The Fall of Arch-Nemesis Granzoa
His lips crashed against hers in a frenzied kiss, so fierce they were both gasping for air, yet each sucked harder at the other, desperate to draw their partner even closer. When his hand roamed over her breasts, she twisted her chest and waist, practically begging him to seize them. The moment his fingers claimed her, a surge of ecstasy rippled through her, and she trembled with delight at his low groan of satisfaction. Her breasts deformed under his grip, and when he gently pinched her nipples, her entire body shook with overwhelming pleasure.
Her breasts swelled even larger from arousal, and as he buried his face between them, kissing them with a look of pure contentment, waves of happiness flooded her. The kisses on her nipples, the way his tongue swirled around them in teasing circles—it stole her breath. To prolong that exquisite torment, she wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him tighter against her.
From her already joined sex, a fresh flood of nectar poured out, soaking his cock completely. The sudden surge of desire rising from beneath her made her hips buck wildly. His shaft rubbed against her inner walls, pulsing against her womb. The heavenly sensation, combined with the heat rising from her breasts as he gently caressed them and suckled her nipples like a hungry infant, made her feel as though she might burn alive.
She was startled by the confession that slipped from her own lips, yet she couldn’t stop crying out. His two hands gathered her breasts together, sucking both nipples into his mouth at once while his tongue lavished them with affection. The pleasure was so intense it felt as if her very soul was being drawn into her chest, leaving her mind dazed.
When her breasts rubbed and collided against each other inside his hands, her hypersensitive body screamed with joy. To quench the burning heat inside her, she clung to him and moved her body up and down with passionate fervor. Her inner walls quivered happily around his cock, and the gate of her womb opened wide, eagerly welcoming him.
As the overwhelming ecstasy built beyond what she could bear, she spurred herself on even harder. The world before her eyes turned pure white. Floating on clouds of bliss, she surrendered her body entirely to his movements, sending only sweet, lewd moans into his ear.
Feeling his rhythm grow even more violent in response to her moans, her mind drifted further and further away.
When only the sensation of his cock pounding her pussy and womb remained, a hot explosion erupted inside her. Feeling her womb and passage fill with his thick, burning seed, she shed tears and whispered softly.
She smiled with the euphoric feeling of falling into a field of brilliant flowers and slowly lost consciousness—still clinging tightly to his body so she wouldn’t let go.
Hwoooong—!
The God of War smiled as he carefully lifted the limp Rederia off his body. He made sure no divine energy leaked from her thoroughly ravished sex, then gently laid her down. Seeing her face wearing the most blissful smile imaginable, as if she had fallen into the sweetest dream, he lightly stroked her cheek and added a secret mark to the dimensional imprint on her forehead—linking her to him. It would remain hidden normally, but if she ever faced mortal danger or any serious trouble, he would know immediately.
‘I really need to fix this impulsive streak of mine. But when I see such pure and strong women, I just can’t hold back. Next up is that insolent goddess—!’
He turned to look at Granzoa, who sat right beside them. She seemed completely lost in the sensations and thoughts flowing from Rederia, staring blankly into space. The other High Elf Queens were equally shocked by Rederia’s words and behavior; their mouths hung slightly open, unable to close. The strongest and most hot-tempered among their sisters had just spoken of love and happiness to a man. That alone was shocking enough. Seeing her sleeping so defenselessly with an expression of pure bliss they had never witnessed before only deepened their astonishment. If not for her signature flame-red hair, they might have doubted her identity entirely.
The God of War who had reduced her to such a state was truly astonishing.
‘What kind of feeling could make her fall so completely?’
‘Next time… it’ll be me!’
The High Elf Queens couldn’t help thinking this. She looked so happy and at peace.
Yet when the God of War suddenly lifted Granzoa and sat her on his lap, they were startled.
‘No way… again?’
But after what he had said earlier, they didn’t think he would harm them, so they stayed silent. Honestly, they were deeply moved.
‘I never knew he cherished us this much, even after we tried to kill him countless times and even betrayed him.’
‘When Lady Granzoa told us to become his consorts, I was suspicious… but now, I think I could do it with genuine joy.’
‘After all, we are bodies offered to him.’
‘His consorts are our consorts.’
They covered their sleeping sister with a cloak, envy clear in their eyes, and waited for Granzoa’s command.
Yet once again, a strange, tingling sensation rose from their breasts and lower regions.
‘It’s starting again.’
‘Is he really planning to embrace all of us at once?’
‘Lady Granzoa already seems to be the third one.’
‘He truly is an incredible god of lust.’
The God of War spread Granzoa’s legs and seated her astride his thigh, once again caressing her breasts and sex.
She was already quite aroused from watching Rederia, so her pussy was already drenched with nectar. Under his rough caresses, she tried to cover her breasts and sex while screaming in protest.
A little while later, the God of War watched Granzoa sobbing and gently wiped away her tears with his hand.
The God of War couldn’t help but smile at how quickly she recovered the moment her long-cherished goal was mentioned.
‘Her desire for that goal and her fierce drive to achieve it fascinates me. Normally I would have killed this woman for deceiving me, but the way she endlessly strives toward becoming the Main God of the Divine Realm is incredibly adorable.’
Realizing his gaze toward her had changed, she quickly composed her tear-stained face and looked at him with a pouty, expectant expression. He gently embraced her and continued.
Granzoa’s body stiffened. After a moment, she asked in a low voice near his ear.
The God of War answered quietly as well, making sure the High Elf Queens could not hear. Realizing this, her voice grew louder.
Her heart truly wailed. The way she clung to him and cried right now was her true self.
‘Her dream has been shattered. Yet the way she desperately tries to become stronger for those around her is so beautiful.’
If she hadn’t had beings she needed to protect and the High Elf Queens, the pain would have been so great she would have chosen annihilation instead. When she fell to Lower God status due to negative karma and lost her position in the Divine Realm, she had gladly offered her own avatars and clan to her enemy just to obtain cheap sympathy.
The God of War understood her feelings.
‘How deep must her despair have been when the entire elf race was handed over to me, their mortal enemy? It seems the Main God of the Divine Realm had quite a lot of accumulated resentment toward Granzoa.’
Granzoa herself knew the situation was at its worst—she couldn’t even guarantee her return to the Divine Realm. Yet the way she proudly declared she would become the Main God of the Divine Realm was beautiful.
‘Granzoa doesn’t need comfort. She will stand up on her own.’
After crying and sobbing in his arms for a long time, Granzoa finally stopped. Then she shamelessly wiped her face on his chest.
‘This woman really can’t be stopped.’
Before long, Granzoa spoke with her usual proud expression fully restored.
He playfully slid his hand over her buttocks and stroked her anus.
Granzoa answered in a voice that grew smaller and smaller, her face burning bright red. Yet she didn’t push away the hand stroking her anus—she simply held onto it.
‘Just how far has this progressed?’
The God of War laughed cheerfully, and Granzoa laughed along with him.
Seeing her answer with a bitter smile, it seemed she had expected as much.
The God of War embraced Granzoa and stood up, walking toward the High Elf Queens. He transformed his robe to create a dress for her naked body. He seated Granzoa at the highest position in the descent chamber, admired the sight for a moment, then spoke to the High Elf Queens.
Receiving the High Elf Queens’ farewell, the God of War headed toward his Survival Magic Tower. It was time to prepare for and begin the full-scale war.
When he entered the Survival Magic Tower, his sun and moon welcomed him.
‘The Cosmic Tree has already grown from a sprout to a young sapling.’
Thanks to the Cosmic Tree, vitality and magic power overflowed inside the Survival Magic Tower.
‘The vitality and magic power consumed by Granzoa and the High Elf Queens are recovering at tremendous speed.’
When he looked up at the artificial sky of the Survival Magic Tower, demons were flying about, and the city on the ground was packed with people brought as hostages.
‘I can see the hostages busily moving about in the city beneath the Cosmic Tree. I thought they would live very leisurely here since they neither die nor age. But even here, there is war.’
The princesses brought as hostages and their knight escorts had formed factions and were waging small-scale wars among themselves. Even if they were injured, they regenerated, and since they couldn’t die, it was quite brutal in its own way.
‘Haha! If I leave them alone, it inevitably turns into complete chaos.’
Watching the hostages fight from atop the golden-glowing magic tower, the God of War let out a strange laugh.
‘Hehe! Here there is no death or aging, and no dangers—including disease or hunger—exist at all. It is paradise.’
From the golden magic tower floating high in the sky, endless fields of grain, green vegetable gardens, and fruit trees stretched out without end. The hundreds of mithril golems that had multiplied were diligently harvesting, cooking the produce, and storing it in warehouses where it would not spoil.
‘Thousands of livestock race across the plains, countless fish swim in the sea, and hundreds of whale golems glide through the water.’
When he casually checked the storage warehouses, the prepared food was enough to feed tens of thousands of people yet continued to multiply endlessly, now forming entire mountain ranges.
‘It’s an unintended paradise, yet the intelligent beings living here for free are fighting among themselves.’