The Fall of Archrival Granzoa
The War God wore a truly delighted expression as he conquered his archrival, Granzoa. He held her tightly in his arms, gently yet relentlessly thrusting in and out of her.
"Haah—! Haah!"
Moans kept slipping from her lips. Her regenerated hymen tore once more, flooding her with both electric pain and overwhelming pleasure. Before she knew it, she had been laid flat on the floor, and she could feel him moving roughly above her.
Her legs, spread as wide as possible while she lay on the floor, were draped over the War God's shoulders. Granzoa's eyes naturally fell upon the sight between her raised hips—his member, glistening with her juices, sliding in and out of her sex.
"This... this is a little embarrassing... haak—!"
"Hoo."
The War God shifted his weight and pressed down hard from above. His glans instantly breached the entrance of her womb, reaching all the way inside.
"Aah—! Aah—!"
Granzoa grew dazed from the shocking sensation. The violent, unrelenting thrusts that followed tore screams from her throat.
"Gently—! Please—! Aaaaahk—!"
It felt as if her mind was about to shatter. When the War God's eyes locked onto her face, determined not to miss a single expression, her body burned hotter and a desperate thirst overtook her. Without realizing it, she threw both arms around his neck and frantically sucked on his tongue.
The fierce kiss that stole her breath combined with the extreme pleasure rising from her core turned her vision pure white.
The moment of climax stretched on so long it felt close to eternity, and the sensations only grew stronger. The wet sounds of the War God driving into her sex and the rough breaths he exhaled against her ear seemed to comprise the entire world.
The instant she thought his pace had reached its absolute limit, she cried out without meaning to.
"What is... this? Huuuhahahahk—!"
It was the nasal cry of orgasm. Hearing it, the War God's movements grew even more ferocious. She felt something explode inside her body and began to lose consciousness.
I can feel his hot semen filling my womb.
She sensed the convulsions of his body as he climaxed and the trembling of her own orgasm, wrapped in boundless ecstasy as her awareness drifted away.
Burrrr—!
The War God emptied the final drop of semen into Granzoa's womb before carefully withdrawing from her. He watched for a moment as she twitched and shuddered from the overwhelming climax that had stolen her senses, then stroked her sex where his cum and her love juices mixed and flowed freely. He slipped a finger inside and neutralized any chance of impregnation from his seed.
"Pregnancy prohibited."
Having prevented conception, he ran his fingertip over the newly regenerated hymen and made a troubled face. Seeing Granzoa tremble every time it was touched, he muttered.
"This completely proves I'm the God of Lust."
Around the War God, five High Elf Queens with supple, elastic bodies hung upside down completely naked, their large breasts and buttocks exposed. They panted roughly in unconsciousness. Their entire bodies were drenched in lewd fluids, legs spread wide to shamelessly display their sexes. Those folds were slathered with the divine-power-infused saliva he had injected and their own overflowing nectar. Dried traces of saliva and Cowper's fluid from servicing his member clung to their mouths, still dripping slowly. Beneath him, Granzoa lay with her sex soaked by the semen flowing from her womb. Each time the regenerated hymen was touched, she would cutely shiver and gasp for breath.
"This is quite the predicament."
The thick scent of love juices filling the summoning chamber and the sweltering heat told the full story of what had transpired.
The War God dressed in his clothes and robe again, tidying the area as he grumbled.
"Huu! Do I really have to look after them all the way to the end?"
Having taken the very archenemies who once tried to kill him into his embrace, the War God suddenly felt a heavy sigh rise within him.
Once infused with the powerful War God's creative force, Granzoa and the High Elf Queens—who had been falling into corruption as Dark Elves—had returned to their original states.
At least they've been normalized.
He sat within the summoning chamber, accelerating the purification process to finish the task.
A short while later, Granzoa was the first to awaken. She cleaned herself, dressed, then wordlessly knelt and settled onto his thigh with her knees together.
Granzoa's green hair tickled beneath his chin.
With an expression that suggested nothing at all had happened, she leaned against the War God's body and asked.
"Have you fought the Chief God of the God Realm?"
"I lost. I thought he was an administrative god who fought using 'Reality Manipulation,' but he turned out to be a perfect Sword God. I was utterly helpless."
"Hoho! The Main God of the Divine Realm truly is a monster. His 'Reality Manipulation' covers an immense domain, and even if you force your way through, you cannot overcome his swordsmanship. That is why the goddesses could never cross that final line."
"Hmm? What line are you talking about? The place was already a complete mess."
"Pfft—! You sound just like those from the other divine realms. The current God Realm is merely in the midst of its developmental phase."
"You want to push it even further from that state? Are you planning to establish a goddess kingdom that turns male gods into slaves?"
At the War God's cold reply—shaped by his experience with a goddess-favoring divine realm—Granzoa spoke with careful deliberation.
"The number of gods in the God Realm is decreasing. Couples claim it's too difficult to raise more than two children. Male gods are excessively indifferent to family and refuse to tolerate male children who might become rivals. This leads to a preference for daughters, so only the number of goddesses keeps growing. Yet their pride will not allow them to accept polygamy."
Granzoa let out a tired sigh and pressed her body even more deeply against his. The War God's member now rested between her buttocks. She flinched in surprise, but once she confirmed he was not yet erect, she settled down fully.
"The God Realm, which once enjoyed endless growth and prosperity, has shifted toward decline. A fierce debate erupted between the Chief God of the God Realm, the primordial gods, and the primordial highest goddesses regarding the future direction of the divine realm. Having all experienced war and downfall, the arguments were intense."
"......"
Granzoa now leaned completely against the War God's upper body. Listening to his faintly excited breathing and the rapid beating of his heart, she continued.
"The victors were the primordial highest goddesses. The Goddess of the Earth and Agriculture tearfully persuaded the Chief God, who raged against the establishment of a goddess-led divine realm. She is genuinely obedient and kind—the ideal partner for a male god—so her words reached him. It was wise to push her as his companion."
"That's a rather terrifying thing to say. The Chief God or his companion would be furious if they heard it."
When the War God wrapped both hands around Granzoa's impossibly slender waist, she lightly tapped his arm as if momentarily breathless, then went on.
"Even the primordial war gods who had shouted that the winners could do as they pleased were persuaded by their own companions and begged by their daughters. When they wailed about whether it was acceptable for even themselves to become shared property of the male gods, they finally yielded."
"Those old men are hot-blooded, but they aren't stubborn to the bitter end."
"There was also a divine realm dominated solely by male gods. Everything was led by them; they treated goddesses almost like slaves and greatly increased their numbers. But no one cared for the children who were born. As a result, the overall capability of the divine race declined. The goddesses, unable to endure the unfair treatment, transformed into demon gods, and the realm ultimately fell into ruin. The star that once housed that divine realm was devastated so thoroughly that even the Demon Realm would not glance at it."
"If male-god leadership leads to that, wouldn't goddess leadership end the same way?"
While offering his counterargument, the War God's left hand circled her waist as his right slipped through her clothing to grasp her modest breast. She caught his hand as if to stop him, but when he only caressed her gently, she simply left her hand atop his and allowed it.
Granzoa continued speaking, her voice now carrying a slightly breathless tone.
"Hng! The divine power battle to choose the Chief God of the God Realm is ultimately nothing more than an illusion shown to the newly ascended highest gods. The primordial highest goddesses who control the Round Table understand that, with the Substitute Gods and demon gods targeting them, the Chief God's power and ability are absolutely indispensable. Therefore, they would never support someone who possesses only popularity but lacks strength. Even if one holds power surpassing the Chief God, without their approval, one can never become Lord God. The subsequent generations who enter the Lord God election gradually learn this reality and support the current Chief God, who is both the strongest and most stable. We strove to birth a goddess who could surpass the Chief God. But it remains a work in progress. Huuuuuk—!"
The War God lightly pinched her nipple between his fingers and rubbed it with slow deliberation. Granzoa squirmed briefly before her eyes grew hazy, and she continued as if in a dream.
"Hmm—! My 'Infinite Restoration' can counter the Chief God's 'Reality Manipulation.' My plan was to increase followers, raise my divine power, and challenge him. However, because the Chief God is such an overwhelmingly powerful Sword God, victory in close combat is impossible, so the plan remains stalled."
"I see. So that's why you overreached."
"Huuuuk! My authority alone is not enough to defeat the Chief God. I need the swordsmanship of the High Elf Queens. The 'Strike of the World Tree' that once annihilated a Demon King more than two circles above me in a single blow. If I can embody that secret technique by myself and defeat the Chief God, everyone will acknowledge me as the new God King."
Listening to Granzoa's plan, the War God felt a chill run through him.
She wants the sword energy that shattered my body in order to defeat the Chief God? Then after him, I'll be next.
The bitter feeling sparked irritation. He slid his left hand beneath her skirt.
"Eek—! Let me finish—! Aaaaah—!"
He cupped her sex and immediately pushed a finger inside her vagina, teasing the hymen. Overwhelmed by the sudden stimulation, she twisted helplessly.
"So that's why I shouldn't have been appointed in the God Realm. Because I might become your rival or represent the return of a male-god-led Chief God, preventing any advance toward the next goddess-dominated stage."
"Aaang—! That's correct. That was truly my mistake. So please, stop this hand. Gently—! Ahk—!"
He seized her nipple and moved roughly, shaking her breast while lightly scraping the hymen inside her with his finger to heighten the stimulation. Whispering into the ear of the writhing Granzoa, who now seemed on the verge of tears from the excess pleasure, he said.
"Then if I become your ally and abandon the Chief God, what can you offer me?"
"Aah—! Haaaa!"
When he paused the stimulation, Granzoa panted heavily and continued.
"Haak—! Haak—! Dominion over the Middle World and all the problematic goddesses. If you desire, I will serve you with my body as well. Hng!"
"Huu—! Granzoa. Granzoa. Those conditions hold no appeal for me whatsoever."
"How could that be? You, whose desires overflow enough to subdue even the Succubus Queen—would you truly abandon the chance to legitimately claim so many goddesses?"
"I'm telling you I'm not the God of Lust…."
The War God found himself at a loss for words. The suspicion of being the God of Lust could no longer be completely denied.
She's sitting awkwardly on my leg trying to seduce me, offering to hand over many goddesses from the opposing faction if I abandon the God Realm and support her instead. Does this even make sense?
In his view, the rumor of him being the God of Lust had taken such deep root that escape was now impossible.
Well, after experiencing it firsthand, she probably wouldn't believe anything I say anyway.
Not only had the War God taken Granzoa's virginity, he had also forced the five High Elf Queens to spread their legs with love juices gushing from their sexes. He was, without question, the God of Lust.
Granzoa spoke with rising excitement.
"Now that the High Elf Queens have become subordinate intermediate gods, the Great Forest will fall under complete High Elf control. We will be able to create two billion High Elves. In return for prospering the High Elf race, I will receive karma's recognition, shed my 'extremely evil' status, become 'extremely good,' and make a glorious return to the God Realm. Furthermore, thanks to the Cosmic Tree you granted me, I can transform the pseudo World Trees outside the Great Forest into true World Trees and convert the other elves into High Elves. That would allow me to overwhelm even the divine power of the Chief God."
Granzoa's speech had grown heated, almost feverish. Even while the War God's fingers claimed her nipples and the hymen within her sex, forcing pitiful nasal moans from her, her ambition and regal bearing remained unchanged. She reached out a trembling hand, grasped his fully erect member, and began stroking it up and down with determination.
"The seat of the Chief God of the God Realm, which once seemed so distant, now lies before my eyes. To claim it, I am prepared to pay any price."