The Subjugation of Granzoa
The War God had learned a valuable lesson after nearly being stabbed in the back by the former hero while attempting to manipulate public opinion to seize the divine power of the War God Nation. The moment Granzoa stepped in, the High Elf Queens who had been ready to cause an uproar fell completely silent. But that was not the end of it.
“Now what is this woman doing?”
Granzoa interfered with the War God’s spatial control, forcing the High Elf Queens to press their mouths against one another’s most intimate places in a circle.
“Lick up every last drop immediately. Do you understand how precious the divine essence of a Main God-level Goddess of Light is? Its mere existence can prevent corruption. If you refuse and revert to Dark Elves, I will personally erase you from existence.”
The High Elf Queens, unable to muster even a hint of resistance, pressed their lips to each other’s folds and began swallowing the flowing nectar. Their bodies trembled as their sisters’ tongues delved deep, sucking and consuming the essence, yet they obeyed the command without fail, stimulating one another and swallowing every drop that spilled from within. Once the nectar inside was gone, they meticulously licked away the drying traces around the entrance. Their tongues continued to caress lower bellies and even the sensitive rings beyond.
“Aaaah—!”
“Hnnngh…”
“Not there—!?”
“Aaaah!”
Every time a tongue invaded a sensitive spot, the Queens let out cries that bordered on screams, yet they continued to explore each other’s bodies and consume every trace of essence. Even as the unfamiliar, overwhelming stimulation drew moans and shudders from them, they did not stop.
The sight of the noble, powerful High Elf Queens floating in the air, arranged in a circle as they pleasured one another’s most intimate places with their tongues, was breathtaking. The beautiful Queens caressing each other, filling the space with their wanton moans and lewd displays, would have driven any male god to lose his reason. Yet the War God remained unmoved.
I’m in no condition to fight right now. One wrong move here and I die.
Though he was a male god and felt the urge to slip between the Queens as they pleasured one another, the thought of future consequences held him back.
Those vicious women would never tolerate a man’s reckless behavior. They’d bite off any manhood that came near. Forcing entry would be impossible anyway.
Having fought the High Elf Queens countless times, the War God knew their terror all too well and remained tense.
When I tried to give them essence earlier, even my fingers struggled to push past their walls. These are grapes too high on the vine to reach.
Like a fox giving up on fruit hanging from a high branch, the War God settled comfortably into the highest seat of the descent chamber and waited for the act to finish. Then he noticed something strange about Granzoa.
She’s alone, yet her face is flushed and she’s clutching her own folds. She must have linked her senses to them.
Linking senses to the point of sharing pain was extremely rare, so he couldn’t help but admire it.
She’s truly ruthless. The High Elf Queens have been cut down in battle more times than I can count, yet she maintained the link to the very end. She must be desperate to become a Main God, even if it means raising the degree of unification.
The War God, who now wished only for a peaceful life that no longer suited him, could not understand it.
I could never live that fiercely. Of course, anyone who tries to kill me without even knowing me gets crushed without mercy. Still, once this war is over, I’m going to rest until I’m sick of it in my warm, cozy Survival Magic Tower.
“Hnnngh! Hnnnngh!”
The Queens had already swallowed nearly all the essence, yet their moans and movements grew louder as their tongues and lips continued to delve deep inside one another. Their eyes glazed over, tongues extended to suckle at each other’s folds while their own hands kneaded their breasts. The frenzy had begun anew. Though the command had been fulfilled, their bodies reacted violently to the stimulation they had received since the brink of turning into Dark Elves. Granzoa, sharing in the intense sensations from the Queens’ passionate caresses, could no longer endure and sat hunched over, trembling.
Watching her, the War God felt his earlier excitement return.
There’s still divine power accumulated in the War God Nation.
Crack—!
With a sharp sound, Granzoa let out an utterly uncharacteristic scream as her body was suspended upside down in the air, legs spread wide.
“Y-You—?”
Granzoa flailed in panic, but the War God simply lifted her skirt up to her torso, fully exposing her slender legs and intimate place. Through the now-translucent white undergarment soaked in nectar, green pubic hair and pink folds were visible.
“Don’t do this—! Not in front of the children… Ah! No—!”
As Granzoa frantically tried to pull her skirt back down in resistance, he chuckled and drew her lower body closer.
Granzoa has recovered the power of an Upper God. But my binding as a complete Main God carries absolute force.
Suspended upside down like the High Elf Queens, legs spread to their limit in an obscene display, Granzoa thrashed in fierce protest, yet she could not break free without his permission.
“I… I am Granzoa! This appearance is unacceptable— Hnnk—!”
When the War God’s breath touched her folds, she desperately covered herself with both hands. Then, when the manhood she had just been sucking earlier brushed against her face, she turned away as far as possible to avoid contact. Looking down at her face, now flushed crimson as though this treatment were an unbearable indignity for a noble goddess, he smiled and asked,
“Do you intend to avoid paying the price for taking an Upper God’s power without permission?”
“T-That’s—!”
Watching Granzoa hesitate as though at a loss for words, he deliberately stroked the area around her covered folds with his hand. His manhood brushed against her lips and nose as she spoke.
“I-I’ll repay you later! Not here—!”
Granzoa’s excitement seemed to accelerate even as she protested; he could feel himself growing larger and harder than before. When she grabbed his shaft with her left hand to keep it from touching her lips, the sensation only intensified.
“The High Elf Queens have returned to normal, but the Red High Elf Queen still needs treatment. What will you offer in exchange?”
“T-That too, later— Aah—!”
He wrapped his left hand around her waist while his right slipped beneath her upper garments to firmly grasp her modest breasts.
The stiffly erect nipples seemed to cry out as they were crushed against his palm.
Granzoa’s mouth fell open at the sudden pain in her chest. She released both the hand covering her folds and the one gripping his manhood, reflexively reaching for the War God’s hand instead. He did not miss the opening.
“Hah—! Mmph—!”
In an instant he stripped away the undergarment covering her folds and thrust his manhood into her parted lips. Before Granzoa, her body rigid from the sudden intrusion, could react, he gathered his divine power and essence and poured them violently into her depths.
“Hnnk—!”
Granzoa arched like a bow, head thrown back as far as it would go, overwhelmed by the sensation of a tongue delving inside her and the immense influx of light divine power. His manhood threatened to slip from her mouth.
Can’t have that.
The War God held her head in place with one hand and pressed his hips downward. His thick shaft slid deep into her mouth in one motion, pushing into her narrow throat.
“Kuh—! Kuh—!”
Granzoa’s throat convulsed as she desperately swallowed, unable to breathe, her limbs trembling violently. He began thrusting into her mouth with increasing force, his tongue continuing to ravage her depths while pouring divine power and essence inside.
Suspended upside down and held tightly against him, Granzoa could not resist. She could only flail her arms and legs in the air, enduring the suffocating pain of his shaft pounding her throat and the rapturous sensation of light divine power flooding toward her womb with such force it felt as though it would pierce through her body.
The War God’s hips moved faster and faster. Her small breasts and nipples rubbed against his hard, muscled abdomen until they flushed red. Her nectar-soaked folds clenched tightly around his tongue. Even her rear entrance twitched and fluttered, signaling that Granzoa too was approaching climax.
When the urge to release reached its peak, he came without restraint.
Spurt—! Spurt—!
“Mmph—! Mmmph—!”
With her head held firmly in place, he released deep into her throat. Granzoa’s limbs stretched to their limits, convulsing as she reached her own peak. When his manhood finally withdrew from between her lips, some of the seed that had overflowed from her throat trickled out; he retrieved it with spatial control.
Nectar gushed from her folds like a fountain, splashing across his face.
After reclaiming even the pure nectar, he pulled his mouth away from her folds but left his manhood resting between her lips. Looking down at Granzoa’s disheveled face—unable even to moan, tears streaming freely—he continued,
“From now on, you will obtain nothing without my permission, Granzoa. Do this once more and I will not let it pass.”
The War God watched as she nodded weakly, still holding his manhood in her mouth, then released her head and body. With a spin, Granzoa’s body rotated halfway and was gently set upright on the ground. Naturally, his manhood—now coated in seed and her saliva—slipped from her lips. Freed, Granzoa collapsed on the spot and began coughing violently before bursting into tears.
“Cough—! Cough—! Ugh—! Ugh—!”
The War God looked down at Granzoa sobbing between his legs and stroked her face with his right hand. She flinched at the unexpected touch, startled, and he smiled.
“Haha. I heard your story. Since I have no interest in the hegemony of the Divine Realm anyway, I’ll agree to it.”
“R-Really!?”
Granzoa’s resentment and sorrow at having been forced to take him in her mouth and receive his release seemed to vanish. The value of the War God’s assistance—someone who could stand against the Main God of the Divine Realm and remain unscathed—was immeasurable.
“I will spare no support until you gather twenty billion High Elves and return to the Heavenly Realm to challenge the Main God. If necessary, I’ll even provide more of the Cosmic Tree.”
“!?”
Hot fervor reignited in Granzoa’s eyes. The humiliation of being forced to take him in her mouth and receive his release was forgotten as she smiled and reached for his manhood once more.
This woman truly knows no surrender. She seems to think of this as fair compensation.
Though her hands still trembled slightly, she extended her tongue and carefully licked away the remaining seed around his shaft.
“When you return to the Heavenly Realm, I’ll restore the position of Elf God at the appropriate time. So put away your fighting spirit, High Elf Queens.”
The High Elf Queens, reacting to Granzoa’s pain, had regained their senses. More than anything, seeing their most precious Granzoa suspended upside down, forced to take the black mage’s manhood in her mouth and violated, had filled them with rage, causing them to radiate fighting spirit and killing intent.
“If you attack me now, I won’t be able to control the divine power transfer.”
“Stop—! From now on, obey the War God no matter what he says.”
At Granzoa’s cold command, the Queens’ fighting spirit and killing intent vanished in an instant. The War God found himself admiring their reaction.
Remarkable. The confusion and emotion haven’t left their faces, yet there’s not a trace of rebellion.
Granzoa was effortlessly manipulating the emotions of higher lifeforms in a way even the Main God of the Divine Realm would struggle to achieve.
“That level of mental control is terrifying. Truly terrifying.”
“They are practically one with me. Each retains her own ego, but they share my divine power and thoughts to the limit, and even a portion of my emotions and physical sensations.”
“Do race gods normally go that far with their race’s queens?”
“If I hadn’t, we would have been driven out by the other races and monsters of the Great Forest and disappeared. I’ve already transmitted the full details of our contract to them. From now on, they will never oppose you and will obey without question.”
The War God was now Granzoa’s greatest patron and her only path back to the Divine Realm. The High Elf Queens’ gazes toward him had lost all hostility, becoming gentle—perhaps due to the bond of affection engraved upon their hearts.
Absolute obedience to a superior? Perhaps all High Elves are like this.
With the threat of attack gone, the War God relaxed, and his manhood began to harden once more. Everything had gone better than expected. Granzoa, having swallowed every last drop of seed clinging to him, smiled and spoke.
“You truly live up to your reputation as the Lust God renowned in the Demon Realm. You’ve already released inside me twice, yet you’re still not satisfied?”
“I keep telling you, I’m not the Lust God.”
The War God bristled briefly at being called the Lust God of the Demon Realm, but the title had already been confirmed. After forcing myself into her mouth, I have no room to argue.
Granzoa, now fully composed, glanced at his manhood glistening with her saliva before turning her gaze to the Red High Elf Queen.
“You still require additional treatment. Come here.”
“Huh? Y-Yes.”
The Red High Elf Queen, clearly flustered, approached while covering her watermelon-sized breasts and folds with both hands.