Ep67: Wings Struck by Lightning (1) <Side: 7th Apostle, Lightri Elaine / 7th Hierarchy - Amon>
There existed a divine beast known as the Thunder Bird in the Empire.
Recalling memories from my human days, the Thunder Bird, which wrapped its wings in blue lightning and soared across the Empire's desert skies, was said to possess the power to summon rain and wind.
The people groaning under the Empire's intense sun would cheer and go wild for the gracious rain brought by the Thunder Bird, praising it fervently.
But that Thunder Bird is gone now.
It vanished without any omen or sign.
Who on earth made the Thunder Bird disappear?
The greedy fox? The bystander rabbit? The indifferent smoke?
『Cross Moon - 27th (Evening)』
So idle.
So boring.
I want to devote this body entirely to fulfilling my Mistress's grand wish...
But in truth, I'm an outsider.
My other sisters were natives settled in this territory.
In contrast, I drifted here purely by chance during the civil war between the Empire and the kingdom, after being captured as a prisoner and defeated.
Yet that turned out to be tremendous luck in my life.
Thanks to it, I gained the bliss of living eternally as a slave to my Goddess, my Mistress♥
--Pop♥ Pop♥ Pop♥ Pop♥
[Haaang♥♥ L-Lightri, Lady Elaine♥]
[Quiet. It's pathetic to stick out your tongue and drool just because my cock brushed your womb once.]
[Eeek♥ I'm sorryyy♥ B-But Lady Elaine's cock is just too biiiig♥]
After granting the little one with the steel arm—per Rachel's request—my semen, I'd been acting separately from my other sisters.
But with no major achievements to show for it, I was now venting my frustrations on a slave succubus in the back alley.
My incompetence at aiding my Mistress.
The slave succubi pussies that failed to satisfy my boiling lust at all.
Everything pissed me off.
Part of me wanted to raze the territory with the four swords bestowed by my Mistress, but I knew full well that would be the worst possible choice.
[Pathetic. What meaning is there for a worthless apostle like me who can't serve my Mistress...]
Slave succubi lay scattered everywhere in the back alley, their bellies bloated with semen, squirting tides as they climaxed.
All my doing.
One of the slave succubi's innate abilities: When we Ma-shin summon them, they form gates of mana regardless of terrain and burst forth from beyond.
However, the slave succubi tasked with monitoring the territory's people from the back alleys and gradually corrupting the residents there were to be used sparingly.
But to corrupt them anyway, our Ma-shin fluids are indispensable.
So we must periodically feed them our semen or love juices to carry out their missions.
Fucking the slave succubi isn't just venting—it's arming them for duty... or so I consoled myself.
That was when—
--Thud...!!
[Hm...?]
A dull impact echoed suddenly from behind.
Turning to trace the sound, sure enough, something had fallen.
That was when the legend of the Thunder Bird came to mind.
The divine beast said to wrap its wings in blue lightning.
A winged creature trapped in blue ice crystals reminiscent of it.
[What is this...?]
Only the emerald wings protruding from its back were free of the ice; the rest—from head to toe—was frozen solid.
Having lost consciousness the moment it froze, the face visible inside the ice had its eyes peacefully closed, as if sleeping.
[I sense a sister's mana in the ice. This is... Glacia?]
I'd assumed it was infighting among mages, but the mana-infused chill slowly spreading from the fallen ice chunk.
The utterly lewd, vulgar mana layer warped by my Mistress's power.
No doubt about it.
It was the power of my sister and comrade, Glacia♥
[Ngh♥ So hot. Weird. Even though it's this cold, my body is heating up♥ Better than the middling pussies of these slave succubi—just a whiff of that chill from the ice has my cock already this...♥]
Contrary to the notion that ice is cold, the ice born of Glacia's mana itself emitted a chill that stiffened cocks and soaked pussies.
So the winged human trapped in that ice must be unconscious now, but deep in their subconscious, they were undoubtedly drowning in endless climaxes♥
[Enviable♥ So pitiful♥ Trapped in ice, able to indulge in infinite pleasure, yet unconscious and unable to feel it.]
--Stroke♥ Stroke♥ Stroke♥
[Ohoooht♥ My cock is so hot I can't stand it♥ If I leave it like this, my cock might break♥]
Before I knew it, both hands were gripping and roughly stroking my cock♥
Even with the doubled muscles after becoming an Apostle and Ma-shin, this thick brown cock was impossible to fully grasp with two hands♥
The balls that could only squeeze out thin semen from slave succubi pussies now churned out thick seed upon facing the ice's chill♥
The wildly swelling balls shoved aside my straight-standing legs, forcing me into a bow-legged squat for masturbation♥
A naturally perverted pose, but reflected in the ice, it became fresh fap fuel, producing even richer semen for ejaculation♥
[Me too♥ Such a pervert♥ I should assess the situation first, but I've become a cock-brained idiot stroking away♥ Mistress will surely praise me for it♥ 'What a lewd girl you are'♥ Hehehng♥]
Imagining my Mistress's face, masturbation reaches climax.
The veiny shaft bulging grotesquely, the horse-sized balls—my cock's dissatisfied structure all rejoiced♥
It hadn't been long since mixing with Rachel, but this body turns needy after just a day... no, hours without cumming.
It cheered and raved at the long-awaited mana scent.
[Definitely the thickest, stickiest semen yet♥ Join tribesman trapped in the ice. Bathe in the premium seed I bestow and praise my Mistress♥]
My balls bubble and boil♥
The furiously moving hands slow gradually.
Now... Ah.
--Spuuuurt Spuuuurt Spuuuurt Splat Splat Spluuurt♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
[Hngguuuuuh...!! It's coming outtt...♥♥]
Thick, accumulated yellowish semen blankets the ice chunk.
The blue ice is utterly whitened by the hot load, its original color completely obscured.
At this rate, it looks less like an ice chunk and more like a massive semen blob—the volume and quality were absurd.
I'd never stopped cumming before, but this was payback for all those unsatisfying releases.
[Haa... Hngkut♥ My legs are trembling♥ But it felt so refreshing. Just from my sisters' mana scent, and I'm like this—can't wait to see how much I'd produce actually mixing with her♥]
Amazed at my own output, I gathered my excitement-clouded mind, steadied my quivering legs, and approached the semen-coated ice.
The path was slick with love juices squirted during orgasm, splashing with every step.
[That said, a Join beastkin... Rare in the kingdom, let alone this territory.]
I wiped the semen from the face area and examined it closely.
Green hair in a ponytail.
Eyes closed, so iris color unknown.
An androgynous look that could pass for female with long hair.
Wings sprouting from the back pointed to beastkin—highly likely a Join beastkin.
Other winged beings like harpies or sirens exist, but they're monsters, hostile to all but their own kind, so unlikely.
[Judging by the attire, guard captain material?]
The Join beastkin's clothes resembled the guards seen on the streets.
Not identical—the epaulets, sleeves, and pants differed.
Not male-female difference, as this one leaned male, yet differed from the male guards I'd seen.
So the attire difference from other guards wasn't gender, but...
[Rank difference. Those epaulets... High position.]
One puzzling thing arose.
Impressions and attire were trivial anyway.
In the paradise soon to come from my Mistress, looks, build, gender—all meaningless.
Ugly faces, scrawny bodies, male or female, bitch or stud—all would merge into perfect, beautiful, voluptuous paradise dwellers.
So my doubt was why this Join beastkin was here.
[Beastkin are everywhere, but Empire Join beastkin are reclusive, rarely leaving the Empire.]
Beastkin come in many types: cat, dog, wolf, fox.
Races inheriting animal physical prowess in humanoid form.
Join beastkin are winged ones like eagles, almost all dwelling in the Empire.
Like colors or objects holding different meanings per nation or region, beastkin perceptions vary by habitat.
Join beastkin, with wings said to cross illusions and eyes seeing the unseen, faced much persecution and abduction, so they confine themselves to the Empire's deserts, rarely venturing out.
No—never venturing out.
So much so that Empire legends treat flying Join beastkin as good omens: wishes granted upon sight, or journeys ended by them recover the lost.
[Truly wondrous. A race I scarce saw even working in the Empire as a human, now here in this remote place.]
Not kidnapped, or they'd not be uniformed as guards.
More credible: Hired as guards via contract or pact.
That spawns new questions: Why was this Join beastkin hired?
To uncover the reason, I wiped off the lingering semen and inspected the now-visible legs.
[But impressive nonetheless. Glacia's ice. Even doused in my scorching semen—hot enough to sting—yet unmelting.]
But seeing the full body yielded no oddities, so my focus shifted to this insanely heat-resistant ice.
Fallen from on high, splashed with hot fluids, yet retaining its form.
Undoubtedly, Glacia's mana from my Mistress's power was that potent.
Likely frozen mid-chase after flying Glacia.
Frozen this solidly, my lightning or weapons could shatter it, but the contents wouldn't survive.
Given time, the ice would melt, seep into the Join beastkin, and transform them into a slave succubus, but...
[A bit bothersome. An Empire Join beastkin, of all things...]
Any other guard, I'd ignore and leave to the slave succubi.
But this nagged: An Empire-dominant species dropping before me—an Empire native—frozen by a sister's spell.
Each alone could be coincidence, but...
Having been saved by my Mistress's power, I no longer believed in coincidence.
All is inevitability.
What seems chance is inevitability approaching.
My capture as a kingdom POW, near-sale as a black market sex slave—all led to meeting sisters and rebirth as my Mistress's servant.
Not chance, but my fate bound to my Mistress from the start, the time simply arriving.
[Should I ask Glacia...? The mana trail suggests she flew off that way.]
Gazing between the frozen Join beastkin and the sky-traced mana afterglow, I pondered next moves.
If time would resolve it anyway, why not me first?
[Kukuku♥ Looks like this Join beastkin is aroused even trapped in ice♥]
The crotch was visibly stained black through the ice.
Undoubtedly, the Join beastkin's body reacted first to Glacia's ice-induced pleasure.
[Cock's hardening again♥ Any more cumming and the semen stench will leak to the streets...... Hm? This Join beastkin—the stain's position...]
As my once-deflated cock swelled anew post-climax, I spotted something odd at the Join beastkin's crotch.
The stain on what I thought male... Males would cum there, and even small ones in pants would stain belt or below.
Yet this was much lower—like a female squirting.
I.e., the pussy area was soaked dark.
[Hmm♥ This could get interesting. For now, thawing later... I thought of a way to use this frozen Join beastkin more nutritiously.]
Encounter of two presumed Empire natives.
Not coincidence—inevitability.
Inevitability governed by my dear Mistress.
Believing this her guidance, I commanded the slave succubi, who had absorbed the semen and realigned.
[Mel... She's the most adept at magic. Slave succubi. Summon Mel. Reason... A tricky situation arose; requesting aid.]
I won't squander this opportunity even slightly.
Race, rank, secrets... I'll exploit all perfectly as fertilizer for my Mistress's grand wish.
Be good material, nameless female Join beastkin♥
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