Warhammer

Al thought to himself, opened the passage that had been lubricated many times, and pushed forward.

Chapter 108: Heart of Eternity and Sister of Battle

It turns out that married women's buttocks are indeed more sensitive than ordinary ones.

Especially when you spread the buttocks, then stuff your body in and start ramming it, causing it to ripple with layers of lustful flesh waves.

It's a good shelf.

Al grabbed his wife's hair, pressed his left hand on the dimple on her waist, and thrust his body forward.

The woman tilted her head back, a position that particularly highlighted her breasts. Sheep Mom was kneeling in front of her, helping Al play with the pair of plump, now particularly lustful breasts.

There were spots of white on the round and white milk balls. The mother sheep was using her tongue to clean the traces left by Al last time.

The wife, who had been celibate for a long time, obviously couldn't bear the stimulation brought by Al. She had been disarmed twice in a row, and her body was a mess inside and out.

Her vagina was not deep, which was a pity. Al could easily reach the bottom, and each impact hit the center of the flower, causing his wife's body to tremble lovely and uncontrollably. The pleasure they felt from each other was obviously not on the same level, but Al gained more psychological satisfaction.

The lady with a mature and sexy body was defeated at the very beginning of the battle. She surrendered to the little boy like a beautiful bitch and was manipulated by Al at will.

The speed of collapse is faster than expected.

Al thought about it and hit her hard a dozen times in a row, causing his wife to raise her swan neck high and let out a dying groan.

Two streams of heat are released and blended in the greenhouse at the same time.

Al exhaled, stroking his wife's thighs before turning her over.

The woman had no strength left, her beautiful body was limp as mud, and she let the boy play with and shape her. Al did not pull out Xiao Ai, but just lay down like that. He and Yang Ma each bit one of the woman's breasts, pressed their bodies on the beautiful flesh carpet, and began to think.

I feel like I've been very lustful for a while now...

Let’s start with the red-haired woman named An, right?

This and that, and then it was Malena. Actually, the others looked good too, but they were not quite right for Elbo. He was focusing on his destined wife at the time, so he didn't pay much attention.

Now I suddenly have the desire again.

Al's part began to react again, or rather it never stopped.

The woman seemed to have gotten used to it. Although she had been teased to the point where she had no strength left and the pleasure made her soul and body numb, she still instinctively raised her legs and tried to clamp around the boy's waist.

"Snapped!"

Al slapped his wife's hip.

"You should rest first."

Then the boy slowly pulled himself away, stood naked on the bed, cleaned himself with the help of Sheep Mother, and then simply put on a coat.

"mom!"

【? 】

Normally, there is only one person who would directly reply to Al like this.

"Why do I feel like I'm getting more and more lustful?"

The boy wondered, shouldn't this kind of thing become less attractive as time goes by, the number of times it is played, etc.? But his desire seemed to have never diminished. He had already explored every part of the sheep mother's body. If Al's foster mother Centaur hadn't been so different in size and hadn't been repelled by her, he would have already completed the achievement of fucking a Centaur.

Then there is the paladin...the swordswoman...and a little nun who is still on the sidelines. After all, they are not the type that Al likes. He simply thinks they are cute and can be kept by his side as a daughter (pet) for his enjoyment.

Now there is a human woman added to the mix, but he has never really felt satisfied with this, and has even felt dull. It is foreseeable that there will be more in the future.

Al, who thought he was not a scumbag, decisively passed the blame to others, "Are you guys treating me...?"

......

[I'll give you two punches, little bastard! ]

Of course, this is not what Happy Lady said, but this is roughly what she meant.

[Do you think blessings are free? ]

[Red gives you the power to fight and have courage that never ends; blue gives you a strong desire for knowledge and curiosity; green gives you love and tolerance; what I give you is naturally an everlasting desire and a pursuit that will never be completely satisfied]

[You have accepted our power. You can only accept these four items together. They stimulate your growth and allow you to have more.]

Happy Mother told him that the blessing was not given for free, it was not something the mothers could decide, it was written in black and white in the contract (bushi).

Then the style of painting changed.

[Also, your mother knows what kind of person you are better than you do! You admit that you are a SP! Who has had feelings for his mother since he was born? Who? Who! ]

Al was badly defeated in the verbal battle.

Having to accept that he was indeed an LSP, he had no particular resistance to the four traits attached to the Four Mothers' Blessings, because these things had been completely integrated into his body and became part of El's soul.

He couldn't even feel any special existence, everything came from his own emotions. How could a person hate himself?

So he thought about it.

Looked in the mirror.

MAX appearance.

Charm MAX.

He himself was moved by the sight of her. If she were dressed as a woman, she would be the top of his harem just based on her looks.

After going through a fierce battle and releasing his energy twice on the mature wife, he did not look tired at all. Looking down, Xiao Ai, who looked like an angry dragon and whose size was absolutely exaggerated considering the boy's current body size, was still full of energy.

"Ugh....."

Al wanted to look in the mirror and feel sorry for himself, then sigh:

"I have been hurt by lust and have become so emaciated!"

"From today on, stop fighting! (Although Al has never fought himself since he came here)"

Judging from her appearance, they could fight for thousands of more rounds. Al was afraid that he would not be able to restrain himself from continuing to sink into his wife's beautiful flesh, so he simply got up and left the tent, strolling around the camp accompanied by his guards.

At the same time, he happened to meet Misha who came to explain some matters.

Al's face turned red. He was embarrassed to let his eldest daughter enter the king's tent, so he grabbed Niu Niu's hand and led her to another special office area.

Misha could tell what his father had been doing just from the boy's appearance and smell, but she would not embarrass Al and followed him obediently, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised and a half-smile on her face, looking somewhat happy.

But if you look closely, it seems like an illusion.

She is still the serious and strong head of the family, the eldest daughter of El.

Nothing very important.

Niu Niu mainly came to report an important matter to Al.

The Grand Sister had previously won about one-third of the Battle Sisters' staunch supporters through subtle changes from within. With the help of Al, and the support of Al's two bespectacled mothers and his grumpy mother, she successfully made most of her fellow nuns choose to support, or at least acquiesce to, the Grand Sister through a series of moves:

"Seek the path to salvation for the suffering, and seek the true teachings of Sigmar"

behavior.

It is actually heresy.

However, the Itinerant Sisters themselves are not very well received in the empire, and they take this lightly, but they cannot get over their inner persistence and piety.

The Arch Sister now has no choice but to put on the guise of "seeking the true guidance of Sigmar's teachings" to guide her companions onto the "correct" path.

Her first step was to try to establish a mortal force that belonged to the Sisters but adhered to the teachings of the Blood Mother.

Ai'er provided her with resources, and the missionary work of the elder sister to the refugees and the civilian class has begun to show results. She has now successfully turned more than a hundred mortals who were eager for revenge on the greenskins and needed the guidance of the "God of Courage, God of Vengeance, Mother of Struggle" into staunch fanatics.

They practiced martial arts and strengthened their bodies day and night, and even obtained permission from El to live among the angry-horned beasts, get close to the gift-giver warriors, and worship the Blood Mother Goddess.

In addition, there are about 400 people whose faith is not particularly fanatical or who are not so eager to fight, and they are regarded as reserves for future missionary work.

The nuns quarreled almost every day over this matter.

The Grand Sister claims internally that she has fused the teachings of Sigmar and the goddess Myrmidia, and that she has "adapted to local customs." As long as it inspires people to rise up and fight against their mortal enemies, the job is right!

Directly spreading the Gospel of Sigmar would obviously be opposed or even hostile by the Estalia people. After all, future wars would definitely rely mainly on Bilbali, and the Bilbali army was almost synonymous with the Church of the Northern Goddess of War.

The more stubborn and traditional nuns were furious at the heresy of the Chief Sister, who not only spread the belief in foreign gods but also calmly changed Sigmar's gender. They overturned the table and fought with her more than once, but the Chief Sister was always able to suppress it with her own powerful force.

They are companions, comrades-in-arms, and sisters.

During the long parade, no one was left behind except those who died in battle or were too seriously injured to move forward.

Therefore, these struggles only occurred internally and were limited to "physical violence" without crossing the bottom line.

But the Grand Sister is also very troubled. The Blood Mother is not Khorne, and the Grand Sister is not a Chaos believer before the End. Her thinking is still independent and autonomous. This is also a big difference between the Four Mothers believers and the Four Gods believers:

The influence that the Four Mothers exert on their followers is not as extreme as that of the Four Gods.

So it is naturally impossible to overturn the table and fight. Those who believe in the Blood Mother are still good sisters, and those who don’t believe in her can borrow your head for use.

So the nun wanted to ask Al for help and try to persuade her in some way - preferably real persuasion, not direct brainwashing.

She convinced her companions that if the nuns were allowed to walk the same path that the Blood Mother had made her walk in the dream as she had, then her sisters would understand who they should pray to!

"If Sigmar were just a mortal now! Then he would also be a Blood Mother Warrior!"

El was looking at the letter written to him by the Grand Sister, who was currently stationed with her order of nuns and a band of followers outside a corrupted forest infested with Chaos beasts. Through the external pressure here, they were training their troops and suppressing internal conflicts.

"Loyalty, loyalty is beyond words!"

Al was in awe of the elder sister's enthusiasm.

Must help!

This is the combat nun under his future command!

Chapter 109: Killing with a borrowed knife...Killing someone and destroying their heart...Come and save me!

Al thought about it and decided that for nuns who have strong wills and great potential, he could not simply and crudely corrupt them with the power of chaos. He had to adopt a strategy of attacking their hearts.

So he summoned the shamans and asked these wise men from the tribes to come up with a reliable method.

It just so happens that Al has recently encountered a big problem:

Their food reserves are insufficient.

Although the Pina Forest is a largely undeveloped virgin forest, the tribe has never lacked food in the past through hunting, gathering and farming. However, the sudden influx of nearly 200,000 Estalia refugees, together with the Cheborios, is a considerable burden for the tribe.

After all, even if the land is large enough, it still takes time to develop.

Hunting and gathering alone is not a long-term solution. During this period, the tribe's range of activities has expanded by nearly half in order to obtain resources.

In order to promote the relationship between the two tribes, Ai'er distributed supplies in a unified manner. The reserve grain was being consumed rapidly, and the resources obtained from daily hunting and gathering were not enough to make ends meet. It was necessary to increase revenue and reduce expenditure as soon as possible. Otherwise, although people would not starve to death, they would inevitably become "pale" and "thin".

So the wisent beast proposed to delegate the distribution rights of necessary materials and send them separately to the beastmen and humans.

The purpose was not to use this as an excuse to be harsh on the Estalia refugees, but to bury the inevitable conflict of material shortages on the human side in advance.

The Estalia people are not as simple as the Beastmen. They believe in the Four Gods and are selfless and noble warriors, but at least corruption and abuse of power are absolutely "rare".

Al thought it made sense, but he embellished it a bit.

First of all, we must ensure that the refugees will not transfer their hunger to Al, and then we must acquiesce or even secretly support those who have the power to allocate resources and let them mess around, preferably causing unrest among the refugees and confusion among the people.

With his absolute advantage in force and justice, Al stood by and watched, waiting until the crucial moment to make his move.

This way, his missionary work can be carried out better, and at the same time, the head nun can take this opportunity to gain more say within the nuns' group...

"it is good!"

Al made the arrangement with a fist-high.

"Call Simon and Feng back. I will communicate with them personally. Misha, you will be responsible for the arrangements of the tribal headquarters. By the way, remember to add more people to keep an eye on them secretly... If necessary, you can protect them so that they don't get overthrown too early."

Al thought that no matter how greedy the vampire was, it would not transform into a demon just after the sun went down, so he had to increase the temptation for these potential blood-sucking worms that had not yet been exposed, or...

Let their greed increase.

Joyful Lady's chuckle could be heard, and she obviously knew that Al was about to start causing trouble.

Al always felt a little uncomfortable being spied on around the clock, although now he could have sex and chat with Happy Girl without any scruples.

If the boy suddenly had a brain seizure while mating or injecting semen with someone, and went to make an inter-dimensional call to the Blood Mother, he would definitely be slapped in the face by his grumpy mother from across the chaotic realm.

As for the know-it-all mom, she seemed to be always busy, and everything Al wanted to ask was thrown to him, leaving the boy to look it up on his own.

Not to mention his loving mother, Al has always had a kind of respect for his "Mother Earth of Benevolence", who is to be admired from afar but not desecrated, so naturally he would not do such a thing.