Chapter 20
The Flame Bat was no mere surrender. It was the herald of my utterly unconventional, overwhelmingly dominant melee—a savage duel that would ravage the enemy's most hidden weakness amid hellish flames and claim total mastery over this battlefield.
"You're insane! Completely fucking mad?!"
Asmodeus collapsed before the infernal blaze, witnessing my audacity as I dropped my pants, and let out a scream of sheer horror. Her deranged wail echoed through the passage, but I paid it no mind. Instead, a cold, eerie smile curled my lips as I kicked off the ground, launching toward the guardian spewing the most massive, ferocious flames.
In midair, a blast of ultrahigh-temperature blue fire erupted from the guardian's face, engulfing my entire body like it meant to devour me whole. My sturdy clothes turned to ash in an instant, scattering away, while my exposed skin and flesh sizzled with gruesome crackles, burning away in agony. The excruciating pain of burns that could melt my brain white seared through every nerve.
But one spot alone escaped that hellish heat entirely—my lower body. It was because the Lust Bloodline surging wildly within me unleashed a thick, murky energy, concentrating solely on my cock. That ferocious aura didn't just repel the guardian's blistering heat; it greedily devoured the raging inferno around me.
As a result, my dick wasn't melting in the blaze—instead, it was coated like tempered steel, exuding a grotesque majesty. Amid the acrid stench of searing flesh and waves of despairing torment, my lower half throbbed with explosive energy.
My eyes locked on the bizarre four holes punched into the guardian's face. The one in the center burned the fiercest, deepest. Twisting my hips mid-leap, I thrust my heat-conquering, scorching cock mercilessly deep into that crimson maw.
The moment it plunged roughly into the facial orifice, what greeted my shaft was a volcanic inner wall boiling like molten lava. For any normal human body, it would've vaporized flesh and bone alike into charcoal in seconds. But the murky energy from my rampaging Lust Bloodline coated my cock perfectly, mocking the infernal heat. Untouched by even a singe, that alien, overwhelming sensation let me twist the extreme blaze into a beastly lubricant amplifying my pleasure.
I pistoned mercilessly toward the red core at its center—the thing forcibly holding its grotesque form together—erasing any trace of mercy. Squelch, squish! Crunch! Instead of meat and mucosa, the bizarre curtain of flames was torn and pulverized by my iron-hard shaft without mercy.
The narrow passage filled not with slapping flesh, but with the eerie friction of flames forcibly parting around my thrusts. The flame body—barely worthy of being called a living thing—trembled in agony under my violent upward slams, spewing grotesque rupture sounds.
Skin on my arms and legs blistered from radiant heat, dripping foul pus. The reek of searing living flesh stabbed my nose, but the supreme conquest surging from my lower body and my blazing urge to dominate numbed every physical torment completely.
My cock rampaged through the searing flames, drunk on pleasure, swelling even more ferociously. After relentless ravaging, the tip of my steel-like shaft finally slammed dead-center into the deepest part—the writhing, glowing red core.
That instant, I held back no longer. I halted the pistoning that had been shredding the flame walls and unleashed everything boiling explosively in my gut: primal ecstasy, the viciously coalesced murky mana, and my scorching seed—pouring it unsparingly into the heart of its core.
Gurgle, gush! Boom! The guardian's red core, taking my overwhelming, arrogant surge raw, swelled to an unnatural size, unable to contain the ferocious energy. The blue flames forming its body lost control, thrashing wildly in all directions.
KABOOM! With a deafening roar that shredded eardrums, its center burst from within in gruesome ruin. The first guardian, which had blocked the path with hellfire moments ago, crumbled powerlessly at my feet as a mere handful of black ash—without even a proper death cry.
Right after the first guardian exploded into ash, unable to handle my seed, the passage air, blazing with hellish heat, froze oddly for a split second. These were advanced flame lifeforms forged by Ignis's mana—3rd Circle or higher. Amid those hordes driven only by instinct and murder, a flicker of microscopic terror and rigidity spread at witnessing a kin destroyed in a way they couldn't even imagine—grotesque and humiliating.
But I seized that split-second gap, hurling myself at the second guardian like a beast scenting blood.
"You're next."
With a low, murky beastly growl, I seized its fleeing face roughly and rammed my massive cock mercilessly deep into the bizarre hole.
Squelch, crunch! It resisted desperately for survival, thrashing to shove my hips away, squeezing out every last drop of mana to spew ultrahot blue flames wildly over my body. Skin on my arms and chest burned gruesomely again, pain of sizzling flesh crashing in.
But its desperate flailing didn't last. The Lust Bloodline rampaging through my veins began greedily devouring its pure flame mana through my cock—like a massive predator.
Like a giant vacuum, my shaft sucked in the 3rd Circle mana condensed in its red core with every friction. The torment shredding my body reached a dramatic turning point. The hellish heat that had been flaying me white-hot across my nerves morphed into a deceptively pleasant warmth as the mana absorbed into me.
The ferocious blaze meant to incinerate me became like a winter hearth—or the soft, heated flesh of a woman aflame with lust—insanely warm and comforting, embracing my whole body. In that overwhelming sensation where agony flipped to perfect ecstasy, I slammed my hips beast-like toward its central core.
Drunk on the pleasure of absorbing mana, I heaved rough breaths, then exploded my hot seed into the heart of its core.
KABOOM! The second one shattered into ash too, drained of all mana and unable to withstand my surge.
Perfect berserk hunt. I didn't stop, leaping at the third and fourth like a starving predator. I yanked back their retreating heads, shoving my cock mercilessly into each pierced hole in turn.
The fiercer they resisted with blasts of flame to survive, the vaster the mana my cock absorbed, melting my brain with ever more ecstatic, enveloping warmth. Each merciless pistoning pulverized their cores with my seed and mana drain, the narrow passage filling with chain explosions and black ash.
When the last one took my cock and burst with a roar, the raging passage flames had died completely.
In the midst of drifting dust and thick ash in that chilling hell, I heaved ragged breaths, having absorbed the guardians' vast mana wholesale. The ferocious thing between my legs—even after this overwhelming slaughter—still stood rigidly erect like a beast, pulsing with their flame mana and an eerie heat.
The final guardian had burst with a roar, unable to endure my savage seed and mana. The hellish passage reeked of charred flesh amid thick black ash. My ragged breaths were the only sound in that eerie silence when a sharp, tearing woman's voice ripped through from beyond the swirling ash.
"What the hell are you doing to my children, you beastly fuck...!!!!!"
Dust and heatwinds split wide, revealing a figure. The flame summoner who commanded the guardians. The density of mana cloaking her body was worlds apart from the 3rd Circle scraps I'd just ravaged. It was the thick, sultry mana unique to a 4th Circle mage—achievable only after at least twenty years of brutal training—crushing the passage air.
She was petite, flat-chested without curves, but her aura was undeniably that of a full adult sorceress. Her upturned eyes brimmed with the venomous malice of a battle-hardened mature woman.
She glared down at the wretched black ash scattered on the floor. It wasn't just brute force destruction. With a mage's keen senses, she'd read the horrific traces of how her precious 3rd Circle flame lifeforms had been pulverized from within in 'what grotesque manner.'
"You... what the fuck did you do to my children..."
Unable to hide her horror, she raised her ruby-studded staff in fury, poised to reduce me to ash. But her piercing gaze soon dropped between my legs—and the hand gripping the staff froze stiff as a board.
My whole body was scorched by flames, caked in blood and ash, a wretched sight. But the massive cock between my legs alone pulsed ferociously erect, brimming with the vast mana it'd devoured from the guardians, radiating an eerie heat.
Drenched in battle's afterglow and lust, I met her eyes with unquenched madness, licking my lips beast-like as I stared her down.
The instant she faced my battlefield-dominating monster and demonic gaze head-on, her venomous face crumbled. Her fury-filled eyes filled with strange shame and the primal terror a female feels before a massive predator.
Forgetting her dignity as a grand, mature 4th Circle mage, she blushed crimson unwittingly, stumbling back on trembling legs.