Four-Armed Divine Emperor

Edward saw that the girl's eyes were red, obviously she had been crying, but it was different from the overflowing sadness. It was a state of extreme stimulation and madness where she had lost control of her body.

Edward's lover, the lover he had been thinking about day and night, was naked like this - no, the only piece of clothing on her body was a pair of white stockings that were wrapped around her calves. Obviously, this not only did not cover her up, but instead served as a kind of erotic entertainment.

She was naked and was taken care of by a man Edward had never seen before. That face, perhaps it was more accurate to say that he was a teenager, or a young man. He had an exotic face, like the human race on the East Continent.

Judging from his face alone, he possesses a charm that is far superior to even Edward's, and his body is almost perfect, with muscles, sharp edges, every inch of skin, and every blood vessel showing the perfect physique of a man. But all of this is shown through his conquest of Edward's lover, his beloved Miss Dolores, constantly advancing and attacking!

This man was as naked as Miss Dolores under him. His hateful big hands were grabbing the girl's feet and playing with them. At the same time, the parts where the two were tightly fitted together were making a series of continuous "pop" sounds with repeated high-speed impacts.

Edward's position was just about enough to see the place where they were connected. He witnessed with his own eyes that when the young man "stepped back" from Dolores' body, the connection between their bodies was like pulling something out of sticky rice paste and glue. The obscene liquid pulled out dense silk threads in it, and then broke and fell, or was severely branded on the girl's buttocks and legs in the young man's next impact, causing the juice to splash everywhere.

145: Bitterness

"Delo...Dolores..."

The man looked at his beloved lover in disbelief. In the boudoir where they had shared many heart-pounding moments and passionate memories, where they had once embraced and rolled over, where he had carefully and meticulously savored the sweetness and youthfulness of his lover's bed, where the forbidden fruit had not yet been plucked by outsiders, he saw a man of a different race, a man he had never seen before, naked and shamefully, being pressed down by him in an almost "brutal" manner.

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The invasion.

After witnessing this scene, his lover now had a shameful question mark over whether such a relationship still existed.

Dolores was trembling and shaking under the young man, making all kinds of moans that made him feel uncomfortable. In front of her lover, the debauchery and groans she made when she was violently penetrated by another man were almost more vulgar than those of the most lustful and wanton ladies and the most pleasing female slaves in Edward's memory!

The lover's eyes, those eyes that were always gentle and shy, but inadvertently revealed sweetness full of admiration, were staring blankly in the direction of Edward standing at the door. However, there was nothing in those beautiful eyes except joy and confusion.

If she panicked, begged, suffered, apologized...but nothing happened.

Dolores seemed to have completely lost sight of Edward's shadow and completely ignored the man "in front of her," her former lover, and the young man who was doing it to her. Of course, this evil man could only be Al. His power brought endless excitement and happiness to the noble lady who had never experienced such bliss.

Her brain had been so overwhelmed by wave after wave of pleasure that she could no longer think except for uttering some obscene words composed of remembered knowledge like a programmed machine. As long as Al did not stop thrusting, even if he impaled Dolores on his spear like a "meat pot sheath", and then walked out of the villa and killed her entire family in the mansion amid Dolores' climax, this noble lady who was once famous in Mashhad for her virtue would not have any reaction to such a tragedy.

El—to be precise, it is his incarnation. Of course, it is no different from him being there in person. His extremely powerful psychic power is now enough to use the method of "descending spirits" to create a psychic body for his consciousness that can carry his activities at the "altar" built by his descendants, which should be strictly speaking, a "mental beacon" and "tower of psychic power".

Whether it is to solve problems for offspring, or to violate the "chastity" and "innocent girls", or to commit adultery in front of their lovers, or to go further and make a dark, cruel, ultimate cuckold and sadomasochistic drama, it is easy.

As Dolores was just beginning to fall in love, Al was quite gentle with her. He used his psychic power to protect her consciousness, allowing her to "enjoy" continuous climaxes without losing or washing away her consciousness due to the continuous flushing of hormones.

But it was not so easy for Catherine, who was mature and thought she was the elder and had to protect the girl, so she took the initiative to stand up and tried to deal with Al alone...

“Eww~~~~~!!!”

"High, high! Father's seed ~ Honored Father's blessing!"

Being pressed down on the bed and violently fucked in front of his lover—of course, this was nothing compared to what he had experienced in the past few days after falling into the clutches of the Four-Armed Man.

The girl stretched her neck as high as she could and let out a high-pitched moan as Edward watched. Al also used a fierce and powerful thrust to slam his meat spear into the girl's vagina, pouring the hot, violent and sticky liquid into her body like a flood.

Al's weight is so great that it is difficult for ordinary people to bear it.

Even though Dolores's flower chamber had been completely filled by him, and every time he thrust in, there was a sound of air being expelled, but when he ejaculated, a series of "puffing" sounds came from the edge of the flower chamber, and small streams of sticky liquid flowed down from the place where the two were connected.

Edward seemed to have completely lost the ability to think and act because of this extremely shocking scene. He just stood at the door in a daze, watching his lover being violated by a strange man and filled with the most sacred flower that should have belonged to him alone.

“Huh…ah…”

Al slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, grabbed Dolores's long golden hair, lifted her head up and took a look. He saw that the girl's eyes had rolled back, and even her pink and soft tongue was weakly sticking out of her mouth. She was unconscious, so he stopped tormenting her.

During the last shot and the climax, Al cancelled the protection of Dolores' consciousness. The other party could not withstand such intense stimulation at all, and fainting on the spot was an instinctive protection mechanism of the body.

He withdrew from the body of the noble girl, who had already broken the "hundred times" limit in less than five days. There was an immediate crisp "pop" sound, and as the vagina contracted instinctively, air began to enter, making a puffing sound like a fart, and then like excretion, a large amount of thick white liquid flowed out of the girl's vagina, sliding down her thighs or falling to the ground.

The size of the body that Al created for himself is quite exaggerated, basically at the level of the male protagonist in erotic novels, and it can also automatically "adapt" to the other person's model according to the physical condition of the woman when Al focuses on one person - it will always be stuck at the upper limit of the other person, allowing him to achieve maximum satisfaction, and the woman will also suffer the maximum degree of stimulation and be toyed with at the limit of her body.

Now he held such a spear with such momentum that it did not lose any power after firing several times in a row, and it was still held high and majestic. Any man who saw it would have a psychological disadvantage. Moreover, it had just been withdrawn from his lover's body, and the crystals and traces on it were all

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Being left with the nectar of his lover is a torture for any man, let alone a playboy like Edward who has been a playboy in the past and has always played with and seduced other people's wives and daughters. He finally fell in love with her when Mashhad was keeping a low profile, and planned to be a threesome for the rest of his life?

But Edward did nothing. He just stood there blankly as if he was really shocked and stupid. His eyes did not move to Al, but he was still staring at Dolores who had fainted because of the man.

"Ok?"

The victim's reaction seemed a little beyond his expectations, and Al was puzzled.

He casually slapped the girl's buttocks, which were already red and swollen from being hit, twice. After two crisp "slaps!", he asked, "Are you Edward?"

The man with difficulty withdrew his gaze from his ex-lover and moved it to El's face. In the process, he could not help but glance at the fierce red dragon. Looking at it full of evidence of violation of his lover - or conquest, the bitterness that had been brewing for a long time almost burst out instantly!

Chapter 146: Bitterness…rational bitterness?

Time seemed to freeze in the scene for a moment, but in reality only a very short moment had passed.

Edward opened his mouth and stammered a few times, tasting the bitter taste for the first time today.

He tried hard to remain calm and maintain the demeanor of a romantic nobleman. He had never experienced such a situation before, so when one day Edward faced the same experience he had inflicted on other men many times, he didn't know how to respond.

Is it to curse loudly and draw swords?

Or cry bitterly and grieve?

There are so many things, so many things, that Edward feels he can "give a try" on them all. However, because he has seen so many of them, and from his perspective as an "inflicter", the behaviors of those victims inevitably carry with them a brand of pathos, ridiculousness, and powerlessness in his mind. It is difficult for him to "repeat the same old tricks", as if he knew there was a fire pit ahead and failure, but he still wanted to jump into it.

Because his "experience" told him that at this time, when the man opposite had just released his lance into his lover's body, and it was still covered with the woman's honey, and he was in high spirits, whatever he said or did was just a self-proclaimed attempt to make up for his failure.

He failed to speak successfully the first time, but finally asked with some trembling:

"You...who are you?"

El, who played the role of a yellow-haired minotaur seriously, was silent for a moment. The victim's reaction seemed a little strange.

Wasn't he a playboy or something in the past?

He is popular with both men and women, and he eats them everywhere, young and old, mature and tender, both masters and servants. From the perspective of an ordinary man, he is also an aristocrat, so basically there is no other conclusion about him being a winner in life.

Edward found out that his home had been robbed and he was raped, but he remained surprisingly calm. Apart from the bitterness that was evident in his words, he did not show any defensive or impulsive behavior, which surprised Al a little.

Is this, the expected fun gone?

But on second thought, it is a pleasure to see the victim’s defenses broken and wailing in pain;

But on the other hand, isn’t it also a special kind of pleasure for the victim to find that he has been cheated on again, but still forces himself to remain calm and tries to communicate with the yellow-haired man in a calm and peaceful manner?

Al thought of this and simply said calmly: "As you can see."

"Jailer, bully, minotaur, evil force, that's it." After he finished speaking, he slapped Dolores's buttocks twice, making two crisp snapping sounds, and her buttocks swayed, which made Edward's heartstrings twitch.

"Oh, right, I forgot to mention it." Al seemed to suddenly remember something, coughed twice, cleared his throat, turned around, grabbed the unconscious Dolores with both hands again, separated them, and pointed the lance at the hole that was still flowing out of sticky liquid and gently poked it in. This action made Edward's eyes bloodshot, and he almost couldn't control the urge to rush over and fight this man to the death to save his lover, but his confused brain and vigilance made him stop for the time being. Once again, he watched his lover being violated by that man in front of him.

But Al was not there to have sex again. He had already had the pleasure he needed. Now that he had had enough fun with women, it was time to "find fun" with men.

He simply made a motion to reinsert, then turned his head to look at Edward, who was still standing at the gate, his body trembling, his fists clenched, but he hadn't taken that step. He made an exaggerated expression and a brilliant smile:

"Your wife is awesome!" "Pa pa!"

"Ugh~!"

This "praise" was followed by two more slaps. This time, Al's action was accompanied by a slight stimulation, causing the unconscious Dolores to scream twice.

This almost made Edward's unsure what it was—warning? Calmness? Or perhaps a timid "patience" of the unknown—fail. He couldn't help but move his feet a little, but he still couldn't step into the room he used to frequent and always had a little fun in.

"who are you?!"

He still couldn't stand the awkward stalemate any longer. Seeing that the young man had put on his clothes and didn't seem to intend to do that evil thing anymore, he continued to ask.

"You and the people behind you, haven't you always wanted to find me?"

Al spread his hands and put the unconscious

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Dolores was placed aside, and he had put on a red and white toga with purple tassel shoulder straps. Edward looked at him, trying his best to control his peripheral vision from drifting to the right to see the naked and messy body of his lover.

While he was enduring the tremendous shock of Dolores being violated in front of him, he was also racking his brains to think about the meaning of what Al said.

"I've always wanted to find him..."

This matter involves Dolores and the others, so that's the only obvious thing.

"You are......"

"A person who respects his father?"

Edward's face was so gloomy that it looked like tears could be seen.

Following Ashes' orders, he infiltrated Mashhad's upper echelons and took the opportunity to investigate the connection between them and the mysterious cult organization, whose scope of operations had been expanding in recent times and whose presence seemed to be detected everywhere.

There is no need to think too much about this church. Even if we don't consider their rise from the northern rebels, just from the fact that wherever their power develops, the place will soon be out of the control of the empire, it can be seen that they are undoubtedly complete traitors.

So, were Dolores and Catherine discovered at that secret gathering that day?

Edward's heart twitched at the thought of this.

I should have known better...

If Mashhad splits away, the Ishaqanfa center will soon come to attack it. Even those provinces in the east that had previously declared mutual protection and autonomy, and those guys who have essentially turned into independent princes and warlords, may not say anything, because everyone is now in the rebel camp and will unite as one to raise troops to attack Luoyang.

It is more likely that they will fight each other first, seize every opportunity to strengthen themselves, and then annex their weaker neighbors.

All of the above indicates that Mashhad is about to be dragged into the war.

Edward was anxious. In his life, apart from entertaining wrestling, dueling, and sword fighting, he had never really been on a "battlefield" of the level where a caravan encountered bandits. He was very afraid of the coming of war, so he anxiously wanted to take the two women away.

In this matter, he knew that there were risks, but he still told Catherine about it. It was actually a gamble.

At first, he only wanted to ask Catherine to go. Although Dolores had a higher status, she was still young, and these things were not suitable for her to do. However, the girl was innocent, but not stupid. She had learned some secrets about her lover from various clues. After overhearing this, she communicated with the two of them on the spot and asked to go together.

at last......

147: Godlike

Edward felt extremely guilty for having been so impulsive and letting his lovers take risks, but things had come to this point and he had to bow his head under the eaves. Edward just wanted to protect his lovers and himself as much as possible in the future.

He lowered his head, but couldn't help but glance at Dolores, who was in a mess and unconscious. Just a glance made his blood boil and his face flushed.

"I'll tell you everything I know. Please... let us go."

Edward has lived a life of luxury among aristocrats since he was a child, and he started his playboy career in his youth, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have loyalty and faith in his heart. Although his cooperation with Ashes is a mutually beneficial one, it's still quite harmonious. Serving the empire and Shafasha is a legitimate and honorable act for aristocrats—as long as the imperial power doesn't harm their own interests.

He betrayed Ashes, and the psychological burden was heavy on him, but for the sake of his own future and the future of his lover, he had no choice but to do so... After all, the empire was now in turmoil, and no one could predict who would be the master of the Throne of Light in the future.

But Al was stunned at first when he saw Edward, who seemed to have made a great sacrifice. Then he couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Do you think...what you know is very valuable to me?"

Edward naturally did not expect to impress the other party with this little bargaining chip, but he was just laying the groundwork first. Otherwise, if he used up all the chips right away, he would have no capital to negotiate with.

He just said in a deep voice: "What else can I do..."

But Al ignored him, just looked at him and chuckled, and put his hand on the red and swollen buttocks of the unconscious girl again, pressing gently, and a stream of white liquid came out from the anus again, which looked absurd and funny.

This action was also noticed by Edward, who had his head down but his eyes were always on the two of them. A belated anger suddenly ignited at this moment, as if it was delayed at the beginning because of the huge impact. Edward clenched his fists and tensed his muscles, as if he would lose control and punch Al hard in the next moment.

But unfortunately, under Al's observation, Edward still endured it, which made him feel a little bored.

Isn’t he the romantic Don Juan, the young man in brocade clothes?

Although there was a certain evil taste in teasing ants, he really wanted to see Edward's defense broken, helpless rage, wailing victim, a typical one-stop drama.

The plots he had experienced in the Forbidden City were ten times worse than this, but they were all scripts, a stage built specifically to please him. The actors, men, women, young and old, were all fanatical believers in the Father who had undergone systematic training. No matter how desperate and furious they appeared on the surface, they knew very clearly in their hearts: they were using their performances to please a human god walking in the mortal world, to please a great being who did not give up "low tastes".

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Apart from that, Al basically never does this to innocent people who have no reason and have no connection with him.

But he also has a more "broad" judgment standard in this regard.

Edward worked for Ashes, and his two lovers, big and small, came to support his cause to spy on the secret meetings of the Zunfather sect held privately by the dignitaries of Mashhad. Naturally, they were on the enemy side of the Zunfather sect, the northern "rebels", and the Four-Armed people.

After choosing the "Path of Flawed Humanity", El's desires increased dramatically. After realizing that the speed at which his power was increasing was getting closer and closer to the pinnacle of this world - that is, the strongest power in the El world since ancient times, and that he was about to break through and enter a stage beyond the peak of this world, El's behavior also became much more outrageous.

At this moment, he has already adopted the mentality of being a god in the world, playing with the world.

Al could spend several days on end laying the groundwork for three mortals whose strength was not even that of ants, just to experience Edward's anxiety while waiting, to being invited in, approaching, pushing open the door, and witnessing everything without interruption, which brought him the fun and satisfaction.

Instead of using these few days to use his own great power to speed up the internal division of the Alan Empire and the expansion of the Four-Armed Forces.

Of course, Al's current strength is more than enough to support his multitasking. While his consciousness was playing with three weak and powerless mortal lovers in Mashhad, at the same time, another "thread" of his will, on a battlefield thousands of kilometers away from Mashhad and his body in Constantinople, helped a "rebel army" that had been secretly infiltrated and controlled by his descendants to defeat their opponents and captured dozens of Zoroastrian "holy witch" spellcasters. What awaits them will be to be incorporated into the tribe and embrace the great road to new life.

At this moment, Al actually felt that he had the power to flatten the entire Alan Empire with only slight obstacles.