The Fall of Arch-Nemesis Granzoa
Her arch-nemesis Granzoa had fallen. She screamed as the cock tore through her most private folds in an instant and drove straight into her core.
Her mind went completely white. The shaft that ripped through her inner walls shattered her hymen in one brutal thrust and reached all the way to the entrance of her womb.
The Red High Elf Queen reflexively clenched her lower body, trying to halt the invasion. But an unbearable agony crashed over her immediately.
“Huuuugh! Aaaaah!”
Blood from her lost virginity spilled from her sex, and the War God caught it in the air. She thrashed mindlessly, screaming from the pain that felt as if every internal organ had been stabbed at once, desperately trying to crawl forward. Yet the War God’s hands locked around her waist like iron bands, rendering her completely immobile.
“Aaaak! Huuuuaaaak!”
The Red High Elf Queen, blessed with monstrous strength, struggled like a wild animal. Her breasts heaved and swayed violently, her toned buttocks shoved against the War God’s hips, and she twisted the nearly buried cock with crushing force.
“Kgh—!”
“Ack—!”
The twisted shaft drew a groan from the War God, while she shrieked again as the torn flesh of her hymen burned like an awl being driven inside her. The scream cost her a fraction of strength; the moment her resistance slackened, the cock pushed deeper. She froze, steadied her breathing, then clamped down with every ounce of power her vaginal walls possessed to halt its advance.
The terrifying constriction felt strong enough to snap the shaft in two. Even the War God could not hold back a moan.
“Uuuuugh!”
“Huuuuk—! Huuuuk—!”
Both of them stopped thrashing and focused every scrap of power on their joined hips, panting harshly. The Red High Elf Queen felt the searing pain inside her slowly recede. She tightened her thighs and glutes even further, determined to allow no more intrusion.
“Huuuup!”
“Ugh—!”
The savage squeeze tore another groan from the War God. He wrapped both arms around her waist and collapsed against her back. His hot, ragged breath poured across her neck as his hands seized her breasts in a crushing grip.
“Huuuuuugh—!”
The rough handling sent a strange thrill through her distorted breasts. She immediately flexed her chest muscles to interfere with his caress. The fully expanded pectorals hardened the fat of her breasts, freezing them in place. No matter how the War God groped, his fingers only slid across taut skin, unable to truly seize them.
She poured the rest of her strength into her core and lower muscles. The tension left her unable to speak, yet it successfully blocked any further movement.
“Mmm—! Truly impressive,” the War God murmured, stroking her now perfectly rounded, rigid breasts in open admiration. The praise only made her body tighten further.
The pain rising from inside her vagina was becoming bearable. She had lost her virginity and could not even tell him to stop, but at least he had not yet ejaculated. If she could just twist away from this position, she might still escape.
Her replenished divine power had eased the unbearable thirst from before. If they stopped here, she could avoid the worst outcome—pregnancy.
With great effort she turned her head to look at the War God, whose face was buried against her back.
“S-stop! H-haaak—!”
In that instant his fingers clamped down on her nipple and yanked it downward. To escape the pain she arched forward, pressing her breasts fully against Granzoa’s while her hips—still impaled—lifted even higher.
My breasts have completely covered Lady Granzoa’s modest ones.
The humiliating realization startled her more than the pain itself. Her lower-body strength faltered for a split second, and the cock surged forward, threatening to breach her womb.
The fresh agony made her scream and fight with renewed desperation. “Aak—! Ack—!”
Even as she wailed, the War God refused to relent. The harder she resisted, the more force he poured into his advance.
“Hup—!”
“Up—!”
Like duelists exchanging blows, their grunts echoed. He seized her upturned hips with his right hand and pressed down with his full weight. Sweat began to bead across his body as he exerted everything he had.
“Huuuup!”
She bit her lip until it bled, swelling the muscles of her buttocks to shove him out while mobilizing every fiber in her thighs and abdomen to block his advance.
“Ugh—!”
The War God lifted briefly into the air before slamming back down against her rear. His cock is advancing again, aiming the glans straight at my womb entrance. It’s over.
Once he was fully sheathed, the tearing pain of her deflowering vanished. Cold sweat broke across her skin, replaced by a subtle, rising ecstasy that bloomed from her core.
Yet the thought that she must fight with everything she possessed made her mind sharpen to a razor’s edge. I absolutely cannot lose.
With her hips still trapped, she twisted her waist violently, bending his shaft at a painful angle. The sudden shift threw off his balance.
“Huk! Damn it—!”
The moment his cock pulled back from her womb entrance, she deployed the vaginal muscle technique she had only just learned. She clamped down on both glans and shaft and began forcing him out. By subtly contracting and expanding the muscles of my abdomen, lower belly, and thighs in waves, I push him away.
The stimulation proved too much. The War God’s body shuddered and his strength wavered. Uup—! What kind of vaginal walls are these? They feel alive. If this continues, I’ll be dragged out by force.
He braced his trembling thighs and tried to thrust back in, but the reverse pressure of her walls made sweat pour down his face onto her back. From here on, this is a matter of masculine pride. In this position, I clearly hold the advantage.
The Red High Elf Queen had proven a formidable opponent even during essence exchange. Her body—honed to the extreme through long years of physical and aura training in the Great Forest where magic failed—refused to yield even now.
“Uuuuuuuugh!”
“Haaaaaaaap!”
The War God’s downward thrust collided violently with the Red High Elf Queen’s aura-reinforced vaginal muscles that gripped and tried to expel him. Their teeth ground together. Rather than surrendering to the pleasure rising from their joined sexes, they glared into each other’s eyes, burning with pure combat intent.
They focused solely on their opponent, seeking any opening to crush them with full power. The single thought blazing in the eyes of these two longtime mortal enemies was identical.
I cannot lose!
I cannot lose!
The War God’s muscles swelled until they looked ready to burst. Countless old scars flared crimson across his body. He snapped his hips forward, pinning her buttocks while the arms locked around her waist bulged with maximum effort.
She twisted her waist to the limit to disrupt his advance, now reinforcing her vaginal muscles with aura itself. Even the War God recoiled in shock. This is insane! She’s strengthening her vaginal walls with aura? Then I’ll reinforce my cock with magic power and force my way through!
It was a truly ferocious contest. Their aura- and magic-reinforced vagina and cock ground against each other with savage friction. A single overwhelming wave of pleasure pierced both bodies at once.
“Huk—!”
“Uup—! Up—!”
Moans and gasps indistinguishable from one another burst from their throats. Sweat poured from them like rain as they remained locked in stalemate.
Now holding the upper hand, the Red High Elf Queen summoned her fighting spirit and wrapped the embedded cock in aura-strengthened vaginal muscles, binding it completely. Then, manipulating those same muscles as if extracting an arrow from flesh, she began forcing it out.
He trained his body well, but he is still a black magician. As a swordswoman, I will not lose in raw power.
She resisted the cock’s renewed attempt to reach her womb with absolute strength, twisting her waist and upper body to preemptively block every push.
As the Red High Elf Queen waged her desperate battle, Granzoa laid a hand on her cheek and commanded in a calm voice.
“I can watch no longer. Release your strength.”
“!?”
Power instantly drained from the queen’s body. The War God’s cock pierced straight through her womb entrance and buried itself inside.
“Kyaaaaaaaah—!”
She screamed as agony like her womb was being ripped apart tore through her, then collapsed limply against Granzoa’s body. The sensation of a man’s cock throbbing inside her sacred womb sent violent shivers through her, locking every muscle rigid.
Her precious womb had finally been invaded by a cock that was not her chosen partner. Tears spilled from her eyes of their own accord. Her entire body trembled uncontrollably.
The shaft now moved freely within her, ravaging the aura-depleted walls. Scorching heat, mind-numbing ecstasy, and raw terror flooded her at once.
“Ahak—! Hak—! Gr-Granzoa! Stop—! You can’t cum inside my womb—!”
Her desperate wail—filled with the grief of lost virginity and terror of the impending creampie—went unheeded. The War God’s movements only grew fiercer.
He gripped her hips from behind and began slamming his cock back and forth, the pace quickening with every thrust.
“Huuuuk! Huaaaaah!”
The obscene sound of flesh slapping flesh, the maddening friction inside her channel, the overwhelming heat—she could only moan and wail in endless despair.
Granzoa, sharing every sensation, wrapped trembling arms around her neck and tried to soothe her.
“Haak—! This is difficult for both of us, so just stay still. It will be over soon. Huuk—!”
“Huk—! Hic! Lady Granzoa…”
The Red High Elf Queen could only cling to her goddess’s body, weeping over the shattering pleasure of being taken from behind and the sudden, irreversible loss of her purity.
Watching the sorrowful sight, one man ground his teeth in frustration. Damn it! Why is this treatment so difficult? If anyone saw us now, they’d think it was pure rape. These women are nothing but headaches.
A peerless beauty with hair like blazing crimson lay naked beneath him. The sight of her pink folds stretched obscenely around his cock between buttocks rounder and more elastic than a full moon would arouse anyone. Yet the tears streaming down her face made it clear this was no simple union.
She definitely heard everything and gave consent beforehand. So why did it turn into this duel?
The War God inwardly gnashed his teeth, wondering how the situation had escalated so badly. I asked for permission in advance because I feared the treatment might spark a real fight. I even started from behind as a precaution, yet this proved harder than facing her with a drawn sword.
The Red High Elf Queen had used her aura-reinforced vaginal walls and exquisite hip movements to try snapping his cock in half, forcing cold sweat from his pores. How violently she thrashed and twisted my shaft? I had to fight with everything I had. The moment I told her to stop, I genuinely thought the whole thing would break. And at the end, when she reinforced her vaginal muscles with aura and tried to push me out—I really believed it would snap.
Though he had forced his way into her womb through sheer determination, the final moments had been genuinely terrifying. Even now, with her strength removed by Granzoa’s command, her walls are still squeezing me hard enough to make my cock throb.
He moved gently back and forth, soothing her inner walls and slowly loosening their death grip. With such ridiculous brute strength, it’s no wonder all of you remain virgins!
Watching the Red High Elf Queen sob and moan in Granzoa’s arms with every thrust, the War God cursed inwardly. Who could possibly handle women like you? One would have to risk their life just to have sex.
On the surface she looked like a delicate maiden being raped and weeping, but inside she was a mad attacker who had reinforced her vaginal walls with aura to break the very cock that was trying to heal her. Ugh! Maybe I shouldn’t have helped at all? Thinking too deeply means I’ve already lost. Let’s just finish what I started.
In silence he continued his slow, soothing strokes, loosening her vaginal muscles while guiding Granzoa’s love juices and the absorbed divine power to settle within her body. Four pairs of flame-like wings began to shimmer faintly on the Red High Elf Queen’s back.
Roughly low-tier intermediate god. At this level, she should have almost no enemies left in the Middle World.