Puppet and the White Snake

The golems come in a wide variety of shapes; theoretically, they can take any shape the summoner can imagine, differing only in their hardness. The weakest is the mud golem, followed by the earth golem, clay golem, stone golem, rock golem, iron golem, and diamond golem. Golems are typically used for sieges; they are incredibly difficult to destroy and can even repair themselves using the stones of the city walls. Without a powerful mage or priest to destroy or dispel them, they will grow larger and larger, eventually becoming a behemoth that even dragons dare not provoke.

Octavia naturally couldn't allow the rock golem to take shape; although slow, it was still a problem. A greatsword slashed diagonally across the body of a golem, knocking down a large chunk of earth and stone. With a few more windmill-like strikes, the rock golem was reduced to fragments. Although the greatsword, acting as a medium, remained, the rock golem would slowly regenerate, but without Rasoma's guidance, its speed would become extremely slow.

The second and third rock golems were also shattered in the blink of an eye. These golems, usually such a headache, were like bread before the greatsword imbued with the Holy Sword's power, instantly turning into countless clods of earth.

"Hiss—!" Lasoma caught two shields and two flails thrown in from outside the arena and turned to fight back. This time, her weapons were either defensive or avoided direct confrontation, indicating she had learned her lesson from a head-on clash with Octavia.

The two clashed again. Having changed her shields, Lasoma was much more composed this time. Her shields were no ordinary ones; they could even withstand siege crossbows. However, the Holy Sword was not a siege crossbow. Even though their power was similar, a siege crossbow could only fire one arrow every three minutes, while the Holy Sword could swing three or four times per second. The shields couldn't withstand the Holy Sword's repeated strikes; after blocking dozens of blows, one side finally disintegrated, and the other was riddled with dents. The two flails, flanking and attacking from the left and right, were ineffective. Octavia's attack was defense, and defense was attack; even when flanked, her rapidly swinging greatsword protected her rear. In just a few blows, even the iron ball was shattered into pieces, leaving only two bare sticks.

Octavia wasn't in much better shape. Summoning the Holy Sword consumed a great deal of energy, and each attack also required a large amount of battle qi. She usually used it to eliminate top-tier enemy fighters, to intimidate them, and needed to rest for a long time afterward. After clashing with the shield, iron ball, and greatsword a hundred times, her greatsword remained undamaged, but its sword aura was fading, gradually leaving only the outer ring of the greatsword.

But just as she mustered her remaining strength to break through Lasoma's defenses, a fist the size of a bucket suddenly struck from the side. Octavia retreated; it turned out that Lasoma had used her long body to pull the last remaining stone golem into the fray to aid her.

The two separated again, panting heavily. Both had exhausted most of their strength in the fight, yet neither could gain the upper hand.

In truth, neither had been able to exert their full power. Lasoma's stomach was abnormally swollen, and she always carefully protected it during the fight, preferring to use other parts of her body to absorb damage when necessary. Aside from her front and snake belly, the rest of her body was covered in colorful scales. These scales, while lacking the defensive power of dragon scales, were not easily penetrated by ordinary attacks, especially possessing incredibly strong resistance to magic. If her opponent were a mage, they would be lambs to the slaughter. Fortunately, Octavia focused on physical attacks, particularly power and frequency, which allowed her to fight Lasoma to a standstill.

Octavia, needless to say, had a liter of holy water poured into her intestines and a large vibrator inserted into her vagina, making her movements much more sluggish. She was also being watched by tens of thousands of lustful spectators. This wasn't something that strength alone could overcome, yet these things significantly improved her stamina in combat. It was hard to say whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.

Lasoma wrapped her entire body around the rock golem and quickly disappeared into the thinning mist, seemingly to rest. She picked up her four abandoned greatswords again; her speed was incredible, and Octavia was quickly outpaced after taking just one step. The pink mist only covered an area of three steps in radius, but Octavia dared not pursue her, watching helplessly as Lasoma sheathed her greatswords and plunged them into the rock golem's body. The rock golem immediately began to absorb the surrounding earth and rocks, its body growing larger.

Octavia was extremely troubled; when Lasoma emerged again, the rock golem would become incredibly difficult to deal with. To stop the rock golem's growth, the best approach would be to use a dispelling spell, but she lacked a magical artifact like the Purification Grail to amplify it, while Lasoma possessed six magical swords as a medium. A tug-of-war between them would inevitably result in her defeat, especially since Lasoma, being a snake-person, was known for her endurance. If
the battle dragged on, she would still lose. Now, with no other option but to fight, Octavia chanted the incantation again, drawing power from the gems on the vibrating dildo and nipple rings.

Gems, unlike potions, are not gentle; drawing power from them causes violent vibrations. Therefore, gems are usually inlaid in hard objects rather than attached to the body, allowing the vibrations to be mitigated by the hands. With the release of power, the vibrating dildo twisted wildly, the nipples glowed white, and the Dawn Phallo on the nipple rings vibrated violently. Octavia immediately felt intense pleasure emanating from her breasts and vagina. Her legs went weak and her breasts itched. She quickly pressed her left arm against her breasts, squeezed her legs together, and her vagina gripped the vibrator tightly. But the more she tried to endure it, the more intense the pleasure became. She could feel her vaginal fluids seeping through her panties, wetting the middle section and flowing down her inner thighs.

Whether it was from absorbing a liter of water or from the overwhelming pleasure, a sudden urge to urinate surged up. As the power and pleasure continued to flood her body, the urge to urinate rapidly accumulated, growing stronger and stronger. Octavia squeezed her legs tightly together, her standing posture instantly transforming from a strong and fearless female warrior into a shy and timid little woman.
Her unusual behavior immediately attracted the attention of the audience, especially those familiar with the place, who could immediately tell what had happened to her.

"Wow, Octavia seems to be under a lot of pressure. The stubborn Octavia has to resort to the power of her nipple rings and vibrators. But if she thrusts too hard, she'll easily climax, you know. Octavia seems to want it, but she can't; climaxing in public is very embarrassing. But, everyone wants to see, right!" The succubus commentator's words rang out again at an inopportune moment.

Feeling countless gazes focused on her, those gazes gradually turning from awe to lewdness, Octavia was extremely annoyed with the succubus commentator, and even found the succubus race itself incredibly repulsive. Then again, she had exhausted most of her power and no longer possessed her initial imposing presence. Her desperate need to urinate and her coy posture as she approached climax were indeed very endearing. These lawless bastards were masters of assessing the situation and bullying the weak. Seeing the once-mighty female warrior now in this state, their penises and phallic organs were painfully hard and swollen. Now, they were only glancing at her a couple of times, which was already considered polite.

However, their gazes quickly shifted from lewdness to horror.

Octavia's posture was severely distorted, but her aura grew increasingly powerful. The greatsword in her hand seemed to transform into a long, thin cocoon of light, its sharpness making it difficult to breathe. If given a choice, no one would willingly accept such a strike. Even spectators with only mid-level strength could feel the almost solidified power of light emanating from the greatsword; even those who didn't cultivate dark-attribute battle qi felt a heavy weight pressing on their chests. Only a few powerful individuals remained indifferent.

After a while, Octavia reached into her vagina and pulled out the vibrator, throwing it to the ground. The Light Gem had been exhausted and shattered upon impact. While this action was somewhat against the rules, no one cared. Even the Dawn Hairpins on her nipple rings had been shattered, indicating that their power had been completely drained. She hadn't climaxed in front of tens of thousands of people, which brought her relief at having overcome her desires, yet also a painful dissatisfaction that transformed into a death-defying courage.

The powerful VIPs sat up straight, releasing their sex slaves and watching intently as the two faced off in their final duel. At this point, neither side had any room to hold back. If Octavia could withstand the sword strike, she was finished; conversely, if she couldn't, Lasoma would be sliced into pieces, her life instantly extinguished by the power of light. Even the Black Dragon King himself might not be able to save her.

"Wow, Octavia is amazing! Lady Lasoma is in danger. This will be their last fight. Will one fall or both be severely injured?" The succubus commentator looked around, trying to confirm whether they should continue. After all, it would be a huge loss if two legends favored by the gods were to perish together.

Lasoma, caught in the middle, was trembling all over. She was firmly locked onto by Octavia, and she could only take the attack head-on. There was no way to dodge; any attempt to escape would be suicide. This was the domain law of a powerful being who followed the path of strength, similar to the "sure hit" law of an archer. Although she could use this law for a short time thanks to the power of the gem and the talent of a god-chosen one, even ten seconds was enough to kill an opponent of the same level.

The threat of death ignited Lasoma's ferocity. She hissed sharply, her long serpentine body wrapping around the waist of the stone golem that had grown to be one and a half people tall, and her upper body replaced the golem's head. The rock golem hadn't grown very tall, but its surface had become smooth, revealing faint outlines of muscles. It reflected a metallic sheen in the sunlight, a sign of its development into a Vajra golem. Clearly, Lasoma knew that she was too big for this sword; only increasing her strength could protect her life.

"Die! Holy Sword—Judgment!" Octavia gripped her sword high, charging forward without hesitation, accompanied by a fierce gale. Before the sword even reached her, the pink mist was already dispersed by the wind. When they were ten paces apart, her metal boots slammed into the ground, increasing her speed by half again, and a lightsaber the size of two people slashed down towards Lasoma's head.
"Ah!" Lasoma screamed, six heavy swords emitting a black light, meeting the attack alongside the rock golem's arm. Faced with this terrifying blow, Lasoma's younger brother, White Serpent, shrank into his tail, frantically trying to burrow into the ground. His body was fragile, and no one paid attention to his cowardice.

"Thud!" The sound of metal clashing was like a hammer striking a large drum, pounding on the hearts of the audience, making them feel suffocated.

The stone golem's arm was instantly blasted apart, shattering into tiny stone fragments that flew in all directions. It was almost completely disintegrated on the spot, and its body was also riddled with countless cracks. Large amounts of rubble cascaded to the ground. The stone golem, which could withstand the bombardment of siege weapons, could hardly survive five seconds alone against the greatsword. But Rasoma's six greatswords could withstand the sharpness of the holy sword. The tips of the greatswords sank simultaneously, and the unstoppable greatsword stopped abruptly in mid-air. It was unclear what material the greatswords were made of, but they did not shatter immediately.

"Hah!" Octavia roared, and the greatsword sank even further. A ripple spread from the golem's thick feet, and the bodies of the man and the snake trembled violently as a heavy, suffocating feeling pressed down on them. Lasoma gritted her teeth, her strong body trembling uncontrollably. Veins bulged on her beautiful face, making her look terrifying. Her six arms, like her torso, were muscular and bulging with veins. Even with all her might, the six greatswords kept retreating, their blades pressing relentlessly towards her chest. The snake tail that supported her body on the ground kept shifting backward.
After absorbing the first attack, the two entered a stalemate. Fragments of light and darkness constantly erupted from the point where the cocoon of light outside the greatsword clashed with the black-glowing heavysword. These fragments were sharp as blades, occasionally leaving a thin bloodstain as they grazed their bodies. Before the cocoon of light even touched their bodies, the holy radiance already made Lasoma's tough skin feel as if sulfuric acid had been poured on it.

"Die!" Octavia roared, gathering her last strength to press down on Lasoma. She wanted to finish this quickly. She was now in a sorry state. Having removed her breastplate and skirt armor, she was left only with a set of underwear. The underwear was conservative yet sexy, made of superior material and very comfortable. But even the most beautiful underwear wasn't steel. Her clash with Lasoma created a hurricane capable of tearing through wooden shields. Her skin, after all, was that of a legendary powerhouse. She could protect herself by channeling her power throughout her body, but her underwear couldn't. So, in an instant, she was completely naked, wearing only long metal gloves and boots. To her dismay, even her unusually thin and flashy nipple rings remained undamaged. In the midst of a life-or-death battle, she couldn't cover her sensitive areas and could only end the fight as quickly as possible.

"Ah—!" The greatsword's edge gradually approached her swollen belly. Lasoma suddenly let out a long, hissing scream, her head shaking wildly from side to side, whether in despair or a cry for help, it was unclear.

Octavia felt a sudden alarm. She immediately focused her mind to search for the source of the threat, but she couldn't sense anything approaching the two of them. This moment of relaxation was immediately seized upon by Lasoma. She roared with all her might, her six arms pushing back with all

her might. Octavia's focus snapped back instantly, and her greatsword pressed down with full force once more. The shift in their offense and defense, the change in their minds, happened in an instant; no one but the two of them could see the change, and therefore, no one could detect the opening. But in that split second, a red and green bamboo shoot-like object burst from the ground between Octavia's legs, aiming straight for her vulva. A white, tubular object shot out from the shoot-like object with speed faster than a crossbow bolt, and at such close range, there was no way to avoid it.

Octavia's attention had barely returned to Lasoma when she felt a sharp pain in her lower body. She stomped her foot on the ground. The object, having struck, immediately burrowed into the ground, but even so, it let out a sharp screech, indicating it was badly injured. The two abruptly separated, both their faces filled with panic.

Octavia knew it was Lasoma's brother, the White Serpent, who had bitten her. Remembering the pink venomous mist it spewed, she knew that if she didn't treat the bite immediately, she would become a prostitute only capable of sexual intercourse. She planted her greatsword in the ground to shield herself; now completely naked, this was the only thing she could barely cover herself with. Touching her vulva, her hand was covered in a sticky fluid, which was still flowing out, but there was no blood. But this didn't reassure her, because she felt four dents on her labia majora—bite marks left by venomous fangs. She quickly covered her vulva and chanted a dispelling spell, hoping to stop the spread of the venom.

Lasoma had no will to retaliate. Her brother, the White Serpent, was badly injured. Octavia was incredibly powerful at the time; although her instinctive kick wasn't directly on the White Serpent due to the half-meter-thick stone slab and the protection of its tail, the White Serpent was too fragile. Even weakened by the impact, it still felt like a hundred-pound hammer had struck it. A section of the White Serpent's bones and muscles were almost shattered, and it was on the verge of death.

Lasoma was in equal pain as her brother lay dying. Even the strongest woman's body couldn't withstand much more than an ordinary person's. Her brother was connected to her body; they shared joy and pain. Emotionally, she couldn't accept his death. He was her only family and emotional anchor besides her mother.

She pulled the long snake tail from the ground and held it in front of her. The tail writhed, slowly expelling the White Serpent's limp body. The White Serpent was listless, slumped in her hand like a broken toy. But after observing it for a moment, Lasoma breathed a sigh of relief. A blood-red light appeared in her hand, and she frantically poured the red light directly into the White Serpent's body. That was her life force, the essence that only powerful beings could condense by expending their own life force. It could directly replenish the life force of the other party. Even among close relatives, very few powerful beings would do this, as it would cause too much damage to themselves.

"That was truly a close call! After a fierce battle, neither of them could instantly defeat the other in terms of strength. Octavia was slightly stronger than Lady Lasoma, but Lady Lasoma's methods were superior. Her brother risked his life to save her and repelled Octavia. Now, both of them are in bad shape. Lady Lasoma's brother needs medical attention, while Octavia has been poisoned by a malevolent poison that can affect the Great Demon. Both have temporarily lost their fighting ability. The key to victory lies in whether Lady Lasoma can save her brother or whether Octavia can suppress the malevolent poison first."
Octavia was filled with shame, anger, and embarrassment. She immediately used her antidote, but the white snake's malevolent poison was too potent. Her vulva instantly became red, swollen, and wet, with vaginal fluid dripping. The intense emptiness drove her mad, making her want to shove her fists inside her body and pound around. The lingering orgasm returned with a vengeance. She tightly covered her vulva, pinching the soft flesh of her labia with two fingers, hoping to relieve the feeling of orgasm with pain, but her uterus twitched and a surge of fluid violently hit her palm.

"Ugh... Ugh..." She climaxed, a wave of intense release and languid pleasure washing over her. Wave after wave of fluid pounded against her palms; this climax was unusually intense, with droplets leaking from around her hands and between her fingers. Before she could do anything, another stream of warm fluid shot out from her front—she had lost control of her bladder. This made Octavia even more embarrassed. She cowered behind the greatsword like a shivering quail, trying to stop the uncontrollable flow.

Finally, after the climax and the loss of control, her lower body was soaked. Octavia felt a pang of despair, realizing how much she wanted it. Her lower body was so itchy and empty. Remembering the time she was stuck to the ground, her beautiful buttocks shamefully raised, being roughly penetrated by Pirom, she suddenly missed the vibrator that had been pulled out. She subconsciously glanced around, only to find, to her disappointment, that the vibrator had long since been crushed to pieces. She wanted to find a whip to lash her vulva to relieve the itching, but unfortunately, there couldn't be one here. All she could do was pinch the soft flesh of her labia, using the pain to concentrate.
"Hehe, you want it, don't you? My brother's aphrodisiac can only be used once a month, but even the last bit isn't so easy to dispel." Lasoma slowly swam over, her brother, the White Serpent, hissing at Octavia a little behind her. Both siblings' eyes gleamed with lust and ferocity. "You want it now, don't you? Don't worry, we'll make you very happy. Relax, resistance is useless. You can no longer use the Holy Sword, can you?" "
Damn it, you despicable scoundrel! You don't deserve to be called a warrior!" Octavia cursed angrily.

"Hmph, only pampered humans like you would set up such pointless definitions. Unfortunately, these definitions are meaningless elsewhere. We follow a different set of rules: the victor gains everything, the weak lose everything. Enjoying the spoils of the loser is the victor's right." Lasoma scornfully retorted, dismissing her sharp tongue. "Stubborn girl, don't make futile resistance. Let us pamper you."

Lasoma pounced, and Octavia, seemingly weakened by lust, suddenly lunged forward, sword in hand, mustering her remaining strength to slash at the white serpent. If she killed her brother, she wouldn't have completely lost, and she could avenge herself. Unfortunately, such petty tricks were useless against a seasoned veteran of the evil camp.

Six greatswords formed a shield as Lasoma adopted a defensive stance, relentlessly wearing down Octavia's strength. Octavia was also at her limit, but Octavia was poisoned by aphrodisiacs. As long as she wasn't given the antidote, victory would surely be hers in the end. The white serpent remained hidden behind Lasoma, hissing and flicking its tongue in provocation, but showing no intention of advancing. Octavia grew increasingly anxious as the fight progressed. Lasoma constantly retreated to dodge or advanced to provoke her, preventing her from using magic to suppress the aphrodisiac. Octavia could only relentlessly attack Lasoma, still naked, her aphrodisiac fluids flowing down her thighs. The cool sensation between her legs made her feel like a prostitute performing a striptease.

Indeed, the audience was captivated, utterly satisfied with the battle. They had seen many beautiful human female bodies, but legendary-level female warriors were rare, let alone female knights with unwavering will and a tendency to act in teams. They even hoped the battle would last as long as possible. Finally,

Octavia couldn't hold on any longer. Her grip weakened, and her greatsword was knocked away. Lasoma's serpent tail seized the opportunity to lash out, sending her staggering backward. Octavia pinched her thigh hard to regain her senses, but Lasoma gave her no chance, lunging forward and rapidly wrapping her six arms and long body around her.
"No! No!" Deprived of her weapon, like a venomous snake without its fangs, Octavia cried out in despair. She was too slow; she didn't even have a chance to escape. The twenty-meter-long snake body quickly wrapped around her waist three times, then spread her legs wide apart. Six hands grabbed her hands and breasts, while the remaining two hands roamed around, teasing her sensitive areas. The thick, long snake body piled up all around, leaving Octavia no choice but to stand like a horse.

The siblings divided the spoils fairly. Lasoma enjoyed Octavia's upper body, her two hands cupping Octavia's head, kissing her lips, pressing her large breasts against Octavia's full breasts, and her two middle hands holding Octavia's hands, though not twisting them, greatly restricting her movement.

The white snake emerged from its tail, its head rubbing against the wet vulva, its tongue flicking out as it excitedly savored the rare, delicious spring water. Its thighs, which could easily have crushed it, had been forcibly pried open by its sister's body; this moist, slippery crevice was its paradise. After rolling around outside for a while, it retracted slightly, then shot out like a crossbow bolt, plunging deep into the vulva.

Octavia, clenching her teeth and refusing to yield, couldn't see what was happening beneath her. Lasoma's swift and agile, slender tongue terrified her. When the white snake pierced her, she let out a soft cry of "Ah!" Lasoma seized the opportunity, pinching her cheek and spitting out its tongue, which licked her mouth and tongue vigorously, even burrowing into her throat.

"Ugh... Waaah..." Octavia's entire body tensed. The brutal and savage experience of deflowering and laying eggs last time had instilled deep fear in her. Now, her body was once again being invaded by something disgusting and repulsive. Her legs and vagina reflexively tightened. At the same time, she was in immense pain. She was in pain for her failure, for her impotence, and even more painful for the fact that despite having the favor of the gods, legendary strength, extraordinary talent, beauty, and lineage, she had not ascended to the altar, nor become the beloved of any prince or king. Instead, she was fighting alone in this place, losing her virginity, suffering humiliation, and powerless to resist.

"Waaah—!" Unfortunately, her weak resistance was futile. Her legs were spread apart by the snake's body, and the contractions of her vagina could not stop the white snake's advance. Before long, she let out another panicked groan. It turned out that the white snake, having just filled her vagina, was now pushing its way in, drilling its head into her cervix. A woman's cervix is incredibly sensitive. This has nothing to do with strength. Octavia was naturally sensitive, and having been poisoned with aphrodisiacs, she was even more unable to bear it. After only a few thrusts, Octavia climaxed again. Her vagina instinctively tightened around the white snake, and copious amounts of white foam flowed out with the tide. Her vagina gripped the snake's body tightly, spasming incessantly, as if giving it a massage, which made the snake writhe even more violently.

Despite her efforts to resist the pleasure, her body began to crave the joy of sex. Octavia climaxed before she even had a chance to demonstrate her chastity. Now, she could only be manipulated like a piece of meat on a chopping block, using pitiful sounds to cheer on the Lasoma siblings' conquest.

The white snake withdrew slightly again, then slammed into the cervix. Having been breached once before by Pirom's long tail, it was no longer as hard and narrow as a virgin's. The white snake easily broke through the cervix and entered Octavia's uterus, writhing wildly inside. The audience could clearly see a long, bulging, constantly writhing at her navel, stimulating Octavia's body to spasm as if electrocuted, releasing vaginal fluids.

The white snake seemed to be building a nest inside Octavia's uterus, its long body relentlessly burrowing into it. Its body carried some kind of mucus, and with its churning, Octavia's vagina and uterus noticeably expanded, her lower abdomen bulging into an oval shape.

No woman could endure such torment of her uterus. At first, Octavia managed to suppress the pleasure, tightening her abdominal and vaginal muscles to resist the snake's onslaught. But the more she contracted, the more the snake felt pleasure, and the more intense its torment became.

The human body's tolerance for pain often increases gradually, because pain only varies in degree, but pleasure can erupt like a dam bursting. The more one endures, the higher the climax builds, and the more intense the climax becomes after reaching a certain point.

When the uncontrollable pleasure reached its limit, Octavia finally collapsed. Her body arched violently, her delicate frame stiffened, and a scream that echoed throughout the room, accompanied by a surging tide of fluid, erupted from her vagina, which was blocked by the white snake.

Her climax was long and intense, her lower body spasming and convulsing, her seductive moans sending shivers down the spines of the audience of all races. No one had expected the fierce and strong Octavia's screams of climax to be so captivating; no wonder it had sparked a massive orgy last time. In fact, many naturally lustful spectators couldn't resist any longer, grabbing nearby women and brutally raping them regardless of their race.

Climaxes consume a lot of energy, and Octavia felt intensely dizzy and weak; she desperately wanted to rest. The White Serpent wouldn't let her off easily. Taking advantage of her lingering afterglow, it thrashed her even more frantically. Rape of legendary-rank women made males stronger, and immersed in the tide, the White Serpent's condition improved.

After being tormented into three consecutive climaxes, the exhausted Octavia finally had no strength left to struggle. Her limp body leaned against Lasoma, copious amounts of vaginal fluid drizzling down, forming a small puddle between her legs.

[The End]

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