Monsters and Adventurers (Original + Revised) [Episodes 1-25 Complete]

(VII) Weak Electricity

"Hmph, you filthy lower-level demons, how dare you be so insolent before me, Merufa… Since that's the case, then use your bodies to feel this divine punishment!"
Accompanied by the priestess's angry roar, a huge shockwave spread outwards from the caster, shaking this ancient forest. After the holy light passed, the surroundings were a scene of devastation, with broken trees and exposed rocks everywhere due to the immense magical power. A large number of goblin and orc corpses remained on the spot. These demi-humans died in extremely gruesome ways, with burns that penetrated deep into their flesh covering their entire bodies. They seemed to die without understanding what kind of power had defeated them.
"Truly, weak demons." The priestess lowered her hand after casting the spell and glanced contemptuously at the corpses scattered on the ground.
"Hey, Merufa?" Beside her, a barbarian female warrior leaning against a tree trunk crossed her arms and looked at the priestess with a half-smile.
"What is it?" Merufa stopped.
"You...you really are a follower of God?" The female warrior Kara glanced around. "You're completely different from the priestesses I've seen in your country. You're practically..."
"Practically like what?"
"Practically like the goddess of slaughter from hell seen in murals." Kara smiled, her seemingly casual gesture concealing a tense nerve. She could suppress the priestess at the slightest move.
"A goddess of slaughter?" Melfa scoffed. "You're wrong, Kara...I'm not some goddess of slaughter, but an angel of death sent by the gods to sweep away all evil in the world." "
Goddess of slaughter or angel of death, it's all the same to me." Kara said, enunciating each word clearly. "I just want to know, are we still allies?"
"I stand right between you." The priestess smiled coldly, closed her eyes, turned her back on the female warrior, and walked away.
“Every one of us firmly believes that Miss Mysera is innocent.” Kara lowered her head. “And what about you?”
“The ruby born of fire?” Upon hearing this name, Melfa raised her head. “I came here to confirm this. If Mysera is truly as you say, I will naturally assist you in eradicating corruption within the Empire. But if the truth is the opposite… I will also use holy flames to deliver divine judgment upon your tainted ruby. Do you understand?”
“You woman are truly unpleasant to look at.” Kara drew her heavy hammer and walked step by step toward the priestess. “Every moment, you have this arrogant and contemptuous face. And what’s with this wide-range attack magic?”
“Of course, it’s to clear away the monsters.”
"Hmph, we all gave it our all to protect you while you cast your spell, and some of us even got injured. And what was the result? How many times have I told you, this is a forest teeming with monsters, not your personal place of divine punishment! Using such conspicuous magic without warning, we're all doomed to become monster food. And look around, how many of us have been injured by your sudden appearance of monsters?"
"It's alright, the weak should just retreat obediently. I can handle monsters of this level by myself." Melfa sneered. "Or, Kara, would you like to try?"
"Oh, interesting!" The female priest assumed an attack stance. "Don't lump me in with the others. Let me teach you a lesson, you annoying priestess."
"Can you do it?" The priestess gently raised her head, chanting a spell, and a yellow orb of magic appeared in her hand.
The battle was about to begin.
"Stop it, you two!" A sharp, goddess-like voice suddenly came from the nearby forest. The female swordswoman, Cecilia, quietly walked between the two, calmly separating them.
"Vice-Captain Cecilia." Kara lowered her weapon and took a step back.
"Put this useless argument aside for now, Kara, Melfa, and Xue Lian." The female swordswoman turned to the female 　　Taoist priest following behind, who smiled faintly. 　　"You three come with me. The others who are injured, rest where you are ."
********** 　　... 　　"I want...I want..." Emily's voice trailed off, and she nervously glanced back at the poet behind her. "I want to ask you to help Katina!" 　　"You're only saying this now? I've warned you many times before." The red mercenary shook his head. "Chris, you're the captain, you make the decision." 　　"In truth, I shouldn't help you at all." Chris sighed. "But rescuing the distressed is a knight's code, and I won't stand idly by." 　　"That's how it is in your knightly code, but not in the adventurer's code." Will whistled with a wry smile. "So, where?" 　　"The lakeside where we camped a few days ago." The bard Finn said softly. 　　"That lakeside?" Will was surprised. He glanced unconsciously at the female knight beside him. Chris blushed and quickly turned her head away, so the mercenary coughed a few times. "But I should have investigated; there shouldn't be any special monsters there." 　　"There are. It's a monster called the Water-Touched Fish." The poet added. 　　"Hmph, just as I thought." Shizuru, who had remained silent until now, suddenly snorted coldly. 　　"What do you mean, Shizuru?" Chris turned around. 　　"We can't go to that place." The priestess stepped forward as if she understood, coldly facing the poet. "You seem to have overlooked something. Are there really only water-touch fish there?" 　　"What do you mean, Miss Shizuru?" The poet still smiled, but was clearly embarrassed. 　　"It's just what it sounds like. Why are you so nervous, Mr. Poet?" Shizuru turned around with a smile. "Will, do you remember the scream that night?" 　　"Shizuru, why are you suddenly bringing this up?" Chris's face turned even redder. 　　"I see, I understand." The mercenary seemed to have an epiphany after being reminded by Shizuru. "I'm sorry, Emily... although I have a past relationship with you, I can't help you with this." 　　"How could this be? What about Katina?" Emily cried out anxiously, but her voice was also filled with fear. 　　"Katina only has herself to blame... Emily, you should understand why." Will sighed. "Emily, for the sake of our past friendship, I'll remind you one more time: see the reality before you. If you're willing to give up going back, it's not too late." 　　"But, but..." Emily became more and more anxious, glancing furtively at the poet behind her once more. 　　Just as the atmosphere began to freeze, a figure appeared in the bushes not far away. 　　"Oh, I didn't expect to meet you here again, Countess of the Allied Nations." 　　"Cecilia?" Chris instinctively drew her Blazing Demon Sword; she wouldn't forget that voice she'd only heard once.

Soon, four figures appeared on the other side of the woods. They were a lightly dressed female swordsman with black hair, a barbarian female warrior named Kara wearing a leather vest that revealed her steel-like muscles, a sexy priestess named Melufa wearing a priestess's robe but with her thighs exposed, and finally, a foreign female Taoist priestess in a different colored long-sleeved cloth robe whom they hadn't seen before.
"Xue Lian?" Jing Liu was surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"Surprised? Didn't expect to meet me here, did you, you big-breasted priestess!" Xue Lian charged straight at Jing Liu as soon as they met.
"I didn't expect you to chase me all the way here." Jing Liu took out a talisman and assumed a fighting stance.
"Wait a moment, Xue Lian. I have something to ask this countess." Cecilia held out her hand to block the female Taoist priestess.
"Miss Cecilia, it seems I don't need to take orders from you?" Xue Lian showed displeasure.
"That's right." The female swordsman remained calm. "I just hope you won't make a move for now. After I finish questioning you, it's up to you whether you make a move or not. I won't interfere."
"Alright, ask away." Xue Lian took a step back.
"Empty swordswoman, what do you want to say?" Chris stepped forward.
"Well, Miss Knight, there's no need to be so agitated. I'm here to negotiate with you."
"Negotiate? I have nothing to say to the people of your Empire." Chris gently stroked the blade, the magic sword emitting a faint red light.
"Ah, what a straightforward countess." The female swordsman continued forward with astonishing calmness and confidence, without even drawing her sword. "I've come to you this time to propose a ceasefire." "
A ceasefire?" Chris was taken aback. She lowered her hand, and the light of the magic sword gradually faded.
“Yes, a ceasefire.”
Cecilia nodded. “There’s an unknown threat in this forest, a threat far beyond our capabilities. So I don’t think fighting here is an ideal choice.”
“Then what do you want to do?”
“A ceasefire, or even mutual assistance. We’ve already suffered casualties, but I imagine your losses are even greater.” Cecilia stared at the female knight with cat-like eyes.
“How do you know?”
“A lovely girl named Sarah told me.”
“Sarah? She’s still alive?” Chris asked in surprise.
“Yes, she’s under our protection now, at least until a few days ago.” The female swordsman paused. “Back to the point, Countess, I want you to state your purpose for this trip. Based on your purpose, I will decide whether we are friends or enemies.”
“Why should I tell you this?” Chris bit her lip.
"Yes, that's right. You have no obligation to tell your enemies this," the female swordsman smiled knowingly. "Then let's start from our side. Our goal is simple—to search this forest until we find the Witch of the Eye of Truth and bring her back to the Empire."
"The Witch of the Eye of Truth? You're looking for her too?" The female knight blurted out upon hearing the name. "
Is that so?" The female swordsman closed her eyes helplessly, sighed, and slowly drew her sword from her waist. "It seems we can only be enemies. What a pity, Countess."
The two groups behind her each drew their weapons.
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... The once spirited young knight had been stripped naked by the goblins in the previous battle. Now, unarmed, she could only desperately cover her chest with her hands, retreating inch by inch.
"Royona..." Sarah glanced helplessly back. In the nearby forest, Royona had been completely swallowed by the enormous sac-like flower. From the outside, one could clearly see a beautiful figure encased within the massive pouch. The external outline clearly showed Royona's breasts, distorted by compression, her legs closed and raised, and tentacles entering her mouth, vagina, and anus from all directions. They writh and twist, thrusting wildly, and the girl's moans could be heard from time to time.
Several goblins stood around the sac-like flower, drooling. Although they had been aroused by the scene before them, these weak creatures knew they were no match for an enemy like the sac-like flower. After a few squeals and arguments, they turned their heads to the beleaguered Sarah.
"No, don't come any closer!" Sarah had already been tackled to the ground in the mud. The young knight, pale-faced, covered her snow-white breasts with her hands and slowly moved backward.
"Hehe." Several goblins looked at the girl's helpless appearance and laughed at each other. The larger ones suddenly pounced, grabbing Sarah's hands that were covering her chest, then spreading them wide apart and pressing her to the ground.
"No!" In a panic, the female knight kicked one of the goblins that pounced on her, but was immediately pinned down by the next goblin that rushed over. Then, the goblin yelled and roughly spread the girl's legs apart, then stuck out his tongue and licked them.
"No, don't touch there!" The young knight's cheeks were flushed, and she twisted her body helplessly, but immediately two more goblins pounced from the side. One was desperately ravaging the girl's breasts, while the other opened his sharp teeth and bit down on Sarah's sensitive nipples.
"Ah!" Sarah trembled all over, stimulated in all three places, but helplessly, she was pinned down and couldn't move at all. Just as the young knight closed her eyes in despair, the goblin's assault suddenly stopped.
Sarah opened her eyes in surprise and saw the goblins suddenly panicking and talking to each other, then starting to retreat, finally letting out a strange cry and shoving each other as they fled into the distance.
"Who saved me?" Sarah struggled to sit up and looked around, but there was no one there. The sacflower in the distance was still relentlessly assaulting Royona in the pouch, seemingly indifferent to everything around them.
"Who was it?" Sarah called softly, but there was still no response. Just as the young knight was about to stand up, she suddenly noticed a blue water snake beside her, its rough, uneven skin staring at her with terrifying eyes.
"What...what kind of creature is this?" Sarah had never seen such a strange snake before. When she looked into its eyes, the girl found her legs trembling uncontrollably, as if stared at by a cobra. The immense fear paralyzed her.
The water snake continued to approach the girl. When it opened its mouth, Sarah noticed its tongue was very long, like other snakes, but much thicker and conical in shape, tapering to a thin, forked tip, just like ordinary snakes. The water snake slowly moved its red tongue towards the girl's open legs.
"No, don't come any closer!" Sarah trembled all over, but couldn't move an inch. The immense fear gripped the girl like a demonic hand. When the water snake reached her open, unprotected vulva and slowly extended its menacing red tongue, urine involuntarily flowed from between Sarah's legs; she had lost control of her bladder.
The urine spread slowly along the muddy ground. The water snake swam into the yellowish puddle and licked it with its red tongue. Seemingly pleased with the fluids released from the girl's incontinence, the water snake licked them several times before tilting its head back and continuing forward until it touched Sarah's vulva with the tip of its tongue.
The touch of a foreign object on her sensitive area sent a jolt of electric pleasure through Sarah's body, causing her to reflexively recoil. Sensing its prey's movement, the water snake sprang into action, its hard, resilient body coiling around Sarah's naked form and tightening its grip.
"No, it hurts so much," Sarah whimpered, her cold body pressed against the young knight's snow-white skin, creating a strange sensation. The snake's body passed between Sarah's legs, over her soft belly, coiled around her waist, and then returned, passing between her breasts. As it wrapped around the girl's body, the snake secreted a strange, sticky fluid, resembling semen
, smearing the knight's entire body, making her look utterly miserable. Finally, it circled around her neck, facing her directly. "No, no," Sarah cried, completely powerless to resist, her body twisting helplessly as she repeated meaningless phrases.
The water snake, of course, paid no heed to any of this. It stared intently at its beautiful prey, then swallowed its red tongue and slowly brought it to the young knight's mouth, licking it incessantly until its saliva covered her completely.
Next, it shifted its target back to the girl's mouth, using its powerful tongue to forcefully pry open Sarah's tightly closed lips, then thrusting it inside, churning it continuously.
What a bizarre scene it was: a naked young knight tightly coiled by a strong, blue water snake, human and snake facing each other, the snake's thick red tongue probing into the knight's mouth, the girl's eyes tightly closed, her face flushed with embarrassment—it was as if they were being kissed!
"Ugh!" Sarah writhed helplessly, the long, thin, and soft foreign object churning, turning, and throbbing in her mouth, showing no sign of stopping. Just when Sarah thought she was about to suffocate, the water snake finally withdrew its red tongue. The knight immediately began to cough incessantly.
However, the water snake clearly wouldn't let its prey go so easily. It gently unwound the part of its body wrapped around the girl's neck, then circled behind Sarah, wrapping its arms around her once before moving to the front of the female knight's pert breasts. At this moment, the mucus previously applied to her body took effect; Sarah gradually felt her whole body heating up. Every wriggling movement of the water snake, its uneven surface touching any part of her body, sent intense stimuli through her.
"No, please don't move, it's so itchy," Sarah groaned weakly.
The water snake extended its red tongue again, first slowly teasing Sarah's nipples with its long, thin tip. With the help of the secretions, that long, forked tongue was practically demonic, offering a large contact area. The young knight's nipples immediately reacted, becoming erect.
"Ah, ah..." The relentless waves of pleasure gradually overwhelmed the young knight. Just as her consciousness began to blur, a weak electric current suddenly flowed through her nipples throughout her body. This time, it wasn't a hallucination of pleasure, but a real electric shock.
"Ah!" Sarah convulsed, screaming and writhing. This weak electric current was far less powerful than that of an electric eel in the water. An electric eel's current could stun large animals, but this weak electric snake's current couldn't reach that intensity. However, if it were directly applied to a woman's sensitive and vulnerable area, it could still instantly bring the poor prey to a physiological climax.
Sure enough, accompanied by convulsions and screams, a large amount of golden fluid gushed out from the girl's lower body like a flood, splashing onto the ground. Sarah had lost control of her bladder again. After a while, the weak electric snake stopped shocking her. It retracted its tongue and began to swim again.
"No, no," Sarah seemed to only be able to say these few words. She weakly groaned, watching helplessly as the weak electric snake slithered across her body. With unbearable stimulation, this lewd serpent slowly moved down towards her lower body.
Sarah's female intuition told her that the weak electric snake was about to attack. She wanted to scream, but could only make choking sounds, her teeth chattering uncontrollably.
This time, the weak electric snake stopped between the girl knight's legs. The red tongue that made Sarah feel like she was dying and being reborn once again stretched out and gently touched her sensitive clitoris. Just a lick was enough to make the girl knight feel an overwhelming shock. Her body was so weak, but she was still out of control.
The tip of her tongue started to move again, and another wave of pleasure surged through her nerves like an electric current. Sarah was already tormented and could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion. Just as she was about to immerse herself in it again, the real electric current suddenly struck again, and this time it was stronger and more ferocious...
She lost control of her bladder and climaxed again.

(VIII) Demon Tree

The demonic forest, in this vast and dense primeval forest, countless demons and lewd beasts dwell. From ancient times to the present, the unknown buried deep within this forest has attracted countless adventurers, but of those who attempt to approach its depths, none return. These ferocious monsters possess strange and unheard-of powers, and now they bar their fangs and claws, awaiting their impending victims.
This is a group of beautiful prey—noble, sexy, strong, and confident—each carrying different beliefs as they roam this dangerous territory. With every step they take, their companions are lost, one after another, as if only one end awaits them…
By a lake in the forest, a giant, weakly electric snake is tightly coiled around a beautiful girl with short, light blue hair. Its resilient body constricts the girl's naked form, and a faint electric current strikes her helpless body, accompanied by the girl's slight twitching and soft sounds, as if toying with its unfortunate prey.
The vulva, clitoris, and breasts—the weak electric snake, like an eager hunter, relentlessly toyed with its innate electric shocks, moving from the vagina to the anus, then back to the breasts. As it moved, the weak electric shocks continuously stimulated the girl's sensitive areas. A special fluid seeping from its body, applied to the naked woman's body, acted like an aphrodisiac, gradually making the girl's body uncontrollable. Each movement of its body, the uneven skin, brought intense stimulation, driving her to the brink of ecstasy.
The weak electric snake also possessed a unique function: its saliva, if entering the woman's genitals, would produce a strong diuretic effect. This urine, mixed with special components, was the snake's most nutritious supplement. Thus, the poor prey, under the snake's tight grip, endured electric torture, repeatedly reaching the point of incontinence. The nectar constantly spraying between its legs onto the snake became its most nourishing drink.
"Honestly, that damn magician really knows how to boss people around." Sometime later, a group of thieves lurking in the forest, led by a tall, handsome man named Rand, appeared behind the weak electric snake that was feasting. Sensing danger, the weak electric snake loosened its coils around the girl, tilting its head back and staring intently at its enemies with its bronze-like eyes. The intruders outnumbered the snake, but the weak electric snake was unwilling to give up its prey. It coiled itself up, its body radiating a weak current, ready to fight.
"Well, what a persistent snake." Rand shrugged, took out a small bottle from beside him, and opened the cap. Suddenly, a strange stench emanated from the bottle. The weak electric snake, which had been in a fighting stance, obediently curled up upon contact with the odor and retreated helplessly. "
This thing is really useful, boss," a subordinate praised from the side.
"You're right. Without this, we couldn't be so carefree roaming this forest." Rand chuckled, then grabbed the blue-haired girl sprawled on the ground, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and said, "She's a pretty good girl. Looks like we'll have some good fun when we get back." As he spoke, the mercenary captain lewdly touched the girl's smooth buttocks, and casually dug his fingers into her unprotected vulva.
"Damn, she's really wet." Rand laughed as he pulled his hand out, his fingers still glistening with a trace of precum.
"Hehe, we're really looking forward to what happens when we get back." The subordinate beside him chuckled lewdly.
"What's the rush? There's still one to retrieve." The mercenary captain continued walking forward, until he reached a giant salivary flower not far away. This giant salivary flower concealed itself among the bushes; unless one knew it beforehand, it would be difficult for an ordinary person to spot it.
At this moment, like the previous weak electric snake, the salivary flower's stomach was swollen full. Even from the outside, one could clearly see a beautiful, curvaceous figure coiled inside the stomach. Many tentacle-like things entered the girl's mouth and genitals from within. With intense thrusting and the salivary flower's instinctive writhing, the poor victim suffered greatly within.
Unfortunately, the saccharitoide wasn't as lucky as the electric snake. Before it could even raise its powerful vine whip when the enemy appeared, Rand's greatsword sliced a fatal wound into its massive pouch from below. With a violent commotion, the saccharitoide slumped limply, its stomach ripped open, and a weak, brown-haired ponytail-wearing girl fell out. She was covered in nectar, slime, and other green liquids, looking utterly pathetic.
"Heh heh, this beauty is even better. So young, yet so sexy. Look at those thighs, so long!" Rand seemed very satisfied with the girl's long, beautiful legs, which the saccharitoide had devoured. He reached out and grabbed the weak girl's ankles, then lifted her upside down, lewdly caressing her legs covered in various liquids. After he was satisfied, he took out a cloth bag and put the girl inside.
"Let's go back, boys. Today… oh, tomorrow we'll have some fun!" The mercenary captain laughed heartily at his men.
"Brother, when we were scouting earlier, there seemed to be signs of a fight in that forest ahead. It must be those women you mentioned. Shouldn't we hide nearby and catch them when they're tired of fighting…?" The subordinate leered.
"Forget about it." But Rand shoved him away. "Those women aren't easy to deal with. I don't want to risk that."
"Just watch them leave? Didn't that magician promise us…?"
"Of course not! But the time isn't right yet. Those arrogant women will be brought down sooner or later, and every one of us brothers will be on top of them, from morning till night. I guarantee it." Rand smiled confidently.
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A fierce battle raged. Everywhere you looked, there were the sounds of metal clashing and shouts. Two groups of people from the Western Allied Nations and the Eastern Empire were engaged in a fierce battle in this bewitching forest. Female knights versus female swordsmen, mercenaries versus warriors, witches versus Taoists, mages versus priests—one after another, they clashed in pairs.
"Hah!" A massive hammer grazed past his ear as the red-clad mercenary Will barely dodged the attack from the barbarian warrior Kara. The hammer struck the rock with a deafening roar.
"What kind of monstrous strength is that?" The mercenary broke out in a cold sweat; if he had been hit, he would have been instantly pulverized.
"Good dodge, but how long can you keep this up?" Kara sneered, lifting her hammer without a trace of fatigue.
"This isn't good." The mercenary looked up at the distant forest; Cecilia's men would likely arrive soon, and they would inevitably be outnumbered.
"Busty Shrine Maiden, take this!" With the female Taoist's sharp shout, a piercing magical wave slashed towards the shrine maiden Shizuru. Wherever the wave passed, vegetation withered, like a sharp blade striking directly at her opponent.
However, this powerful attack was deflected by Shizuru's own magic. Even so, Shizuru was thrown back a step by the shockwave, nearly falling, her large breasts bouncing violently with the impact.
"Hmph, you're still the same as before. Truly powerful magic." Shizuru forced a smile; the usually calm and arrogant Shizuru was rarely pushed to such a state.
"Remember what I said? Everyone else fears your witchcraft, but I don't." Xue Lian sneered, continuing to twirl her wrists. "It's time to settle the score from five years ago."
"Our fates are intertwined. Do you really think defeating me will end things?"
"Perhaps not, but who knows? Right now, all I want is to defeat you!" Xue Lian roared, leaping into the air, ready to attack. Suddenly, tentacle-like things sprouted from the ground beneath her feet, rushing towards the female Taoist priest in the center from all directions.
"Altar spells? When did you start?" Xue Lian was startled. Her entire body was tightly gripped by these tentacle-like mud creatures, unable to move. This was a special spell used by the priestess Shizuru. Using a pre-prepared catalyst, she unleashed extraordinary power through incantation. These grotesque hands emerging from the earth, like demons from the underworld, viciously tore at the priestess's clothes, ripping open Yukuri's robes and revealing glimpses of her alluring, snow-white body.
"Let...let me go!" Yukuri struggled desperately. These grotesque hands from the ground continued to pull at her entire body, touching her from her thighs to her chest. The feeling of being violated by foreign objects made the girl blush.
This time, Shizuru sneered.
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On the other side of the battlefield, the female swordsman Cecilia was using her fluid swordsmanship to force the demon swordswoman Christi to retreat. The advantage of light armor and a light sword allowed the female swordsman to easily approach her opponent for close combat, without worrying about the powerful attack magic of the Blazing Flame Demon Sword.
"Your name is Chris, right?" The female swordsman leaned closer to the female knight. "You're a straightforward and upright girl with unwavering faith. Actually, I don't dislike you, Countess."
"How did you know…" Chris took a step back, trying to create distance between herself and the female swordsman.
"After our two exchanges, I understood. A hypocritical knight wouldn't possess such serious swordsmanship as you." Cecilia sighed, suddenly lowered her head, and darted in front of Chris, slashing horizontally at her chest.
"Unfortunately, we are destined to be enemies, because I will never allow anything to stop us from rescuing Miss Myrcella." Cecilia's sword was barely blocked by Chris.
"It's the same for me. Prince Leon trusts me so much that he entrusted me with the legendary Blazing Demon Sword." Chris flung the female swordsman aside, assuming a knightly salute. "I will never give up easily."
"Then, we must fight to the death today?" The female swordsman gave a confident smile, her figure beginning to dance, as light and graceful as if dancing on water. "But can you defeat me, Countess?"
Perhaps this time, Cecilia was unleashing her true power. Chris was horrified to discover that the female swordsman's movements were as agile as the wind and as supple as water. She could attack from any direction and evade attacks with unimaginable agility. Her swordsmanship flowed like clouds and water, without a single superfluous movement, fluid, refined, and swift.
Finally, Chris revealed an opening. As the female swordsman seized the opportunity to thrust her sword at Chris's vitals, a sharp dagger flew from nowhere, aimed directly at the female swordsman. Although Cecilia easily dodged the sudden attack, she missed her chance to strike Chris.
"Chris!" The voice of the red mercenary Will came from nearby. He was running towards Chris with his sword drawn, while the barbarian warrior Kara followed behind him, cursing angrily.
"If this continues, it will be very disadvantageous for us. Let's retreat."
"Retreat again? I didn't expect you to make me run away from the enemy again!" Chris stared at Will.
"Think about your mission? Which is more important?" Before she could answer, Will pushed the female knight aside and stood in front of Cecilia.
Chris hesitated. She knew Will was right, but her knightly pride wouldn't allow her to turn her back on the enemy again... The female knight looked around. The tall barbarian female warrior was hot on their heels. Shizuru was fighting fiercely with Yukuri. For the first time, she saw the confident priestess using all her strength, completely lacking her usual composure and calmness. As for the female mage and the poet, they had long since disappeared.
"I understand, retreat." Chris took a step back. "Shizuru!"
"You still want to run away, Shizuru?" Yukuri shouted, but she was immobilized by the altar spell on her.
"Let's leave the victory for next time." Shizuru sealed Yukuri's movements with a talisman and then leaped away. "This forest isn't the place for the two of us to fight our 　　way through 　　. 　　"
********** 　　... 　　"Once we cross the bridge, while I hold Cecilia back, you seize the opportunity to use the Blazing Demon Sword." The mercenary didn't finish his sentence, because he saw the female knight looking at him with sad eyes. 　　"Then what about you? Are you planning to go and die?" Shizuru asked. 　　"What are you talking about? As a mercenary, I often face these life-or-death challenges. If I die, I die." Will whistled. "But if I survive, would the countess mind giving me a passionate kiss?" He smiled at the female knight. 　　"Oh! What did you say?" Chris blushed and turned around, glancing cautiously behind her. "Will, please don't die." 　　"Yes, I believe you." Shizuru nodded and pulled the still hesitant female knight across the bridge. 　　On the other side, the female swordsman Cecilia ran at the forefront and soon met Will, who was standing in the middle of the suspension bridge. 　　"Pretty brave, for a mercenary, you did well." Cecilia drew her sword and slowly approached. 　　"Hey, I say, how about we stop here? There are still unknown enemies in this forest. Now is not the time to let others reap the benefits." Will raised his sword. 　　"If possible, I would like to do the same." The female swordsman sighed, "Unfortunately, Miss Mysera's life is at stake now, and I can't afford any mistakes... If I let you go now, who can guarantee what will happen next?" 　　"Honestly, you're just like her." The mercenary shrugged, "Equally stubborn." 　　"Who?" 　　"Chris." 　　The sound of metal clashing rang out, and the two began to fight in the middle of the suspension bridge. 　　"Chris, now's the time, quick!" Shizuru urged the female knight from the side. 　　"But, Will is still on the suspension bridge." Chris looked worriedly at the bridge. 　　"That man won't die so easily, you don't need to worry!" 　　"I, I..." 　　"If you're still a knight, our captain, then make up your mind quickly." Shizuru pulled her along, looking towards the drawbridge. "Will can't stop that female swordsman, the situation is quite obvious." Just as the priestess said, in the battle on the drawbridge, mercenary Will was completely suppressed by Cecilia, the female swordsman's sharp swordsmanship forcing the mercenary to retreat step by step. 　　"Yes, I understand." Chris closed her eyes and made up her mind. The female knight slashed the magic sword in her hand with one hand, then stretched out her other hand and gently wiped it from the base of the blade to the tip. A faint magical halo emanated from where her fingertips passed, and the originally dark yellow blade instantly turned crimson. A huge magical power condensed on the blade, and with a flick of the female knight's wrist, a huge magical fireball flew straight towards the center of the drawbridge. 　　A magical fireball struck the center of the suspension bridge, unleashing a massive explosion. The already dilapidated bridge splintered, splintering at the point where the two combatants had clashed, and began to break apart, collapsing towards either side. 　　"Damn it, I didn't expect it to turn out like this." Standing on the broken bridge, the female swordsman, sliding downwards, watched helplessly as the mercenary on the other side threw out a pre-prepared iron chain from somewhere, hooked it onto an iron pier, 　　and easily swung across the broken bridge to the other side. She herself could only fall into the endless void with the collapsing bridge. 　　"Shizuru, where do you think you're going!" The female Taoist priest chased to the other side, shouting at the priestess. 　　"Miss Cecilia!" The barbarian warrior Kara and the priestess Melfa finally arrived, but it was too late. Kara lay on the bank, constantly wailing into the depths of the canyon. 　　The priestess, Merfa, seemed largely unaffected by the captain's demise, merely glancing coldly at the female mage and poet tightly bound by ropes at her feet, a sneer playing on her lips. 　　************ 　　Somewhere in the forest, a colossal Demon Tree stood deep within the woods. This tree was so enormous that its outstretched branches almost completely obscured the sky, casting its shadow over everything around it. Below, its intricate roots spread densely in all directions, making the surrounding area its territory. 　　At this moment, within the vast space of the Demon Tree's trunk, Orishia—the witch known as the Eye of Truth—was tightly bound in mid-air by roots extending from all directions. Her hands were clasped together in the air, her long, beautiful legs forced wide apart, the exquisitely beautiful girl thus posed in an obscene posture. 　　The space inside the Demon Tree was filled with a strange, erotic gas. Olivia, immersed in this bizarre space for a long time, gradually had her nerves numbed, even losing control of her consciousness. Simultaneously, countless roots probed into her mouth from different directions, wrapped around her firm breasts, and coiled upwards along her full thighs, finally attacking her genitals and anus. 　　Olivia, whose every sensitive spot was being constantly stimulated, gradually lost her mind in this erotic mist. Her body began to act uncontrollably, involuntarily responding to the thrusts of the Demon Tree's stems. Large amounts of nectar spurted out with each thrust, immediately absorbed by the Demon Tree upon hitting the ground. 　　Warren—the heretical magician, this gaunt man exuding a strange, manic aura—stood before Olivia, watching the witch, her beautiful face contorted with eroticism from the tree's thrusts, a satisfied smile on his face. 　　The man's gaze lingered on the girl's lower body. He reached out and dispersed the root that was thrusting into Olsia's anus, then inserted his hand inside, slowly parting the girl's already wet vaginal opening. Inside the opening, he saw several vine-like roots, not invading from the outside, but growing from within the witch's body.

"It seems the sprouting process went smoothly, but it's not enough, not enough, Olicia." Warren greedily lifted the witch's cheek. "Work harder, let me see the seed within you grow as soon as possible, until the moment it blossoms."
With a faint light from the magician's hand, the mist within the tree gradually dissipated, and Olicia slowly regained her senses.
"Why, what is your purpose...?" The witch with the Eye of Truth looked sadly at the man who controlled her.
"Is it even a question? When the Demon Tree blossoms, a miracle is born." Warren grinned at the witch before him. "This is a process recorded only in the forbidden magic book. Soon, I will witness this moment. Just think how exciting that is."
"You, you're insane." The girl cried sadly. This cruel man had used her as a sacrifice for the Demon Tree, and for such a mad reason, her life had been completely ruined.
"You wouldn't understand, oh, how could you possibly understand?" Warren laughed maniacally. "You mortals could never comprehend my pursuit, my pursuit of forbidden, unknown realms!"
Yes, it wasn't for greater power, nor for any wealth. The mad magician's reason for imprisoning Oshilia here was simply to satisfy his thirst for exploring the dark realms.
"But, but!" Thinking of this, Oshilia felt an almost desperate sadness and helplessness. From childhood, the bullying of her peers and the contempt of those around her had surrounded her like a nightmare. Days of fear, days of despair, days of grievance—it seemed as if she would never try, that misfortune would never end.
"Isn't this good? By then, your Eye of Truth will be lost, and you will forever become part of the Demon Tree, providing nourishment for this magical tree. Then no one will be able to bully you anymore, hahahaha." "
No, I don't want to become like this! Save me! Someone, please save me!" Faced with the incomprehensible man before her, the girl felt a hysterical helplessness.
"No one can save you. Everyone is just using you, using your eyes that can see through reality. Once they've used you, they'll throw you away like trash, just like before. Yes, everyone is the same. You must understand that the two groups in the forest now, whether it's the ancient Eastern empire or the allied nations of the West, have the same goal. Everyone has only one request for you, and you've known that all along." "
No, stop talking." "
If that's the case, why not give up completely? Give up yourself, become nourishment for the Demon Tree. This giant tree needs you. It won't be like people, using you and then throwing you away like trash. It will need you forever, it will need you to continuously provide it with nourishment. It will love you forever. Isn't that what you want?"
"No, I don't want to become like that! Please, let me go."
"It's too late, it's all too late. No one can save you, not even the elites of the Eastern Empire and the Western Alliance. No matter how powerful they are, they will all become victims of this forest under my scheme, like livestock ridden by various monsters, their bodies, their breasts, their wombs serving the monsters, producing, forever. I promise you, I will make all of this a reality. Yes, I promise."

(IX) Parasitic Insects

In the demonic forest, an expedition team composed of beautiful female warriors is currently traveling in this unknown and dangerous area. However, their former leader, the female swordsman who always stood calmly and confidently on the front line, is no longer there. Now, leading this group of beautiful warriors is her most trusted subordinate, the barbarian female warrior Kara.
"Is what you said true?" Kara sat on the rock, scrutinizing the light red-haired female mage in front of her who was bound by ropes. "I remember you're serving Chris now."
"That's in the past. I just couldn't stand that countess's awful temper." Emily gritted her teeth. "All she ever talks about is honor and mission. She thinks she's something special just because she's a noblewoman. She always demands that everyone risk their lives with her in this forest, acting like a fool."
"Well, that's just like you. You were like that back in the Mercenary Guild too." Kara smiled. "Speaking of which, Katina, weren't you in a team together?"
"Katina... she's missing." Emily glanced cautiously at the bard Finn, who was also bound behind her.
"Oh, I see." Kara nodded, glancing mischievously at the handsome man behind the female mage. "That poet is quite good-looking, isn't he? Is he your new man? You abandoned Katina for him?"
"None of your business!"
"Wow, what a temper! Don't forget you're my prisoners now." Kara shrugged. "Fine, are you sure this is the shortest route?"
"Yes, to cross that canyon, we have to go around through the path over there and the swamp here. Taking the path will save a lot of time, but..." The female mage glanced at the priestess Melfa standing by the flames. "There are a lot of monsters over there, especially undead."
"That's perfect, let's go there." Melfa became interested. "Just undead."
"Shut up! I'm the captain here now." Kara retorted to the priestess. "We'll go through the swamp."
At this moment, the female mage revealed a cold smile, but feigned concern. "But aren't you worried about your captain?"
"My task now is to ensure the mission's completion and everyone's safety," Kara snorted. "Besides, Captain Cecilia isn't someone who falls so easily; she's incredibly strong."
"The swamp…" Xue Lian sighed. "It just doesn't feel like a good place."
"Miss Xue Lian, do you have any objections?" the female warrior asked, looking up.
"Ah, never mind." Xue Lian waved her hand. "When Cecilia perished, I also bore some responsibility. As compensation, I'll accompany you for a while longer."
"Then, could you help us untie the ropes?" Emily smiled sweetly. "For the sake of our past collaboration, Kara…"
"No." The female warrior retorted directly. "I know your character all too well. Just stay put." "
That's too much." The female mage looked like she was about to cry.
**********
Swamp, late at night.
The dim campfire flickered before her eyes. The sorceress Emily surveyed the sleeping warriors. Some lay leaning against their swords, others sat by trees, deep in thought, each on high alert. The occasional footsteps of the Night Watch could be heard, and the entire forest was shrouded in a tranquil atmosphere.
"Again? Fern, not here..." Suddenly, the sorceress's body twitched.
A faint itching sensation emanated from her genitals. At first, Emily could grit her teeth and endure it, but the feeling grew stronger and stronger, spreading throughout her entire body. The girl felt as if she were immersed in a thirsty ocean. If she could, she would reach out to her sweet, private parts and passionately, frantically caress them, but her hands were firmly bound behind her back, rendering her immobile.
"Fen, don't do this, it hurts so much." Emily's face flushed red, and she gasped as she looked at the bard Fen, who was also tied up not far away. The handsome man was looking at her with a wicked smile through his captivating eyes.
Soon, something lurking deep within her vagina stirred again, like a demon from the depths of her soul, teasing every nerve in her body, making her increasingly sensitive and thirsty. Emily writhed, unable to use her hands, so she could only frantically rub her inner thighs, her two long, beautiful legs intertwined, rubbing against each other, releasing specks of saliva.
"Turn around," a sweet voice echoed in the girl's mind.
"Mmm, uh," Emily responded softly, turning around with difficulty, pressing her breasts tightly to the ground, and raising her buttocks towards the poet.
"Mmm, you're so beautiful, Emily," the voice in her mind began to praise her.
The sorceress looked around nervously, thankfully no one saw her.
"No, not here, Finn, please stop!" Something deep within her vagina began to move again, emitting a powerful toxin, making her body increasingly sensitive; even the slightest touch would send a tidal wave of sensations through her body, driving her mad.
"Masturbate right here," the voice commanded again.
"How is that possible?" Emily protested softly, her hands tightly bound, her large buttocks sticking out in this position. How could she possibly touch her sensitive areas? And she dared not make a sound; if other awakened people saw her in such a lewd posture, how shameful that would be!
The poet didn't answer, only watching the beautiful magician before him with a mocking gaze. Emily shook her head, anxiously searching for something to help her masturbate completely. Finally, she found a dangling branch behind her.
Emily twisted her bound body, wriggling towards the branch. The female magician, her buttocks raised, looked hungrily at the branch behind her, then carefully used her buttocks to approach it, little by little. The first time, the direction was inaccurate; the branch touched Emily's buttocks, the rough surface rubbing against her flesh, giving the female magician a strange sensation.
She gritted her teeth, slowly moving forward, gradually opening her snow-white, plump buttocks. Inch by inch, she aligned the slit between her buttocks with the branch, then squeezed her buttocks tightly, gripping the drooping branch firmly.
"Ah..." Instantly, the intense pleasure from the rough skin rubbing against her sensitive area gave Emily a surge of enjoyment. She impatiently began rubbing the branch up and down, her snow-white buttocks swaying under the poet's gaze. Lustful fluid flowed from her opening, soaking the branch.
"Ah!" Suddenly, Emily cried out in surprise. The fluid-covered branch had accidentally slipped out of her buttocks. The pleasure she had just experienced suddenly cooled. The girl looked dejectedly at the branch that had bounced out and was swaying in the air. Then, anxiously, she once again raised her buttocks, parted her labia, aligned them with the branch, and squeezed tightly.
With a soft thud, Emily's buttocks missed their mark. She looked at the still-swaying branch in disarray, gritted her teeth, and tried again, squeezing...
another miss. Perhaps due to her impatience, the female mage lacked the patience to maintain her composure. The branch in mid-air seemed to deliberately torment the girl's eagerness for climax; Emily tried again and again to squeeze the branch with her buttocks, but always failed.
The scene was utterly absurd. In the swamp, a sexy female mage with light red hair lay on the ground like a toad, lewdly raising her snow-white buttocks, then spreading her legs to try and squeeze the branch hanging in mid-air behind her, clumsily attempting to do so again and again, only to fail each time.
Watching the female mage's ecstatic state, Finn smiled with satisfaction. A faint light emanated from her bound hands; it was this light that manipulated the lustful worm within Emily, turning the poor female mage into her obedient slave. She couldn't resist herself, for the wicked worm could easily drag her into a vortex of lust, making her feel both alive and deadly.
That day, after the warrior Katina fell into the trap of the water-touch fish, he manipulated nearby slimes to pretend to attack her, then seized the opportunity to subdue the powerful sorceress, injecting the worm—a creature feared by all women—into her body.
The sorceress made another "thud" sound, and finally, Emily managed to clamp her buttocks tightly around the dangling branch. But just as she was about to continue enjoying the pleasurable sensation, the branch suddenly snapped.
"No, no, please don't do this!" the sorceress cried softly. She had finally been able to experience that heavenly pleasure again, and now it was suddenly gone; an endless emptiness quickly filled her.
"Fin, help me!" Emily dared not change her position, so she could only desperately raise her buttocks, spread her legs, and nod her head, pleading for help from the poet through the gap between her legs.
The poet shook his head, adopting an expression of utter helplessness, as if to say, "My hands are tied, how can I possibly save you?"
"But, but..." Emily was on the verge of tears, her empty, fleshy orifice yearning for something to fill it. Desperate, she lay on the ground, searching her surroundings for anything to enter her. Finally, she spotted a sharp stone not far away. Overwhelmed by desire, she rushed to the stone, spread her beautiful legs, and positioned her opening tightly against the tip. The sorceress gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and squatted down.
Instantly, intense pleasure traveled through her entire body from the cold surface of the stone. The sorceress, squatting on the stone, frantically thrust in and out, her flushed face filled with ecstasy. She tried with all her might to fill the emptiness of her lower body, but while the pleasure was intense, it never quite reached orgasm. Perhaps the stone was too small?
The female mage thought to herself, and then she simply sat down, burying the stone into her buttocks. But the pleasure still couldn't bring her to orgasm. Emily sobbed, using her slender hands to support her body, twisting and turning, trying her best to satisfy her desires, but it still wasn't enough.
"Why, why can't I get there!" Just as Emily cried and looked at the poet Fen, a huge force knocked her to the ground.
"Emily, what are you doing?" It was Kara's voice.
"Kara?" Suddenly, the female mage was pulled back to reality from the emptiness of desire. She opened her eyes and saw Kara, the priestess Melfa, and the exotic female Taoist priestess Nülian standing before her.
"Hmph, what a lewd whore. Your filthy soul deserves divine cleansing." The priestess sneered, her face fierce.
"I, I..." Emily retreated in fear, her hands bound, she had no strength to resist.
"A demon has been planted in your soul; your very existence is unclean. Let me end you with this holy light of judgment!" The priestess chanted the incantation, and a great light appeared on her slender wrist.
"Stop, Melfa! Don't forget I'm the captain here!" Suddenly, Kara stretched out her strong arm to block her.
"Oh, do you know the consequences of sheltering a demon? You will be judged by our temple," the priestess coldly reminded her.
"Well, it's not some kind of demon seed," Xue Lian suddenly interjected. "I've heard of it before. It's a kind of parasitic worm, a really terrifying monster. Once this parasitic worm enters your body, you'll be controlled by this evil creature, like being forced into heat..."
Xue Lian blushed as she spoke. "It has other uses, but I won't go into them now. Its most lewd aspect is that it can control the host's sexual desire at will, and it needs to eat every so often. If it doesn't get food, it oozes a kind of poison that makes the host wish they were dead. I've heard that many women have been tortured into inhuman state by this worm."
"Is there any way to get rid of it?" Kara frowned; as a warrior, she wasn't adept at handling this situation.
"There probably is, but I don't know," Xue Lian shrugged. "However, I could use a Daoist technique like the Ice Heart Mantra to forcibly cool her body down; that might make her feel better?"
"Then I'll trouble you, Miss Xue Lian."
"You intend to save her?" The priestess seemed quite displeased.
"After all, she was a comrade-in-arms with whom I shared hardships; I really can't just leave her like this." Kara sighed. "Besides, in her current state, she poses no danger to us at all."
She gave the order to loosen the restraints.
**********
The footsteps of the large group gradually faded into the distance.
"Fen, how are you?" As soon as those people left, the sorceress Emily rushed to the poet's side, untied her lover's ropes, and said excitedly, "I listened to you, I did it!"
"Yes, you did very well, my Emily." The poet smiled and stroked the girl's hair. "I never expected that priestess's magic to be so powerful. Even I fell for it. I'm getting more and more excited to see that arrogant pretty face conquered by the monsters."
"Do you want to chase after them?" Emily asked worriedly.
"No, not now." The poet smiled confidently. "Countless monsters are waiting for them ahead. We can easily weaken them without us having to exert ourselves. Although I don't think that priestess will be so easily defeated, will you help me then?"
"I... I've already helped you deceive Katina. She's my friend."
"You don't need that kind of friend. You just need me, my love, isn't that enough?" The poet grinned maliciously, softly uttering some dark words.
In an instant, Emily's body went limp. She bent over, trembling, her pretty face flushed. Under the poet's incantation, the lustful worms within her body stirred once more. This potent toxin caused her both pain and hunger; without pleasure, she feared she would be tortured to death.
"Like this, you really want it, don't you?" the poet's voice was like a spell.
"Yes, yes, Finn, I want it," Emily nodded hastily.
"But your hands are free now. You can do it yourself, can't you?" the poet continued to command.
"Oh, yes," Emily obediently followed the poet's instructions. She turned her back to him, then lay down, pressing her upper body tightly to the ground, her breasts flattened. Then, panting, she reached her left hand down her abdomen, touched her vulva, and slowly inserted her fingers, beginning to thrust.
"Not enough, you still have one hand, Emily."
"Mmm, yes, that's right." The sorceress nodded blankly, extending her free right hand through her waist, then inserting her fingers into her anus, beginning to stroke it little by little.
"Ah, ah, ah." The sorceress stroked harder and harder, and the poet looked with satisfaction at the beautiful female body before him. Her soft outer garments were spread open, and her light red hair covered half her face, revealing a pretty face full of spring and watery eyes. Looking at the snow-white buttocks raised high, the slender, trembling beautiful legs, and the pink flesh hole between her fingers opening and closing, overflowing with a faint trace of moisture, a beastly desire rose within him.
"Fen, help me, I can't get there, quick, quick, use your penis to penetrate me, please." No matter how hard she tried, Emily could not reach orgasm and helplessly pleaded with the poet for help.
"What do you call me?"
"Fin... Oh, Master, please, please fill Emily's wanton body with your big cock, Emily really can't take it anymore." The female mage had long since disregarded everything else; all she wanted was that kind of pleasure.
"Oh, since you say so, then let me fill you up." Finally, the poet couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled out his penis and thrust it into the female mage's body. Then he reached out and grasped her slender waist, and began to thrust vigorously.
"Ah, ah, so good, so good, Master..." After a few thrusts, the female mage was constantly moaning from the thrusting. Her red hair flew in the air, and her snow-white skin shone in the darkness under her open clothes. Her whole body curled up, desperately clenching the cock that had entered her body. With the poet's increasingly seductive movements, her breasts bounced playfully in mid-air.
"Ah...ah...I'm...I'm about to climax..." The pleasure grew stronger and stronger, almost breaking through the threshold of desire. Just when the female magician thought she was about to reach the peak of pleasure, the poet's satisfied roar came from behind her.
"No, don't pull it out, please, Master!" Sensing what was about to happen, Emily cried out and twisted her lower body, trying to masturbate the poet's penis. But no matter how hard she tried, the pleasure was always infinitely close to the threshold, but she couldn't break through it.
"It's no use, Emily." The poet withdrew his penis with satisfaction, then smiled and stroked the girl's buttocks. "Have you forgotten? The lust worm I implanted in your body, as long as it exists, you will never be able to reach orgasm. No matter how hard you try, it will be the same result."
"How could this be..." Emily cried. She looked up and saw the poet's lips move. The spell that terrified her was read from the poet's mouth again.
"No, no!" Instantly, it felt as if her body was being torn apart. Intense pain swept through her entire body, almost causing the poor female mage to faint. After the excruciating pain subsided, the carnal desire she had just experienced was almost completely destroyed. She still wanted more; her mind was still in a state of excitement. But unfortunately, her body had been forcibly cooled down, and she could no longer experience that pleasure. It was a kind of torture that seemed to rip the victim's soul from her body, and it was also the most terrifying place for the parasitic worm inside her body.
Looking at the female mage lying on the ground, trembling and shaking, filled with deep despair, the poet suddenly reverted to his original sweet and handsome face. He lovingly embraced the girl and whispered softly in her ear,
"Emily, you can no longer leave my side. This parasitic worm will accompany you forever. This is the gift I give you because I love you, my lovely Emily. You will be my eternal lover, my eternal slave."

(X) High-Ranking Demon God

"This is truly an unpleasant place." Xue Lian walked at the front of the group, turning her head to look around. The swamp was deathly silent, filled with withered, decaying branches, and a thick fog that exuded an eerie aura. Everything about it made everyone present feel incredibly oppressed.
"It looks like we've walked into a monster's trap," the girl said, turning to look at her captain, the barbarian warrior Kara. Kara simply frowned and remained silent.
"Monsters, huh? Perfect." Priestess Merfa sneered. "No matter how many come, they will all perish under my holy light. I will show them what true divine punishment is."
"Confidence is a good thing, but..." Xue Lian turned her head to look around, sighed with a wry smile, "The situation is probably worse than I imagined."
"Calm down, foreign female Taoist." Kara spoke up, "This is a silent battle. Whoever loses their composure will lose."
"I'm fine, hey, Kara." Xue Lian called to the captain in front, "You and Emily seem to know each other?"
"Ah, we had some acquaintance back in the mercenary days. We went through... well, life and death together." Kara shrugged.
"What kind of person is she? She seems to be a pretty famous mercenary."
"Red Fox and Blue Eagle, she and another female warrior, Katina, form a team that is quite well-known in the mercenary world. In any case, Emily does have extraordinary skills in the field of fire magic." "And what about
her personality?" Xue Lian continued to ask.
"Personality? Mercenaries, they're all selfish... Maybe it's because they've already made a name for themselves in this field. She and Katina often bully new mercenaries or betray their employers, as long as they think it's profitable." "
Uh, that's not a good habit."
"This kind of behavior is common in the mercenary world. For example, there's a female hunter nicknamed 'Black Bullet Shooter,' Karen. She often deals in human trafficking. If she doesn't like a girl, Karen will kidnap her and sell her to a foreign country as a sex slave."
"Uh."
"Emily, like many girls her age, has all sorts of flaws, like vanity and lust. But if you think she's stupid, you're wrong. That girl is very shrewd. Nobody knows what she's up to behind the scenes, otherwise she wouldn't have the nickname 'Red Fox.'"
"I see. Then the person who can suppress Emily must be extraordinary." Xue Lian nodded thoughtfully.
"What do you mean?" Kara didn't quite understand.
"You saw it that night too, that female mage's lewd behavior."
Xue Lian raised her head, biting her lip. "The parasite that infested Emily's body is called a uterine worm, a very domineering and evil monster. Because once these worms enter a woman's uterus, they will nest there and live there, and ordinary methods cannot expel them. Moreover, during the parasitic process, the worms will intermittently stimulate the host's sensitive organs, making the host feel hot all over, as if burning with lust, craving sex. That's why that female mage desperately made love to that tree branch."
"What a vicious monster." Kara spat. "I hate these creatures that attack women's weaknesses the most."
"The venom of the 'Palace Worm' doesn't stop there. It not only intensely stimulates a woman's sexual desires and feeds on them, but what's even more terrifying is that at crucial moments, this worm releases a special toxin. This toxin numbs the woman's sensory organs, forcibly cooling her body, preventing her from experiencing pleasure or reaching orgasm, while simultaneously preserving her craving for sex. This torment of wanting but being unable to orgasm can drive a person to the brink of collapse; it's truly an extremely lewd and monstrous creature."
"What if you forcibly suppress the pleasure?"
"You mean starve the worm to death?" Xue Lian laughed. "That's one way, but only a female warrior like Kara could do that, because it lives off the pleasure of the female body. So if the host suppresses her sexual desires for a long time, the starving worm will continuously secrete another toxin, putting the woman's body in an unbearable state of intense pain. Most girls probably couldn't withstand that."
"Then why did the worm enter Emily's body?"
"That's the real problem." Xue Lian became serious. "No matter how vicious, the Palace Worm is ultimately just a parasite. So the most likely explanation is that someone was able to implant the Palace Worm into that female mage's body."
"Is there someone like that around here?"
"Hmph, look at all these monsters—goblins, orcs, slimes, poison spiders, troll spiders—watching us from the shadows." Xue Lian sneered. "It's obvious that there's a monster wielder manipulating everything around here!"
The female warrior turned her head. Around them, many greedy eyes were staring at them. They had rough, green skin, sharp fangs, and wide mouths that constantly emitted heat. Each of them was taller and stronger than an adult, standing imposingly in the distance, displaying their iron weapons, slowly approaching the group.
Behind them were even more numerous, short, slender monsters that hissed and brandished short clubs. These filthy, ugly creatures huddled together, standing behind their strong companions, screaming in an attempt to amplify their presence.
"Orcs and goblins," the female warrior Kara sneered, raising her weapon. "Looks like we're surrounded."
On the other side, at the edge of the swamp, countless green, gelatinous creatures surged forth, appearing in a vast, rolling mass, their wet, crunching motions echoing across the grass. They formed a circle around the female warriors in the center.
"Slimes?" Xue Lian sighed, taking a step back. "Kara, be careful. These slimes are a special kind. Watch out for their attacks and sap."
"Ah, but it seems we have more guests than just these."
Following Kara's gaze, several pairs of red, gleaming eyes could be seen in the dark forest, watching their prey intently from the depths of the woods. The female warrior took a deep breath, watching the black behemoths slowly emerge from the darkness. These were several spiders larger than humans, their limbs outstretched, fangs bared, advancing slowly—these were the large demonic spiders known as troll spiders, their sharp fangs and powerful tentacles capable of easily defeating weaker enemies.
Behind these troll spiders, in the miasma-filled, demonic forest, many smaller, more brightly colored spiders slid slowly down the trees along their own silken threads. These venomous spiders were not as strong as their companions, but they were more skillful, excellent hunters, capable of spinning extremely sticky spider silk and setting all sorts of traps.
"Troll Spiders, Venom Spiders." Priestess Merfa raised her right hand, slowly gathering powerful divine energy. "It seems the monsters have prepared a grand feast this time. But I'm more than happy to oblige. Soon I'll show you what true divine punishment is."
Next appeared in another corner of the demonic forest, a terrifying plant that has survived since ancient times—the Bagplant. These predatory experts with enormous stomachs are adept at using sweet honey and powder to lure prey, then striking them with thick, long, and strong vines. Their deadly venomous stingers can easily paralyze their opponents and ultimately send them into their stomachs; the potent gastric juices can corrode everything.
"It seems they've really prepared meticulously: goblins, orcs, slimes, Bagplants, Troll Spiders, and Venom Spiders." Xue Lian lightly brushed her hair. "Then, as the hostess of such a grand feast, wouldn't it be unreasonable not to come out and oversee everything?" The female priest gently waved her hand, and a flash of light exploded in the distance.
After the firelight faded, two slender figures appeared before everyone. One was Fen, an elegant and handsome poet in fine robes, while behind him stood a female mage, looking timid and disheveled, hiding in the back as if she had done something wrong. Emily lowered her head, hiding behind, not daring to look ahead.
"Truly discerning, female Taoist. No wonder you possess strength equal to that Eastern witch," Fen said, his handsome face revealing a cold chill.
"Emily, I knew I had misjudged you," Kara sneered at the female mage.
"I..." Emily glanced nervously at the poet beside her, then shut her mouth in fear.
"What a coward. Facing us, you only dare to hide behind women and monsters? If you are in charge, then stand up bravely," Xue Lian challenged the poet.
"Not at all. You women, though merely women, are stronger than ordinary men, while I am but an unarmed poet, naturally unable to stand on the front lines." Finn sneered, raising his hand. At his command, his monsters began to move. "Go, my lovely monsters!"
"Coming!" Kara leaped backward, dodging the attacking goblin, then casually smashed its head with a hammer. She then sidestepped a second short spear thrusting at her, punching her second victim.
On the other side, accompanied by the priestess's sharp prayer, many orbs of holy light shot from her beautiful fingers, striking the surrounding slimes directly, bursting into intense sparks. After the sparks, only the slime's remains remained.
The other female warriors also drew their weapons, fighting the surrounding goblins and orcs.
"How are you feeling?" Xue Lian appeared behind Kara at some point, smiling as she asked.
"I can still handle it, what's wrong?" Kara casually smashed another goblin to death, turning to ask the female priestess.
"Please hold off these small fry for me, I'll deal with Finn!"
"You alone?"
"Don't underestimate me, Kara." Xue Lian gave a confident smile. "Besides, this is the only way now. Capture the leader first, and everything will be fine once we take down that poet."
With that, the female Taoist tossed her long, black hair and leaped away.
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"Emily, it's up to you now." The poet lifted the female mage's cheek and kissed her.
"But, but..." Emily shook her head and backed away, her face filled with fear and dread.
"You said you loved me, prove it to me!" The poet closed the distance, his beautiful eyes revealing a sharp chill.
"Yes, yes." This time, the female mage yielded, nodding slightly. Then, the poet drew a sharp knife from his side and cut into the female mage's soft skin, instantly staining the tip with the girl's blood. Then, accompanied by the poet's low, lewd chanting, a massive magical barrier began to unfold beneath Emily's feet, forming a magical space. Countless tentacle-like creatures crawled out of this space, surging forward and binding the female mage's beautiful body, swimming freely across her form.
"Sex magic... Could this be a summoning barrier?" Xue Lian was startled. Seeing the scene before her, she suddenly remembered some rumors her master had told her back in her hometown, one of which was a similar kind of magic born from sex as a catalyst.
"Oh, I didn't expect you to know so much." The bard was also somewhat surprised.
"Oh no, we absolutely can't let him succeed in summoning!" Although she didn't know what would happen, instinct made the female Taoist tense.
"Earthbinding!" Xue Lian shouted, unleashing a magical light. Instantly, the ground where the poet stood began to tremble violently, the surface cracking, sinking, and then softening, to the point that nearby creatures could not move normally.
The two orc guards standing in front were trapped between the cracks in the ground, screaming in pain.
"Ice Seal!" With another sharp shout, the female Taoist unleashed another brilliant magical attack, this time striking the remaining, more agile goblins. The magic exploded among the goblins, and the resulting ice rings immediately froze nearby victims.
"Truly worthy of being a spellcaster from an Eastern land, this is quite an eye-opener." After the magical impact subsided, the bard Fen stood in place, looking somewhat disheveled.
"It's not over yet, you evil beast wielder! Take another look at my Fire God Technique!" Unexpectedly, after two spells, Xue Lian still had the power to unleash a third wave of attacks. This time, it was a fire talisman. Under the female Taoist's skill, the talisman struck the enemy like a fireball, creating a violent explosion. After the explosion, the bard remained standing, a faint magical light enveloping him.
"A magical barrier?" Xue Lian exclaimed in surprise.
"Well, can you break through my barrier?" The poet smiled wickedly at the girl. At his feet, tentacles from the summoning barrier had already pulled the female mage to the ground. Countless soft tentacles, like worms, eagerly crawled onto the mage's body, slithering across her beautiful form, passing between her full thighs, then through the cleavage of her breasts, and probing into the orifices within her body.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..." These tentacles, summoned from the demon realm, had a slimy surface. Every time they slid across the mage's skin, they left sticky trails. Before long, Emily's body was covered in this disgusting liquid. Under the influence of this liquid, the female mage seemed to feel her body slowly changing, becoming increasingly sensitive.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh..." Emily heard a muffled sound, and then a tentacle forced its way between her lips. The female mage whimpered, her whole body convulsing reflexively. Her thighs, which had been tightly clenched together, relaxed, and several tentacles wrapped around them, pulling them apart forcefully. Then, two tentacles seized the opportunity and thrust in, rapidly pumping and writhing inside the girl's body, causing Emily to groan incessantly.
"At this rate, his summoning will definitely succeed." Xue Lian broke out in a cold sweat. When another tentacle entered Emily's anus, the female Taoist blushed. "This time, I will shatter your barrier completely!"
With that, the girl placed her hands on her chest, the immense magical power causing her long, black hair to flutter in the wind, making her appear like a beautiful magical goddess. At first, Xue Lian's voice was soft and gentle, but as the magical power gathered, the girl's voice grew louder and louder, "Drive away demons and monsters, drive away evil sorcerers who will not linger on the ground! I obey the decree of the Thunder God, so be it!"
As the girl cast her spell, sharp bolts of lightning shot from the female Taoist's fingertips, merging and gathering in the air, like an electrified fire dragon, spiraling out of the sky, accompanied by a strong wind, fiercely rushing towards the poet's barrier. The next instant, this furious dragon of lightning crashed directly into the poet's barrier, triggering a powerful magical explosion.
The shockwave from the collision of the immense magical power immediately spread in all directions, many goblins and plants unable to withstand the impact were blown away. After the explosion, the spot where the poet had stood was now a wrecked crater. Finn lay on the ground, blood trickling from his mouth, but his expression was one of smug satisfaction.
"What a magnificent spell! It truly broadened my horizons," the poet chuckled softly. "But, unfortunately, you're the one who lost in the end."
"What do you mean?" The female Taoist lowered her hands, panting heavily. Clearly, the spell had also severely weakened her, but compared to the poet, who had been knocked down head-on, she was in much better shape.
"Because the ritual is complete," the poet announced triumphantly. Just as he finished speaking, the female mage on the other side let out a moan of climax. Her beautiful body tensed up, and then she erupted instantly, thick white fluid gushing from her alluring flesh, splattering all over the ground. Then, exhausted from being repeatedly violated by numerous tentacles, the female mage collapsed limply to the ground, breathing weakly.
"Alright, the ritual is complete. Heed my voice, heed my call, my ally, the great demon god Brarim, appear here."
As the poet uttered his final chant, the female mage's body, which had collapsed to the ground, floated into the air. Strange stripes appeared on her snow-white body, radiating an eerie glow. Emily screamed hysterically, as if her entire body was filled with agony. The louder she screamed, the stronger the light emanating from her body became, until finally, the enormous demonic creature emerged from the void, stopping only then before crashing to the ground, unconscious.
"This monstrous appearance, this powerful demonic strength!" Xue Lian stared in astonishment at the colossal demon god before her, a profound fear causing her to retreat step by step. It resembled a middle-aged man but was twice his size, with dark blue-green skin, strikingly large ram horns, and jet-black wings. Undoubtedly, this was a high-ranking demon god residing in the demon realm. Their power far surpassed that of ordinary demons; they were the nobles of the demon race, powerful and invincible beings.
Xue Lian swallowed hard in horror, for she knew the problem didn't end there. Beneath the powerful demon god's crotch lay enormous, phallus-like objects, and more than one, like ferocious serpents, greedily eyeing the beautiful flesh before her.
"Are you my prey?" The powerful demon god, named Brarim, stepped before Xue Lian, looking down at the trembling female Taoist below.
"Who, who would be your prey?" Xue Lian gritted her teeth, casting an ice ring in front of the demon god, but it was easily deflected by the demon god's magical barrier.
"Useless, mortal, your power cannot contend with mine." The demon god took another step forward.
"Lightning Bolt!" Sharp bolts of lightning shot from her fingertips, but were again deflected by the powerful magical barrier before reaching the demon god's body.
"Weak, so incredibly weak, human." The demon god laughed and continued forward. "Your power is no match for mine; you are destined to be my prey."
"If... if I hadn't used all my strength earlier, perhaps there would still be a way." Xue Lian inwardly groaned. Her previous spellcasting had already exhausted almost all her power; she could no longer muster any true energy.
An immense pressure washed over her. If she gave up… Thinking this, Xue Lian clenched her teeth, gathering all her remaining true energy in a final struggle.
"I obey the decree of the Thunder God, so be it!" A massive dragon of thunder and fire, accompanied by a powerful surge of energy, roared out, striking the demon god directly. This time, it shattered the magical barrier, exploding on the massive body.
"Did I succeed?" Xue Lian collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted. This was her last strength.
"Hmm, well done. A human woman, actually managing to injure my body, worthy of praise." The demon's deep voice appeared again, the thick chest bearing the marks of explosions, but these wounds were insignificant compared to the demon's massive physique.
"How... how could this be?" Instantly, intense despair surged into Xue Lian's heart. This was her last gamble, but it still failed. She weakly looked at the tall demon standing before her, at the three lewd, enormous penises throbbing between his legs, completely at a loss.
"I never thought, I never thought, that I would be here, being violated by such a monster..." Having always considered herself exceptionally gifted, she couldn't believe that she would be violated by such a monster in this foreign land. Her strong pride prevented her from accepting such a cruel reality.
"No, no, please, don't come any closer." The girl nervously retreated step by step, but the demon didn't answer. He just grinned lewdly as he approached the helpless girl, then reached out his thick arm and pulled her body up.
"No, don't do this!" Before the demon's enormous physique, Xue Lian's body was like a chick. The demon, Brarim, used the soft tentacles extending from his back to tightly bind the girl's slender arms, lifting her into the air. Then, with his thick wrists, he pulled at the girl's snow-white thighs, forcibly separating them little by little into a large V-shape.
"What a fine prey, Fen. You've given me a delicious meal," the demon said, turning to the poet who was sitting on the ground, panting.
"No, let me go, please!" The female Taoist shook her head in terror, watching helplessly as the three venomous phalluses slowly approached her, their ugly parts emanating a lewd stench. Xue Lian shook her head frantically, her long, black hair flying wildly in the air. But her slender body was utterly helpless under the demon's grip. The girl could only watch helplessly as one of the penises slowly approached her untouched private parts, and then suddenly…
“Ah!” Intense pain instantly shattered the girl's heart. Xue Lian screamed, tilting her head back, her entire body arching backward. Her black hair cascaded in the air, and bright red blood flowed from her snow-white body.
“Oh, I didn't expect you to still be a virgin.” The demon grinned maliciously, using tentacles extending from his back to lift Xue Lian's arms, then gripping her snow-white thighs tightly with both hands, and began thrusting in and out. Each thrust was accompanied by a gush of fluid mixed with bright red virgin blood.
"Ugh..." Xue Lian was like a rag doll, held in mid-air by the demon god. Humiliation and torture gripped her, pain controlling her nerves. Coupled with the despair and helplessness of losing her virginity, crystal tears streamed down the girl's cheeks.
"Oh, human woman, you're no fun like this. I need you to resist, more resistance, only then will I have fun," the demon god said, then extended his second penis and placed it at Xue Lian's anus.
"No, no, not here, not here!" Feeling her anus blocked by a foreign object, the girl instinctively realized what was about to happen to her and immediately struggled frantically, but was firmly held and couldn't move.
"Too, too big, I'll break, really," Xue Lian cried and pleaded, but the demon god ignored her pleas. He controlled the penis, the same size as the first, and then thrust it in sharply, plunging the entire shaft straight into the girl's never-before-opened anus.
"Ah!" Once again, as if her whole body was being torn apart, Xue Lian cried out in agony. She didn't know how that enormous thing had entered her body; she only knew that her vagina was being stretched drastically. If it weren't for the thing still thrusting in and out, the female Taoist would have almost thought that her vagina had been stretched to its limit.
"Not bad, not bad at all. I like you very much, foreign woman." The demon god thrust harder and harder, his two penises forcefully pumping and churning in the two holes beneath the girl. Even from the outside, one could clearly see the two enormous objects moving forward inside the female Taoist's body.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah..." Xue Lian had long been overwhelmed by this painful pleasure. Her mind was in chaos, and her entire body had no strength, leaving her to be pulled and tugged at will by the demon god. Immediately, the demon extended two smaller tentacles from its mouth. This time, their target was the girl's firm breasts. The soft tentacles slowly approached her breasts, then suddenly coiled around them, tightening from the base, causing her beautiful breasts to swell and become engorged with blood.
"No, it hurts, it hurts so much!" the girl struggled in agony. The intense pain was unbearable, and tears streamed down her beautiful face, making her look utterly pitiful.
But the demon's humiliation did not end there. The tentacles on her breasts continued to move, coiling tightly from the base towards her nipples. Even more astonishingly, the heads of the tentacles transformed into suction cups, then suddenly and tightly sucked onto her already erect nipples. With a burst of magical light emanating from the demon, the girl was horrified to discover that her breasts were swelling. Then, not long after, milk was sucked out through a straw, flowing down the tentacles into the demon's mouth. He was sucking her own milk, which nearly made the female Taoist faint.
"Is that all? It's not over yet, foreign woman." The demon sneered, raising his third penis and placing it near the small opening of her vagina. The mere friction filled the girl with immense terror. She never dreamed that this lewd demon would subject her to such vile and obscene torture, not only in her vagina and anus. It was something she had never dared to imagine.
"No, no, please don't! Not there! I'll break!" No matter what, the demon's enormous penis was simply too big. The girl struggled frantically. If that thing were to penetrate her, she feared she would be brutally killed! Overwhelmed by fear, Xue Lian struggled with all her might, crying and desperately trying to prevent the demon's massive penis from entering her body.
"It's so noisy, you foreign woman!" The demon, seemingly annoyed by the girl's desperate struggles, stretched out two more slender tentacles and thrust them into Xue Lian's pleading mouth, completely sealing her delicate lips.
"Ugh..." With a foreign object inserted into her mouth, the poor girl could only whimper in resistance. Her soft body twisted and deformed under the pull of countless tentacles, her snow-white skin covered with various kinds of semen. Then, suddenly, Xue Lian let out that hysterical scream for the third time. The third penis pressed against the girl's urethra, and with the most incredible angle and force, slowly, like a giant worm, squeezed into the girl's third opening.
"Ugh!" Xue Lian shook her head violently. The immense pain brought tears streaming down the poor girl's face. Three strange, enormous penises were simultaneously inserted into her slender lower body. The girl almost felt that her lower body had been ruptured. The three enormous penises moved and pounded inside her body like giant battering rams. With each impact, the female Taoist felt as if her nerves were being shattered by immense pain and pleasure, making her feel like she was dying of ecstasy.
"Hmph, quite an expression, foreign girl." The poet Fen appeared beside her at some point. Looking at the female Taoist priestess, half-suspended in the air and driven mad by the penetration, he sneered, "What a pity. Your name is Xue Lian, is it? Do you know, my original target wasn't you."
"Ugh!" Xue Lian was already being penetrated through all her orifices by the high-ranking demon god's seven tentacles and phallus. Each thrust was accompanied by a gush of vaginal fluid. The demon god's power was so immense that one wondered if the girl's delicate body could withstand such a tremendous impact; it seemed as if each thrust could tear the poor female Taoist priestess to shreds.
"My original target was merely the Blazing Demon Sword in Chris's hands. For that, I even eliminated the unruly Katina and Karen. But things didn't go as planned, and you two interfered along the way. So since you were going to become my obstacles sooner or later, I had no choice but to strike first. You can only blame your bad luck." "
No, no, oh!" Suddenly, Xue Lian let out a muffled cry. Under the intense pleasure of the Demon God's seven rods thrusting into her, the girl quickly reached her climax. Accompanied by the female Taoist's intense moans, her snow-white body clenched and then unfolded, reaching the peak of her sexual desire. However, all of this... for the powerful high-ranking Demon God, this was merely one step in the process. The Demon God's tentacles showed no sign of stopping.
And so, again and again, the woman's cries and the Demon God's muffled growls mingled together. Xue Lian reached her second climax under the constant impact, then the third, the fourth, the fifth... until a magical barrier appeared beneath the Demon God's feet, and only then did the enormous creature stop thrusting.
"Why are you stopping me, Finn?" The demon's voice was laced with anger.
"Demon God Brarim, the time for the contract has come." The poet replied respectfully.
"Oh, you want this woman back? But what if I say I want this human?" The demon turned around, his massive body exuding an immense, oppressive force. He looked at the tiny poet before him.
"If that's the case, I am powerless to resist you, great Demon God Brarim."
"You'd better be sensible, but I'll let it slide this time. The three contracts haven't been completed yet. The contract remains valid until this summoning is completely over, and I don't want to break the terms of our contract." The demon revealed a cruel smile: "But you'd better remember, when we meet again, we will no longer have a contract as a medium. At that time, I can easily tear you, this insignificant human, apart." "
I will remember that, Demon God Brarim." The poet nodded with a smile.
"Ah, there is something I am quite interested in." The light of the magical barrier grew stronger, while the figure of the demon god dimmed beneath it. "We demon gods are your powerful allies, why did you so easily use up this final contract?"
"Ah, Demon God Brarim, because you are a symbol of calamity and misfortune. Carrying your contract will make me uneasy." The poet bowed his head and gave an elegant salute.
"Oh, is that so? Hmph, interesting human, foolish human." Accompanied by the demon god's cold laughter, the enormous figure disappeared into space.
"Alright, foreign woman, now you are mine." The poet stood up, looking at Xue Lian, who lay on the ground, her body white and viscous, completely exhausted.
"You... what do you want to do to me?" The girl no longer had any strength to resist.
"Emily was once my good slave; her magical energy could do many things for me. But now I have found a better woman, Xue Lian. You will be a better slave, my sex slave, my magical vessel, my toy." With that, he bent down and took out a small pot from his waist. Hidden inside were tiny, lewd parasites—monsters that could drive any woman to the brink of collapse and death, the Palace Worm.
"No, no, please, let me go, please!" Xue Lian's cries echoed throughout the swamp.

(XI) Skeleton

In the primeval and deep dark forest, a fierce battle between adventurers and monsters was unfolding.
Dozens of lightly armed, beautiful female warriors were fighting against a large group of monsters, each wielding a sharp blade. These girls were all young and pretty, with delicate features, and their light armor could not conceal their youthful beauty.
Their opponents, however, were a group of exceptionally ferocious monsters: adult troll spiders larger than adults, venomous bees skilled in using spider webs, swarms of slimes, ancient hunters like the saprophytic flower, and orcs and goblins. These monsters, gathered together by a mysterious force, launched a fierce attack on the girls in the forest.
"Hah! Die!" Kara, the barbarian warrior and captain, charged at the troll spider blocking her path, wielding a heavy hammer. This enormous spider possessed strong limbs and sharp blades, swinging its black tentacles at the charging warrior.
But Kara nimbly leaped over its attacks, then rushed straight to the troll spider and struck it on the head.
Blood and flesh splattered, and the troll spider struggled violently, wildly flailing its other foreleg, trying to pull the warrior away.
But just as its tentacles were about to strike the female warrior, Kara seized the opportunity, extending her left hand, adorned with a bracer, to firmly grasp the giant spider's massive tentacle. She then forcefully pressed it down, followed by a powerful stomp.
The sound of a tentacle snapping rang out, and the female warrior simultaneously raised her right hand, delivering a fatal blow to the giant spider's severely wounded head. The enormous spider twitched a few times before its life ended.
"Not finished yet?" Kara withdrew her hammer, turning to look at the priestess, Merfa, who stood in the center, surrounded by layers of people, chanting prayers.
"Great, supreme god, your right hand holds the sword of judgment, your left hand the shield of punishment. Now, bestow your sword upon your servant; it will become light, become holy fire, and unleash destruction upon the utterly foolish enemy! Rise, holy fire!" The priestess's voice grew louder, accompanied by her flowing blonde hair.
Powerful magical energy gathered around Merufa, and through her cry, a magical arc emanated from its center. Wherever the magic passed, all enemies were scorched by the golden holy fire, screaming in agony and despair before dying.
"Even demons die so horribly," Kara shook her head and stepped forward.
"Oh, are you dissatisfied?" The priestess turned back smugly, her eyes filled with pride.
"Tch," Kara muttered, but said nothing more.
At that moment, from the direction the foreign female Taoist priest named Xue Lian had chased after, a terrified scream came from—a voice that sounded so familiar.
"Xue Lian?" Kara suddenly realized. "Something happened to 　　her 　　. 　　"
********** 　　... 　　"Stop, Melfa. Don't risk going any further." 　　"Oh, you're just going to leave that foreign woman like this?" 　　"I am worried about Xue Lian, but I have more companions behind me." Kara paused, clearly struggling with her own thoughts. "In any case, they are all on a mission entrusted to me by Miss Cecilia. I can't..." 　　"Hmph, that's your own business. It has nothing to do with me." 　　The priestess turned away coldly and continued forward. 　　"Remember, neither you nor Cecilia have the right to order me around." 　　"You bastard!" 　　"Oh, want to fight?" Melfa sneered contemptuously, but before she could make a move, Kara had already flashed to her side, twisting the priestess's slender wrists behind her back. 　　"Even you," Kara twisted forcefully, "wouldn't be a match for me at this distance." 　　"Damn it!" The priestess struggled, but was held firmly. Just when she couldn't break free at all, the warrior released her grip. 　　“But I need you.” Kara’s tone softened. “We need mages, especially now that Xue Lian is gone. I need your magic even more to help us move forward, Merfa.” 　　“Hmph.” The priestess withdrew her hand. “But I’ve already told you, my purpose here is not to be your companion. I’m only here on the Archbishop’s orders to verify whether the Empire’s ruby—Misera—is guilty of treason. Wherever I see anything unusual, we will be enemies. I will show no mercy to heretics.” 　　“In that case, you should help us find the witch of the Eye of Truth.” 　　“That’s true, but I actually have another mission here, which is to hunt down that mysterious monster messenger. He’s a man who has been wandering within the Empire’s borders. It is said that he is skilled at manipulating all kinds of monsters, and even using these monsters to attack women.” “ 　　That man is Finn?” 　　“Perhaps. At first, I wasn’t sure either.” The priestess nodded. 　　"But now it should be proven." 　　"There's more than just Finn in this world who possesses the ability to manipulate monsters." 　　"It's alright, better to kill the innocent than let anyone go free. This is the punishment of the Holy Spirit, the will of the Holy Spirit." The priestess looked ahead, as if she had found something. "Besides, regardless of whether it's the man the archbishop is searching for, any magician who manipulates monsters must be eliminated." " 　　Come out! I know you're hiding here, you heretical magician!" Melfa roared ahead. 　　The priestess's imposing voice echoed through the forest. After a while, a gray figure emerged from the bushes. Walking in that direction, Kara and Melfa not only saw Finn, but also the ragged, unconscious Xue Lian and Emily lying on the ground. The two girls were covered in murky, unsightly semen, looking utterly miserable. 　　"Oh dear, you found out after all, Melfa. No wonder you're that archbishop's confidant." The bard Fen spoke, his voice as sweet as ever. "Well then, I'll stand right here. What are you going to do with me?" 　　"Die, or be taken to the stake." The priestess said, each word distinct. 　　"Ah, is there no other choice?" The bard raised his hand, and from the depths of the swamp, a group of skeletons appeared, wielding swords, and inching closer to the two in the center. "Well, so under the threat of you, this cold-blooded angel of death, it seems I can only desperately resist?" 　　"Oh, you think you can defeat me?" The priestess raised her head arrogantly. 　　"Fifty or fifty. I certainly suffered quite a bit at the hands of that foreign woman, but after casting such a large-scale spell, how much strength do you have left?" 　　"Defeating a man like you is enough." The priestess replied. During their conversation, Kara easily smashed several skeletons from behind with her heavy hammer; these monsters posed no threat to the female warrior. 　　"I have a suggestion, would you like to hear it?" Finn smiled, her eyes narrowing. "Perhaps you can spare me. Your target is the Witch of the Eye of Truth, isn't it?" 　　"How do you know?" Kara interjected. 　　"Well, the Witch of the Eye of Truth is currently in the hands of a sorcerer named Warren. If we cease hostilities here, I don't mind providing you with some information." 　　"Hmph." The priestess showed a disdainful expression. 　　"My goal is merely to obtain the Flameblade from the Western Alliance's female knight, Chris. This doesn't conflict with your goal. Don't you think it's a good option?" " 　　I agree." Kara nodded. 　　"I refuse." Unexpectedly, Melfa flatly rejected the offer. 　　"Melufa." 　　"I would never negotiate with a man like that, just as I would never team up with a demon." The priestess turned her head. "Kara, I told you, you have no right to interfere with me." 　　"Wake up, Melufa!" Kara strode forward. "Think about what our most important goal is?" The warrior charged straight at the priestess, but after only a few steps, her feet were enveloped in an aura of light, making each step extremely difficult. 　　"You miscalculated this time, Kara." Melufa's fingers flickered with a faint magical light. "Just stay on the sidelines and watch."

"Merfa, so you planned this all along!" the female warrior roared at the priestess. The incantation of magic takes time and couldn't possibly be completed in a short period, so it was clear that Merfa had anticipated Kara's intervention and prepared the magic beforehand.
The priestess ignored her companion's words, simply turning around calmly, her slender white hand raised high, her long leg lightly stepping back, making a casting motion. The exchange of magic lasted only a few rounds before
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under the priestess's guidance, the intense holy light pierced through the bard's defensive magic, knocking the man to the ground. The skeletons he summoned couldn't even get close to the priestess before disintegrating.
"As expected, this woman is definitely not to be trifled with." Finn plopped down on the ground, panting as he looked at Merfat, who stood proudly before him, exuding an air of superiority. "First that foreign woman, and now this priestess, what's going on these past few days?"
"Hmph, do you understand the difference between us now?" The priestess approached little by little. The poet chanted something again, and the surrounding skeleton warriors rose up once more, attempting to attack Merfat, but were easily dispersed by the holy light emanating from the priestess, scattering bone fragments all over the ground.
"Alright, I concede." The poet sighed lightly. In fact, in terms of pure strength, both Xue Lian and Merfat were superior to him, a fact he was well aware of. Therefore, from the very beginning, he had tried to avoid fighting them both, and even when Finn was captured with Emily, he was unwilling to reveal his true identity.
The outcome was already decided the moment the priestess caught up. So, instead of risking his life fighting an invincible opponent, this man skilled in controlling demons placed his bet on something else. Watching the priestess approach, Finn secretly glanced at the skeletal remains at her feet.
"It's too late to admit defeat now. Just accept your death under the baptism of this holy fire." As Melfa spoke, she raised her right hand, gathering magical power, completely unaware that a skeletal hand had quietly moved beneath the priestess's full buttocks.
"Melfa, danger!" Kara, her legs restrained, had barely uttered these words when the severed hand shot out, plunging into the fleshy area beneath the priestess's thin dress!
"Ah!" Instantly, the stimulation from her sensitive areas caused the priestess to lose her balance, and the magical power she had just gathered vanished. Before she could even regain her footing, a second and third bony severed hands rushed in from all directions, grabbing her calves and pulling her to the ground.
"What, what's going on?" The priestess stared in astonishment at the skeletons that had grabbed her, not understanding why they could still move.
"Hmph, it seems it was right to let a few skeletons be defeated by that female warrior first, otherwise the bones affected by your holy magic would be unusable."
"You, what do you mean?" The priestess reached out to grab the severed hands that were holding her down, but unexpectedly, more severed hands and feet crawled in from afar, along with heads and torsos.
"You were too careless. Didn't you know these skeletons could be used like this?" Finn stepped forward, placing his foot on the priestess's soft belly. "And it was too foolish. If that female warrior hadn't been confined by you, I wouldn't have stood a chance."
"No, no, Melfa, stop her!" With Kara's anxious shout, the ground beneath the female warrior's feet began to crack and then overturn, throwing the tall barbarian female warrior into a nearby abyss. The female warrior's roar echoed in the dark space for a long time before disappearing.
"Now there's no one to stop me."
"Do you think you'll succeed?" The priestess concentrated, trying to cast a spell.
"It's useless. No matter how hard you try, you're still just a woman. Women can't resist these things." With that, the poet waved his hand, and the severed hands and feet surged onto the priestess's body. In particular, some of the severed hands went straight for the priestess's private parts through her underwear, and an instant, a soft sensation made Melfa lose her focus.
"You're despicable!" The priestess, her body limp from the thrusting, could only curse.
"Despicable? Perhaps." The poet shrugged, seemingly unconcerned. "But I think if you still have the strength, you'd be better off using it on these bones. Do you know what kind of people these bones belonged to in life?"
"What do you mean?" The priestess struggled, shaking her head. The bones grew increasingly audacious, gathering in twos and threes, their severed limbs tearing at her snow-white robes, quickly ripping off a large piece of clothing, revealing her full, alluring, snow-white skin.
"I didn't expect you to be so beautiful, Melfa." The poet smiled, flicking the priestess's breasts with his hand. Her full breasts bounced enticingly under his fingers, looking incredibly erotic.
"It's a waste that you're a priestess. With that figure, wouldn't you be better suited to be a demon seducing men than an angel of judgment?"
"You, you shameless!" The priestess cursed viciously, but there was nothing else she could do.
"You'd better say that to these skeletons later," the poet said, lifting Merufa's cheek and kissing the priestess's sweet lips. "These dead were a group of bandits, rapists, and perverts. After being hunted down, they fled to this forest and became food for the monsters. I just happened to summon them. Unlike ordinary skeletons, I even restored a part of their souls. Haha, these rapists have a lot of resentment."
"You, you bastard, waah!" The priestess was about to curse when suddenly a bony ankle flew up and shoved into her mouth. The bony instep completely blocked the woman's mouth, and the toes were still swinging wildly inside.
"How could I... how could I be violated by such a lowly skeleton..."
"Heh, aren't you quite unwilling? The powerful you are violated by such a lowly bone." Finn said, taking a few steps back. The man was panting, clearly exhausted from the previous attack. "Has Merfa ever tasted a man's penis? Unfortunately, now you only have hard bones for you, but you'll still be excited, won't you?"
"No, this is impossible! Ugh!" The priestess was only halfway through her sentence when the leg bone inserted into her mouth pushed in a little further, silencing her.
"Ha, how interesting." These skeletons resurrected by Finn possessed their own will, and their lust made them harbor resentment towards violating women even without physical bodies. The magical skeleton skillfully manipulated its body, with four hands pressing down on the priestess's four legs, fixing her face up to the ground, while two severed hands reached out from the left and right to play with her breasts.
"Ugh!" The priestess cried out in helpless despair. These hard, bony hands groped her snow-white body with impunity, the cold touch constantly stimulating her sensitive spots. This drove the priestess to madness with agony. Her clothes were torn open, and her snow-white, full flesh struggled and writhed helplessly in the dark swamp, seemingly with a strange kind of pleasure.
"Can't you even resist this? Why does the noble priestess still feel pleasure when violated by these trashy bones? Are you actually a promiscuous woman?"
"Ugh!" The priestess glared fiercely at the poet, but she was powerless to resist. At the same time, a sternum floated down from above, and the bony hands that had been holding down Merufa's limbs lifted up simultaneously. The sternum took the opportunity to move behind the priestess, and then all four hands released at the same time. Then the sternum squeezed tightly, and the woman's snow-white flesh was thus trapped inside a bony sternum, looking like a beautiful woman violated by white bones.
These sentient skeletons had no intention of letting the captured woman go easily. Their powerful resentment drove them to further violate their prey. One skull floated over and bit down on the priestess's full breasts, causing a sharp pain mixed with pleasure that made her arch her back.
"Haha, these skeletons are quite amusing," the poet murmured, sitting down to catch his breath. Summoning the skeletons had exhausted all his strength; he needed rest. In fact, the skeletons, imbued with special magical power, had broken free of his control and gained the ability to act independently.
The bones moved more and more violently. A leg bone flew to the priestess's face, rubbing against her beautiful cheek, while the sternum behind her tightened its grip on her body, constricting her full breasts. Meanwhile, the skulls were also busy, biting at the priestess's nipples, causing her to moan softly.
And then there were her snow-white, full thighs, where numerous bony hands groped haphazardly, violating every part of her body from the thigh root to the calf. Melfa lay helplessly on the ground, writhing, her long black hair cascading to one side, looking utterly miserable.
"Oh, judging from your expression, you haven't given in yet, but that won't do. These skeletons still have parts they haven't used. Think about where?" Before the poet could finish speaking, the priestess let out a terrified scream. A long thigh bone pressed against the woman's vagina, and simultaneously, with the help of the hand bones, tore open her panties.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" The priestess struggled in terror, trying to turn over, but was held firmly in place. The thigh bone rubbed against the woman's vaginal opening, and the priestess groaned tremulously, whether from fear or pleasure, it was unclear.
"Haha, how does it feel? How does it feel to be raped by these skeletons? Is it unbearable? If my body hadn't been incomplete, I should have been the one enjoying it, but now these rapists are out of my control." The poet's expression held a hint of regret.
However, the priestess had no time to listen to the poet's sarcasm. The woman stared, her face ashen, at the leg bone inserted into her private parts, watching in fear as it slowly penetrated deeper, then withdrew, the distance increasing until finally, a violent thrust!
"Ugh!" The priestess arched her body, letting out a mournful cry, tears of regret streaming down her beautiful face, a thin trickle of virgin blood flowing from her vagina. But at this moment, the woman had no time to savor the pain, because more and more leg bones joined the ranks of those violating her, increasing in number, constantly crowding into her two orifices, vying to thrust in and out.
"Hahaha, how amusing! The noble Miss Melfa is being violated by a few skeletons! This is truly hilarious!" The poet pointed to the woman's genitals. With each twitch of the leg bones, visible strands of erotic fluid appeared, leaving bright, lustful marks on the swamp.
"Ugh...ugh..." More and more skeletons joined the ranks of those violating the priestess. Her face, breasts, hands, and thighs were gripped and torn by countless bones. The most tragic sight was the priestess's two lower orifices. Four thick thigh bones were brutally thrusting in and out of her vagina, while three more squeezed into her anus, vying to penetrate her vagina. The poor woman was being violated by countless skeletons, pleading in despair. This swamp of death was now a feast of bones.
But just as the poet was gloating, a cold trident was pressed against the back of his neck from behind.
"Don't move, Fen." A familiar voice sounded from behind.

(12) Spirit

"Don't move, Fen." Just as this man, skilled at manipulating monsters, was watching with interest as the arrogant, haughty priestess was being violated by a group of skeletons, a cold trident pressed against his neck, extinguishing the lust in his heart.
"Katina?" The man recognized the owner of the voice.
"Hmph, you seem surprised, didn't expect it to be me, did you?" The tall, blonde female warrior's tone was cold, filled with cruel killing intent.
"How did you..."
"How did you escape the nest of the Water-Touched Fish, didn't you?" Katina sneered, "It seems you really want me to stay there."
"No, listen to me, there must be a misunderstanding." The poet turned around, trying his best to show an alluring smile.
"Don't put on that act, I'm not Emily." The female warrior flicked her wrist slightly, and a bloodstain appeared on the poet's neck. "Your sweet talk won't fool me."
"Oh, what about this?" With the poet's deep voice, several bony hands suddenly lunged at the female warrior, grabbing her delicate hands and thighs, even beginning to attack her sensitive areas.
"Hmph, boring thing." The female warrior shook her head, her voice full of contempt. "Do you think such a weak monster can threaten me?" Katina quickly grabbed the hand bone that was about to attack her private parts with her free hand, then placed the still writhing hand bone in front of the poet and snapped off the fingers one by one in front of him.
"Tch, no wonder she's called the Blue Eagle mercenary." Taking advantage of Katina's slight opening, the poet quickly retreated, but was easily knocked to the ground by the swift female warrior. In the instant he fell, the poet saw Emily regain her will at some point and appear not far away.
"Emily, help me." The poet had just shouted these words when Katina raised her long leg and stomped heavily on the man's stomach.
"Help you? I haven't forgotten how you used me." The female mage's tone was filled with extreme anger.
"You, you dare to betray me!" Finn tried to struggle, but was stomped down by Katina.
"Ridiculous, otherwise how do you think I followed you?" Katina punched the poet's handsome face.
"You actually conspired against me." " Conspired
? I never thought you'd say that. How laughable." Katina sneered and punched him again, making the poet see stars. "Now I'm going to ask you some questions. Answer honestly if you don't want to suffer."
"What is it?" The poet covered his face, completely on the defensive.
"What is your purpose?"
"The Flame Blazing Sword in the Earl's possession. I first discovered it when I was in the Mercenary Guild—that legendary sword was being taken out of the palace. It was a perfect opportunity, so I secretly joined Chris's adventure party, waiting for the right moment." "
The Flame Blazing Sword belongs to the Kingdom of Brest. How dare you steal it?"
"Aren't you the same?"
"We originally just wanted to take the sword to the Empire to sell it. Besides, it was only after a dispute with the Earl that we had this idea. It's different from yours." "
The Western Alliance has been forced into a series of defeats by the Imperial army in recent years, and now they are already struggling to survive."
"Alright, then when we first entered the forest, the series of encounters that resulted in almost all of Chris's men being killed—was that caused by you?" "
No, this forest is far more terrifying and profound than you imagine, far beyond our comprehension. Even I can only control a limited number of monsters, and it took a considerable amount of preparation time."
"Oh, and what about Karen?" Katina raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?" The poet was somewhat surprised by the female warrior's sharpness.
“Chris’s men, though professionally trained, are ultimately warriors accustomed only to frontal battles. But Karen is different; she’s a true hunter. I absolutely refuse to believe she would disappear so suddenly.” This time, the female warrior left an even larger gash on the poet.
“Yes, I did it.” The pain forced the poet to admit it helplessly.
“How did you do it?”
“Poison Spiders, they’re all excellent hunters…” The poet didn’t finish his sentence.
"So that's why Shizuru is always so cautious. Was it the same thing at the lake?" Katina suddenly realized something. "Ah, so it was all your doing. Your goal was to gradually isolate that countess, then seize the Blazing Demon Sword while she was weak. You also knew that the three of us shared the same goal, but fearing we wouldn't cooperate, you plotted to eliminate Karen and me, and coerced Emily into becoming your tool, is that right?"
"Yes." The poet smiled helplessly. "But I didn't expect things to turn out this way. How did you get out of that lake..."
"Hey, I'm telling you, Finn." Katina revealed a cruel smile. "You don't seem to understand your situation."
"Wait, wait." The man hurriedly reached out his hand. "Perhaps, perhaps I can help you. My knowledge of monsters might be able to help you."
"Ha, no need, I don't want to be fooled by you a second time. You know Emily can't swim, while I'm an excellent swimmer, so you deliberately provoked me into the bottom of that lake, while simultaneously scheming against Emily, who was in love with you, completely unsuspecting, and all alone. Humph, you're something else. I wouldn't feel safe having someone like you around."
"What do you mean?"
"It's simple." Katina smiled, "You can die now."
The female warrior's eyes revealed boundless killing intent.
"Wait, Katina." Suddenly, the female mage rushed forward and stopped the female warrior.
"What are you doing? Do you still want to protect this man?"
"No, who would want to protect this heartless man!" Emily glared fiercely at the poet, "But I still need him to do one thing for me, to remove the uterine worms from my body." The female mage's face flushed.
"I see." Katina nodded.
"Emily, you're so clever. Once I'm dead, very few people will be able to remove the uterine worms from your body. Sooner or later, you'll be tortured to death by the worms because you can't release your lust."
"Stop nagging, are you going to do it or not?" The female mage gritted her teeth.
"..." The poet smiled smugly without saying a word.
"Hmph, what did I say? This kind of trick might work on a countess like Chris, but it won't work on me." Unexpectedly, Katina's smile was even more wicked than his. The female warrior directly swung her trident and plunged it into the poet's left arm, pinning the man to the ground, causing him to scream in pain.
"Now?" Katina stomped on the man's stomach a few times triumphantly.
"I'll do it, I'll do it." He surrendered.
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After the spell ended, the female mage collapsed weakly to the ground and was helped up by Katina.
"How are you feeling?"
"Much better, I'm just a little weak." Emily smiled and tossed her red hair, looking around. "This place is really a bit eerie." In this swamp covered with a lot of rotten wood and corpses, tall branches spiraled upwards, blocking out the sky, making this underground swamp perpetually dark. The demonic creatures that roamed everywhere, as well as the white bones and rotting corpses that could be seen everywhere, witnessed the deaths of one adventurer after another.
"You just realized?" Katina chuckled, then pointed her trident directly at the poet. "Alright, our handsome poet, I think you can die now."
"It seems I have no other choice," the poet sighed. "You're such a realist, leaving me no opening. Under normal circumstances, I'd probably just have to obediently accept my fate."
"Under normal circumstances? What do you mean?" Just as Katina alertly raised her weapon, she didn't notice a huge shadow lunging at them from behind. Suddenly, Katina felt as if she were being tightly bound by something, but strangely, although she felt like she was being bound, she had almost no tactile sensation, as if she were being entangled in air.
"What I mean is, it seems the gods are on my side," the poet laughed smugly.
"Ah, what is this?" the female warrior cried out in surprise. She noticed that Emily beside her was doing the same, but this time she saw clearly that what was firmly gripping Emily was a hideous undead. It had a misty body, and she could vaguely see its fierce face and skeletal hands. It had no lower body, as if it were wrapped in a misty cloak.
"A...an undead?" Emily suddenly remembered that in this pitch-black swamp filled with rotting wood and corpses, the appearance of such a spirit-like monster was to be expected. The female mage had only forgotten this because she was so eager to force the poet to remove the palace worms from her body.
"Then, what should we do?" Katina struggled against the spirit in the air, but it was as if she was struggling against a shadow, a power in the void, which made her completely powerless.
"Fire, fire." Emily had just managed to utter these words when the poet rushed up and punched her in the stomach, causing the girl to bend over and struggle in pain.
"Why are these spirits only attacking us?" Katina had barely uttered that one word when she suddenly cried out in embarrassment. The invisible spirit, through the warrior's light armor, reached its ethereal hand into her breast and began to gently caress it. There was no physical contact, only a sensation like a gentle breeze, yet it still made the warrior extremely sensitive.
"What... what's going on?" The blonde warrior struggled, her breastplate slipping down, exposing her two firm, beautiful breasts, which swayed gently under the spirit's touch.
"Because these aren't ordinary undead. We like to call them 'lust spirits.' They're evil thoughts born from corpses that had a particular craving for sex in life. They're born of lust and feed on lust, so their targets are only young and beautiful women like you."
"Was all of this your doing?"
"No, do you remember what I said? This forest possesses power and magic far beyond our comprehension. Neither I nor you can fight it. Its power is beyond your imagination—incomparably strong, incomparably evil."
"Damn it, how could I be attacked by these mere undead..." Katina's hands were bound. She angrily twisted her proud, slender body, struggling amidst the lust spirits' encirclement. Her snow-white, sensual flesh became even more alluring in the darkness.
"Ah, don't touch me there!" Emily screamed as well. The sorceress's frail body was also firmly gripped by a huge, sensual spirit. Her legs were tightly pressed together, but she still couldn't stop the intrusion of this invisible creature. The spirit extended a part of its body and slowly invaded the sorceress's lower body, then reached into her most sensitive area. Instantly, a cool, ethereal sensation, as if being gently caressed by air, washed over her, making the poor sorceress go limp all over.
"How is it, you two charming ladies, how does it feel to be violated by these ethereal forms?" The poet sneered, clutching his stabbed arm.
"It's so itchy, don't do this." Emily could no longer bear the invasion of her honeyed orifice. She knelt weakly on the swamp, her face flushed, and even a little saliva dripped from the mage's beautiful lips.
However, the lustful spirits would not easily let go of their prey. The lustful spirit that had grabbed Emily moved its target upwards, just like the female warrior Katina. Its invisible body began to envelop the girl's erect breasts, then slowly contracted, like an invisible hand made of spiritual energy, constantly teasing the mage's breasts. Through the invisible spirit, one could clearly see the mage's pink nipples becoming erect.
"Ah, ugh!" On the other side, the female warrior Katina also let out a mournful cry. The lustful spirit that attacked her body was obviously not satisfied with teasing the girl's breasts. It not only entered Katina's private parts as well, but also slowly seeped its ethereal body into her anus, beginning to slowly flow and caress.
"It feels like...it feels like the air itself is invading me." Katina gritted her teeth, trying to resist the stimulation with her willpower. Indeed, the intrusion of these spirits was not as intense as the water-touch fish before, but rather like a slow, gentle undercurrent, continuously teasing and stimulating her—a completely different feeling.
"Ugh!" The girl cried out again. This time, the spirits were attacking her mouth. They had no physical form, but in some ways, they were more powerful than any physical entity. However, when the spirits tried to pry open Katina's mouth, the warrior sadly discovered that she could not stop them no matter how hard she tried. She could only let her mouth open wide, and then a cold, damp air entered her mouth, churning and pushing deeper and deeper.
"Desire spirits feed on women's sexual desires. They enjoy violating and humiliating women, draining their life force through their orgasms. There have been many cases in various countries where women have been inexplicably attacked. It is said that when the victims are found, they are collapsed on the ground, disheveled, and in severe cases, they have lost control of their lower body or even died, as if they had been ruthlessly violated. I think these are all the work of desire spirits."
The poet smiled and disappeared into the darkness. "It's a pity, though I feel a little sorry. The two ladies are so alluring. If I could, I really wouldn't want to give them to these dead souls. But unfortunately, I don't have the strength to fight against these powerful spirits right now, and there's also an untamed priestess waiting for me to train. So, farewell, you two."
The desire spirit that was violating Emily suddenly turned its head and made a gesture that seemed to be a show of defiance towards the poet. Instantly, a cold wind swept violently towards the young man. The poet smiled coldly and then disappeared into the darkness.
After the troublesome man left, the lustful spirit returned to continue its violation of the female mage, from her breasts to her vulva, then her anus and mouth. The female mage tragically discovered that her entire body was enveloped by this ethereal soul; it was all-pervasive, able to arbitrarily violate any part of her body, and she was powerless to resist. Who can fight against thin air?
The evil soul began to move again. Katina, who was being violated nearby, once more let out a low, mournful cry. Her snow-white, slender body trembled violently, her beautiful long legs intertwined, her eyes wide open, as if experiencing unprecedented pain. This was understandable, because the lustful spirit was no longer satisfied with violating the few orifices of the female warrior's body; it began to advance into the girl's interior.
The ethereal body easily penetrated the girl's flesh, and the spirit slowly climbed upwards from the orifice in her lower body, then began to seep into her uterus. The spirit formed the shape of a hand around the uterus, then, like a clenched fist, squeezed against the girl's uterus.
"Ugh!" The female warrior convulsed. Katina never dreamed that her body would be violated from within. It was a terrifying experience beyond her comprehension. Her stomach slowly contracted, and she felt like vomiting.
"Ugh!" The other spirit was clearly in the same state. The female mage shook her red hair frantically in fear, her face streaked with tears, and wet urine could be seen flowing from Emily's genitals. Her abdomen was visibly swollen, as if an invisible hand was constantly manipulating and caressing inside the girl's body.
"Ah, ah, ah..." The female warrior also lost control of her bladder under this immense fear. Golden urine flowed from Katina's slender legs, soaking the ground along her thighs. But the evil spirits still had no intention of letting the two girls go. They continued to penetrate deeper into the girls' bodies, and the eerie winds blowing around them flowed like the mocking laughter of these undead.
The spirit continued its penetration, reaching deep into the uterus, stomach, mouth, and even the inside of the breasts. The evil spirit wouldn't miss any opportunity to violate the girl. Katina helplessly arched her beautiful body, hoping to alleviate the pain of this internal invasion. She felt as if all her organs were dislocated, moved and squeezed at will, and each attack on her sensitive spots brought her to the brink of ecstasy.
"Ah!" Beside her, Emily trembled, her beautiful body arching backward, convulsing, her head shaking, followed by a cry mixed with pleasure and pain. Under the invisible stimulation, the female mage reached her physiological climax.
"What will become of us?" Katina looked helplessly at her companion who had reached her peak, her heart filled with despair and helplessness. But this was only for a moment; the evil spirit began to move again, advancing and penetrating deeper.
Deep within the swamp, in this place filled with eerie white bones and decaying wood, a bizarre scene could be seen. Two alluring and sexy bodies twisted and struggled helplessly in the depths of darkness, manipulated into various shapes.
But their abusers were not powerful beasts, but two invisible souls. Their elusive bodies made the two girls appear as if violated by nothingness, their snow-white flesh trembling as they struggled beneath the dark swamp, looking incredibly alluring, yet utterly incomprehensible.
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On the other side of the swamp, Priestess Melfa lay within a massive magical barrier. The poet Fin stood beside her, coldly observing the now fallen and alluring priestess.
"This bone-substitution spell hasn't been used for a long time. It requires a great deal of precious materials and effort, yet it has no real effect; it's practically a useless spell. But now… I've suddenly thought of an interesting use, Melfa. I think you should be glad you're the first."
"You, what do you want to do?" The priestess shrank back in fear.
"I told you, an interesting experiment." The poet laughed, a laugh so captivating, yet so cruel.

(Thirteen) The Skeleton

"Alright, Melfa, spread your legs." The poet lewdly commanded the priestess before him.
"You, what nonsense are you spouting?" Ordered to assume such a lewd posture, the priestess naturally refused, glaring fiercely at the man.
"Don't want to move, is that it? But unfortunately, you have no choice now." The poet smiled and shook his finger. "Friend, teach our proud priestess what to do now."
Beside the poet, a skull floated in the air, faint magical light emanating from within.
"Yes, I will let her know her situation." The skull responded.
"Ah, what's happening to my body?" The priestess suddenly realized that her legs were slowly spreading apart on their own, without her consent. "What's wrong with my legs?" Melfa panicked. She looked at her thighs, which were gradually parting, and desperately tried to close them.
"My legs won't obey me!" the priestess cried out in fear. She tried her best to stop her legs, but she could only suppress them to a limited extent. Her full legs continued to spread apart little by little.
"This is quite a good start." The poet leered at the priestess before him, who was awkwardly spreading her legs, exposing her private parts. He licked his lips with satisfaction at the look of fear, helplessness, and shame on her beautiful face.
"Next, put your hands down, and then into your lewd hole. I want you to masturbate here."
"You're dreaming." The priestess had barely uttered those words when her hands moved on their own, obeying the poet's commands, slowly descending to her genitals, gently parting her shameful labia, and inserting her delicate fingers one by one.
"Friend, our priestess probably doesn't know how to masturbate yet, but you'll teach her, won't you?" The poet said with a smile to the skull beside him. "By the way, what's your name?"
"Denim, hehe, I'll teach this chick how to be a whore, my master." Although the voice was rather monotonous, the skeleton's personality was clearly evident in its tone.
"Ah, no, don't touch me there." Her fingers moved involuntarily, teasing her private parts. The priestess blushed, watching her hands shamelessly fondle her genitals, her face turning red to her ears, looking like she was about to cry.
"A very good expression, I like it." The poet nodded with a smile.
"Ah, ah, ah... no, it itches so much there, please, don't move anymore." The priestess lowered her head, gritting her teeth to suppress the pleasure in her lower body. She desperately wanted her hands to stop, but no matter how hard she tried, she could only slow down their movements to a limited extent; the control was still in someone else's hands.
Bone Replacement Spell, a forbidden dark magic, rarely learned, and even less used. This is because casting this spell requires not only a large amount of precious magical talent but also a long preparation ritual. This magic is extremely difficult to master, but the fundamental problem is that it has no special function; what use is replacing the bones inside the body?
However, Finn, the summoner of the monsters, came up with an interesting idea: split skeletons. These anomalies of skeletons, created through dark magic, not only possess self-awareness but can also manipulate their own body parts with this consciousness, levit briefly with the aid of magic to launch attacks.
But a skeleton is ultimately just a skeleton. Whether split skeletons or ordinary skeletons, their threat to powerful warriors remains unchanged, so they are not actually very useful.
However, if bone replacement magic is used to replace parts of the opponent's body, then these magically powerful bones can freely manipulate the victim's body. Although the victim can use their nerves to restrict some of their movements, the ultimate control ultimately rests with the split skeleton. So now, the priestess whose hand and leg bones have been replaced is actually controlled by this split skeleton named Denim.
"Beg me, beg me for what? Hehe, it's your own hands that are moving." Denim chuckled maliciously, mocking the helpless priestess before him.
"What a lewd act, Melfa. I never imagined that our priestess, a confidante of the Archbishop, would pose in such a lewd manner. It's truly alluring." The poet nodded in agreement.
"You, you despicable scoundrel, Fen." Nearby, Xue Lian, who had just recovered, lay weakly on the ground, watching the priestess's humiliation.
"Oh, charming foreign lady, do you want to try it too?" The poet's eyes revealed a threat.
"..." Xue Lian lowered her head, remaining silent.
"Ah, ah, ah, it's so itchy, please, stop, stop, I can't take it anymore." As she spoke, the priestess, with her willpower waning, thrust her hands faster and faster. Her beautiful fingers moved in and out of her wet, moist orifice, each thrust accompanied by drops of honeyed fluid flowing from the opening, her expression indescribably lewd.
"Denim, let me see your manipulation skills again. I want this woman to stand here with her legs spread wide, masturbating until she climaxes without collapsing. Can you do that?"
"Of course, my master." The skeleton chuckled.
And so, with the help of magic, Priestess Merfa could only watch helplessly as she assumed this shameless position, her hands constantly caressing and manipulating her own genitals, faster and faster, the posture becoming increasingly lewd. Gradually, her legs grew tired from the position, yet she couldn't change it. Her body grew increasingly hot, the lust in her chest burning her soul like a lone boat in a blizzard, ravaging her body and mind.
"Stop, stop, don't continue, I'm almost there, almost there..." The priestess finally couldn't endure the torment any longer. She cried out, but no matter how hard she tried, the hands beneath her body didn't stop. They continued to move. The poor woman was like a flesh puppet manipulated by threads, her limbs arbitrarily controlled, her legs spread wide, using her own hands in an extremely lewd posture to bring herself to the peak of sexual desire...
"Ah!" After reaching the climax, the priestess slumped her head weakly. Although she was completely exhausted, her body was still out of control. Her snow-white, plump thighs were still spread apart on the swampy ground, her slender hands still constantly stroking her genitals, a perfect image of a lewd whore.
Seeing the priestess in such a wretched state, Finn smiled with satisfaction. He turned around and ordered Denim to stop manipulating the priestess's body.
"Hey, you whore priestess, come here and pick me up," Denim ordered, after all, it was just a skull and couldn't float in the air for long. So the priestess could only obediently hold the skull that had just humiliated her, cradling it in her hands like a precious jewel.
"Xue Lian, I think you've rested enough. Stand up and follow me," the poet said with a gentle smile.
"Ah!" Xue Lian's body, which had just stood up, suddenly went limp. It turned out that the uterine worms inside her had been controlled by the poet, suddenly stimulating the girl's sensitive areas, causing the unsuspecting girl to fall to the ground.
"What's wrong?" The poet looked at the beautiful woman who had fallen to the ground with a flushed face with ill intent.
"You, what exactly do you want to do to me?" Xue Lian bit her lip, her eyes wet.
"What do I want to do to you?" The poet turned around with a smile. "Is that all there is to it? Your excellent magical physique is my best tool. You will be the catalyst for my magic, the carrier of my research, the best toy. This is your future destiny. Aren't you satisfied?" "
Then what about these two beautiful women over here?" Denim said.
"Those two bitches?" The poet touched the wound on his arm with resentment; the simply bandaged area still hurt. "Let those two women be played with by the lustful spirits. Once the mortal spirits are done with them, other demons can take their turn. Anyway, this forest is never short of such things."
"Not taking them with you?" Denim seemed somewhat regretful.
"Even I don't want to fight these powerful souls, and I can't control so many women at once. Taking two women who might betray me at any moment wouldn't do me any good. Let them be raped to death." The poet spoke as if it were none of his business.
"You, you demon." The girl uttered softly.
"You flatter me. Well then, I'd be happy to show you what hell is like, charming foreign lady." The poet smiled, stroked the girl's tear-reddened face, and turned away triumphantly.
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"Chris!" Mercenary Will sheathed his sword and found Chris resting by a tree in the forest, sword in hand. Her long orange hair was disheveled and draped over her shoulders, her armor was tattered, and she was surrounded by the corpses of goblins and orcs. The female knight sat there exhausted, panting heavily.
"Are you alright? I really don't understand why you were pushing yourself so hard. Look at yourself, covered in wounds and so weak." The man looked at the exhausted female knight with pity.
"Time is running out. I can feel... the enemies are increasing... and we're getting closer and closer to our destination." Chris spoke intermittently, clearly struggling to keep up.
“Yes, Shizuru said so too.” Will shrugged. “But I’m a mercenary. Perhaps I can’t understand your thoughts. I don’t understand what makes you so persistent, completely disregarding your own safety.”
“I am a knight of Brest. I have sworn an oath to dedicate myself, even my life, to my country. What is this kind of obstacle?” The female knight said, her expression clearly filled with pride.
“Is that so? Isn’t there any other reason?” The mercenary looked at the female knight.
“Other reason?” Chris was taken aback, then smiled slightly. “Prince Renn of Brest, we made a promise. He trusts me and even lent me the legendary Blazing Demon Sword. I can’t let him down.”
“The Lion Prince of Brest?” Will looked at Chris thoughtfully. The female knight’s face was slightly flushed. “He’s not just your boss, but also your first love, right?”
“Peeping into other people’s minds is a bad habit.” The female knight glared at him, but did not deny it.
"The King of Brest greatly values my father, so I grew up with Prince Renn from a young age. We were childhood playmates, receiving our court education together, training in the army together, and growing up together. The prince is an exceptionally outstanding man. I watched him grow from a little boy into a tall, handsome, intelligent, strong, and talented man, widely loved and supported by his people. I admire him from the bottom of my heart." "
Oh, since you two are so close, aren't you going to confess your feelings?"
"Unfortunately, the prince already has someone he loves." Chris sighed sadly. "Do you know the Sapphire of the Allied Kingdom?"
"Sapphire? Princess Lindis of Aseleia? Of course, she's a famous beauty."
"If, if the prince had fallen in love with another girl, perhaps I would still feel resentful." The female knight leaned her head against the tree, shaking her head self-deprecatingly.
“But Princess Lindis is different from ordinary girls. She is the darling of the gods, the jewel of the Allied Nations. She is far more beautiful than me. Her eyes are clear blue, gentle as water, and her hair is a radiant, silky gold, not my orange-yellow.”
“Not only in appearance, but her intelligence, her gentleness, her talent, and her temperament have deeply impressed me. Our Western Alliance’s martial arts tournament is held every three years, during which the most beautiful and beloved girl in the Alliance is chosen to be the embodiment of love and beauty. Each girl can only play this role once in her life, but only Princess Lindis was strongly recommended by the people of the Allied Nations and was re-elected for a second time. She is far superior to me, so it is only natural that the prince falls in love with her.”
“So you are insecure and dare not express your love to him, and only want to be his sword, his confidante, protecting him from behind, is that right?”
“Will…” Clearly, the mercenary saw through her thoughts.
“But, Chris, you are you. In my eyes, you are no less than any other girl,” Will said softly.
"No, that's because you haven't met Princess Lindis. She's a girl more beautiful and kind than anyone else, captivating and of noble birth. I can't compare to her, and perhaps no girl in the entire Allied Nation can match her."
"I also grew up in the Allied Nation. How could I not have seen Princess Sapphire, who's so famous?" The man shook his head. "Indeed, I admit she's a refined and captivating girl, and her gentleness and intelligence are not undeserved. But in my eyes, Princess Sapphire is just a pathetic caged bird."
"What do you mean?" The female knight's eyes widened.
"That Sapphire Princess, can't you see? Her entire life, her very existence, is about fulfilling her duties. From the moment she was born, she was surrounded by all sorts of halos, playing whatever others needed. In other words, this poor girl is just a puppet of the entire Allied Powers." "
But at least she has the prince's love. Prince Renn loves her deeply, even arguing with his parents time and time again for her." The female knight smiled sadly. "For Princess Lindis, the prince even openly rejected marriage proposals from other royal princesses under the watchful eyes of the gods. The prince is brave and fearless on the battlefield, but in matters of the heart, he's like a big boy. His love is deeper than anyone else's, but unfortunately, it's not for me." "
In my eyes, it's just a sign of immaturity," Will scoffed. "It's because of his indecisiveness that things have come to this, even forcing the woman who loves him to risk her life for him. If he were a man, he would make a decisive choice." "
No, you're just a mercenary, so you can act without restraint," the female knight shook her head.
"But the prince is different. The complex political marriages within the allied nations are unavoidable for any royal family. Yet, even so, the prince still made his choice. But then, the Kingdom of Aseria suddenly fell, and Princess Lindis was kidnapped to the distant desert land of 'Seraman.' I heard... now that pure sapphire princess has become a whore who can be played with by anyone. There are countless rumors about her: a prostitute princess, a dog's bride, and many more unspeakable tales..."
"That's not surprising. Flowers grown in greenhouses can't withstand much hardship."
"No, neither the prince nor I would believe that the pure and kind Princess Lindis could have fallen so low. She must have been framed." The female knight defended her rival. "So the prince is in pain and feels guilty. We can't blame him." "
This is the responsibility a king must bear. If he can't bear it, then he's not a king worthy of your support." The mercenary concluded.
"I... I don't know." The female knight shook her head, looking confused.
"Chris, I don't want to question your beliefs and ideals. I'm just a mercenary." The mercenary lowered his head, looking at the girl before him. "I just hope you can overcome your inferiority complex, which makes you eager to prove yourself, thus dragging everyone into danger."
"I..."
"Chris, you are yourself, that somewhat willful and stubborn, earnest and kind-hearted female swordswoman. You can't become Lyndis, and she can't replace you. Believing that is enough."
"Thank you, Will." The female knight nodded with a smile. "I always thought you were just a glib mercenary, but I think I was wrong. I'm very grateful for your help all this time... and for what you've taught me." The girl's face unconsciously flushed as she said this.
"I was just teasing you. If you turned into a gentle girl like Princess Lindis, I'd be just as confused." The mercenary suddenly laughed maliciously. "Where would I find a beautiful, willful countess like you to bicker with then? I love seeing you blush and get angry."
"You scoundrel!" The countess was both embarrassed and angry at the mercenary's sudden change of attitude. She grabbed a stone and threw it at him.
She always hit it so accurately.

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