Al lay on top of the tall, slender woman's body, burying his face between the holy knight's jade peaks and rubbing back and forth repeatedly.
He simply treated Claudia as a beautiful, exquisite life-sized doll for the time being.
He bit her nipple and sucked for a while, but no sweet milk flowed out. Al felt a little disappointed, but it was only natural. After all, the holy knight was still a normal human.
He had never heard of a Champion gaining a lactation blessing.
A Slaanesh Greater Daemon might…
But Goat Mom would make up for that regret. She knelt beside the holy knight, holding her hand, and gave an apologetic look to the holy knight whose only expressive part was her eyes. At the same time, she bared her breasts toward Al.
Claudia's body gradually began to react under Al's stimulation. She clearly realized this too.
A line of tears slid down her cheek.
Al straightened up and looked at the holy knight whose eyes were already misty with tears. Even when she saw his gaze, she stubbornly maintained a defiant hostility.
"If you're thinking…"
Al pressed down on the holy knight's breasts, leaned close to her eyes, then suddenly rose and used his lips to kiss away the holy knight's tears.
"I'm saving you. It might feel much better…" Then he leaned close to Claudia's ear and mischievously called out, "Mommy!"
He lowered himself again and entangled himself with her breasts.
"Enough."
The centaur girl walked over and stood behind the two women.
She reminded him, "Midnight is coming soon."
"Oh." Al nodded and changed positions.
The centaur girl knelt on the fur, held Claudia's body in her arms, and used gentle strength to press on the tight, elastic muscles on both sides of her thighs, spreading them apart.
(No! Don't!)
Claudia screamed inwardly, but it had no effect on reality.
She could only watch helplessly as her purest and most secret place was exposed without any barrier right in front of a boy who was younger than even the smallest disciple she had ever trained.
She had sworn her entire life to serve only the Goddess's faith. No matter how wonderful her body was, on the battlefield it could not withstand blades. Claudia had always seen herself only as a weapon, as the Goddess's spear and shield — to pierce the enemy's heart and defend against darkness!
She knew that those young men, those comrades who had fought alongside her, would secretly gaze at her back after battles. She also knew that the young warriors in the temple would discuss behind her back the charm and heroic bearing of the Goddess's Champion, the next Silver Hand Paladin.
In her solitary meditations, she had once pondered romantic love and affection. She knew it was the most widespread thing in the world, transcending region and race.
Myrmidia was the Virgin Goddess. As her Champion, she too must remain chaste.
But perhaps… in many empty, lonely days, Claudia had also fantasized:
Perhaps she would meet a brave warrior, a devout guardian of the Goddess, a champion, with whom she fought side by side. Through long years of war, they would develop feelings for each other.
They could become pure soul companions, without any carnal desire or pleasure!
Like two halves of one soul, a perfectly matched pair. She would be the Goddess's spear, and he would be the round shield. And they could switch roles at any time, with the perfect understanding of two hearts as one!
This was perhaps the most romantic and wonderful thing a Myrmidia holy knight could imagine about love.
And now she was powerless.
Her legs were spread apart by a Chaos centaur, her entire body completely naked, displayed like a slave being shown as merchandise, right in front of a boy who was the mortal enemy of her faith — a Chaos demon.
"The hair down here is also golden…" Al gently scraped with his fingers, then looked up at the holy knight.
Tears flowed faster and faster. Under the flood of tears and the lament in her heart, the once heroic and resolute face became fragile and delicate.
"I'm coming in!"
Al suddenly thrust his waist forward!
The Chosen's spear struck like a dragon, completely branding the holy knight's body from the inside out with the Eternal Champion's eight-pointed star mark!
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!"
Claudia's restraints shattered. Her long neck arched high like a pierced female beast, letting out a shrill wail!
It pierced through the tent and echoed across the tribe.
In a small house not far away, three tightly bound figures huddled together, whispering.
The huntress reacted first.
"That sound… that's…"
Her face instantly turned pale.
The red-haired female swordsman Ann bit her silver teeth and remained silent.
Only the clumsy nun listened blankly for a moment, then asked in confusion, "That… that sounded like Lady Claudia's voice?"
"What happened to her?"
"It sounds like she's in a lot of pain… Is the demon torturing her?" As the nun spoke, tears began to fall. Even the wound on her leg no longer seemed the most painful thing.
"I hope the Goddess hears my prayer, saves Claudia, saves Ann, saves Fiona, saves me…"
The nun continued to pray devoutly to Myrmidia, hoping the Goddess would hear her believer's plea.
Huntress Fiona tried to wipe away her tears, but her hands were tightly bound. She could only turn her face away, refusing to imagine what the holy knight was suffering.
In the temple on the outskirts of Bilbali.
When the midnight bell tolled, the abducted Celestine opened her eyes.
The high matriarch's voluptuous body suddenly sat down!
The purple crystal burst with dazzling, strange light!
At the place where the high matriarch and the Grail Knight were tightly joined came a piercing pain that crossed space, followed immediately by fullness.
The maids together pulled off their thin outer garments, knelt before the altar, and raised the candlesticks high above their heads.
The candle flames flickered, turning into dark purple light. Wax dripped from the edges, leaving one red spot after another on the maids' fair, tender skin.
"Blessed Holy Mother!"
"Great Gestator, your deeds are known to all the gods!"
"The Eternal Champion came to the mortal world through your womb; to spread the gospel to all races on earth! To establish glory!"
"Blessed Holy Mother, Great Gestator!"
A painful, twisted, ferocious smile appeared on High Matriarch Themis's face. She sat on the Grail Knight's lap. The two bodies were pressed so tightly together it seemed as if some force had forcibly fused them, making it impossible to separate.
Pain!
Fullness!
Pleasure!
Satisfaction!
Acquisition!
Glory!
The wonderful emotions made Themis lose herself. She gradually went mad, writhing wildly on the Grail Knight's body, stimulating and demanding the blessing that crossed space.
The Grail Knight was dazed and hazy, like a corpse, exactly like Holy Knight Claudia had been before.
On the other side, Al was shocked by the unprecedented stimulation he was receiving from inside Claudia's body.
It felt like double.
No!
Triple, or even more pleasure kept pouring in from his little Al, which was in negative distance with the holy knight's healthy, strong body, spreading to his five viscera and six bowels.
The boy used all his strength, thrusting the Chosen's spear — far too large for his age and appearance — desperately into the cave, colliding, drilling with the determination and force of wanting to send his entire self into this beautiful flesh.
Al looked at the holy knight, whose limbs were bound by chains by the mare, able only to kick futilely at the air. He watched her face twist in pain because of the boy, yet also infected by the continuous wave of pleasure.
"We!"
Al exhaled, bent down to kiss those upright breasts, and stopped moving his waist, slowly withdrawing.
"We were born for each other!"
He looked at the expression in Claudia's eyes — from pleasure to relaxation, then to loss, as if something was missing — and suddenly thrust the Chosen's spear back into the place the holy knight was lacking.
"Mommy!"
Al called out. The holy knight's long, slender calves stretched straight.
The soles of her jade feet folded into layers of wrinkles. One could imagine how strong the stimulation was to produce such force.
The forbidden, blasphemous pleasure continued, as if it would last forever, with no more daylight.
Celestine's head tilted to the side, her red lips tightly closed, even though the high matriarch kept trying to open them with her own tongue.
The Grail Knight looked up at the holy, majestic goddess statue with sorrowful eyes.
She saw that Myrmidia's statue seemed to be trembling. A drop of crimson bloody tear slid down the goddess's face.
One goddess's bloody tear quietly fell.
Like a translucent ruby, it smashed into pieces on the cold floor.