【The God of War's Flesh Sacrifice】Author: Bone-Cutting Sword

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At the foot of Mount Sher on Planet Aila, tens of thousands of people packed the stands of the circular arena to capacity, chanting the names of their favorite knights and cheering them on.
On the square platform to the north, five women occasionally discussed the outcome of a contest between two knights on the circular arena below the budget table. Their priestly robes were made of thin gauze; aside from semi-transparent bras and long drapes hanging from their hips, the only other exposed parts were their priestly hats.
Behind them stood a statue of the goddess Videmère, who would preside over the only competition held by her—the most important "God of War Festival" sacrificial event in the Aila Sher Empire.
This was an event watched by the entire empire; the champion would become the main offering for this year's "God of War Festival."
This is also the arena where the imperial nobles prove their family's strength. All the participating "Rose Knights" are young ladies from noble families who are proficient in martial arts, possess SSS-grade or higher flesh quality, and have passed the noble etiquette test. Across the entire empire's more than 300
planets and tens of thousands of families, there are fewer than 50,000 Rose Knights.
In this era where the male-to-female ratio is 1:180, obtaining this title among countless women is every girl's dream.
To qualify for the finals in a competition only Rose Knights can participate in, to arrive at the Arena of Mount Sher, and to win before the goddess Videmise—
to wear the goddess's seven-colored jeweled crown, to display one's charm before all the imperial subjects, and finally, to have one's soul carried to heaven by a divine bird to become a guard of the God of War—this is an honor that every girl envies to the extreme.
The two knights on the field were dressed in particularly alluring outfits. Lena from the Barnes family wielded her longsword and launched a fierce attack. Her low-cut silver front armor could not hide her full breasts and deep cleavage. Although the key parts were well concealed, she did not miss any places that should be exposed. With her movements, her youthful and energetic body exuded an alluring charm.
Alina, from the Hewell family, was equally formidable. Her white feathered shoulder armor and blue patterned split breastplate accentuated her full, perky breasts, revealing her flat, firm abdomen. Black stockings with a belt and brown boots further emphasized her long, beautiful legs. She
drew arcs with her spear, deflecting the charging Lena.
Although the atmosphere in the arena was intense, the girls closest to the platform remained uninterested.
"Ba, who do you think will win?" asked one of the girls, her lower body covered by a blue striped bodysuit, with feather-like strips of fabric wrapped around her arms.
A fan-shaped pure gold pendant hung on her chest, perfectly concealing her pink nipples, making the men staring at her large breasts blaze with desire. They could only fantasize about her beautiful breasts, which were faintly visible beneath the sheer bra.
She was none other than Menas, a member of the Mohanmo family, an imperial noble family. Her chocolate-colored skin and distinctive light gauze dress were the most distinctive features of the Mohanmo women.
"It's hard to say. If the rules hadn't prohibited leaving obvious marks on her opponents, Lena probably wouldn't have been able to hold on for so long,"
Tomoe of the Muto family replied. Her slender, feminine body was draped in a white top and dark red trousers. Her long, flowing black hair, reaching her waist, cascaded down her back, and a bright red headband on her forehead gave her serene and elegant face a slightly heroic air.
Although the girls around her were all leaning against the back of their chairs, she remained kneeling upright, making her stand out.
Ellie, from the Count of Buns family, cupped her ample breasts and complained, "What kind of stupid rules are these? The sickle I'm using is supposed to be easy to cut people, isn't this just deliberately making me lose? I've been working so hard to maintain
myself every day for this competition, and now this beautiful body is going to disappear before it's even been used by a man. I should have given
my virginity to my cousin Lana last month on his birthday." Saying this, she stood up and spun around, the swaying of her skirt inadvertently revealing her fair thighs between her white stockings and miniskirt.
"Lana always says he wants you to be his pet when he's 18. Don't worry about not having a chance to experience sex; we need to do more than just provide a meal for the warriors,"
Aldela comforted her with a smile. The two cousins had completely different body types. Unlike Ellie's petite 1.5-meter frame and large breasts, Aldela's 1.8-meter height and 100-inch bust made her stand out among women.
Most large breasts succumb to gravity and tend to droop to the abdomen—a
condition known as sagging.
But Aldela's breasts were high and firm, larger than a basketball, yet they maintained a beautiful shape, completely unaffected by gravity.
"That's right, Ellie, we have another duel tonight, let's see who serves more warriors!!"
Nikus was the first to extend her hand: "For the honor of the Rose Knights."
The girls put their hands together: "For the honor of the Rose Knights!"
At this moment, the winner was decided on the stage. Lena seized the opening in her opponent's backhand slash and leaped in front of Elina to subdue her.
"Thank you, Goddess, for your witness. Now, I, Merfa, the High Priestess of the Goddess Videmi, declare the sacrifice for this War God Festival to be: Miss Reina of the Barnes family!"
Merfa placed her hand on Reina's kneeling head and solemnly asked, "Miss Reina Barnesber, do you willingly become the sacrifice for the War God?"
Reina replied in a low voice, "I, Reina Barnesber, am willing to offer my body and soul to the great War God, may his light forever shine upon the warriors of the Empire."
"Brave girl, you will become the warrior god's bodyguard, and the goddess Videmi will forever bless you!"
Melfa removed the seven-colored jeweled crown from the goddess statue and placed it on Lena's head: "Salute to the warriors, this is the glory you have earned through your efforts!!"
In the palace on the east side of Mount Shel, the enormous hot spring bath was shrouded in mist.
After the competition, the arena needed to be set up as a ceremony venue, and the girls also needed time to rest and prepare for the evening's revelry.
Shizuka, hugging Tomoe, teased, kneading her ample breasts, "As expected of a young lady, your breasts are the biggest!"
Tomoe, blushing, struggled, "Stop it, Aldora's are the biggest. Shizuka, yours are 91cm, just like mine."
Alina and Annie stared at Aldora's enormous breasts, most of which were floating on the water's surface. "They're really big, Aldora, how do you maintain them?"
"I'm also troubled by them. These breasts are too big, not only do they affect my movement, but I also have to sleep on my side every day."
Aldora lifted her breasts and said, "It would be so much better to have a well-proportioned figure like yours. I'm too tall, and training has made my body stiff. Alina, Annie, actually, I envy you two; your proportions are just right and rounded."
"No need,"
Shizuka suddenly hugged her from behind. "With breasts that big, you'll definitely have every man's eyes popping out tonight."
Nikus, standing nearby, chuckled and pushed the tray towards her. "Alright, drink some nutrient solution. We're going to have a tough time tonight."
"Um..."
Ba hesitated, asking, "I... I have no experience serving, are you sure it's okay tonight?"
The girls burst into laughter: "It's okay, we've never been cooked before, we'll know how to make a good piece of meat tomorrow."
Night fell, and the arena was silent, but not deserted.
Imperial soldiers stood in neat rows below the platform; they were the backbone of the Imperial army, with the highest rank only reaching captain.
This was the defining characteristic of the War God Festival: all officers who could participate had to be frontline veterans, and only 300 were allowed to participate, in commemoration of the first War God Festival.
Under the illumination of nine spotlights, Emperor Rhein-Adolf of the Empire passionately delivered his speech: "Imperial warriors, I, Adolf XIII, thank you for your valiant fighting for the Empire! Now, enjoy the blessings of the God of War!"
The bright lights shifted to the arena, where seven Rose Knights stood proudly before a line of naked women, their smooth skin gleaming under the lights.
Tonight, they were the stars; the noble ladies chosen behind them were merely supporting characters.
"Charge!!!" The young warriors, their blood boiling, could no longer contain themselves before such a beautiful sight, roaring as they charged forward.
The cries of girls being pushed down and the slapping sounds of flesh colliding immediately filled the arena.
To kiss the Rose Knight's fragrance was the ambition of every man in the empire, and the first nine girls were almost simultaneously pinned down by several men.
Before Mutoba could react, a purplish-red penis was thrust hard into her vagina. The pain of losing her virginity made her gasp, and another penis was immediately shoved into her mouth.
The sight of blood aroused the man's animalistic urges; he forcefully lifted her up, while the waiting penis thrust into her anus.
After the initial pain subsided, Ba gradually began to experience pleasure and started to actively cooperate with the man's movements.
The man enjoying oral sex kept kneading the huge breasts in front of him, praising, "As expected of a noble lady, your skills and body are impeccable!"
"Of course, ah..." "So tight, so amazing."
"Your back is top-notch too, it feels so good even without lubrication."
Shizuka was about to help Ba share the load when a burly man grabbed her thighs and lifted her up, saying, "Miss, you should worry about yourself!"
Then, two penises were inserted into her two beautiful holes at the same time.
The pain of losing her virginity was also muffled in her mouth. With the man's intense thrusting, Shizuka also lost herself in pleasure, her body instinctively responding to the training requirements.
Aludela was surrounded by five men and being ridden in a cowgirl position. With each thrust of her body, her vagina and anus intensely swallowed and spat out two huge rods. The man in front of her was pressing her head down and giving her a vigorous blowjob, while her hands each gripped a penis and stroked it.
Her enormous breasts traced alluring curves with each thrust, making the man beneath her incredibly thirsty. He arched his back and sucked on her nipples, while his hands continuously kneaded her breasts.
The petite Ellie was lifted diagonally by three men, her legs spread wide apart. Her slender left foot couldn't touch the ground, and she could only cling to the man in front of her, struggling to swallow and spit out his purplish-red penis. Her full vulva and beautiful
buttocks helplessly bore the weight of two violently thrusting massive objects. Her vaginal fluid mixed with her own, wetting the ground beneath her with each sway of her body.
Menas and Alina were pushed together to perform a lesbian show, their fair skin and chocolate-colored skin, their red and blonde hair contrasting.
Sometimes they exchanged semen in each other's mouths, sometimes they sucked on the penises in front of them together. The men behind them were stimulated even more by this beautiful scene, their waists thrusting into their vaginas with powerful, pounding motions, causing them to splatter their own fluids and moan loudly.
Anne's supple body was arched back, a burly captain gripping her buttocks and thrusting violently. With each penetration of his thick, dark penis, her fair belly swelled slightly. The man in front was equally forceful, his penis rapidly entering and exiting Anne's beautiful red lips.
In this position, the girl could exert no strength; her long, slender legs weakly clamped around the man's waist, her small mouth whimpering as she tried to swallow and release his penis, her large breasts bouncing joyfully with each thrust.
More warriors, unable to find suitable positions, set their sights on the group of girls behind them.
Soon, the girls' moans and cries of pain, along with the men's heavy breathing, echoed throughout the arena, mingling with the sounds of intense flesh colliding, intensifying the desire of everyone present.
This was also a competition, a competition with no losers.
By 10 PM, the men, having satisfied their desires, chatted and laughed as they walked back to the hotel.
The girls, however, were not so relaxed. On stage, girls of various skin tones lay sprawled, covered in sweat and semen.
The seven "Rose Knights," the main characters, were practically submerged in semen; their wide-open labia and anuses continuously oozed a cloudy white fluid. If it weren't for their still slightly trembling bodies, the staff responsible for cleaning up would have thought they had been raped and murdered.
However, each girl wore a smile, seemingly quite satisfied with the experience.
"Good morning, ladies."
Aldora, rubbing her eyes, sat up and replied, "Yes, good morning..."
The girls also sat up one by one. They were completely naked, their full breasts trembling slightly as they peeked out from under the covers, a sight to behold.
"It's only 6 o'clock? Isn't the ceremony supposed to start at 8?" Shizuka asked weakly, glancing at the clock on the wall, looking like she had low blood sugar.
"Let me introduce myself first. I am Einberon, the food supervisor for this War God Festival. I am in charge of all food matters, and you are all under my management now.
As for getting up early, you all know that preparation takes time.
Oh, Miss Wutengba, you don't need to look for clothes anymore. Once preparation is complete, we'll start cooking. You don't want to sit at the table dressed, do you?"
The corridor leading to the kitchen was made entirely of fiberglass, with a pale purple germicidal lamp every 5 meters on each side of the walls. The girls, now awake, curiously looked around and then realized that the patterns on the walls depicted
scenes of girls being slaughtered, and the "Meat Livestock Only" signs on the ground reminded them: you are on your way to becoming meat.
Every girl knew this was her inevitable fate; feelings of anticipation and fear made their bodies increasingly sensitive.
"Miss Ainbel, where's Lena?" Menas asked.
"Miss Lena Barnes is a sacrifice to the God of War. She was preparing last night while you were enjoying yourselves. She should be praying with the priests now,"
Ainbel smiled, looking at the girls behind her. As expected of the fleshy SSS-grade Rose Knights, although they tried to conceal it, their pink skin, erect nipples, and moist labia indicated they were ready.
Pushing open the door, a large area was marked off with red tape. Next to the only exit was a sign that read "Slaughter Pen." The girls who had arrived early curiously observed their surroundings.
Calling this a kitchen is an understatement; it's more like a hall. Inside, there's a full range of processing equipment, including guillotines, rope racks, piercing devices, and automatic vaginal shooting devices. Over there, there are also various cooking equipment. These are the very things that will soon rob them of their right to live and turn them into delicious dishes.
Under the bright lights, the upside-down bodies of the female livestock hanging in the drainage ditch appeared exceptionally curvaceous, their shaved skin gleaming. Assistants busied themselves adding small anal hooks to the ends of the ropes binding their hands, inserting them into their anuses to secure them and prevent them from getting in the way.
Although it was strictly forbidden to talk freely, the women in the slaughter pen couldn't help but quietly murmur sounds of admiration.
Ainbel watched all the animals' reactions with a smile, making no attempt to stop them.
Generally, this rule against talking was simply to avoid disturbing the chefs' work.
In fact, this exchange of envy and admiration among the female animals actually aroused their desire even more.
Many of the more sensitive ones were already flushed, their legs trembling, and their nipples erect, seemingly on the verge of orgasm.
The chef approached the first female animal, her fingertips teasing the mons pubis and lingering around the labia majora. Then, she straightened her index and middle fingers, joined them together, and inserted them deep into the animal's vagina.
The female animal's moans instantly turned into high-pitched screams. The chef's two fingers sometimes spread apart, probing around the female animal's vagina, and sometimes pressed together, squeezing around the G-spot. After all, the chefs were all girls themselves, and they were extremely familiar with the female body.
Under continuous stimulation, the animal quickly reached climax. Just as it was about to cry out, the chef swiftly slashed its throat with a knife.
In that instant, the animal's body shuddered violently, and a stream of viscous fluid gushed from its vagina, tracing an arc in the air and glistening under the lights.
Then, its body began to writhe violently, accompanied by obvious muscle spasms and convulsions, even causing the chains to rattle.
As blood spurted out, its vagina intermittently expelled mucus, indicating that its uterus was contracting strongly, honestly reflecting its physical state under intense orgasm.
Among the watching livestock, the more sensitive ones, under this stimulation, spurted mucus from their vulvas and lay panting on the ground.
After switching to a sharper knife, the chef made a cut from the upper edge of her perineum to her diaphragm.
As he cut open her belly, the pink stomach, intestines, and other internal organs sprang out. The other livestock in
the pen, who had been watching intently, immediately uttered comments and exclamations of "Ah, look, they're still wriggling!"
After cutting open the abdominal cavity, he further opened the wound on the woman's stomach, allowing more internal organs to slide out.
Then she used her hands to pry open the internal organs, and then used a small knife over a foot long to cut off the uterus, ovaries, liver, gallbladder, and kidneys, throwing them into the waste bin beside her.
The chef's superb skills were clearly evident during the process.
Although most of the internal organs had been removed, she skillfully avoided cutting out any vital parts.
The animal continued to twitch intermittently as it slid towards the carcass.
This was partly to allow the animal to enjoy its pleasure for a longer period, and partly to ensure the meat remained as fresh as possible.
In front of the slaughtering station in the processing area, several strong women were chopping up and butchering livestock. Above the station was a metal rack resembling a horizontal bar, from which hung various bloody chunks of meat, clearly parts of the bodies of slaughtered girls.
The largest was a complete girl's beautiful buttocks, chopped off from the waist down to the thighs, hollow inside. The metal hook had been inserted into the anus and protruded from the vagina, hanging upside down, exuding an aura of cruelty and depravity.
After a single cut severed the beautiful head of the animal and threw it into the garbage chute, completely transforming it into a piece of meat, the several cooks who had been beside her also gathered around and began to work on the still trembling chunks of flesh according to the instructions.
"Miss Ainbelon, are we slaughtering animals here too?" Aludela watched as the animals, limp from the shock of the slaughter, were led away by the cooks; soon they too would be hoisted onto the conveyor belt.
"No, you are all the main course of the banquet. We have prepared ten contingency plans for each of you.
We're here to cleanse your bodies," Ainbelon said, pointing to several washing stations on the right side of the kitchen.
"Menas, Anne, Ellie, Alina, Aldora, Nicus. Put on your gags and get on the cleaning table."
Einbel paused, looking at the remaining two girls: "Shizuka, you're stewed whole, Ba is steamed. To liven up the atmosphere, I need you to self-destruct at the party. I know it's difficult, and if you think you can't do it, I can arrange for a chef..."
Shizuka and Tomoe exchanged a smile: "No one in the Mutō family is afraid to commit suicide. We've all learned how to cut our own seppuku, so let's do it ourselves."
The girls lay down on the washing table with their limbs spread wide as instructed by the staff. Once they were on the table, they realized the grooves were perfectly positioned for them. As their bodies pressed against the surface, several straps snapped out and secured them. Alina curiously tried to move, only to find herself tightly bound to the table, unable to move anything except her fingers.
Suddenly, she felt a cold, thick steel rod slowly inserted into her anus. Was it starting to pierce her? But her body hadn't been cleaned yet! How could she eat food prepared like this?
The steel rod stopped after entering her rectum. As the tip swelled, water rushed violently into their digestive tracts, making the girls' bellies swell like those of pregnant women about to give birth.
Ten minutes later, the water was sucked out again, and this was repeated five times until their stomachs were completely clean.
Just when they thought the cleaning was over, a small rotating blade sprang from the steel rod and quickly severed the rectum. The suction in the steel tube sucked the entire digestive tract in.
The waste collection bin below quickly filled with colorful bits of meat; it turned out that the steel tube contained a machine that broke up the sucked-in contents for rapid expulsion. The intense pain caused the unprepared girls to break out in a cold sweat, and their bodies, confined, prevented them from making any movement.
Her body was stiff and rigid, her muscles trembling, her toes twitching incessantly, and she let out muffled screams through the gag.
"What happened to them?" Ba asked anxiously, seeing her companions' violent reaction. At that moment, the staff was pulling the plug out of her anus, and a stream of clear water gushed out, indicating that her body had been cleaned.
Ainberon said leisurely, "This automatic cleaning machine is cleaning the internal organs. This latest cleaning machine will not leave wounds on the body, and it automatically stops bleeding while cleaning, which is not only fast but also allows the livestock to live longer."
As he spoke, the cleaning was completed, and the straps securing the girls automatically loosened. The still intense pain forced them to continue lying there, panting.
The shower in the cleaning room sprayed scalding hot water, making the girls' skin red.
"Ouch, that hurts! If you had told us beforehand, we wouldn't have lost our composure like this,"
Menas complained, rubbing her hair. Ellie gently rubbed her slightly sunken belly: "It feels so strange to have an empty stomach."
Aldora examined the gold necklace around her neck in the mirror. The forty-millimeter-wide ring was covered with intricate openwork patterns, and seven gemstones were evenly set on it, with a particularly eye-catching ruby the size of a pigeon's egg at the front.
As explained by Ainbelun, this collar can numb the pain nerves of livestock, and when combined with the matching piercing rod, it can supply oxygen to the brain after bleeding. It can also control the temperature of the head during cooking, allowing the livestock to survive longer.
"Girls, are you ready? The ritual will begin in 30 minutes. Please hurry and put on your makeup; none of you want to look like merchandise in a shop window, do you?" Hearing the notification from the wall, the girls smiled at each other. The final moment was approaching; they wanted to greet it with their most beautiful appearance.
Menas, Annie, Ellie, and Alina stood before their respective barbecue pits, each holding a piercing rod.
A furnace surrounded the pit, its finest smokeless charcoal glowing a bright red. The supports at either end weren't the usual Y-shape, but rather a single silver metal plate.
Behind Aldora was a transparent oven, its open door displaying a silver platter with a piercing rod.
Shizuka and Tomoe knelt side-by-side on a pristine white silk carpet, each with a wakizashi (Japanese scabbard) placed on a silver platter in front of them.
As the first rays of sunlight touched the altar, High Priestess Melfa rose and proclaimed, "Great God of War, your devout followers yearn for your arrival! Enjoy the gifts we have prepared for you, and inspect the warriors whose victories have been glorious under your light."
Then she walked to the top of the steps and announced, "The God of War Festival begins. Cook all the animals, and let their aroma tell the God of War's messengers that we long for their arrival."
Ellie placed the end of the piercing rod against the stone, and as she slowly retreated, the gleaming tip quickly entered her wet vagina. Her intense curiosity, coupled with a slight sense of fear, made her body extremely sensitive to any stimulation.
The advancing metal rod relentlessly stimulated her clitoris, the continuous, intoxicating pleasure in her lower body causing her to naturally emit incredibly lewd yet melodious moans, and the lustful fluids from her honey hole flowed continuously along the piercing rod.
After piercing her uterus, there was no longer any obstruction in her cleaned abdomen, and soon the pointed tip emerged from her small mouth.
"A perfect piercing," Ellie said, very satisfied with her actions.
The chefs quickly tied Ellie's legs to the piercing rod, and then the short fixing rod was slowly inserted into Ellie's anus.
Then, with thin barbecue rope, Ellie's arms were carefully tied to her body.
Every girl knows that the longer a girl like her, roasted alive, stays on the fire, the better her flesh becomes.
She desperately wanted to know how long she could last, hoping it would be as long as possible.
Arudela climbed onto the tray, knelt on it, and inserted the metal rod into her vagina. Then she slowly lowered herself, moaning as she sat down completely—by this time, the tip of the piercing rod should have been deeply embedded in her abdomen.
Her large breasts trembled slightly, and tears welled up in her eyes.
After the two chefs placed her in the oven, Arudela was surprised to find that the hole in the oven was right in the middle of her neck, perfectly securing the gold collar so that she could breathe freely without worrying about burning her head.
"Perfect, isn't it? This oven was custom-made for you." The chef on the left smiled as he pressed the switch.
Aldora immediately felt waves of heat enveloping her, followed by a cool liquid slowly trickling down her neck.
"Ah, since you went into the oven as a whole, we can't apply the baking sauce, so you'll have to do it yourself." The chef on the right winked at Aldora mischievously and subtly gestured towards the warriors in the arena.
This was also part of the service, and Aldora understood the chef's meaning.
She slowly arched her slender waist back and forth, her plump pubic area constantly pulsating with the piercing rods, performing her final masturbation show for the warriors.
Two full, large breasts swayed violently against her chest as she twisted her body in excitement, panting and moaning. Her enormous breasts bounced up and down, displaying their impressive elasticity and heavy weight. As her hands moved and kneaded them, barbecue sauce mixed with the seeping juices coated her entire body, making her glistening, oily flesh incredibly alluring.
Ellie was placed on the barbecue grill.
Seasoning continuously flowed into her empty stomach through the piercing rod, and soon her belly swelled up like a small hill.
Only, instead of fat, it was filled with delicious stuffing.
And she knew that soon this little mountain would shrink, and under the blazing embers, her belly would return to its original size.
Her skin would turn golden, and melted fat would flow from her body.
The heat emanating from the grilling pit enveloped her, the steam licking at every crevice of her body; the heat was so powerful it almost overwhelmed her.
She felt an intense desire surging within her, constantly accumulating and swelling with the heat of the embers beneath her.
The scorching embers were not only searing her flesh but also her soul.
She felt that she was no longer even livestock, but merely a piece of meat.
Finally, her body erupted in the charcoal fire, wave after wave of orgasms bringing her endless pleasure.
She had finally reached her climax on the grill.
Ba smiled and said to Shizuka, "We'll be best friends over there too!"
Shizuka nodded vigorously. The two of them picked up the wakizashi with their left hands and slowly caressed the blade with their right.
Then they gently placed their hands on their flat stomachs.
Next, they pressed the tip of the blade against their skin, slowly pushing the blade into their fair skin until it was deeply indented.
They continued to thrust downwards with unbearable tension, a look of joy spreading across their faces. The pleasure mixed with pain caused their beautiful brows to furrow, and soft sighs escaped from their slightly parted, vibrant lips.
Watching the blade slowly pierce their skin, their rapid breathing made their chests heave violently…
“Thud!” A low, muffled sound.
“Crack!” The faint sound of skin being torn rang out.
“Ah, uh!” At the same time as the soft cries, two wakizashi blades sliced into their upper abdomens.
Blood began to slowly trickle down their pale bellies.
The blades had cut a wound more than an inch long in their skin.
Both women stopped cutting, catching their breath, and then continued slicing down towards their lower abdomens.
Their breathing quickened unconsciously; they bit their lips tightly as they pulled the blade back and forth with increasing force.
Their full breasts heaved as the blade cut down to below their navels, leaving a two-inch-long, straight gash. Yellow fat mingled with bright red blood, creating a cruelly vivid gruesome sight.
The intense pain caused their hands to tremble slightly. The chef, noticing this, took a few steps forward and pressed the rubies on their collars.
To his surprise, Bartholomew felt no pain at all, and waves of intense pleasure surged through his body, just like when the warriors had enjoyed him to his heart's content the night before.
"Feels good, doesn't it? This collar is the latest product; it completely transforms the feeling of being a beast into sexual pleasure. Now even non-SSS-grade beasts can self-slaughter. Everyone working in the kitchen wants to try it," the chef whispered as he placed the silver platter in front of Tomoe and Shizuka.
Tomoe smiled and nodded, pale blue intestines bulging from her lower abdomen and slowly wriggling between her thighs. Then, Tomoe reached into her abdomen and, with a series of plucks and pulls, hauled out a large pile of colorful, sticky internal organs.
Then, she used a knife to sever the connection between these internal organs and her body.
Shizuka's movements were much more dramatic. She first made a sharp cut under her ribs, then another on her pelvis, panting as she carried the contents of her lower abdomen out completely.
Their internal organs, piled in their respective silver platters, were still steaming.
A distinctive, pungent smell of entrails filled the air.
After wiping away the blood splattered on her body, two chefs helped Ba into the steamer.
They carefully positioned her, her left hand gently supporting the bottom, her plump legs crossed, striking a pose reminiscent of a young girl just waking from a spring nap.
Shizuka lay in the soup pot, tilting her head back playfully and winking at Ba. The chefs busily added carved vegetables and various spices to the pot, making it look like a petal bath commonly seen in aristocratic homes. However, everyone knew that the beauty emerging from this bath was truly "a feast for the eyes."
The aroma of succulent flesh gradually filled the air, and the priests and Lena grew increasingly anxious.
The sun had fully risen, and the Imperial army always considered the light of the rising sun a blessing of victory; the absence of the God of War's messenger was considered very unlucky.
Lena couldn't help but stand up, raising her arms high and crying out, "Great God of War, why haven't you sent a messenger? Am I not devout enough? Am I unworthy to serve you? Please answer me! I am willing to accept any of your tests!"
In the distance, a cloud edged with gold gradually rolled in, followed by a stirring cry—the emblem on the Imperial banner, the God of War's messenger: the golden eagle.
The flock of eagles circled above the altar several times before landing, surrounding the golden-domed Eagle King who stood proudly before it.
Rena suppressed her excitement, removing the thin veil covering her body so the messenger of the God of War could see her flesh.
Her devilish figure (b:93w:60h:87) combined with her snow-white, translucent skin and her beautiful yet slightly resolute face was enough to ignite a man's desire to conquer.
For hundreds of years, the women who left their genes in the empire were all of the highest caliber in terms of both physique and appearance; you couldn't find anyone of average looks on any street.
Therefore, the cultivation of temperament and etiquette in noble families begins from childhood. They are required to exude the charm of a noble lady in their daily actions, rituals, social interactions, and even when placed on the table. Many commoner girls feel ashamed after witnessing their performance.
It can be said that every girl dedicated to the God of War is the most outstanding and perfect in the empire, and this altar is her crowning chapel.
Lying quietly on the altar, Lena no longer needs to do anything.
The presiding priest, Melfa, walked to the front of the altar, bowed respectfully to the messenger of the God of War, and then picked up the silver sacrificial knife from the altar.
She smiled and nodded to Lena.
The sharp blade sliced between her breasts, then cut downwards along the midline of her body.
The young girl's skin was easily sliced open by the sharp blade, which quickly flipped open along the incision to reveal pale yellow fat and bright red muscle.
When the incision reached her abdomen, the girl's breasts, which had stood erect in front of her chest, lost their support and began to roll towards her armpits.
The blade continued downward, around the navel, and all the way down to the bulging testicles.
Lena's front was completely open, and those beautiful organs were presented to the messenger; the slippery intestines even overflowed from the abdominal wall and were still wriggling.
Then, Melfa reached into the opened abdominal cavity and quickly sliced the organs into even pieces.
Lena felt no pain, only a little difficulty breathing, but it was nothing, and soon she didn't need to breathe anymore.
After Melfa withdrew from the altar, the Eagle King strolled arrogantly to the offerings, tilting its head to observe the delicious meal before it.
The still-steaming offal was a delicacy for an eagle. After swallowing the tenderest part of Lena's liver whole, the Eagle King cried out three times, and the eagles, who had been drooling, immediately swarmed forward, vying for the feast.
Menas felt the fat and muscle within her body begin to melt, and her skin began to ooze melted oil.
She felt the pain and euphoria gradually leaving her, only her soul lingering within her body.
She felt her body shrouded in a bluish-purple mist, and strangely, she now only felt chills.
In the distance, she could faintly hear the sizzling of the piercing rods and the crackling of grease dripping onto the flames, along with a few people making comments.
She imagined herself bathing in a tub, warm water droplets constantly soothing her body from head to toe—how comfortable! How pleasant! She felt her entire body relax; she had never felt so comfortable before.
Suddenly, Menas's body began to rise.
She felt herself floating in mid-air, and opened her eyes in surprise to find four delicate bodies being pierced and roasted on the piercing rods, their bodies seemingly twitching instinctively—her own being one of them.
However, it no longer seemed to be her own body. She floated in the air, calmly and carefully observing the flesh that had once belonged to her.
Her eyes were half-open, listlessly, and her azure pupils had lost their luster.
The animal's entire body was roasted to a deep reddish-brown, and she felt that her body, in this color, appeared even more sexy, even more sensual.
At this moment, the chef flipped her body over again. She saw that her breasts were still erect, and her nipples were still prominently displayed in the center of her firm and sexy breasts.
Her genitals had also turned a deep reddish-brown, and the barbecue sauce on her smooth labia was bubbling from the heat.
Inside the transparent oven on the right, Arudela, her entire body smeared with barbecue sauce, looked as if she were wearing a brown bodysuit. Her breasts were even larger than she remembered. Kneeling with her legs wide open, she pressed her hands against her large breasts and mons pubis, her fingers twitching occasionally, clearly unconscious.
Two chefs watched the changes inside the oven, occasionally spraying barbecue sauce onto her brown flesh with the nozzle.
Outside the oven, Arudela's pretty face wore an expression of ecstasy, showing how intense the pleasure she was experiencing. Now, her slightly parted cherry lips could no longer utter any lewd words, only wisps of steam rising from them.
Beside her, Alina, Annie, and Ellie were also restrained with their legs spread apart, their full buttocks still high, their breasts glistening with oil from the grilling, trembling and dripping with grease. Their
slightly open eyes stared blankly ahead.
Perhaps she should call herself "meat livestock," Menas thought, watching the chefs skillfully brush meat sauce onto them, involuntarily recalling the chunks of meat displayed in the shop window.
The supervisor, Einberon, pressed Alina's vulva with a grill fork, nodded in satisfaction at the seeping juices, and seemed to say something to the chef, but Menas didn't hear a word.
She gradually felt her consciousness fading. She regretted that no one would ever know her experiences and feelings again; the sensations were so strange and exciting.
Soon they would begin to savor the taste of her flesh, a taste that had already appeared in her own mouth, and it was indeed delicious.
As the sun set, the venue became lively again, and the final performance of the ritual began.
Four chefs wearing oven mitts worked together to lift Aludela from the oven to the round table in the center. She was roasted until glistening with oil, and remained kneeling with her legs wide open, one hand supporting her large breasts and the other reaching down to her crotch.
There was a lot of white, paste-like substance splattered on her buttocks, thighs, and back. The white paste was flowing like liquid between her vagina and legs, though it seemed quite viscous and just clung to the surface without dripping.
Her face still held the same lewd expression she had before death, her cherry lips slightly parted. The only difference was that steam was emanating from her mouth, and her hair was loosely draped behind her. This thirsty appearance reignited the lust of the man who had vented his desire on her the night before.
At the long table in front, Nikus, Alina, Annie, Ellie, and Menas were all kneeling on the plates, their buttocks sticking out in a quadruped position. A waiter had cleverly stuffed an apple into their mouths, which were pried open by piercing rods. Their buttocks were raised high, their legs spread wide, exposing their anuses and labia as much as possible. Their labia were slightly turned outwards, and they lowered their waists, raising their heads, their bodies forming a crescent shape with their mouths facing upwards.
Their bodies were glistening with oil from the roasting, their full breasts hanging below, and it seemed as if oil was still dripping from their pointed nipples, their entire bodies exuding a fragrant aroma that whetted the appetite.
Their mons pubis appeared even more fleshy, their two smooth labia majora having been thoroughly violated by the warriors the previous night.
The plump vulva glistened with oil, and the crevices overflowed with succulent broth and fat, the full body exuding an enticing aroma.
As soon as the chef on the left opened the steamer, a steaming aroma of meat wafted out. The steamed Wu Tengba lay elegantly reclining in a transparent glass dish, adorned with fresh flowers and fruits, looking exceptionally beautiful.
Her beautiful, waist-length hair cascaded smoothly down her back. Her eyes were slightly closed, and an elegant smile remained on her face. Her full breasts had nipples as luscious as cherries. Her long, plump legs were crossed, and her round, white, and tender buttocks were slightly raised. Her ripe skin was even more translucent, and her full body radiated heat and a carnal aroma...
Although Wu Tengba had long since become a delicacy, her rosy and delicate face still radiated a charming and alluring light. Cai, with her large eyes shimmering with clear light, her bright red lips occasionally revealing
sparkling white teeth, and the steam rising from her mouth carrying a sweet fragrance, her prominent buttocks clearly defined and undeniably sexy, her plump and juicy labia exuding a rich, sweet nectar…
The moment the lid of the soup pot on the right was lifted, the sweet aroma immediately attracted everyone, and the chefs scooped Jing out, using a stand to keep her in the cooking position on the plate.
Even now, some milky white liquid still lingered on Jingxiang's tender, fair skin. Her translucent body radiated steam, and her beautiful legs, contrasting against her pristine white skin, appeared delicate and alluring. Her soles were as white as jade, her ankles slender yet full, her feet long and shapely with slightly high arches, graceful curves, and a boneless suppleness. Her toes were even and neat, like ten slender white scallions, and her glistening toenails resembled pearls embedded in her fair toes. Through
the delicate, translucent skin on the back of her feet, the tiny blood vessels deep beneath the skin were faintly visible.
The white toenails were painted a lovely red, making them look very sexy, and one couldn't help but want to rush forward and bite into those beautiful and delicious hooves... Between the slightly parted thighs, the plump and elastic labia were faintly visible.
The whole pot of soup was rich and fragrant, white like milk, with water and fat blended together, fresh and refreshing, not greasy when eaten, a pot of soup fragrant and rich, yet without a drop of oil.
The banquet began, watching the waitresses turn the beautiful bodies on the table into plates of meat slices and bring them to each table, the whole arena was filled with the smell of meat...
On the plate, the vulva was already soaked with overflowing meat juice, the reddish-brown flesh vulva, when gently pressed, flowed with tender meat juice.
The lieutenant popped a piece into his mouth and chewed, wondering which animal's delicious meat it was. On the table beside him, the seven animals that served as the main course had already been completely butchered; their beautiful heads sat on tall silver platters, smiling as they watched the warriors savor their delicacy.
The lieutenant shrugged helplessly and headed towards the hall, where a riot had already begun. The noble maidens who had brought them pleasure the previous night had all become delicacies, their beautiful heads placed behind their own flesh, allowing them to watch him complete his most important task as a woman.

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