Dark Fairy Tale: Will their desires be fulfilled?

But for the Goddess of Joy, the stimulation of her extremely fragile and dried-up holy vessel being sealed and imprisoned was quite unbearable. Every time it was imprisoned, it seemed to crush her already limited rationality.

However, as a goddess, her will is so tenacious and indestructible, just like the bread in her hands. With just a little force, the bread will be easily crushed into crumbs and fall off. However, no matter how much force is used to crush the falling bread crumbs, it is impossible to completely destroy them.

But as crushed debris, her reason and hope were gradually stripped from her mind as the seal imprisoned her. The fear that dragged her back from a goddess to a slave mercilessly shattered Ilerati's mental defenses, causing her to howl miserably and unwillingly.

“No, don’t seal it… Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Don’t, puwu, ouch, ouch!!! Cough—cough cough, cough ouch ouch—”

"Haha, what goddess? She's clearly just a slave!!! Ugh!"

Seeing that even the high and mighty Goddess of Pleasure had been turned into a miserable and beautiful bitch under his seal, Allen became bold and fierce. He cursed fiercely and spat into the red lips of the Goddess of Pleasure, which were spread wide open like a fish short of oxygen, with her tongue hanging out and dripping sweet saliva.

However, he interrupted the goddess's high-pitched moan. She frowned and coughed, but couldn't help moaning and almost vomited. Her posture became even more charming and pitiful.

And this was just the beginning. Whenever the Goddess of Joy had a chance to breathe in the hell of pleasure and showed a hint of resistance, the Moon Princess would appear in time to pull the Goddess of Joy back to consciousness, until the holy water of joy accumulated to the point where it could no longer be suppressed, and then she would release the Goddess of Joy, forcing her to stay in the miserable hell of pleasure where she was almost reduced to slavery.

After repeating this several times, the goddess of pleasure could no longer bear it - the feeling of absolute pleasure that just one experience was enough to make any woman collapse, she had been experiencing it for who knows how long without a moment's rest.

This torture that almost burned her brain combined with her past psychological trauma created an effect far greater than one plus one equals two, causing her to involuntarily make the same choice as she did thousands of years ago - the moment of surrender in order to escape even more terrifying and brutal torture.

“Wait—wait a moment!!! Oh, oh, oh, I’m wrong!!! I am willing to offer the holy weapon! I will submit to the master forever, oh—don’t imprison me anymore, just for a moment, just let your seal and confinement slow down a bit~~, ah ah ah~~~ I will do my best to serve the master!! No more—no more—no more—I’m going to die—I’m going to die, die, die, die, die, oh oh oh oh~~~!!!”

Past memories flooded into her mind, causing Ilerati to let out miserable wails and moans in confusion, shouting out her admission of defeat as a female beast.

However, facing the pleasure slave who admitted defeat, Allen had no intention of stopping. Instead, he strengthened the seal. The powerful restraint even caused her delicate body to slide on the ground.

Amid the joy slave's desperate wriggling cries, crystal clear spiritual power desperately burst out from the holy vessel - the joy slave's originally smooth and tight belly, which was imprisoned by the solid seal and had an obvious bulge, was exaggeratedly filled up like an inflated balloon.

The snow-white skin even showed bright red bloodshot, and the perfect holy weapon was thoroughly baptized by the majestic spiritual power.

The body of the pleasure slave completely collapsed after a round of dark sacrifice with dancing, and only his body was still bound by the torture of confinement and continued to fall.

And after her lower abdomen was sealed, more crystal spiritual power gushed out along the gap between the seal and the holy vessel, and covered her slender black silk legs with a puff.

The pure holy water sprayed high up in columns, and after Allen subconsciously leaned back to avoid it, it once again drew a charming arc in the air due to gravity, and all of it fell squarely on Ilerati's beautiful face as she was dazed and collapsed, and even completely filled her mouth that was open like a dead fish until it overflowed, soaking her beautiful face into a miserable look.

The seal was far from over. Allen paused for a moment, and then sealed the struggling, despicable holy vessel that had completely turned into trash and debauchery. He once again enjoyed this body that still gave him a wonderful feeling of peak...

Chapter 181: The Kingdom of Sin

And inside the exquisite Gothic palace in the center of the Dark Heaven, the Goddess of Joy had been immersed in the outpouring of spiritual power.

Her black dress inlaid with shining stars had been pulled down to her waist, revealing her round and plump buttocks. Her hands were clasped under her belly, and her slender and dexterous fingers performed mysterious spells, while her mature and plump breasts once again broke through the constraints of clothes.

Her originally perfect mountains were held tightly by pierced silver nails and inlaid with shining gem pendants like stars, and her holy weapon was also inlaid with a red crystal diamond like a scarlet moon.

The beautiful face of the goddess of joy was completely buried in the basin filled with holy water. Although most of the pure liquid had been greedily swallowed by her, the remaining amount was still enough to completely submerge her beautiful face.

Due to the powerful ritual, a lot of holy water overflowed and stained her soft black hair and veil, but the goddess of joy seemed to be deaf to it. She just buried her face in the holy water, allowing the crystal clear and pure holy water to pour into her nasal cavity, blocking her breathing and feeling the suffocation, while she opened her mouth wide and swallowed desperately to satisfy her hungry and twisted appetite.

But at this moment, the goddess of joy's originally dull eyes suddenly became lively, and her whole body's movements became stiff. Then, a dull "cough" sound was heard, and a large number of bubbles popped up in the crystal holy water.

The Goddess of Joy loosened her hands that were pouring out spiritual power, held onto the ground on both sides of her body, and suddenly raised her body from the holy water in which she was drowning.

“What…what’s going on???”

There was still a trace of fear and trepidation on the beautiful but embarrassed face of the Goddess of Joy. She had not yet recovered from the imprisonment of being sealed. However, no matter how closely the Moon Princess and Allen cooperated, she still caught a glimmer of opportunity.

However, she did not choose to take the opportunity to counterattack, but decisively left the secret space and her consciousness returned to heaven. This decision itself should be correct. After all, as long as she got rid of the restriction of the Moon Princess, she would still be a powerful true god at the quasi-old level, and it would be effortless for her to turn around and suppress the angel.

But she never thought that her body in heaven would actually do such a thing. Although she felt a little stunned and the residual touch in her mouth made her feel uncomfortable and want to vomit, her mind still keenly grasped the key point. However, her mind was originally at its most vulnerable period -

In fact, the pollution of the Gray Mist Goddess had no effect on her, but the psychological trauma in her heart was more serious.

Of course, as long as she is given some time, it will be easy for her to completely overcome this psychological barrier that she has overcome once.

In fact, it was due to the fall of the Witch Emperor and the relevant authority she obtained after becoming the Goddess of Pleasure that she was forced to cover up or solve this psychological shadow in a self-deceptive way. But in fact, it will also be an obstacle that she cannot escape and must face when she is promoted to the Old One.

It is not a disaster for the Goddess of Joy to discover the problem with this opportunity.

The problem is that the Goddess of Joy did not expect that her body would betray her consciousness and spontaneously pursue the filthy holy water. It was obvious that she had been deeply polluted. During this period, her fragile mind returned to her body, but not only did she not regain control, but she was tortured by wave after wave of pollution from her mind until she became dizzy and almost lost her sanity.

"No...can't do this anymore."

Suddenly realizing that he had stuck out his soft tongue and was greedily licking the holy water at the corner of his mouth, Ilerati shook his head fiercely, stretched out his hand, and the lid of the wine barrel stored in the corner opened automatically. The gurgling wine flowed out of it, turned into a stream and rushed towards the goddess of joy, trying to wash away the filthy liquid that exuded the scent of seaweed on her body.

However, when the wine was about to reach her, the goddess of joy suddenly found that she did not smell the malt aroma that a mellow wine should have, but the seaweed smell that filled her nose was even more pungent.

She immediately realized that something was wrong, but the next moment, the "wine" that she had rolled up with her own hands soaked her whole body from top to bottom. Her soft long hair and the thin black veil stuck together, and her long dress shining with stars was instantly soaked and stuck to her skin.

The goddess of joy moved her legs slightly, and a stream of holy water spread on the ground with great force, expanding the water stains a little bit. Ilerati's knees softened, and she fell to the ground powerlessly with a plop. Her snow-white and tender buttocks fell on the ground, splashing a puddle of water. The holy water continued to pour out from the holy vessel and mixed with the "fragrant wine".

Ilerati certainly would not have thought that the wooden barrel that originally stored his precious wine had been replaced with extremely fishy holy water at some point. The holy water, which had been stored in the barrel for an unknown period of time, had fermented its smell to a level that was far more horrible than the water of corruption that the noble lady had privately stored.

It was even stored in a wine barrel with a constant temperature function, and until the moment before it was poured on the goddess' head, it still maintained a hot and humid temperature as if it was freshly baked.

After being baptized by such rich and filthy holy water, the goddess of joy fell into a daze and did not move for a long time. Only the holy water poured on the cold ground produced a white mist, which, combined with the goddess's star-studded long skirt, made this obviously vulgar and dissolute scene seem somewhat dreamy.

Being drenched in holy water not only failed to relieve her desire in the slightest, but the humiliation of being drenched in holy water made every inch of her skin scream with unreleasable desire, impacting her brain.

After a while, Ilerati felt that her brain was almost blown up by countless redundant information. Every part of her body was restless, and her body could no longer bear the burning desire.

Ilerati gave a self-destructive roar - it was hard to tell whether it was more of a vent or more of a coquettishness, she finally couldn't maintain her reserved attitude and started to shout wantonly in her own kingdom of God:

“Ah…Ah!!! There are bugs…So many bugs crawling on my body!!! Seal…I want a big seal!!! Seal me quickly!!!”

The goddess of joy, who had completely let herself go, stretched out her hand and pulled Allen, who had just brought her infinite happiness, into the dark heaven as a demigod.

Ilerati threw herself into his arms while moaning softly - Allen's body was seen rapidly deforming, his originally thin body was deformed and softened and reorganized, and he lost his human form almost in an instant, and was replaced by the mysterious and beautiful image of a witch!

Although the extraordinary people of the Witch Path would easily lose control if they displayed incomplete mythological forms, with the help of the Goddess of Pleasure, Allen of Sequence Three directly revealed the complete mythological form - of course, it only looked that way on the surface, but he actually did not possess the abilities that this form should have.

But for the goddess of pleasure, that was enough.

Because what she needed was this body of a terrifying witch from the Second Age in a complete mythological form, completely liberated from its true appearance.

She has the body of a witch, but the soul inside is dominated by a young boy. This is so exciting!!!

Chapter 182: Witch's Sacred Artifact

Judging from the appearance alone, this witch's body has not changed much from the legendary species recorded in ancient documents. After all, it is the characteristics of a mythical creature presented by Allen, but now its jade-like body has become even more attractive.

You know, Allen's originally slightly thin thighs have now become delicate and firm, even more beautiful than the slender waist of the goddess of joy.

Her height has changed from her original short stature to an extremely tall queen. Her skin is fair, her hair has grown to her waist, it is black and beautiful, her face is indifferent, and her body is as hot as magma.

His slender body was only covered with a black gauze, revealing his delicate skin. After his body shape changed, his seal, which was already of astonishing proportions, naturally turned into a flawless holy vessel. The goddess of pleasure just stood in front of him, looking at this gorgeous and smooth holy vessel, and the sparse holy water leaked out from the veins without dignity.

Ilerati's dark eyes seemed to emit peach-colored hearts as she stared at the holy vessel that was more exquisite than her belly button. She touched her holy vessel with both hands and formed seals.

After just two seals, a stream of sweet and sticky holy water poured out. Ilerati stuck out his tongue, rolled his eyes, and tilted his head back. It seemed that he achieved ecstasy just from this.

Faced with such a charming beauty, Allen, who was forcibly transformed into a mythical creature and whose brain became like a witch, naturally came up with all kinds of ways to tame her. After a burst of cold laughter, he walked forward, grabbed the goddess of joy's waist and lifted her up.

Ilerati was lifted in front of the arrogant and powerful witch, turned around, and sealed her snow-white buttocks with his shining holy weapon. Ilerati's eyes were blurred, but she cooperated very well and opened her thighs to both sides, almost stretching them into a straight line -

It was convenient for Allen to aim the holy weapon at her vulnerable belly button...

"Pfft-"

"Pfft-"

Along with a sticky rubbing sound, the goddess of joy's half-moan that just escaped from her throat suddenly stopped as if her throat was choked, and her feet in noble black high heels suddenly drooped naturally and calmly, without a trace of trembling at all -

But her charming legs were completely stretched to the limit, with every muscle tightly gripping each other, almost breaking the leg bones and twisting to the point where there was no room for trembling!

And that exquisite holy vessel was actually integrated with Ilerati's holy vessel in such a completely unreasonable way - even if you saw it with your own eyes, it was completely incomprehensible. How could the goddess of joy's perfectly shaped holy vessel accommodate and blend with this witch's holy vessel?

Of course, even if the goddess could barely rely on her own physique to swallow it into her holy weapon, the overly smooth surface would definitely exceed the limit of what the spiral patterns of her holy weapon could accommodate.

Although there is still a small half exposed, tightly wrapped by the front door mark of the holy vessel, the majority of the source essence that has been immersed in the holy vessel still demonstrates the unique sealing power.

The goddess of joy's abdomen quietly showed a complex pink pattern, which was like joy and depravity...

The clothes around the Goddess of Joy's waist were stretched to the point of being torn to pieces, and her belly had been completely transformed into the shape of a holy vessel!

Even with a layer of clothing separating her belly, the outline of the witch's holy weapon's brand and the trace of the holy weapon's front door below were still clearly visible to the naked eye. It was almost impossible to imagine what the original organs in the goddess's lower abdomen had become.

This seal, which is almost the same as torture, is even enough to kill a mid-sequence female transcendent whose body has been tempered. Even the Goddess of Pleasure finds it difficult to adapt to this intensity of seal.

The tight front door of the holy weapon had no blocking effect at all, and the rubber band wrapped around the crown was stretched open by the massive influx of spiritual power, and her sacred and noble holy weapon essence was completely torn apart and reduced to the form of a witch's mark.

Ilerati's holy weapon fit the entire witch's mark as tightly as a scabbard. The two poor spirit nests were flattened to both sides. They wailed weakly and spat out precious spirit eggs one after another as if begging for mercy, but they were stuck in the twisted and deformed array seal, repelling each other and even breaking. The noble spirit eggs of the Goddess of Joy were actually wasted meaninglessly like this.

But how can a mere seal satisfy Allen's desires as a mythical creature?

He didn't care at all that the goddess of joy had not yet recovered from the seal, and he grabbed both sides of Ilerati's slender waist from behind, and then stroked it like playing a long wind instrument.

At this moment, accompanied by the miserable and hoarse cry of the Goddess of Joy as if she had fallen into a dark cage, the holy vessel that had turned into a container for the witch's mark tightly stuck the witch's essence, and was easily pulled out along with the imprisonment inside the body!

“Puh-oh-ahhh!!!”

With a roar that could not be called a moan but could only be considered a scream, the holy vessel of the Goddess of Pleasure was easily pulled away from its original position, and then slid into the dark seal, almost falling out.

Then, with another powerful seal and confinement, the sacred and pure spiritual power emerged and gathered on the lower abdomen. Each seal and confinement was accompanied by the experience of the fall and restoration of the holy weapon, which made Ilerati completely become a miserable slave. He could only roll his eyes and struggle and shout randomly.

Soon, Allen was seen chanting a spell, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the bulging belly of the goddess of pleasure.

That is the authority of the Goddess of Pleasure, symbolizing the supreme and extraordinary power in the world.

And Allen was close at hand.

“Puh-huh?!!!”

The power that had been twisted into a shapeless state by the witch's brand from the inside was suddenly grasped fiercely from the outside. The strange feeling of being sandwiched between the two sides was indescribable. Even the goddess of joy almost gave up thinking because of this. However, after Allen sealed it with all his might, the holy weapon became even more sacred and pure.

Even Allen felt this comfortable feeling new, so he continued to grasp Ilerati's authority and perform the sealing technique.

“Puff—Ohhhhh!!! I’m going to die!! I’m going to die, I’m going to die, I’m going to die, I need to wash myself!!!”

Although she was enduring torture that a woman could never endure, the Goddess of Pleasure felt unprecedented satisfaction in being treated as a worthless slave without any personality and being sealed and ravaged inhumanely.

Feeling her own charming body struggling in this seal that was on the verge of collapse, the separated and disintegrating charming power was still trying to resist the seal of the Saint, but she had to tragically face the fact that she was about to become a garbage vessel that could only pour out holy water.

Ah——just imagining that she would end up like this after being sealed by the witch's holy artifact, the horrific torture that almost boiled her brains made Ilerati usher in a burst of overwhelming intracranial pleasure. The extraordinary M fetish that was once tamed and engraved in the depths of her soul awakened again under the confinement of this witch's holy artifact.

Chapter 183: Old Days and Joy

And desire is also induced to the extreme.

Allen, who seemed to have some desire to vent, suddenly strangled Ilerati's neck with one of her slender witch arms - the arm, like a hinge, easily strangled Ilerati's airway, blocking her heart-wrenching and high-pitched screams, forcing her to face the imminent death of suffocation.

On the other side, he clenched his hand tightly around the bulge in his belly, and the spirit nest that had been confined to one side was pressed between his fingers and crushed into a pancake - if the goddess' body was not strong enough, her spirit nest would probably burst like a flattened inflatable balloon.

However, even under such confinement, Ilerati still maintained his last bit of consciousness and tried his best to raise his hands - then he grasped the mountain inlaid with star-like silver nails with one hand and tore it apart desperately, and with the other hand he pinched the pattern of the holy weapon whose spiritual power had expanded to the limit with his fingernails and kept rubbing it, in an attempt to add a little insignificant joy to himself.

Finally, Ilerati's tender jade feet, wrapped in high heels that were retracted and stepped on both sides of Allen's seal barrier, keenly sensed the crumbling of the seal.

Then, the spiritual power she had long awaited finally flowed into her beautiful and pure holy vessel as she wished.

Ilerati's originally dignified and beautiful face completely collapsed under the dual influence of joy and suffocation, turning into a purely depraved face of joy. The goddess of joy, who was sealed into a garbage spiritual power pot, completely abandoned the last bit of self-esteem and became a miserable and lowly slave.

......

"Haha, it's really a beautiful scene."

Looking at the Goddess of Pleasure being sealed into such a lowly slave who only knew sealing and pleasure, a female figure with long blonde hair and wool curls appeared in the kingdom of the Goddess of Pleasure.

Although she was a beautiful woman with captivating blue eyes, her body covered with dark lines and her gray misty hands proved her identity.

This being, wearing a silk shawl and with seductive flowers growing on her body, who is both beautiful and blasphemous, is none other than the Outer Gods in the starry sky, a powerful being directly bred by the original Gods, a true Old One - the Grey Mist Goddess.

"Huh, boring."

Then, another equally beautiful and evil figure appeared beside Him, with a face full of compassion and maternal love, yet also cruel and cold. She was the most powerful being in the universe, one of the three pillars at the top of all the old days: the fallen goddess!

"Don't say that. To be able to achieve this, shouldn't we thank the cooperation of the two of us?"

The Gray Mist Goddess smiled and greeted the Fallen Goddess, who remained silent for a moment, with the smile on her face unchanged, and softened her tone:

“Haha, indeed, Ilerati is much stronger than I thought. Moreover, if we allow Him to continue to develop, I am afraid He will really become the old one. By then, it will be troublesome for us to take back the authority... Besides, this time we can take the opportunity to break through the astral barrier. I really have to thank you!!!”

"Haha, forget about it!!!"

The Gray Mist Goddess' charming smile suddenly changed, and the misty skin with enchanting flowers growing on it suddenly spread out, attacking the Fallen Goddess with a breath of blasphemy and pollution.

However, before it flew far, the mist immediately thinned and dissipated, and in just a moment it turned into powder.

The Gray Mist Goddess covered her abdomen with her hands - her gray mist body was swelling up like a mortal's as she became pregnant, and evil creatures full of malice quickly emerged from her abdomen.

But the Gray Mist Goddess only stroked it gently, and the abdomen returned to its original state. Instead, a blush suddenly appeared on the face of the Fallen Goddess.

Without much talk, these two powerful Outer Gods started a life-and-death battle in the Dark Heaven.