Chapter 62: You Came, I Saw, I Conquered! (***)
It was unprecedented. Never in her life had the Grand Priestess faced such a violent and overwhelming burst of sensations. It was like going from zero to bombing on the most potent of aphrodisiacs—orgasming nonstop with no outside stimulation.
Akamana's knees went weak, and for the second time in less than five minutes, the Grand Priestess was about to go down. This time, however, she balled up her fists, gritting her teeth and as she desperately tried to suppress the eruption of orgasmic sensations and perverse desires triggered by Mithras' blood.
On the other end, the Human Aphrodisiac laughed nonstop, so euphoric that he couldn't spare a glance at the gashing wounds all over his body.
"Poor, poor Akamana. Truth be told, while on the surface my body's exceptional defense and quasi-invulnerability is my most overpowered physical attribute, in truth it can't compare to the drugs in my blood.
You see, my entire body is an aphrodisiac, the most powerful aphrodisiac in existence—as a matter of fact. And fluids like my blood contain the most potent version of that aphrodisiac," Mithras explained with a gentle and compassionate tone, spreading his bleeding arms wide open and giving Akamana a sweet and innocent hug…before lowering his hands to her ass and squeezing for good measure.
If not for the blood painting her red from head to toe, the Grand Priestess would have paled at the squeeze. Instead, she just clenched her thighs tighter, struggling with another orgasm. But how could Mithras give the Grand Priestess a chance to save face and dignity? Nonono. his knee pushed Akamana's legs apart, revealing the love juice squirting nonstop between her legs.
Akamana's jaw dropped in a mix of shame and terror. Terror won the fight, and the Grand Priestess broke into a cold sweat.
This was the real deal. The Mithras that she knew didn't have such abilities, so Akamana got careless, thinking that Pyrogasmic Genesis was already Mithras' best ero trick. How could she imagine that he was now a walking Human Aphrodisiac created by the Lord himself to make a mess of disrespectful beauties' cunts?
Worse, after fusing with two Priapic Dragon Bones, unlocking the Violet Flames, and starting his evolution, Mithras's Human Aphrodisiac powers…were improving at a shocking pace.
She'd just bathed in the strongest aphrodisiac the world had ever seen. A drug whose powers increased with each breath that she took.
There was no escape!
Mithras' lips curled into a mischievous smile, and he sneaked his hand under the Grand Priestess' skirt, collecting her juice at the source before bringing the nectar to his lips and drinking with gusto.
"1,000-year-old Virgin Demoness Juice: a five-star delicacy." The moment the Grand Priestess' nectar went down his throat, Mithras' Sid rank increased by one while his Sid units improved by 300—marking astonishing progress. Better, his injuries healed at an alarming speed, making the Grand Priestess suspect Mithras could also turn sexual fluids into tonics and healing potions…a dreadful prospect.
But now that he stood so close to the Grand Priestess, staring into her scarlet eyes, a hint of annoyance sprouted in the Human Aphrodisiac's chest, and he reached for Akamana's cheeks, pulling her face closer to his.
"My instincts have been telling me for a while now that you…are a familiar figure. Do I know you by any chance? Oh, I forgot. You're cumming too hard to be able to form a coherent response.
Never mind. 10,000 fights, beautiful, and you'd win 9,999 times. But on this one, you lose. You lose because you didn't take us seriously. You'd rather treat us like children and have your fill of fun than come at us at full strength and end it all in a finger snap.
Fight from a lower level? Really? What kind of braindead invertebrate willingly puts themselves in that situation? Were you trying to play Swaggy or something? Truly incomprehensible.
But I'm confused. You don't mind letting the kingdoms, theocracies, and the noble houses of Angra grow without interference. So how did I become…the one whose life you're determined to fuck up?
Well…never mind again. For we the jury declare…that on the case of Mithras vs. Akamana, You Came, I Saw…," Mithras whispered, and pulled Akamana into his arms, drawing her into a spontaneous smooch and pouring his saliva down her throat.
But though their leader had fallen victim to the worst case of harassment of her existence, the 300 Zealots didn't intervene, lowering their heads, and shutting down half their senses. Thus, by the time the Grand Priestess processed the fact she was getting smooched by an 18-year-old, Mithras was down to his knees, lifting the Grand Priestess' skirt.
"…and now, I Conquer," the Human Aphrodisiac said, breathing at Akamana's drenched and dripping cunt. Her squirting juice went straight into his mouth, trickling down his tongue and flooding his throat with the most nutritive tonic of the continent.
But Mithras didn't stop here, kneading the Grand Priestess' ass cheeks while sticking out his tongue and pressing on her clit.
Instinctively, the Grand Priestess bit her lips, trying her best to prevent her mouth from speaking what her cunt leaked at will. But Mithras didn't mind, stroking with slow and gentle flicks while sending vibration waves racing through the Grand Priestess' clit.
Sadly, since Akamana was a Sage in her own right, Mithras couldn't force her into the Divine State. But that was all fine and good…because the pairing of his blood, flames and caresses…was more than enough to break even the most hardnosed of goddesses.
"Ohhh…mmpff…aaah—ohhhh!" Akamana couldn't talk, but she could moan all right. And unable to control her voice or body, the Grand Priestess grabbed Mithras' head, sinking her fingers into his dark hair while his tongue went up, down, around and all over her cunt and clit—never once fully spreading the flower bud apart.
But this wasn't an opportunity for the Grand Priestess to enjoy divine pleasure. This was punishment, and with each Mithras' strokes, every kiss and suction, the Grand Priestess suffered a rocking orgasm, swaying back and forth in Mithras' arms.
"Ohhh…fuck…I will…break—ohhhhhhhhhh!" In low, primal and uncharacteristic outburst, the Grand Priestess let loose a resounding groan, cumming for the 100th time already. But here, Mithras spread the flower bud apart, revealing the love tunnel that had stayed closed for a lifetime and pushing his tongue in.