Dark Fairy Tale: Will their desires be fulfilled?

The subtle fragrance of the girl who was so close to him was like the most powerful poison in the world, torturing him repeatedly and causing him to sink deeper and deeper into depravity.

Yatong blushed and tried to control his body's violent reaction, and asked loudly: "What did you do to me!"

"You're so fierce!" Qianhe put on a pitiful and completely innocent look, spread her hands and said, "I didn't do anything. The reason why you are in such an excited state as if you drank ten kilograms of aphrodisiac and feel that your body will be burst in the next second is because this is the price of your abnormal bloodline talent!"

"Or did the person who baptized you personally not even tell you this?"

Chizuru lifted a strand of hair from her ear and said with interest.

Then, she deliberately bent over and pulled the top of her white stockings down to her knees, revealing her white and tender thighs completely.

This scene has reached its limit.

Allen's nose bleeds like a fountain, and he is in danger of fainting from excessive blood loss at any time.

Chapter 63: The Witch's Progressive Song

"Listen to me, don't reject me again." The girl's voice was soft and lingering, like a dream, "With such a good partner like me, why are you still hesitating?"

The girl whispered softly, and her slender fingers in black lace gloves passed through the field of vision and disappeared at Allen's waist.

"Here... the iron pestle is heavy... it has such texture and weight after just a few years of practice... the heir of the illegitimate child has great potential..."

Chizuru's cheeks flushed and she gently massaged through the fabric with her right hand.

"Chizuru, wait..." Allen tried to break free, "What if we get discovered by that bastard dad outside? Wait until the blood baptism ceremony is over..."

Allen naturally didn't believe that the witch in front of him would be kind enough to help him with her hands. The fact that her goal was to seize the king's soul and regain his freedom was enough reason for her to kill him.

"Isn't it easier to be discovered than to say that the iron pestle that overflowed with your spring water? I say, abandon the person who baptized you and come to my side... I can help you solve it with reluctance. It must be painful to be tortured at such a cost, right? Swear allegiance to me, and I will let your spring water gush into my shoes, but not anywhere else. It will be troublesome if it gets outside or on my body."

Seeing that Allen was constantly swallowing his saliva and struggling internally, Qianhe chuckled and said, "Hurry up and decide whether you want to come to my side or not? If you hold it in for too long, the price will be a serious backlash, and your iron pestle will be forever incarcerated."

His heart was about to jump out of his chest and his whole body felt like it was trapped in a steam cooker. Allen clenched his fists and groaned in pain.

At the same time, the voice of the ancestor finally echoed in his ears.

"Come after her."

These three words again, but Allen could no longer think so much and could only believe the words of the ancestor.

"I promise you! And I swear my loyalty to you!" Allen shouted helplessly to the witch.

"Ah~ That's right." Chizuru showed a happy expression. Foolish heir, do you think I don't know that you have taken the king's soul away from the holy land?

In this way, the King's Soul is in my pocket. The girl raised her left leg and handed her beautiful foot in black lace-up high-heeled boots to Allen. "Heir, help me take off my shoes~"

The leather of the shoes was so close that he could almost smell the sweet scent mixed with perfume. Above the boots were white stockings that didn't match the nun's uniform at all. The best way to describe them was that they were so small that you couldn't even hold them in one hand.

Carefully, he put his hand on the laces of the boots, untied the shoelaces, and took out the white silk-wrapped jade foot for the witch. It was delicate and petite, with a little sweat, and the soles of the feet were even more pink and heart-warming.

"Descendant, ahh ...

The white silk jade feet were stuffed into his mouth, the perfume and the witch's body fragrance mixed together, his tongue skimmed across the surface of the velvet stockings, the wonderful touch made him feel like he was in a dream.

"Improper heir, are you so obsessed with girls' feet?"

"It seems that I have to teach you a lesson for your impropriety!"

The witch covered her lips and moved her jade feet out of his mouth, leaving a crystal silver thread.

With her toes curled up, the arch of her foot created waves. She stepped down hard and unexpectedly hit the reservoir of spring water. The spring water flowed along the gaps between the witch's toes, soaking her white stockings.

Allen's pupils suddenly dilated as he felt the waterfall dropping three thousand feet, as if the Milky Way was falling from the sky.

The costs accumulated from using his bloodline talent in the tower were being released one by one. His whole body seemed to be hollowed out, his eyes became dull, and he stared at the ceiling in a daze.

The soles of the feet are interlocked, the soles of the feet are sandwiched, and the tender flesh of the soles of the feet becomes the cage that the witch uses to imprison Allen. The soaked stockings have a slippery touch and a unique silky texture.

The cloth woven from silk threads caressed the fragile iron pestle, as if imprinting the pattern on Allen's iron pestle, becoming an indelible mark exclusive to the witch.

As early as more than 20,000 years ago, in the Witch Era, the witches at the top of the food chain had this custom. Just as the king of beasts was keen on marking his territory with urine, the witches with eccentric temperaments also liked to carve their own exclusive seals on the servants who offered their loyalty to them.

The crystal clear silver thread that was intertwined with each other was pulled out again, and the witch brought his slender white fingers to her lips, pinched his wrist, and wrapped his fingers.

"Hmm... Slurp..."

The beautiful witch, dressed in a nun's uniform, was making rustling sucking sounds from her mouth.

She rubbed her mouth over the finger that had held the iron pestle countless times.

Her pair of jade feet were polishing Allen's iron pestle without moving for a moment.

A sharp contrast and a sense of conquest, a mixture of the scent of sweet sweat and the scent of witch's feet filled the chapel, rising from between the feet, flowing into the nostrils of the two people, and an identical resonating sound came out of their mouths at the same time.

"Really? Even this didn't make you surrender completely... My legs are sore." Qianzuru retracted her legs and curled her lips, "Forget it... This is fine."

A slender finger pressed against Allen's lips, signaling him not to make a sound.

Ignoring Duke Howard and his family warriors bombarding the door with the barrier outside, Qianhe stood up, took a few steps forward, then straightened his back and began to carefully polish the huge iron pestle covered with red rust.

The huge iron pestle went straight into the grindstone, and was soaked by the spring water. First, the rust around the pestle was completely ground off, and then the spring water completely wrapped around the pestle and ground it hard again, vowing to return the pestle to its original state and grind it into a short iron needle.

Allen subconsciously opened his mouth, trying to get the iron pestle off the warm grindstone, but was then blocked by the witch's lips.

The soft moans turned into sobs, lips overlapped, fingers intertwined.

During the kiss, Chizuru raised her hips, rolled up her sleeves, and worked harder to grind the iron pestle under her.

Friction caused fire, and the continuous violent reactions made Allen even unable to take care of himself, and the desire to gush out spring water became stronger and stronger.

The nun, who was supposed to be holy, became the incarnation of a witch at this moment.

The girl had mastered the rhythm of grinding an iron rod into a needle, and Allen could only be led by her and obey her actions.

Eventually, the spring water filled the reservoir and was ready to go.

Without waiting for Allen to protest, Chizuru picked up the high-heeled shoes that were thrown aside and placed them under the iron pestle. Then she hugged Allen in her arms, put one arm around his shoulders, and quickly polished the iron pestle with the other hand, with her red lips close to his ear.

"Just surrender to me, my heir... It's alright... Just surrender in the arms of your new master... This is the reward I give you."

The gentle words broke Allen's last bit of patience and resistance.

His body suddenly stiffened as he watched the spring water overflow from the reservoir, covering the inside of his already tight and airtight boots.

Chizuru let go of Allen, stood up and took a few steps back, took her high-heeled shoes, and impatiently pressed her red lips against the edge of the shoes, pouring the contents inside into her throat.

After drinking most of it, she put down her high heels and put her white silk feet in impatiently. The stockings were immediately soaked in the liquid, and her jade feet were completely wrapped in it.

A trace of mysterious light appeared in the entire chapel, and the ancestor statue, which had been silent for a long time, let out a sigh that lasted for tens of thousands of years, lingering in the witch's heart.

"It's the breath of the king's soul. It's indeed in his body!" She kissed Allen's lips again.

"The King's Soul is finally mine."

There was a victorious look in her gray eyes.

Chapter 64: The Witch's Finale

Their eyes met, Qianzuru licked her lips with her tongue, and then greedily sucked Allen's soul.

Wisps of flocculent matter were sucked out of Allen's mouth like mist. After a moment, Allen's eyes became empty and his face became paler.

"Well......"

A strong wind suddenly blew, blowing dust into her eyes. The process of seizing the King's Soul was forced to stop. Qianhe rubbed her eyes with tears in her eyes. At this time, a mocking voice came from behind.

"A witch is still a witch after all. No matter how many dynasties change, she still cannot change her overestimation of her own abilities and her foolish arrogance."

Qianhe turned her head hurriedly to look, and at the same time, a terrifying black energy ball condensed in her palm. However, before she could see the face of the person who spoke, a jade foot wrapped in black silk stockings stepped on her face, and her body flew several meters away.

Qianzuru covered her nose in pain, and was surprised to find that it was her mortal enemy who ran out of the holy land. Even though she had many questions in her mind at the moment, anger easily dominated her, and she shouted angrily: "It's you! Inoda! How dare you step on my face!"

Inoda crossed her arms and greeted her with a smile. "Long time no see, Chizuru. As a gift for our reunion, I took off my shoes and stepped on your face just now. How about it, am I still as gentle to you as before?"

As she spoke, she put her bare black silk feet back into her black boots.

"Shut up! You nagging old woman! I was wondering why the surveillance eye I set on him suddenly lost its effect. It turned out to be you who did it!" Chizuru was furious. She stared at Allen who was unconscious on the ground, and put on a fierce expression like a cat guarding its food. "I have been very unhappy with you since the beginning! Let me tell you, if you dare to ruin my good thing again this time, you will never get out of here in one piece!"

"How could that be? You are my best friend."

"Who is your friend?"

Seeing Chizuru's frustrated look, Inoda smiled maliciously, glanced at her slender body, and finally fixed her eyes on the messy white stockings on her legs, and teased:

"Didn't you always look down on other witches who tamed men to increase their strength? Now you finally come to your senses and want to try it yourself? It seems that tens of thousands of years are enough to change a person, even a witch..."

Before she could finish her words, a terrifying black energy ball suddenly attacked from the opposite side. Inoda tilted her head slightly to the right, and the energy ball whizzed past her face and shattered a stone pillar behind her.

"What qualifications do you have to laugh at me!" Qianhe put her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest and said, "Didn't you also sign a soul contract with a human male?" She suddenly smiled evilly, "Don't think I don't know that the first person to use the awakened blood talent of this descendant was you. Who was tamed like a pet dog in the holy land?"

Inoda combed her silver hair with her slender white fingers. In order to hide from the eyes of the seven righteous gods in the outside world, she wore several magic-sealing rings on her fingers and seals with magic patterns on her ears.

In response to Chizuru's deliberate ridicule, Inoda showed no anger at all, but a relaxed look on her face, which greatly disappointed Chizuru. She said viciously: "You traitor, you still don't show any remorse until now! If you hadn't betrayed us at the last minute, how could the witch's kingdom be burned to slag by the fire of divine punishment that fell from the sky?! How could a noble witch like me be imprisoned in this holy place?! In order to gain freedom, I have to offer my...only pure body to this heir!!!"

"Do you know how painful it was for me to endure his saliva?"

She almost roared at the end, and the powerful magic power surged so violently that even the entire chapel began to shake violently. The depression and resentment that lasted for tens of thousands of years finally erupted at this moment.

"That's amazing." Inoda applauded with admiration, then suddenly realized something, and showed a disgusted expression, frowned, and crossed her arms. "That means your whole body has been covered by the heir..."

"Oh, sorry, I don't mean to target you, I just ask you to stay away from me, I'm afraid the smell from you will stink me." Inoda pinched her nose and took a few steps back.

"You're the one that stinks!" Qianzuru was so angry that her hair stood on end. Her eyes turned into red demons and she once again condensed violent magic power, vowing to crush her mortal enemy into pieces.

"Please stop. You and I have experienced enough fratricide in the Witch Era. There is no need to continue fighting in the Third Era. By the way, don't you feel tired of fighting and killing?" Inoda said in confusion.

"I've already told you that you have no right to mock me!" Qian He stamped her feet in anger. As early as more than 20,000 years ago, every time they quarreled, she was always led by the other party. This feeling made her extremely unhappy. "You were a famous war maniac in the entire witch kingdom! Now you say these hypocritical words, don't you feel embarrassed at all?"

Just as Inoda was about to utter the sharper sarcastic words she had prepared long ago, Allen suddenly opened his eyes and looked over here.

"My Lord, the First Ancestor..."

"You finally woke up, heir."

After hearing the other party's extremely exhausted voice, Inoda ran past the tense Chizuru and ran to Allen.

She patted the pale boy's head as if she were dealing with a child.

"If you feel tired, just have a good sleep. Don't worry, I'll take care of everything here."

"Can I use your knee pillow?" Allen took the opportunity to make a request and rubbed his face against the girl's beautiful black silk legs under her skirt. The sweet smell immediately lingered around his nose, making him sleepier.

"What a cunning heir! I'll only allow it this time." Inoda smiled helplessly, then adjusted her skirt, knelt on the ground, moved Allen's head over, and gently placed it on her knees.

The round knees bound tightly in black stockings are slender, smooth and tender, and sleeping on them makes the body feel light.

Allen closed his eyes with a look of satisfaction and enjoyed the pillow on his knees.

Seeing that she was completely ignored and forcefully fed dog food, and most importantly, that her own Pochi was taken away by someone else without any reason, Chizuru felt a complex mixture of bitterness and jealousy, and her eyes wandered back and forth between the two of them.

"No no no no no... shameless!"

As he spoke, two lines of hot tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and his eyes lost their luster and became extremely dark. "You are all evil villains! So, all of you should die! Anyway, the king's soul can't be destroyed, and you, a human and a spirit, are not so lucky."

“Hahahahahahaha!”

Qianzuru let out a perverse and cold laugh, and with her hands she condensed a dark energy ball that was ten times larger than before, intending to destroy the chapel together with it.

Chapter 65: History of Being Fooled

The sunset over the wilderness seemed endless, and a girl was floating on a high tower in the deepest part of the holy land.

To be precise, she is not a girl, but one of the survivors of the "Witch Era" more than 20,000 years ago - the "Ancestor" Inoda.

It is said that she got this nickname because she was the first to discover this holy place and built the tower with her own hands. Later, a guy who claimed to be Haines found her and the two signed a contract. Since then, the souls of the Haines family have been collected in the holy place, along with their awakened blood talents.

However, there are still many different opinions about this rumor.

Inoda held down her wind-blown hair and listened to the puppet's report. This investigation had been ongoing since she settled in the tower to avoid the pursuit of the seven gods, but she had never received a pleasing report.

During the long years, Inoda sometimes even wondered vaguely what kind of report she was waiting for.

The First Ancestor narrowed his eyes and looked to the other side of the horizon. He seemed to be able to vaguely see the Witch Palace standing at the other side of time.

"I'll leave it to you again."

The puppet knelt on one knee and took its master's orders to heart.

——Perhaps I have been doing meaningless actions, that must be the case.

There was a strong sense of self-deprecation in her smile.