Chapter.18 The Prisoner of Desire and the Contractor of Sin

Diana lay on the bed with her knees folded, her eyes empty, as if she had lost her soul. She understood that she told Orseya, the strongest female warrior, all this heavy, so that she was forced to face the beloved Mrs. goods.

Diana still clearly remembers the two terrifying demons killing nonchalantly in the conference hall, and finally even dragged Vicky into the dark abyss. Orthea, can she believe in this last hope? Orthea was so powerful that she suddenly had some expectations for this illusory wish.

There were multiple footsteps outside the door, and then the servant knocked lightly on the door.

"Miss Diana. You have a visitor."

"Who is it?" Diana asked, raising her voice. She doesn't allow anyone she knows to step through the door, not even her best friend. Because they may have been secretly replaced by demons.

"It is I, Miss Diana."

A soothing voice came from outside the door. Diana's face suddenly dissipated the haze. She walked to the door in a pajamas, just about to open the door, but her hand stopped on the handle, and the expression on her face froze.

Master Orthea, didn't you go to rob the execution ground?

Why did the servants let her in as if she had become a wanted criminal?

When Diana hesitated, the handle of the door twisted by itself. With a click sound, the door was opened. Orthea, the rumored iceberg beauty, was standing outside the door.

"Long time no see, Miss Diana." Orthea greeted, "Thanks to you, I have corrected the distortion in the city. Now, there is only one last place left."

"Orthea...?" Diana took two steps back and said in a daze. The face in front of her was extremely familiar to her, but she couldn't stop trembling all over.

"Miss Diana." Orthea took two steps closer, a cold look flashed in her beautiful eyes, "Do you remember what I said at the meeting?"

"Will... discuss...?" Diana muttered these two words, and then her pupils dilated suddenly.

"What a beautiful flower." Orthea reached out and stroked the flaxen-haired girl's face, just like Vicky did to her during the meeting, "Maybe... it's time for her to wither."

……

Accompanied by Orthea, Mrs. Oloni finally returned to the city.

So far, the turmoil in the city came to an end with Orthea's name rectification. This incident, starting from the ransacking of the little devils and ending with the final cliff battle, brought endless pain and sorrow to this bustling city in just a few weeks. Fortunately, that shrewd leader, Mrs. Oloni, only had a slight fracture. I believe that under her leadership, Amati City will return to normal soon.

During this period, there were also some strange things happened, for example - Diana, the noble girl of the famous L'Hopida family, a few survivors of the bloody meeting, died strangely a few days ago. The puppet manipulated by the string, the body was motionless, and it no longer breathed. Orthea, who had visited her during this period, arrived at her funeral immediately, mourning the withered flower.

……

At night, Vicky walked up the steps to the top of the tower. Her identity can exempt those tedious meeting application procedures.

"This face is much more useful than Modesty's." Vicki whispered. At least not long ago, in order to inquire about Andy's information, she sneaked into the tower. As Modesty, she still needs to review beforehand if she wants to meet Mrs. Oloni. But Vicky's identity can be unimpeded. Female fighters of different classes can enjoy different treatment.

Pushing open the door deep in the corridor, there were people waiting in the room for a long time.

"Oh, Vicky, you're here," Orthea glanced at the female knight from the corner of her eye, but she leaned on Mrs. Oloni who was a puppet. "What's the matter?"

Vicky didn't answer Orthea's question. She walked slowly to the sofa, sat down, raised a pair of slender white silk legs, "It's nothing, it's just..."

"only?"

"Honey, I think it's time for us to make a new move."

"Huh? So you're tired of Vicky's leather coat?" Orthea played with Mrs. Oloni's golden hair, "It's really greedy. I've used Vicky's leather coat for a long time. But it doesn't matter, This city is ours already. I mean... what woman's skin do you like?"

"No...I mean..." Vicky raised her head, her beautiful blue eyes turned pink, "New cities, new gifts, more beautiful looks, more women's leather clothes. Dear, Don't you find it all fascinating?"

"Maybe... But, I want to think about it." Orthea rested her chin with her fingertips, her eyes still fixed on Mrs. Oloni's face, "We have hollowed out the upper floors of this city and replaced them." Now, if we leave, these unfilled women will collapse on the ground."

Having said that, Orthea looked at Vicky, smiled and said, "Bev's power is not strong enough to control a doll in another city."

"So, I just talked to you in advance." Vicky smiled back, "You also said that you will think about it, which means that you have a way to solve all this, don't you?"

"Maybe. But before that..." Orthea deliberately slowed down her tone, looking at Vicky suggestively with her beautiful cherry red eyes, and said, "I want to seek physical satisfaction."

Speaking of this, Orthea lightly got up from the seat, lazily stretched her soft waist, that slender body looked so graceful under the well-fitting leather armor. Then, the new owner of the flesh ran his fingertips over the dark skin and said, "After I got Orthea's leather clothes, there were so many troublesome things that I never had a chance to explore this wonderful body. Body. So... this night, I want to make up for the regrets of the previous days."

"Just what I want." Vicky grinned.

After removing the cumbersome armor attached to her shoulders and knees, Orthea walked slowly to the sofa, bent down gracefully, and pulled off the straps of the two pairs of knight boots. Then he bent his calf and flicked the shoe back. Like a cat, she gently crawled to Vicky's side, pressed the blond female knight under her body, and then lifted her chin with her fingertips.

"Move." Orthea whispered, her eyes blurred as if covered by a layer of tulle, "Then, let me be satisfied."

"Yes, Lord Orthea." Vicky responded obediently, then turned around and pushed, gaining the upper hand. Now it was her turn to ride this beauty with the rare dark complexion. She removed the silver tassels from her ears. Now these dangling ornaments were only an obstacle to her supreme happiness. Of course, above her bangs, the silver pendant chain woven with the moist blonde hair has remained. Both Andy, Jill, and the original Vicky love this iconic decoration. Since it can add fun, why not do it?

Back to reality, in the current position, the distance between Vicky and Orthea is only a thin white silk pantyhose. Yes, Vicky wasn't wearing panties, she was going to be in a vacuum from the start. Through the delicate white silk, smooth dark skin, and the slight movement of the two, this kind of gentle and gentle contact made her already wet pussy begin to ooze out, full of love Honeydew. She quickened her breathing, and her beautiful blue eyes were already dominated by fine powder that symbolized lust. Her little hands wearing silk gloves slowly unbuttoned the buttons, and then lifted the edge of the blue and white knight suit, turning it up bit by bit, revealing A white belly with a beautifully patterned bra until it was removed.

Orthea felt Vicky's hot body temperature, and inadvertently began to breathe out fiery breath. These erotic gasses warmed the whole room.

Vicky leaned down, her golden hair drooping, her little hands peeled off Orthea's leather armor through the silk gloves, and a pair of tempting beautiful breasts like water droplets popped out. Although the pair of breasts are not that big compared to what Modesty mentioned before, the smallness and cuteness made Vicky even more excited. She reached for the cute little cherry above the areola with one hand, and leaned over with the other , the cherry lips gently rubbed against the twin cherries on the other side, the delicate nostrils twitched slightly, exhaling a hot and lustful breath.

The preparations for positioning were completed, and Vicky started her action. Through the silk gloves, she gently rubbed the cherry on the left, sometimes stroking and sometimes kneading, and on the other hand, she gently opened her lips and teeth, and put the cherry on the left side. The cute red dot sucked it in and stroked it with soft lips. This kind of enjoyment caused Orthea to raise her head all of a sudden, her eyes drifted to the sky, and the tingling pleasure flowed upstream from her spine and hit her brain directly. She suddenly became blank, as if her consciousness had been melted.

But this is not over yet, Vicky grinned mischievously, laughed, and then gnawed lightly with her teeth, the force was very light, the teeth sometimes fell into the cherry lightly, and sometimes separated, leaving only a piece that gradually returned to powder. tooth prints. It's such a tiny movement, but the joy conveyed from the body to the brain is unimaginable, and soothing whimpers have already begun to come out of Orthea's throat.

The blond-haired knight girl narrowed her eyes in satisfaction, and she was ready to enter the next stage—she opened her lips and teeth, and directly sucked in the whole cherry on the right, including the surrounding areola. Then he inhaled forcefully, and then cut off the connection between the nasal cavity and the outside world, creating a wonderful vacuum in the slippery mouth. This terrible vacuum suction gave Orthea a critical sense of oppression. She could sense that something was coming. As if responding to Orthea's uneasy expression, Vicky gently twisted her soft tongue, and in the small vacuum space, it began to revolve around the outline of the cherry, every part of the tongue covered with fine meat particles The rotation and teasing of the circle are like an endless vortex, sucking Orthea's consciousness into it to the deepest part. As if to give this dissatisfied woman more joy and let her consciousness sink deeper, Vicky rolled up her tongue, which was covered with a layer of transparent sweet body fluid, and the tip of the tongue was aimed at the tiny round hole of the cherry. Drill. The pleasure of this moment seemed to penetrate Orthea's heart, and she breathed a seductive voice in her throat, which lasted for a long time. Her cheeks were flushed, her dark skin dripped with sweat, and her attractive breasts rose and fell with her breath. After a long time, her eyes regained focus, and her consciousness returned from that wonderful happy world.

"Huh, as expected of a succubus." Orthea propped up her seemingly weak body, her cherry red eyes filled with more lust, "But, this is just an appetizer, right?"

"Of course, Lord Orthea." Vicky replied while taking a small breath. She leaned down and whispered in Orthea's ear, "Let's be one."

Taking off her exquisite bra, Vicky looked at Orthea affectionately, and the latter returned her a smile of approval. She lowered her body and kissed Orthea's lips. Her round and snowy breasts were pressed against Orthea's soft and plump breasts. They rubbed against each other and were squeezed into various shapes. She was wearing white stockings Her well-proportioned legs and Orthea's slender and toned legs are intentionally intertwined, savoring and enjoying the beauty and happiness of the female body.

"Master Orthea, your body is really charming." Vicky gently rubbed the delicate black silk on Orthea's right leg with her white silk legs, stuck out her tongue, and licked Orthea's dark body. But the lustrous breasts and flesh, "This body is simply born to seek the pleasure of sensuality."

"Hehe, little villain." Orthea sneered, and lightly squeezed Vicky's round and greasy breasts, which caused the blond knight girl to cry out, "No matter how nice you say, I will I won't wear Orthea for you either."

"I hate it." Vicky patted Orthea's chest lightly, "I just want to taste what kind of enjoyment it would be to reach an orgasm with a sensitive female body."

Orthea twitched her eyes. That bisexual guy actually learned to act like a baby? Still, that doesn't seem like a bad thing.

Just when Orthea was about to praise Vicky, thinking that she had finally become a charming succubus. Vicky let out another soft moan from her throat, she stretched out her tongue, and the tip of her tongue full of tiny meat particles lightly brushed Orthea's areola. This action caused Orthea to lean up comfortably, and all the words of praise were forgotten by her.

"Ah... that's right here." Orthea gasped, and she felt a dry mouth, "This woman's tits are too sensitive. A little teasing with her tongue will..."

Before Orthea finished speaking, Vicky rolled up the cherry with her tongue consciously. She looked up at Orthea, and asked inarticulately, "Zhou? (Just?)"

Just when Orthea was a little puzzled why there was no touch from the nipple. Vicky's eyes flashed a blue light. The gift of stagnation that was activated at an unknown time was canceled by the blond knight princess. At this moment, the sealed, suspended wet and limp tongue, mixed with saliva, surged up like a rebound.

Orthea's mind was once again hit by a wave of pleasure, and when the tide receded, there was only a blank space left. Her cherry red eyes were lost, and she even lost her voice for a while, she could only open her mouth and make a trembling guttural sound of ho ho.

"I didn't expect Lord Orthea, who has the strongest gift - magic immunity, to fall down because of such a trick." Vicki had a smirk on her face, and her slender fingers drew circles on the blush of the cherry, "If the guys outside who play magic and arcane know that Lord Orthea, who is as frightening as ice, actually shows such a coquettish and charming appearance at night, what kind of interesting things will happen? "

"Huh——" Orthea breathed calmly, and then the corners of her mouth curled up, "Maybe this ability is not the strongest. At least, it cannot be immune to my lovely servant's sexual pranks."

"Because Vicky's gift does not use magic power." After finishing speaking, Vicky stuck out her tongue and gently licked Orthea's delicate collarbone, leaving a crystal water stain on it. "The gift is divided into using magic power. And not needing magic. Vicky happens to be the latter."

"Those things are irrelevant." Orthea's tireless voice interrupted Vicky's analysis. The succubus quickly understood what she meant.

"Don't worry, my dear." Vicky licked her tongue, "I still have some final preparations to wrap up the night."

Vicky got up from Orthea's body and changed her position. She clamped Orthea's legs with her beautiful white silk legs, making the plump pussy soaked in white stockings and Orthea's plump Pussy lips rubbing. The sticky love juice oozing through the stockings became a good lubricant. Orthea also gradually came back to her senses, she began to rhythmically cooperate with Vicky and twist her body, her legs and waist, constantly scraping the other's soft honey petals.

"Haah... this pose is so amazing..." Orthea's face became flushed, and she gasped and said, "As long as... you cooperate with the other party like this, there will be a steady stream of news from below." Pleasure."

Orthea couldn't describe this feeling. This slow stroking of the acupuncture point was a joy he had never experienced in his demon days. Her gaze shifted to Vicky, the blond horsewoman who was completely indulging in feminine pleasures, revealing her sensual nature. Maybe this is the unique joy of women, he thought. Although he has changed many women's leather clothes, Andy still has no awareness of his gender. Now, seeing this charming succubus who fully accepts the identity of a woman, he is a little shaken.

In the end, under the interweaving of thinking and tingling pleasure, Orthea and Vicky reached the other shore of happiness together.

……

Vicky's footsteps faded away. The room fell silent again.

Orthea tidied up the messy clothes. Suddenly, she seemed to have sensed something indescribable in the darkness, and called out in a low voice, "There you are, Master Pochi."

A gust of wind swept over, blowing away the remaining light of the candle lamp. A hoarse, old but extremely heavy voice echoed in the air.

"Long time no see, my contractor Andy... No, should I call you Althea now?"

"Hmph." Orthea sneered, "You slept for a long time. I don't know what happened outside during this period, do you know?"

"I know. Of course I know." Pochi grinned, "Not only that, I am very satisfied."

"Oh? How do you say that?"

"Do you still remember the necklace of Mrs. Oloni?" said the devil. "That is the supreme ancient artifact, the Lonely Heart. Even today, long after the war between gods and demons has passed, there are still fragments of godhead remaining in it."

"You mean..." Orthea took off the necklace from Mrs. Oloni's neck, and asked hesitantly, "The necklace that helped Mrs. Oloni absorb the curse of Jill in the past is an ancient one. Artifact?"

The devil didn't answer Orthea's question, it just used its power of thought to raise the necklace Orthea was holding, and then... the necklace turned into a beam of light and shot into Orthea's chest. She suddenly felt a warm sensation in her body.

In an instant, Orthea felt her soul being sucked into the violent storm. At the other end of the vortex, Orthea, no, Andy, he floated above the clouds in his own image.

"Hey... what is this...?"

Looking down, directly below Andy, there stood a magnificent spire, the top of which pointed straight into the sky. Countless giant dragons circled and flew above the tower. Along with it, there are dense groups of bats.

"Andy, do you want to know where this is?"

At some point, a hunched gray-haired old man came to Andy's side. He was leaning on a cane in the air, smiling kindly, "Nice to meet you, Andy."

"Are you... Pochi?" Andy asked dubiously.

"Hehe, don't tell me you don't recognize me?" The old man's hoarse voice suddenly turned sharper and softer, "Actually, for me, as long as I want, I can be any image. "

Soon, the old man's frosty gray hair grew rapidly, and his skin rejuvenated. In an instant, a white-haired young beauty appeared in front of Andy. She gently snuggled into Andy's arms, put her arms around Andy's dark blue neck, and whispered in his ear, "Andy, let me tell you an interesting thing. Here, is the demon The main battlefield of the battle."

"You mean, I went back in time?"

"No, it's just a projection, the reverberation of life. You can't touch these phantoms." Speaking of this, the white-haired beauty smiled slightly, "However, such a projection is perfect for teaching materials."

"The battle between gods and demons, that epic battle. It's not just a fierce battle between gods and demons, blood clans, dragon clans, undead clans, and witches have also chosen to join the battle."

"These four races... have all declined now?" Andy pondered, "The blood race and the undead race are hiding in the shadows, the dragon race is deep in the canyon, and the witches are also hiding in the tower."

"Yes. But at that time, they were creatures second only to gods and demons." Pochi went on to say, "The witch's knowledge of magic and arcane arts originated from the interpretation of dragon language, which is the same as that of giant dragons. The vampires are half undead creatures, so this lineup allocation is obvious. The dragon and the witch choose to join the order of light, while the vampires and undead monsters choose to fall into the darkness."

"What about the ending?" Andy grinned, "I'm more interested in the ending."

"In this war, no gods died." Pochi said, "but...these four races, second only to gods and demons, were completely wiped out."

The voice just fell. The obelisk under Andy shattered in an instant, the giant dragons and the overwhelming group of bats disappeared in an instant, and even the undead creatures on the ground were reduced to ashes.

The tower collapsed, the stone walls cracked, and everything turned into ashes and ashes, turning into dust. Only four rays of light scattered from the top of the tower.

"What are these four rays of light?" Andy asked.

"It's the reverberation left by the strongest of these four races." Pochi explained, "Or, you can understand them as fragments of demigods. The lonely heart was the heart of the dragon king at that time Pieces."

"That is to say, I found one of the four rays of light?" Andy asked back, "Then what will happen if I gather all the four rays of light?"

"Huh? Maybe the fragments of these ancient ninth-order creatures will be combined into a complete godhead. Maybe."

The scenery in front of him suddenly dissipated, and Andy felt his soul return to Orthea's skin. She opened her eyes and looked at herself carefully.

"The fragment of the Dragon King's heart—the Lonely Heart has been transformed into a godhead fragment and integrated into the leather jacket." The devil said, "Now, Orthea's leather object will have a second gift—you can rewrite it, and you can also rewrite it. Or give those who are weak a new mind. And, this power will not change with distance.”

"But the condition?" Orthea tilted her head.

"You must wear a woman's leather jacket, Bev, Vicky, Orthea, whichever one is fine. But... without the leather, this new gift will no longer exist." The devil rarely encouraged, "You did a good job, my partner. Although it's just fragments...but you are indeed one step closer to the godhead. If you can get the remaining three godhead fragments and put them together to form a complete godhead..."

"I know."

A sinister smile appeared on the corner of the knight girl's mouth.

"I'll get it done, sure."

"Because, I am the covenanter of sin."

……

Porog swallowed. He is about to take the portal to the top of the Crescent Tower - a place called the Spider's Gap. The people living there are his targets.

Valorelle, this is the name of that legendary woman. The president of the Magic Association, the eternal witch family, and the violet Mrs. Spider. These are just a few of her many nicknames. According to rumors, she has the most beautiful face in the world, and her strength has reached the pinnacle of the seventh level-this is the limit that humans and humanoid species can reach.

Porog didn't care about these things, he was only second-level magician, and he was an apprentice-level magician, but now he didn't have the confidence to bother that beautiful witch lady and see her true face—a piece of advice for that Very important news for the beautiful witch.

The door made of magic power opened, and a burst of deep magic power overflowed head-on. This powerful breath almost made Porog breathless, but then, the pervasive, faint scent of violets in the air mixed with the unique fragrance of women made him feel surging again. The feeling of oppressive feeling that he couldn't breathe before seemed to have disappeared. After slowing down, he scanned the space around him while walking into the depths.

Across the emerald green potted plants, countless mahogany bookshelves are lined up one after another, and the horizontal surfaces of the bookshelves are engraved with regular spider patterns, which are lifelike and seem to be alive. The bookshelves are full of thick books revised with gold thread, and there are stacks of sheepskin scrolls tied with red thread.

Porog thought that the Spider's Narrows was a scary place, but he didn't expect it to be a beautiful library. He moved closer, tiptoed to take down a thick-looking book, and flipped through it quickly. This book seemed to be recorded in an ancient language. Although he couldn't understand it, there was hardly a speck of dust on the book, as if someone had carefully taken care of it every day.

Stuffing the book back, Porog walked towards the depths of the library. Finally, at the corner at the end of the bookshelf, he saw a violet shadow.

The thick and beautiful lavender hair is tied into a well-groomed long ponytail, which hangs naturally behind the shoulders and subtly bends on the bare white back. The lazy and beautiful dark golden eyes contain the wisdom and intelligence of Valorelle as a witch, and the cherry lips seem to have been decorated with tender petals. Coupled with the eternally beautiful and delicate face, they form an ingenious contrast.

Valorelle leaned gracefully on the wooden rocking chair like this, flipping the pages of the book lightly with her slender hands, revealing her well-proportioned legs wrapped in thin black panty stockings. Slender, slender, plump, these words are not enough to describe the grace of those jade legs. The stockings are engraved with several mysterious runes exuding a dark golden luster as decorations for the socks. Under the luxuriant lights of the library, they reflect a captivating luster.

So beautiful...and, so elegant...

Porog couldn't help muttering in his heart. For a moment, he was fascinated.

At this time, the beautiful demon's expression changed a little, and there was a hint of confusion and hesitation in her eyes, as if she had noticed the visitor. Those dark golden eyes were gradually stained with violet brilliance, until the purple completely replaced the original gold. She closed the book in her hand and casually put it behind her.

The moment before the thrown book touched the ground, it seemed to have encountered some resistance, floating in the air, and the outline of the four corners was dyed with purple streamer. The stream of light spread out to the four corners like four silk threads, and these four beams of faint purple light were linking with the witch's green onion-like fingers. With a slight wave of the witch's forearm, the fingers curled slightly, and the book seemed to be riding the wind, floating gently, until it reached the bookshelf, and cleverly returned to the gap where the book was missing.

Picking up the pipe made of heather root in her right hand, Willorelle lightly got up from the rocking chair, and a pair of plump and attractive white rabbits danced gently.

The slender robes fluttered gently beside her legs with the swing of Willore's arms. Sometimes the clothes were covered with a deep and dark beautiful starry sky, and sometimes they were crystal clear water ripples. The starry sky on the inside of the sleeve is like the surface of a lake, rippled by the breeze.

The witch's fair and slender neck was tied with a neck ring made of thin purple ribbons, and the light red crystal gems naturally hung from the neck ring to the valleys of the mountains, emitting a lustrous light together with the witch's snow-white skin.

The violet nude dress outlines Valorelle's curves more and more perfectly, and even wraps those sensual snowy breasts properly. The light and transparent cloth covers half of the heart-stirring roundness, only revealing Half a daydream of snow-white. The beauty of the lower body is covered by the thin purple knees, leaving a faint temptation. On the other hand, there was a big opening in the thigh, revealing a large piece of soft skin covered by black stockings, which was tied tightly at the base of the leg with a red silk rope.

After seeing the figure of the visitor, the strange alert eyes disappeared in an instant, and Valorelle's beautiful eyes returned to the calm color of the past. There was a narrow smile on the corner of her lips, and she walked slowly towards Porog. The tall and slender figure walked gracefully, and there seemed to be purple light flowing between her steps. The ruby ​​hanging on the chest followed every step the witch took, gently colliding with her breasts, causing a wave of milky white swaying.

Finally, the witch stopped in front of Porog. Looking at the little boy who was less than half her size, she bent down her slender waist, narrowed her beautiful eyes full of knowledge, and smiled, "Little cutie, what do you want?"

"Ah... Mister Witch..." Porog felt his heart beat more and more abnormally, and the heart jumped out of his control at this moment, almost jumping out of his chest. He covered his chest, turned his head sideways, and tried not to let his eyes fall on the big, soft, tender and white tits, "I'm here to report the news to you. A few days ago... the transportation force of our Magic Association It was ransacked by the goblins, and although the bandits have been wiped out by the nearby forces, the key cargo... seems to be still in the city named Amati."

"Amati City..." The witch's slender fingers curled up, and her knuckles rested on her slender chin, repeating the name softly, her beautiful violet eyes flickering. Amati, who foresaw the name of the city in astrology. In the coming world catastrophe, the city of Ammaty will become the center of disaster. When she wanted to obtain more information about herself and Amati City from the Bo star, the beautiful starry sky became hazy like the surface of stirred water. She can no longer glimpse the secret of the future from it.

"Perhaps...it's time to take a look."

The End