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However, she was quickly driven away by the little witch. This wasn't out of prejudice, but rather because the little witch believed that in such a touching reunion after a long separation, it would be better for the saintesses to be closer.
Saintess Dorothy's lips were soon taken by Saintess Zenser, who passionately kissed the beautiful saintess. Saintess Zenser's heart began to pound, feeling the intense allure of her former sister, which she found almost unbearable.
As a beautiful lesbian saintess, Zenser was highly skilled in lesbian relationships and intercourse. Although she had been subdued by Elva and was now only interested in him, cruelly abandoning her former lesbian lovers, this intimate kiss with Saintess Dorothy reignited her old lesbian spirit. Deeply kissing her former sister, her hands couldn't help but caress Dorothy's body, excitedly teasing her erogenous zones, a sudden, burning desire to make love to her arose within her.
Saint Dorothy's two delicious breasts were occupied by the Libra Saintess and her niece. The pure and kind Aries Saintess, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears, was forced by her master and aunt to take Saint Dorothy's nipples into her mouth, silently sucking the sweet milk. Gradually, she was infected by the aphrodisiac power emanating from the breasts, her panting becoming more rapid, her tender lips sucking even harder. The
poor Gladiolus girl, however, was treated even worse than the Aries Saintess. The little witch grabbed her lovely, pale red hair, forcing her to kneel behind Elva, bending her delicate body forward to lick Saint Dorothy's honeyed vulva!
Elva mercifully spread his legs, allowing her to peek over them and bury her face between Saint Dorothy's shapely legs. Her slender body was then held between his legs, and he stood proudly above her, thrusting into Saint Dorothy's soft, voluptuous breasts with abandon.
The gladiolus girl, her eyes brimming with tears, sobbed softly. Her beautiful face slowly pressed against the two snow-white, slender legs, gazing at the saint's petals flowing with nectar. Clear tears dripped onto Saint Dorothy's honeyed vulva.
But the little witch's threatening voice forced her to open her cherry lips, tears streaming down her face, and take her close sister's tender petals into her mouth. Her delicate tongue gently licked the tender flesh at the entrance of the vulva, licking the sweet and sour nectar little by little, swallowing it with shame.
Her soft, jade-like body was tightly held between Elva's legs. She felt the vibrations of his legs, knowing he was defiling Saint Dorothy, which filled her with even greater shame and indignation. Tears streamed down her jade-like cheeks, dripping onto Saint Dorothy's golden pubic hair.
Gently licked, Saint Dorothy couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Her extremely sensitive body could clearly feel the smooth, fragrant tongue gently licking the tender flesh at the entrance of her honeyed orifice, stimulating her desire and causing her body to tremble. A large amount of honey-like fluid gushed out like cheese, flowing into the mouth of the sword-orchid girl, who sucked hard on the honeyed orifice, drinking down all the fluid that flowed out.
Admiring the several saintesses intimately huddled together, the scene so sensual and alluring, the little witch clapped and laughed excitedly. She flew over, grabbed Saint Aquarius, and dragged her over, pressing her behind Elva, making her kneel on the ground, rubbing her smooth jade-like cheeks against Elva's buttocks to enhance the pleasure.
The scene in the hall was erotic and alluring. Seven saintesses, including Elva, were intimately huddled together, engaging in passionate sexual activity. Only Saintess Wilt was bound to a pillar, forced to watch this dreamlike scene unfold, only able to lewdly observe Elva's naked body, unable to help her fellow saintesses.
Saintess Aquarius, still wearing her expensive long dress, had her hair grabbed by the little witch, who forced her fair cheeks against Elva's buttocks. The strange smell of various lewd fluids filled her nostrils, filling her with extreme shame and indignation. Tears streaming down her face, she screamed, "Elsa, you wicked thing..."
The innocent and lovely girl, upon realizing Elsa's true nature, was overcome with grief and anger. She could only open her cherry lips and bite hard into Elva's buttocks!
Elva was enjoying the most beautiful breasts in the world, experiencing intense pleasure from the breast play. His thrusting speed increased, and just as he was about to reach his peak, a sudden pain shot from behind, startling him. Under this intense stimulation, he could no longer control himself and ejaculated violently, shooting a large amount of hot semen onto Saint Dorothy's pure white, perfect body.
A wave of dizziness washed over him. All Elva could clearly feel was how soft, smooth, and elastic Saint Dorothy's breasts were. The sensation of his penis being tightly gripped by those breasts, the friction and tightness, was so wonderful, it was almost heavenly.
At this moment, the beautiful aunt and niece saintesses, Libra and Aries, had already released Saintess Dorothy's nipples and were now taking Elva's trembling testicles into their cherry-like mouths, gently and tightly sucking on them. They were completely oblivious to the milk still trickling from their red lips, staining their smooth chins with specks of milk, which flowed down to Elva's penis and thighs.
His testicles could clearly feel the warm, moist touch of the beautiful women's sucking, while his buttocks were being tightly gripped and sucked hard by Saintess Aquarius. He could clearly feel her fragrant tongue licking his buttocks, her pearly teeth clenching, making him tremble and gasp. Amidst the intense pain, the pleasure of orgasm intensified. His legs tightly clamped around the body of the gladiolus girl beneath him, his thick penis throbbing as he ejaculated a large amount of scalding semen onto Saintess Dorothy.
Saintess Dorothy also reached her climax at this moment. In her grief and anger, the gladiolus girl sucked harder and harder, finally bringing her extremely sensitive body to orgasm. The stimulating pleasure of breast sex was also a key factor in her rapid climax.
A large amount of hot semen sprayed towards her. In a daze, Elva swayed, his penis withdrawing from her breasts, the glans pointing directly at Saint Dorothy's beautiful face, shooting semen onto her face in a series of sprays, leaving her exquisite face a mess, with semen spraying everywhere, causing a large amount of liquid to flow down her white face. Saint Dorothy was
already dizzy and dazed, but in her dazed state, she could feel the semen spraying towards her. The feeling of excitement overwhelmed her, and she couldn't resist. Involuntarily, she opened her cherry lips, trembling as she met the glans. With a series of sprays, several jets of water shot directly into her wanton mouth, sliding over her fragrant tongue and shooting straight to her throat.
Not far away, Saintess Weil was bound to a pillar in the main hall, forced to witness this lewd scene. Her hair stood on end in grief and indignation.
Though outwardly composed and calm, the thought of how this lecherous man had just thrust his penis into her lips, ejaculating into her teeth and forcing her to swallow it in her panic made her nauseous. Her heart trembled with grief and anger. Saintess Censel,
also in a state of excitement, tightly embraced Saintess Dorothy's equally exquisite and sensual body, straightened up, and forcefully kissed Elva's lips. Her lower body couldn't help but clamp down on Saintess Dorothy's smooth, fragrant shoulders, rubbing her moist petals against them to quell her own lust.
Surrounded by six beautiful saintesses, Elva, in a frenzy of excitement, ejaculated wildly. His head spun, his legs weakened, but his penis continued to spray relentlessly, finally stopping only when it had shrunk and drooped over the saintess Dorothy's jade-like face and radiant golden hair. A drop of white milk stained the tip of her rosy nipple. Turning
his head, Elva glared at the Aquarius saintess, angrily shouting, "Had enough? Did you really want to bite off a piece of flesh to eat at New Year's?"
Only then did he realize the intense pain in his rear; a patch of skin on his buttocks had been bitten through, bleeding and staining her cherry lips red.
The little witch, amused, finally remembered to stop him. She reached out her delicate hand and grabbed the Aquarius saintess's neck, pulling her away. Blood flowed from her cherry-like mouth, leaving a crimson streak on her snow-white chin.
Elva, however, was filled with grief and indignation. Having his buttocks bitten by a beautiful woman was a blow he couldn't bear. He casually cast two healing orbs on his buttocks, watching the wounds gradually heal. Looking up at the Aquarius saintess who had taught him healing magic, he pondered how to deal with her.
Chapter Seven
: Doing a Good Deed Daily. After much thought, Elva finally decided to repay evil with kindness, to give her the greatest pleasure, so that she would suffer in guilt and self-reproach, as a test of her conscience. Just as
he was pondering how to bestow the greatest pleasure upon her, the saintess Dorothy beneath him gritted her teeth and uttered a curse, wishing him the cruelest fate as punishment for his blasphemy. Stimulated
by the breast play, Dorothy was brought to orgasm by the licking of the saintess Minnie. After all, the feeling was different from actual penetration, and the saintess Dorothy quickly recovered. Looking up and seeing the saintess Weil's pitying gaze, it was like being doused with a bucket of ice water, instantly clearing her mind and making her understand her current predicament.
Her lust subsided, replaced by a surge of intense shame. Tasting the semen on her lips, Saint Dorothy blushed crimson with embarrassment. She knew her face was covered in semen, an appearance she couldn't bear to show anyone, especially since her former fellow saintesses had witnessed it. She felt utterly ashamed and could only bitterly curse the demon who had violated her, venting her anger and humiliation.
Elva, too, looked at her with pity, finding it unbelievable that she repaid kindness with ingratitude, failing to recognize his good intentions.
He would, however ungrateful, give this saintess pleasure until her conscience awakened, until she was too ashamed to curse him again—that was the right path.
Without hesitation, Elva, clutching his buttocks, directed his female slaves to tie the two disobedient saintesses together, employing advanced rope-binding techniques to make the bindings look more aesthetically pleasing.
Using the advanced knowledge of civilization he had learned on Earth, Elva personally worked with several saintesses to bind them. The rope bindings were elaborate and intricate, designed to accentuate their curvaceous figures and enviable physiques.
The Aquarius saintess's beautiful clothes were removed, and soon the two saintesses were tightly bound, face to face, unable to move.
Under the skillful rope binding techniques, both pairs of breasts were prominently displayed, appearing even larger and more alluring, causing the saintesses who had set up this scene to gasp and their eyes to sparkle with excitement.
Completely naked and bound, the Aquarius saintess's breasts stood out prominently, not small at all, but rather high and lovely, radiating a lustrous sheen; while the Dorothy saintess's large breasts appeared even more snow-white and high, making Elva almost have a nosebleed from the sight.
Both saintesses screamed angrily, turning to glare at him and loudly cursing the evil demon. In the process of turning their heads, their beautiful faces rubbed against each other, smearing half of Saintess Dorothy's semen onto Saintess Aquarius's face.
Having worked on them for so long, Elva was a little tired, so he waved his hand generously and ordered, "Lick them!"
One witch, two princesses, and three saintesses were all ordered to lick the two disobedient saintesses. Elva casually grabbed Saintess Minnie's pale red hair and stuffed his shrunken penis into her cherry-like mouth, enjoying her licking service. He felt her small mouth opening and closing, moist and tender, sucking him with unparalleled pleasure, and his penis gradually became erect.
The gladiolus girl knelt before him, tears streaming down her face, humiliatedly serving his penis, her heart involuntarily comparing the different tastes of semen and nectar.
She sucked on his hard penis, feeling the thick, hard glans stuck in her throat, before she came to her senses. Terrified, she looked up at the man with the penis, fearing he would become lustful and rape her right there in the hall.
But who was Erhua? He kept his word, and besides, it wasn't time to rape her yet… So Erhua boldly pulled his penis out of her mouth. He strode over to the two saintesses, pressed down on their jade-like bodies, spread their legs, and thrust hard into their tender openings.
The Aquarius saintess was crying out, "Erhua, you bad thing… uh!" Her beautiful eyes rolled back, gasping for breath from the sudden thrust.
Pressed down on the two conjoined beauties, Erhua began to fuck them hard and unrestrained. His thick penis thrust rapidly in and out of their tender openings, rubbing against their moist, delicate walls, until their juices sprayed out, flowing down his penis and splashing onto the three women's thighs.
The Aquarius Saintess was naturally the type who produced a lot of vaginal fluid. Under the powerful aphrodisiac energy of the Demonic Electric Dragon Spear, she was already wet even without much action, let alone such a fierce act of rape. She couldn't help but cry out and scream, cursing intermittently, her words incoherent.
The Dorothy Saintess lay on the thick carpet, pressed down on by the two of them, also suffering terribly. Not only did she have to bear the weight of two people, but she was also panting heavily from the intense impact of Elva's thrusts. Yet, she still gritted her teeth, cursing angrily. Recalling her history of being raped, she couldn't help but shed tears, filled with extreme grief and indignation.
Standing beside her, the Little Witch gave a wink, and then watched with a grin as the two princesses knelt down and began to lick her body.
Princess Cecilia, tears streaming down her face, sorrowfully licked Saint Dorothy's honeyed orifice, gently sucking the nectar flowing from it. Her heart wept, yet her jade-like body seemed to burn with a raging fire, fueling a burning desire within her pure and kind heart, filled with the yearning for Elva's penis.
However, her current status was inferior to that of the other saintesses; in this great hall, she was the lowest rank, and sucking the honeyed orifice of a saintess was her best job at the moment.
Suddenly, a penis pierced through her delicate face, forcing her cheek aside, and plunged fiercely into Saint Dorothy's honeyed orifice, causing Saint Dorothy to let out a scream of excitement mixed with her curses.
Elva, excitedly thrusting, grabbed the jade arms and thighs of some unknown saintess, relentlessly pumping in and out of both orifices. Seeing that Saint Aquarius was about to climax, he withdrew his penis and switched to Saint Dorothy, lest she experience pleasure too soon and fail to understand his painstaking efforts.
Like a towering building losing its footing, the Aquarius Saintess, nearly unconscious from the intense pleasure, was suddenly jolted awake. Opening her beautiful eyes, her face flushed, she screamed with a mixture of dissatisfaction and ecstatic excitement.
She quickly regained her senses, and tears streamed down her face ashamed of her own lack of resolve. She could only curse through her tears, "Elsa, you hateful bastard..."
Her cursing was so poorly executed, repeating the same few phrases over and over. Airva didn't care; he simply held the two Saintesses down, relentlessly pounding into them until they moaned and cried out, unable to control their moans in their dizziness.
Airva panted with excitement, thrusting violently while reaching out to grasp and knead their breasts. Under his forceful kneading, milk flowed from their enormous breasts, splashing between the Saintesses' bodies, staining their perfect forms a wet, glistening mess.
Saintess Dorothy gasped for breath, her mind reeling. The intense friction of the thick, hard penis thrusting into her tender orifice made her gasp for air, waves of pleasure washing over her. Finally, she let out a scream, a clear, melodious cry filled with excited desire. Under Erhua's wanton manipulation, her milk gushed forth. Just as she was about to reach climax, Erhua suddenly withdrew his penis and thrust it into Saintess Aquarius's tender orifice. The
frenzied thrusting left both saintesses dizzy and excited. Although they occasionally remembered to curse, they could only utter broken cries, their bodies trembling incessantly, yearning for the man's defilement.
Lustful fluids flowed freely, and milk sprayed out, making their jade-like bodies wet and glistening. Several holy maidens beside them, whether willingly or unwillingly, pinched and licked their bodies, trying to stimulate their sexual desires. They watched with excitement as these two virtuous sisters screamed and moaned under the drive of lust, twisting their curvaceous and beautiful bodies as they endured the man's rough and violent thrusting.
Elva laughed excitedly, opening his arms to embrace the smooth, jade-like bodies of the two saintesses, groping them wildly. Sometimes he would knead the breasts and beautiful legs of the other saintesses, his thick, hard penis swirling like a whirlwind, thrusting into any opening he could find. Sometimes he would thrust into the anuses of the two saintesses, causing them to moan and cry out in pleasure, cursing him for going to the wrong place.
Their anuses were incredibly tight, and Elva, lost in pleasure, would hastily pull out and thrust into another honeyed hole just as the saintess was about to climax, only then suddenly pulling out again and inserting into another tight anus, enjoying the strange sensation of being tightly gripped by the saintess's rectum.
Time passed swiftly, and the two Holy Maidens, brutally violated, were nearly driven mad. Countless beautiful women's smooth, fragrant tongues licked their bodies, and soft, delicate hands stimulated every erogenous zone, even inserting exquisitely beautiful fingers into their anuses. It was unclear which shameless Holy Maiden was committing such an act, causing them to cry and curse, yet still uncontrollably ejaculating vaginal fluids and breast milk, their bodies trembling violently with pleasure.
Watching the two Holy Maidens being reduced to this state under his brilliant command, Ai Erhua laughed excitedly, exuding the air of a victor, and asked authoritatively, "Do you like it when I do what you like?"
The two Holy Maidens trembled violently, opened their beautiful eyes, met each other with tearful gazes, and were speechless.
But the stimulation emanating from them ignited their lust. The Aquarius Saintess felt a thick, hard penis thrusting into her rear, the aphrodisiac heat coursing through her intestines, burning her to the point of insanity. The naive saintess, incapable of thought, could only sob and scream, "Elsa...you devil..."
Although she only uttered half the sentence, Elsa generously accepted it as the truth and decided to grant her pleasure. With a flick of her penis, she twirled it across her anus, then with a soft "plop," plunged it into her vagina.
The intense aphrodisiac energy surged uncontrollably, causing the Aquarius Saintess to scream, tears of ecstasy streaming from her beautiful eyes. Trembling, she clenched her vagina, finally reaching climax under the relentless, brutal thrusting of the electric dragon spear.
Seeing the flush on her face, a surge of jealousy and envy welled up in Saint Dorothy's heart, causing her to cry out in her dizziness, "I like it too... no, you're cursed..."
Although she quickly realized her mistake and changed her words, regret and shame still overwhelmed her heart, and tears streamed down her beautiful face, mingling with the tears of Saint Aquarius.
Aylward, enjoying the sensation of being tightly gripped by her honeyed passage during his orgasm, suddenly heard her true words. His spirits lifted, and he immediately pulled out his penis, thrusting it fiercely into her honey-filled orifice, pumping wildly with all his might.
"Ah!" The two saintesses screamed in unison, their beautiful eyes widening, their hair practically standing on end with excitement.
More tears streamed from Saint Dorothy's eyes. Her sensual red lips still uttered intermittent curses, but her wildly beating heart knew she could not escape the temptation of lust. Her body trembled wildly beneath his penis, her snow-white buttocks involuntarily thrusting upwards, tightly joined to him, enjoying the climax of his semen gushing into her body.
In the throes of orgasm, her breast milk also involuntarily spurted out, splashing onto Saint Dorothy's tender breasts. Saint Dorothy, in turn, ejaculated copious amounts of vaginal fluid, reaching a peak of ecstasy amidst cries and curses. Her empty, tender orifice spasmed, spraying hot nectar onto Elva's testicles. The scalding hot fluid shot onto Saint Dorothy's petals, making her tremble uncontrollably. The three holy maidens, caught in the throes of passion, breathed heavily with excitement, nearly fainting from the dizzying pleasure. Tears of ecstasy streamed from their eyes, mingling with their bodily fluids, almost enveloping them in a blissful sexual paradise. The
sun shone brightly in the sky, illuminating the streets and alleys of the royal city.
Standing by the street, Ai Erhua stretched languidly, feeling utterly relaxed and content.
He had just thoroughly ravaged the various deflowered holy maidens, the little witch, and the two princesses in the palace hall, and had also enjoyed the delicate mouth of the sword-orchid girl multiple times, almost draining him of his semen. His legs were slightly weak, but this didn't stop him from happily strolling through the streets.
Of all the beauties in the hall, only the holy maiden Wei'er remained untouched by him, but he had sacrificed himself, stripping naked for her to voyeuristically indulge her desires.
He was confident that one day he would be able to subdue this saintly lady and have his way with her, but he wasn't sure when he could overcome her mental fortitude.
Shaking his head, putting the matter behind him, Erhua strolled lightly down the street. Suddenly, he saw an old woman standing by the roadside. He hurried over, grabbed her arm, and habitually gave it a gentle rub.
As a righteous young man of the day, Erhua wasn't actually a fan of mature women. He was simply kindly helping the unsteady old woman across the street, starting his daily act of kindness. The old woman was a little bewildered, looking at him with her dim eyes, not understanding why he was helping her cross the street, because she only wanted to stand in the sun in front of her house and didn't want to go to the other side.
Erhua, of course, could see that too, so he didn't thank her or show any appreciation. He simply clapped his hands happily and walked away, feeling quite pleased with his good deed.
Standing on the other side of the road, the old woman gazed sadly at her front door. Just as she was about to risk crossing the road to go home, two men suddenly surrounded her and put their arms around her.
"Grandma," the older bard said kindly, "how do you feel about being helped across the road by His Highness the Prince?"
"Ah, I dare not..." the hard-of-hearing old woman repeated, looking at them strangely, not understanding what they were talking about.
"Very touching, isn't it? You should write it down!" the young bard said excitedly, taking out a notebook and quickly scribbling down an important sentence.
These two men were hired by Edward to record Prince Edward's benevolent actions, compose poems about them, and teach them to other bards, so that the whole continent would be filled with tales of Prince Edward's great deeds.
Of course, this was only the beginning. In the future, as Prince Edward accomplished great feats, these would also be sung by bards throughout the land, filling the people with reverence and admiration for this great prince.
Walking slowly down the street, the people lining the road bowed respectfully to the prince who ruled the capital, their eyes drawn to his princely attire. Many young girls secretly cast flirtatious glances at the handsome prince.
Elwar smiled back at them with an air of righteousness and waved to the crowd. Suddenly, he heard screams.
In the distance, a magnificent, enormous carriage sped towards them, its exterior adorned with the coat of arms of a noble family.
The four tall horses, already terrified, neighed and galloped wildly towards Elwar, their speed so great that the surrounding crowd screamed and scattered in panic. The old woman who
had been helped along earlier was now paralyzed with fear by the roadside, thinking how lucky she was to have been slow; otherwise, if she had been in the middle of the street, she would likely have been run over and killed!
The two bards hurriedly dragged her further away from the carriage, while the younger bard, still staring intently at the prince, diligently searching for any trace of his composure in the face of danger, and composing his next ode to the great Prince Edward.
In the middle of the road, a young woman stood frozen, her eyes wide with terror, feeling her limbs stiffen, unable to move, and powerless to escape.
Just moments ago, she was exchanging glances with His Highness the Prince when a sudden wave of confusion washed over her. Unconsciously, she found herself in the middle of the street. Hearing the cries of alarm, the carriage hurtled towards her. She was now powerless, as if trapped in a nightmare, and could only watch helplessly as the massive carriage hurtled towards her.
Suddenly, a lithe figure flashed past, strong arms catching her upper body, his hand gripping her breasts tightly, dragging her aside. At the last second, he saved her life from
the carriage's wrath. Feeling the wind whipping across her face, the girl, still shaken, didn't even have time to thank him before the man who had saved her was already running after the carriage.
The girl looked up, tears of gratitude welling in her eyes, at Prince Edward's figure. Suddenly, she felt that his back was so tall and imposing, like a god, inspiring awe.
The carriage raced wildly down the street. The driver struggled desperately to pull on the reins, but he couldn't control the four runaway horses. He could only cry out in terror, his hands and feet icy cold.
Behind him, the curtain was lifted, and a pretty girl of only fifteen or sixteen stared wide-eyed out. Her petite body swayed violently with the carriage's jolting, her face deathly pale with fear. Her heart sank to the bottom, and she vaguely sensed that she was about to perish in the kingdom's capital along with the wild horses!
Rapid footsteps came from behind. A muscular figure sprinted down the street, catching up with the carriage with lightning speed. With a quick tug, he leaped onto the carriage, shoved the driver aside, snatched the reins from his hand, and, standing on the carriage, pulled backward with all his might. The force was so great that it even made the four wild horses rear up.
The citizens lining the road stared in disbelief at the galloping carriage, clearly seeing the handsome Prince Edward standing tall atop it, his hands gripping the reins of four wild horses with unwavering resolve. His imposing figure, radiating power, was forever etched in their hearts.
The four horses reared up, neighing loudly, but ultimately succumbed to Prince Edward's immense strength, halting their charge. When Elwar released his grip, they all tumbled to the ground, one collapsing from the strain onto the road.
At that moment, the massive carriage was only ten paces from a group of children playing ahead, a situation of extreme danger that sent chills down the spines of the onlookers.
Elwar slightly loosened his grip on the reins, offering a humble smile to the adoring gazes of the crowd.
He had subtly employed his beast-taming skills with those horses, allowing him to subdue them with minimal effort.
However, relying solely on this to subdue the warhorse would raise suspicions about his connection to the Aries Palace of the Saintess Convent, and it wouldn't be conducive to establishing the prince's heroic image.
In the sky, the little witch flew above his head, laughing excitedly and dancing joyfully.
The horse's fright was actually her doing; otherwise, how could she quickly establish Prince Edward's image as a benevolent and compassionate hero?
Elward stood tall and righteous atop the carriage, displaying his imposing figure to the citizens, and slowly turned to give the girl who had almost been knocked down by the warhorse a reassuring smile.
He had used a little trick of mental magic to make her unconsciously walk into the middle of the road, unable to escape. Now, judging from the two bards beside him writing furiously, it was clear that the prince wouldn't lack stories of heroic rescues.
Next, Elva turned around to face the young girl in the carriage and said in a gentle, elegant voice, "My lovely lady, are you alright?"
The naive Duchess Danu, her beautiful eyes filled with tears of gratitude, looked at the handsome prince before her, accompanied by the white horse slumped to the ground behind him. The prince's majestic figure was deeply etched into her heart, which was beginning to stir with first love.
Chapter Eight: A Sensual Feast
Eating was a very happy time for Elva, especially when her penis could simultaneously penetrate the tight, sweet vagina of a stunning beauty. The one
she was fortunate enough to have was Saintess Dorothy. Having trained for many years, her body was strong and beautiful, and the walls of her vagina gripped her penis powerfully, making Elva gasp with pleasure as she ate, extremely satisfied with her blissful sex life.
He sat on a luxurious, thick carpet, while Saint Dorothy straddled him, her long, snow-white legs spread wide. Her thirsty, moist passage swallowed his entire penis, her vulva constantly pulling and squeezing, as if trying to extract his semen.
After their last sexual encounter, she finally understood the difference in their sexual prowess. Unable to resist the burning desire within her, she succumbed once more, offering little resistance to Elwa's abuse. Even when he violated her during meals, she accepted it as normal.
After all, she now used sex to forget her troubles. Each time his penis entered her or when she masturbated, she felt intense pleasure, making her unable to think about the painful realities of life.
Astride him, while Princess Cecilia fed her, Saint Dorothy closed her eyes, her rounded buttocks heaving as she swallowed and released Elva's penis, hoping the intense friction would extinguish the lust within her and allow her to enter a happier world, forgetting all her troubles.
Elva leaned against the thick blankets, comfortably enjoying the exquisite pleasure of being violated by Saint Dorothy. Beside him, Princess Qinana fed him; the royal chef's superb skills had created a delicious feast that made him so happy he almost swallowed his tongue.
Saint Aquarius, her snow-white and beautiful body naked, knelt on the thick blanket, also eating the dishes laid out on the table before her. As she ate, she muttered, "Bad Elisa," then angrily bit into her food and swallowed it down.
She refused to have sex while eating; if Elva forced himself on her, she would rather not eat. This was even more disobedient than Saint Dorothy, but Lord Elva, being magnanimous, decided to discipline her slowly, so there was no rush.
Princess Qinana, also naked, knelt beside Elva with a grin, feeding him while admiring the ecstatic expression on Saint Dorothy's face. Suddenly, an idea struck her, and she took a mouthful of food and kissed Dorothy's lips.
Feeling the soft touch on her lips, Saint Dorothy, whose eyes were closed, was slightly startled. Then, the pink-haired girl fed her a bite of food, making her open her eyes. Looking into Princess Qinana's lustful eyes, a bitter feeling rose in her heart, but she could only silently eat the food in her mouth, and incidentally bite Dorothy's tongue. Whether it was a minor punishment or driven by her inner desires, she herself couldn't say.
Elva found it amusing and turned to Princess Cecilia, his meaning clear: the kind princess could only hold back her tears, her cherry-like mouth trembling as she kissed him, feeding him in this way.
The other saintesses had their own affairs to attend to, and had imprisoned Saintess Weil and Minnie elsewhere, leaving only the few of them. Elva preferred this arrangement, avoiding Saintess Weil's glare that would prevent him from even enjoying his meal. After a
few bites, Elva felt thirsty and lazily said, "I'm thirsty, I want milk!"
Princess Cecilia hurriedly agreed, momentarily at a loss, but then she saw the wicked smile on his face, understood, and her heart sank. She could only lower her head tearfully, pressing her beautiful face against Saintess Dorothy's ample breasts.
With her cherry lips slightly parted, Princess Cecilia took the rosy nipple into her mouth and silently suckled until her mouth was full of the dewy milk. Then she raised her head and kissed Elva's lips.
Elva happily drank the delicious nectar, shared a sweet kiss with the beautiful princess, and released her soft, fragrant lips. He watched as her pretty face pressed against Saint Dorothy's breasts, her snow-white breasts pressed tightly against her delicate red lips, a sight of them silently suckling. He generously released her breasts back onto Princess Cecilia's lips, feeding her.
Because her body had been immersed in a potent aphrodisiac for so long, the sweet milk also contained aphrodisiac substances. Silently drinking the milk of the saintess he loved, Princess Cecilia's body quickly warmed, her cheeks flushed, and her beautiful eyes sparkled, making her look both elegant and captivating.
Elva happily ate and drank, watching Saint Dorothy and Princess Qinana's intimate kissing and eating. Suddenly, an idea struck him. He lowered his head, grabbed her snow-white, voluptuous breasts, and took her rosy nipples into his mouth, sucking vigorously on the milk.
His method of suckling differed from Princess Cecilia's gentle style. He sucked and licked simultaneously, causing Saint Dorothy to moan softly. Her jade buttocks moved more rapidly against him, and in the midst of this pleasurable debauchery, he fed them milk little by little, intimately feeding them as a dessert at lunchtime. While
eating the milk she herself produced, Saint Dorothy silently swallowed her food mixed with the milk, and passionately kissed the handsome young man and the playful girl before her. A perverse pleasure surged from the depths of her heart, making her body increasingly hot, her honeyed passage scalding, tightly gripping Elva's penis, greedily sucking on it like a small mouth, dripping her milk-like nectar onto the thick shaft.
While eating, they engaged in lewd sexual intercourse, and she also drank the aphrodisiac milk secreted from her own breasts. This gradually aroused Saint Dorothy to the extreme. She thrust her slender waist with all her might, vigorously raping Elva, deriving greater pleasure from the friction of his penis against the walls of her vagina.
Watching her wanton appearance and listening to her seductive moans, Saint Aquarius bit her lip tightly, but could only turn her head away with tears in her eyes, unable to bear seeing her sister in this state.
This decadent feast of intercourse continued for an unknown period of time, until the two princesses had almost fed the two saintesses of Taurus with their small mouths. Only then did Saint Dorothy reach her climax under the excited piston-like movements, trembling and screaming, dizzily kissing the three soft lips in front of her.
At this moment, Elva and the two princesses deeply suckled at the mouthfuls of milk, kissing each other passionately, sharing the fluids in their mouths. He also kissed Saint Dorothy intimately, sharing some of his milk with her to ensure she had enough nourishment during her orgasm.
Even the kind and pure Princess Cecilia was captivated by the lewd atmosphere, excitedly kissing the other three. Her beautiful fingers trembled as she explored her own genitals, her heart filled with longing for Elva's penis.
Elva smiled, kissing the three beautiful women before him, his penis deeply inserted into Saint Dorothy's vagina. Amidst the spasms and pressure of her vagina, he began to ejaculate violently, shooting a large amount of semen into her sacred womb.
The beautiful and pure Saint Dorothy's eyes rolled back, she groaned softly, her body going limp as she collapsed onto Elva's lap, passing out from the intense pleasure.
The moment her body was removed from the penis, Princess Cecilia, tears welling in her eyes, eagerly climbed onto Elva's body, positioning her naked lower body against the still-erect penis. Trembling, she sat down, letting her pure and innocent passage forcefully engulf the dark and wicked penis. Her vaginal walls gripped it tightly, making her glisten with excitement. She sobbed against Elva's shoulder, grieving and regretting that she had been controlled by such depraved desires.
Princess Qinana was a step slower, and her sister beat her to it. With a wrinkled nose and a soft snort, Qinana rolled over and pressed herself against Saintess Dorothy, sweetly kissing the unconscious beauty, and began excitedly engaging in lesbian relations with her.
The chaotic intercourse of these two couples left Saintess Aquarius stunned. In that short time, her heart was in turmoil, and she hadn't eaten much while secretly watching the scenes of lovemaking. Now, she had no appetite, simply staring blankly at the intense actions of the two couples.
A soft yet intense moan escaped her lips as Elva, with his semi-erect penis, thrust forcefully into Princess Cecilia's honeyed passage, quickly bringing her to orgasm. Tears streaming down her face, she collapsed onto the carpet, utterly exhausted.
Pulling his penis out of her pure honeyed passage, Elva looked down and saw that his penis, nourished by her nectar, had regained its vigor. He then stood up and strode towards the Aquarius Saintess, his erect penis seemingly hitting her delicate nose.
The Aquarius Saintess, anxiously watching the scene unfold, suddenly saw him targeting her. She immediately turned away, her voice sharp and resentful as she cried out, "You wicked Elisa, get away from me! I'll never do that with you again!"
Elva ignored her words, easily pressing himself against her soft, warm body. He lifted her skirt, parted her legs, and thrust his wet, thick penis forward, touching the base of her snow-white, tender thighs.
The poor Aquarius Saintess had no underwear to wear, as Elva had confiscated them beforehand for their intended purpose. Therefore, although she was still wearing her beautiful dress, she was completely defenseless, only able to react to the thrusts that followed. Her
tender thighs were already overflowing with juices, a result of the lewd scene she had witnessed. Elva, however, was teasingly teasing her entrance with his penis, saying, "What a wanton saintess! I haven't even started fucking you yet, and you're already so wet!"
The Aquarius Saintess screamed in shame, "Nonsense! I didn't..."
Although she said this, she could clearly feel the juices flowing from her lower body, making her cheeks flush red with shame.
In the past, this innocent and carefree girl knew nothing of shyness. But ever since she understood the difference between men and women, and learned that her virginity had been taken by Elisa, who was impersonating a woman, she began to feel shy and refused to practice with Elva in the same way as before, which brought her greater pleasure.
But every effort was in vain. Elva had violated her time and time again, and she couldn't even remember how many times they had intercourse. Like now, although she tried to resist Elva's violation, she could still clearly feel the thick glans slowly penetrating the tender flesh of her vaginal opening, spreading open the delicate walls, and thrusting towards her. Her pure
body was invaded by a foreign object, and the Aquarius Saintess was so ashamed that she shed tears, trembling and sobbing, as Elva pressed her down on the thick carpet and slowly thrust in and out. A large amount of vaginal fluid flowed from their point of contact, soaking a large area of the carpet beneath her.
Elva found her body, so prone to releasing fluids like an open bottle, quite amusing. He would often joke about the flowing fluids, claiming they were proof of her wantonness, which would make the Aquarius Saintess blush with shame. Crystalline tears would cover her jade-like face, soaking her long, thick, sea-blue hair, making the pure blue even more alluring.
While having sex with her, Elva would point to the snow-white wall, grinning wickedly with a gleeful smile: "Don't deny it! Look there, it's all proof of your wantonness!"
These past few days, Elva had been fucking her hard every day, driving her to multiple orgasms. Afterwards, she would feel deep regret, feeling she had betrayed the goddess of life and would surely be punished. Yet, every time Elva fucked her, she couldn't help but release copious amounts of fluid, always feeling remorse and shame, leaving painful scars on her innocent and pure heart.
After each time he fucked her, Elva would happily draw a line on the wall, recording the number of her orgasms. Now, many black lines were drawn on the wall, just like the black lines on the Aquarius Saintess's beautiful face as she drooped in shock.
With her face covered in black lines, the Aquarius Saintess turned her head away, refusing to look at the information about her orgasm on the wall. Clear tears streamed from her eyes as she cried out in a clear voice, "Bad Elisa, bad Elisa! I hate you! Don't force me to do bad things anymore! I will never orgasm again! Ah!"
As Edward spoke confidently, he suddenly thrust in, plunging his penis deep inside, slamming it against her sacred womb. The beautiful saintess's eyes rolled back, and she nearly fainted from pleasure.
Grabbing her long, beautiful legs, he excitedly caressed her bare buttocks, relentlessly pounding her tender opening. His fingertips pierced her clean anus,
enjoying the intriguing sensation of its contractions. His penis throbbed slightly, pressed tightly against the delicate walls, transmitting its burning aphrodisiac energy to her body.
The intense thrusting, the pleasurable friction against her flesh, and the invasion of dark power all fueled the Aquarius saintess's uncontrollable excitement. Edward pressed her onto the carpet, relentlessly raping her, arranging her in countless positions, excitedly venting his lust within her.
The beautiful Aquarius saintess was on all fours, kneeling on the carpet, dizzy as she endured the rough thrusting from behind. The speed at which the penis pounded in her honeyed passage made her heart nearly leap out of her chest, and she couldn't help but moan softly.
Elva, panting heavily, thrust rapidly with his thick penis into her tender petals, while simultaneously reaching forward to grasp her high, firm breasts. Even through her silk dress, he could feel their soft, smooth texture.
Having sex with the saintess, who was panting in her beautiful dress, watching her exquisite long skirt rise above her waist to reveal her beautifully curved, snow-white lower body, excited Elva to the extreme. His penis, gripped and sucked by her tight honeyed passage, felt an indescribable pleasure. Finally, unable to restrain himself, he tightly embraced her beautiful body, thrusting his hips forward desperately, wishing he could push his entire penis into her ecstatic cave.
The penis throbbed violently, ejaculating a torrent of scalding semen deep into the Aquarius Saintess's body. Under such intense stimulation, the beautiful saintess, kneeling on the ground like a bitch, could not resist the tidal wave of pleasure. She cried out, collapsing onto the carpet, her snow-white buttocks still shamelessly swaying, swallowing the penis even deeper, leaving only her testicles dangling outside her exquisite honeyed orifice, gently bumping against her delicate petals.
After the climax, the Aquarius Saintess lay weakly on the ground, panting and weeping. Her long, sea-blue hair, disheveled and wet with tears, clung to her white face, making her appear so pitiful and helpless, evoking sympathy.
Elva couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. He thrust his hips forward, penetrating his shrunken penis to its deepest point, savoring the lingering afterglow of the orgasm as he was gripped tightly. He gasped, "Your Highness, you've had another orgasm..."
He struggled to his feet, embracing the beautiful girl in his arms. He shifted his position, letting her face him and hug him tightly, her beautiful legs wrapped around his waist. Ignoring her sobbing as she clung to his neck, he staggered to the wall, drew a line on it, and smiled, "Another orgasm... Your Highness, this is proof of your lewdness..."
His satisfied breaths reached the Aquarius Saintess's ears, intensifying her grief. She clung to Elva's neck and wept uncontrollably, as if venting all her regret and pain through her cries.
His gentle voice reached her ears: "Since you're no longer pure, why not learn to enjoy this pleasure, like Her Highness Saint Doris... Or perhaps you'll find it easy and enjoyable?"
His voice, imbued with spiritual magic, resonated deep within her heart. The beautiful Aquarius Saintess, bewildered, looked up at the familiar Elisa with tears in her eyes. She felt his penis still inserted in her tender vagina, now harder, giving her even more pleasure.
Softly moaning, the Aquarius Saintess's eyes were filled with confusion, unsure whether she should heed his words and indulge in this decadent pleasure.
Perhaps, as he suggested, trying and savoring this kind of life was an option worth considering!
Chapter Nine: Ranch Romance
After bravely stopping the runaway horse, Prince Elva's heroic deeds, like pear blossoms in the spring breeze, blossomed overnight, spreading throughout the streets and alleys.
The Saintess of Libra personally oversaw the establishment of a minstrel management department, recruiting a large number of wandering minstrels. With her beautiful words, she personally wrote moving poems praising Prince Elwa, which the poets sang and played in taverns throughout the capital, spreading them throughout the kingdom so that more people could learn of Prince Elwa's heroism and compassion.
Devout believers also began to mobilize, under the command of the Saintess's convent, proclaiming the prince's devout faith in the Goddess of Life, calling on all believers to support the prince, sever ties with the fallen saintesses and the usurping Li family in the southern provinces, and strive to help Prince Elwa defeat them!
In the south, the saintesses also formed an exiled convent and began a propaganda offensive, working to gather popular support and rally brave warriors to form an army in preparation for a northern expedition.
However, neither the north nor the south currently possessed the strength for conquest. In each province, under the control of local nobles, many people were observing and calculating which side would be more advantageous to support.
Both the northern and southern convents were striving to gain the support of nobles and armies from the surrounding provinces. Before securing their rear, they couldn't launch a large-scale offensive.
Elwa's progress was relatively good; many nobles from the nearby provinces had begun to respond to his call,
expressing their support for Prince Elwa's ascension to the throne. The old duke, in particular, whose only daughter Elwa had saved, was working tirelessly. Besides representing his family, the Danu, he traveled extensively, persuading his old acquaintances to pledge allegiance to Prince Elwa in gratitude for saving his daughter.
Leaving all the work to Catherine and several saints, Elwa relaxed and went out of town to enjoy a leisurely time on his ranch.
This ranch, originally royal property, had been nationalized by the usurping Li family. Now that Elwa controlled the capital, he naturally reclaimed this ranch near the city to use as his dairy farm.
The scenery of the pasture was quite pleasant, quiet and safe, with no one around for dozens of miles. The pasture was protected by troops, so there was no need to worry about anyone coming in and seeing anything they shouldn't.
What they meant by "shouldn't see" was, of course, the naked Prince Elva and the several beautiful saintesses beside him.
The pasture was filled with the fresh scent of grass, and wildflowers bloomed in vibrant colors, dazzling and captivating.
A huge carriage, pulled by a dozen or so fine horses, stopped in the center of the crisp grass.
At the rear of the carriage was a large flatbed, without any wooden planks to obstruct the view. Exquisite carpets of considerable value were spread across the flat surface, making it more comfortable for those on board.
Elva lay lazily on the carriage, reclining on a soft sofa made of silk and cotton as he had ordered. He was barely clothed. Beside him, the equally naked Aquarius saintess nestled shyly against him, burying her face beside him, not daring to look up at her fellow saintesses.
Elva's mental magic invaded her consciousness, making her begin to enjoy this decadent pleasure. As for whether what she was doing was right or wrong, she was still confused, yet she vaguely sensed that she had no face to see these steadfast sisters again.
On the other side, the beautiful and charming Saintess Dorothy lay naked beside the carriage, her snow-white body exposed, glaring at Elva with cold eyes. Her delicate arms and hands trembled slightly as she tried to suppress the urge to place her hands on her breasts and genitals.
In the past, as the Saintess of the Taurus Palace, she was one of the most powerful warriors on the continent. Now, however, she had been weakened by the aphrodisiac and her body was extremely sensitive. Just seeing Elva's penis made her feel hot all over, her cheeks flushed, and she almost crawled over to him, begging for his pleasure.
Her current steadfastness was due to the presence of Saintess Weir. Having already been violated by Elwa multiple times, succumbing to decadent lust, the sight of Saintess Weir's clear, watery gaze brought her to her senses, filling her with remorse and shame. Her resolve to fight the demon strengthened. Before Saintess Weir, she always tried to maintain her composure, never revealing weakness or lewdness to the evil spirit.
Further away, the sword-orchid girl knelt in a corner of the carriage, her eyes filled with obvious fear.
Although she wasn't trapped, escaping from the highly skilled Elwa in this vast pasture would be difficult, especially if more men saw her in such a wretched state; they might even mistake her for a fallen saintess and beat her to death in their rage.
She wore a beautiful pink dress, not her usual saintess robes, but she was already grateful that Elwa had allowed her to wear clothes.
At the very front of the carriage, a pillar stood erect on the deck. Saintess Wei'er, her hands bound behind her back, was firmly tied to the pillar. Her radiant golden hair fluttered in the wind, her face bearing a resolute and unyielding expression as she stared intently at the naked Elva. Her unwavering gaze showed no sign of flinching despite his exposed genitals.
Elva felt embarrassed by her lecherous gaze, but this was just the beginning of his training. First, he needed to get used to her condemning look so that he wouldn't become impotent just from a glance from her in the future.
As for the rest, he could deal with it later. After all, he held the initiative and could enjoy these beautiful saintesses little by little.
He raised his hand and placed it on Saintess Aquarius's smooth, fragrant shoulder, feeling her tremble slightly. He smiled and slowly moved his hand up her back, caressing her soft, jade-like back. His gaze then fell on the gladiolus girl in the corner of the carriage.
A gentle breeze blew, ruffling her long, rosy hair. The soft, flowing hair swayed gently in the wind, making the pure girl appear exquisitely beautiful and adorable.
Elva smiled and beckoned to her, softly saying, "Come!"
The Saintess Minnie's body trembled slightly, turning her head away, refusing to look at him, her body still trembling slightly.
Elva smiled and calmly told her, "Either you crawl over here yourself, or I'll come and carry you, tearing your clothes in the process. The choice is yours."
The Saintess Minnie suddenly raised her head, her bright eyes filled with terror and indignation as she glared at him, biting her lip hard. Finally, she yielded, crawling over with tears in her eyes.
Watching this pure and beautiful girl crawl humiliatingly on the thickly carpeted carriage, Elva's heart gradually burned with lust. His penis hardened, proudly swaying in the cool breeze, as if greedily inhaling the fresh air of the pasture.
At Elva's prompting, Saintess Minnie knelt between his legs, tears streaming down her face, staring blankly at his thick, erect penis.
Elva smiled and pointed to his penis, saying nothing, but his words spoke volumes. Saintess Minnie could only sigh inwardly, her clear tears finally flowing uncontrollably.
She knew that if she refused, he would say obscene things like, "Will you satisfy me with your little mouth, or with your lower mouth?" At this moment, Saintess Minnie had no way to resist and could only comply with his demands.
To postpone the deadline for losing her virginity by one day, she had to lean forward, tears streaming down her face, and gently take the large glans between her cherry lips.
Meanwhile, on the southern road, the Rose Maiden, sitting in another carriage, fainted again. She often fainted from anger because she couldn't stop thinking about her dear sister, constantly wanting to see her current situation and worrying about her losing her virginity. But seeing Saintess Minnie being humiliated easily made her faint from anger herself.
Beside her, the Scorpion Saintess, tears streaming down her face, held her in her arms, gently patting her delicate shoulders and back, breathing softly, filled with grief and indignation at the pain of her sisters and the shameful calamity suffered by the Saintess's Convent.
They had already landed at the southernmost tip of the continent, left the ship, and were traveling by carriage towards the province of Bernado. There, several other saintesses were in charge, and once the five saintesses were gathered, they would have greater power and influence, able to rally more loyal and brave warriors to fight against the evil demons in the north.
The Scorpion Saintess no longer dared to ask Saintess Guni what had happened to her sister. She had already prepared for the worst regarding the virginity of the captured saintesses, and she held no illusions about the saintesses who had previously supported Elisa.
But Saintess Weil, whom she considered to have unfortunately lost her virginity, was now watching with clear and firm eyes as the sword-orchid girl performed sexual acts on the demons, her calm and strong heart concealing her inner rage.
At this moment, Saintess Minnie had closed her beautiful eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. Her cherry-like lips quietly savored the penis, her fragrant tongue teasing and licking it, the sucking force gradually increasing, yearning to quickly draw out his semen to end this humiliating torment.
The penis clearly felt the warmth and softness of her cherry lips. Elva smiled and stroked her head, her long, smooth hair slipping from his fingers, reaching her neck, tracing down her smooth jade neck, and caressing her smooth jade back.
Elva understood perfectly well Saintess Minnie's eagerness to drink his semen. At this moment, the gladiolus girl was like someone drinking poison to quench her thirst. Although what she drank was not poison, it could only postpone the loss of her virginity a little, ultimately unable to save her fate.
But she did not know that although the semen was not poison, it contained a strong medicinal effect more potent than an aphrodisiac, and it was slow-acting, imperceptibly changing her constitution, making her gradually become lewd, just like Saintess Dorothy beside her.
The beautiful Taurus Saintess Warrior reclined on a thickly carpeted cotton sofa, watching the exquisite scene of the blowjob up close. Her jade-like face gradually flushed, her beautiful eyes shone with desire, and her hands trembled violently. Only through sheer willpower could she avoid masturbating on the spot and embarrassing herself in front of her sisters.
Elva's hand had already touched the sword-orchid girl's chest, pinching her soft and smooth breasts. He turned his head, smiled at Saintess Dorothy, and said softly, "They've already seen it all, so what's there to be ashamed of?"
As he spoke, he stretched out his arm and gently touched Saintess Dorothy's beautiful legs with his fingertips, grasping her delicate feet. His mind was in a frenzy, and his penis began to ejaculate violently, spraying a large amount of scalding semen into Saintess Minnie's mouth, shooting like a torrent onto the tender flesh of her mouth.
A powerful aphrodisiac surged from his hands, traveling along the Yongquan acupoint on the soles of her feet, all the way to Saintess Dorothy's body, rapidly heating her until she could no longer restrain herself. She immediately placed her hands on her genitals and breasts, beginning a vigorous masturbation.
After ejaculating in a climax, Elva stared wide-eyed, his face contorted as he watched the beautiful woman masturbate. His fingers gripped her delicate feet and the sword-orchid maiden's breasts tightly, his fingertips digging deep into her tender flesh.
He ejaculated the last drop of semen into her mouth, then slowly turned his head, a tear of excitement in his eye, admiring Saintess Minnie's tearful struggle to swallow the semen. He pinched her tender nipples hard, drawing pain and shame onto her beautiful, pure face.
He still held a great admiration for this frail young woman. She was able to mobilize all the holy power within her body to resist his aphrodisiac influence, and had not yet succumbed to his lust. Truly worthy of being a devout saintess under the Goddess of Life, her will was unwavering, not much different from that of Saintess Wei'er.
However, the dark power contained in her semen was slowly transforming her body, something she could not avoid. One day, she would succumb to the burning desire within her… Elva smiled with satisfaction, feeling the smooth tip of his tongue lick the glans, causing his already shriveled penis to swell slightly.
Simultaneously training several saintesses in this vast world was an innovation of Elva's. In the early stages of restoring the kingdom, with everything in ruins, his time was extremely precious. Although he wanted to slowly enjoy their pure bodies, for the sake of efficiency and more fun, it was better to train them together.
The other saintesses, assigned various tasks by him, were working diligently as his most trusted subordinates, not only satisfying him in bed but also exploiting their intelligence, ruthlessly squeezing every last drop of their usable resources.
Stretching out comfortably, Elva reached out and pulled the Aquarius saintesse into his arms. Before coming, he had happily stripped her naked, exposing her beautiful body to nature—a torment for the Aquarius saintesse, who loved beautiful clothes.
Whether she wanted it or not, Elva pinned her down and brutally raped her, thrusting until she moaned and groaned, her legs splattered with vaginal fluid. Only then did he ejaculate, leaving her sacred womb filled with a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid.
Elva breathed softly, and with a casual gesture, the gladiolus girl obediently crawled over, nestled between his legs, and tenderly licked his penis, cleaning it thoroughly with semen. Of course, she didn't forget the vaginal fluid flowing from her best friend.
Not content with consuming so much, she also used her delicate tongue to clean Elva's genitals, licking his penis and scrotum clean, and even licking away the vaginal fluid dripping from his thighs. With
her body overflowing with vaginal fluid, the gladiolus girl's face contorted in pain from consuming so much, yet she could only swallow it all with tears in her eyes, not daring to miss a single drop.
Far down the road in the south, the Rose Maiden began banging her head against the carriage wall, her resentment towards the Aquarius Saintess growing stronger. If it weren't for the Aquarius Saintess's excessive vaginal fluids, her own sister wouldn't have suffered such double humiliation!
Having played with both saintesses, Elva felt completely satisfied. He rolled over and crawled towards Saintess Dorothy, unceremoniously pressing down on her. He pulled her fingers out of her vagina, his thick penis taking their place. With the lubrication of her vaginal fluids and saliva, it slid into the saintess's vagina with a hiss.
Behind him, the Gladiolus Maiden's face grew even more embarrassed and ashamed, but she could only helplessly watch as her pure saliva entered her sister's vagina, serving as lubricant for Elva's sexual intercourse.
Already an old married couple, the moment his penis entered Saintess Dorothy's vagina, he began thrusting wildly, fucking her relentlessly. Saintess Dorothy moaned with pleasure, unconsciously feeling that the enormous object inserted into her lower body was far more pleasurable than her own fingers.
The aphrodisiac power of the Demonic Electric Dragon Spear acted upon her extremely sensitive body, causing Saintess Dorothy to tremble and gasp uncontrollably. Her white, lotus-like arms tightly embraced Elva, her lower body responding to his thrusts with abandon, her buttocks arching repeatedly, making his penetration even more intense, the friction between her vaginal walls and the Demonic Electric Dragon Spear stronger and more pleasurable.
She tightly closed her beautiful eyes, her cherry lips kissing Elva's lips, letting out a soul-stirring moan from her delicate nose, lost in the ecstasy of sex, completely forgetting that the one she was sweetly kissing was the evil demon who had raped her.
Chapter Ten: Cow and Puppy
The two people beside her were having a wild and unrestrained affair, so wildly that the carriage shook violently. The Aquarius Saintess and the Gladiolus girl sat in the swaying carriage, as if they were on a small boat being tossed about. Their faces flushed, they exchanged a glance, both filled with deep shame.
They dared not look at Saintess Weil. Although Saintess Weil was bound to a pillar, she was the only one among them who had not succumbed to the demon's tyranny. Whenever they saw her calm, compassionate gaze, they felt deeply guilty, their hearts filled with remorse.
Over there, Elva swayed his hips, his thick penis thrusting violently into Saintess Dorothy's honeyed orifice, while wantonly kneading her snow-white, full breasts. He found the jade peaks in his hands incredibly large and extremely pleasurable to squeeze, and soon he had squeezed out milk, his hands smelling of milk.
"Cow..." Saintess Dorothy heard his murmured voice in her ear, and her body trembled, filled with extreme shame. This wasn't the first time she had heard Elva call her that; each time, it filled her heart with humiliation.
But her thirsty lower body continued to thrust upwards, colliding with Elva's hips with a series of splashing sounds, the wet, gurgling noises intensifying. This only deepened the shame in her remaining clarity of mind, and tears of regret streamed down her face.
"There are some cows over there, doing that with the bull... just like us..." Elva's gentle voice reached her ears, letting her know that she had indeed misunderstood him.
Curious, the former saintess of the Taurus Palace finally opened her eyes and looked into the distance. Sure enough, she saw many cows leisurely strolling in the meadow, grazing on the grass.
However, she didn't see any bulls. Elva smiled, gently kissed her cheek, and softly explained, "It's further away. You're lying low, so you can't see..."
Saintess Dorothy seemed not to hear him, only turning her head to gaze at the cows, her heart filled with envy.
Cows experience no pain, they don't suffer sleepless nights filled with agony and regret; even if forced into mating by bulls, they forget it the next moment and continue leisurely strolling and grazing in the meadow, unlike herself, who is driven mad by the thought and can only dispel painful memories through masturbation.
Elva smiled, admiring the mixture of excitement and pain in her eyes, guessing her thoughts. An idea surged within him, bringing a joyful smile to his face. In a gentler voice, he softly said, "Being human is too painful… From today onward, try to imagine yourself as a cow, one of those cows grazing over there… That way, your heart will feel comfortable and peaceful… as happy as a cow…"
The power of mental magic gradually seeped through his words, eroding Saint Dorothy.
Saint Dorothy slowly turned her face, meeting his eyes at close range, her beautiful eyes gradually becoming hazy, sinking into the illusion he had created.
As a saint, her resistance to mental magic far surpasses that of ordinary people. Even the Saintess of Libra, as a member of the Saintess Convent, cannot unleash mental magic against her, a fellow saint. This is because saints should not attack each other; it is the will of God.
However, it seems that Elva is not a saint, and after repeated severe blows and sensitivity modifications, Saintess Dorothy's mental defenses have become very weak, her resistance to mental magic at its most vulnerable.
In recent days, she has consumed large amounts of Elva's semen, which has entered her sacred body. The dark power mixed in this semen is secretly modifying her body, making her even more vulnerable to Elva's mental power.
His thick, hard penis plunged deep into the Saintess's body, pressing against her sacred womb, feeling every pulse of her body. Elva gazed into her eyes and gently issued his command: "Become a cow!"
Even though she wasn't completely under his control, the concept of "cow happiness" was firmly planted in Saintess Dorothy's heart, and a calm and envious expression gradually appeared on her face.
Elva smiled and softly said: "From today onwards, imagine yourself as a cow, a cow that only eats grass, walks, and makes love. However, this cow belongs exclusively to me; it cannot mate with other bulls..."
Saying this, he had already made up his mind. Today, he would have all the bulls killed and eaten; they couldn't remain here, giving Dorothy the opportunity for bestiality in Kanagawa.
Even all the horses and other livestock had to be strictly cleaned and driven out of the pasture. Saint Dorothy also had to be kept under close watch to prevent her from becoming too primal and actually treating herself like a female animal, raping those poor animals, to the point of committing adultery.
The flower path, filled with the sweet scent of milk and honey, began to tremble and spasm violently, tightly gripping Elva's penis, causing him to ejaculate violently in the throes of orgasm. His body shuddered, unleashing his strongest mental magic, gazing into Saint Dorothy's beautiful eyes, and issuing his most stern command.
As he collapsed, powerless, onto the carriage, his penis slid out from the honeyed passage, staining Saint Dorothy's fair and slender thighs with drops of semen.
Saint Dorothy, too, reached her climax, but struggled, crawling away on all fours.
She crawled past Elva, reaching the edge of the carriage, then suddenly turned and fell off, landing on the grass.
The two saintesses huddled together let out a low gasp, only to see Saint Dorothy struggling to her feet, crawling unsteadily on all fours across the grass, heading towards the cows.
Elva, thinking happily, looked at Saint Minnie with a gratified gaze.
The gladiolus girl trembled, tears welling in her eyes, and crawled over, kneeling between his legs. She opened her trembling cherry-like mouth and carefully took his penis in, gently sucking.
Elva casually wiped the milk stains on his hands onto her soft, pale pink hair, pinched her delicate cheek, and stroked the spot where her lips met his penis. Suddenly, a new idea struck him.
Lowering his head, Elva excitedly said, "Be my dog."
The Saintess Minnie was startled, choking on the semen and nectar she was swallowing, causing her to cough violently. She clung to Elva's lap, coughing until tears streamed down her face, in agony.
Elva kindly patted her back, smiling as he explained, "Look, I have a cow now, but I still need a cute pet dog. You're so cute; if you were a pet, you'd be the cutest little dog.
But I'm not a dog..." The gladiolus girl couldn't hold back her sobs any longer, kneeling humiliatedly at his crotch, burying her face in her hands and weeping, unable to speak.
Elva smiled and stroked her long hair, softly saying, "What's wrong with being a dog? Look how happy she is now as a dairy cow, much happier than when she was human. After you become my pet, I can take you for walks every day. Isn't that wonderful?"
Saintess Minnie couldn't see anything good about it, and no matter what he said, she shook her head in refusal. Meanwhile, in the distance, her sister had fainted multiple times from Elva's words. Each time she awoke, the thought of Elva's words would cause her to faint again.
Seeing that she wouldn't listen to his persuasion, Elva frowned and pondered for a while, then sighed dejectedly, "I originally wanted to turn you into a beautiful and cute little dog. Since you don't want to, then be my sex slave."
He placed his fingers on her collar, and suddenly, with a sharp tear, ripped a large piece of her clothing, revealing her snow-white, delicate breasts. Saintess Minnie screamed and jumped up, but Elva followed suit, his hands moving swiftly across her body. Shreds of fabric fell like snowflakes, and in an instant, her clothes were torn away, leaving not a single piece of underwear, revealing her slender, beautiful body, completely naked in the cool breeze.
Elva's eyes gleamed as he gazed at the delicate pink pubic hair between her fair thighs and her tender virgin petals. He slowly reached out and grasped her firm breasts, squeezing her soft, smooth, snow-white breasts in his hand, smiling as he kneaded them, enjoying the exquisite feel. The
stunned Saintess Minnie snapped out of her daze, crying as she crouched down, tightly hugging her legs, terrified he would take advantage of her again, or even cruelly rape her.
Elva took a step forward, bent down, and placed his penis on her slender waist, slowly sliding down to grasp her soft, white buttocks. His fingers gently caressed her anus, his erect penis pressing against her cheek, aiming for her cherry-like mouth.
Saintess Minnie struggled fiercely, but how could she possibly overcome his strength? He easily subdued her, pinning her to the soft blanket, spreading her slender legs. His penis, withdrawn from her mouth, probed downwards, gliding over her tender thighs, until it pressed against the center of her delicate pink petals. He smiled and said, "Since you want to be a sex slave, then I won't force you to be a dog!"
The swollen glans, pressing against the tender flesh of her vulva, slid forward, stopping at a thin, supple membrane.
Saintess Minnie cried out in pain. Her tight, narrow passage was penetrated by the thick glans, her untouched, tender flesh forcibly parted, causing her face to turn pale with pain. Her slender hands gripped Elva's buttocks, her fingertips digging deep into his muscles.
Elva, however, felt no pain, only smiling as he gazed at her, softly saying, "Being a sex slave, having my virginity taken, is definitely more comfortable than being a pet dog. Since you want me to fuck you so much, then I'll grant your wish." "
No, no!" The gladiolus girl finally cried out loudly, her delicate voice wailing, "I'm willing to be a puppy, please don't do it anymore!"
Elva's face showed suspicion as he scrutinized her, asking suspiciously, "Really? You're not just making excuses, are you?
Really, it's true!" The Saintess Minnie cried, her face streaked with tears, her voice trembling as she sobbed, "I like being a dog, I really like it... Don't rape me!"
Elva's face showed a kind smile as he gently stroked her tear-streaked cheeks, sighing softly, "Since you like it so much, then do it for me now!" The
thick, hard penis slowly withdrew from the virgin's tender orifice, bringing with it a few drops of nectar that clung to the glans.
Even though she was forced to penetrate, the powerful aphrodisiac force of the Demonic Electric Dragon Spear still caused her to produce a little nectar, which clung to Elva's genitals as a small gift in return.
Saintess Minnie, no longer caring about blushing, scrambled down from the carriage, weeping, and crawled on all fours across the grass towards Saintess Dorothy.
Staying there would only bring the calm, pitying gaze of Saintess Wilkes and the astonished look of Saintess Aquarius; such gazes were more painful than knives. Going to Saintess Dorothy, sharing her suffering, and having company might make things easier.
Behind her, Elva smiled and jumped down from the carriage, following her forward.
Barefoot on the grass, the thick, soft blades felt incredibly comfortable. He imagined his two pets wouldn't feel any pain crawling on such smooth grass.
This was a perfect ranch, beautiful scenery, fresh air, and such thick, verdant grass, filled with the fragrance of flowers—it could satisfy all his needs, especially his desire to train his cows and beautiful dogs.
Admiring the young girl's naked, slender, and perfect body crawling humiliatingly on the lush green grass, her graceful curves exposed, her snow-white skin reflecting a lustrous sheen, Elva's penis involuntarily hardened, pointing directly at the holy maiden crawling on the grass.
Fortunately, having already ejaculated once into her mouth, Elva, despite having ejaculated multiple times, could still suppress his lust, quickly following her, reaching out to grab her long, soft hair, lifting it up and smiling: "Using this as a dog leash wouldn't be bad... It's a pity it's missing a collar, otherwise it would be even more perfect."
Suddenly, an ordinary dog collar appeared before him, and the little witch appeared beside him like a ghost, smiling with pursed lips, her eyes gleaming with extreme excitement. "
Where did this come from?" Elva took the collar, asking curiously. "
There are a few sheepdogs over there. I tied this one off the neck of the prettiest female dog; it'll fit this female dog perfectly!" The little witch called out excitedly in a clear voice, then knelt on the grass, her slender hands grasping his scrotum. Her wet mouth took his penis into her mouth, sucking and tasting it forcefully, while asking in a seductive voice: "My skill in playing the flute is much better than hers,
much better than my pet dog!" Elva replied casually, grabbing the Saintess Minnie's long hair and forcefully pulling her up from the grass. With a quick flick of his wrist, he slipped the collar onto her slender neck, then pinched the clitoris on her breasts, letting out a joyful, lewd laugh.
Saintess Minnie knelt down, tears streaming down her face, and lay prostrate on the grass. Though called a bitch, she could only swallow her tears.
After the little witch had casually played with her a few times, Elva told her to go back and keep an eye on the two saintesses, lest they run away or, in their lust, engage in acts of sexual assault against the animals, thus disgracing the saintess's convent.
Holding the end of the dog leash, Elva led the naked, beautiful girl across the grass, the intoxicating fragrance of flowers filling her nostrils, experiencing a dreamlike bliss.
With a touch of anxiety, Elva led the little beauty dog quickly to the herd of cows, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Saintess Dorothy mingling among them.
There were no bulls, and Saintess Dorothy wasn't engaging in any improper relations with the animals; she was simply lying on the grass, quietly grazing like a cow.
Standing beside her, watching this strong and beautiful female warrior, this perfect and sexy dream lover, kneeling on the ground like livestock in humiliation, her beautiful eyes slightly vacant, her cherry lips parted, biting off pieces of grass with her pearly teeth and eating them little by little, Elva couldn't help but feel a pang of pity. Life's twists and turns are truly unpredictable.
The grass was tender; she could probably digest it. As Saint Dorothy slowly ate the grass, she reached down with her slender, beautiful hand between one of her long, shapely legs, caressing her delicate petals, uttering soft, unsatisfied murmurs.
Now, she truly was like a cow, living only to satisfy her appetite and lust, just as the famous saying "food and sex are human nature" describes—returning to her most primal state, no longer thinking about those painful memories.
Perhaps this was the most merciful thing for her. Elva, watching the angel wings on her back gradually darken, smiled with pity. He stood behind her, slowly knelt down, and reached out to lift her sexy body, thrusting his hips forward, pressing against the center of her moist petals.
Saint Dorothy turned her head, glanced at him, her beautiful face serene and somber, devoid of joy or sorrow, simply slowly thrusting her fragrant buttocks backward, allowing her warm, moist flower path to gradually engulf the thick penis. As
the penis entered her body, she couldn't help but let out a comfortable moan, a knowing smile appearing on her beautiful face. After all, the penis gave her far more pleasure than fingers.
Elva knelt on the thick, smooth grass, watching the beautiful woman before him pant and thrust her body back and forth, her tight, sweet passage swallowing and releasing his penis, enjoying the wonderful taste of sex.
To his right, he was still only holding a dog leash. The pure and beautiful girl, naked, knelt on the grass beside him, tears streaming down her face, watching them make love.
The three holy maidens on the grass were kneeling, two of them enjoying the ecstasy of sex.
Elva raised his head, taking a deep breath of the fragrant, tranquil air, a contented smile playing on his lips.
To possess two such beautiful, exquisite pets was truly the greatest joy in the world; his life had not been wasted!
As he exclaimed with excitement, a pure and beautiful holy maiden in the distance behind him gazed in the direction he had left, her gaze cool and detached.
Her beautiful face was filled with unwavering resolve, her eyes clear as water, carrying a faint determination as she gazed into the distance, making her appear like a pure and great goddess.
Bound tightly to the carriage, she still looked at her suffering sisters, secretly vowing in her heart that no matter what, she would never let them become slaves to desire, become fallen holy maidens, helplessly accepting the life they resisted.
Even now, as a prisoner of the enemy, her own safety uncertain, she knew clearly in her heart that her struggle against Elva had only just begun. Her goal was not merely to preserve her chastity, but also to rescue her sisters from their miserable lives and deliver a fatal blow to the demons.
Even if Princess Dorothy became a cow, so what? As long as they could reunite, she was confident that she could restore Saint Dorothy to her former steadfastness, giving her the courage to live, instead of sinking into lust and torment.
Gazing at her sisters in the distance, Saintess Weil's expression remained calm and composed, as always.
Chapter Eleven: The Rebels Seize the City.
Elva, dressed in princely attire and sporting a small mustache, strolled casually down the street, looking around, hoping to find an old woman to help cross the road, thus once again projecting his approachable image.
These past few days have been incredibly enjoyable. So many stunningly beautiful saintesses have allowed him to vent his lust, giving him immense pleasure. His miserable virginity in his previous life seems like a distant dream.
Now, exhausted from his work, he's gone for a walk to relax and perhaps do some good deeds to fill his heart with satisfaction and joy.
The citizens on the street, seeing him approaching from afar, bowed respectfully. Some whispered in the distance, praising his heroic act of stopping the runaway horse.
Elva smiled and waved to the obedient citizens, pondering what to do to establish his noble image, when suddenly he heard the sound of arrows whistling through the air.
Turning his head slightly, he clearly saw more than ten sharp arrows shooting from the windows of a two-story building across the street, hurtling towards him.
Immediately afterward, someone leaned out of a second-floor window above him, nocked an arrow, and rained down arrows at him, their eyes sharp and fierce, as if they wanted to pierce him with a hail of arrows and kill him on the spot in the street.
In that split second, a chilling killing intent flashed in Elwar's eyes. His right hand shot out with lightning speed, resting on the sword at his waist. In the blink of an eye, he had drawn the sword and unleashed a flurry of sword flashes into the air.
Amidst the bursts of cold light, the sword tip danced sharply in the air, striking the arrows one by one with a series of clanging sounds. The arrows were swiftly deflected by his sword, none of them hitting him.
This time, he had only carried a noble's sword at his waist, not his Warhammer of Light. But to deflect these incoming arrows, the light and agile sword was more suitable.
Not far behind him, a dozen warriors from Catherine's loyalist army were already rushing towards him, and more warriors were rushing towards him from afar. They were all sent by Catherine to protect him secretly. The sudden turn of events caught them off guard, leaving them shocked, angry, and anxious, fearing that if anything happened to Prince Edward, they would be doomed!
Elva snorted coldly and turned to rush into a house on the side of the street.
It was a cloth shop. The shop owner had already drawn his steel knife and was rushing towards Elva with several shop assistants. His face was contorted with murderous intent, and his steps were strong and powerful; he and his assistants were clearly well-trained soldiers.
Elva cursed inwardly. The last time he strolled around this shop, the owner wasn't this person. These shop assistants were obviously imposters. He wondered if the original owner had been killed or luckily tied up and stuffed into the basement.
His sword flashed, and before the imposter could even lower his blade, it slashed a deep gash in his throat. Blood spurted out, splashing onto Elva's princely robes with a soft "plop."
A fierce battle erupted in the cramped shop. Swords flashed and clashed, a flurry of motion filling the air. Elva's eyes gleamed with cold light as he wielded his sword with uncanny speed, swiftly piercing the chests of the shop assistants with a series of sharp, swift thrusts, sending sprays of blood spurting from their wounds.
The soldiers disguised as shop assistants screamed and collapsed onto the shop floor, sprawling haphazardly.
Their hearts had been pierced by a single sword, leaving them with fatal injuries.
In the blink of an eye, the battle was over. Elva coldly glanced at them, noticing one enemy still struggling to his feet. With a casual thrust, he plunged his sword into the man's forehead, pinning him to the ground.
Rapid footsteps echoed down the stairs connecting to the second floor of the shop. Elva abandoned his slain enemies and rushed towards the stairs.
At the top, he encountered several enemies charging down the stairs. He raised his sword and struck the incoming steel blades, sparks flying and the resounding clang of metal echoing through the shop.
The enemies, dressed in civilian clothes, roared and charged at Elva. But their swordsmanship was no match for Elva's skill. His sword flashed like a venomous dragon, exploiting any openings in the enemy's defenses, piercing their bodies beneath the steel blades with a resounding thud, piercing their hearts. A look of horror appeared in the eyes of the fleeing man, and he collapsed, unable to rise again.
His sword swept across, spraying blood, swiftly piercing the chests of several enemies on the stairs, causing them to scream in agony as they collapsed, utterly powerless against Elva's dazzling swordsmanship.
Stepping over their corpses, Elva rushed upstairs and saw a dozen or so burly young men dressed in civilian clothes crowding into a room facing the street. They had already dropped their bows and arrows and were charging at him, brandishing swords.
Elva strode into the room, his sword flashing wildly, creating a flurry of sword flowers as he thrust at the enemies.
With a series of thuds, many enemies were sent flying backward, blood spurting from their chests. Before this earth-shattering sword force, they couldn't even exchange a single blow before being pierced through vital points and collapsing dead.
Elva charged forward, his face filled with cold killing intent, wielding his sword fiercely as he stabbed the enemies in the room, forcing them to retreat step by step until they reached the window, where they screamed shrilly, brandishing their steel blades and charging left and right, but unable to break through his net of swords.
A cold laugh echoed in the room. Elva strode forward and thrust forward, piercing a young man's throat with lightning speed. The force of the sword propelled the young man's body, sending him crashing out the window.
The other enemies, cornered, screamed in despair and charged at him with their blades raised, fighting to the death.
A disdainful sneer flashed in Elva's eyes. He calmly parried their slashing steel blades, then suddenly thrust forward, piercing another young man's chest. His body was sent flying out the window and crashing onto the street. A
piercing scream came from outside the window, chilling the remaining enemies to the bone, their swordplay becoming even more erratic.
Elva casually took a step forward, his longsword effortlessly deflecting the enemy's steel blades, thrusting out one by one, killing them one by one. Their bodies were thrown out the window, crashing onto the street with a dull thud.
With a swift stroke of his sword, Elva knocked the last assassin's steel blade away. He took a step forward, his left hand suddenly reaching out to grab the assassin's throat, lifting his body out the window. He asked in a low voice, "Who sent you?"
The assassin's eyes blazed with deep hatred, and he hissed, "You dog..."
Before he could finish, the sword had already swiftly severed his throat. Elva raised his body high with his left hand and slammed it down, sending him crashing half-dead onto the street.
Across the street, a large number of loyalist warriors surged into the shops, dragging out many assassins disguised as civilians, binding them tightly. Meanwhile, the assassins on the second floor were also attacked from below; their screams of agony mingled with the clash of swords.
Upon seeing Prince Edward appear in the window, countless warriors cheered excitedly, and many citizens risked taking to the streets, raising their arms and shouting with joy, overjoyed that His Highness was safe and sound.
Standing at the window, Elva stretched out his arm, pointing towards the shops where the fierce battle was raging, his face stern and resolute, and shouted, "Capture all the assassins! Don't let them harm ordinary citizens!"
The loyalist soldiers responded with a roar and surged towards the shops. The people were moved to tears, deeply touched that they had such a diligent and benevolent monarch.
The power of mental magic surged secretly, producing effects that pleased Elva greatly. However, against enemies with strong willpower, their stubborn hostility naturally made them resistant to such simple mental attacks, unable to cause them any significant harm.
From a second-floor window across the street, a burly man with a beard cursed loudly, raised his bow and arrow, and shot it at Elva.
The arrow flew like a meteor, reaching Elwar in the blink of an eye. Countless citizens, seeing their prince in danger, cried out in alarm, their hearts leaping into their throats.
A cold glint flashed, striking the arrow tip with a sharp crack. With a clang, the arrow soared through the air, falling far into the street.
Enemies on the opposite second floor shouted curses at him, about to raise their bows again, when a loyalist soldier charged up behind him, covered in blood, having fought his way through the other assassins' defenses, wielding a steel blade and striking him on the back of the neck. With a muffled crack, the massive head flew off the soldier's shoulder, arcing through the air.
Elwar stood at the second-floor window, calmly directing his men, ordering them to block off each shop, search and kill the assassins one by one, and quell the chaos as quickly as possible to prevent further disruption to the lives of the citizens.
The last assassin, his face covered in blood, emerged bound from a nearby shop. Citizens surging into the streets raised their arms high, cheering excitedly for the handsome and valiant Prince Edward, praising his bravery and wisdom, and rejoicing in the future glory of the Kingdom of Saint Anne.
Elward, a kind and humble smile on his face, waved back, feeling smug, when suddenly, deafening shouts of battle erupted in the distance.
At the west gate of the royal city, a large army poured through the gates, brandishing swords and hacking and slashing at the guards, quickly seizing the gate and charging into the streets.
A brutal battle broke out around the west gate; cavalrymen, like tigers and wolves, charged forward, wielding spears, countless unsuspecting guards being stabbed to death on the spot, their bodies thrown aside, their blood staining the streets red.
The sudden rebellion was initiated by the elite cavalry stationed fifty paces northwest of the royal city. Having already agreed to accept Prince Edward's command and serve him, they suddenly launched a massive attack on the capital, taking advantage of the guards' laxity to storm the city and head straight for the palace.
Amidst the chaos, a burly middle-aged general in heavy armor, wielding a steel spear, led the charge—this was Paulon, commander of the elite cavalry. The
troops defending the western part of the city were a ragtag force recently surrendered to Prince Edward, far inferior in strength to the Mighty Legion and the Golden Bull Army. They were routed in a single blow, scattering and fleeing, unable to withstand the fierce onslaught.
Paulon led the charge, charging through the streets on horseback, thrusting his spear at a low-ranking officer blocking his path, and shouting orders for a swift assault, determined to kill Prince Edward as quickly as possible, giving the enemy no chance to recover.
His sudden rebellion was a desperate measure. When King Edward II was besieged in the city, he summoned him for rescue, but the man refused because he couldn't distinguish the true fallen saint.
His family lived in a southern province, and he had been favored by King Edward II, which led to his promotion to commander of five thousand cavalry. At this crucial moment, however, he refused to support his patron, greatly angering King Edward II. After fleeing the city to the south, King Edward II seized the man's family and sent him a letter demanding the head of Prince Edward, or else the heads of his relatives would be presented. The man
still couldn't distinguish the fallen saint, but King Edward II had clearly stated in his letter that all the saints believed the Goddess of Life who appeared in the sky was a demon in disguise, and only by eliminating Prince Edward, who was supported by the demon, could one truly be devout to the Goddess of Life.
The man himself was not devout, but the lives of his family had to be protected. Left with no other choice, he risked raising an army, even if it meant defeat and death, at least his family would be safe.
Although it was a risky uprising, he still made the greatest effort to succeed, sending his most trusted soldiers in disguise to infiltrate the city, striving for a swift victory.
Since King Edward II and the various saints were in the southern provinces and had not yet assembled a large army for a northern expedition, the city's defenses were not very strong. He had also made extensive preparations, so he could easily breach the loosely defended west gate. With 5,000 troops, if
he could strike the enemy's weak point, storm the palace, and kill Prince Edward, it wasn't impossible. He wouldn't dare face Saint Elsa, the renowned warrior saint. Fortunately, Saint Elsa was diligently studying at her convent and was not currently in the city. Prince Edward, before King Edward II's usurpation, had no reputation for bravery and was mostly a pretty boy relying on his predecessors' influence. Killing him in the chaos of battle would achieve King Edward II's goal. Then, leading his cavalry out of the city and fleeing south, he could reunite with his family and receive King Edward II's reward and promotion.
Even with his years of military experience, he couldn't help but admire the ruthlessness of King Edward II's plan. Once Prince Edward is killed, Saint Elsa will find it difficult to find a legitimate heir to oppose the Er family. At the very least, this will keep Saint Elsa busy and unable to calmly gather an army to fight the Southern army in the north.
Even if Saint Elsa ultimately manages to turn the tide, without the support of the royal power, she might eventually have to negotiate with the Er family to preserve their strength.
Life and death, success and failure, all hinge on this one move! Realizing he had no way out, Polon brandished his spear and roared, commanding a large number of elite cavalry to gallop through the streets, desperately charging forward towards the palace!
Prince Edward strode out from the shops littered with corpses. Hearing the urgent message from his men, his face contorted with murderous intent, he pulled up a warhorse, mounted it, and roared to the sky, "Follow me! Slay those despicable traitors!"
His roar echoed through the streets, his fierce fighting spirit invigorating the loyalist soldiers. They roared in unison, immediately forming orderly ranks and following him towards the west gate.
The streets were in chaos. All the citizens were fleeing in panic, hiding in their homes, too afraid to venture out. Meanwhile, troops stationed throughout the city were being mobilized to block the invading rebels.
Catherine had arrived upon hearing the news, leading her personal guard of iron cavalry. Clad in armor, her delicate hands gripping heavy swords, her beautiful face filled with a solemn fighting spirit, she faithfully followed Elwar, running alongside him through the retreating, fleeing soldiers. Countless loyalist warriors roared, ordering their troops to return to their ranks and fight back against the rebel attack.
The heavily armored guards stood in neat ranks, their swords gripped tightly, their faces beneath the heavy armor cold and solemn, carrying a sharp killing intent, like an iron-willed army, their chilling fighting spirit soaring to the heavens. Even the nearby citizens, watching from their homes, were astonished.
Their leader was none other than the young Prince Edward. His handsome face was filled with a resolute expression, he held a long, heavy sword, and his body was covered in blood, as if he had just survived a bloody battle; his fierce killing intent was terrifying.
Seeing Prince Edward's heroic appearance and the fierce, strong, and perfectly synchronized movements of his troops, who were clearly a formidable force, the panicked soldiers fleeing the road gradually stopped, gathered behind him, and followed him westward.
Galloping across the long streets, Elwar led his army westward, the sounds of battle growing louder, clearly approaching the vanguard of the rebels.
In his hand, he held a two-handed greatsword, which he had seized from a burly warrior. It was surprisingly handy; since he couldn't use his divine warhammer, this heavy weapon was a good alternative for charging and killing. He had
been strolling aimlessly through the streets earlier, and with just a few moves, the assassins were all dead, leaving him no chance to vent his anger. Now that the assassins' accomplices had stormed the city, it was time to take their revenge!
Under his influence, the entire royal guard cavalry was filled with murderous intent, breaking through all obstacles and charging westward.
Gradually, the situation ahead became clearer. The rebel cavalry, having stormed into the city, were driving and slaughtering the defending soldiers, advancing eastward and beheading countless enemies along the streets.
A cruel sneer appeared on Elwar's face. He spurred his horse forward.
Beside him, Catherine also charged forward, sword in hand, directing her iron cavalry to protect the prince's flank as they charged forward.
Elwar spurred his horse, charging towards the oncoming rebels. He swung his two-handed greatsword, delivering a powerful blow that cleaved a soldier from his horse. With a muffled thud, the soldier's upper body was severed, even his armor unable to withstand the force of the blow.
Beside him, another rebel soldier charged forward, his eyes turning red with rage. He roared and thrust his spear forward, but Elva swiftly raised his greatsword, the tip piercing the soldier's throat, striking the weakest point in his armor. The rebel fell backward, his spear falling lifelessly to the ground before it even reached its target.
Elva's steed charged forward, the wind whipping across his face, bringing a chill and the stench of blood. Elva's face was grim. His greatsword flashed, hacking down the enemy soldiers charging towards him, sending heads flying into the air, scattering blood across the long street.
Behind him, Catherine's personally trained Iron Cavalry displayed their well-trained killing skills, their coordinated swordplay cutting down the advancing rebel soldiers. The thuds of falling corpses and the screams of agony echoed across the red-clad street.
Everyone was engaged in a frenzied slaughter, and the most eye-catching among them was their leader, the young Prince Edward.
Citizens hiding in their homes peeked through cracks in their doors and windows, witnessing the valiant prince wielding his sword, fiercely cutting down enemy soldiers, leading his iron-willed army of loyalists forward step by step. The streets were littered with the corpses of fallen soldiers and piled high with heads, many of which had been severed by the prince himself.
Prince Edward's bravery was astonishing and awe-inspiring. Even the remnants of the defeated army, reabsorbed into the ranks, were infected by his ferocity, shouting and following closely behind the prince, running and attacking with hearts filled with surging passion.
The beautiful and valiant Catherine faithfully followed Edward, wielding her greatsword, fiercely cutting down enemy soldiers ahead, diligently protecting his flanks. Even when slashed and cut by enemy weapons, she refused to retreat.
With a swift slash of her greatsword, enemy soldiers fell one by one to the beautiful female swordsman. In coordination with her swordplay, Elva was unstoppable, none able to halt his advance.
Amidst the carnage, Elva led his army forward resolutely, slaughtering countless enemy soldiers along the way. Suddenly, he saw a large banner raised ahead—the banner of the elite cavalry.
Under that banner, a burly middle-aged man, spear in hand, rode forth, leading his personal guards in a charge eastward, shouting orders for a swift attack, determined to kill Prince Edward and secure victory!
Elva, enraged by the sound, glared at the enemy general. He was now certain it was Polon, the commander of the elite cavalry.
Although Polon had never entered the city to pay his respects to Elva, the style of his armor and the numerous rebel soldiers surrounding him confirmed his identity.
At that moment, Polon also raised his head, gazing at Elva. Their eyes met in mid-air, sparking a fierce confrontation that seemed to ignite the air itself.
Polon's eyes blazed with fury as he glared at the handsome young man before him. He recognized him from the blood-stained prince's robes and knew in his heart that this was Prince Edward, the man he was meant to kill!

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