Chapter 8: The Wrathful Sacrifice

"Really...too weak."

Flora's voice, laced with undisguised contempt, pierced Kyle's already battered eardrums like cold needles. She ceased her predatory kiss, leaning back slightly, her chestnut curls cascading down, her mage-like eyes now brimming with goblin cruelty, looking down at him with disdain. Her nail-painted fingers, with the casualness of assessing merchandise, lightly traced his sweaty, trembling chest.

“I thought the legendary hero would be some great power,” Cecilia sneered behind him. Her ethereal voice was now nothing but a sarcastic mockery. Her pristine body pressed against his trembling back, bringing not allure but a venomous, icy touch. “And this is all you’ve got? You can’t even give us any fun.”

Arya's movements slowed, taking on a languid quality, like someone toying with prey. Her emerald eyes narrowed, no longer burning with a wild fire, but with a more wicked, cat-and-mouse-like mockery. She even slightly raised herself, creating an awkward gap at their tight joint, and then, in a strange tone that blended the clear melodies of Elvish with the rough rasps of goblins, she said, word by word, "Not even as good as the lowest male in the crypt. At least they can struggle a bit."

Weak.

Inferior.

Not even as good as a goblin.

These words, accompanied by the deliberately slowed, utterly humiliating thrusts beneath him, burned like a red-hot iron onto Kyle's already crumbling nerves. The beliefs, honor, and power he had always upheld were now reduced to utter worthlessness, even compared to the monster he loathed most, and... judged inferior!

The humiliation, like boiling lava, instantly breached the dam he had built from fear and despair. The anger that had been forcibly suppressed, the unyielding pride of a hero, erupted in a destructive way at that moment!

"Shut up……!!"

A roar, inhuman and seemingly **** from the depths of a torn throat, suddenly exploded in the forest clearing. Kyle's pupils, which had been dilated with fear and helplessness, abruptly contracted to the size of pinpoints, burning with a crimson, almost frenzied flame.

An indescribable, violent power, like a dormant volcano suddenly erupting, surged forth from the deepest part of his body! The invisible suppression originating from the soul level of the goblin leader (Grush), under the impact of this power purely born of **** rage, actually emitted a faint cracking sound as it could not bear the weight!

"What?!"

Flora's mockery froze instantly, turning into astonishment.

Cecilia's body, pressed against his back, stiffened abruptly.

For the first time, disbelief appeared in Arya's emerald eyes.

What shocked them even more was the change in Kyle's body.

The source of desire, which had been somewhat weakened by the pressure of truth and suppression, suddenly swelled, hardened, and scorched at a visible speed! Veins bulged, like an angry dragon awakening, radiating a terrifyingly powerful life **** and an almost violent aggressiveness. Its size and hardness far surpassed anything it had ever shown before!

"You...you...scum...!!"

Kyle's voice was hoarse, yet it carried a resolute decisiveness, like cutting through iron and metal. His body, which had been bound and stiffened by some ****, was now filled with power once more. Not the rhythm driven by desire as before, but an absolutely dominant attack filled with destructive power!

He suddenly stretched out both hands, roughly grabbing Flora's chestnut curls with one hand and pulling her head sharply towards him. At the same time, his waist, like a taut bow, thrust upwards with unprecedented, almost savage ****!

"Ugh—!"

Arya (Skullbreaker) was the first to be hit. The sudden, overwhelming size and ferocious **** caused her (him) to let out a short, sharp, almost distorted scream. The previously playful, slow movements were completely interrupted, replaced by an **** sense of being completely filled, even to the point of being torn apart. The elf's slender waist felt as if it were about to be crushed by this violent ****. She (him) instinctively wanted to retreat, but Kyle's large hand, which gripped her (his) arm like an iron clamp, and the irresistible impact from her waist and abdomen, made it impossible for her (him) to escape.

This is just the beginning.

Kyle reached back with his other hand, precisely grabbing Cecilia's platinum blonde hair, forcing her (Grush) to tilt her head back and let out a cry of pain. He then suddenly flipped over, using the terrifying **** he unleashed to simultaneously pin Arya, who had been straddling him, and Cecilia, who was pressed tightly against his back, beneath him in an extremely awkward yet completely controlled position!

Flora was also pulled by the hair and stumbled to the side. Before she (Cracked Bone) could react, Kyle had already spread one foot and hooked his ankle tightly around her purple high-heeled foot, fixing her in place in the chaotic battle as well.

In an instant, three beautiful bodies, in various twisted and **** postures, were forcibly imprisoned around the body of the enraged hero.

“No… impossible! How could you…” Cecilia (Grush) tried to struggle, mobilizing her faint light power to suppress it again, but the violent, destructive rage emanating from Kyle was like a tangible flame, burning away her (his) power completely.

Kyle completely ignored her (his) horror. His actions were brutal, direct, and utterly unskilled, nothing but the most primal and frenzied conquest and venting.

His primary target remained Arya beneath him. His hips and waist, like tireless warhammers, pounded, thrust, and ground with terrifying speed and ****! Each penetration seemed to pierce through the elven shell, reaching the ugly soul within. Arya's (Skullcrusher's) screams and groans had become intermittent sobs, tinged with pain and a ****, strange pleasure. Her (his) legs, clad in thick stockings, kicked weakly, their deerskin boots leaving messy marks on the moss.

Meanwhile, Kyle didn't spare the other two. He grabbed Cecilia's hair, forcing her (him) closer, then roughly kissed her once-pure lips, now slightly parted in fear—not a kiss, but a biting, sucking, a bloody plunder. His other hand, under Flora's horrified gaze, roughly kneaded her (Cracked Bones) soft breasts exposed through the opening of her mage's robe, the **** so great it almost left bruises.

The three bodies had now become mere toys for him to vent his rage.

The pleasure didn't disappear; instead, it became more intense and acute than ever before, fueled by this **** anger and sense of control. But within that pleasure lay too much pain, fear, and utter powerlessness. The goblins tried to resist, to regain control, but they found that their stolen skills and meager abilities were utterly laughable and **** in the face of this pure, humiliated, and violent ****.

Kyle, like a lion completely driven mad, was inflicting the cruelest punishment and declaring war on the intruder on his own territory. Sweat streamed down his taut muscles, dripping onto the twisted body beneath him. His breathing was heavy and labored, each exhale carrying a scorching heat and an uncontrollable, low growl like that of a wounded beast.

Flora was the first to succumb. Under the brutal kneading and the overwhelming fear from the depths of her soul, her (Bone-Cracked) body trembled violently, letting out a long, piercing, uncontrollable groan as she reached a climax that was a mixture of pain and **** stimulation. Her body beneath the mage's robes convulsed, as if all her strength had been drained away.

Next came Cecilia. **** to kiss, her hair yanked, feeling Kael's destructive rage, her (Grush's) attempts to maintain composure completely crumbled. Her pristine form trembled violently, her ethereal voice uttering broken, incomprehensible murmurs. Under the violent, punishing kiss and the visual stimulation of Arya being violently assaulted beside her, she too suddenly stiffened, reaching a humiliating and intense climax.

Finally, it was Arya's turn. Under Kael's relentless, storm-like ****, her (Skullcrusher's) resistance had long since crumbled. Her body was pierced again and again, the strange, intense pleasure mingling with the fear and pain of conquest, washing over her nerves like a tsunami. When Kael let out a final, wounded beast-like growl, injecting his burning life essence, fueled by **** rage, into the deepest recesses of her (his) body in a near-destructive manner, Arya (Skullcrusher) jerked her head back, her neck arching in despair, letting out a long, piercing, heart-wrenching scream—"Ooh ooh ooh—!!!"

Her emerald green eyes instantly lost focus, her pupils dilated to the ****, and her entire body convulsed and spasmed violently and continuously as if being struck by a strong electric current, pushing her to an ****, devastating climax.

The clearing in the woods fell into a deathly silence.

There were only heavy breathing sounds, and the air was filled with a strong, pungent smell mixed with sweat and a certain sweet, metallic scent, and... a faint, almost imperceptible feeling of exhaustion from having one's strength excessively drained.

Kyle maintained his offensive stance, his chest heaving violently. The madness in his bloodshot eyes slowly faded, replaced by a bottomless weariness and emptiness. He released his grip on his hair, his body swaying, almost collapsing.

The three bodies beneath him, like broken dolls, lay limp on the messy moss, twitching slightly, their eyes unfocused, their faces bearing the flush of orgasm and an indescribable complex expression that mixed pain with a strange sense of satisfaction.

The furious sacrifice ended. With a soul-burning rage, the hero temporarily regained control, delivering a cruel punishment to the blasphemer. But this victory came at a terrible price. He expended more than just physical strength. And what about those three goblins? After enduring this violent "gift," did some unknown change occur within them?

The sunlight remained dappled, yet seemed tinged with a blood-red hue. This distorted feast was far from over.