The Fall of Archrival Granzoa
The Red High Elf Queen was in such a dazed state of consciousness after witnessing the fall of her archrival Granzoa that she could not answer. With a wet schlurp, the War God yanked his cock free in a single brutal motion. This time she screamed loud enough to split the sky.
“Kyaaaah—! Kyaah!”
The pain had ripped her back from the brink of unconsciousness. The War God seized both her hands from behind, pinning them as he hauled her upright. No matter how strong a woman is, inside my dimension she is nothing but a fragile female. He subdued her with ridiculous ease and once more pressed the head of his cock against the dripping entrance of her pussy. The moment she felt him invade, she screamed again. He leaned in and spoke directly into her ear.
“Will you attack me again while I am healing you? Will you use aura without my permission?”
“Aaaah—! Agh—!”
She was already losing her mind beneath the storm of pain and pleasure ravaging her weakened body. The War God jerked her arms back hard and slammed his hips upward with savage force.
Slap!
The impact rang out louder than before. Rederia’s entire body lifted into the air, the outline of his cock now clearly visible bulging against the skin above her womb. Below them, Granzoa could only clutch her own belly and scream. The War God brought his lips to the ear of the foaming, near-fainting queen and asked again.
“Will you attack me again while I am healing you? Will you use aura without my permission?”
“I… I won’t. I will not do it!”
The moment the Red High Elf Queen answered in her delirious voice, the War God sat down where he was—still buried to the hilt inside her—and chanted.
The healing divine power of a High God erased every trace of pain and injury without exception.
Rederia, who had been on the verge of passing out, regained clarity. The pain is gone, yet the memory remains. She dares not act and can only tremble. The War God withdrew his cock from her pussy and set her down on the ground. When her suddenly freed body looked up at him with frightened eyes, he pointed at his still-rigid shaft with his right hand.
“The treatment is not yet finished. Come here and sit on it, Rederia.”
She had lost every ounce of strength and was now as fragile as any ordinary woman. After a brief hesitation, she read the sternness on his face, flinched in fear, and crawled forward on her knees. Her enormous, moon-like buttocks swayed with every movement, dizzying the eye. Her heavy breasts sway as she settles onto my thigh. She could not bring herself to mount his erect cock and merely shivered atop him. Tears clung to her ruby eyes, which were wide with terror at the sight of his throbbing manhood.
The War God placed a finger on the forehead of the woman who now looked every bit the helpless maiden and released his control.
“I lift all restrictions upon the Red High Elf Queen.”
Her eyes widened in shock, then blazed back to life with fighting spirit. The sealed aura, divine power, and superhuman physique returned. She was once again the Red High Elf Queen. She remembers the humiliation I inflicted on her; her whole body is shaking. The fiery, intense nature that defined her more than any other now surged forth. The War God’s own eyes began to burn in response.
“You may attack. It was forced, after all. What will you do, Red High Elf Queen?”
Naked bodies pressed together, man and woman glared into each other’s eyes, their fighting spirit and killing intent clashing like drawn blades. The Red High Elf Queen, her power and pride restored, now sat astride the thigh of the very War God who had violated her. One reach and I could strike. If I attack now, I might win. There is no time for him to chant magic, and sitting in that cross-legged position will halve his speed and evasion. In close combat and raw strength she clearly outclassed him; victory was possible.
If she charges, I will kill her with everything I have. Forced or not, a promise is a promise. I will never forgive a warrior who breaks her word.
Goooooo—!
The War God’s fighting spirit collided with the Red High Elf Queen’s killing intent. Granzoa remained paralyzed by pain and could not intervene; the decision rested entirely on Rederia’s own will. Yet the murderous crimson glare in her eyes gradually softened. A hollow laugh escaped her lips.
Pfft—!
Her red hair whipped back, presenting her spine to the War God. Carefully, she lowered her plump, rounded buttocks onto his crossed legs.
“You won’t fight? You have more than a fifty-percent chance of victory. This may be your only opportunity.”
“Ah… Right now I certainly have the higher probability of winning. Though you are the War God, you have not fully ascended yet, have you? Your foundation is still a human body, so its structure and durability should be nearly identical. In this state, with no magic prepared, a single clean blow to the head would be enough to kill you.”
It was an accurate assessment—even a High God would die if their skull were shattered. Without turning to look at him, the Red High Elf Queen swayed her hips from side to side, searching for his cock. When the War God’s shaft slid into the cleft of her ass, she flinched, then began to align her pussy with it. The tip of his glans brushed between her cheeks, grazing her anus before rubbing against the coarse red pubic hair beyond.
“Mmm—! You are Lady Granzoa’s archrival and the mortal enemy of both me and the High Elf Empire. You even used the Spirit God to control me and force me to slaughter my own people. And just now you subdued me and subjected me to miserable humiliation.”
“Correct. Any one of those reasons would be enough for you to never allow me to live.”
Even as they spoke of such grave matters, the head of his cock touched the entrance of her vagina. The War God felt her body tremble with tension.
“Haa—! Yet that same archrival and enemy is the only ally and hope left to Lady Granzoa after she fell from the Divine Realm. With the Cosmic Tree he will expand my empire more than twofold. He is the most powerful being in the Middle World. Without him, neither Lady Granzoa’s restoration nor the empire’s revival can be realized. Besides, if all he desires is women, it does not matter whom he chooses. Mmm!”
The Red High Elf Queen lifted her hips slightly, then lowered them, slowly drawing his cock into her pussy. The hymen was already gone; there was no further pain. She sank down little by little, trembling.
“Does this have nothing to do with your own feelings? What of the grudge for the clansmen I killed? What of your revenge for the humiliation?”
“…Haa.”
When he was halfway inside, she paused as if to steady her breathing.
“Mmm—! I am the Emperor of the Red High Elves. I live for the empire and I die for Lady Granzoa, goddess of the elves. That is the oath sworn by every High Elf Queen. In the face of that duty, personal feelings from the past are a luxury.”
“Is that so?”
“For the sake of Lady Granzoa and the empire, I will offer you any service or compensation you desire. Even if she does not command it. This is the collective will of all my sisters. I apologize for my earlier rudeness.”
“So that’s how it is?”
She lowered her hips again until the head of his cock kissed the entrance of her womb.
“Huuuup!”
With a soft moan she slammed her ass down with all her strength.
“Aaaaaaaaah—!”
The moment his cock drove fully into her womb, a remnant of pain drew a slightly tormented cry from her lips. She froze for a moment, then exhaled shakily and continued.
“Mmm—! I will do everything. You need only enjoy yourself. Please save the divine healing for the very end. Mmm! Mmm—!”
…
In truth the Red High Elf Queen had already begun to roll her hips, actively stimulating him. She manipulated the vaginal muscles she had learned only moments ago, wrapping his cock in a tight, seamless embrace and stroking it as though dozens of tongues were licking every inch. The first time had been a desperate deflowering, the second a cruel humiliation; now she located and attacked only the most sensitive weaknesses of the male organ with near-perfect precision.
Extraordinary control of her inner walls. Hard to believe she learned this after only two sexual encounters.
She analyzed his weaknesses as if studying an opponent in battle and exploited them without mercy. Even without violent thrusting, her vaginal muscles rippled up and down in perfect coordination, caressing him with meticulous care. Is this an application of the same muscle technique she used earlier to try to push me out? It’s maddening. Even a succubus lacks such skill.
The muscles of her back and ass surged like endless waves. She coordinated every muscle in her lower body—even her abs—to manipulate her vaginal walls with surgical precision, determined to grant the War God supreme pleasure. Her pussy tightens and releases like a living creature, while also rippling up and down like ocean waves, stimulating every inch. It was a sexual technique so masterful that the War God could scarcely believe it even while experiencing it.
If I told Succubus Queen Eleanor about this, she would faint. To think a High Elf has displayed technique that surpasses hers after only two sexual experiences.
The Red High Elf Queen crouched with her back and crimson hair completely defenseless, panting as she continued to work his cock.
“Haa—! Would it be all right if I strengthen myself a little with aura?”
“…”
“I’ll take that as consent. Aaah—! Aahm!”
“Ugh!”
His cock was suddenly squeezed as if trapped inside an impossibly narrow tunnel. It was not painful like before, but rather the delicious, vise-like pressure of a virgin’s first penetration. The stimulation more than doubled. Now her hips began to rise and fall in larger, rhythmic strokes while the entrance of her womb clung to the head of his glans and her inner walls gripped the shaft, milking him with devastating skill.
“Ung—! Ung—! Ahak—!”
Nasal moans spilled from Rederia’s lips, and unbelievable pleasure surged from his tightly gripped cock.
“Haa—! Haa! Cum whenever you wish. Violate me as much as you like. As long as you are our ally, I will do anything.”
“…”
The War God felt a pleasure he had never known before. Her movements grew ever more intense, and the perfection of her vaginal technique pushed him toward climax with every ripple and squeeze. It sucks, releases, trembles, and stimulates every sensitive spot with total freedom, urging a man to ejaculate. Rederia’s moans and the wet sounds of cock and pussy grinding together filled the air for a long while before her voice returned.
“Haak! Haak! Why won’t you cum? You are clearly only hitting my most sensitive places. Judging by how long it took you to finish inside Lady Granzoa… haak—!”
“I have no interest in cumming inside a woman who is crying from frustration.”
Her movements froze. When she slowly turned to look at him, her face was drenched in tears. They were tears of despair—tears of her own powerlessness to help her empire and her goddess in their hour of crisis, and the unavoidable humiliation of having to serve her enemy.
Now her voice came out choked and broken as she asked him.
“H… How did you know? My voice was perfect…”
“High Elf Queens are not women who give up or change their nature simply because the situation is unfavorable. No matter the price or the bloody tears, they are true warriors who ultimately overcome everything.”
The War God quietly recalled the past and continued.
“When I became a Supreme God and every being in the Middle World bowed before me, only you raised your swords for your fallen goddess. Knowing you could not win, you still challenged me.”
He cupped her tear-stained cheeks with both hands and gently wiped them clean.
“I truly respect and cherish you. Please remain as you are. Live beautifully for your own goddess and empire. Even if the object of your hatred is me, I will bless you for all eternity.”
The holy imprint of the Dimensional God was engraved upon the forehead of the tearful Red High Elf Queen. It was a token of divine protection, and a declaration that anyone who harmed her would become his eternal enemy.
“Even when I reached the tenth circle and displayed overwhelming power, only you refused to retreat for the sake of your ancient racial goddess. You fought on despite countless wounds. In a world where anyone will betray for the smallest profit, only you are truly valuable.”
At the sight of his expression filled with boundless affection, Rederia’s face crumpled. Without realizing it, she turned fully, threw her arms around him, and pressed her lips to his. Overwhelmed by the unconditional goodwill he had shown amid repeated despair, she opened her heart completely. Their tongues intertwined without hesitation, greedily drinking each other’s saliva. There was no technique, no calculated moaning—only raw panting and desperate craving.
“Huuup! Huuuung!”