The Fall of the Rival Granzoa
Granzoa, the rival, had fallen. She twisted her body, pulling her breasts and lower regions away, her gaze trembling as she stared at the War God’s manhood. Slowly, she drew her face closer. Her breathing had grown rough, and she swallowed saliva without pause. When her lips nearly brushed the glans, she faltered, conflicted by the sheer size, the prominent veins she had never seen so closely on a man’s organ, and the fluid beading at the tip.
The War God gently caressed her cheek. “It’s difficult for a woman who has only just experienced intercourse to do this. Don’t force yourself, Granzoa.”
“Don’t underestimate me.”
Granzoa flared at his tender words and parted her lips wide, taking the shaft deep into her mouth. The sudden warmth, wetness, and tightness of her mouth made my manhood convulse with pleasure, throbbing eagerly. She must have learned this from watching the High Elf Queens do it instinctively. Did I enjoy it that much? The War God recalled how he had once allowed the High Elf Queens to take his length into their mouths and pleasure him. Right. This is all my fault. Of course, there had been excuses. If I had gone all out with pure strength, I would have been overwhelmed by these women. What could I do when they grabbed my hips with that ridiculous power and attacked with their mouths?
Granzoa had swallowed too hastily; the head struck the back of her throat and she gagged, tears welling in her eyes. “Kuh—! Kuh—!” Still, she refused to give up, desperately forcing it deeper while stimulating the glans with her tongue. She looked up, watching the War God’s expression as she moved with careful precision.
A soft smile rose unbidden to his lips. He stroked her head through her rippling green hair. Encouraged by his satisfied reaction, she grew bolder, moving her face back and forth to stimulate him. The glans caught on her teeth, struck the back of her throat again, and saliva leaked out. She was clearly unaccustomed to the act; tears streamed from her eyes, and she shuddered at the unfamiliar taste of the fluid coating her tongue.
Despite her inexperience, the passionate service brought him deep satisfaction. He merely continued stroking her cheek. The pleasure rising from his manhood grew stronger, and even the occasional scrape of her teeth against his shaft felt strangely good in its own way.
“Granzoa. I’m about to come.”
“Mmph? Hng?”
Seeing her struggling to keep moving her head, he tensed his hips and prepared to release. “Mmph! Mmph—!” Watching her watery eyes urge him on, he calmly spilled his seed into her mouth.
“Ugh—! Hah—! Cough—! Cough—!” She had tried to swallow at first, but the intense night-bloom scent and unfamiliar sticky texture overwhelmed her. She managed only a little before coughing and spitting the rest out. The War God cleaned up every drop that spilled from her lips onto the ground.
Granzoa coughed for a long while before finally catching her breath. “Ah… ah—! What have I done!” Semen containing the vitality and divine power of a High God held immense value to a goddess. Realizing how clumsily she had handled it, she looked cautiously between his still-erect manhood and his face. A laugh escaped him at her adorable expression.
“I’m satisfied. You don’t need to push yourself any further.”
“Hmph—! No, I’ll continue serving you.”
Provoked by his words, Granzoa’s competitive spirit flared. With still-trembling hands she grasped his shaft and carefully took the glans, now leaking fresh white fluid, back into her mouth. This time she avoided swallowing it deep, instead licking the fluid that had gathered at the tip. The smell and stickiness remained unfamiliar, so she kept it swirling in her mouth without swallowing, yet the taste stimulating her tongue only worsened the situation. She forced down the urge to gag and desperately tried to swallow.
“Mmph—! Mmph!”
The War God smiled wryly, thinking that this was simply too much for a beginner. Then an enraged shout suddenly reached his ears.
“What are you doing to Lady Granzoa—! Black Mage—!”
“Huuu—! You woke up quickly.”
The High Elf Queens had awakened and witnessed the scene. From the War God’s perspective, things had just become troublesome. What would the High Elf Queens, who were practically fanatics toward Granzoa, do? My head is already starting to throb. He thought it would have been better to wake only Granzoa and leave. Yet a question lingered. Did they really overcome the shock of reverting from Dark Elves to High Elves in such a short time? Truly remarkable physiques.
Because he too was a Transcendent among sentient beings, the War God found himself newly impressed by the strength of their bodies. Now, how do I handle this situation? It won’t be resolved with words, will it? His gaze flicked sideways and met the bloodshot, furious eyes of the Red High Elf Queen, the first to awaken.
“Get away from Lady Granzoa right now!”
Enraged by the sight of their revered Granzoa tearfully holding the hated Black Mage’s manhood in her mouth, the Red High Elf Queen—still hanging upside down—struggled to break free of her restraints. Crack! Crack! Unlike the goddesses of the Divine Realm, who lacked fighting spirit, the High Elf Queens attempted to shatter the wide-area binding by sheer force, severing the anchoring points at their ankles.
Urgh! They can even break binding magic with raw strength? What absurd power. This is bad. The War God was on the verge of depleting his vitality after purifying five of them in succession and was in no condition to fight. The other High Elf Queens had also begun waking nearly simultaneously. Seeing Granzoa with the War God’s glans in her mouth, they shouted in fury and tried to right themselves.
“Save Lady Granzoa!”
“Won’t you let go?”
“What did you do to our bodies?”
When the High Elf Queens regained their senses, they found themselves stripped naked, hanging upside down with their legs spread wide in a humiliating posture. The foreign sensation inside their lower regions made their anger surge, and the sight of their breasts—clearly kneaded and sucked—turned their faces even redder.
The War God felt a chill as he watched them struggle to right their inverted bodies. These women have definitely become Intermediate Gods; their overall abilities have risen sharply. They’re trying to break the wide-area binding I cast as an Eleventh Circle Transcendent with nothing but brute force.
Whoosh! Vwoooom! Fwoooosh—! The space holding the High Elf Queens seemed to scream. Their muscles bulged, pressing against their skin. Their already large breasts swelled further with each deep breath, now impossible to cover even with both hands. When they tried to close the legs that had been spread for treatment, their lower lips parted and closed, revealing and hiding the entrance to their passages.
They’re trying to close legs spread by magic through sheer strength. I don’t even have the energy left to be surprised anymore. The sight of magic that defies the laws of reality being overpowered by simple muscle is almost awe-inspiring. Watching them attempt to break the binding with raw power made the War God’s manhood swell even larger, tension and excitement mingling strangely.
“Mmph? Mmmph!?” Granzoa flinched as the shaft already filling her mouth grew even thicker. The High Elf Queens were pouring all their strength into breaking free, and the binding was now completely unstable. The problem was that the saliva of the Highest God of Light—placed inside their wombs and passages to prevent corruption—was threatening to spill out. This is troublesome. They’re not fully cured yet. Their conversion back to High Elves was complete, but the aftereffects of corruption still lingered in their bodies. Their condition is still unstable. If their emotions surge, there’s still a chance they could fall back into Dark Elves.
The War God’s face hardened the instant he saw the saliva being forced out of the Red High Elf Queen’s lower lips by the rising pressure of her inner walls and her thrashing. It’s coming out! These women are truly troublesome. If things went wrong, he would have to start the purification all over again from the beginning. And these aren’t the kind of women who would let me do that while they’re fully conscious.
Fluid began to leak from the other High Elf Queens’ lower lips as well. Only then did Granzoa realize the urgency. She stood up. “Hng!” Still holding the War God’s semen in her mouth, she looked up at the sky and swallowed it whole. Gulp—! The adorable, flustered expression she had worn moments ago while struggling with his manhood was gone. The icy dignity and majesty of a Main God who once aimed for the seat of the Main God of the Divine Realm spread through the summoning site.
Shiiing—! Twelve pairs of wings unfurled behind her back, shimmering like jade—nine pairs fully formed, three translucent. The War God finally understood why she had so eagerly sought his semen. She’s no longer an Upper God but a Highest God in terms of divine power. She’s been steadily accumulating it. So that’s why she volunteered to serve—so she could sense the increase in my War God divine power and steal my stored energy.
Though vexing, a smile naturally formed at the revival of his old rival. The divine power she took from the War God’s domain was meant for the Cosmic Tree anyway, so it doesn’t matter. Still, taking it without permission is absurd. But that’s just like Granzoa. The power she had taken was secondary to him. His true strength lay in the Magic God’s divine power, his mana, and his divine authority as a Dimensional God who had reached the Eleventh Circle.
Granzoa’s voice rang out, firm and commanding, now nearly restored to the level of a Highest God. “Stop—! Do not let even a single drop spill!”
At her command, the High Elf Queens’ bodies froze instantly. They looked bewildered, as if they couldn’t understand at all, yet not a single one showed even the slightest intention of refusing. It was partly because Granzoa’s divine power had increased again, but more fundamentally because the High Elf Queens were essentially her avatars or incarnations. Granzoa had nurtured the High Elf Queens across countless eons. Their souls had become so intertwined that the Queens could never defy her.
The War God could see the profound connection between Granzoa and the High Elf Queens. What an extraordinary bond. She seems to have taken other measures as well, but that’s none of my concern. With an expression as cold as frost, Granzoa examined the fluid leaking from the Red High Elf Queen’s lower lips. The inverted queen trembled violently as Granzoa suddenly spread her folds and peered inside.
“You foolish things! You’ve spilled half of this precious essence!”
The other High Elf Queens, sensing Granzoa’s fury, trembled in terror. They looked like frightened daughters facing an enraged mother. About half remains. Excluding what’s already in the womb, that’s nearly everything, isn’t it? Their inner walls must be incredibly strong to have expelled everything that was inside. The War God collected every drop the Red High Elf Queen had spilled onto the ground. Fluid containing the vitality and divine power of a Main God could cause extreme changes in any living being. If a creature consumed the essence of a Main God and turned malicious, an unimaginable monster could be born.
Granzoa’s expression grew troubled upon seeing that some fluid had leaked from the other High Elf Queens as well. There isn’t enough Light essence. If I leave the High Elf Queens like this and their emotions explode, they’ll turn back into Dark Elf Queens. And just like before, the entire High Elf Empire will become a Dark Elf Empire. If the High Elf Empire—one of the main forces of the Light faction—fell to the Dark Elves, the Divine Realm would go berserk. That would not only tarnish her record but cost Granzoa her own power base. She let out a sharp, furious roar.
“You idiotic wenches—!”
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