Tia's flesh hole

Amidst lush trees, Tias and her group stood in the center of the only clearing. Harpies flew haphazardly, trying to
distance themselves from the danger zone. The new harpy chieftain watched Tias and the old chieftain with a grim expression. A harpy scout
flew over in a panic and whispered to the new chieftain, "A large horde of centaurs is approaching, and there's likely reinforcements."
The new chieftain took a deep breath. "Let them in. Don't stop them. Notify everyone in the tribe to prepare for battle!"
"Yes, sir!" The scout hurriedly flew back to the tribe.

Soon, centaur riders arrived. Upon seeing this, the main centaur force immediately split into two
groups , forming a circle that completely surrounded Tias and the harpies. They didn't
stop ordinary harpies from flying out of the encirclement, but instead focused on the new chieftain and the harpies near her. Some had already drawn their bows and aimed their arrows at the new chieftain.
Seeing this, Tias intensified her magic. The green patterns on the ground deepened in color and became increasingly
complex, a precaution against a desperate sneak attack from the new chieftain.

"Your Excellency is truly hospitable! Our tribe kindly returned your people, and this is how you
treat your benefactor?" Abigail slowly stepped out from the crowd, the centaurs automatically making way. "
I am grateful for your return of my people, but you have colluded with sinners, attempting to divide my tribe. This forces me
to treat you this way. Furthermore," the new chief surveyed his surroundings, "to directly surround my tribe. Is this what a benefactor should
do?"

Abigail smiled faintly, offering no explanation, and directly stated, "Tell me, will you release them or not?" The new chief quickly
replied, "You can leave with your people, but the sinners must be returned to my tribe. There is no room for negotiation." She
knew that unless she killed the old chief immediately, given his prestige, her rule over the tribe would soon end.

Abigail was equally resolute, "Since some of the harpies have chosen to serve my lord, it is my
responsibility to take them away. Besides," Abigail pointed her spear at the harpy chief, revealing a confident smile.
"I'm taking them by force, can you stop me!" The harpy chieftain's lips twitched with rage, continuing his sarcastic remark, "You
can try!"

Abigail was about to order her men to intimidate the harpies when a cacophony of harpy cries erupted nearby. Looking up,
Abigail saw that the harpies flying around weren't ordinary ones, but well-trained
warriors. Seeing Abigail's surprised expression, the harpy chieftain said gleefully, "What do you think I was doing,
talking that! My warriors have arrived, and the goddess of victory is smiling upon me!"

Layers of harpy warriors surrounded the centaurs. The harpy tribe was already quite powerful, and
Abigail had traveled lightly, with only elite centaurs by her side; the main force of slave soldiers was still behind.
Now, surrounded by the entire harpy tribe, she was in dire straits. However, Abigail remained calm, simply
observing the new harpy chieftain.

After the new leader finished his smug speech, Abigail spoke up, "It seems you don't understand
the meaning of 'Transcendent'. The harpy tribe's current status is only due to Anier's protection; you haven't been able to cultivate your own
'Transcendent'." Hearing this, both the old and new harpy leaders were extremely dissatisfied, with the new leader sneering
repeatedly, "Then let me see the power of a 'Transcendent'!" Abigail remained silent,
simply walking forward, the centaurs making way for her.

Abigail took a deep breath, bent her hind legs, straightened her forelegs, raised her spear to her shoulders, and then
compressed it like a spring. At a certain point, Abigail sprang forward,
throwing the spear directly at the sun. The spear vanished instantly, leaving only Abigail's
weary figure after throwing it.

The new harpy leader, looking at the panting Abigail, grinned maliciously and said, "This is your 'Superhuman'?
Throwing spears at the sun? Centaur, die!" His words were barely out of his mouth when gasps of alarm rose from the crowd. The new leader
turned saw the peculiar sun. To those near Abigail, the sun no longer appeared to be setting; it shone with
a white light, even more dazzling than the midday sun.

As time passed, people noticed the sun growing larger. Gradually, some realized it wasn't the sun growing bigger
, but rather a group of things with colors similar to the sun approaching. Slowly, someone cried out, "Spears!"
Everyone squinted at the sun; it was spears made of sunlight, with platinum-gold shafts and golden
tips, gleaming brightly as they pierced straight down from the direction of the sun. The harpy warriors trembled in panic, quickly
taking cover or raising their shields for protection.

Platinum spears rained down, embedding themselves in the earth or the bodies of harpy warriors. Some spears pierced shields,
embedded themselves in harpy bodies, and vanished as specks of light. Before disappearing, some erupted in intense flames,
igniting small fires. Harpy warriors, their bodies ablaze, struggled to escape their hiding places, only
to be pierced through the heart by subsequent spears. After the rain of spears, only the harpy's cries and the burning flames remained.

The centaurs and those within the encirclement were unharmed. The new leader swallowed hard, watching her greatest
asset crumble in a single blow. Looking at the weakened Abigail, a murderous intent surged within her. She planned to seize the opportunity to ambush and
finish Abigail off with a wind blade. Just as she was about to gather wind elemental power, a spear descended from the sky, embedding itself in
the earth beside Abigail. This was the spear Abigail had thrown; the immense impact created a deep crater,
highlighting Abigail's extraordinary bravery. The fallen spear interrupted the harpy chieftain's process of gathering wind element. The
chaotic elements aroused Tias's suspicion. She kept a close eye on the harpy chieftain,
ready to kill her at any moment if she made any inappropriate move. The harpy had no choice but to abandon the idea. Abigail

turned to look at the harpy chieftain and said, word by word, "Now, can we have a proper talk
?" The harpy chieftain, looking at the mess before her, had no choice but to nod in agreement.

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"Are all [Transcendentalists] really as powerful as your mother?" On the way back to the tribe, the old harpy chieftain
finally couldn't hold back any longer. He left the moving harpy horde and whispered in Tias's ear. Tias smiled and
carefully explained, "It's not like that. While Mother's [Sunpiercing Spear] is incredibly powerful, its use is
conditional. Like the charging she does before throwing the spear, most opponents won't give her that much time.
Although it has a wide range, it consumes a lot of energy. So, Mother only uses this move to decide the outcome on the battlefield." The harpy
nodded.

Tias added, "Actually, its original power wasn't this great, but after Master enhanced it..."
"Having reached this level, you represent a tribe serving your master and will surely receive his reward."
The old harpy chieftain, named Carmela, heard this and her eyes lit up. She resolved to use all her skills to please
her future master and hope he would strengthen her.

Carmela followed Tias into the territory of the centaur tribe. Before her eyes was a bustling, vibrant
scene of construction. Under Rhodes' leadership, the centaurs no longer intended to build a simple tribe.
Rhodes location wasn't far from the sea, with abundant fresh water. The centaurs wanted to develop this place into
the first town in the Amazon region, rather than its original tribal structure.

On the way, Abigail had already spoken with Carmela. The woods across the stream near Rhodes were designated for the harpies
to build a new home. Along the way, Abigail secretly embraced the beautiful harpy woman, taking advantage of her while whispering in
her ear about precautions for spending the night with Rhodes' master. She then told Carmela that only a
tribal chief would have the opportunity to personally serve Rhodes' master and receive his reward. Carmela
was thrilled and eagerly anticipated the night's events.

After instructing the harpies on the construction, Carmela hurriedly followed Tias to visit Rhodes. Tias
warned her to be wary of the snake-man beside Rhodes, his closest confidant, whom Rhodes
indulged own pleasure; Tias cautioned her against agreeing to any of Elsa's
requests. Carmela nodded, mentally labeling Elsa as someone to be kept as far away as possible. Carmela was also secretly observing
the tribe. The current leader was Abigail, but affairs were handled by
Brittany . Abigail's daughter was highly respected in the tribe due to her master, Rhodes.
Abigail seemed to be largely uninvolved, but both Tias and Brittany were close to Abigail. Therefore, Carmela
abandoned her idea of competing with Abigail, the centaur leader, sowing discord among the centaurs, and elevating the harpies'
status in Rhodes's eyes.

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"You actually said that…" Rhodes was speechless after hearing Abigail describe their spiritual union as a reward and recognition for
the leader , and then tell Carmela about it. But upon reflection, he realized this method
might not be so bad. Having the leader of a servant race serve him was an effective way to enhance loyalty. However,
simple one-on-one sex was too boring; he could add some spice. Rhodes secretly decided to invite more people to have some
fun .

That night, Carmela ate the fruit given to her by Rhodes, lay down beside the sapling, gazed at the starry sky,
folded her wings, and tossed and turned for a long time before finally drifting off to sleep.
Elsa secretly chuckled. After Carmela fell asleep, she quietly lay down beside the sapling as well, waiting for the show to begin.

Carmela groggily opened her eyes. Before her was the tribe in the early morning, with wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys. A chill ran
through her . Had nothing happened yesterday? Had she not gained Rhodes's approval? She stood
up nervously, wanting to ask Tias or Abigail. Carmela
walked towards Abigail's house beside the sapling, thinking as she went. She knocked on the door, but no one answered. Carmela, puzzled, knocked harder again, but still no one answered.
Carmela became wary. She flapped her wings and flew away, looking around. It was empty; there
wasn't a soul, not even anything moving. Alarm bells rang in Carmela's mind. She flew higher, carefully surveying the tribe.

Suddenly, she spotted a figure in the male slave camp. Carmela immediately flew over, landing on the open ground and
shouting, "Is anyone there?" No one answered. Carmela suddenly turned her head; she clearly heard a noise coming from a nearby
house . Carmela cautiously approached, slowly opening the door. "Is anyone there?" Carmela called again
, but still no one responded.

Just as Carmela lowered her guard, a cat suddenly darted out from
between . Carmela was startled, but breathed a sigh of relief after recognizing it as a cat. "Oh, it's just a cat,"
Carmela muttered to herself. "Wait!" Carmela suddenly became alert.
There hadn't been any living creatures in the tribe's camp; how could a cat suddenly appear here alone? She was about to spread her wings and fly into the sky when everything went
black, and she fainted.

When Carmela slowly awoke, she opened her eyes, but everything was still pitch black. The sensations in her body
told her that she was not only blindfolded, but also completely bound with ropes. Her claws and thighs were tied together, and her wings
were also bound. Her entire weight was supported by her wings, with only her knees barely touching the ground
to provide some support. Carmela was now powerless, her legs spread apart, her full breasts spilling out from under the ropes.
Her large breasts, however, were not bound. Carmela felt a fixed ring in her mouth,
preventing her from clenching her teeth.

Carmela was filled with panic. She remembered losing consciousness in the male slave camp, where the male slaves
went mad at the sight of females. Was she, as the chief of a tribe, destined to be raped by male slaves? The more Carmela thought about it, the more
humiliated . Then, the sound of footsteps interrupted her thoughts. She could clearly sense someone standing
in front of her, scrutinizing her. Carmela could almost smell the sweat on the person opposite her, but unfortunately, she
was powerless to do anything . So, during each sexual encounter, she was the one who raped the kidnapped men. Now, was it finally
her to be raped by lowly males? Thinking about this, Carmela almost shed tears of shame.

A pair of rough, large
hands she could clearly feel two fingers rubbing her nipples. The rough palms rubbed
Carmela's breasts hard, the calluses on the hands rubbing against Carmela's elastic and sensitive skin, causing her a dull
ache .

After a while, once Carmela felt her breasts were definitely red from being rubbed, the hands left her
breasts. Before Carmela could even breathe a sigh of relief, she felt those hands, each with its five fingers together,
rubbing her nipples and the tender flesh around them with their palms. Each time, the calluses on the hands would rub against her nipples
and breast tissue, and then the rough palms would lift a portion of her breast, starting from the nipple, until enough
breast tissue was lifted. The weight of the breast tissue exceeded the friction between her skin and the palms, and the lifted breast tissue would quickly fall back down.
Carmela 's breasts were not only huge but also incredibly elastic; each fall created a wave of flesh, and her breasts trembled.
Her breasts trembled uncontrollably. A tugging sensation, along with a sharp pain, shot through Carmela's brain.

Carmela was filled with a mixture of fear and astonishment at the caresses before her. She was terrified that she was actually
experiencing a strange pleasure amidst the pain. Carmela clearly felt an itch in her vagina. As
an experienced woman, she knew she was aroused. Even though aphrodisiacs might be in effect, her body's lust was
undeniable. Carmela was secretly anxious, unsure what to do.

The person before her seemed to have grown tired of it and stopped torturing Carmela's breasts, but Carmela was even more
worried . She guessed further defilement was coming. Sure enough, Carmela felt
something warm emanating from her face. She knew it was a penis, the very spot she used to use to torment men. Now, Carmela only
wished the penis were far away from her, but the person before her had no intention of letting it go.

Carmela felt the heat intensify, then felt a fleshy mass press against her face and
begin rubbing against it incessantly. That was the man's penis in front of Carmela, the tip still dripping with precum,
which smeared onto Carmela's face. Some of it slowly dripped down her pretty cheeks, while most remained on her
skin. Unfortunately, no matter how much the penis rubbed against her, it wouldn't pry open Carmela's blindfold,
thwarting her plan to let her see who it was. Even when it started rubbing upwards from Carmela's nose, it would stop before reaching the blindfold.
Soon , the man in front of Carmela seemed to have grown tired of it, placing the glans on Carmela's luscious lips. Only then did Carmela
realize that the ring in her mouth wasn't to prevent her from biting her tongue, but to prevent her from biting
the penis .

The penis forced its way through Carmela's lips, passing through the ring, and Carmela's tongue could already feel
the precum dripping from the glans. "Damn aphrodisiac!" Carmela cursed inwardly. Once the penis was fully inserted into Carmela's mouth,
she could barely breathe. Her face flushed red from lack of oxygen, and her throat involuntarily throbbed as if trying
to expel the intruder. The throbbing in her throat intensely stimulated the penis, causing more and more fluid to leak from the glans, which ended up
in Carmela's stomach. Carmela's face was buried in the pubic hair of the person
in front of her, overwhelmed by a profound sense of shame. As the person withdrew the penis, reached out and grabbed Carmela's head, then forcefully
thrust the penis into her throat, Carmela finally shed tears of shame, the tears mingling with the undried vaginal fluid dripping
onto the ground. "Huff... Hah... Ugh..." Carmela could only manage a choked moan as

the penis withdrew due to the intense oral sex .
At this moment, another person came over and directly picked up Carmela's legs. Now
Carmela was being oral sex in front of her, and her legs were being held up by someone's arms from behind. Her huge breasts were hanging to the ground,
trembling incessantly with the rhythm of her body's movements. Carmela's body was only being pulled by her wings, and the pain on her wings was also impacting Carmela's mind
in waves , mixing with the feeling of suffocation, causing Carmela's pain and pleasure.

The next person didn't hold back either, reaching out and slapping Carmela's plump buttocks hard a few times. The crisp "slap slap" sound, combined with
the impact, created waves of flesh that rippled down her thighs before slowly disappearing.
The pain from her bright red peach-shaped buttocks was, in Carmela's mind, a strong pleasure. Ignoring Carmela's moans and
twitching, the next person held her buttocks firmly, and thrust his penis in. Carmela convulsed again.
Since Carmela was still suspended in mid-air, the next person didn't need to exert any force. He simply bent down and held Carmela's thighs,
causing twitch. Carmela, thoroughly violated, twisted her buttocks in response.

The man in front of her increased his force, finally thrusting his penis deep into Carmela's throat and ejaculating
a large amount of semen. After half of it entered Carmela's stomach, seeing that she might suffocate,
he quickly withdrew his half-filled penis and ejaculated the rest onto Carmela's face. The excess semen was
n't sticky; it flowed down Carmela's body, from her face to her neck, into her cleavage, and finally dripped onto the ground from her
nipples .

The man in front of her, panting, suddenly ripped off Carmela's blindfold. Carmela opened her dazed eyes, still
responding to the thrusts from behind, while looking up along the penis: thick pubic hair, a smooth abdomen, large
breasts and pink nipples? Carmela suddenly awoke with a start. Looking up, she saw
Elsa, panting heavily, her face filled with satisfaction.

"This...could it be..." Carmela calmed herself, suppressing the pleasure in her lower body, sensing the mental
fluctuations . "It can't be wrong...uh...that's...that's Master Rod...ah!" A surge
of joy welled up in Carmela's heart. All the previous shame turned into the joy of serving her master, and the previous anger turned into the acquiescence of "So Master
likes to play like this!" The forced moans turned into wanton cries, and her body began to actively respond to
Rod's thrusts from behind. The feeling of going from hell to heaven made Carmela lose herself in waves of pleasure.

Elsa watched Carmela's transformation from sorrow to joy, sneered twice, squatted down, and bit Carmela's cherry lips that were emitting lewd
cries . She began to suck the semen she had ejaculated into Carmela's mouth, and her hands also grasped
Carmela's huge breasts, which were covered in her semen, and began to ruthlessly ravage them. Carmela, who was already exhausted, enjoyed
the pleasure Under the attack from both sides, she quickly reached her peak, and then she was so tired that she lost consciousness.

Rhodes, behind her, also ejaculated into Carmela's vagina. Then, looking
helplessly at Elsa, who was still playing with Carmela, he said, "She is indeed tired, both mentally and physically. Although this is my mental world,
ruining it will also harm the real world. You are torturing her like this."

Elsa ignored Rhodes, turned around, crawled on the ground, spread her buttocks with her left hand, and put a glob of semen into her mouth
with her right index finger. Then, while licking her finger, she stuck out her buttocks,
showing Rhodes her pink vulva and pulsating anus.

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