The Fall of Archrival Granzoa
It seems she has finally realized she stands completely naked before Granzoa and me.
The other High Elf Queens, now aware of their own nudity, quickly began donning their spirit stone armor. Among everyone present in the descent hall, she alone remained exposed.
When the High Elf Queens grasp their spirit swords while wearing their spirit stone armor, their signature fighting spirit surges back to life.
The eyes of the Red High Elf Queen, now the only one left bare, grew even more frantic. Moreover, though the War God and Granzoa approaching her had somewhat disheveled clothing, they were still dressed. The sight of me with only my member exposed and Granzoa holding it while her breasts remain bare might be even more embarrassing.
With one hand she could not even cover a third of her enormous breasts, which swayed heavily with every step. Her once-brave face flushed crimson with shame, matching the color of her red hair. And with each stride, the lush red pubic hair between her legs grew visibly wetter.
Thump!Thump!
Every time the gazes of the other High Elf Queens brushed across her naked body, the heat from before seemed to reignite within her.
Granzoa-nim is caressing a man’s cock right in front of me.
What’s more, the man before her—though he had become Granzoa’s patron—was the wicked black magician she had fought countless times in her youth, desperately trying to kill him. The Empire’s treasure storehouse was raided multiple times. Even the most precious World Tree seed was stolen once. The black magician who attained godhood through Dimensional Authority was the greatest enemy of the High Elf Empire.
Just a month ago, we lost five hundred million High Elves to the spirit gods of his Otherworld. I was manipulated by those spirit gods and personally cut down countless High Elves.
Merely recalling that horrific war caused hatred to surge through her like a tidal wave. Black light began to flicker through her hair. In equal measure, an all-consuming desire blazed through her body.
Whoosh!
The two emotions—hatred and lust—whisper for me to attack the black magician before my eyes. Am I truly becoming a fallen dark elf?
The corrupted black flames rising from the Red High Elf Queen’s body prompted the other High Elf Queens to raise their spirit swords toward her.
If things continue like this, my sisters’ blades will turn against me. But… even that would be fine.
She reached the point where she no longer cared what happened, so long as she could unleash her hatred and desire. The moment she was about to fall once more into a dark elf—
Clang!
The other High Elf Queens swarmed over her. Swords flashed.
Such merciless killing intent. Dark elves are the shame of the High Elves; the order has always been to execute them on sight. I myself have carried out that command many times.
Watching the familiar spirit swords thrust toward her throat and heart, the Red High Elf Queen closed her eyes.
I could block them. I could counterattack. But without them, the Empire would be in danger. A version of me who has succumbed to hatred is unnecessary. With Granzoa-nim present, she can replace me somehow.
The moment she abandoned all resistance, Granzoa’s flustered voice reached her ears.
To the ears of the High Elf Queens, it was the soul-stirring command of their eternally great goddess.
Granzoa-nim is the one who aided us through eternity and transformed our dying tribe into the High Elf Empire. We gladly swore our souls in loyalty to her. The High Elf Queens had engraved upon their very souls that they would obey any order, and so they obeyed.
Thud!
Four High Elf Queens seized the Red High Elf Queen’s arms and legs, one each, and pinned her to the ground.
Swoosh!Boom!
Giant spirit swords stabbed into the earth beside her neck and waist, close enough to slice her at any moment. Their blades kissed her skin.
The Red High Elf Queen desperately suppressed her body’s instinctive urge to fight back.
I am the Emperor of the Red High Elves. I live for the Empire and die for our goddess. No matter how far I fall, that truth remains unchanged.
Before such noble conviction, both desire and hatred became meaningless. In her eyes appeared Granzoa’s beautiful green wings—ten full pairs, clear proof of a Highest God standing before them.
She has recovered much of her divinity. Truly a blessing. How it pained our hearts when our former Main God fell to the rank of Upper God.
Tears flowed from the Red High Elf Queen’s eyes, and gratitude toward the black magician welled up within her. Through the memory transmission, she had learned of the mercy and grace he had shown both Granzoa-nim and themselves.
Whooooosh—!
Light began to radiate from the Red High Elf Queen’s chest and sacred region. Then three pairs of cool, non-burning crimson flame wings flickered into existence.
Whoosh!
BOOM!
Her hair blazed with red light as the darkness eroding her body shattered simultaneously. The shockwave hurled every High Elf Queen against the walls of the descent hall.
Have I ascended to Intermediate God? Divine power of an entirely different dimension from my time as a subordinate Lower God floods every inch of my body. From my heart, vitality resembling that of the World Tree pours forth, endlessly invigorating me.
At this level, I could probably unleash the ‘Strike of the World Tree’—which inflicts massive damage—without restraint.
The sisters who had been blasted away stared in blank amazement at her dramatically empowered form. They could feel the overwhelming gap in strength.
The War God continued to casually fondle Granzoa’s breasts as he spoke.
“That is the Dimensional Authority directly linked to the Cosmic Tree within the Magic Tower, combined with my own divine power. I sealed it with a mark of affection toward me. So long as you do not oppose me, there are no restrictions on its activation.”
At the War God’s explanation, Granzoa—now seated upon his thigh—continued. Even now her hand continued stroking his cock up and down.
“Hehe! You truly cherish those children. How different from the time you brutally slaughtered two Demon Kings for daring to challenge you and annihilated millions of lives. You even tried to kill tens of billions in the War God Nation just to eliminate future threats, didn’t you? It’s completely different from back then. Do they please you that much? Well, you did call her your first love. My children are quite beautiful, aren’t they?”
“Don’t get cocky, Granzoa.”
The War God’s hand slipped beneath her skirt, caressing her most intimate place while his other hand roughly kneaded her breast.
“Ahh—! Again—! The children are watching…”
“Craving my divine power again? Remember this well: you are now firmly within my grasp.”
The High Elf Queens no longer felt any anger at the sight. More than that, the connected senses flooded them with the same caresses.
“Do you truly intend to drain the War God Nation to its very dregs? At that level, you should already be capable of partial ‘Infinite Restoration,’ no?”
“Ahh—! I will repay every ounce of borrowed divine power. But how has the War God Nation’s divine power—once barely at the Highest God level—grown so tremendously? This is nearly the level of a Top-Tier God.”
“I showed them a limited path to attain immortality, the most desperate desire of all sentient beings. And I spread that method across the entire Middle World. Gathering divine power became far too easy.”
“Haaaa—! You actually used such an absurd method? Well, only you could make it possible.”
“As a god born from the Middle World, the power I can wield differs from that of the Divine Realm’s native gods. Above all, my magic is not omnipotent, but it is all-capable. There is almost nothing I cannot do. Like this, for example.”
“Ahh—! Not there—!”
His hand, buried deep beneath her skirt, did something that arched Granzoa’s body backward violently, making her tremble uncontrollably. The synchronized High Elf Queens felt the same indescribable sensation flood their own sexes; they unconsciously pressed their hands against their mounds and collapsed to the floor. Before long, love juices flowed from every one of them.
“Hymen regeneration is complete. Does the restoration of the hymen make one a virgin goddess once more? This is a fascinating phenomenon. It warrants investigation. If you move too vigorously it will tear again. Stay still.”
“Ahh… Please, no more. The children are watching. How much further will you humiliate m—ahh—!”
“An infinitely regenerating hymen and an eternal virgin goddess… Truly wondrous.”
“I myself had no idea my body functioned this way. So please stop—ahh—!”
“In any case, aren’t you sharing senses with the High Elf Queens? Then there should be no meaning in hiding it, correct?”
“Even so, I cannot show them such a sight. Aah—! Do not remove my clothes!”
Despite Granzoa’s resistance, the War God stripped her garments away one by one, tossing them beneath the chair. Each time she tried to pull away from the seat, the stimulation of her hymen sent violent waves of both pain and pleasure crashing through everyone present. In the end Granzoa was left completely naked, her slender bare form revealed to all the High Elf Queens.
Truly befitting the goddess of the elf race. The soft, flawless curves of her breasts and hips drew involuntary gasps of admiration.
While the High Elf Queens gazed in awe at Granzoa’s beauty, the War God’s fingers teased her nipples and the digit buried inside her drew slow circles. Her desperate, futile attempts to cover herself suddenly made their throats go dry. The unbearable pleasure rising from her inner walls drew thin, involuntary moans from their own lips.
“Huuu—! I’ll let you do whatever you want later, so please stop—!”
“No. You really are a greedy goddess. You will personally lead the treatment of the High Elf Queens.”
“Haaaack—! Not that—! Ah—!”
The War God seized Granzoa’s slender legs, spread them wide, and turned her body so everyone could see. Then he slowly pushed his cock into her exposed entrance.
At the public penetration she could not even scream properly; she only flailed her hands forward, trembling violently.
“Ah—! Ah—! Ah—!”
“Ugh!”
“Ah!”
It was her second deflowering.
Granzoa collapsed forward, clutching her sex as indescribable pain—like her inner walls were being torn apart—warred with brain-melting pleasure. The other High Elf Queens simultaneously grabbed their own mounds with their free hands, bodies shaking. Only after the piercing pain subsided and the feeling of being stretched to the brink of bursting eased did they manage to raise their heads and look at Granzoa.
One quarter of his cock has entered Granzoa-nim.
It is buried so deeply that only the glans remains invisible, stopped right there.
They watched as Granzoa, gripping the War God’s member embedded inside her with both hands and trembling, heard him whisper.
“Any deeper and the hymen will tear again. Release your divine power.”
“Aaaaah—!”
When he made the slightest motion as if to push deeper, Granzoa panicked and cried out in supplication.
“I will cooperate with anything! So please, not this—!”
“You must raise your own subordinate gods. I will accept cooperation, but I refuse to take over the task.”
“I… I understand.”
With complicated eyes fixed upon the War God, an unbelievable command flowed from Granzoa’s lips.
“All of you, come here and drink my love juices.”
“Yes?”
“Yes?”
To the startled High Elf Queens who reflexively questioned her, Granzoa’s cold voice rang out once more.
“Was this situation not caused by your own mistakes? Therefore, drink the love juice flowing from my sex along with his semen and completely purge the dark divine power within you.”
When Granzoa grew angry, the High Elf Queens prostrated themselves and cautiously approached on their knees. Every time their large breasts and buttocks swayed, their hearts tightened with anxiety.
“How long do you intend to simply stare? Will you not obey at once?”
Seeing Granzoa truly furious—forced to share her divine power—the High Elf Queens hurried forward in alarm. Crawling on all fours, they found themselves staring at Granzoa’s modest, green-tufted mound joined with the War God’s cock.
The member that had pierced the pink valley of her sex appeared and disappeared with each breath she took. Love juices flowed continuously down along his shaft.
“Do not leave a single drop of what has flowed outside. Any other nonsense and I will not forgive you.”
At Granzoa’s icy tone the High Elf Queens tensed and timidly extended their tongues, beginning to lick the love juices coating his member.
It carries the elf race’s characteristic fruity aroma and flavor, mingled with a slightly fishy taste.
Is this the black magician’s semen?
The High Elf Queens who licked and swallowed the love juices mixed with Granzoa’s and the War God’s divine power felt heat rising throughout their bodies.
Granzoa-nim’s love juice reacts with my own divine power, amplifying my desire.
As my divine power increases, an unbearable heat surges from within me.