The Convent of Saintess, Episodes 21-26 (Total 26 Episodes) Author: Wind Howling

*The Convent of the Virgin*

Author: Feng Zhongxiao
Publisher: Xianchuang Culture

Volume 21: The Twins' Fall Chapter 1: Pure Love

In the bedroom of the Virgin Princess of the Twin Palace, two pairs of beautiful twin sisters from the same family are both by Elva's side, facing the threat of simultaneous loss of their virginity.

Luti and Luna, his nieces, are overwhelmed by his aphrodisiac power. Under the watchful eyes of their beautiful aunts, they painfully and excitedly suck on his tongue and penis, their eyes rolling back as Elva's penis thrusts into them. They endure this interplay of pleasure and suffocating pain for an unknown amount of time until they finally feel Elva's body tremble violently as he ejaculates a large amount of semen into Luna's beautiful mouth.

The twin sisters are now in tears, sobbing and swallowing the semen that has been ejaculated into their mouths. Luti, though without semen in her mouth, still mimics her sister's actions in her delirious state, swallowing Elva's saliva.

After ejaculating, Elva breathed a sigh of relief, tore open the nun's robe of the girl beneath him, and reached inside, simultaneously grasping the sisters' smooth breasts, secretly comparing their feel—they were completely identical, without any difference.

Pulling his wet, slippery penis out of the girl's cherry lips, Elva then pressed his dazed, panting sister down beneath him, shoving his penis into her mouth, excitedly performing the pleasurable act of oral sex on her. Feeling the soft, smooth texture of the girl's lips and tongue, and the clumsy, tearful licking of his penis, only fueled his excitement. Their aunt, already stunned and horrified, could only weep bitterly, watching this scene with breathless gasps, her vagina unable to hold back its fluids; Elva could feel the heat of her body.

Looking up at the two young and beautiful nuns, their mature and sensual bodies exuding allure, Elva couldn't suppress himself. He casually pulled both nuns into his arms, kissing them left and right, making a couple of smacking sounds, easily stealing their first kisses.

Isa and Sisa woke up with a start, angrily crying and cursing, their pearly teeth biting his shoulders tightly, but they still couldn't break his flesh. Elva then grabbed them, untied them from the headboard, and quickly tore off their clothes with such force that they couldn't resist.

Soon, the two beautiful nuns' snow-white and slender bodies were exposed to Elva. Their breasts and buttocks, their graceful curves, all made Elva's eyes redden. He couldn't care less about anything else and immediately pounced on them. The thick, hard penis that he had just pulled from Luti's mouth slammed against her aunt's virgin vulva, the glans still covered in her pure saliva, seeping into the crevice.

The two young nuns screamed in shock, and their niece was also jolted awake, rising to her feet and screaming. Semen was still flowing from her rosy lips, making her look utterly lewd and tragically beautiful.

Even Saint Minnie watched this scene with sorrow, tears streaming down her face helplessly. Isa knelt naked beside Elva, her head pounding against his body, crying out in grief and anger. Tears dripped onto him, but she could only watch helplessly as he embraced her twin sister, his thick penis, lubricated by saliva, forcefully thrusting inside, parting her delicate petals, forcing open the tender flesh of her vagina, and tearing her tight opening apart, rupturing her hymen.

Right before the eyes of the other three beautiful nuns, they clearly saw Isa's vagina torn open by the penis, a bright red wound appearing at the entrance of her honeyed orifice, and hot, crimson blood spurting out, splashing onto Luna's face, which was closest to her crotch, making her face bloom like a peach blossom.

At the same time, Isa and Sissa screamed in agony, collapsing onto the bed in pain. Their long, slender legs clamped tightly together, convulsing and trembling. The excruciating pain in their lower bodies felt as if their bodies were being torn apart. Even though Isa wasn't physically injured, the shared agony made her face turn deathly pale, her cherry lips tremble, and she couldn't even utter a curse.

Elva held the beautiful nun beneath him, thrusting into her with ruthless abandon. His thick, hard penis pumped in and out of her virgin orifice, causing the sisters to scream, groan, and weep. Behind him, the two sisters were also screaming and crying, their heads slamming against his buttocks, but this did nothing to harm him. Instead, it increased the force of his thrusts, causing their aunt to scream and cry until her voice became hoarse.

This time, Elva didn't unleash any dark power; he simply indulged his passion, relentlessly thrusting into her. The two beautiful nuns were in excruciating pain, while his two ignorant nieces continued their relentless assault. Finally, filled with grief and sorrow, they opened their cherry-like mouths and desperately bit his buttocks, hoping to tear off a piece of flesh.

His penis, already intensely aroused by the extremely tight and dry passage, was further stimulated by the girls' pearly teeth. Elva finally reached climax, his thick penis thrusting to its deepest point, pressing against the uterus and violently ejaculating, completely filling the pure and devout nun's womb with his scalding semen.

As he ejaculated, he groaned loudly with pleasure, feeling the vaginal canal spasm and tremble, tightly squeezing his penis, experiencing unparalleled pleasure. In the throes of orgasm, he dizzily embraced Isa's body, lowering his head to bite down hard on her smooth breasts, leaving deep teeth marks on her snow-white tender skin.

The simultaneous, excruciating pain in their lower bodies and breasts caused the two beautiful nuns to groan and scream, their delicate bodies trembling violently, their juices involuntarily gushing out and splashing onto Elva's penis.

After ejaculating inside Sissa, out of interest in her twin sister, Elva flipped over and pinned Isa down, grabbing her smooth, white hips and buttocks with both hands, forcefully lifting her up so she was kneeling on the bed in a humiliating doggy-style position. His still-erect, thick penis pressed against her anus, and without any foreplay, using the lubrication of semen and juices, he thrust in hard. Her

beautiful anus was thus brutally torn apart, shooting out a beautiful spurt of blood, which once again landed on Luna's pure face. Her two aunts simultaneously let out earth-shattering screams and cries. Their anuses and genitals were being violated by the thick penis one after another, each place excruciatingly painful, the double blow nearly causing them to faint.

In Elva's view, this was still a favor to them, not deflowering a beautiful woman twice in a row, but rather taking turns. However, for them, sisters were of one mind, and now each could feel the pain of the other being deflowered. The techniques they had cultivated in their twin wombs for many years had become habits and instincts, and at such close range, it was impossible to conceal their senses.

The beautiful nun painfully contracted her anus, trying to break the penis; Elva, on the other hand, was experiencing intense pleasure from the extremely tight anus, shouting excitedly as he fiercely thrust into her tender anus. His penis and the tender anus made the most intimate contact, and he pleasurably thrust countless times in the tight anus. Finally, unable to hold on any longer, he deeply inserted his thick penis into the snow-white jade body, ejaculating his hot semen deep inside the beauty.

After finishing, Elva wasn't satisfied. He grabbed the two young, beautiful sisters, untied them from the headboard, stripped them of their remaining clothes, and pinned them both beneath him. His large, semen-covered penis pressed against their soft, hairless genitals, thrusting forcefully into whichever opening it touched.

As expected, the sisters screamed in agony, tears streaming down their faces, their sobs mingling and blurring their distinctions.

Elva felt as if his genitals were being bitten, gripped by one of their tender openings, experiencing intense pleasure. He excitedly embraced their soft, pink bodies, thrusting his hips relentlessly, lost in ecstasy.

Their aunt, enduring the excruciating pain, sobbed as she struggled to her feet, trying to stop his lewd acts. Unfortunately, although they were untied from the headboard, their arms were still tied behind their backs, preventing them from pushing him away. Their headbutting and biting did not have much effect on Elva; instead, it excited him even more. When the two beautiful nuns bit his buttocks and shoulders, he could not help but tremble violently and ejaculated his hot semen into the unknown virgin's tender hole.

After ejaculating, still unsatisfied, he used his still-erect penis to poke around in the tender young girls' genitals, easily finding a tight, tender opening. Without a word, he thrust it in forcefully, then listened with pleasure to the two young girls screaming loudly, clearly having their virginity defiled once more.

The endless pleasure continued in the twin palaces of the saintess's bedroom. Elva excitedly and joyfully thrust his hips, repeatedly pumping and ejaculating into the tender, virgin openings, deflowering them one by one. He did this four times, ejaculating four times, before finally being satisfied, knowing that these two beautiful girls could no longer be considered virgins.
The delicate and beautiful young girls' voices were hoarse from crying. Their tender openings were torn apart by his penis, blood flowing out, staining large patches of the saintess's bed crimson.

Elva took out a jade bottle, collected the virgin blood inside, and then, regaining his strength, pinned down the two young beauties who were crying and comforting their niece. His erect penis thrust in, plunging into the tender opening with a soft "plop." After a couple of thrusts, sensing that the virginity had been broken, he spat, pulled out, and inserted it into the adjacent tender opening. This time, it was correct; the tightness allowed him to easily discern the essential characteristics of a virgin's opening.

He thrust forward forcefully, shoving his penis inside. Hearing the screams of the two mature beauties, Elva happily arched his back, rapidly thrusting in and out of the extremely tight opening until he reached the peak of excitement, finally ejaculating deep into their bodies.

Saintess Minnie curled up in her warm bed, clear tears streaming from her eyes. She watched sadly as her personal maids were pierced one by one, their hymens broken, their anuses bleeding from the penetration of penises, staining the bed she and her sister had shared red. Her tears, like those of the nuns, fell onto the clean sheets.

That night, Elva embraced the two pairs of half-twins, fucking them relentlessly, breaking their virginity four, eight, or twelve times—he couldn't remember. He only remembered ejaculating more than once in each of the beauties' honeyed orifices, until Saintess Minnie straddled him, her beautiful anus enveloping his large penis, rapidly stroking it, writhing in ecstasy and screaming wantonly. The two pairs of twins looked at her with sorrowful eyes, tears streaming down their faces in despair, until they both fainted in shock and pain.

The army marched forward, its might deafening, countless footsteps pounding the ground, stirring up towering dust that filled the heavens and earth.

Saint Dorothy, riding a tall and majestic warhorse and surrounded by countless armored soldiers, rode forward at the center of the column. Her beautiful face was cold and indifferent, like a towering iceberg, making her unapproachable.

She had poured all her efforts into her newly formed Taurus Army for this northern expedition.

In the north, the Twin Army, led by Saint Gurney, had won victory after victory, conquering one defiant noble castle after another, gradually approaching Prince Edward's actual control. To prevent her from advancing alone, Saint Dorothy had to immediately lead her army to support her, preparing to invade the north from both the left and right flanks.

The military objectives were, firstly, to expand her territory, bringing more subjects under the rule of the Southern Six Palaces; secondly, to find an opportunity to conquer the capital, slay the evil sorcerers, rescue all the captured saints and nuns, and rebuild the glory of the Saint Dorothy Convent.

Although her heart was filled with the desire to kill Elwa and deep sorrow for Saintess Velvet and the others, Saintess Dorothy was unwilling to be greedy and rash. She repeatedly sent messages to Saintess Guni, advising her to slow down the advance and avoid falling into enemy ambushes.

She led her army northward, and along the way, local people came to welcome her. Seeing Saintess Dorothy's majestic and heroic appearance amidst the vast army, they couldn't help but admire and worship her, firmly believing that this saintess was indeed the real Saintess Dorothy. Otherwise, who else could be so heroic and beautiful, possessing the martial prowess of a grandmaster?

This was because they had never seen Elwa. If they had seen him impersonating Saintess Elsa, they would have believed he was the true messenger of the Goddess of Life, and that those in the south were rebels. In terms of holy aura, Elwa was in no way inferior to any true saintess.

Bearing the worshipful and awe-inspiring gazes of countless people and soldiers, Saintess Dorothy's face remained cold, but her heart was filled with bitterness. Although she appears glamorous on the surface, who knows the unbearable humiliation she endured, the shameful act of sucking Elva's semen and urine to quench her thirst, living such a degrading and humiliating life?

Even now, when no one is around, she still secretly hides in her bedchamber for pleasurable masturbation. Although she weeps with pain and remorse after each sobering moment, once inside the bedchamber, she cannot resist, her trembling hands reaching for her virgin vulva, beginning a new round of masturbation.

The magic circle designed by the Capricorn Saintess, while repairing her hymen, had not completely expelled the dark power accumulated within her due to the influence of the Guni Saintess; new dark power had been added. Now, as time passes, it resurfaces, impacting her extremely sensitive body after being altered by the aphrodisiac, making her unable to resist the temptation of lust. She can only masturbate with tears in her eyes and in humiliation, immersing herself again and again in the pleasure of orgasm, unable to extricate herself.

Although she was now clad in fine heavy armor and riding a horse, Saint Dorothy couldn't help but feel her cheeks burning. Recalling her wanton cries during masturbation, she felt utterly ashamed. A faint itch stirred in her groin, and before her eyes floated the hateful smiling face of Elva, as if smugly saying, "See? Even if you escaped, you can't escape my grasp. Now I'm using your hand to rape you. What? Not satisfied?" Staring

angrily at the illusory face in the air, Saint Dorothy almost ground her teeth to powder. But within the army, she couldn't vent her anger. She could only grit her teeth, lead the army forward, and simultaneously keep her legs tightly closed to prevent too much of her juices from flowing out. After

marching for a full day, Saint Dorothy ordered camp to be set up. Finally free from the image of that imposing commander, she hurriedly hid in her tent, pulled down her trousers, and prepared to commit her lustful act.

To avoid being discovered, her first priority was to drive everyone far away, preventing anyone from approaching. Setting up a soundproof barrier was a minor matter, not some powerful magic; as a saintess, she could easily cast it. She

hastily removed all her armor, lying naked on the bed. Her large breasts were already overflowing with milk. To prevent the milk from wetting her clothes and blankets, she covered herself with nothing. One hand caressed her breast, while the other trembled as it reached down to her lower body, covering her already thirsty and wet petals.

The saintess's excited screams and moans echoed in the tent. Countless waves of pleasure flowed from her lower body into her heart, making her inexplicably excited, her moans even more seductive and hoarse.

This bedchamber was her kingdom of debauchery, where she could indulge in the pleasures of sex, forgetting everything in the world, only relentlessly pursuing that wonderful feeling of pleasure.

Her debauchery was endless. The only remaining shred of reason prevented her from inserting her fingers too deeply into her honeyed orifice, lest she pierce her newly formed hymen. Her sacred clitoris, already engorged and hardened by her fingertips, was overflowing with nectar, soaking large patches of her fair thighs.

Just as she was immersed in endless pleasure, a figure in military uniform appeared at the entrance to the bedchamber.

The beautiful young woman quietly entered the bedchamber, gazing at the snow-white body writhing excitedly on the bed. Tears of sorrow streamed down her face, soaking the military uniform covering her high, firm breasts.

Just as she had suspected, the holy and noble Saintess, like her, could not suppress her desires and had begun to masturbate herself in this manner.

These past few days, she had been sent elsewhere by Saintess Dorose, and she had long harbored suspicions, suspecting that the Saintess wanted to send her away to avoid stirring up her emotions.

Living alone in a military camp, doing the monotonous work of a liaison officer, Lerian's youthful and vibrant body was often tormented by lust. At night, clutching her blankets, she couldn't sleep, thinking of Saint Dorothy.

Masturbation was something Elva had personally taught her, so the young woman was no stranger to it. Although her body hadn't been altered by aphrodisiacs, the large amount of semen she'd ingested must have accumulated within her, flaring up in the quiet of the night, always leaving her feeling parched. The only way to relieve this torment was through masturbation.

Just last night, while masturbating, she suddenly thought of Saint Dorothy, and a chill ran down her spine. Perhaps her beloved saint was also alone, using this method to relieve her inner turmoil?

Therefore, after setting up camp today, she immediately came to see Saint Dorothy. The soldiers on guard, seeing that she had lied about urgent military matters and knowing that she had fled back from the north with Her Highness the Saintess, dared not stop her and let her pass, thus witnessing this shocking scene.

Clear tears streamed down her beautiful face as Lerian silently walked towards the bed, the rustling sound of her footsteps reaching Saintess Dorothy's ears.

Even immersed in the pleasure of lovemaking, the alertness of a powerful warrior immediately made Saintess Dorothy open her eyes, her honey-stained hand reaching for the sword beside the bed.

Her jade-like hand stopped halfway, her beautiful eyes widening in horror as she stared at Lerian beside the bed, tears already streaming down the girl's delicate face.

Saint Dorothy sat up abruptly, her delicate feet resting on the shoes beside the bed. Looking at the beautiful girl, she exclaimed, "Lerian, what happened to you?" As soon as the words left her lips, she realized she was completely naked, her fingers stained with breast milk and honey. Her body trembled violently, overwhelmed with shame, her mind reeling.

The beautiful girl in military uniform, tears streaming down her face, knelt before her, leaning forward. Her delicate, flower-like lips gently kissed the equally delicate petals.

A warm, soft sensation spread from the petals. Saint Dorothy was struck dumb, her beautiful eyes widening as she looked down at the beautiful girl beneath her, utterly bewildered. Only a tidal wave of pleasure surged through her, quickly engulfing her completely.

A pure young girl knelt between the Saintess's legs, gently kissing her beautiful petals as if kissing a lover's lips. Her delicate tongue emerged from her cherry lips, tenderly licking the tender flesh of her opening, sucking the nectar flowing from her flower path drop by drop into her mouth, swallowing it with tender affection.

Saintess Dorothy's jade-like hands rose, trembling as she pressed them against her head, her voice hoarse, "No, Lerian, ah, no..."

Though she cried out like this, the intense pleasure as the beautiful girl's smooth tongue gently licked the tender flesh of her opening overwhelmed her reason, making it impossible for her hands to push the girl away. Instead, she trembled and hugged the girl tightly, tears of regret and excitement streaming down her face, falling onto the beautiful girl's black hair.

Kneeling between the legs of her beloved Saintess, Lerian displayed her unparalleled flute skills, as if she were playing the flute before, gently licking the tender opening with her fragrant tongue. Her movements became more and more skillful, giving the Saintess increasingly intense pleasure.

This exquisitely beautiful girl, like a puppy, licked the Saintess's tender vulva, causing Saintess Dorothy to tremble and weep uncontrollably, clinging to her. The girl's tongue licked faster and faster, making Saintess Dorothy stifle her screams and moans. The pleasure was far superior to masturbation. A

clear, melodious scream echoed in the commander's tent. Saintess Dorothy tightly embraced the beautiful girl's head, her legs pressed together, and a rapid stream of nectar gushed from between her thighs, spraying it into her mouth and onto her face.

After trembling for a long time, Saintess Dorothy collapsed weakly onto the bed, tears of shame streaming down her face, staining the clean sheets.

Looking at the Saintess's curvaceous and fit body, the girl smiled slightly. She stood by the bed and calmly took off her clothes until she was completely naked. Then she gently climbed onto the bed, parted Saintess Dorose's long, slender legs, and pressed her snow-white and delicate body against her.

The beautiful saintess felt something strange on her body. Her lower petals were pressed and rubbed by another tender petal, and a wave of pleasure surged through her. She opened her eyes in panic and looked at the beautiful girl who was kissing her in a daze.

She cried out, "Lelian, no, we can't do this..." The beautiful girl, who believed in the god of war, was driven by the demonic desire in her heart and committed an act of desecration against the saintess. However, under the burning desire, she trembled and moaned, "Your Highness, I can't hold back anymore! These days, I've been thinking about you every day and can't sleep..."

The saintess Dorothy's strong and powerful body was now as soft as cotton, and she couldn't muster any strength. She could only turn her face away and silently shed tears, thinking, "I never thought that I would be raped by Lelian..." Although the pleasure from her lower body made her dizzy, her dignity as a saintess made her unable to endure it. Suddenly, a force surged from her body, and she flipped over and pressed Lelian down, beginning her fierce attack on her.

Lelian was enjoying herself immensely when she was suddenly pinned down on the bed. Her beautiful eyes widened in surprise as she stared at Lelian's flushed, exquisite face. She then felt her soft petals rubbing intensely against her own tender opening, far more powerfully than when she was ravaging her.

These two stunningly beautiful women were locked in a passionate lovemaking, reveling in the intense pleasure of their union. The pain and longing of their separation transformed into boundless passion, causing them to weep and kiss wildly, pouring all their love into each other during their lovemaking.

All the dark forces erupted in the blazing fire of desire. Saint Dorothy, her beautiful eyes reddening, gasped and rolled over, pressing herself against the girl's delicate body. Her slender fingers pressed against the open opening, forcefully inserting, and amidst the girl's soft, wanton cries, she thrust in and out with pleasure, simultaneously sucking on her clitoris with her cherry-like lips, her tongue licking it vigorously, sending waves of pleasure crashing over the beautiful, fragile girl.

No matter how strong she had been before, beneath the Saintess, Lerian was like a pitiful lamb, completely at her mercy. The rapid insertion of her jade-like fingers made Lerian tremble and weep, savoring the exquisite pleasure of being utterly conquered by the Saintess.

Her beautiful, cherry-like lips trembled as she kissed Saintess Dorothy's petals, a sweet, passionate kiss, sucking the nectar within, her tongue probing and licking, allowing Saintess Dorothy to experience extreme pleasure even as she was being fingered.

Two stunning beauties engaged in passionate intercourse in a 69 position. Saintess Dorothy's eyes welled with clear tears of excitement as she trembled and moaned, "Lelian, insert your fingers!"

As she spoke, she lowered her head, trembling, and forcefully sucked on the girl's clitoris. Her jade-like fingers plunged deep into the tender opening, sending a jolt through Lelian's mind. She could think of nothing else but instinctively obey her command. Her two slender, jade-like fingers pressed together at the entrance of the opening, and she pushed them in with all her might.

In her dazed state, Lelian clearly felt her fingertips touch a thin membrane, but because that newly formed membrane was too fragile, it was forcefully pierced by her jade-like fingers. The tightly closed flower path was also torn apart by her fingers, and blood flowed out, splattering onto her jade-like cheeks and cherry lips, and into her mouth.

Tasting the Saintess's virgin blood, Lerian stared in horror, her voice trembling as she screamed, "Saintess Dorothy, you...you..."

Saintess Dorothy's beautiful face was contorted with pain, yet she still smiled sadly and said softly, "It's newly grown. Lerian, my virginity has been taken by you, and I'm glad..." Saying these self-deceiving words, she kissed the corner of her lips with tears in her eyes, her tongue probing into the tender flesh of the opening, thrusting and licking forcefully, trying to convince herself that Lerian was indeed the first person to take her virginity.

Moved to tears, Lerian, overwhelmed with love for Saint Dorothy, kissed her virginity without hesitation, swallowing the virgin blood and sweet nectar flowing from within. (

Episode 21: Twins' Fall, Chapter 2: Escape from the Demon

's Lair) While Saint Dorothy was wildly enjoying the pleasures of sex, Philon, once her closest assistant, wept helplessly, forced to endure Elva's further violation. The

mature and beautiful woman was forced to kneel on the hard floor, her snow-white, soft buttocks raised high, enduring Elva's violent thrusts from behind. Her chaste flower was rubbed hard by the thick penis, burning like fire; pain and pleasure surged together, causing her to cry out in both agony and ecstasy, twisting her snow-white body to meet his penis, her smooth, fragrant buttocks pressed tightly against Elva's hips, allowing him to ejaculate large amounts of semen into her body.

At this moment, Lerian was excitedly and movedly licking Saint Dorothy's honeypot, even teasing her ravaged anus with the tip of her tongue, gently sucking, expressing solace and pity for her past tragic life.

Like her, the beautiful Countess knelt behind Elva, licking his rear, ensuring that the anuses of both the former and current Saintesses of Taurus were nourished by the sweet saliva of a beauty from the same family.

Being licked in the rear, Elva's mood improved even more. His wet penis, covered in semen and vaginal fluid, had just been pulled from Philon's honeypot, moved only slightly upwards, and then smoothly inserted into her anus, allowing this beautiful chrysanthemum of Taurus to bloom in the Saintess's bedroom.

This room was originally Saint Dorothy's bedroom. Here, Elva was having sex with her most trusted assistant. Feeling quite pleased, he pinned Philon to the ground and vigorously penetrated her anus, ejaculating deep inside her snowy body. Then, excitedly, he thrust his penis into her mouth, his shaft plunging straight down her throat, causing her to choke and faint from the violent thrusting.

Elva ejaculated into her mouth, most of his semen going directly into her esophagus as her sustenance. Not yet satisfied, he carried the Countess to the bed, spread her legs, and thrust his penis deep into her honeyed passage, fucking her with unbridled pleasure.

While Lerian was enjoying her lovemaking with Saint Dorothy, her young mother was lying on Saint Dorothy's bed, being brutally fucked by the current Saintess of Taurus, experiencing no less ecstasy than she did.

In the midst of boundless joy, the Taurus Saintesses of the North and South, separated by a thousand miles, simultaneously reached their climax. Embracing the beautiful woman who bore her striking resemblance, they trembled violently, ejaculating their hot fluids into each other's mouths.

Inside the bedchamber, the two stunningly beautiful women embraced, panting softly, savoring the afterglow of their climax. They also shared sweet kisses, their smooth tongues teasing and licking each other, their feelings reaching a fever pitch.

But then a throbbing pain surged from her breasts. Saintess Dorothy's brows furrowed slightly, and a soft moan escaped her delicate nose.

Lelian, who was pressing her firm breasts against Dorothy's, snapped back to reality, removing her lips from Dorothy's and looking down at the swollen, snow-white breasts. A few drops of pure white milk oozed from the nipples.

Facing Lelian's questioning gaze, Saint Dorothy smiled wryly, "My breasts have been swollen terribly these past few days, and some have even leaked out..."

Understanding the Saint's predicament, Lelian's beautiful eyes gradually filled with tears. Thinking of the pain Lelian had endured from engorged breasts these past few days, the girl's heart ached terribly. She silently lowered her head, her cherry-like lips gently taking the swollen, rosy nipple into her mouth. Her smooth, fragrant tongue lightly licked the tip of the nipple, gently sucking, feeling the sweet milk flow into her mouth, filled with an exciting sensation.

Saint Dorothy's beautiful eyes widened in surprise as she looked down at the gentle girl, feeling the milk flow from her nipple. A feeling of relaxed bliss washed over her, bringing tears to her eyes. She hugged Lelian tightly, sobbing softly, her soft, full breasts pressed against the girl's delicate nose, making the girl feel as if she were suffocating.

Cherry lips and fragrant tongue licked and sucked at the Saintess's jade breasts, savoring the delicious milk. Lelian's mind drifted, as if she had returned to the wonderful days on the ranch. Although she was often raped by Elva, the occasional taste of milk was truly something to cherish.

Her lips and tongue licked the smooth, white breasts, causing Saintess Dorothy's soft panting to quicken, her pretty face flushing crimson. Her sensitive breasts, stimulated by Lelian's lips and tongue, were aroused.

Hearing her soft panting, Lelian's eyes smiled. Her white jade hand quietly caressed her shapely legs, slowly inserting into her tender opening.

Saintess Dorothy moaned intensely, her mind reeling from the skilled fingering. Trembling, she reached for her tender opening, inserting her slender fingers together, excitedly enjoying the pleasurable sensation of mutual fingering.

Rilian, filled with excitement and joy, committed adultery with the beautiful saintess, simultaneously suckling tightly at her smooth, tender breasts, drinking the delicious milk with gusto, just as she had drunk her mother's milk as a child.

At that moment, in her excitement, she could never have imagined that her young and beautiful mother was also having her breasts bitten and sucked forcefully by the saintess of the Taurus Palace, and that her thick, hard penis was inserted into the passage from which she was born, the glans forcefully pounding against her womb, ejaculating large amounts of semen inside.

The beautiful countess trembled and wept, her long, beautiful legs clamping tightly around his waist, finding it unbelievable that he could twist his body into such an arc.

Elva's lower body was inserted into her tight, honeyed orifice; he bent down and bit her breast, finding it incredibly smooth and tender, with an exquisite taste. He couldn't help but bite a few more times, forcefully sucking it deep into his mouth, just like Rilian had suckled as a child, filling his mouth completely.

During their lovemaking, Lelian cried tears of excitement, her sucking growing stronger until she drew all the milk from the swollen breasts. She herself was brought to orgasm by the insertion of jade fingers, trembling and moaning as she swallowed the last drop of milk with tears in her eyes.

When they came to their senses, their hands were soaked with each other's nectar. They smiled shyly at each other, embracing tightly and kissing sweetly, their lower bodies rubbing together excitedly, experiencing boundless pleasure.

Saintess Dorothy's left breast was drained of milk, bringing a sense of relief and pleasure. However, her right breast remained heavy and full, making her cheeks flush, but she was too embarrassed to ask Lelian to suckle it again.

Amused by her shy expression, Lelian smiled playfully, bending down to suckle the other breast. At the same time, her nimble hand reached between Dorothy's legs again, this time using the other hand to enjoy the exquisite sensation of the Saintess's body.

She still couldn't imagine that while she was happily drinking milk, her mother was lying on her back on the bed of the Saintess of Taurus Palace, a thick, hard penis inserted into her cherry-like mouth, filled with the current Saintess's milk, which she had to drink in large gulps.

Elva excitedly lay on the bed, his lower body thrusting rapidly in and out of the Countess's mouth, raping her countless times until he ejaculated his semen into her cherry-like mouth, her honey hole, and her anus, only then did he feel satisfied and have no other thoughts.

After finishing, Elva felt refreshed and lay on the bed to rest for a while, letting the Countess lick him clean. He put on his clothes and went to the door, casually instructing, "Keep an eye on her, take her out for walks when you have time, and feed her urine if she's thirsty!" These days, the Countess was quite favored by him, and he often let her take some dog slaves for walks. Even Saintess Minnie had been walked in the courtyard by her with a dog leash.

Philon had already woken up. Listening to Elpin's words, tears of grief and anger streamed down her face. She glared at Elva with hatred, wishing she could devour him alive.

Elva ignored her completely, stepping over her naked body and walking away, leaving her with no outlet for her grief and anger. She then turned her hateful gaze to the Countess.

In the past, she could easily defeat a beautiful noblewoman like this, who was powerless even to kill a chicken, without breaking a sweat. Unfortunately, since being captured, the little witch had given her some kind of strange drug, which had completely destroyed the martial arts skills she had once practiced, leaving her completely powerless.

In fact, the drug was another byproduct of the little witch's secret potion-making process. It was useless against powerful warriors, but it was perfect for an ordinary nun like her who was not strong. Moreover, it could be canceled at any time, making it very useful.

The Countess, dragging her beautiful body, exhausted from their lovemaking, walked to her side. Seeing the hatred in her eyes, she gave a bitter smile, walked out, and stood at the door, watching Elva leave.

After waiting for a long time, she quietly closed the door, reached into the clothes on the bed, took out a pill, turned to face Philon, bent down, and put the pill into her mouth.

Philon stared at her in surprise. Before she could think, the medicine had already melted in her mouth, turning into a warm current that quickly flowed through her blood vessels, gradually restoring her strength.

Philon slowly rose from the ground, naked, facing the Countess. Seeing that both were covered in semen, she felt shame and anger, yet also a sense of confusion. Suppressing the urge to immediately kill the Countess, she coldly asked, "Why did you give me the antidote?"

The Countess looked at her intently, her gaze fervent. Hearing her question, she slumped back to the floor, tears of sorrow and despair streaming from her eyes. Her voice trembled as she said, "I only want you to take me with you to escape, to let me find my daughter!"

"Your daughter? Where is she?"

The Countess, tears streaming down her face, sadly recounted how her daughter had helped Saint Dorothy escape, and poured out her longing. Now, since her son's sudden death, she had only this one relative left. Her daily longing for her daughter was unbearable, yet she was being forcibly violated by Elva while thinking of her daughter. She could no longer endure this!

Although she was currently being relatively lenient with Elva thanks to his favor, how could a weak woman like her possibly travel thousands of miles to find her daughter? Therefore, she could only rely on this skilled and powerful nun to fulfill her dream.

Philon had also heard the news of Elva's assassination attempt and injury. At the time, she was overjoyed, but it was a pity that he hadn't been killed by Saintess Dorothy. Now that she knew that it was her daughter who helped the Saintess escape, her impression of the mother and daughter changed drastically. She suddenly regarded her as a comrade-in-arms and felt a deep affection for her.

Looking at the Countess, who had been ravaged, Philon felt a surge of grievance and indignation. She couldn't help but embrace her smooth and sexy body, silently weeping. The semen and honey on their skin mingled and spread across their fair skin.

The two beautiful women, violated and ravaged, embraced and wept softly, whispering their escape plans. In the end, they could only find one feasible plan. Philonise, though deeply unwilling, could only accept the cruel reality with tears in her eyes, just as her most revered Saintess, Dorothy, had also submitted to the demon, and even after regaining most of her strength, had to silently endure the demon's lewd trampling.

The Countess, dressed in a maid's revealing attire, looked charming and beautiful, wiping the semen from her face with a towel. Although she was still somewhat unsteady on her feet, she had already concealed the marks of her violation and rape.

Philonise, however, silently knelt on the ground, her face filled with grief, indignation, and humiliation, gritting her teeth as the Countess put a dog collar around her neck and dragged her towards the door.

Like a maid walking her dog, the Countess led her leisurely stroll through the courtyard, while Philon had to endure the humiliation and scrutiny of the girls who worshipped the demon god, crawling forward with her head down.

They walked until they reached the back door, where several girls from the demon god's cult stood guard. Seeing the Countess leading her, they laughed and surrounded Philon, teasing and mocking her, pointing at the semen stains on her face and body and asking if she had enjoyed herself. Philon's cheeks flushed red with shame and indignation, and she almost jumped up and swung her iron fist to beat these despicable demon cultists to death on the spot!

The Countess was frightened and hurriedly tightened the dog leash around Philon's neck, explaining to the girls with a forced smile that her master had ordered her to take her dog slave out for a walk to temper her wild nature.

To the girls, the nun she was leading was just an ordinary nun, not some important figure like a saint. Taking her out for a stroll was no big deal, especially since the Countess was currently favored. If they could befriend her, perhaps she could introduce them to Elva's bed.

The girls, having laughed and joked around them enough, let them pass. They themselves gathered at the door, chattering enviously at the Countess's favor, excitedly discussing how to attract Elva's attention so he could have them more often.

Philonise, like a bitch, crawled out of the gate on all fours. Although her knees were chafed raw by the stone slabs, she endured the humiliation and tears, walking faster and faster. Led by the hurried Countess, she crawled forward, gradually disappearing from the girls' sight.

On the Countess's beautiful face, there was joy, sadness, excitement, panic, expectation, and confusion—a chaotic mix of emotions, and her heart was in turmoil as well. She dared not think further, only focusing on moving forward quickly, leading her naked, beautiful dog slave towards the vast expanse ahead.

At this moment, her beautiful and strong daughter was riding on the jade body of Saintess Dorothy, her snow-white and tender body trembling violently, her moist and exquisite petals rubbing and pressing together intensely, reaching the peak of excitement together with the Saintess. She arched her jade neck and cried out in a high-pitched, sweet moan, tears of happiness streaming down their exquisite faces, radiating a crystal-clear and captivating light.

The army marched swiftly, crossing the vast plains, rushing towards the camp ahead.

Every footstep was in sync with the same drumbeat, rhythmically striking the ground, each step causing a thunderous tremor that made the earth shake violently.

A fierce and violent aura emanated from this army, soaring straight to the sky. The soldiers in the camp gripped their swords and spears tightly, their hands and feet trembling slightly as they watched the twin warriors charging towards them.

They were merely private soldiers conscripted by local nobles, mixed with a small number of the kingdom's regular army; their fighting strength was not particularly formidable. Now, witnessing the Twin Army's imposing power, they were all shaken and terrified, their hearts pounding wildly with every tremor of the earth.

The Twin Army's supreme commander, the beautiful and cold-blooded Rose Maiden, rode a tall warhorse, glaring northwards. She felt a burning pain in her anus, almost making her lose her balance.

This was because Elva had just spent the entire night relentlessly thrusting into her sister's anus, and incidentally, he had also violated the twin sisters within her twin wombs, forcing them to serve as his companions, using their pure virginity to replace the tender orifice of Saintess Minnie to satisfy him. The two pure and kind sisters, to protect their beloved Saintess from further defilement, had been forced to submit tearfully to his lewd commands.

Right before the Rose Maiden's eyes, she could use her own sister's eyes... He could clearly see Elva standing naked on her bed, her muscular body exposed, while the two innocent, young girls knelt before him, tears streaming down their faces, sucking his penis with their soft, smooth cherry-like mouths, kissing and licking his anus, their tongues forcefully probing deep into his rectum, giving him a warm, pleasurable sensation.

The innocent girls' bodies were covered in traces of semen and vaginal fluid, and their virginal openings and anuses were stained with virgin blood and semen, staining the saintess's pristine bedroom bed.

These two beautiful sisters, identical in appearance, served Elva with perfect harmony for their beloved Saintess. Their entire night was spent in perfect coordination, allowing Elva to enjoy himself immensely, ejaculating many times on them. This relieved the pressure on Saintess Minnie; although her anus and mouth were still full of semen, her strength wasn't completely drained as before. After a night of intense lovemaking, she even had the strength to sit up and silently weep, apologizing to her sister. Saintess

Guni, of course, didn't blame her. She only hated Elva, remembering that she had once drunk his semen, her face burning with grief and rage. She led her army to attack the enemy camp, gazing north towards the capital, hoping one day to storm the city and tear this traitor to pieces, washing away the immense shame she, her sister, and Sister Guni had suffered!

Far to the south of the Twins, the New Taurus Army was also marching north, striving to catch up with the Twins as quickly as possible, so that they could attack the Northern Army from both flanks and reclaim lost territory.

Saint Dorothy, clad in fine armor, rode forward, leading her army across the main road, advancing steadily northward.

Beside her, the newly appointed lady-in-waiting, Leili, smiled quietly, exuding an elegant charm like a rare orchid in a secluded valley. As Dorothy rode forward, she would occasionally steal glances at her with a blush on her cheeks, her eyes filled with affection.

All the soldiers, filled with awe for Saint Dorothy, marched forward under the leadership of this great commander, surrounding her, vowing to protect the holy and great Saint Dorothy with their lives, and to fight for this devout and pure saintess to their last drop of blood.

After a day's journey, Saint Dorothy ordered the army to set up camp and rest. Her soldiers immediately obeyed her orders, halting their advance and working feverishly in the wilderness.

The sleeping quarters were quickly erected, and all the engineers in Saint Dorothy's camp were driven out and placed guard outside the gates, forbidden to enter without permission.

Inside the sleeping quarters, Saint Dorothy, revered and supported by countless soldiers, sat regally on a large, heavy chair, using it as her command seat. Her face was solemn and dignified as she silently pondered the next military action plan.

She had removed her heavy armor, but still wore a neat military uniform—only her upper body.

Half of her well-built body was exposed, her snow-white, smooth skin radiating a lustrous glow. Saint Dorothy sat naked from the waist down on her command seat, gazing intently into thought, her beautiful face displaying the majesty of a commander-in-chief.

Between her long, shapely legs, a strong, beautiful, and pure young girl knelt gracefully, lowering her head to gently kiss her exquisite petals. A sweet, happy smile graced her delicate lips, as if she were kissing a lover.

This gesture signified submission and love. The strong girl knelt between her legs, kissing the saint's secret place, scooping up every drop of fluid with her smooth tongue, licking it into her mouth, and swallowing it blissfully, silently savoring the hidden sweetness and milky aroma.

The dignified mask of Saint Dorothy gradually melted away. Under the fierce onslaught of Lerian's fragrant tongue, she tilted her head back, letting out a trembling, soft moan. Her jade-like body suddenly stiffened, her hands trembling as she stroked her smooth, long hair. A large amount of nectar gushed from her honeyed orifice, which had recently been deflowered for the second time, flooding into the girl's tender cherry lips, which she blissfully drank down. She sucked hard, creating a vacuum in her honeyed passage, drawing out every drop of nectar, making it one of her favorite delicacies.

After the climax, Saint Dorothy leaned back in her chair, panting heavily, her jade-like cheeks flushed. The young girl kneeling between her legs, serving her, was still not satisfied. She climbed up and gently kissed her smooth cheeks, her trembling hands touching her high, firm breasts. After kneading them a few times through her clothes, she panted and peeled off her top. Lowering her head, she excitedly kissed her breasts, taking the rosy nipples into her mouth and suckling happily, once again enjoying the sweet pleasure of suckling milk.

For days, she had been drinking the delicious milk of Saint Dorothy, unwilling to stop. Saint Dorothy's pain from engorgement was relieved, and feeling relaxed, her affection for her deepened. The two were inseparable, and whenever they were alone, they would embrace and kiss passionately, fully enjoying the wonderful pleasure of same-sex lovemaking.

Saint Dorothy's eyes were glazed, her cheeks flushed, and she breathed softly. Both her full breasts had been kissed and suckled by Lelian, who had drunk a small portion of the milk, temporarily relieving the discomfort of engorgement. However, the desire in her heart was reignited by Lelian's smooth, fragrant tongue.

Trembling, Saint Dorothy sat up and pulled Lelian into her arms, standing and carrying her delicate, alluring body as she walked towards the bed.

As she walked, she lowered her head and gently kissed Lelian's neck and cheeks. Their four cherry-red lips met tenderly, then kissed passionately, their smooth tongues colliding and licking, happily sucking each other's sweet saliva, lost in the blissful joy of lovemaking.

Gently placing Lerian on the bed, she undressed her, revealing her delicate and beautiful white body. Seeing the girl's shy yet excited eyes, Saint Dorothy swallowed hard. Without a word, she climbed onto the bed and pounced on the incredibly alluring girl.

On the large bed, they made love passionately, their bodies merging and merrily clapping, wishing they could melt into each other's beautiful forms.

Their pure hearts were filled with intense and wonderful desire; they couldn't think of anything else, nor did they want to.

As for the future, they only wished to kill Elva and rebuild the Saintess's Convent. They dared not think about what would happen after that! Perhaps after accomplishing this great deed, there would be no future for them.

With a hidden desire to die together, these two exceptionally beautiful women, rare in the world, made love wildly in the heart of the military camp, their most intense desires and loves transforming into excited cries, hoarse and desperate, spreading through the air.

Episode 21: The Fall of the Twins, Chapter 3: Seeking Justice

At the south gate of the capital, countless citizens gathered on both sides of the street, cheering loudly as they watched Prince Edward lead his army out of the city and head south.

Elva, mounted on his warhorse, his face grim, led his army south, preparing to meet the fierce southern army.

It seemed the enemy also knew that once they had sufficient resources, they could build a massive army and, after a period of training, launch a southern campaign to completely wipe them out. Therefore, they were impatient to launch their attack, their forces aimed directly at the capital. Now, they could no longer tolerate it.

His mind was now filled with military affairs. Everything else was trivial and could be considered later.

In the distant south, the Twin Army was also marching north. Their young commander, with a cold smile, rode in the center of the column, fantasizing about how to deal with Elva after capturing him.

In recent days, she led her army northward in a fierce assault, capturing many castles and wiping out the nobles who refused to surrender. However, the further north she went, the fewer believers there were willing to submit to the Six Saints of the South, which troubled her. Fortunately, the military operation was not hindered, and the Twin Army continued its rapid advance northward, gradually approaching her goal.

Galloping forward, what pleased her most was that her sister was not being violated at this moment, but was sleeping soundly. Saintess Gurney could sense her dream—a dream of eroticism, a dream shared with her.

In the dream, they were sweetly kissing, and Gurney was being licked in the genitals, filling Saintess Gurney with a mixture of happiness and shame. Although she didn't experience such physical sensations, she was happy that her sister had such feelings and was having such a beautiful dream.

But when they set up camp that night, her beautiful dream shattered. Her sister felt pain in her dream; a thick, hot penis was inserted into her anus, waking her instantly from the pain.

Saintess Gurney, writhing in pain, lost her balance on her horse and fell. She limped, feeling the excruciating pain in her rear, her heart filled with grief and rage. At this moment, Elva had already set up camp in the mountains south of the capital, where he had brought her sister inside and wantonly violated her, penetrating her anus and then her mouth, filling her stomach and anus with his semen. In

this state, Saintess Gurney had no will to continue her journey. Gritting her teeth in anger and grief, she ordered her men to set up camp immediately, while she herself, supported by several newly ordained nuns, walked towards her tent.

In some monasteries in the south, nuns were honored to be chosen by the saints to serve them as personal nuns. Although the number of nuns brought with them to the army was small, it was barely enough to take care of their daily needs.

Out of respect for the traditions of the Twin Palaces, Saint Gurney carefully selected some beautiful twin sisters to be her personal nuns. Although they were far from the beauty of the convent, they were still acceptable.

Seeing their commander's anger, the soldiers hurriedly settled into their camp, simultaneously searching the surroundings to guard against enemy spies.

Saint Gurney lay on her bed in her tent, silently fuming. Feeling the humiliation her sister had suffered, she wept bitterly.

It turned out that when they set out for war, Elva couldn't bear to leave Saint Minnie behind. He had taken her with him from the capital, hiding her in the carriage so he could humiliate and play with her at any time. Today, during the march, he needed to consider some important military plans, and now that they were encamped and had nothing to do, he took her out to rape and train her in sucking his penis.

In reality, Saintess Minnie's flute skills were already quite good, but Elva liked to make her do some difficult moves, such as hanging her upside down while he lay beneath her, making her upside-down mouth hold his penis, and then rotating the ropes holding her so that her mouth could rotate on his penis, bringing him a different kind of pleasurable sensation. After a while

, Elva happily ejaculated upwards, causing the gladiolus girl to swallow it with tears in her eyes. Although she was dizzy from being spun around, she couldn't let out a single drop, swallowing his fountain. Next, she had to endure another fountain, her beautiful eyes rolling back as she was filled with warm urine, yet she still had to try her best to swallow. This time, she had to defy the laws of gravity and swallow it upwards into her stomach, which was much more difficult than before.

In the military camp, the Rose Girl had fainted many times from anger, her beautiful long hair turning a bright yellow: her heart was burning with jealousy, until a soft cry came from outside the tent, startling her awake from her grief and indignation.

"Holy Maiden, two women have escaped from the capital and request an audience with you!" Saintess Gurney, fully clothed, lay on the bed and said weakly, "Bring them in..." A maid outside the tent agreed and brought the two women, discovered by the soldiers exploring outside, into her tent.

Hearing the faint footsteps approaching, Saintess Gurney listlessly opened her eyes. Looking at the two beautiful women entering, her eyes suddenly widened, her hair almost standing on end in grief and indignation.

The face she saw was utterly familiar. Although she had never seen it with her own eyes, her sister had seen it countless times, even kissing its vibrant red lips and exchanging saliva.

And not just saliva, but even the honey-like fluid flowing from its vulva, which her sister had swallowed with tears in her eyes. The Rose Maiden was now intimately familiar with the taste of its bodily fluids; the faint fragrance wafting towards her nose told her that it was indeed her, without a doubt!

The Countess stared wide-eyed in surprise at the extremely familiar face, momentarily mistaking it for Saint Minnie who had escaped before her and arrived.

But she quickly realized that Saint Minnie had a twin sister; this was clearly the other saintess of the Gemini Palace.

Beside her, Philon hurriedly pulled her to bow respectfully, though exhausted from the long journey, daring not to be the slightest bit disrespectful.

Since escaping the brothel, the Countess had used her jewelry and some of her carefully saved savings to exchange clothes with a nearby resident. Meanwhile, Philon could only endure the shame and humiliation, huddled naked in the bushes like a stray dog.

With the Countess's savings, they had fled south, hiding and hiding, enduring countless hardships along the way.

Fortunately, they encountered this army on the road and were discovered by the searching soldiers. Seeing that they were flying the banner of Gemini, they were relieved and told the soldiers that they had escaped from the capital and asked to see the Saintess.

In fact, they really wanted to see Saintess Dorothy, but this was not the New Taurus Army. The soldiers, upon hearing that they were nuns from the Saintess's Convent, dared not neglect them and hurriedly led them to see Saintess Gurney.

Because they had been running and hiding for a long time, they were a little dusty. To show respect to the Saintess, the maids led them to take a bath before bringing them in. During this time, Elva had already ejaculated three times each in Saintess Gurney's anus and mouth.

Saintess Gurney was also furious with the continuous flow of semen. Just then, the Countess burst into the room, and her anger flared up. Sitting on the bed, she glared at the beautiful woman, remembering the humiliation she had suffered that day, and her anger almost set the tent ablaze.

Sensing something was wrong, Philonise tearfully recounted her experiences of the past few days. Saintess Gurney recognized her as Saintess Dorothy's right-hand woman. After listening to a few words, she learned why they had escaped and understood why her sister hadn't seen the Countess or had the chance to drink her fluids.

The woman her sister had licked was now before her. Saintess Gurney was determined to seek justice for her beloved sister. She gritted her teeth and ordered Philonise to leave and rest, as she had important matters to discuss with the Countess.

Philonise dared not disobey and obediently withdrew, glancing worriedly at the Countess before leaving, deeply concerned by Saintess Gurney's rage.

Her fears soon became reality. When only the two of them remained in the bedchamber, Saintess Gurney jumped out of bed, opened a box beside the bed, took out a brand-new leather whip, and walked towards the Countess with eyes blazing with anger.

This leather whip was something she had personally ordered made in her most resentful moments. She had personally cleaned it and placed it in a box, vowing to use it against Elsa someday, to make him writhe under her whip and beg for mercy, to atone for his sins. Now, Elsa was out of reach, but God had sent this wicked accomplice to her, giving her a chance for revenge!

In the northern military camp, the gladiolus girl knelt on the ground like a dog, enduring the violent thrusting of a thick, hard penis into her anus from behind. She cried with excitement, feeling her sister's affection, and her heart pounded fiercely.

Her sister had only tasted the pleasure of licking the Countess's vulva, while she had actually drunk the Countess's nectar and urine. Now, the Countess's scent lingered within her. Seeing her sister avenge her, she felt a surge of excitement and emotion. Her anus tightened its grip, almost snapping Elva's penis in two, as he ejaculated hot semen deep within her.

The beautiful Countess knelt on the ground, her body trembling with fear. Looking into the Saintess's beautiful eyes, blazing with fury, she felt a sense of foreboding.

After all, she had committed blasphemy against the Saintess, even being forced by Elva to release her urine and feed it to Saintess Minnie. Now, seeing this beautiful girl who looked exactly like her approaching with a whip, she knew immediately that her sister had come to avenge her!

Although she didn't understand how Saintess Minnie knew her private secrets, she had no time to think, and could only tremble and moan, "Your Highness, I…"

Before she could finish speaking, Saint Gurney had already raised her whip high, her anger blazing, and lashed it down hard!

After her bath, the young nuns had changed her into a nun's robe, so she wouldn't have to wear her tattered clothes torn by the rocks. But when the whip struck her heavily, the new clothes were torn on the spot, leaving a bright red welt on her smooth, white skin.

The Countess screamed in pain, collapsing at Saint Gurney's feet, her delicate body trembling violently. Saint Gurney, however, was not satisfied. She raised the whip again and lashed down fiercely, leaving a bright red welt on her back. Her clothes were torn, revealing her smooth, alluring skin.

Gazing upon that familiar, fair skin, Saintess Gurney felt a surge of lust. Her throat went dry, and she swallowed hard, suppressing the burning desire within her. She channeled this lust into her power, lashing down with her whip. The Countess's soft, painful screams echoed throughout the camp.

The nuns outside the tent heard the screams, exchanging shocked glances, but none dared to enter. They scattered, fearing to anger the Saintess. Afterward, although strange noises occasionally came from inside the tent, they pretended not to hear them, even moving further and further away from the enraged Saintess, hoping to leave the tent empty except for the howling wind.

Remembering the humiliation her sister had suffered, Saintess Gurney's rage erupted. She lashed out with her whip, striking the Countess until she rolled on the ground, her cries of pain becoming hoarse.

Seeing her torn clothes revealing her snow-white body, crisscrossed with whip marks, the Rose Maiden's anger subsided slightly. She sat in her chair, glaring at her, then suddenly raised her foot and shouted, "Come here, lick my toes!"

The Countess, tears streaming down her face, looked up in shock at her beautiful face, only to see a cold smile on that familiar, innocent face. She bit her lip and said hatefully, "How you treated my sister before, now it's my turn to treat you!"

The Countess was terrified and panicked. She scrambled over on all fours, kneeling at her feet like a puppy, weeping as she lowered her head. Her beautiful cherry lips gently kissed the instep of her foot, her slender hands grasping her delicate foot, carefully removing her shoe. Her soft lips trembled as she kissed her toes.

The Countess was shocked and bewildered when her secret of having defiled Saintess Minnie was discovered, especially since her twin sister was now in a superior position before her. She dared not disobey any of her sister's orders, and in her panic, she resorted to all the skills she had learned from serving others, hoping to escape punishment.

She carefully removed her fragrant stockings, revealing her fair and delicate feet, so slender and alluring that the Countess's breath caught in her throat and her heart pounded.

Saintess Minnie's feet were exactly like her sister's, yet even more alluring. The Countess's exquisite face carefully approached her raised feet, her beautiful red lips trembling as she parted to take the white, jade-like toes inside.

Her big toe was stuffed into her mouth, feeling her smooth, fragrant tongue diligently licking it, her moist mouth gently sucking. Saintess Gurney looked down at the strange sight of her toe stuffed into her beautiful face, and the anger in her heart gradually turned into a flame of desire, making her jade cheeks flush red, and her delicate body tremble slightly. The

beautiful countess knelt at her feet like a dog slave, holding her jade feet and gently licking them, licking every inch clean. Then she knelt down and held up her other foot, removing her shoes and socks, and began to lick it carefully.

Her gentle, fragrant kisses covered both jade feet, and she even secretly lifted the saintess's robe to kiss upwards.

Feeling her warm, fragrant lips kiss her calves, the rose maiden's delicate body trembled even more violently, her jade cheeks flushed, and a hazy desire ignited in her beautiful eyes.

The Countess knelt before the chair, holding her feet in her hands, gently kissing her smooth, jade-like calves. She carefully looked up and, seeing her like this, couldn't help but feel a secret joy. She knew that as long as she satisfied her, she probably wouldn't be beaten anymore!

Her fragrant lips gently kissed her knees, and the Countess's beautiful eyes swept towards the secret place at the base of her jade legs, a hint of strange light flashing in her eyes. She breathed softly through her delicate nose, and a few drops of honey flowed secretly from her own honeyed orifice.

Just as she was excitedly anticipating what was to come, Saintess Gurney suddenly kicked her to the ground, her face flushed as she shouted, "Get out of here!"

The Countess lay on the ground, her beautiful eyes still fixed on the exquisite secret place between her beautiful legs. A wave of dizziness washed over her, making her mind hazy. In a daze, she seemed to be back under Elva's crotch, and involuntarily trembled as she moaned, "Master, as long as you're willing, I can lick you anywhere..."

The Rose Maiden trembled as she heard this. Although excited and erotic thoughts arose in her heart, she refused to easily fall into the trap of lust. Her face flushed, she pointed at her and angrily scolded, "You slut! Even at this point, you're still so lewd and despicable!"

In the past few days, through her sister's body, she had experienced so many kinds of sexual intercourse. She was no stranger to same-sex love. Thinking of what her sister had done with the Countess before, and now seeing her beautiful body with her own eyes, she couldn't help but feel confused and her body became even hotter.

To suppress her surging lust, the Rose Maiden immediately grabbed a whip and lashed the Countess hard, knocking her to the ground. A flurry of lashes followed, like a storm, causing the delicate beauty to writhe in agony, her screams carrying far and wide.

Within a hundred paces of the tent, no one dared linger. Hearing the faint screams, many covered their ears and fled, avoiding the wrath of the Holy Maiden.

The slender, alluring body, her clothes torn and scattered like butterflies, barely concealed her form. The Rose Maiden's rage remained unabated. Barefoot, she stepped on the Countess's leg, revealing her delicate vulva. Looking down at that secret place, she remembered her sister being forced to lick it, enduring the unbearable humiliation with tears in her eyes. A raging fire ignited within her, and she raised her whip, lashing out again!

The whip struck her delicate petals precisely, tearing the tender flesh of her vulva and drawing a trickle of blood. The frail Countess screamed pitifully, her wounded body struggling and twisting, but unable to escape the trampling of the whip's feet. She could only tremble and weep, the angry voice still ringing in her ears: "Think about where you forced my sister to lick, don't you deserve to be beaten?"

Like a thunderclap, the Countess cried out in fear, "No, I didn't..."

Before she could finish speaking, Saint Gurney raised the whip again and lashed her hard. A welt immediately appeared on her snow-white, tender buttocks, blood seeping out, contrasting sharply with her snow-white, translucent skin—a scene of tragic beauty.

Seeing this poignant scene, Saintess Gurney's body trembled with excitement, a sadomasochistic pleasure surging through her. She could enjoy such intense pleasure without falling into the trap of lust. Excited glints shot from her beautiful eyes, and this beautiful and noble saintess once again raised her whip, joyfully lashing it down upon the slave girl beneath her!

The Countess screamed loudly, writhing in agony, her alluring figure barely concealed by the cloth covering her body, falling piece by piece until she was nearly naked.

Amidst the cruel pain, excitement involuntarily surged within her. It was as if the pleasure she felt when Elva sexually tortured her had returned, adding a touch of ecstatic joy to her screams, making her writhing posture even more alluring and seductive.

The Rose Girl was also swept up in excitement and passion, raising her whip to lash her body, admiring the beauty of her struggles and writhing, and her excited and melodious screams. For a moment, she forgot everything, only caring about whipping the female slave at her feet. The stimulating pleasure quickly surged up, causing her honey hole to gradually flow out honey juice, wetting her cute panties.

Inside the tent, the two beautiful women were immersed in a strange and stimulating pleasure, oblivious to the fact that someone had quietly approached from outside, lifting the curtain slightly and silently observing their actions through the gap.

The one who dared to do this was Saintess Dorothy, who shared the same identity as the Rose Maiden. The strange beauty within the tent astonished her, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Her new Golden Bull Army was still far away and couldn't arrive immediately. She had secretly traveled away from her own troops to personally reach the Twin Army to persuade Saintess Guni to slow her advance, lest the enemy exploit this and employ a strategy of divide and conquer.

Saintess Dorothy knew perfectly well the Rose Maiden's hatred for Elva and her desire to kill the demon and rescue her sister. And she herself, too, hated the despicable boy who had taken her virginity and fed her copious amounts of semen and urine. But in war, one cannot act arbitrarily; a single misstep could lead to utter ruin!

As she walked, no one dared to stop her in the outer camp, and once inside, she saw no one, let alone anyone to inform her. Saint Dorothy walked to the outside of the main tent, and hearing the sounds coming from within, she was filled with curiosity and surprise

before lifting the tent flap to look. She had anticipated the difficult situation that might arise from her trip to persuade Saint Gurney, but she hadn't expected to witness such a bizarre sight!

"Could it be that Her Highness Saint Gurney has also been corrupted by the dark power of the demons, hence this strange fetish?" This thought filled Saint Dorothy with dread. Because Saint Gurney's body obscured her view, she couldn't see the face of the woman being trampled underfoot, assuming she was just an ordinary woman captured by Saint Gurney, or perhaps even a collaborator in her strange behavior, a sadomasochistic sexual partner.

Having lived with Elva for so long, witnessing and experiencing so many perverse sexual acts, Saint Dorothy had become accustomed to deeply contemplating everything she saw, unconcerned that her thoughts had strayed from what a pure saint should think.

Part of the truth, as she suspected, was that the semen Saint Gurney had drunk had entered her body, becoming a part of her, and had a certain influence on her thoughts and sexual desires. Although it wasn't usually apparent, in her current agitated state, with her thoughts chaotic and violent, and the subtle influence of dark forces making her behavior even more frenzied.

Like a beautiful queen, Saintess Gurney raised her whip high, mercilessly lashing the beautiful slave girl beneath her. Her beautiful eyes sparkled, and her jade cheeks flushed with excitement. She looked down at the bright red whip marks on the Countess's snow-white body, and excitedly cried out in a trembling voice, "Do you really enjoy being beaten? You're such a slut!" The whip lashed down sharply, the tip of the whip swiftly slicing through the air, striking the tender red clitoris, tearing the poor clitoris. The Countess's screams became even more shrill and seductive, and the force with which her delicate body writhed in agony was so great that the Rose Maiden could barely hold her down.

Nearly knocked over, Saintess Gurney simply knelt down, pressing her long, beautiful legs, covered in whip marks, down to stare intently at her tender vulva, excitedly trembling as she cried out, "You really are a slut, it's all wet here!" Her jade-like hand involuntarily rose, gripping the whip handle and rapidly thrusting it into her honeyed orifice. Saintess Gurney's beautiful eyes reddened, and she gritted her teeth, crying out, "Since you're so thirsty, then I'll satisfy you!"

Lewd and cruel words uttered from her cherry lips, Saintess Gurney completely oblivious to the inappropriate things she had said. The intense and frequent sexual experiences of the past few days, even though they involved her sister, had greatly diminished her sense of shame, and these words had slipped out without her realizing it. These were also the words that Ailanhua often said to her sister and other beautiful sex slaves.

The brand-new leather whip, recently made, plunged its hard handle into her honeyed orifice, causing the Countess to scream in pain. Her slender, sexy, snow-white body trembled violently as she tried to curl up into a ball, but Saintess Gurney held her firmly, spreading her snow-white legs and thrusting forcefully . Watching the red, oozing fluid flow from her tender orifice, her eyes

blazed with excitement. The brutal thrusting of the whip handle chafed the honeyed path that Lerian had once traversed, tearing the skin and

causing excruciating pain. The beautiful Countess cried out in anguish, collapsing to the ground, sobbing and groaning, driven nearly mad by the masochistic pleasure mixed with the excruciating pain. Saintess Gurney, gleefully whipping her once more, still unsatisfied, knelt beside her, turned her over, raising her snow-white, translucent buttocks high, and thrust the bloodied handle of the whip towards her anus, piercing it with a soft "plop."

Although her virginity had been broken by Elwart's large penis, the head of that penis was rounded, unlike the rough, angular handle of a whip. The Countess trembled violently, collapsing to the ground and throwing her head back, letting out a desperate, piercing scream.

Saintess Gurney's excited, confused eyes were fixed on the chrysanthemum that her sister had licked with tears in her eyes, her heart soaring with joy, as if she had avenged her sister.

"Stop!" A clear, sharp shout rang out in the tent, and Saintess Dorothy strode in, standing beside them. Seeing this scene, she clenched her fists tightly.

Just now, Saintess Gurney had gotten off the Countess and knelt down to turn her over, no longer blocking her face. Saintess Dorothy saw this familiar face and was momentarily stunned.

But that moment of stunned silence made her move a beat too late, and she failed to save the Countess's poor chrysanthemum. By the time she came to her senses and rushed in, the posterior was already broken, beyond repair.

Saintess Gurney looked up in surprise, and upon seeing her, was overwhelmed with shame. She knelt on the ground, speechless.

The scene inside the tent was utterly bizarre. Saintess Dorothy stood in the tent, her jade fists clenched. A few steps in front of her, a beautiful rose maiden with long, bright yellow hair, knelt on the ground, her trembling hands dripping with drops of honey and bright red

blood. She looked up at Saintess, her cheeks flushed crimson with shame. Before her, the stunningly beautiful Countess knelt on the ground, weeping silently. A black leather whip was inserted into her beautiful anus, its pierced flesh drawing blood that stretched down her fair thighs in a long, crimson weeping line.

The frail noblewoman, violated and ravaged, knelt in this humiliating position, turning her head to look at Saintess Dorothy who had rushed in, silently shedding tears. The black leather whip sticking up high in the center of her buttocks looked like a long tail.

Seeing her miserable state, Saint Dorothy felt a surge of pain in her heart, and her body trembled involuntarily.

Regardless of the past, she was still Lerian's biological mother. Looking at the beautiful face that resembled Lerian's, Saint Dorothy gritted her teeth, turned to Saint Gurney, and said in a deep voice, "Your Highness Saint Gurney, what do you mean by this?"

Saint Gurney stood up, her face flushed, and screamed in a trembling voice, "Do you know how this vile woman treated my sister? I will never forget the humiliation and torture she inflicted on my sister!"

How could Saint Dorothy not know? Elva had previously taken her, Saint Minnie, and the Countess together for lewd pleasure, even sharing his semen with the three of them to drink, and had made Saint Minnie lick her vulva more than once.

Recalling those humiliating and tragic days, Saint Dorothy felt a surge of grief and indignation. Looking at Saint Guni's beautiful face, which was exactly the same as that of the sword orchid maiden, she suddenly felt ashamed to face this familiar face that had once licked her honeyed orifice with tears in its eyes. She could only lower her head and sigh softly, "She was forced too. All the blame lies with that evil demon. Think of how her husband was killed by that demon, her family destroyed. She was a pitiful person too..." Thinking of the humiliating life she had experienced and the miserable situation of being forced to eat semen and urine, Saint Dorothy's beautiful eyes filled with tears, her voice hoarse. She could not continue speaking. She choked and bent over, reaching out to gently stroke her smooth jade buttocks, grasped the leather whip, and carefully pulled it out.

The Countess trembled violently, murmuring softly. As the whip was pulled out, the friction on her anus caused her excruciating pain, and clear tears streamed from her eyes, dripping onto the tent floor.

Saint Dorothy sighed softly, removed her saintly robe and draped it over the Countess's beautiful, desolate body, then cradled her in her arms and turned to leave the tent.

Saint Gurney watched her leave, her eyes brimming with tears, without attempting to stop her. Only after she had gone out did she collapse onto her bed, weeping bitterly and shamefully.

Saint Dorothy, carrying the frail and beautiful woman, walked out of the camp, ordering the soldiers in the outer camp to immediately prepare a tent for her and to summon nuns to serve her.

Although not directly under her command, no one dared disobey the Saintess's orders. The officers of the Twin Army sprang into action, preparing a large tent in the shortest possible time. They respectfully invited Saint Dorothy to stay there, while simultaneously observing the Countess in her arms with suspicion, secretly speculating about her origins.

The delicate and beautiful woman nestled silently in the Saint Dorothy's warm embrace, her eyes filled with a sorrowful and wistful gaze, evoking pity and causing Saint Dorothy, who looked down at her, to feel a pang of heartache.

The newly ordained nuns of the Twin Palaces responded to the order and were instructed by Saint Dorothy to immediately fetch hot water and a bathtub for bathing.

The nuns hurried off and quickly prepared everything, then bowed and withdrew at her command.

Saint Dorothy took out a water bottle and added a few drops of spring water to the wooden tub. This was from a sacred spring in a southern monastery; although its healing effects were not as good as the sacred spring in Saint Dorothy's monastery, it was still quite effective.

Having done all this, Saint Dorothy picked up the Countess, pulled off her bathrobe, and gently placed her soft, alluring body into the large wooden tub. She let the warm water soak over the whip marks covering her skin, and seeing the tiny rashes rising on her skin from the pain, her heart ached even more.

The young, beautiful, and delicate woman, soaking her ravaged body in warm water, silently splashing water to wash away the bloodstains, her movements tender and pitiful, stirred Saint Dorothy's heart. Remembering her daughter's allure in bed, her heart pounded, her cheeks flushed, and she had to turn her head away to stop her wandering thoughts.

Only then did she suddenly remember that she had been so focused on rescuing her that she had forgotten to tell Saint Gurney not to hasten the advance, lest they venture deeper into danger. According to intelligence, Prince Edward's large enemy force was approaching the area; advancing further might lead to an unforeseen encounter with the main enemy force.

Thinking of this, Saint Dorothy hurriedly left her tent to find Saint Gurney, feeling awkward and unsure how to approach her.

Upon reaching her camp, she was stopped by officers of the Twin Army, who said that Saint Gurney was already resting and that Saint Dorothy should return first, and they could discuss the matter later.

Saint Dorothy knew that Gurney was shy and embarrassed, and felt helpless. Thinking about what had just happened, she herself felt ashamed, blushing as she retreated to her outer tent. After a moment of contemplation, she summoned a nun to bring a large tub filled with warm water so she could also take a bath.

She had ridden swiftly to catch up with the Twin Army, and after a long journey, she was covered in dust and needed a bath.

Since the Twin Army had such facilities, she naturally wanted to clean herself up so she could rest early and consider how to persuade Saint Gurney.

As the nuns, whom she had dismissed, sat naked in the warm water of the bath, washing themselves, a slender, equally naked figure emerged from the inner curtains.

On the Countess's exquisitely beautiful body, fine whip marks were scattered, the bloodstains having faded under the healing effect of the holy spring, yet still present on her snow-white skin, a shocking sight, filled with a desolate and cruel beauty.

She silently walked to the wooden tub, gracefully bent down, reached into the tub, and gently scooped up water, placing it on Saint Dorothy's body, washing her beautiful form.

Saint Dorothy trembled slightly; though she wanted to refuse, seeing the sorrowful expression on her beautiful face, she couldn't bear to say anything and could only silently accept this way of expressing gratitude.

Remembering their past encounters beneath Elva, where they had been naked and forced into sexual relations, Dorothy felt a pang of embarrassment facing her again. Her face flushed, and she lowered her head, unable to look at her directly.

The Countess, however, remained calm and melancholic, silently washing Dorothy's alluring body with gentle, yielding movements.

The two stunning beauties, completely naked inside and outside the tub, their seductive bodies gradually pressed together, filling the air with an atmosphere of ambiguity. (

Episode 21: Twins Fall, Chapter 4: Caught in the Act)

Dorothy closed her eyes, silently feeling the smooth, jade-like hands caressing her skin, a lover's tender touch that made her tremble slightly. In a daze, she felt as if she were back in the moment of lovemaking with Lerian.

With slightly raised eyelids, Saint Dorothy secretly gazed at the Countess's alluring, snow-white breasts beneath her long eyelashes, fantasizing about how she had once caressed and even sucked them. This made Saint Dorothy's body heat up, as if a flame was slowly burning within her heart.

The dark power hidden within her surged once more, its force almost uncontrollable. A violent desire rose within her, and Saint Dorothy silently stared at the Countess's naked body, imagining dragging her into the tub for intense intercourse.

But her self-control as a powerful warrior made her grit her teeth and endure the temptation of those jade hands caressing her fragrant shoulders and back. When those beautiful hands touched her breasts, washing and kneading those large breasts, the intense stimulation from her nipples finally made her unable to suppress a low growl. Suddenly, she stood up from the tub and stood before the Countess.

A stunningly beautiful body rose from the water, proudly exposed to the air, sending up glistening sprays. Her snow-white, voluptuous breasts stood erect before the Countess, captivating her. The Countess, mesmerized by the breathtakingly beautiful and sensual form, gazed at her with excited, dreamy eyes.

Dark power was already burning fiercely within Saint Doris, her beautiful eyes blazing with desire. The sculpted saintess stretched out her snow-white arms, embracing the Countess around the waist, forcefully pulling her naked, sexy body into the tub. The force caused water to splash everywhere, scattering like flying pearls and shattered jade, further highlighting their exquisitely alluring bodies.

The tub was large, and the two stunning beauties didn't feel cramped inside. Following her habit of making love with her daughter, Saint Dorothy casually set up a sound-silencing barrier. Her beautiful eyes were already slightly red. She lowered her head, opened her cherry lips, and bit down hard on the Countess's glistening breast!

The beautiful and delicate woman being abused tilted her head back and let out a soft moan. She felt her nipple being licked by a smooth, fragrant tongue, and her pearly teeth biting down hard on her breast. Pain and pleasure surged up at the same time, completely enveloping her heart in this strange sensation.

Saint Dorothy breathed heavily, her strong and beautiful arms tightly embracing her snow-white body, spreading her smooth legs, and inserting her jade fingers between her legs, caressing her tender petals. This made the Countess's body tremble again. She opened her mouth to cry out, but Saint Dorothy parted her cherry lips and passionately kissed her sexy red lips, suppressing her cry back into her mouth, only a muffled hum coming from her delicate nose.

A smooth yet powerful tongue slipped into her mouth, entwining with her delicate tongue. Saint Dorothy kissed her passionately, sucking the sweet saliva from her mouth, and forcefully pressed her sexy body against her hips. Their petals pressed tightly together, and they began to rub intensely, letting the pleasure of their petals rubbing against each other's honey pot surge into their hearts.

Feeling the Saintess's private parts pressed tightly against her body, the Countess's beautiful face lit up with a joyful, dreamy expression. Tears of gratitude welled in her eyes, and she began to actively return the kiss, sucking on the Saintess's smooth, fragrant tongue, gently licking it, swallowing the saliva from the Saintess's mouth, exchanging sweet saliva intensely with her. The friction between their lower bodies grew increasingly fierce.

Sensing the Saintess's response and willingness to make love, the Saintess became even more excited. Their lower petals pressed tightly together, and they engaged in intense intercourse in this most intimate way, their movements growing increasingly passionate.

Waves of pleasure surged through the Countess, her beautiful eyes glazed over. She tilted her snow-white neck back and moaned softly, her long, beautiful legs tightly wrapped around the Saintess's shapely body. Her snow-white buttocks thrust forcefully against the Saintess's hips, grinding against her. Honey-like fluid flowed from her flower path, staining the Saintess's petals, melting into the clear, warm water.

The two stunning beauties were passionately making love in the wooden tub, splashing water everywhere and moaning incessantly. Finally, at the peak of their pleasure, they both cried out and groaned, ejaculating hot nectar onto each other's alluring petals.

After they finished, the Saintess of Peach Blossom, having released some of her lust, regained some clarity. Looking at the delicate beauty in her arms, she suddenly felt ashamed. She remembered having slept with her daughter, and now having such an intimate relationship with her, she didn't know how to face them.

Picking up a towel hanging nearby, she hastily wiped her body clean and stepped out of the tub. She saw the Countess also silently drying her snow-white body, following her out to face her. The Countess looked at her perfect face, her eyes filled with a tender, grateful, and adoring gaze.

Seeing that look in her eyes, Saint Dorothy felt a pang of pity. For a moment, she was lost in thought when she saw the countess kneel gracefully before her, her slender hands gently supporting her long, sexy legs and smooth buttocks. Her cherry-red lips, as beautiful as flower stamens, pressed softly against the base of her thighs, gently kissing the tender petals.

The stimulation from her honeyed orifice struck Saint Dorothy like a thunderbolt, her cheeks flushed, and she was bewildered and helpless. She could only feel the smooth, fragrant tongue gently licking her tender opening, making the flesh moist, and honey involuntarily flowing from her flower path, splashing onto

the tongue. The countess sucked hard, drawing out drops of honey from the flower path, sucking on the beautiful petals, her tongue pushing open the tender flesh of the opening, licking inside, letting the fire of desire burn fiercely within Saint Dorothy's honeyed passage.

Although she remained firmly on the ground, her shapely, long legs trembled slightly. Saintess Dorothy lowered her head, gazing at the beautiful woman kneeling before her. So gentle and alluring, exuding an aura of noble elegance, yet making such seductive, seductive movements. Her smooth, fragrant tongue had already invaded her body, causing her to moan softly, unable to resist. Her hips thrust forward, sending her hot nectar directly into her exquisite cherry lips.

After ejaculating, Saintess Dorothy's legs felt weak, and the burning desire within her made her unable to restrain herself. She immediately bent down, embracing the alluring beauty in her arms as if holding her daughter. She strode into the inner tent, placing her on the bed. Looking at the beautiful noblewoman lying there, her face radiating gentle seduction, she let out a low growl and pounced on her like a tiger. Her strong, beautiful hands rose, her slender fingers joined, and thrust into the honeyed orifice between her beautiful legs.

The exquisite honeyed passage where Lerian had been born was now being penetrated by her lover's fingers, which began to thrust rapidly. Her young and beautiful mother, head thrown back, moaned and cried out, her wanton state fully revealed as she was being pleasured by her beloved lover, exuding endless allure.

Seeing her mother's seductive and alluring expression as she was being pleasured, Saint Dorothy felt even more excited, filled with the thrill of conquest. Her movements became increasingly intense. Suddenly, she saw her mother open her hazy, beautiful eyes, lift her head, and kiss her own large breasts with her cherry lips. The warm, moist touch on her incredibly sensitive nipples intensified her excitement as she suckled vigorously.

The Countess, also filled with excitement and pleasure, sucked on the tender nipples, feeling streams of milk flowing out, its taste incredibly sweet. She couldn't bear to stop, sucking deeply and swallowing it with joy.

Feeling the trembling fingers thrusting in and out of her honeyed passage, bringing waves of frictional pleasure, she also raised her slender hand and caressed the smooth inner thighs of Saint Dorothy. Her fingers also entered the beautiful honeyed cave beneath the golden hair, thrusting rapidly.

Simultaneously feeling stimulation from two places, Saint Dorothy moaned with excitement, her fingers thrusting even more vigorously, causing the Countess's excited moans to resound intensely in her ears.

These two stunning beauties joyfully made love on the bed, their bodies locked in a passionate embrace, each manipulating the other's genitals, their eyes brimming with tears of joy as they gently kissed each other, their tears falling onto each other's beautiful faces.

Amidst their trembling moans, both beauties reached their climax, embracing tightly, breathing heavily with excitement, their minds reeling, filled with a feeling of reluctance to part from each other.

After resting for a while, the beautiful Countess, her delicate body still wet with tears of excitement and gratitude, lay on top of Saint Dorothy's jade-like body, her cherry lips lightly kissing the inside of her snow-white thighs, gradually moving to the petals, her tongue licking inwards.

Saint Dorothy moaned ecstatically as she lifted Dorothy's jade-like buttocks, pulling them to her face. She parted her sensual red lips and excitedly kissed Dorothy's petals, passionately kissing the place where Lerian had been born, sucking hard. Her tongue skillfully stirred and licked within the opening, causing Dorothy's womb, where her lover had resided, to tremble violently, secreting even more nectar, which Dorothy greedily drank down.

A new round of lovemaking began. The exquisite Countess pressed down on Dorothy's healthy, jade-like body, both sucking hard on each other's beautiful petals, their fragrant tongues licking intensely within the honeyed opening. They made love in this blissful way, their joyful moans filling the entire bedchamber.

The intense pleasure made them forget everything else, focusing only on their tight embrace, their passionate lovemaking, intoxicated by each other's perfect and alluring bodies. With each pleasurable encounter, nectar gushed forth, splashing onto their faces and thighs.

For Saint Dorothy, making love with her lover's young and beautiful mother was a new and exciting experience, making her orgasms even more intense. In a dizzying, intoxicating state, she closed her beautiful eyes tightly, clear tears streaming from beneath her long eyelashes. Suddenly, she understood Elva's strange sexual fetishes, realizing why he insisted on having sex with both Lerian and her daughter simultaneously—it certainly felt more pleasurable that way.

Their lovemaking continued unabated, oblivious to the passage of time. They lost count of how many orgasms they experienced on each other's bodies, until both were utterly exhausted. In the throes of their final climax, they trembled and clung tightly to each other's alluring bodies, moaning and groaning in the intense excitement before finally falling into a deep sleep.

When they awoke, it was already broad daylight. Saint Dorothy opened her eyes, seeing the beautiful noblewoman still clinging tightly to her in her arms, and felt a pang of shame, wondering how she should treat her when she regained consciousness. Their

four breasts pressed tightly together, nipples lightly brushing against each other, the gentle friction bringing a stimulating and pleasurable sensation. Saint Dorothy gently bit her cherry lips, suppressing a moan of pleasure.

A bloating sensation came from her lower abdomen. She had been too vigorous during her bath and sleep yesterday, forgetting everything, and hadn't gone to relieve herself in so long. Saint Dorothy's cheeks flushed slightly as she quietly tried to get out of bed. The moment she moved, the Countess woke up, embracing her tightly and whispering, "Your Highness, don't leave me..."

Saint Dorothy smiled wryly, a hint of embarrassment on her face, and sighed softly, "It's dawn, we should get up..."

The Countess raised her hand and pressed it against her body, gently calling out, unwilling to let her leave.

Inadvertently, her hand rested on her lower abdomen, causing Saint Dorothy's face to turn red, and she let out a muffled groan.

The beautiful noblewoman rose, noticing her slightly flushed cheeks, and guessed her current predicament. Suddenly remembering a similar situation Elva had experienced before, she blushed and smiled slightly, her delicate body slowly sliding down, the smooth, silky skin rubbing against each other, bringing exciting pleasure.

Feeling her high, firm breasts rubbing against her lower abdomen and thighs, Saint Dorothy breathed excitedly, already having a premonition but daring not to believe it, until her legs were parted by slender hands, her beautiful face pressed against her petals, and her warm, cherry lips took her private parts into her mouth, only then did she understand her intention. She stared wide-eyed in astonishment at the beauty beneath her, somewhat incredulous.

The Countess's beautiful eyes held a smile, her smooth fingertips gently massaging her soft, fragrant buttocks, caressing her smooth skin, kneading her buttocks, gradually moving to her anus, her eyes filled with encouragement.

Under such obvious prompting, Saint Dorothy could no longer restrain herself. Her lower petals parted, and a powerful stream of water shot out, directly into her cherry-like mouth, which she drank in large gulps.

Kneeling on the bed, the Countess swayed her sexy buttocks, lasciviously drinking the holy water bestowed by the Saintess. She secretly compared the taste of the two Saintesses from the Taurus Army, ultimately concluding that the genuine Saintess's water was better, with a faint milky aroma and no unpleasant taste.

She also remembered the taste of Elva's urine; although it wasn't as good as the current one, it carried an exciting power, making her tremble at the thought, and her licking movements became even more intense.

Saintess Dorothy released her holy water with unrestrained pleasure, enjoying the sensation of her tongue licking her. She felt an overwhelming sense of excitement and bliss; never before had she released her holy water with such joy and ease. In her ecstasy, she gasped for breath, her head gently pressed against hers as she lay back on the bed, moaning softly, almost fainting from bliss.

After a short rest, the nimble tongue licking her vulva aroused her desire again. Excitedly, she leaped up, flipping the Countess down beneath her. Their four petals pressed tightly together, rubbing intensely as they engaged in joyful morning lovemaking.

The intense moans rang out once more. The two beautiful women were lost in the pleasure of sex, unable to extricate themselves. Their movements grew increasingly intense until a very familiar figure appeared beside the bed, startling them awake. Their hazy eyes turned in that direction, and after just one glance, they were both stunned, their movements halting, too afraid to move.

Beside the bed, the pure and beautiful Lelian, tears streaming down her face, silently watched them, her voice trembling, "You...you..."

The two beauties on the bed were stunned, their lower petals still tightly pressed together, like an exquisite sculpture, staring blankly at their lovers and daughter. Honey continued to flow, staining her snow-white legs and buttocks a deep, wet patch, while Lelian's birth canal was soaked through, stained with the honey of the two beauties.

Seeing this, Lelian felt even more grief and anger, covering her face and running towards the tent. She hadn't gone far when the awakened Saintess Dorothy leaped from her mother's body, rushed over, grabbed her, and held her tightly in her arms, refusing to let go.

Lelian burst into tears, throwing herself into her mother's arms, her slender hands clenched into jade fists, striking her warm chest hard, causing her breasts to swell and tremble with pain.

Although the blows to her ample breasts were uncomfortable, Saint Dorothy endured them, holding her tightly in her arms, gently kissing her ear with her cherry lips, her face filled with guilt.

Lelian's movements softened, but she still pounded on her breasts with her small fists, crying uncontrollably, her heart breaking.

Yesterday, worried about Saint Dorothy, she had led a small cavalry unit, rushing here overnight, camping in the wilderness until this morning when she finally reached the Twin Army's camp. Guided by the Twin Army soldiers, she found this place, only to witness this scene.

The joy of reuniting with her mother after so long was shattered by their actions. Although she cared for her and wanted to know how her mother had escaped, her heart was now filled only with what she had just witnessed. She felt as if the sky had fallen, and the fear of abandonment made her body tremble, her cries growing even more heartbreaking.

The Countess sat up in bed, silently watching her, sighing softly. She put on the robe of Saint Dorothy and stood up, dragging her exhausted body to their side. Seeing her crying so heartbreakingly, she couldn't help but reach out to wipe away the tears on her face, while she herself wept, saying, "Lelian, your brother is gone... Now, it's just the two of us left..."

Lelian was about to pull away from her hand when she suddenly heard these words and was stunned. She turned to look at her, gazing at her mother's sorrowful face through her tears, and said in a trembling voice, "How could this be? He was so young..."

The Countess embraced her, weeping sadly, and said in a trembling voice, "His Highness said he died of illness... I saw him, there were no wounds on his body, but..."

She couldn't finish her sentence and burst into tears. Lelian, forgetting what had just happened, embraced her tightly in grief and anger, her voice trembling as she cried out, "That demon must have killed him! I don't know what methods he used to torture my brother to death, and then he faked it to deceive you. Otherwise, how could my brother, who was so healthy, have died of illness so easily?"

As she spoke, she also burst into tears, which saddened Saint Dorothy, who was holding her. She also hugged the mother and daughter tightly, weeping along with them. Thinking of the miserable life she had endured at the hands of Elva, she wept even more bitterly.

The three beautiful women, who had shared sexual relations with each other, wept bitterly in the tent. After a long time, they wiped away their tears, dressed, and walked out of the tent.

Saint Dorothy's beautiful face regained its calm and dignified expression. For the sake of eliminating the demon and saving the Saintess's Convent, personal feelings could be cast aside. Besides, after the great cause was over, she would always commit suicide as a martyr, leaving the position of saintess to a more chaste nun.

Behind her, Lerian walked silently, holding her mother's hand, tears of grief and anger streaming down her face. She no longer argued with her. Compared to the hatred of her loved ones being killed one after another, what did anything else matter?

The Countess wore a nun's robe, clean clothes that the nuns had brought her yesterday. As for the saint's robe she had just worn, she had returned it to Saint Dorothy so that she could appear before her subordinates with an dignified image.

In front of the sleeping tent, a small squad of the new Golden Bull Army cavalry was anxiously waiting. Seeing them come out, they breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly stepped forward to bow, saying, "Your Highness, the Twin Army has set off!"

Seeing them, Saint Dorothy was initially a little embarrassed, thankful that she had set up a soundproof barrier so that they wouldn't hear the sounds of their lovemaking. But upon hearing this, she was shocked and asked in a deep voice, "What happened? Speak quickly!"

The squad leader hurriedly blurted out the answer. When they followed Lillian into the camp, they sensed something was amiss. The number of soldiers was unusually small; they hadn't seen many along the way, only reaching this camp where they found a small force of less than three hundred men – hardly the appearance of a large army.

After questioning some soldiers, they hesitantly revealed that Saintess Gurney had ordered a night-time march, leaving only this battalion to guard Saintess Dorothy. The others were instructed to proceed discreetly, so as not to disturb Saintess Dorothy.

With her sharp intellect, Rose naturally guessed that Saintess Dorothy had come to dissuade her from continuing the advance. Proud and filled with hatred, she was unwilling to give up her impending victory. Moreover, scouts had reported that Prince Edward had arrived at the front lines dozens of miles ahead to inspect the situation; a light cavalry attack could very well wipe him and his men out on the battlefield!

What's even more intriguing is that although he personally led the army on this expedition, he led a light cavalry to the front lines ahead of time to set up defenses, leaving the main army behind. The main army was led by Commander Catherine and moved south, and at the speed of infantry, it would probably take several days to arrive.

According to the intelligence brought by the scouts, he only had two or three thousand soldiers with him. If the Twin Army, numbering over ten thousand, attacked together, the enemy would certainly not be able to withstand it!

Saintess Gurney believed this intelligence because she could keenly sense her sister's location, which was only eighty miles to the north. Moreover, Elva had taken her out for a walk last night. Although they were still shrouded in mist, Saintess Gurney was unaffected by the mist and could see that she was in a military camp. Everything she saw matched the intelligence.

With the opportunity to eliminate the demons once and for all and rescue her sister, how could the Rose Maiden easily let it go? In order to launch a lightning-fast attack without being hindered by Saintess Dorothy's marching speed, she did not want to discuss it with her. Besides, yesterday's events made it awkward for everyone to meet, so it was better not to see her at all.

At dawn, Saintess Gurney quietly ordered her men to wake the soldiers and have them set off overnight without making a sound, lest they disturb Her Highness Saintess Dorothy.

Most of the Twin Army soldiers had set off with the main force, leaving behind only some baggage train and fewer than three hundred soldiers, scattered throughout the camp. Most continued to rest near Saint Dorothy's tent to avoid disturbing her with footsteps.

This was unnecessary; Saint Dorothy had been so passionate the night before, reaching multiple climaxes before fainting from the excitement. Even thunder wouldn't wake her, let alone the sound of light footsteps in the distance.

Meanwhile, Philon, sleeping in a more distant tent, was exhausted from the past few days and remained unconscious. Furthermore, the nuns had added sleeping pills to her water, ensuring she was still fast asleep, unaware that her beloved Saint Dorothy had arrived.

Hearing this, Saint Dorothy was shocked and filled with shame and regret. She blamed herself for not paying more attention the night before; indeed, beauty was a curse. She had obtained this stunning beauty, excitedly making love all night, only to have lust ruin everything.

"Prepare to depart immediately! Prepare horses for us! We're going to catch up with the Twin Army!"

Giving the order to her subordinates, Saint Dorothy turned her head, her expression complex as she looked at the beautiful mother and daughter who bore a striking resemblance. She sighed and said in a deep voice, "I'm leaving now. You two stay here with the Taurus soldiers; you'll be fine!"

Lelian's face showed anxiety and worry. She impulsively stepped forward, grabbing her and demanding to go with her to chase the Twin Army. Saint Dorothy couldn't stop her. Remembering that after her personal training, Lelian's martial arts skills were now sufficient to protect herself in the chaos of battle, and her horsemanship was also quite good, she said no more. The two mounted their horses together and led the new Taurus cavalry, galloping northward.

The beautiful Countess stood at the camp gate, watching her daughter ride away with her lover. Her expression was complex, and she sighed softly, clear tears streaming down her face.

The mountains and valleys covered the land, but there were few trees; indeed, it was a desolate and treacherous place, a perfect place for murder and robbery.

Standing atop the high mountain peak, Elva admired the surrounding scenery with great interest, unfazed by the barrenness of the mountain range.

The terrain was rugged, perfect for defense, and the sparse population meant that any military action wouldn't cause much disturbance to the local population.

His peak was the main peak of the surrounding mountains, higher than the others. To his delight, there was a flat area at the summit, as if prepared just for him.

His princely extravagance had been carried into the wilderness; the entire mountaintop, a large flat area, had been cleaned and covered with thick carpets, a vibrant display of colors.

These carpets were new products from his newly built textile factory; according to his specifications, each carpet was red and white, embroidered with large gladioli and roses of various colors.

What delighted him most was that on this vibrant carpet, all the nuns of the Gemini Palace were present, their arms bound behind their backs, kneeling on the carpet, weeping bitterly, their heads raised as they cursed Elva.

The magnanimous Elva, of course, paid no heed to their curses, silently contemplating which pair of beauties he should ravage later, making them repay the debts of their mouths with their lower mouths, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. Saintess

Minnie knelt naked beside him, a golden collar around her jade neck, inlaid with jewels that shone brilliantly in the sunlight.

He led her by the golden chain, making her kneel at his feet like a beautiful dog, her snowy buttocks and jade peaks exposed to his subordinates. This fact filled the gladiolus girl with extreme shame; she knelt on the carpet, weeping softly, trying to keep her beautiful legs closed, hoping her subordinates wouldn't see her chaste genitals covered in fine down.

A pulling sensation ran down her jade-like neck. Saintess Minnie dared not resist her master's pull, tears streaming down her face as she crawled forward with him, her head bowed, unable to look at the nuns ahead. Tears fell onto the expensive carpet.

Elva smiled contentedly, strolling across the carpet, passing by the twin beauties, occasionally reaching out to touch their hair or pinch their breasts, listening to their angry curses, feeling immense pleasure.

Behind him, Saintess Minnie crawled in humiliation, tears streaming down her

face. As she crawled forward, her allure was subtly revealed, causing the nuns excruciating pain, speechless and weeping, forgetting even to curse. After leading the beautiful girl through the crowd once, the cursing subsided. Elva, pleased with himself, led her back, standing in front of the crowd, looking at the fifty-odd pairs of twin beauties, his heart filled with excitement, eager for another hundred-person kill.

A surge of pride rose within him. Standing atop the high mountain peak, gazing at the blazing sun, Elva thought proudly, "Who could be as great as me to bring together so many twin beauties for deflowering!"

Beside him, the two pairs of twin beauties he had deflowered—Isa and Luna, aunt and niece—lay silently weeping, their hands and feet bound, naked on the carpet, their mouths stuffed with underwear, unable to utter a sound.

Elva turned, looking at the weeping twin beauties, smiled, grabbed Isa, and thrust his erect penis between her thighs.

Terrified and indignant screams echoed from among the nuns. The twin sisters stared wide-eyed in horror as his thick penis plunged into Isa's honeyed orifices, pumping forcefully.

This sight filled them with extreme grief and indignation; their screams, both shrill and beautiful, resounded across the mountaintop.

Having already set up a soundproof barrier and sealed off the surroundings with mist, Elva wasn't worried that their appearance and cries would be seen or heard by his subordinates on the mountainside and below. He continued his vigorous assault, smiling as he admired their unique beauty.

Having so many twin beauties gathered together was truly a sight to behold, a feast for the eyes, and his thrusts became even more intense until Isa trembled and convulsed violently, reaching climax from his electric dragon spear and ejaculating. Only then did he withdraw his penis and turn to her sister.

The four of them, aunt and niece, were pressed down on the thick, exquisite carpet by Elva, their juices dripping onto the rose and gladiolus patterns, tears flowing down and gradually soaking the carpet.

Saintess Minnie knelt to the side, her slender figure displaying beautiful curves, tears streaming down her face as she watched her subordinate nun being raped, unable to help, only able to weep silently, hoping her sister would come to her rescue.

She could already sense that her sister was leading a large army at a rapid pace, approaching her side, only a dozen miles away, and would arrive soon!

Now, all she could do was pray to the Goddess of Life, hoping for her protection so that her sister could arrive quickly, defeat the powerful demon, save the nuns under her command, and ideally, prevent them from being violated by the demon.

As if reading her mind, Elva gave her a meaningful look, withdrew his penis from Luti's vagina, and strolled behind her. Suddenly, he grabbed her slender, curvaceous waist and snow-white buttocks, his thick penis piercing through the air, thrusting into her tender anus with a soft "plop," forcing open the tight opening and penetrating to the deepest part of her anus.

The twin nuns, who had been weeping and cursing in grief, suddenly opened their mouths and screamed at the sight. Their beautiful eyes widened in disbelief as they stared at the saintess's buttocks, their hair standing on end in grief and anger.

Amidst the melodious screams of a hundred beauties, Elva skillfully and painfully violated Saintess Minnie's anus. His penis felt intensely pleasurable as it was gripped tightly within her narrow passage. He couldn't help but reach forward and grasp her smooth breasts, praising, "Saintess Minnie, your rear is becoming more and more pleasurable!"

The gladiolus girl ignored his praise, kneeling on the ground in grief and indignation, tears streaming down her face. Her anus was deeply penetrated by the thick penis, a humiliating experience. She felt the penis thrusting and rubbing against her anus, the pain and dryness causing her heart to bleed silently. She cried out in anguish, "Sister, come save me!"

Several miles away, Saintess Guni heard her cries of pain in her mind. The unbearable pain in her anus almost caused her to fall off her horse.

Gripping the reins tightly, the rose-clad maiden, riding sideways on her warhorse, felt dizzy and tears of grief welled in her eyes. Her voice trembled as she shouted, "Speed up! All soldiers, advance in that direction!"

Her hand pointed firmly to the distant mountains, and with trembling fingers, she whipped her horse, urging it to gallop in that direction.

A lieutenant, his face showing worry, hesitated for a moment before finally spurring his horse forward, stopping her horse's head, and bowing respectfully. "Your Highness," he said, "the terrain here is treacherous. We should be cautious and send more men to scout the surrounding area before advancing."

Saintess Gurney reined in her horse, looked around, and indeed saw that the mountains were increasing in number and becoming increasingly steep, making a swift attack difficult.

But a series of intense pains surged from her anus, and her heart was filled with the sorrowful cries of her sister. Saintess Gurney was heartbroken and could no longer care about anything else. She roared, "Nonsense! The intelligence has been thoroughly investigated. That traitor only has two or three thousand men with him. What else is there to say? Get out of the way, or I'll behead you to uphold military law!"

The officer turned pale with fright and hurriedly turned his horse aside. Seeing this scene, others were terrified and dared not offend the Saintess. They could only command their subordinates to follow her quickly.

Mounted sideways, Saintess Gurney tightened her anus, feeling the throbbing penis inside her tremble violently, ejaculating hot semen. She could feel the scalding heat of the semen deep inside her body, which brought tears of grief and indignation to her eyes.

After withdrawing the penis from the Saintess's tight anus, Elva smiled and walked towards the twin nuns with double uteruses. His limp penis swayed with his steps, dripping with semen.

Through her sister's eyes, Saint Gurney clearly witnessed the scene and knew he was about to violate the chastity of her nuns. She was greatly alarmed, whipping her horse and shouting for all cavalry to follow her, urging them to hasten their march to rescue her sister.

Meanwhile, far behind, Saint Dorothy was also galloping alongside Lerian, leading a small cavalry unit to catch up with her troops. She silently prayed that Gurney would slow down so she could catch up and prevent her from suffering a heavy loss in battle.

Unfortunately, she didn't know that the mountain Elvar had chosen was several miles south of his original camp, making it much faster for Saint Gurney to reach it than she had anticipated.

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