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Lance, King of Tigers and Wolves (1)
The Mad King, Aristotle, finally relinquished his throne with the blessing of all and became a member of the Senate instead.
A berserker from the East, the ronin known as Ranger Lance replaced the King as the first Council Era Regent.
It was generally expected that his reign would not last long, and although he had married Princess Leia and had many able assistants to help in the government of the country, the shadow of the North still pressed upon the kingdom, which had just passed through its festivities amidst the rejoicing of its people.
The continent of Aba Nya is divided in two by the Poran River, with the three main nations of Rancastle, Dongsheng Shenzhou, and Dilan in the east. The main invasions come from the north, and Dilan, at the center of it all, has never suffered a single defeat under the leadership of the kings.
Lance had just received an emissary of the Holy King from the Blue Kastle, a civilized woman with long platinum blonde hair, the figure of a woman from the Far West and the gentle demeanor of a female scholar from an ancient eastern land.
”Not bad for the Holy King’s command!” Lance high-fived and praised.
The aquamarine pupils under the compact glasses couldn’t help but flicker with joy, ”Your majesty’s men are also all talented, I’m sure the Holy King will be very happy to know that Dilan is governed by you.”
The Blue Castle had the world’s number one water army, but the location was far away, but Lanny Ching had traveled a full four months on this visit. There was nothing to be done, the north was under the control of the demons, and both countries traveled through the mountainous country in the middle.
Princess Leia greeted her cheerfully: ‘Why don’t you come with us to the Tienjin Palace to greet King Aris in the evening, Korani!
But Lanny knows that the sky into the palace is a big important place in Dilan, there is a mad king from the world set of heavy treasures and beautiful and fierce men, anyone who enters will be attracted by the temptation of the colorful and uncontrollable.
Lance had just taken office and there were many departments waiting for him to visit.
First up were the country’s two main armies, the Black Army led by Marshal Erland, who used black magic, and the Quiet Queen’s Army, who used white magic. Marshal Erland was a mature woman of twenty-eight or nine years old, her entire body surrounded by soft armor except for her corset embroidered with lilies. Because there was a teleporter configuration in the black army, Erland was in a state of readiness to go out at all times.
Lance traveled when Ran had just returned from the countryside and was shedding his armor and scrubbing his body.
Her short, dashing blonde hair impressed Lance; it was said that black magicians were required to vent their hair a dark color to facilitate summoning the foul spirits of the underworld at night, but Erland was one of those mages who only summoned the thunder of the night, and foul spirits were not yet among her services.
‘Oh? Why didn’t His Majesty Lance send someone to inform us?’
After waiting for a long time, Erlang, who had been changing behind the screen, realized that Lance was standing leisurely at the table, and graciously stepped out from behind the screen, her shapely figure causing a stirring in Lance’s nostrils, her biceps extending smoothly downward, sliding over the flat, white, clear belly, and arriving at the gilded valley… between her legs… Lance’s head was still in the same condition as it was ten seconds ago, and Erlang had already taken his coat to the coat rack and hung it up.
Understanding that discussing matters of state was far more important than the vagina of the beauty in front of him, Lance pressed his animalistic desires and pulled out Leah’s proposed theme, asking Ran to explain it to him line by line.
Erlan comfortably put on his underwear and discussed the tactics in question with Lance, who couldn’t understand some of the odd tactics used by the magical generals, and Erlan smiled and waved his hand : ”Call Sistah here! Your Majesty, you haven’t seen a teleporter, have you?”
Ran threw a talisman out of the window, and it then transformed into a black dove and flew off to the east. Sixta was currently practicing at the ‘Penthouse of the Victorious Mage’, if she hadn’t skipped her classes… ‘Aigoo, don’t call out to me when I’m climbing the stairs, I’ve just climbed to the 99th floor…’
A maple-red haired girl appeared in front of Lance after a puff of smoke, two flaps of her sister hair brushed past her nose, the fresh scent of her hair wafting Lance, ‘Ah!’
Sista, who had her buttocks groped, screamed in a ghostly manner and tried to cast a spell on her opponent with tears of defiance, Lance looked towards Ran pleading for help, but she looked on smilingly, and Sista, who had recited a few incantations, drew her knife in frustration: ‘Who are you?!’
‘I’m… I’m… I’m that Lance!’
‘Lance?’
After listening to Ran and Lance’s explanations, Sixta coughed with a blush: ‘I’ve been practicing in the jungle for six months… I didn’t know that you’d changed your king…’
‘Jungle???’
”The Enchanted Forest of East Markos! The Death Contest that teleporters have to participate in every year, and I’ve passed it three years in a row, so I don’t have to go next year…”
Sixta waved her clumsy hand proudly, she had been known as a genius in this field since she was a child, ever since she had accidentally transported her elementary school teacher to the comfort women’s camp…
‘Why did you climb the stairs?’
Lance envied this kind of bang-and-go method, if he wanted to go screw other women at night…
‘Pfft! No… I mean…’ Sixta apologized with embarrassment, teleporters were usually not well mannered, and if they annoyed someone somewhere, the only way to get around was to run away: ‘You can’t pass back and forth in a magic tower, they’ve put up a very strong boundary!
After listening to Sista’s use of strategy, Lance asked with interest: ”Do you have any special rules? For example, there are some missions where you have to break into places you shouldn’t, are you willing to do it?”
Sixta shook her head in disbelief: ‘Are you talking about License #7? …but I’ve never memorized it…”
‘For example…’
Sista blushed and jumped up, looking sheepishly at the thieving Lance again: ”Are we really going?”
‘Why don’t you go?!’ Lance could tell she’d never tried.
Sista finally obliged, closing her eyes and reciting an odd incantation that Lance couldn’t even memorize, and the two of them disappeared with a swoosh.
”Quickly scream for me!” The burly man squeezed the fine-skinned noblewoman on the railing so hard that, at a sharp glance, he wasn’t Bass Hanking!
He, who had been in the limelight with Lance in the Battle of the Red and White Roses, was surprised that he had not been lucky enough to be promoted to a higher rank, and had only picked up the position of Governor of the Musketeers, which made him dissatisfied.
‘My lord count, I’m dying…’ The blonde woman stripped naked, wearing white gloves adorned with rings and the headdress of an aristocratic lady, making her look even more lascivious. Bassihan was known as a lady-killer, and although the prostitutes lying on the floor had collapsed from exhaustion, underneath them was a real marquise, whose annual income of 6 million gold coins made it possible to make her vagina as soft and delicate as the ones who had no money for maintenance and had to run a business Her vagina is soft and delicate, and she has no money to maintain the business of the whore like a world of difference.
He cursed constantly in his head, from Karis to Lance, even Princess Leia, not realizing that the person who would screw him over the most had appeared behind him at that moment.
‘May by will!’ With a wave of the sister-headed red-robed maiden’s fingers, Bashan complied with Lance’s wishes and was moved to a pasture three miles away, and Siesta blushed as she withdrew her hand into her sleeve.
Lance saw a smile in her eyes and asked curiously while unbuckling his belt and stepping forward. Sista did not answer, then looked up when Lance has grunted and inserted into the body of the female marquess, tube she cried out, a pair of breasts in his hands are given to scratch out the blood marks, visible Lance destroyed the flower of the force, Sista was howling and jumped before going up to the side.
”Lance… Your Majesty, she’s screaming in pain…”
Lance was wondering why the little slut hadn’t squirted out her flower fluid yet, when he had a bright idea: ‘So it’s just a beating!
At that moment to her breasts a slap slap, was so hot dozens of good beating, she finally softly twitching body, her womb also warmly shot out nectar, poured on his glans, two lines of hot tears also flowed out of her eye frame.
Sista looked surprised because she had just had a cool look on her face, so changed so quickly?
‘You take off your clothes too, I have a lot of errands to run…’ Lance shamelessly pointed his dick towards Sista.
‘May by will!’
Noticing her angry gaze Lance had regretted it, and when he came back to his senses the man was already somewhere in the wilderness of Dilan.
Bassham was calling aside, his dick was so tightly clamped by the cow that it still didn’t look like he could pull it out in three days and two nights.
Lance, King of Tigers and Wolves (2)
Finish typing it up quickly while there’s no class… I don’t touch up drafts, so if you see any typos or strange words… please correct them yourself: P. Can you tell me if it would look neater if there were blank lines added?… As soon as he took office, Rance gave her a missing person’s story, which was something that Leah couldn’t have ever imagined.
That’s when word came in from the sisters of the Goddess Aia Order. The Goddess Aia was one of the main religions of Dilan, many priestesses practiced this loving goddess, and Leah had been a priestess of Aia in her time as a princess.
It didn’t take long for her to be summoned before the Goddess Priestesses of the Cloud Palace.
In the Temple of the Clouds, one of the high towers of Dilan’s priests, where the powerful Goddess energies allow the priests to perform summoning spells, Leah asks the priests to summon Lance, but his location is beyond the range of the Goddess’s power. Leah is surprised and falls into a slump, but as a member of the Goddess’ priesthood, it is her duty to fulfill her obligations first.
A dark-haired beauty stepped quietly out of the back hall. Hair like the night sky was adorned with coral hair ornaments, and in addition to the goddess’s beloved emerald bracelet, she wore a white robe with embroidered gold edges and lined with a white veil.
This was the highest priestess of the Goddess, and Leia was but a mortal before her.
‘God’s most beloved apostess, may I ask what errand you have summoned me to?’
Lauranna’s gaze swept over the crowd, and all the priests knew that the Goddess observed the world through her earthly surrogates, and for that reason Lauranna had been given the strongest mana of any priest in the ages.
‘The sisters in the east are in peril, the message of the Goddess is blocked from entering their realm. We need a group of warriors to escort me there.’
Leia looked up: ”Ask a teleporter for help?”
Lauranna shook her head: ”The enemy is not something that a mage can deal with, we need the power of the goddess.” She paused for a moment, as if receiving instructions from the heavens, ”You can have a teleporter send us there, then let me lead the brave into the battlefield that the goddess promised.”
Leah nodded. The priests only had the power to summon people to come, and a group of armed priests escorted her through the wilderness, ready to return to Cato, the royal capital of Dilan.
Lance didn’t have any priests to guard him at this point, he didn’t even have pants.
‘Where is this?’ Lance looked around miserably, this was definitely not some ranch three miles away!
His distrust of the mage increased a few more points, and Bahans was struggling to pull his cock out of the cow’s cunt when a silvery laugh came from across the moors.
He glanced over to see a long blonde-haired elf scribbling on a hand scroll, neatly arranging what she had seen and heard into a witty bardic overture, and soon elegant elvish poetry flowed out of her mouth, which of course consisted of limericks mocking the two of them.
Lance felt that at this point, if he helped Bachans out of his predicament, the reason he appeared on the moors without pants might not be pursued by future generations. All those who do bad things dare not be arrogant in the pen of the elven poets! For as long as the elves live, they will keep spreading the word, making fun of them in hotels and on the streets. And the life span of an elf is on the same level as that of a dragon or a god.
He quickly fell to his knees in front of the young female elf’s feet, almost hugging her smooth white calves: ‘Please! My companion, my companion, please… save him!
He looked up and realized that he was in hot water. The elf poet had wavy hair that covered her left eye, which was glowing with magic, and from the red corner of her mouth, it was clear that this woman was very good at making people laugh, she asked in a threatening manner, ‘How did you… come to be here? I’ve been traveling for more than ten days, and I haven’t seen a single ghost, so is it possible that…”
She pointed incredulously at the cow, and then quickly wrote on her handwritten scroll: ‘On the xth day of the xth month, an odd tribe was discovered in which a man was having sex with a cow, and based on my observations, they may have used the cow for reproduction, and the society may have practiced matriarchalism, and when the observers entered the scene, they found that the mating ritual was in progress, and that a male, resembling a sheikh, had been…’ ‘
‘Stop writing!’ The elf frowned as Lance, who had realized what she was writing, grabbed her hand in a near wail.
She brought her hand up and with lowered eyes began to mime a spell. Lance backed away in fear, but she didn’t attack him. After a flash of fire, Bhanus was freed from the cow…
A small suckling pig running all over the place nearly knocked over Lance.
‘You’re that Lance?’
The elf Xeni bit into her steak. She had traveled through hundreds of kingdoms of this world, and Dilan, as prosperous as it was, was just another kingdom in the eyes of the elf of infinite life and journeys.
Although the bad hearted Lance wanted to roast the suckling pig but in the way of Saini’s interference, had to make up a lie: ‘Although the king, but there is an evil mage in the local rebellion, still have to go out, this is my subordinate Bachans, he was saved by me many times, really useless.’
A little disappointed to find that Sydney hadn’t memorized the passage, Lance deliberately pinched the suckling pig Bachans in his arms. The latter grunted from his piggy snout in displeasure.
All of the female elf poets roamed the continent in short skirts, and aside from their dazzling long white legs, Lance was most interested in the bottom of their naked skirts. Lance deliberately sat across from her, but damned Barkhans kept trying to break away from him, causing him to move however he could with her casually seated legs covering the important parts.
Had to find a way to slaughter this little pig of a Bahans!
‘I’m going to sleep!’
After dinner, Xeni, with only a simple blanket, lay down on the relatively flat grass.
‘I’m going to… sleep too…’ Lance sucked in his saliva as he lashed his dick around, knowing that the direction her face was facing couldn’t see the virtue he was actively preparing for.
After ten minutes her breathing sounded like she had fallen into a deep sleep, after tying Bachans up, Lance gently pressed himself on top of her, she slept in nothing but an undershirt, after lifting the blanket up, the female elf grunted, wincing at the cold and put her hands between her thighs, Lance tried to pull her hands out but touched a ring by mistake, ‘OMG!’ The reaction to the Frost Ring being touched by an outsider made it seem as if he had gone to an ice cellar and his cock froze.
‘It’ll be warmer when you get inside…’ he reassured himself rubbing his battle-hardened dick, and finally the frozen glans, not quite wanting to work overtime, lay comfortably inside the girl’s petals, spreading the fleshy lips apart slowly, and the elf tilted her head hmmmily, and her fingers lifted up and wiggled a bit.
As if the glans was inspired, it rose to a large size and held up the entrance, the elf’s body seemed to be different from the human, the dense skin to skin with her evasive writhing, Lance closed his eyes and enjoyed the fine smooth touch of her vagina, this kind of pleasure is not something that can be experienced by putting his hand inside or just listening to people’s description, the elf is not bad for one of the god’s earliest creations, Lance almost did not need to twitch to shoot up inside her, but the thought of pulling was still resisting the urge, he gently pulled the glans in. But the thought of the pleasure of pulling resisted the urge to gently pull his glans inward, the feeling of being wrapped in tender flesh was so good that his hair stood on end and his brain tingled.
Sydney’s left hand suddenly slid down over her hip, moaning something dreamily. Lance pressed her hand to his dick, caressing her asshole as he did so. Gripped by her five fingers, Lance let the glans drill between her fingers, unable to resist shoving each of her holes to see how tight it was, wanting to try the pleasure of a long drive.
Cydney had one leg up, seemingly dodging his thrusts, and Lance used the index and middle fingers of both hands to pull on the walls of her asshole flesh, and she was parted just enough to allow room for the glans to push in, and both moaned in unison after the most sensitive part of her sphincter came into contact and pressed against it.
Saini woke up, blushing brightly, her eyes full of color: ‘Don’t… don’t do it to my place…’
Lance wasn’t going to listen to her, half his dick was already in.
”Boing…” Saini turned her head away and suddenly tried to sit up again, but lay back down in a funereal state, seemingly mentally prepared to be fucked until she cums. An elf’s asshole was truly a gift from the gods. On top of having all the advantages of a woman’s asshole, she was also like a fiery little furnace there, and the tightly encased glans could barely support her heat.
‘Good… uh… oh… God… ah..! AH!!!’ Saini’s eyes were tightly closed and her mouth kept screaming.
Lance knew she was being thrust out of sensation, her original aqua blue pupils had turned purple, Lance licked at the tiny beads of sweat on her nose, her gasps continued to spray onto her face, making Lance unable to stop himself from sucking in her lips, her soft tongue immediately wrapping around the tip of his tongue.
Lance was going in as far as she could go, her anus didn’t know if it could take it or not, the glans had felt it reach her bowels, so deep it wasn’t even close to being visible with the anus propped up, Lance pulled out hard and she let out a startling cry, her legs propped up on her hips and slid back down again trembling. Lance found that she had degutted like some women, which was common in women who had been abused in the war, as they had been roughly anally fucked for a short time, and after degutting they had been left on the spot.
Lance, of course, would not admit that he had pushed too hard, but still helped her stuff it back in: ‘How many times did it come?’
Saini closed her eyes and screamed, ‘You… bastard! After a while, she replied in a low voice, ‘Twice… once when you pulled out… next time, don’t fuck me so hard there… there…’
Lance, of course, had no idea of the consequences of a mortal having sex with an elf.
Bachans, however, was very happy, for Lance had become not much larger than he was, and there was no way for him to grab him into his arms at once.
It was Saini who had to worry about how she was going to get a pig and a little boy through the dangerous wilderness of Velan…
Lance, King of Tigers and Wolves (3)
Let’s see if there’s a way to type 3,000 words in half an hour 😛
Dilan’s predecessor was a kingdom of small city-states, with the country divided into a dozen or so groups by the power of large and small towns. The Battle of the Red and White Roses of Heroes Rising was a civil war created by one of these royal factions; the royal faction controlled about a dozen or so nobles with fiefdoms and private armies within Dilan, and the de facto Regent of Lance was still in a state of struggle with the different forces, but he was unaware of the situation yet.
Her Royal Highness and her party were protected by a team of priests and traveled about half a day to return to Cato.
Approaching the densely populated market town, the priests suddenly looked worried.
”What’s wrong?” The princess asked Sister Alfana suspiciously. She was a young priestess who was less than two years older than Leah, and was one of the few cleric warriors in the Aiya Order who was proficient in battle techniques.
Her plum-red eyebrows furrowed in displeasure: ”This is Archbishop Basta’s domain.”
Archbishop Basta is definitely a notorious figure among the Dilan folk. However, he is very good at power and knows how to utilize his strong henchmen and fervent followers to protect his authority, so no matter which faction prevails, he is still like a maggot in a toilet, and always has a way to make a killing in the midst of chaos.
Their fear also shows Leah’s situation and Dylan’s present condition.
The power of the parliamentary government in this country did not pass into every province; no knight of the council could keep his head or his chastity safe in Basta’s dominions, and it was an impracticable dream to crusade against them, for Basta’s military power was second in Diran only to that of the black and white magical armies and a few of the great nobles, and the land could be ruled by the Order at any time he wished it; but in exchange for a certain exchange, Basta chose to to obey the royal capital for the time being.
They thought a safer way to get to Cato would be to take a detour; the monsters on the mountain were a major threat, and the priests of the Order of Bathsheba might accept a bribe, but the monsters were only interested in golden fur and didn’t respond to gold coins.
After approaching the town, Afana’s fears came true. Aside from the road up the hill, it was surprising that checkpoints were needed to pass through the town; Basta’s military strength was centered in the direction of the government military posts, and having guards at this border was something that had never been seen before.
‘Could there be a traitor?’ Leah thought uneasily.
Her tits were worth a lot of money to many people in this country, especially once she was in Lance’s arms, and the royalists seemed determined to finish off the last heir to the old royal family.
Doyle decided to volunteer to scout the town. She wasn’t yet a priestess, her petite size and two playful braids of hair made her look very much like the youngest daughter of a nearby farmhouse, and since the people here believed in Aia wasn’t strongly forbidden, she could pretend to be a healer as well, and Duo convinced the Princess and Alfana to go quietly on their way.
Both guards showed interest when they saw the traveling priest-like maiden approaching.
Soldiers under Bastard’s command, of course, would have no respect for the cleric; Bastard himself was a warrior monk who believed in the force of arms, and his priests were all expert killers and torturers as they were.
Doyle’s mouth almost bit his lower lip bloody when he saw the look in their eyes.
She was rather glad at this point that she had already offered her virginity to her beloved before she came to the Cloud Palace to cultivate. I wonder what he was doing at this time.
‘OMG! …’ Duo Er was beaten and rolled into the grass, she closed her eyes for a moment but tried to stay awake, they probably thought it would be sexier to have her beaten barefoot so they told her to even take off her shoes, Duo Er’s bare ㄚ feet, because of her head down and her feet up, she was lying in the gynecological palpation position in shame.
The blue-gray haired guy shoved his glans into her armpit from behind, perhaps to try what it felt like to have her hairless armpits clamped around his dick, Duo’s tear-filled face hadn’t calmed down yet, and with a red face she pressed her palms against his glans, and it felt so good to be pressed and rubbed like that, Duo took the other guy’s glans and sucked it hard a couple of times, and the yellow haired soldier lay back contentedly and masturbated for her in her arms.
‘Is the hair in your armpits the same color as your hair? Hmm?’ The yellow-haired soldier licked her.
Duo Er replied in a low voice: ‘It’s the same as hair, but a bit lighter…’
Doyle’s hair was wheat-colored, not drained to a dark blue or black for the goddess Aia’s liking, and her pubic hair was trimmed like a normal young girl’s, but there didn’t seem to be much of a chance for short skirts or under-hollowed jumpsuits when she arrived at the Priest’s High Tower to wear her ancient clergy robes.
They seemed to think that this was a more ‘respectful attitude’ to take inventory, something Bastard should reward, and every soldier of the Order showed their loyalty to the Bishop in this way, though they seemed to care more about the girls’ private parts than where they came from.
‘Hmph! Hum! It’s…’
Duo’s voice under him was sharper, unlike her usual speaking voice, and as the glans swirled sharply in her cunt, her delicate gasps were replaced by a sudden press of high frequency screams. Doyle closed her eyes to enjoy the pleasure of a woman’s pleasure to the core, the fiery whipping making her womb squirt more and more as she was forced to change positions so that she could whip her back, her hips, and her dangling breasts.
”Stop hitting!” Duo Er cried out as she braced herself on the ground in a cloak, it was really hard to fend off the falling spanks with only one foot and both hands, she looked like she had reached her limit and finally bent over the ground unable to hold herself back.
When she woke up, her whole body ached and she passed out again.
From the information Doyle had left behind, Afana had found her clothes and the first place where she had been tortured, and there was still information here, but it didn’t indicate where the second place was.
‘Let me…’ Leah murmured a prayer to the Goddess.
Her consciousness flew up into the sky and became one close to the Goddess. The goddess observed the people’s practices from afar, but because she was so far away, far across the river of stars, that’s why she needed to find agents on the ground. The spell Leah cast was to allow her body to receive part of the Goddess’s senses, and she saw mercenaries, guards, and citizens walking around the town, a group of teenagers taking turns mounting the town’s orphaned girls under the trees, beggars gathering at the foot of the walls for fear of being hunted by the guards, the slave market going on in the mansions of the big families… She could not look any further, and focused her senses on finding Duo’s power. ‘Duo’er?’
The tear-stained girl woke up groggily, unable to examine her misery, but she could roughly make out that she was tied up high, her legs wrapped around her head and tied to her hands, her nipples were pierced by a whole row of needles interlaced with each other, and she couldn’t see what was shoved up her ass.
‘Sister Lea, it’s so hard… I want to die…’
‘Don’t… think of the Goddess’s love… She won’t abandon you…’
‘What are you doing?!’
Leah had to take her will back.
The priests were staring open-eyed at the huge thing in front of them.
He is a fake giant musketeer, one of the best warriors in the world, and for some reason the gods created the giants to fight the dragons. In the age of civilization, the brute strength of the giants allowed them to once again fight against the dragons, as they were the only ones who could physically carry the heavy firearms that only a vehicle could carry, and they were used by all nations as the main force of the charge.
Needless to mention the Grimm-style rotating musket cannon he had on him, he could get any creature with both arms anytime he wasn’t a happy camper, except for dragons which took a while.
All of the priest’s spells were ineffective against the giant, at best dazing him temporarily, but that was like giving an elephant the same ecstasy that humans use, it would only enrage him.
There’s nothing to discuss with giants because they’re used to being masters unless there’s another master on the scene.
Leah struggled with whether or not to take her clothes off herself, but after seeing the reserved Alfana even pull her pants down, she gritted her teeth and followed suit.
Dragons are amused by the human’s preference for clothing and shelter, and loathe the armored warriors even more, so they have a habit of waiting for these guys to be naked to give them a good lashing with their claws or one of their phalluses, whereas the giants are a bit more unpredictable. Some also retain the habit of cannibalism, similar to their ogre cousins, and those that approach humans do so for torture.
He examined each girl’s breasts and private parts one by one: ‘This is strange… Bastard wants a woman with watery-blue hair down there, isn’t that a watery color?
The priests were afraid to look toward Leah. The guy was absolutely colorblind, because body hair that shone like blue velvet was right on Leah’s body, but he actually said he couldn’t find it.
The giant touched his head and was about to leave as if nothing had happened.
Leah gathered her courage: ”Astropy, stop right there!”
The giant’s whole body turned slowly as if it were cursed.
Lance, King of Tigers and Wolves (4)
‘This is great…’ Lance murmured helplessly.
Saini was surrounded by three orcs, and Barkhans was looking at an enemy… well, at each other?
Lance picked up a branch and approached quietly from the side.
Bachans, for some reason, dropped his pig snout to the ground, and the chicken cat ghosted, but of course, all that came out of his throat was an unrecognizable animal low growl.
They could be brothers. Lance scowled and thought to himself, but Bahans brother seemed eager to eat the pink piglet, drool falling from around his tusks as the pig demon’s characteristic cloudy golden pupils shone brightly.
Bahans prayed with all his heart. He believed in the creed of courage that made knights victorious, and when turned into a pig, he found himself in need of courage more than usual.
Lance accurately pewed the branch toward its exposed anus, and the knight, who was building up his courage, let out a startling howl and charged toward his enemy without regard for death.
‘Good timing!’ The Pig Demon screamed, it was rare to meet an opponent who was more retarded than him, the Pig Demon swung his not-so-sharp scimitar down towards the pig’s head, and Lance quickly moved to the Pig Demon’s unguarded rear, and drove the branch into the same area with great force.
The pig-demon let out a cry more miserable than his brother’s, and Lance grudgingly held it down by the arm (he had to pad his feet to do it) and slashed the knife toward its master’s throat.
Victory!
Lance kept gasping for air. He used to be able to take out several companies of such fools without much trouble because he could tell the others to dig holes and wait for them to pass by, now he didn’t have a single henchman with him, just a head of bahans!
It would have been better if I’d replaced it with dried pork…
Lance thought to himself that Sydney had probably finished off the three pigs, and wouldn’t it have been easier for her to cast a spell and grunt a few times to make them turn into their original forms?
Saini’s side of the story was not what he thought it was.
Most magic in this world is designed to be used against humans, and many non-human creatures are simply unresponsive to normal magic, with the exception of a few force majeure black magic spells with lightning and with flames, which are effective against all creatures.
If Sydney had retreated to the proper distance, she could have taken her silver flute out and played a serenade that dragons would sleep to, but as if the other party had seen through her attempts, they closed in from three directions.
If they get their hands on her, she’ll be surrounded not just by swords but by other things… Saini’s face flushed with heat.
The pigs spoke in their own language: ‘This little bitch is already sullen!’
”Break her legs and see where she runs!”
”Ah!” In her panic, Saini was struck in the knee by a whip, and after one foot fell to her knees, the wooden staff hit hard on her back which was not protected by armor. Saini narrowed her eyes in pain and braced her hands on the ground, although she was afraid of the humiliation and death that would follow, the pain made her lose her mind for a moment, and she slumped down numbly.
With leering smiles of victory, the pig demons lowered their weapons and pushed each other around some more, before one of the guys who had claimed the right to get priority finally plopped down on her hip.
After all, pig demons are relatively low-level creatures, they can endure a lot of inhumane treatment, some evil races such as the Demon Race and the Dark Elves think that they can serve as good sex slaves, and after a large-scale capture, these pig demons will be transformed into flesh-and-blood spinning dragonballs using some artificial means.
As the first pig-demon entered, Xeni couldn’t believe it was the creature’s phallus, were it not for the fact that it exuded warmth and a nasty stickiness, the bumpy, rugged surface, and the multi-tentacled tip that was basically a demon’s torture device.
The pig demons licked the elf’s long ears, ‘Ah… mmm…’ The elf moaned uncontrollably, causing the pig demons to become even more aroused, and one of the shorter ones couldn’t hold back and shot over her shoulder.
A chorus of jeers rang out from the pig-demons, the elf dimly made her back to meet the pig-demons thrusts, they didn’t really want to kill her anymore, it was rare for the pig-demons to catch an elf, elves could live a long time couldn’t they? And they don’t age.
Saini blushed as she scolded her mind for catering to these despicable creatures, but her face flushed even more at the sight of the thick, dark gray shaft, her right hand stained with semen as she gripped it tightly… the pig demon’s semen…
Lance was ducking away to watch the fun when a storm of not-so-unusual magic suddenly rose up around him, and he was sent rolling dozens of paces away as a wizard and cleric stepped out of the knot amidst the blue light.
The wizard’s costume looked like it should have been a master of intermediate or higher rank, and Lance judged that she should have been a teleporter, for she wore a sash with the same symbol as Siesta’s, and a tightly fitting magical garment and pale blue silk robes. As the priest stepped forward to take a look around, the enchantress faced the wind and raised her alabaster arms to ruffle the ends of her hair.
Her hair was purple-blue, with a mature look, and her auburn ears reflected a mesmerizing iridescence in the wilderness.
The priest saw the little boy, but she seemed to be looking for something and didn’t pay much attention.
Both are surprised to find three pig demons in the grass, and the priest pulls out her spike hammer in horror.
Lance thought to himself that these two would have been sent to him by Cato, but the priest didn’t look much like one of Dilan’s people. She wore an ethereal style linen white robe, and when walking around, her snow white calves peeked out from between her clothes, wearing a kind of oriental island clogs, and Lance also noticed that she was carrying a bow. A priest with a bow???
One of the pig-demons grunted and grabbed his weapon, while his companion, less eager to leave the woman beside him, watched as it came up, and the priest caught sight of the elfin woman lying in the arms of the two pig-demons, sitting like a doll, with glistening, moist, white, murky fluids on her breasts and belly, and the wizard stood behind the priest and began to mime an incantation.
Lance had heard Ran recite a similar spell, especially useful in war… The priest and the pig demon swung their weapons at each other, and as she shouted, a wave of magical power was released from her hands, passing through the two men in front of her and the pig demon and Saini on the grass like a wave.
The spell took the lives of the pig demons and the priest watched in amazement as his opponents fell limp with their pupils dimmed in front of him, the development of this spell started during the era of the Roma Empire, and those who did not know about magic thought that it was invented by crazy magicians during the era of the empire in order to exterminate the sub-human creatures, and it was considered as a kind of evil magic. However, in reality the spell had no effect on naturally occurring creatures created by the gods such as water spirits and panther men, but was lethal to creatures created by magicians such as pig demons.
This Priest Shui Wu Yue from the Eastern Victory Divine Continent didn’t have the power to lift the curse, but her bow was an unrivaled artifact. After a ritual, Shui Wu Yue flicked her bow towards Lance, who immediately reverted to his original burly-built warrior Lance.
Barkhans cowered in fear and looked pleadingly at the crowd, as Lance towered over him in mockery and stomped on poor Barkhans.
Saini apologized, ‘If there’s a teleporter, we should be able to ask the Elders of the Elven Kingdom to come… Every priest in our region can perform this kind of transformation…’
Mizuki was embarrassed as Lance thoughtfully comforted her, while Celia watched the flow of magic and prepared to teleport everyone back to Cato.
Lance pretended to be concerned and went up to her, his hand already pressed against her groin: ‘Is the king all right?’
Celia blushed and squirmed as Lance intensified his efforts to slam his fingers into the crack of her plump ass.
”How… how can you… ah… where did you touch…”
‘Where’s Erlang… hmm? …’ He dug into the tender flesh at the entrance to her rectum.
Celia closed her eyes and moaned: ‘With my sister… in Cheon Jin Palace…’
Lance stopped pulling out his fingers, he already had a rough idea of who her sister was.
This little ninny! Lance didn’t quite dare to continue, although the possibility of this cold outside and hot inside sister being submissive was relatively high, but currently he definitely couldn’t be transported to some inexplicable place again.
Lance gave up on her anal assault and rubbed his hands on her breasts under her tights: ‘Tian Jin Gong? What are they doing at the palace?
‘The Council… and the Military Council,… captured, only… days… ah…’
Lance suddenly realized something was wrong: ‘What day?’
”Tian Jin Palace,” Celia gasped with a sigh: ”King Aris has guarded the Council and has retreated the officials and the Council to Tian Jin Palace to trap them in a very critical situation.”
Lance was so angry that he squeezed her hand so hard that she screamed and let go: ‘Hurry… teleport us back!
”I’m trying, Your Majesty, but you keep…” Celia lowered her face, not daring to say what he had just done.
Lance can’t stop apologizing and calls for Mizuki, but she’s just arrived in Cato and runs into a rebellion and doesn’t know the situation.
Basihan, who was only worried about his old life, heard the content of their conversation, and a fierce fire rose from his eyes, and Lance picked him up: ”Basihanus! Here comes the battlefield!
As if he thought he was still the knight with the sword, forgetting how many times he’d been used by Lance, Bachans grunted out with his pig snout as if to echo.
‘Those rebellious little thieves!’ Lance gritted his teeth and held the branch so high that his pants accidentally fell off, both girls who hadn’t seen his lower half exclaimed sheepishly, while Sydney watched on in disbelief.
Lance, King of Tigers and Wolves (5)
King Aristotle swung his giant sword, and the oncoming corpse puppets were dismantled under the powerful shockwave cuts.
‘Belwumu’, known as the sacred sword of the ancient god of martial arts, could only be wielded as a toy in the hands of a rough and courageous king such as King Aris.
Clad in a cloak with talismanic magic, Erland moved carefully under the warrior’s guard.
The Cato Council was an immense building, nestled in the eastern corner of the old King’s inner palace, and had formerly been the Prince’s chambers, and Upper Councillor Pia, the Secretary to King Aristeas, had to rely on a map in order to lead the procession through the labyrinth of underground buildings that made up the eastern wing of the Council.
Erland was hesitant to explain why he was searching the area; King Arliss had a hundred knights loyal to the Council stationed at the entrance to the hall, but leaving the hall was less of a safe bet than the thousands of rebels that surrounded it outside.
‘Just ahead…’
Erland’s cloak wrapped around her head and face, and the crystal ball in her hand glowed darkly.
‘Oh? …’
The crowd’s mouths dropped open in horror, and King Aristotle was stunned in mild surprise.
”Darkreislon…” as Erland crossed his arms, King Aris’s body emitted a purple shimmer.
The giant necromantic troll struck down a heavy hammer at King Aristotle!
Without the sudden imposition of the amulet, King Aris was bound to take the blow hard, the attack slipping away from him and hitting the floor hard.
The troll’s head flew into the darkness amidst the tiger’s roar and Belwumu’s astonishing frenzy.
‘Kolasimis!’ the enchantress behind the warrior let out a shrill incantation as a strange force smashed the dead body’s chest into smithereens, spilling viscera horribly to the ground.
As the party entered the ruined gallery, a few zombies leaned over but were easily disposed of by the squire’s knights, and an aura of terror emanated from the darkened room.
‘This is…’ Pia compared the map in surprise.
The source of the light scatters from the gray, evil fires on the altar onto the cool stone walls. A cursed, snake-haired banshee stands wildly in the way of the party.
These poor women who are enchanted to become banshees are not like the snake-haired banshees of myth; they are evil magical creatures who rely on demonic spells emanating from their fingertips, hovering around their spellcasters to guard their masters.
At the altar was a mysterious man dressed in the black robes of a priest from the days of the Ancient King’s rule, looking out from the eyeholes of the face at the knights and wizards entering the Underworld.
‘Tell them to quit or…’ Erland whispered urgently as the banshee began to bark at a high frequency.
After a moment of heavenly spinning, Aristotle found himself still firmly planted on the ground, his magically-protected Erlang unaffected, and struck a flaming claw at the banshee.
Aristotle stood straight, but when he saw the mysterious man in the black robes of a priest, a fighting spirit stirred from within him, and he gripped his weapon and moved one step at a time.
He knew it was a miracle that he could still move freely, and thanks to his determined will, albeit slowly, Aris could still break through the magic and slowly approach his enemy.
‘Want to die!’
The Mystic snarled, phosphorous fire exploding around Aris’s feet, and Aris fought back the discomfort in his body as he arrowed forward and swung a heavy blow.
The black-robed priest’s cape was torn apart by the shockwave, and he stepped backward at the last moment to avoid the scourge of a waist cut.
Unhappily, the Priestess shrugged off her ruptured cape, revealing bare shoulders and cleavage.
He had originally heard that there were many priestesses who worshipped ancient evil gods, but today was the first time he had seen them.
She wore a low-cut bib, and her eyes revealed murderous intent under the priestly hood on her face.
She removed her hood, obviously knowing the reaction that would come from Alistair.
The priestess had the most saintly features Aris had ever seen, her dark straight hair tied up demurely, her neck in dark locks, her vermilion lips in a smile, the priestess folded her fingers and stretched her arms upwards, a very provocative gesture for a woman.
Her hand came around her head and drew the poisoned link from behind her, slamming it hard against Alistair’s waistline before he could react.
Forcing himself to endure the sharp throbbing pain that the spell brought to his body, Aristotle flung his shield away and gripped his weapon tightly in both hands, trying to block his opponent with the advantage of his weapon.
‘Fierce poison!’
He understood the significance of the word, the priests were given refuge from the divine power with ordinary speech, and the toxicity was released away from Aris’s left shoulder.
It’s a hallucination!
He screamed in his mind, and the generalized paralysis immediately faded away. But his body was no longer able to handle a huge sword with such a thick blade as ‘Belle Wumu’, and he was woefully on the defensive.
‘Your Majesty!’
Pia threw a longsword at him. Gullying in his mind, Aris immediately tossed the giant sword away in a smooth motion and took the longsword, launching a counterattack at the priestess with the last of his breath.
Hot sweat dripped from the Priestess’s armpits and forehead as she screamed and sent a shockwave that knocked Aris to the ground.
Aris was undoubtedly a worthy opponent, no one could endure the infliction of so many evil spells upon the flesh, but he endured, and the female apostle of the Evil God gasped slightly, a sickly, luscious blush on her face, and struck down the connecting yoke aiming for Aris’s head.
Alistair rolled out of the way and used the moment to trip her.
The priestess cried out miserably in frustration, her petite body falling to the ground, her weapon having flown out of her hand, her arms slumping back helplessly.
The knights carried the banshee’s uncomfortable looking body out of the odd hall, and Erland lit the lamp bases around it with torches from the altar as Pia curiously took note of the sights around him, as was his hobby and job.
The enchantress stared at the sacrificial rites on the altar: ”This is it.”
She made a gesture, and then whispered an incantation. The shimmering light of the altar slowly faded, and whichever sanguine condensation was in the air departed like running water.
In a corner of the hall, Aristotle was individually interrogating his female prisoners.
She carefully pushed her breasts to one side, pulling the breast pocket down and then similarly exposing the other, finally pulling the corset down and lifting her feet to remove it. She wore a moon tattooed sub, Alessi noted that her nails were not manicured to be better suited to gripping a weapon, one was only in the shape of a graceful long moon, painted in a ripe dark color of tansy, her fingers lightly pulled down the warrior woman’s preferred leather pants as she held her legs together and crouched down so that she could smoothly remove the only article of clothing that she had on. She bent down and lifted the faded leather pants and turned to set them aside.
The priestess covered her tits with one hand, while the other was pressed against her private parts, stepping delicately closer with her lotus steps. Her body carried heat, and her cheeks were still flushed with a halo after the violent struggle.
A wave of arousal rose from his lower belly as Aristotle watched her raw stance.
Knowing what was going on in Aris’s mind, the priestess’s cheeks lowered in anger, and as Aris whispered lewdly in her ear, the priestess shouted in irritation, ‘You… are… nasty!
Alessi narrowed her eyes and rubbed her pair of tender breasts hard, and the priestess squirmed in shame and anger, both snow-white arms swaying helplessly, her nails pinching the edges of her palms, as Alessi grabbed her dancing arms and lowered herself to her feet.
The dark body hair on her lower abdomen grew naturally, untrimmed. The Priestess’s body trembled slightly as Aristotle asked her to hold her secret pussy open herself.
Alessi’s strong body moved closer to the woman with the spiteful gaze, his rod resting excitedly against the slippery lips of her lower flesh, and the woman glanced at Alessi, then was drowned out by her own cries.
She begged for mercy and screamed, her arms gripping tightly onto Aris’s strong back muscles, and after twenty or so strokes, she couldn’t help herself from waving, her silver teeth closing together in a loud, wailing voice: ‘Ah! Aaah! Uh-huh! It’s… so good! Aaah!
She squinted and moaned as she was taken, her legs wrapped around Alessi’s thick legs, her ten toenails painted a sultry, sexy inky purple, her delicate face frowning and panting against the man’s shoulder. Waves of pleasure made her slender waist involuntarily meet the hot glans, swirling her pink ass toward the man.
The Evil God Priestess, who had been raised in an honorable place, was still the first time that her opponent had used her body to vent her lust, and her delicate body was already unable to withstand the excessive use, and her breathing gradually became weak.
Erland took her by one of her calves and carefully removed an ancient silver ring with magical power from her finger, ‘Don’t! That is…’ The priestess let out a voice of protest as her consciousness blurred.
The priestess narrowed her eyes and cried out, ‘I can’t… ah…’ Oh… God…’
Alistair shook his lower body, looking at her distressed expression with amusement as the young priestess slid off the man after being ejaculated on, her sensual ten toes slowly pressing against the ground, her naked body trembling softly as Alistair pressed the loose ends of her hair down, exposing her white neck. The priestess’ legs curled, her hips pressed against her heels, her expression struggling as she was pressed against the other woman.
(to be continued)