The Fusion of Goddess and Machine God
As soon as the restraints on both her wrists were released, she lifted her body and pounced on him while still on her knees. “Ahh—! More! More—!” Jiggle! Jiggle—! She moved with frantic urgency, sending fluids splashing everywhere as she clutched his thighs with both hands. The vitality of a High Lord and the refined magical energy had already reignited her excitement, leaving her in a state driven purely by instinct.
Even though his climax had ended, she sensed the lingering vitality in his manhood. Without the slightest hesitation, she parted her lips and took him deep into her mouth. “Mmmh! Mmmph!”
She drew in a deep breath and sucked with fierce intensity, as if determined not to waste even a single drop. Her tongue relentlessly explored every sensitive spot at the tip of his glans, teasing the urethra and surrounding area before sliding down the shaft and around the base, completely ignoring how his glans brushed against her uvula. After sucking up every last trace of mixed fluids, she let out a pitiful whimper and looked up at him.
It was passionate, yet compared to the Succubus Queen her oral technique remained endlessly clumsy. The sight brought a bitter smile to his lips.
‘Heh. Right now she’s acting on pure instinct to replenish her depleted vitality, but I wonder what she’ll think once she regains her senses.’
Her mouth, still craving vitality, left his manhood only to latch onto the faint residue on the glans and suck greedily. The surge of pleasure nearly drew a groan from him, but he quickly reconsidered.
‘If four former top-tier goddesses are all at the same level, control could become problematic. It would be far easier to manage if one possessed clearly superior divine power and strength. Very well—I shall bestow it.’
He grasped the face of the goddess who was now fully engulfing his glans and rolling her tongue around it, pulled her back, and thrust his manhood into her open mouth once more.
“Ngh—! Mph—! Mmmh—!”
Her body instinctively resisted due to the lack of vitality, but the moment he concentrated divine power into his manhood, she recognized the impending bestowal. A nasal moan escaped her as her tongue—now impossibly wet—returned to caress him with renewed devotion.
With her head firmly held in place, he began moving his hips, sliding in and out of her mouth to draw forth both his vitality and hers. At the same time, he prepared a circular magic formation using the arcane path.
She remained on her knees, completely naked and without shame, clinging desperately to his buttocks so she wouldn’t miss a single thrust. Her body hungered for the gift of vitality. “Hahp—! Hahp—! Haahp—!”
A thick, fruity fragrance began to pour from her once again. The pleasure of the manhood plunging into her mouth and the vitality gathering like an imminent explosion drove her wild with arousal. Her breasts, brushing against his lower body, had grown rock-hard, betraying the depth of her excitement. Her platinum-blonde hair whipped wildly as she rocked her own head back and forth, scattering brilliant light with every motion.
It was ready.
The Dimensional Lord boldly pressed her head as tightly against his pelvis as possible.
Sluuurp—! Spurt—! Spurt—!
“Huk—! Gulp—! Gulp—!”
Startled by the sudden deep intrusion into her throat, she had tried to pull away—only to brighten with delight at the massive surge of vitality that followed. She swallowed frantically, her face glowing with satisfaction. An overwhelming volume of vitality—enough to make his manhood tremble—disappeared down her throat as she wore an expression of pure, blissful happiness. With her mouth stretched wide, she sucked him even deeper. The wet sounds of swallowing continued for a long while before strength finally began to drain from her body.
Having absorbed the absolute maximum vitality she could currently handle, her instincts were satisfied. She was drifting toward sleep to recover.
‘If I only wanted to raise her divine power, I never would have begun this.’
With his manhood still held in her mouth, the Dimensional Lord focused his magic power and activated the prepared formation.
‘Another major reason I’m doing this is that I want to witness the completed form of the Machine God fusion they pursued. My theory is that it must be connected to the current state of the machine race, though it will likely differ from the direction I intend to develop.’
The Dimensional Lord had always viewed combining with a Machine God purely in terms of piloting, but the goddesses had conceived something entirely different. Now, with the magic he had imprinted inside her mouth, deriving only the final result was possible.
"I am the one and only special existence in the world."
⟨ Arcane Imprint ⟩
A low, resonant hum filled the air.
The goddess, who had absorbed vitality beyond her limits and fallen asleep with even her instincts satisfied, began to change. Her platinum-blonde hair now radiated a dazzling brilliance, gaining depth and luster as it took on the glow of a golden attribute.
‘As expected, the goal is to strengthen her relatively weak physique compared to the demon race and increase her destructive power.’
The metallic material felt even harder than adamantium. Moreover, because it synchronized with divine power, damaging it would be extraordinarily difficult. Yet it was not cold metal—it was living metal through which both divine power and vitality flowed freely.
‘It is an entirely new form of biomechanical metal created from divine power and vitality within a god’s body.’
Her arms and legs became sheathed in platinum-colored metal that radiated even brighter light. The transformation that began at her abdomen soon covered her breasts and hips. Though small by the standards of a supreme goddess, they were now voluptuous enough to befit any goddess without embarrassment. Like donning a helmet, biomechanical metal armor enveloped every inch of her body except her face.
‘It was probably designed to cover the face completely as well, but the manhood still in her mouth seems to have prevented that part from forming for now.’
The revealed figure was that of a war goddess wearing what looked like an extremely thin, skin-tight full-body metal armor resembling underwear. It clung perfectly to her form while her brilliant platinum-blonde hair flowed freely.
Conventional armor increased defense at the cost of consuming divine power and stamina. However, this biomechanical armor—which he had analyzed through magic—was literally a Machine God in its own right.
‘It creates a mutual link between the wearer’s divine power and multiplies both parties’ abilities. In essence, the god wearing it and the biomechanical armor Machine God become one, allowing them to fight in a state of parallel divine power connection.’
The efficiency was incomparable to even the highest autonomous divine mecha armor. Most astonishing of all was its capacity for self-evolution.
‘As the wearer grows through accumulated combat experience and training, the biomechanical armor grows stronger alongside them. Furthermore, to guarantee the wearer’s safety, none of this is managed by a separate ego within the Machine God. Instead, it is directly linked to the wearer’s unconscious and activated automatically.’
The Machine God in biomechanical armor form was being controlled through the unconscious mind.
‘The goddesses’ research focused on parallel divine power linkage between biomechanical armor possessing hardness above adamantium and the Machine God, along with reflexive operation of that Machine God through unconscious adjustment.’
When he briefly calculated the expected combat capability, the result was staggering.
‘More than twice as strong as a Lord God of the same level.’
Simply by wearing the core of the metal biomechanical armor Machine God, it would optimize itself based on divine power and vitality to manifest as armor. Afterward, it would autonomously gather vitality emitted by the wearer and from the surrounding environment to evolve further.
‘Because this is literal evolution rather than mere development, the ceiling is virtually nonexistent. In the past, material limitations restricted it to supreme gods at best. Yet this armor, created through my magic and based on adamantium, is clearly capable of handling divine power above the Lord God rank without strain.’
This was the true majesty of the biomechanical armor Machine God, formed through magic manifested by the Dimensional Lord, who had thoroughly mastered the structure of adamantium.
The cost, however, was astronomical.
‘Though the Machine God core appears small, it actually requires nearly the same volume and materials as the wearer. No matter how outstanding the performance, any divine realm that tried to mass-produce adamantium biomechanical armor cores would face bankruptcy. But I possess creation-specialized magic that I received from him.’
When the Dimensional Lord created cores through this method, the process was practically free.
‘Only I will have to suffer tremendously, but material costs are almost nonexistent. If I produce them with magic and sell them, the returns will be enormous.’
In his estimation, an artifact of this caliber would easily command a price of one hundred stars—where a single star represented enough resources to establish an entire divine realm. Of course, he had no intention of selling them recklessly. If multiple opponents of equal rank equipped these and attacked en masse, they could threaten even higher gods.
‘A weapon that is too outstanding threatens the existing order. Since I am satisfied with the current system, I cannot act rashly. I must release them gradually while observing the situation.’
For now, he had only been thinking lightly, but the value far exceeded his expectations and drew genuine admiration.
‘It started as mere curiosity, but with this I can dramatically strengthen both myself and my fully subordinate gods.’
Even by the Dimensional Lord’s standards, it was an incredible artifact. And he had obtained it merely by restoring four individuals to the divine power level of a Lord God.
The realization made the words slip out naturally.
“This is a genuine jackpot. It really was the right choice to keep my heart pure. I’m incredibly lucky I maintained my Karma at ‘Ultimate Good.’”
Without realizing it, she had already equipped the completed biomechanical armor Machine God. Yet she continued sucking his manhood like a piece of candy. Finding the sight endearing, he gently stroked her head.
‘The biomechanical armor Machine God, gleaming with adamantium’s silver light, now clings to her like a second skin—perfectly tracing every curve of the goddess’s fantastical naked body.’
Of course, her breasts and hips were not as overwhelmingly large as those of current combat-type supreme goddesses, but they displayed an ideal, voluptuous crescent-moon shape.
‘A god’s appearance reflects the ideal form imagined by their believers or humanity. Gods choose and transform according to their own divinity. That is the spiritual body—the form of a deity who receives faith from worshippers. It seems the era in which she lived considered a moderately voluptuous yet petite figure the pinnacle of beauty.’