[The Tyrant of Behemoth] (3)

Volume One: The Tyrant of Behemoth
Chapter Three:
Farewell Bigail's hand slipped into the round, fragrant buttocks he had long wanted to touch. The sensation was indeed different from through the leather armor; the delicate skin, the slightly cool touch, and the two mounds seemed to pulsate as Helen shyly writhed.
Helen moaned shyly in his arms, experiencing a sensation she had never felt before. She felt as if her body was melting into his, wanting to be melted into him. A tingling, numb sensation, like an electric current, spread throughout her body from places she dared not even touch herself. Helen was too ashamed to lift her head, unable to comprehend how she could utter such a plaintive moan. Bigail could no longer restrain himself, kneading her forcefully, his hands pinching and kneading her full buttocks. His foul-smelling mouth nibbled back and forth on Helen's jade-like neck, his sticky saliva coating her skin.
"I," Bigairu licked his lips, grabbing Helen's leather armor as if tearing something in the way in two. Before, it had been incredibly alluring against Helen's seductive figure, but now it was an obstacle between them. Helen quickly grabbed his hand; after all, making a beast armor wasn't easy, and besides, who would just tear clothes like that? Wouldn't that mean preparing new clothes every time? Helen was about to pull the armor off her head when Bigairu roared as if he'd discovered something. He grabbed Helen's hands with one hand, and with the other, he roughly kneaded and squeezed her full, firm breasts, shaping them into irregular forms.
Trapped in the darkness, Helen panicked, "Let me go!" her body twisting violently, unaware that the already irresistible temptation, combined with her pleading, coquettish voice, would turn the male into a true beast. Bigairu became even more impulsive, his hands becoming larger and stronger, his head lowering to suckle Helen's tender, red nipples. Fox's nipples were larger than those of an average woman, standing erect like a human woman's little finger. Bigairu's long, slender, scarlet tongue extended, its tip touching the woman's delicate, sensitive spot. Sure enough, Helen, gradually recovering from her panicked helplessness, began to moan again. A tingling, numbing sensation spread through her full breasts, making her writhe uncontrollably, letting Bigairu's tongue relentlessly pursue her. Bigairu's weapon now stood proudly erect, pressed against Helen's swaying, rounded legs through the thin layer of animal armor covering his crotch. Finally, with a roar, Bigairu removed his last covering, revealing his five-foot-long weapon, proudly displaying itself. Helen, unaware of the pain she was about to endure, moaned with a mixture of pleasure and unbearable discomfort. Her valley already overflowed with a shy, glistening spring of fluid, flowing down her jade-like legs. Bigairu roared and thrust into her pink, tender place.
Unlike the black and gold of the human women, the Fox woman's was an ambiguous and alluring pink. Her pink vulva lacked the layered texture of the human women's, and the pubic hair wasn't just on the mounds, but rather a light red ring encircling them, revealing vibrant flesh inside, like Helen's bright red lips blooming like a flower. With their screams, Helen's body stiffened in pain, but the tightness and spiraling, seamless flow of her vulva caused Bigel's body to tense violently. His penetration caused Tago's warrior to succumb and ejaculate profusely.
Several shadows lingered around him in his sleep, and finally, something seemed to press down on him.
Dipol slowly scattered across the dazzling white snow. Bigel gradually regained consciousness. Last night, he experienced an ecstatic, bone-melting pleasure he had never felt before, finally understanding the joy of being male. He reached out, wanting to embrace Helen's delicate body, to feel her fiery curves and amazing elasticity again, but he found nothing. Bigelow opened his sleepy eyes, looked at the bed, and called out "Helen" affectionately.The soft cry of "Ah!" came from Helen. Just as Bigel was about to get up, he realized he was surrounded by elders from all the Behemoth races. Helen, standing by the bed, was both ashamed and anxious, almost in tears. Last night, the two had intertwined their necks, whispering sweet nothings, before falling into a deep sleep. Little did they know that the Behemoth chieftains had gathered outside the door, and having heard the intimate moans, they had shamelessly eavesdropped until dawn. The wooden huts on the snowy mountains generally didn't have doors; in fact, among the Behemoths, intercourse was a natural instinct, nothing to hide. Some Behemoth men even used the soft moans of women to compete in prowess during the dull night. But to be listened to all night by these highly respected chieftains was truly unprecedented, something the Behemoths had never experienced before. As Helen simply spread out her fur coat, intending to go out and gather some timber, she encountered the Behemoth elders and chieftain discussing the weather with the same fascination as if a UFO had appeared in the sky. Indeed, the weather was quite nice today; the Great Snow Mountain was perpetually winter, with snow and ice that never melted, and snow falling daily—a rare sight even for Dipolo. Helen, blushing with embarrassment, turned and fled back into the house, but the pain in her lower body caused her to stumble and fall to the ground. At that moment, Helen was so ashamed and angry that she wanted to disappear into the ground. Gritting her teeth, she quickly got up and ran to the maid's quarters without even having time to call out to Bigel. Helen now hated Bigel and Avril with a passion. When she emerged in her finest attire, the elders and chieftains had already entered. Helen suppressed her shyness and greeted them, about to kick Bigel, who was fast asleep like a pig, awake, when the Grand Elder stopped her.
It turned out that the Behemoth Grand Shaman wasn't entirely comfortable with the mad old man's "Soul Transfer Technique," believing that separating the soul from the body would inevitably bring unbearable pain, and even those with weak wills might be completely destroyed. Although the mad old man confidently guaranteed "no side effects, no pain, easy, only three minutes," the Behemoth Council still voted against him without a vote of confidence. Therefore, the Behemoth Grand Shaman had to first use "Emerald Dream" to envelop the soul within the Emerald Dream before he could perform the "Soul Transfer Technique," perhaps also to compete with Eastern Taoist arts. So, while Bigel was still asleep, his body had already been switched.
Seeing the Behemoth chieftains gathered there, Bigel's body trembled. Could it be—had Helen reported him to the Council of Elders? Thinking of the eternal snow cave in the Great Snow Mountain, Bigel felt a chill run through him. In Behemoth law, disrupting racial unity was the first cardinal sin. As he stood there helplessly, he stammered, trying to explain something. The Rhine Clan Chief, the Behemoth Elder, chuckled, "Wake up! Take a look at your new body. Is there anything you're not used to or dissatisfied with?" Bigel was immediately confused, but with so many elders standing there, he couldn't possibly stay lying down any longer. Just as he was about to stand up, he suddenly cried out, realizing that his body was no longer that of his original Tego Clan member.
Fair skin, a delicate frame, weak arms, and even the surging, almost explosive fighting spirit within him had vanished. Bigel carefully examined his body and found it extremely uncomfortable. However, this was quite normal. Just like a once-powerful human suddenly losing their martial arts skills, it was bound to be uncomfortable. But Bigel knew that he wasn't going to the human race to fight. Presumably, the Behemoth Clan wouldn't just let him take such a risk; there must be some powerful Behemoths protecting him in secret. There shouldn't be any danger. He was going to the human race to learn, not to assassinate.
Bigairu stretched his neck and arms. It wasn't appropriate to take that thing out and show it to everyone in front of so many people. Once the elders left, hehe, he'd definitely let Helen try it out. Bigairu's heart fluttered, and he involuntarily looked at Helen. At that moment, Helen was having a passionate conversation with the chieftain of Fox Clan—Nine-Tail. Nine-Tail was holding her hand, whispering something in her ear. Helen's cheeks were flushed, her fiery red hair hanging low. She wasn't looking at him, but her gaze sent chills down his spine. Besides shyness, Helen's eyes held a strong resentment.
Before he could find an opportunity to express his feelings to Helen, the elders led Bigairu to the flight point at the Great Snow Mountain.
Since the human race's "Second War of Light," the beastmen had been driven to the barren lands. The entire race lived in that desolate place, preparing for war while constantly marching eastward to reclaim lost territory; they also tried to cultivate land further east, but their territory was still very small, and there was no need for extra resources or equipment for the flight point. With the human kingdom of Light fragmented, there were naturally no more griffin flight points, and communication relied on mages' flying carpets and magical teleportation arrays. Only the Behemoths still retained this ancient method of flight.
The wyvern was once a superior flying mount on the continent, on par with the human griffin. It was gentle, incredibly durable, and powerful. Most importantly, one end could spew out acid capable of molten metal, while the other could unleash a breath that corroded magical shields, allowing it to break through enemy encirclements in dangerous situations. Of course, its most important feature as a superior mount was its broad back, capable of carrying about three people. When flying, its head was held straight upwards, and its hot breath could block the biting high-altitude winds.
Bigel gripped the reins, looking longingly at the elders—especially Helen, who was still harboring resentment, refusing to even glance at him, only staring down at her feet. Was there something on the ground? Filled with melancholy and confusion, Bigel pulled the reins and soared into the sky.
I'm truly puzzled. First, where is Avril? As his maid, she should have come to see me off, but I didn't see her last night. I was planning to deflower her and Helen together. Did she see through my true nature and hide? And what about that crazy old man? Logically, with such a successful spell, he should be beaming with pride, jumping for joy. But now I haven't seen a trace of him. When did he become so humble? It's truly bizarre. As for Helen, that's easy to understand. A girl, after losing her virginity, is bound to feel fear and sadness, needing my careful and gentle care. Unfortunately, a bunch of damned old men are sticking to her side, how hateful!
"You've got a conscience, you haven't forgotten this old man." The crazy old man's voice suddenly rang in my ears, as if he were right next to me
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