pain during my unbridled defilement, she didn't retreat but instead pressed forward. She
gritted her teeth, clung to my neck, and wrapped her long, white legs around my waist. She rested her head on my shoulder
, pressed tightly against my body, and began to thrust wildly and actively.
She even used the agonizing pain as a tool. The convulsing muscles of her vagina, writhing in agony, could
rub against the penis of the true god; the tightness of her tender vagina, constricted by the pain, could grip the penis of the true god even tighter. Since her
pain could make the true god fuck her more pleasurably, then let the pain come even more fiercely.
With this thought in mind, Sally held me tightly. She thrust even more vigorously,
rubbing her full, white breasts against my chest while using her newly deflowered vagina to manipulate my penis.
With Sally performing so diligently, I didn't need to move at all. All I had to do was sit comfortably
on Sylvanas's breasts, enjoying the body that offered up all its beauty so willingly
. A pair of large hands left her snowy buttocks and caressed her two
tender, white legs that had attracted my gaze countless times in another world.
Fair, delicate, long, and smooth. These beautiful legs, while not the best I'd ever played with,
were still a source of longing! Those legs that had always aroused my desire were now wrapped around my waist,
at my mercy. My large hands caressed them again and again, for what seemed like an eternity. Until Sally actually
endured the pain of losing her virginity and even slowly began to feel pleasure, finally climaxing. Only then did I suddenly come to my senses.
He thrust his penis forward, ejaculating into her uterus.
Bridget, who had been standing by for a while, saw this and began to shout at Sylvanas, "Undead. Although you have
been purified by the true god's penis and are no longer impure, you still need to undergo two rituals to be 'reborn.'
Now, go and lick Sally Whitemane's cunt clean. Eat her virgin blood, her first
orgasm fluids, and the 'holy essence' of the great true god. Regain human wisdom from her, a civil official
."
"Wait," I interrupted Bridget, surprising her, as this wasn't part of the plan.
Ignoring her, I ordered the Sylvanas female soldiers of my personal guard to bring me a pair of stockings through the mental network. I had
Sally put on the stockings. I bent her legs, which were wearing stockings, and thrust my penis directly into her crotch
. Then I had her bend her legs, which weren't wearing stockings, as well. My glans brushed against her smooth, silk-stockinged legs, then bumped
against the soft, white crooked thighs.
I continued to violate these two legs, which I had longed for, ejaculating four or five times before
finally stopping, feeling somewhat satisfied.
By then, there wasn't much blood and semen left in Sally's vagina. So, I had to
thrust my penis back into her vagina to replenish my fluids.
Bridget's mind went blank at this disruptive behavior of the 'ritual.' If it were an ordinary
person, they would probably have been burned at the stake for blasphemy, but I was, by some strange twist of fate, a 'true god.' After a few seconds of
stunned silence, Bridget managed to squeeze out a sentence for the still-lying Sylvanas: "Although Grand Inspector Sally Whitemane
's virgin blood is a bit less, the semen from the True God can make up for that."
Ignoring Bridget's inner turmoil at my sudden action, I pulled her into my arms and
ripped her battle robes apart. Seeing her sacred robes so carelessly torn, Bridget's eyelids twitched again.
But, it was the True God doing this…
Before she could dwell on it any longer, I thrust my erect penis into her vagina, the pain of losing her virginity immediately
silencing her thoughts.
Sally then plopped down on Sylvanas's face, making her lick the various
fluids flowing from her vagina. Bridget and I, meanwhile, had to shift our focus from the Banshee Queen's breasts to her lower abdomen.
When it came to fanaticism, Bridget was no less than Sally. She quickly understood
the reason for Sally's previous fanaticism. Understanding Sally's thoughts, she wouldn't concede defeat in the matter of "offering her vagina" for her faith.
Relying on her knightly physique, she began to pound
my penis even more wildly than Sally. I gently pushed her away from my embrace, letting her hook her arms around my neck and lean back slightly. While
enjoying her vagina, I grabbed her violently shaking breasts and vigorously rubbed them.
Before long, Sylvanas had consumed most of the various fluids from Sally's vagina. However,
Bridget was still in the pain of losing her virginity. I controlled my penis, secreting a small amount of
lubricant mixed with aphrodisiac ingredients. I dared not use too much. Having experimented with it in Lady Lin's vagina, I fully understood its
power. If Bridget also became infatuated, the ritual couldn't continue.
The effect quickly became apparent; the originally tight vaginal muscles became increasingly soft, and it even began to secrete slippery
nectar. Bridget blushed with pleasure, her movements softening and becoming gentler. Without
giving her a chance to savor the pleasure, I grabbed her buttocks and began to thrust into her. The intense pleasure quickly
overwhelmed Bridget, causing her to climax, and I seized the opportunity to ejaculate into her womb.
The surrounding fluids had long been consumed, but
Sally, who had been enjoying being licked by Sylvanas and had refused to leave the Banshee Queen's mouth while Bridget and I were having sex, had to stand up, her legs weak
.
"Undead, now comes the final step. Go and lick Grand General Bridget Abidis's cunt
clean. Regain your human courage from her, a warrior, and you will be reborn."
Sally, whose cunt had just been thoroughly licked, spoke to Sylvanas in a much gentler tone.
I placed Bridget on Sylvanas's face, stood in front of her, and shoved my penis into her mouth. Sylvanas
licked Bridget's cunt, while Bridget licked my penis. This obscene posture continued
until Bridget's cunt was completely licked clean, and I ejaculated into her stomach.
I walked over to Sylvanas's head and pressed the last white button. The leather clasps that had been tightly binding Sylvanas
's hands and feet all loosened at once.
Seeing this, Sally and Bridget, suppressing their discomfort from their recent deflowering, stood on either side of me and solemnly
chanted in a loud voice: "Lord of Darkmoon City, Queen of Banshees, Dark Ranger Sylvanas Windrunner. Remember this
divine grace. Today, you have been purified by the defilement of the great true god. From this day forward, all of the Forsaken will no longer
be considered as the undead and accepted by the world. With the semen in your womb as proof, rejoice, you are reborn
."
They rose from the ground, knelt before me, and placed their hands... Holding her hands to her chest, Sylvanas devoutly thanked me
, saying, "Great God, it is your penis that has given me salvation. It is your lust that has
pulled me from the abyss of darkness. It is your semen that has given me warmth again. You are my father, you are my lord, you are
the possessor of my flesh. I—Sylvanas Windrunner—offer my body for your lust for eternity."
I nodded in satisfaction, slapping my penis across Sylvanas's face a few times, leaving her looking flattered
. Sally, standing nearby, couldn't help but feel a little jealous, but Bridget was completely oblivious to that.
The aphrodisiac I had secreted earlier, though not in large quantities, was still in effect. Moreover, she had just had a squirt,
which amplified the effect several times over. Right now, her legs were burning with desire.
Seeing Bridget's strange stance and the subtle shifting of her legs, a malicious smile crept across my face. I
said to Sylvanas, "Sylvanas, Bridget really went to great
lengths to help you purify. Now, her orifice seems a little empty; shouldn't you repay her?" With that, I instructed my guards...
The team opened a spatial rift right next to me and sent two vibrating rods. They gave them to Sylvanas and
Sally. "Come on, Sally. Go help General Bridget too."
Bridget immediately covered her crotch, shaking her head frantically. "No, no need. I
'm not empty. I don't need your help."
Although Sylvanas considered what happened earlier a necessary step in the purification process and was grateful for their help,
the Banshee Queen was still a little unhappy about being slapped and having her essence stolen by Bridget. Now that
she had the opportunity, how could she let it go? Determined to properly "help" Bridget, Sylvanas
approached her with a wicked smile: "How can this be? This is the command of the true god, how can you refuse?"
"Yes, I'm sorry, Sister Bridget. But as Lady Sylvanas said, this is the command of the true
god." Sally kept apologizing to Bridget, but her eyes gleamed with excitement.
A ghoul and a Scarlet Crusader simultaneously attacked the two holes of another Scarlet Crusader with vibrating rods
.
While enjoying this amusing scene, I
summoned the Scarlet Crusader female warrior who had been standing by and raped her.
The sounds of lewd moans echoed across the alloy platform for a long, long time.

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