Twelve Sacred Relics: Norse Mythology Angst Novel

Prologue. The Goddess's Tribulation (Part 1)
Mount Olympus, the Twelve Sacred Artifacts - A Norse Mythological Torture Novel. The paradise of the Greek gods, the palace atop its peak was the abode of Zeus, the father of the gods.
Surrounding were the scattered homes of the other gods, among which, nestled behind the mountain by a lake, was
the temple of Athena, the goddess of the moon.
Athena's beauty was universally acknowledged by the gods; unlike Venus, the goddess of love, whose beauty was captivating, hers was pure
and aloof. Athena was not only the goddess of the moon but also the goddess of war. The Crimson Moon, a once-in-a-century spectacle, a strange and inexplicable phenomenon; the Crimson Moon, Athena's weakest
moment, when, apart from her restorative powers, she was no different from a mortal. Tonight was the Crimson Moon
. As always, Athena bathed in the lake called the Sacred Mirror, cleansing her body with pure water, awaiting the end of the Crimson Moon.
Beautiful female warriors were scattered around, standing guard for their beloved goddess. The goddess in the lake swam leisurely
, enjoying a rare moment of tranquility. The crimson moon would end in a quarter of an hour, but danger was already approaching.
"How dare you trespass..."
"Halt! What have you done to Ivan..."
"Lier, go protect the goddess! Silia, go summon..."
A commotion suddenly erupted outside the temple. The shouts and sounds of female soldiers falling to the ground reached Athena's ears.
However, having lost all her divine power, she was temporarily unable to leave the Sacred Mirror.
"Fria, all of you, quickly engage the enemy! Don't protect me, hurry!"
"But, goddess, now you..."
"Hmph! Heed my command, go immediately!"
"Yes, goddess."
Sending away the soldiers protecting her, now devoid of divine power, was a last resort, for the Sacred Mirror held a secret concerning the safety of Mount
Olympus —the Twelve Sacred Artifacts. If the Twelve Sacred Artifacts fell into the hands of outsiders, not only would the Greek gods
be forever condemned, but humanity would also be plunged into eternal damnation. If the twelve sacred artifacts were obtained by the chosen ones and
all twelve , the restoration of Mount Olympus would be within reach.
This secret was known only to Athena and Zeus, which also explained why the Temple of the Moon was built next to the Sacred
Mirror. Athena wasted no more time and began to chant a prayer: "Sacred twelve sacred artifacts! In
the name of Athena, daughter of Zeus, the god of the gods, and goddess of the moon, I beseech you to depart from the defiled Sacred
Mirror, fly to the highest heavens and the deepest earth, to make a pact with the chosen ones, to destroy all sources of evil, and to cleanse
the Sacred , so that it may shine brightly again!"
After Athena finished chanting, twelve golden
rays , disappearing in an instant. The Sacred Mirror also lost its former brilliance, becoming indistinguishable from any other lake in the mountains.
Athena watched the sacred artifacts disappear into the distance, letting out a sigh of relief: "Luckily, I finished the chanting in time, otherwise...
However , the Crimson Moon is still a little short of ending. I hope they can hold out for a while. As long as I recover, then
... But, with all the Olympian gods gathered, the battle should be deafening, so why..." A hint of worry flashed in
Athena's .
"Heh... Proud and beautiful Athena, my dear niece, I never imagined you would
greet your uncle, Hades, naked in the Mirror of the Sacred. Ha..."
With a deep, resonant voice, a tall figure slowly emerged from the Temple of the Moon. Athena frowned,
summoning her remaining divine power to conjure a golden light around her, enveloping her entire body to avoid being naked before
the newcomer .
"Hmph! Stop pretending. You're definitely not my uncle—Hades, the King of the Underworld. My uncle's words are
concise and elegant, unlike your flowery language. Tell me, who are you?"
Normally, Athena would have already drawn her sword, but now, stripped of her divine powers, she could only
stall until the Crimson Moon ended.
"Athena is indeed incredibly clever. I am indeed not Hades, hehe… I am…" As the newcomer
spoke , he began to transform into a cloud of black mist, which then contracted inwards, slowly fading to reveal a
dwarf less than three feet tall with a full beard.
"…King Dwarf Husband…"
"Heh… yes, it is I, Husband Husband, hehe…" Husband Husband glanced at the night sky and said ominously
, "The Crimson Moon is about to end, is that it, Athena?" Then, he beckoned to the still-dazed Athena
, a hand formed from black mist tightly gripping her neck, pulling her entire body away from the Mirror of God. The golden light surrounding
her vanished completely, and Athena floated naked in mid-air before Wufu, her two jade-white
breasts and sacred mounds presented to him without reservation. Wufu, his face beaming with pleasure,
pulled a jet-black necklace from his bulging belly and tossed it to Athena. It seemed to come alive as it wrapped around her snow-white neck.
"Heh... beautiful Athena, I hope you like the gift I gave you—the cursed necklace. Under
its magic, you will henceforth live under the crimson moon, stripped of all divine power, heh..."
"...Wu...fu, how...how...did...know...my...secret...?"
"Ha, well, thanks to your lustful father, the lecherous Zeus. Heh..."
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Zeus, the king of the gods, though possessing immense divine power, had only one weakness: lust. Wufu, with meticulous planning
, sculpted a delicate black beauty from the mud of the Black Sea, then brought her to life with dark magic. However,
this female doll was not without flaws. With a little careful observation, its flaws were not hard to spot, but Zeus was deceived by
its appearance and failed to notice.
"Oh, black beauty, I am the all-powerful and all-knowing god, Zeus, the king of the gods. Let us enjoy ourselves for one night, and
I will grant you infinite pleasure and a child with my divine blood."
"All-knowing and all-powerful Zeus, you won't deceive this little woman, will you? I will do whatever you say."
Zeus embraced the female doll, kissing her passionately while
removing the only black dress from her body, revealing her alluring body. His left hand kneaded her breasts and played with her nipples, stimulating her
desire ; his right hand roamed her vulva, even penetrating deep into her paradise, gently pinching her clitoris. The female doll could not withstand Zeus's skillful
teasing, and her juices flowed continuously, leaving her vulva in a mess. Zeus knew it was time, so he released all restraints,
aimed his ten-inch penis at his target, and thrust it in hard.
"Ah!"
It wasn't the woman doll who cried out, but Zeus, the all-knowing and all-powerful god of gods. After his fierce thrust, his penis
seemed to have been bitten by something, and he screamed in agony. The woman in his arms turned into mud and
fell back to the ground, while his injured penis was bound by a black metal ring.
"Zeus, do you like the restraining ring I, your husband, gave you? Don't try to destroy it unless you wish to
cultivate your mind and abstain from women. Oh, and also, your divine powers will be permanently restricted, heh..."
"You husband, you bastard, what do you think you're doing?"
"Hmph, Zeus, don't play the hero. From now on, you are my dog. If you
disobey , then..." With a flick of his right hand, the restraining ring slowly tightened, turning little Zeus from a sausage into a caterpillar. Zeus was
in excruciating pain, clutching his genitals and rolling on the ground. "Hmph, well done."
With another flick of his right hand, the restraining ring returned to its original state. After this torment, all the secrets were no longer secrets...
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... "Cough...cough...What about the other gods? What about my maids? What happened to them?" Athena gently covered her breasts with her hands, her legs cleverly bent to conceal her private parts. Although she knew it was futile, the girl 's modesty and the dignity of a goddess compelled her to do this pointless act. "What do you think, huh..." Prologue. The Goddess's Tribulation (Part 2) "Hey...you know what my greatest strength is? It's my good memory. Back then, the Greek gods cruelly banished us to the depths of the earth because of our dwarf race's short stature and unremarkable appearance, where we lived in darkness for over three hundred years. Heaven took pity on us, and while we were mining we unearthed a magic crystal mine. It granted us boundless magic power, allowing us to embark on our revenge plan, haha ...Athena, each of your comrades received a gift—the men, a restraint ring; the women, a cursed necklace. They are now no different from mortals, ha..." "Hmph!" "This is just the beginning. I will send every male god to the Land of the Dead, where they will never see the sunlight again, only grope in the darkness; never hear the birdsong again, only the cries of the dead; never taste delicious food again, only sustenance from foul water… I will carefully adorn every goddess, who will become prostitutes for the dwarf race, their three orifices serving us at all times; what they eat, drink, and excrete will only be semen, their entire lives consumed by semen." The more Athena listened, the more heartbroken she became, imagining the tragic fate of the gods from the words of the wicked man . Even the strong Athena turned pale and trembled uncontrollably. All of this fell into the eyes of the wicked man, who couldn't help but applaud the foreseen outcome. "However, Athena, you are special. You will become the mistress of the dwarf race, and in the future, you will bear handsome children for our people—provided you hand over the twelve sacred artifacts." "Bah! Don't even think about it." The dwarf king's face darkened, extremely dissatisfied with Athena's answer. With a wave of his right hand, four bursts of black smoke appeared , wrapping around the goddess's limbs and rising slowly, hovering in mid-air like a large "X ," once again revealing her private parts without any cover. The extremely shameful posture made Athena's cheeks flush red. Although she struggled, the difference in strength was too great, only eliciting merciless sneers. The dwarf king's rough right hand stroked back and forth , finally lingering on the golden inverted triangle. The dwarf king seemed to have a particular fondness for the golden pubic hair, gently twirling it between his fingers. "Beautiful Athena, don't disappoint me again! Where are the Twelve Sacred Relics?" "I don't know... Ouch!" Athena's answer brought her pain as a small tuft of golden pubic hair was plucked out by the dwarf. The same scene repeated itself, the golden triangle slowly thinning. Stubborn Athena silently endured the excruciating pain; her goddess dignity and her loathing for the dwarf wouldn't allow her weakness . Each pluck left her once lush mons pubis slick and raw, her fair skin speckled with blood. "Athena, Athena, why suffer like this? Wouldn't it be better if you cooperated with me? How about it?" The dwarf king continued to persuade Athena, his fingers teasing her pubic area, but he only received spit and a hateful gaze in return. The dwarf felt immense anger, wiped the spit from his face, and then delivered a powerful uppercut between her legs. Extreme pain spread from her perineum, shattering all dignity , only able to be released through screams. "You wretch, listen carefully. The Twelve Sacred Artifacts are merely icing on the cake for me. Whether I obtain them or not is unimportant , since the entire pantheon is under my control anyway. I originally intended to make you my concubine, the Dwarf King, but since you are so impotent, don't blame me for being ruthless." With a flick of his right hand, Athena was forced to the ground like a female dog, her lower body still convulsing from the blows. The Dwarf King removed his clothes, revealing his disproportionately large member. He lightly slapped his python-like penis against her snow-white, plump buttocks, the "slap...slap..." sound mocking Athena's impotence. "You wretch, let me show you my power, make you regret being born a woman." The Dwarf King spat on his palm, then roughly smeared it around her vagina, his erect glans twitching between his lips. " How about it , aren't you looking forward to being fucked to death by me, huh..." The words were still ringing in her ears when the dwarf king thrust forward with all his might, his penis penetrating slightly into her tight vagina, only to be blocked by a thin membrane. "Oh! I didn't expect that after hundreds of years, you're still a virgin, ha... Get ready to be brutally deflowered by me!" He pulled his penis back slightly , then thrust again with all his might, the glans, streaked with blood, reaching her core. The pain in her lower body, which had just subsided, surged again. Athena gritted her teeth and endured it, refusing to show weakness in front of others again. Although her vagina was lubricated with saliva , the goddess had never felt any sexual desire; her vagina, devoid of lubrication, was extremely dry. The dwarf king, possessing such a massive member, showed no mercy, each thrust being all-out. A few thrusts had already torn the tender muscles of her vagina, causing blood to seep out continuously. With the lubrication of the blood, the dwarf king's initially slow thrusts gradually increased in frequency. "Haha... so good, it feels so good!" Every piston-like movement brought pain to Athena, making her more resistant to intercourse and more hateful of her husband. Because of hatred and dignity, she hid all her tears and feelings of weakness deep inside her heart and faced everything coldly.

"Ah...it's coming, ah..." After more than a thousand thrusts, the humiliator finally succumbed, and
after a few frenzied thrusts, his semen erupted like a volcanic eruption, surging wave after wave into the uterus, which was soon filled with
semen . Satisfied, the humiliator withdrew his penis from the vagina, and the overflowing milky white fluid
slowly flowed down from her vulva.
"The first time didn't feel bad, did it, huh..." Athena glared at him with hatred and coldly
snorted.
Athena, still bound by the restraints, remained kneeling like a female dog, ashamed but refusing to
beg the humiliator; however, even if she begged, the humiliator would never grant her request, for he was about to begin another round of
torture. He entered the Moon Temple and emerged moments later, carrying a bottle in each hand, and walked up to
Athena . Athena quickly recognized the two bottles and their contents—wine and
olive oil —after all, they belonged to her temple. She wondered what kind of scheme the man was plotting.
"Wise goddess," the man said, "do you know why women are born with three holes… for sex,
sex , and sex? Since I've opened one for you, the rest, of course, I'll do my duty."
"You… what do you want?"
"What do I want…" The man strolled to the lakeside, plucked a reed, folded it into a
half-foot length, and walked behind Athena. He used two fingers to pry open her tight anus and
inserted the reed. The muscles of her anus, sensing the intrusion, instinctively tried to close, but were thwarted by the two strong
fingers . When the fingers released, the reed was halfway in. As Athena tried to expel
the foreign object with her rectum, drops of cool liquid flowed into her rectum. The man had inserted olive oil into Athena's body through the hollow
reed .
Overwhelmed by fear, Athena teetered on the brink of collapse. No matter how much she writhed and screamed, the olive oil slowly seeped into her body
; it took half an hour for a pint (approximately 568 ml) to be fully
absorbed . Athena stopped struggling, feeling a commotion in her stomach; the urge to defecate was overwhelming.
"...Let me take care of it...Quickly...Let me...take care of it..."
"What? What do you need to take care of?" The despicable dwarf king feigned ignorance.
"...Let me..."
"Oh dear, how can I help you if you don't explain clearly?"
"...Let me...go...poop..."
"Honestly, if you're going to poop, just say so. What poop? Just poop, no one's stopping you."
"...Quick, quick, release...the restraints..."
Seeing Athena's condition, the king knew she had reached her limit and didn't linger. He waved his left
hand twice in the air, releasing her restraints. Because she had been restrained for so long, her limbs were a bit clumsy, and Athena
fell again as soon as she got up. Her previously taut anus relaxed from the fall, and feces spilled out,
making a mess everywhere. Athena, embarrassed and bewildered, stood helplessly amidst the filth…
The dwarf king washed away the filth, gave Athena a quick clean, and then used wine to perform another enema.
Athena, her dignity shattered, listlessly allowed the dwarf king to manipulate her. After two enemas, her anus opened weakly. The dwarf
king carefully admired his masterpiece and then began his grand plan of cultivation.
After a long rest, his enormous penis once again stood erect and angry. He helped the goddess up and
opened her anus as wide as possible before placing his penis into her vagina. Although her intestines were swollen, the muscles still tightly enveloped her penis
. With a forceful thrust, the erect penis plunged into her rectum, each thrust bringing
pain . The agony jolted Athena from her daze. Enduring the dwarf king's throbbing, her heart yearned for
the future of the Twelve Sacred Relics. If they could find the one to forge the contract, the current suffering would be worthwhile. Lost
in thought, the dwarf king thrust a few more times, then, with a shudder, poured his semen into Athena's rectum
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Chapter 1. A Shameful Encounter (Part 1)
Seeing Athena still limp on the ground, a wicked idea flashed through the dwarf king's mind. He abandoned the goddess and headed
towards the palace. Athena, of course, wouldn't let such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip by, but unfortunately, due to her previous severe
injuries , she could barely move. The only thing she could do now was to recover her strength as quickly as possible. Athena exerted all her
remaining divine healing power, hoping to regain enough strength to escape in a short time.
A series of footsteps shattered Athena's hopes. Aphrodite
emerged . Seeing the goddess struggling, he scoffed, "Oh dear, the clever goddess knows she's about to face a new
game and is preparing." Athena ignored him, but a flicker of fear crossed her face when she saw what Aphrodite
pulled several bundles of rough hemp rope, a bunch of olive branches laden with fruit, a large barrel of wine,
a riding crop, some strips of cloth, and a few clothespins.
Without a word, Aphrodite grabbed a rope and began to wrap it around the goddess. He first twisted Athena's hands
behind her back, pressing her upper arms tightly together, then bound them tightly with the rope. The remaining length was then wrapped
around her chest, forming two thick bands above and below her breasts. He then used another rope to pass between her breasts,
connecting the two bands, making her already prominent breasts appear even more exaggerated. The dwarf king
then pushed Athena, who was struggling in vain, down onto her stomach, her buttocks
facing upwards. He forcefully spread her anus and inserted olives one by one.
The fullness in her rectum made Athena uncomfortable; she twisted her hips in resistance, but it was all in vain
, the olives continuing to be inserted. With each olive inserted, Athena let out a painful
groan ; even the usually strong Athena had to show her helplessness before her dwarf king.
When her dwarf king had painstakingly inserted the twentieth olive, it slowly emerged from her anus again
. Athena could no longer endure it. "Ah!" The husband shoved the olives back without mercy and slapped them
hard against her plump, white buttocks, leaving a clear handprint on her skin: "Hmph, if any more olives
fall out, I'll keep stuffing olives into your anus until they come out of your mouth, hmph!"
Athena might not be too afraid of the husband's threats, but the thought of having something that had passed through her anus have to
come out of her mouth still lingers in her mind. Now she not only has to endure the uncomfortable, throbbing pain, but also
tighten her anal sphincter muscles to avoid any unforeseen consequences.
The husband continued his previous work, but this time his target was her vulva, and more than thirty olives were inserted into Athena's vagina.
In the alluring little hole. The hemp rope that was originally tied to her chest still had nearly five feet of looseness. The husband
passed it between the goddess's legs, tying a large knot at her vulva and a small knot at her anus. The large knot was inserted
into her vulva, separating her labia with the hemp rope; the small knot was tightly wrapped around her anus, completely covering her chrysanthemum.
The remaining rope was wrapped around her bound hands and then tied securely to the small ring at the back of her neck on the cursed necklace
.
Standing before the husband, Athena was no longer the holy goddess, but rather resembled a pitiful female slave.
Because her uterus and rectum were full of stuff, she had to spread her legs to relieve the discomfort of the swelling, and her labia were lewdly parted
because of the knots, and her breasts were also standing tall and proud...
"Athena, do you like this new outfit?"
"Hmph!"
"Ah, yes, it's almost there." The husband slowly rose, just in time to look Athena in the eye. Faced with the dwarf
king's burning gaze, Athena could only close her eyes and stand there, out of sight, out of mind. A pair of rough hands
squeezed her breasts repeatedly, causing them to change shape. In an instant, purple and blue
bruises appeared on her snow-white mounds, and her two rosy nipples stood erect, unable to withstand the stimulation. A sharp pain suddenly came from her nipples. Athena
opened her eyes and saw that her delicate nipples were being held in place by wooden clips, swaying in front of her chest.
"Come, let's drink to our beloved Athena's transformation." The dwarf king waved his left hand, and the barrel of
wine flew towards her: "After you finish this barrel of wine, I'll take you to meet your subordinates. Don't you care about them
?"
To finish a barrel of wine was no easy task. Athena refused to drink it down, and struggled and
thrashed, getting wine all over herself. Without a word, Wufu flicked his finger, and Athena
was immediately frozen in place by a spell. Except for her eyes, which could still move, her entire body stiffened instantly.
He pinched Athena's cheeks, and her mouth opened, allowing wine to flow freely from the barrel. Although some had spilled
earlier , nearly a gallon (about four liters) of liquid remained in the barrel, enough to make Athena
roll her eyes. Her belly swelled up high, as if she were six months pregnant. Wufu excitedly inspected his
masterpiece , finally sealing the goddess's mouth with a cloth strip and threading a hemp rope through the small loop at the front of the cursed necklace to
lift the spell.
"Hey... now go see your maids, come on." The husband pulled the rope, and Athena
involuntarily took several steps forward. The knot between her labia irritated her sensitive organs with friction,
and the olives inside her rubbed against her clitoris as they moved. Her swollen belly swayed up and down due to the fluid,
all of which dragged the goddess into a sensual hell.
Athena struggled to reach the Moon Temple, but what she saw was a scene of rampant lust. The sacred temple
resembled a lowly brothel. The once valiant female swordswomen were now like prostitutes
, crawling, sitting, lying down, or standing, each simultaneously dealing with three or more dwarf soldiers.
The three were constantly being penetrated by penises; as soon as one soldier finished, the others who hadn't yet had their turn would
swarm in. Seeing her subordinates reduced to such a state, Athena couldn't help but feel saddened.
The dwarf king led the goddess to the central throne of the temple, then pulled out another rope, tying one end to her bound
hands and the other end to the top of the temple with magic, leaving Athena with only her toes touching the ground.
Athena was now the center of attention, every dwarf soldier glancing at her every now and then. The dwarf king waved his whip in the air
, the "whoosh..." sound constantly reaching Athena's ears. Unable to speak, she could only express anger and fear in
her eyes .
"Crack!" The dwarf king lashed her left hip, instantly leaving a dark red mark. "Crack!"
Whip marks appeared on her swollen belly, the continuous "crack," "crack" echoing throughout
the temple . Athena's abdomen and buttocks were crisscrossed with dark red bruises. Athena
could bear the pain from the wounds, but the urge to urinate was becoming unbearable .
Before being whipped, she was confident she could endure it for a while longer, but since the whipping of her abdomen,
the fluid was stirred up, surging towards her bladder, causing it to overflow in a short time, threatening to burst at any moment. Athena
finally showed a pained look in her eyes; all she wanted now was for her husband to take her away from the temple, so she wouldn't have to
urinate
in front of everyone. However, things rarely go as planned. Not only did her husband not remove her from the public eye, but he also
kept pressing on her lower abdomen. Her willpower finally couldn't overcome her physiological needs, and urine poured out like a river bursting its banks,
the golden water slowly flooding beneath the throne. The dwarf soldiers screamed in agony, and the abused maidservants couldn't help but show
despair in their eyes...
"Oh, a very impressive performance, truly worthy of the goddess Athena, leaving the dwarfs with an unforgettable
memory ." Her husband's mockery made the goddess's cheeks flush red.
"Brother, ugh, the stench of a vile woman's urine..." A dwarf, bearing a striking resemblance to the wicked man,
entered the hall.
"Hey... Pedu, what urgent matter do you have to discuss with me?"
"Brother, we just caught two people trying to steal something, and we need your judgment." Pedu clapped his hands twice, and
four dwarf soldiers brought in two people. The two were a man and a woman, their hands and feet bound together and
pierced with wooden sticks, like two hunted wild boars. As they approached, Athena stared in astonishment—the two were none other than
Hela, the Queen of the Gods, and Apollo, the Sun God.
The two captured gods were stripped naked, their bodies covered in bruises. Although both were unconscious,
Apollo's suffering at Hela's hands was far more gruesome; his penis had been shrunk to the size of a reed by the restraints, the
pain unimaginable.
Pedu ordered his men to untie the ropes, and was about to splash water on the prisoners to wake them when he was stopped by the humiliated man: "
Brother , no need for that, there's a ready-made spring here." He then pointed to Athena. Although
the fastidious Pedu didn't like it, he couldn't disobey his brother, so he ordered his men to place Hela and Apollo between
Athena 's legs.
"Hey... Athena, hurry up and pee to wake your two loved ones!" Athena shook her head violently,
refusing to do so.
"Oh dear, if you can't pee, fine, let me help you. Brother, you whip her
jade buttocks , and I'll squeeze her belly hard."
"Smack!" "Smack!" Pedu's merciless whipping turned the plump buttocks into a red and swollen mess, while the humiliated man...
The pressure from her husband caused Athena, who had just urinated, to feel the urge to urinate again. Caught between them, the stubborn Athena was about
to spray a stream of olive-scented urine onto her loved one's face. Chapter 1. A Sorrowful Encounter (Part 2)
Stimulated by urea, Hela and Apollo slowly awoke. In their dazed state, they only saw
the body . Just as they were trying to figure out what was happening, an external force pulled them into the void,
fixing them in a spread-eagle position. Their slightly clearer eyes were startled to see a familiar face—Athena, urinating!
"Pedu, since you've brought me two distinguished guests, I'll put on a good show to entertain them
!"
"Brother, I think the leading lady should be this slut Athena before us."
"Of course! A woman of such quality is rare; we can't neglect her." The dwarf king walked across the
pool of urine, about to touch Athena, when Apollo's roar rang out: "Beast, pull your hand away! Don't molest
Athena!" A flash of murderous intent crossed the dwarf king's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a cunning glint. He
chanted a silence spell, depriving Apollo of his ability to speak, and then demonstratively stroked Athena's swollen buttocks
.
"No…stop…ah…" Hela's moans drew everyone's attention. Her mature
body was being wantonly played with by Pedu. The queen's vulva was exaggeratedly spread open, completely enveloping Pedu's right hand. His
gentle caresses on the slightly dry path slowly aroused Hela's sexual desire.
Physiologically, Hela was already in her prime, but her husband Zeus was a philanderer who only knew how
to seek out young and beautiful maidens, neglecting his beloved wife. Even as the queen of the gods, Hela couldn't bring herself to commit adultery
. The daily emptiness fostered a jealous nature in her, causing Zeus to both respect and fear her,
further diminishing his interest in her body. This vicious cycle left Hela tormented by burning desire every day. Pedro's
rough yet gentle advances ignited Hela's long-buried desires, causing her vagina to
secrete fluids, and her painful, humiliating moans slowly transformed into joyful cries.
"Hey, Peidu, the main act hasn't even started yet, and you're already launching the second act? That's a bit disrespectful, isn't it?"
"Brother, I'm sorry, this bitch is too hot, I just got a little itchy... Hehe! Brother, could you
give me?"
"I didn't expect you to like older women... Never mind, Hela is yours."
"Thank you, Brother! Alright, let's begin your game."
"Really... Athena, it's not pleasant to have your rectum and uterus stuffed with olives, is it? Do you want to take them out?"
The husband asked, while teasing her exposed labia with his hand.
The feeling of having foreign objects stuffed inside her rectum and uterus was extremely uncomfortable; hearing that they could be removed, Athena quickly nodded in agreement.
"Hey... if you want those olives removed, you'd better lift your right leg up obediently." To escape the throbbing pain
, Athena painlessly shifted her weight to the left, enduring the agony of the tight rope, and
slowly lifted her right leg... Because Athena's movements were too slow, the impatient husband forcefully pushed her right leg upwards
, then pulled the rope that had been sealing her vulva and anus down to her knees,
fixing the large obtuse angle formed by her legs. The goddess's current lower body posture was reminiscent of a yellow dog urinating. Without
the obstruction of the knotted rope and the opening of her vulva, a few olives near the edge fell to the ground with a "thud."
"Hey... the gate is wide open, figure out how to get rid of them yourself!" Without the husband's help, Athena
had no choice but to use the movement of her large intestine to expel the olives stuck in her rectum one by one, like defecating. Like a hen laying an egg
, the olives slowly emerged from the anus, slamming onto
the ground with a "thump," followed by a series of "thump-thump" sounds until they were completely expelled from the rectum.
Compared to the smooth passage of the anus, the vagina was much more troublesome. The first dozen or so were fine, but when
less than ten remained, the little things always got stuck inside the vagina, no matter how hard Athena tried, she couldn't get them
out. The goddess's only solution was to use the force of urine… Although it achieved its goal,
the results were not significant; it would take some time to completely remove the olives from her body.
"...Ah…into more…ah…faster…ah…"
Just as Athena was working hard, Hela gradually reached orgasm under Pedo's ministrations. Long-starved
Hela , her eyes rolled back, and after a shudder, released her pent-up vaginal fluids onto Pedo's hand. Pedu
withdrew his hand from Hela's vulva, the centrifugal force sending a stream of vaginal fluid shooting out like an arrow,
leaving a wet trail on the stone floor in front of Hela.
Still not recovered from the intense excitement, Hela's slightly sagging breasts twitched violently,
her labia trembling obscenely, vaginal fluid flowing continuously… Pedu beckoned with his right hand,
releasing , and the mature woman slowly lowered, finally kneeling on the ground.
Pedu unbuttoned his clothes, revealing a massive member no less than his brother's, pointing it at the Queen. Hela stared blankly
at that thing, her mind in turmoil: the revered, high-ranking
Queen Hela, yet lonely and unbearably empty; or the lowly, lustful slave Hela…
Hela crawled towards Pedu like a female dog, deciding to succumb to the sea of desire, licking the scrotum inside and out
repeatedly with her tongue. Starting from the base of the penis, Hela greedily licked and sucked, slowly and gently moving her movements to
the sensitive tip. She circled the glans twice with her tongue before opening her mouth to take the penis in, stroking it rhythmically.
Hela served Peidu like a newlywed wife. Enjoying the service, Peidu's eyes flashed with excitement
, for he now had a skilled bitch beside him—Hela.
Hela's depravity and Athena's shyness assaulted Apollo wave after wave. If not for the
silencing spell, the elegant and handsome man would surely have hurled the most vile curses and insults at the dwarves; if not
for the restriction, he would have dealt with them in the most ruthless way.
Just as Apollo's eyes widened in horror, the dwarf, also racking his brains to punish Apollo, suddenly
had a flash of inspiration—a wicked idea that would begin Apollo's endless torment...
The dwarf slowly rose before the sun god and, surprisingly, removed the restraining circle from Apollo. This bizarre
action left Apollo utterly bewildered, and the dwarf soldiers tense and on guard. However, the return of his power gave Apollo renewed
hope. As he focused his strength, a silver needle pierced his brow, penetrating to the root. Apollo
opened his mouth in agony, not only from the pain of the needle piercing his body, but also from the despair of losing his power once more. In Apollo's despair...
As he looked away, the restrictions placed on him were lifted, and he slumped to the ground in dejection.
"Hey... how are you, Apollo? Does your chest feel throbbing and aching, and your penis and anus
itchy and unbearable?"
Apollo was indeed showing the symptoms his wife had described, realizing it was the silver needle causing the problem. "
What kind of needle is that... why is my... voice..." His originally deep voice had become as
delicate as a young girl's.
"That silver needle is called the Needle of Inversion, also known as the Devil's Game. When a woman is sealed by this needle, she will be
transformed into a man; of course, a man will become a woman, hence the name Needle of Inversion. However, regardless of gender, after being inverted,
one will always possess both a penis and a vulva, which is unacceptable in normal society, yet one's sexual desire is extremely strong, ultimately becoming
a slave to sexual desire, hence the name Devil's Game... However, the sun god Apollo is a universally acknowledged handsome man, and even in female form, he is
no less beautiful than Athena. Even with an extra penis, men are happy to get close to him, ha..."
"...You...no...ah..."
Apollo's body underwent another dramatic transformation: First, all body hair, except for his hair and eyebrows,
fell out completely; his originally broad shoulders slowly contracted inward; his muscular chest gradually bulged, transforming into
a pair of proud, full breasts, with the nipples becoming luscious and tempting; his waist narrowed inward, making his already large breasts
even fuller; his pelvis widened, and his buttocks enlarged; at the base of his penis, a small slit appeared, and
labia appeared on both sides—a woman's vulva also appeared, although it was only three-quarters the length of a normal woman's; his
penis, which had originally become like a reed, returned to its normal shape of eight inches long and half an inch wide.
When the transformation was complete, it was also the climax. Apollo let out an "Ahhh!" and his
semen and vaginal fluid gushed out simultaneously from his penis and vulva, while the two plum blossoms on the ridge sprayed out strands of milk...
"Pedu, this is a good way to deal with Apollo, isn't it...?"
"...Hmm, a very good idea, but, brother, I have some little things for you." Pedu tossed
three small golden rings to his husband, then continued to enjoy Hela's oral sex.
"Oh, aren't these slut rings? Why are you giving them to me?"
"Brother, these are for Athena, to give you more fun."
"Heh...why not use them on Hela?"
"Heh, she's already a slut, and there are better ones for her."
Hela , became even more excited upon hearing Pedu's words, and her movements became even more intense.
"Athena, let me put on these good things that Pedu gave you!" Athena was shocked, knowing
that as long as she wore these small golden rings, she would eventually become a slave to lust. She shook her head, tears
streaming down her face, but could she refuse when she was tightly bound?
Chapter 1. A Sorrowful Encounter (Part 2)
The husband roughly knocked off the clothespin clipped to her right nipple, and the nipple trembled slightly after being freed from its restraints
. He took out one of the gold rings, pulled it open slightly at the gap, revealing the sharp end. The husband
pulled on the nipple, held the gold ring up to his eye, and then used the sharp end to pierce into the rosy cherry. The moment it pierced through, a drop of
blood immediately bloomed. After the husband joined the two ends of the gold ring together, it flashed a faint golden light,
and disappeared, as if it had always been a part of Athena... A moment later, two
small, dazzling gold rings were embedded in the goddess's nipples. Under the golden light, the rosy cherry trembled slightly, and a few drops of blood
were sprinkled ...
Athena, still in pain, rolled her eyes back, and golden water trickled down her left foot because of the goddess's incontinence
. At this moment, the wicked man used magic to spread Athena's vulva as wide as possible, and played with the goddess
's clitoris with his fingers. Despite her utter reluctance, Athena's body experienced a surge of excitement from the pain, and her clitoris slowly swelled. In the midst of this
excitement , the wicked man forcefully pierced her clitoris with the golden ring, and a sharp pain instantly surged forth. Athena, now
lost in a mixture of pain and pleasure… After the golden ring pierced her clitoris and closed, the three small objects seemed to resonate, simultaneously
emitting a dazzling light.
"Ha… the seal is finally complete. Athena, no magic, no object, can break
the seal of the harlot's ring. From this day forward, your body will disregard your will, becoming a complete prisoner of lust
until the world ends." The wicked man's words plunged the goddess into the abyss of despair. Ignoring
Athena's reaction, he swiftly removed all her restraints, leaving the dazed beauty to lie slumped down. The sensual feast within the temple continued
... ＊
... The three women immediately attracted everyone's attention, not only because they were rare travelers, but also because of their attire: the leader was well -dressed but short; the two following women were both naked, the taller one shirtless, revealing a pair of large breasts, with only small pieces of cloth covering her lower body, barely concealing her genitals, a bronze sword hanging at her waist, and bare snow-white legs; the other was completely naked except for a black necklace around her neck, her hands bound behind her back, her delicate breasts adorned with small gold rings, and her exposed vulva constantly dripping with vaginal fluid, leaving a thin line on the muddy path. The three women walked to a secluded corner of a small thatched hut, and the leader knocked on the door. An old woman answered. "Old woman, here's an ounce (about 300 grams) of gold. It's your payment for renting this house for one night. If you vacate it between now and dawn tomorrow, the gold is yours." The gold had already made the old woman's eyes light up. Although the request was a bit excessive, gold was the most important thing, so she nodded hurriedly, stuffed the gold into her bosom, and left quickly, afraid that this golden goose would change its mind. The three people in this group were none other than Apollo, Apollo, and Athena, but why were they appearing on this chaotic land?

Nearly a year after conquering Mount Olympus, although the gods were now largely under his control—Hela and Venus were
the captives of Pedro (a story to be told in more detail later), Apollo, influenced by the Reversed Needle, had lost his reason, and
Athena had become a prisoner of lust—Wu Fu remained deeply troubled by the loss of the Twelve Sacred Relics. Throughout the year, although
Athena was affected by the seal of the Harlot's Ring, she remained tight-lipped about the Twelve Sacred Relics. Unable to find a solution,
Wu Fu sought advice from his brother Pedro. Pedro believed that since the Twelve Sacred Relics were intimately connected to Athena, they should
search for them in Greece with her; eventually, they would find something. Wu Fu knew this was a futile effort, but losing the Twelve
Sacred Relics was like a thorn in his side, so he reluctantly went ahead with it. However, Athena's name was too dazzling, so he renamed her
Betty and, along with Maggie (Apollo's alias), traveled the world.
After the old woman had gone, the scoundrel instructed Maggie to prepare food and drinks, while he took out his penis and had Betty
serve him. After a year of training, Betty was now skilled. Her delicate tongue gently licked
the base of his penis, then she took his two testicles into her mouth, teasing them rapidly with her tongue. The
testicles began to heat up and swell slightly, and his penis, initially soft and limp, gradually grew larger and harder. She released
the testicles from her mouth, her nimble tongue licking around the shaft until it reached the glans. After a few light flicks with her tongue, she took
it into and slowly began to stroke it. Betty relaxed her jaw, trying to take the thick penis into her mouth as much as possible. Each stroke
reached all the way to her throat, and to ease the discomfort, her mouth constantly secreted saliva for lubrication.
With the lubrication, Betty's masturbation gradually quickened. After more than a thousand piston-like movements, the penis suddenly grew
large. The husband pressed Betty's head down and thrust wildly a few more times, his semen erupting into her mouth.
Betty swallowed desperately, even after the penis withdrew from her mouth, she still sucked on it,
licking away the semen that clung to her lips—semen had been her only food for the past year.
While Betty was playing oral sex, Maggie wasn't idle either. As soon as she put down the bread and wine,
the husband tore off the only piece of cloth, revealing Maggie's smaller-than-average vulva. He inserted his fingers, pinching
her clitoris; her narrow vagina seemed unable to withstand the touch and tightly gripped his fingers, her vaginal fluids slowly overflowing.
Maggie 's hands were also busy. While enjoying the sensation in her vulva, her hands constantly kneaded her breasts, the large mounds
shifting and changing shape, while her nipples stood proudly erect, faintly gleaming with a silvery sheen—two streams of fresh milk
spurted from between her fingers. "Ah..." With a cry of pleasure, her little hole tightly
locked onto her husband's fingers, and her vaginal fluids gushed out...
"Ah..." At this moment, another joyful sound came from outside. Maggie, who had just ejaculated, didn't
wait for her husband's command, and swiftly lunged forward with her sword, slashing at the voyeur outside. Without any unnecessary
movements , Maggie's bronze sword followed an arc, attacking from top to bottom, seemingly slow but actually fast.
But the voyeur's reaction was not bad either; he raised the longsword beside him, sheath and all, barely managing to
block . The wooden scabbard couldn't withstand Maggie's full-force attack, shattering into splinters that scattered in all directions. However, the flawless
swordplay was slowed by the scabbard. The opportunity was fleeting, but enough to escape. The voyeur, disregarding
decorum, used a lazy, rolling motion to create some distance before adopting a stance with level eyes,
resisting the relentless killing intent.
The dark clouds obscuring the moon slowly dispersed, and soft light once more bathed the ground. The two, facing each other, peered at each other by
the moonlight . The voyeur never dreamed that her attacker was a naked female swordsman,
the killing intent in her eyes clearly visible. The contemptuous lower stance infuriated her, but her still
trembling left hand constantly reminded her of her opponent's strength.
The voyeur blushed instantly, for she discovered a penis between her and the other's genitals. Worse still, this
penis was not only erect but also throbbing provocatively; even more shameful was the fact that the small opening beneath it
was dripping with vaginal fluid, and her labia were twitching obscenely. Meanwhile, the voyeur in Maggie's eyes was a
short but energetic black-haired girl of about sixteen, her sharp eyes revealing a stubborn personality, and her
intellectual gaze strangely familiar. Her sword-wielding hands and the strong thighs beneath her short skirt hinted at considerable skill.
"Maggie, come back… little girl, practice your swordsmanship before you peep next time, so you don't embarrass yourself.
If Maggie hadn't just climaxed, ten little girls wouldn't have been able to withstand a single sword strike, heh…" Before the words were even finished, Maggie
darted into the room, leaving only the black-clad girl standing there, stunned.
The girl in black, named Alyssa, was the only granddaughter of the old woman renting out the small house. Alyssa
had been away from this place for six years, having studied swordsmanship under a renowned master since she was ten. Gifted and intelligent, she had mastered the essence
of her master's skills ; all she lacked was experience and physical strength. So, she was sent to wander and gain experience, her first stop
being her long-lost hometown.
However, by chance, the grandmother and granddaughter missed each other, finding several strangers inside the ancestral house. Curious,
Alyssa peeked through the crack in the door and, unexpectedly, witnessed a series of fascinating scenes. When the man
exposed his penis, Alyssa unconsciously reached for her sparsely haired vulva, playing with it through her panties
… Later, when she saw Maggie being penetrated by the man's fingers, she even inserted her fingers into her vulva inside her panties
, moving them in and out in rhythm with the man's movements. In the ecstasy of lost pleasure, her vigilance gradually faded, and at the moment
of , she even let out a seductive moan, which also nearly cost her her life.
The sword fell from her exhausted hand, and Alyssa knelt dejectedly, ashamed of her childish swordsmanship
(if she had known that Apollo had defeated her in a single move, she might have had a different perspective on her skills).
She secretly resolved to practice diligently and avenge this defeat. No longer bewildered, Alyssa picked up her scabbardless sword again, and
with a few swift strokes, galloped towards the eastern forest…
As the moon moved from its zenith to its waning horizon, a beast appeared outside the desolate hut—a
black dog larger than a person. It sniffed here and there, as if searching for something, finally stopping at the spot where
Alyssa masturbated. It sniffed at a small puddle of water, then
let out excited "woof~," "woof~," before galloping eastward.
Chapter Two. The Awakening of the Holy Spirit, the Metamorphosis of the Demon (Part 1)
Except for Athens, the Greek city-states were all plunged into chaos, with soldiers and bandits indistinguishable, especially
the towns on the frontiers. A year of plundering had spurred a rebellion of the oppressed populace, forming more than ten local forces.
The forces that rivaled the army were most formidable, with the bandits of Fochion, who roamed the eastern seas, being the most powerful. Although Fochion was
a pirate , he primarily plundered the wealth of the people plundered by the army and the ill-gotten gains of unscrupulous merchants. Coupled with his acts of charity towards the populace,
he was deeply respected, and his name became a taboo among the military and unscrupulous merchants.
Doru Village, a small village on the edge of Fochion's territory, had enjoyed temporary peace thanks to the reputation of the Fochion clan. But
today, however, it was in an uproar. A small squad of soldiers, disregarding Fochion's
intimidating indulging in a bloody plunder. Dean sat leisurely under a large tree, legs crossed, enjoying freshly picked
grapes while watching his men's exploits.
"Hey! Brothers, grab as many young girls as you can, and kill the rest if they resist..."
Hearing this, the dozen or so ravenous soldiers plundered even more fiercely. The number of captured girls, stolen wealth, and murdered
villagers continued to rise…
“Beast, stop!” A crisp, violent shout shook the entire area, and all eyes were fixed on the newcomer—
a sixteen-year-old girl in black, Ayali.
The illegal activities resumed, because no one believed she could turn the tide, including the persecuted group.
One soldier, oblivious to the danger, leered and rubbed his hands together as he approached Ayali.
The young female swordsman said nothing, and with a flick of her bronze sword in her right hand… Ayali before the soldier
was suddenly split in two, slowly drifting to either side… The unmoving Ayali remained staring ahead like a stone statue, while the one
split in two was the contemptuous soldier. This unfortunate soldier's last realization was the dripping
of bruised blood from the bronze sword.
The astonishing result plunged everyone into silence, a silence of utter bewilderment. "Swish—"
The sound of Dean drawing his sword roused the bewildered soldiers. Their eyes bloodshot, they formed a defensive line around Alyssa,
preparing to avenge their fallen comrade. Dean, too, abandoned his earlier recklessness, cautiously monitoring the perimeter.
"...Kill!"
"Fuck her! I'll kill you, you bitch!"
"Tear her to pieces to avenge Marco!"
"...Kill..."
The soldiers surged forward frantically, attacking with spears and swords. Surrounded by many, Alyssa
displayed the results of her years of arduous training. She parried the incoming sword strike with ease, then slid
aside from behind, turned, and plunged into the arms of the spear-wielding soldier, thrusting her sword straight at his chest.
Spears are inherently disadvantageous in melee combat, and the soldier reluctantly retreated. However, Alyssa was
faster ; before he could take his third step, the bronze sword had already pierced his heart. By the fourth step, blood
spurted out along with the sword. Just after the seventh step, he lay stiffly on the ground, his eyes still showing a blank expression
in death . Breaking through the encirclement, Alyssa unexpectedly plunged back into the crowd, taking advantage of the enemy's surprise to
slash her sword at the necks of two of them. As they instinctively raised their weapons, two enormous heads
rolled on the ground...
"Scatter! Scatter quickly! Don't crowd together..." Dean, realizing the girl's strategy, hurriedly ordered
his comrades to scatter, but it was too late. As they scattered, Alyssa had also
finished off nine of the remaining ten soldiers. Now, only the dying soldier remained, clinging to life, facing off in the distance. Covered in blood,
Alyssa's eyes gleamed with pride in her swordsmanship, the blood of her enemies serving as indelible evidence.
"Stop!"
Alyssa wouldn't halt her efforts to eliminate the remaining enemies just because of Dean's words, but when she caught sight of
a little girl being held hostage by Dean, her confident face turned ashen. She couldn't ignore
the lives of innocents.
"Hmph! Despicable."
"Yes, indeed despicable. But very useful. Heh... if you don't want anything to happen to this little brat, you
'd better do as I say. Heh, drop your weapon."
Before Alyssa could think further, Dean placed his sword against the little girl's neck; a fraction more and it would sever the artery.
Alyssa only angrily throw the sword down. The surviving soldier, without a word, punched Alyssa hard
in the stomach. She doubled over in pain; though her swordsmanship was superb, she was still a girl, and her stomach couldn't withstand such a heavy blow
. With a series of resounding "bangs," the merciless soldiers rained down punches on Alyssa's abdomen
. Alyssa, now a human punching bag, stubbornly endured the blows without uttering a sound. By the time Dean called for a
halt, she had taken over twenty heavy blows, finally collapsing to the ground, clutching her stomach,
blood trickling from the corner of her mouth…
"Such a stubborn little girl, taking so many blows from Dinlao without a whimper. Heh… but in my
hands, you'll eventually beg for mercy… Dinlao, the usual."
Dinlao bound Alyssa tightly against the tree trunk, her hands and right leg twisted behind the tree and bound securely,
the girl 's entire weight resting on her left leg. Seeing Alyssa's predicament, Dean reassuredly sheathed his sword,
believing that, except for a miracle, no one could escape such a position. However, he had no intention of letting
the little girl go. To Dean, tender seedlings were his true love, especially with the torture
scene unfolding before him. Besides, if he could extract useful information from the prisoner, wouldn't that be...
"Hey... little girl, tell me your name. And what's your
relationship ?"
"Pah! You're not worthy to discuss my business..."
"Slap! Slap!" Before Alyssa could finish speaking, Dean had already slapped her twice hard across the face. From the hatred
in his eyes, it was clear he would not hesitate to torture the beautiful prisoner.
"Dianlao, don't ruin her face, it'll spoil my appetite... You can do whatever you want with the rest, consider it
compensation for your brother."
"Understood, Captain... So, may I begin?"
"As you wish."
"Heh... you slut, let me show you what it's like to be in ecstasy, heh..." Dianlao untied
a ram's horn from his waist and waved it in front of Yalisha: "Do you know what's in this? It's a potent aphrodisiac that will make a woman feel good
for half a day , now you can enjoy it..." He brought the ram's horn close to Yalisha's small mouth, and suddenly
a mouthful of saliva flew over, sticking right to her eyelid.
"Pervert! I won't give in even if you kill me."
"Heh... humph, I won't let you get away with this. Anyway, I want to see how wanton a woman will become after swallowing the aphrodisiac in the whole ram's horn
." Without giving Yalisha a chance to resist, Dianlao gripped her jawbone with one hand and pulled the ram's horn...
The medicine in the corner was injected into her body.
Meanwhile
, Dean frowned deeply as he listened. The aphrodisiacs were enough to turn all the women in the village into
prostitutes , and now they were all in Alyssa's belly. If she didn't
have intercourse with at least thirty strong men and reach orgasm between sunrise and sunset, she would eventually become a sex-obsessed womanizer.
Despite his thoughts, Dean didn't stop her. After all, he wasn't one to show mercy to women, especially since he had a six-year-old sister
in his arms . As Dean stripped his little sister naked, she slowly woke up. Seeing her
surroundings, she could only burst into tears.
"Little sister, don't cry, or I'll make you unhappy and tie you up like I did."
"Waaah... Amy... I won't... cry, I won't... cry..."
"That's right, that's a good girl! Amy, tell me what this is called." Dean coaxed
her while running his finger along the pink little crevice.
"...Little nipple. Used for... peeing..."
"Amy is so smart. Do you know what else little nipples can do?"
"...I don't know, Mommy didn't teach me!"
"Amy, be good, I'll tell you, Amy can also insert my little penis here." "
Really? What's my little penis like?"
"Want to know? Come on, Amy, untie my pants and see for yourself."
Naive Amy reached her little hands into Dean's pants, completely unaware of the bad news that was about to happen.
Before long, she had pulled out a small worm.
"It's so soft, brother, how do I insert it into my little breasts?"
"Amy, be good, let brother do a magic trick for you... Amy, have you sucked your fingers?"
"Is it like this...?" The innocent Amy put her fingers in her mouth and sucked.
"Yes, Amy is so smart. Come on, put brother's little penis in your mouth and suck it, and lick it with your tongue, and
something magical will appear in a while."
Amy, unaware of his intentions, actually did as Dean said. Under Amy's clumsy movements, Dean's
real little penis gradually grew bigger. The uncomfortable feeling made Amy spit out the penis and look at Dean in confusion.
"Look, Amy, isn't your little cock all hard now?"
"Yeah. It's amazing!"
"There's something even more amazing. If Amy sucks harder, it'll produce cream. Want to try it?"
"Really, brother, I want it... um..." Naive Amy, eager to taste
the cream , continued to lick Dean's penis with all her might...
************
While Dean was enjoying himself, Alyssa wasn't having an easy time either. Her clothes had been roughly torn off by Dean, and
the only thing still intact was her panties. Under the influence of the potent aphrodisiac, Alyssa's cheeks were
flushed, her vulva was overflowing with vaginal fluid, and her panties were completely soaked. More vaginal fluid flowed down her left thigh to
the ground . Apart from her stubborn eyes, Alyssa looked like a whore who needed to be fucked.
"Hey... I really like that strong look in your eyes. To satisfy my interest, don't beg for mercy so quickly. There's still
a lot more for you to enjoy. You know that, Fa?"
Alyssa had no time to refute Dinlau's mockery, as she was focused on dealing with
the torment to avoid uttering shameless lewd words. All she could think about was killing the person before her.
Chapter Two. The Awakening of the Holy Spirit, the Metamorphosis of the Demon (Part Two)
Under Amy's ministrations, Dean's little guy was on the verge of exploding. Of course, he didn't want to
waste his precious first shot in her mouth. Dean forcefully pushed Amy down between his legs, raised his penis, and thrust it into her crevice. He inserted it several times
before finally finding his target, but it still caused her excruciating pain. Although his penis
was covered in Amy's saliva, which could serve as lubricant, the target was still an undeveloped vagina. Just as he squeezed the head of his penis
in, it was dislodged again due to Amy's constant struggles.
Dean, enraged by his near-defeat, grabbed Amy by the neck
and violently shook her. Amy panicked; the pressure on her neck made it hard to breathe, her face turning
purplish-red, her limbs struggling desperately…
But the beast's brute strength was no match for a little girl. Amy's resistance quickly subsided; her limbs fell
limply , her eyes bulged like a dead fish, her tongue lolled out dramatically, and two streams of bloody tears streamed down her face
—Amy had suffocated.
"Damn! Even in death, you have to commit necrophilia."
The perverted Dean didn't lie; he actually stepped forward, his penis already inserted into the still-warm corpse. The urine
she had incontinently produced became a substitute for vaginal lubrication, and with the muscles relaxed after death, Dean was able to thrust smoothly.
After a round of piston-like movements, Dean finally ejaculated inside Amy. As he quietly withdrew,
warm semen, mixed with traces of blood, trickled out from the cold, fleshy opening…
************
Witnessing the tragedy, Alyssa burst into tears. She wanted to scream in agony, but her mouth was stuffed with cloth—
her own panties soaked with her own juices.
“Heh… you wanted to beg for mercy, but it’s too late. You’ll at least get a
taste of the ‘thousand bites’ prepared just for you!”
Dean poured the honey he had plundered onto Alyssa’s breasts, little by little. In no time, her snow-white
skin had turned golden. Dean didn’t stop there; a thin
layer of candied fruit was also applied to the inside of her thighs and the sole of her right foot.
“The main course is here, enjoy!”
Dean found an anthill somewhere, waved it in front of Alyssa, and then tied it around her neck with a rope.
Industrious ants swarmed out, the sweet scent attracting numerous foragers who filed towards the honey-saturated pepper milk.
Hundreds of ants clung to her naked body, relentlessly biting and nibbling, the itching and pain assaulting
Alyssa . Some were even more daring, exploring her inner thighs and even the edges of her vagina… No matter how strong you are, you
eventually succumb to the torment and faint.
**********
...

"No time, no space, no form, including you and me."
"..." Suddenly found in another dimension, Alyssa felt utterly bewildered.
"Alyssa, this isn't our first meeting. Do you remember that night a year ago?"
"...A year ago."
"Yes, a year ago, I transformed into a golden light, streaking across the sky under the eerie crimson moon. Drawn
by your unwavering heart, I became a golden arrow, piercing your heart, and have slumbered ever since."
"What the hell are you? If you've been slumbering, why have you reappeared?"
"I don't belong to any of the world's beings. To be precise, I'm merely a spirit. Besides me,
there are eleven other spirits similar to me. In an era when Greece was still a paradise, we
appeared as twelve golden artifacts, slumbering within the sacred mirror, receiving the blessings of the gods, and bearing the responsibility of purifying
the world . Unfortunately, a year ago, something went wrong..."
"What happened a year ago?"
"A year ago, on a night when the gods were ravaged, Mount Olympus was occupied by non-gods, and evil
defiled the sacred mirror. In this time of great suffering, the goddess Athena roused us from our slumber, imploring us to find the
chosen ones to save the gods from their calamity."
"Am I one of the chosen ones?"
"Yes, because you possess a steadfast heart and a courageous spirit. And everything you possess
is precisely my quality."
"Your quality?"
"We twelve spiritual beings each possess different personality traits, from humans to gods, and mine embodies
'steadfastness.' Today, your steadfast attitude in facing the humiliation you have suffered is the perfect
opportunity for us to fully connect. Alyssa, are you willing to form a pact with me to save the gods and the world together?"
"Wait, aren't I one of the chosen ones? Why do I need to form a pact?"
"A contract is merely a ritual, a process of the spirit and the chosen one becoming one. When the contract
is established , the chosen one will gain wisdom and power from the spirit. However, if the chosen one is unwilling, although
it is a pity, we will not force them, because without mutual tolerance and understanding, a union will not only fail to complement each other's
deficiencies but will also repel each other, resulting only in mutual destruction. The formation of a contract is simple, but its significance
is profound..."
"I understand. Although I don't know if I can handle it, I will try."
"That's wonderful, Alyssa. Before we form the contract, do you have any questions? But after we become
one, I will never appear again." "
...I just want to know your name." "
Scorpio..."
At this moment, the sphere of light before Alyssa suddenly burst forth with thousands of golden rays, gradually engulfing the chaos.
A small object slowly appeared at the center of the sphere of light. Upon closer inspection, it was a golden scorpion... Her martial arts skills were no less than those of her father
Zeus and her brother Apollo, and even the brave and skilled Mars would retreat in the face of her. With
outstanding divine abilities and appearance, the arrogant Athena
disdains . Therefore, the Moon Temple is guarded only by beautiful female soldiers.

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