Warhammer

Slaanesh Beast King Zarkon kidnapped his mother Celestine for the sake of the child blessed by the four gods in her belly, which was Aiur himself;

After El was born, Zaken attempted to possess the female knight he had coveted for a long time. However, El, who was blessed by the Blood Mother, had his genitals torn off and died howling in pain.

His current relationship with Zaken...

Al took a few steps forward, pulled out the scimitar from the woman's horse's waist, walked quickly back to the carpet, and gently placed the shining steel knife on the paladin's neck.

He gritted his teeth and looked at the paladin.

The boy stroked her face carefully, and measured her whole body inch by inch with his hands, from top to bottom, every place and every part.

He had fantasized about being united with her and the pleasure he could get from this body. Her toned body was no less beautiful than that of Al's mother, Celestine.

Her thighs are full and slender, her buttocks are firm and elastic, and although her breasts are not as plump as those of centaurs, from a human perspective, El's body shape is still a rare beauty.

He has no excess fat, broad shoulders, a solid body, and abdominal muscles that are tighter than those of a horse or a centaur.

Al had imagined that he would complete the unfinished business of killing Zaken in the cave on the paladin's muscular body, but he did not succumb to the control of pleasure and committed the incestuous sin against Celestine...

"If I don't enter your body before midnight, you will die."

Al bent down, looked directly into the paladin's eyes, and spoke word by word.

Al suddenly understood Joy's trick, her plan.

The mother he desires does not resort to simple and rough manipulation, but uses subtle influences to corrupt him like the drizzle of spring breeze.

Use temptation instead of oracle, use sweet words to soften the heart of steel, do it for Al's good and for Al's beauty, build a huge crystal palace for Al, let him gradually lean towards the camp of happiness, be influenced by her, and be manipulated by her.

Al can resist once, ten times, but there will always be next time.

He wouldn't be so afraid to indulge himself in the face of the pressure of world destruction, right?

Al had never had such extreme restraint and the virtue of a living saint in the past, and he will never have it in the future.

He suddenly laughed, looking at the face that looked like Celestine, holding the knife in one hand, and with the other hand he lifted the quilt off Claudia and lay down inside.

He lay beside her, lifting the paladin's upper body slightly and pressing it against his chest, one hand still holding the scimitar and the other grabbing her full breasts.

Arrived at midnight.

Ten minutes to go.

"I like you."

El whispered in the warrior woman's ear.

He leaned over and gently kissed the face that was somewhat similar to the Princess Knight, and his fingers kept twisting the paladin's nipples.

Claudia's skin flushed red. Her mind was cursing, raging, and begging, but she couldn't control her body to say these words.

"I like the way you look. You look so cool and beautiful when you hold the sword."

"I want you."

The boy said seriously to the woman who was much older than him in both age and appearance:

"To possess you, and to own you -- not because of my mother's game, but because of my heart."

Al threw the scimitar, stabbed it into the ground, dragged Claudia's body upwards, and pressed himself on top.

“Until I get to that point, I don’t believe I’m going to be the savior.”

The woman's eyes were still moving, anger, hatred, tears, and many more complex and unspeakable emotions were about to burst out.

Al pressed the paladin's breasts, propped himself up and kissed her eyes.

"You treat me like a demon, please continue, because I am."

Chapter 50: Depraved Pleasure, Goddess's Blood and Tears

Al lay on the woman's tall and slender body, buried his face in the paladin's jade peaks and rubbed them repeatedly.

He simply treated Claudia as a beautiful, exquisite doll again.

After biting the nipple and sucking for a while, no sweet juice flowed out. Al felt a little disappointed, but that was understandable, after all, paladins were still normal human beings.

I haven't heard that the champion Warriors will have the blessing of milk production.

Slaanesh may...

But Yang Ma will make up for this regret. She kneels beside the Holy Knight, holds her hand, looks apologetically at the Holy Knight whose only eyes can express emotions, and exposes her breasts to Al.

Claudia's body gradually began to react to Al's stimulation, and she obviously realized this.

A line of tears rolled down his cheeks.

Al stood up and looked at the paladin whose eyes were misted over, but who still managed to show a stubborn hostility after seeing his gaze.

"If you think about it."

Al pressed the paladin's breasts, moved them under her eyes, and suddenly stood up and kissed away the paladin's tears with his lips.

"I'm saving you. Maybe you'll feel better..." Then he leaned close to Claudia's ear and called out mischievously, "Mom!"

Then he bent down and entangled with the breasts.

"All right."

The centaur girl came over and stood behind the two women.

“It’s almost midnight,” she reminded.

"Oh." Al nodded, standing up and changing his posture.

The centaur girl knelt on the blanket, holding Claudia's body in her arms, and gently pressed the tight and elastic muscles on both sides of her thighs, spreading them apart.

(No! Don't!)

Claudia cried out in her heart, but it had no effect on reality.

She could only watch helplessly as her purest and most private parts were exposed without any obstruction in front of a boy who was younger than the youngest disciple she had ever trained.

She had already vowed to serve the goddess for her whole life. No matter how beautiful her body was, it could not withstand the blade on the battlefield. Claudia had always regarded herself as a weapon, as the spear and shield in the hands of the goddess, piercing the enemy's heart and resisting the darkness!

She knew that those young people, those comrades who had fought with her would secretly look at her from behind after the battle; she also knew that the young warriors of the temple would discuss behind her back the charm and heroic figure of the Goddess Champion, the next Silver Hand Paladin.

When she was meditating alone, she had thought about the affection between men and women and love. She knew that it was the most universal thing in the world, regardless of region or race.

Myrmidia is a holy virgin goddess, and as the champion of goddesses, she must also remain chaste.

But maybe.....on many empty, lonely days, Claudia also kept imagining:

Perhaps she would fall in love with a brave warrior, a devoted guardian of the goddess, a champion, who fought side by side and killed the enemy, during their long war career.

They can become pure, hedonistic soul mates without any mixture of physical desires!

Like two sides of a soul, they fit together perfectly. She is the goddess' spear, and he is the round shield. They can switch identities at any time and have a tacit understanding that they are of one mind!

This may be the most romantic and wonderful thing that a paladin of the goddess of war can imagine about love.

......

And now she felt powerless.

Her legs were spread apart by a Chaos Centaur, leaving her naked like a slave being displayed as a commodity, in front of the Chaos Demon, the mortal enemy of her faith.

"Your hair here is also golden..." Al scratched it lightly with his hand and looked up at the paladin.

Tears fell from the corners of her eyes. Claudia's fantasy was smashed and trampled by the ruthless flail, falling into the filth of chaos, never to be freed!

He quickly recalled Celestine's appearance in his mind, and recalled a certain location where he had glimpsed it briefly, which seemed to be golden as well?

I don't know where she is...

He shook his head and put the messy thoughts behind him.

"So....."

El's voice drew out, and he placed his hands on the outside of the paladin, as if grasping two handles.

Gently arch your waist forward, getting closer to the golden garden.

The paladin realized that the most terrible thing was about to happen!

The tears flowed faster and faster, and more and more. His heroic face became fragile and delicate under the torrent of tears and the weeping of his heart.

"I'm coming in!"

Al stood up suddenly!

The Spear of the Chosen One struck like a giant dragon, thoroughly branding the Holy Knight's body from the inside out with the Eight-pointed Star Mark of the Eternal Chosen One!

“Ahhhh!!!!!!”

All the restraints on Claudia's body were broken, her slender neck was raised high, and she let out a shrill whine like a female animal being pierced!

Penetrating the tents and echoing among the tribe.

......

In a small house not far away, three figures tied up were lying together and whispering.

The hunter was the first to react.

"That's it, that's it..."

His face turned pale instantly.

The red-haired female swordsman An Yin gritted her teeth and remained silent.

Only the clumsy nun listened blankly for a while, and asked doubtfully: "That, that seems to be the voice of Lady Claudia?"

"What's up with her?"

"It sounds very, very painful... Is the devil torturing her?" As the nun spoke, tears began to fall from her eyes. Even the wound on her leg didn't seem to be the most painful.

"I hope the goddess can hear my prayers, save Claudia, save Ann, save Fiona, save me..."

The nun still prays devoutly to Myrmidia, hoping that the goddess can hear the prayers of her believers.

The huntress Fiona wanted to wipe away her tears, but her hands were tied tightly. She could only turn her face away and not imagine the torture the paladin suffered.

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In the temple outside Birbari.

When the midnight bell rang, the kidnapped Celestine opened her eyes.

The nun's plump body suddenly sat down!

The purple crystal emits a shining and strange light!

At the same time, the place where the nun and the knight were tightly pressed together felt a piercing pain across space, and a feeling of fullness followed.

The maids pulled off the thin outer garments they were wearing, knelt in front of the altar, and raised the candlesticks high above their heads.

The candle flame flickered, turning into a dark purple light, and wax dripped from the edge, leaving red spots on the nuns' fair and delicate skin.

"Mother of Grace!"

"Great Breeder, your achievements are known to all the gods!"

"The eternal God chose you to come to the earth through your womb to preach the gospel to all the nations on earth and establish glory!"

"Blessed Mother, the Great Breeder!"

A painful and twisted grin appeared on Sister Themis' face. She sat on the Knight Lady's lap, and their bodies were tightly pressed together, as if they were forcibly held together by some force and difficult to separate.

pain!

Fulfillment!

Happy!

Satisfy!

get!

glory!

like!

The wonderful feelings made Themis lose herself, and she gradually went crazy on the Knight Ji, twisting her body wildly with her, stimulating and demanding this blessing that came across space.

The female knight was in a daze, like a corpse, exactly the same as the Paladin Claudia before.