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🕑 Added 2025-01-03 01:09:16 +0000 UTCChapter 5: Military Dog urinaI
"Mmm... is this right? This position is so embarrassing..."
A naked woman knelt on the ground, her face flushed with desire.
Her slender waist led to a large upturned bottom, two melon-like breasts hanging naturally, their pink nipples constantly rubbing against the ground as the woman's body trembled slightly.
A young boy squatted behind her, eyes wide with curiosity.
"You bitch, what are you being shy about! Stick that ass up higher!"
A soldier in armor laughed and scolded.
The woman immediately raised her buttocks higher, fully exposing her genitals.
The boy behind her was indeed seeing a woman's most intimate parts up close for the first time. Driven by curiosity, he couldn't help but run his hand down her buttcrack.
When the boy's rough finger slid past the woman's slightly twitching anus and into her mysterious cave, the woman's whole body shuddered. Immediately, some dew seeped out of the cave - truly a lustful woman.
The boy was startled and quickly pulled his finger back.
"Haha! Little Joey, don't be afraid! This is a woman's pu$$y. This sIut is getting wet from your touch!"
The boy's face reddened as he listened, but his fingers became even bolder as they returned.
Feeling a finger enter her pu$$y, the woman eagerly shifted backwards, wanting it to go deeper.
Her genitals contracted violently with the movement of her abdomen. The boy felt his finger being tightly gripped. He had the illusion that the woman's pu$$y was like a wide-mouthed venomous snake, wanting to swallow his entire finger into her belly.
Muffled moans came from the woman's mouth. Combined with her quivering nipples, she was truly the world's most lustful bitch.
The woman's pu$$y became even wetter when she heard the words "virgin boy".
She barked twice to show her eagerness.
Joey took off his pants, and an innocent cock sprang out.
Though everyone called him Little Joey, his cock was not small at all.
The woman nearly fainted with excitement when she caught a glimpse of that cock.
"Ah! Hurry! Put it in quickly!"
The surrounding soldiers all burst out laughing.
"Hahaha! As expected of a volunteer military dog! What a good bitch!"
Joey was very nervous for his first time. He gripped his cock and poked around the woman's plump labia, but couldn't find the right spot to enter.
This made the woman anxious. Her pu$$y was constantly teased until a gush of fluid squirted onto the boy's hand.
The boy was used to these juices by now. He vigorously rubbed his wet hand on the woman's crotch, trying to smear it all over her golden pubic hair. He then wiped the remaining fluid on her plump thighs.
What the boy didn't know was that this act of cleaning his hands nearly made the woman climax again.
Finally, with guidance from those around him, the boy inserted his hard young cock into that pink opening.
"Ah!~~~"
The woman who had endured for so long finally got her release. She cried out excitedly, moving her hips in rhythm with the boy's thrusts. But since it was the boy's first time, he didn't last very long.
His whole body trembled as he felt an intense pleasure travel from his waist up his spine to his brain.
This unprecedented sensation exploded at that m0ment.
His semen recklessly poured into the deepest parts of the beauty before him.
The woman also reached orgasm along with the boy's ejaculation.
She collapsed weakly on the ground, thick semen flowing from between her legs, her whole body trembling.
The surrounding soldiers could even see her s3xy abdomen continuing to contract rhythmically as if still having s3x. Lewd fluids sprayed in all directions with each quiver of her lower body.
Later she simply rolled over onto her back, spread her legs wide, and squirted a clear liquid far into the distance. The men around all cursed and backed away to avoid getting splashed by the sticky stuff.
The boy's face was red as he panted lightly. This marvelous experience of s3xual intercourse had opened the door to a new world for him.
He looked at the woman lying on her back and asked in a tiny voice:
"What... what's your name..."
The boy's voice was so quiet that the surrounding men didn't hear, but the woman looked at him tenderly and said:
"You can call me pig, bitch, military dog, sIut, whatever you like~"
The boy's face reddened even more. He didn't know why he wanted to know the real name of this woman who had slept with countless men, but he had accidentally blurted out the question.
"No... I mean your real name..."
"......"
The woman was silent for a m0ment, then crawled over to the boy on all fours like a dog. She put her lips close to his ear and whispered softly:
"Little brother, listen carefully. My name is..."
The lustful aura emanating from the woman's body made the boy feel a rush of heat.
"I-ly-a~"
But how did she end up like this?
Ilya's figure should have been that of a slender young girl. Her pu$$y shouldn't have been so plump, her breasts not so large, let alone that inverted triangle of golden pubic hair.
This goes back to when she first descended upon Hope Town.
It turns out the people of Hope Town preferred voluptuous women. When Ilya initially tried to seduce people on the streets, she found they had little interest in her body.
This wouldn't do. She couldn't let her fun slow down...
So she used her divine powers to remodel her body, transforming into the current incarnation with melon-like breasts, a wasp waist, and plump mature curves.
How did she end up as a military dog in the army camp?
Originally, Ilya was working as a prostitute in a brothel in Hope Town.
Later she heard the army was recruiting a few camp followers for their campaign.
But Hope Town hadn't had any slave traders pass through in two or three years, so there were no s3x slaves for the army to recruit.
So the army people came to buy from the brothel.
The army's terms were very favorable - follow the troops for three years, and receive 50 gold coins upon completion.
This was equivalent to a soldier's annual salary.
The brothel girls naturally competed fiercely for the positions.
There were ten spots available. The prostitutes all showed off their best skills to entertain the visiting officers.
Ilya won a spot with her beautiful face, voluptuous figure, and lustful pu$$y.
But nine other prostitutes would also be chosen.
This way, the cocks in the army would be divided up.
Ilya couldn't allow these cocks to not appear in her holes. She wanted to monopolize all the cocks!
This put the officer in a difficult position.
If they only bought one camp follower, it would be better not to buy any at all.
Because a woman's body has limits. With so many men in the army, it would be impossible to service them all 24 hours a day.
At that point, to relieve their urges, these virile soldiers would certainly start fighting amongst themselves.
That situation would be hard to control.
Seeing the officer about to leave, Ilya became agitated.
She claimed her body had no problem and could handle non-stop r@pe day and night.
To prove herself, Ilya held a free prostitution event outside the brothel.
Under the officer's supervision, she was g@ng-r@ped non-stop by the town's men for three days and three nights. Afterwards, despite her lower body being filled with countless loads of semen, she was still energetic and lively.
She even said she could go another three days and nights.
The officer looked at Ilya standing naked on the street, her legs covered in love juices, her pubic hair dyed white with semen, and secretly admired her.
What perfect material for a military dog!
Then Ilya went even further and said she didn't want any wages, that she would serve the army completely free of charge!
This delighted the officer beyond measure. He made the decision on the spot and led Ilya back to the army camp on a leash.
Who would have thought this woman was such a natural-born sIut! Letting men r@pe her not for money, but just to enjoy being a urinaI!
That 50 gold coin budget could go straight into his own pocket!
By the goddess Ilya above, he had really struck gold.
The officer rejoiced inwardly.
Afterwards, as the army set out on campaign, Ilya served as their camp follower, urinaI, and bitch, being g@ng-r@ped day and night by countless virile men. The soldiers all had great physical fitness and vigorous yang energy. The taste of their semen was exquisite.
Ilya felt like she was back in her heavenly home, surrounded by an ocean of cocks every day.
And just now, she had been led to a room to take Little Joey's virginity.
These rough men really knew how to play, eagerly deflowering the pure young boy.
Joey, this frail little boy, was only 15 years old. His family's poverty had forced him to join the army.
Every day he wore armor a size too big, struggling to lift his steel sword for training.
Joey knew he wasn't as strong as the adults. He also knew the cruelty of the battlefield, so he trained hard, striving to become stronger.
In fact, Joey had passed by the "dog house" many times, hearing the woman's lewd cries and fantasizing endlessly.
At the curious age of puberty, it was normal for a young boy to have such thoughts.
He also had a secret crush on a girl in town. He was curious about the women's bathhouse too.
When passing by married women's homes, he would sneak extra glances at the underwear hanging on clotheslines.
But Joey was still just a child after all. He didn't have the courage to actually explore the "dog house".
Until today, when his seniors who liked to tease him and usually took good care of him led that military dog he had only seen once before to his tent.
Ilya's voluptuous naked body was not something a young boy like this could resist.
He instantly felt his soul leave his body.
And Ilya's legendary pu$$y milked Joey's virgin cock to ecstasy.
After shooting all his essence dry, Joey felt a bit dazed looking at Ilya's intoxicated, alluring expression.
The woman's flushed face was as beautiful as a celestial maiden.
She made no attempt to hide her desires, letting her lewdness bloom fully on her devastatingly gorgeous face.
Purity and depravity. Two completely unrelated words intertwined in Joey's mind. Perhaps this was what the angels in myths were like. And so, as if possessed, he asked for the woman's name. Ilya.
An elegant name.
The same name as the goddess.
Perhaps she really was the goddess.
Come to bring blessings to her people, selflessly using her divine body to comfort her children.
Meanwhile, Ilya, who was busily sucking on a cock, could never have imagined.
A boy had inadvertently seen through her true identity in a m0ment of trance.
But she didn't care. As long as there was semen to eat and cocks to fuck, she was happy.
"sIut, how does my lord's cock taste?"
"Mmm... delicious... mmm..."
"Hahaha!"
The bearded brute laughed heartily and groped between Ilya's legs. His hand was immediately covered in crystal clear love juices.
"This little whore is so wet, gushing so much!"
He smeared the fluids on Ilya's delicate face, then grinned at the other men:
"Brothers, don't wait any longer. This bitch has lubricated her hole nicely. Hurry and get to it."
"I've been waiting forever."
"Damn, I've been in line for two days. Finally I can relieve myself."
Hearing the men rustling as they took off their pants, Ilya grew even more excited. More nectar seeped from her honey pot.
"Wait! Let me have a taste first!"
A man shouted and immediately buried his head between Ilya's legs, sucking up the overflowing juices. The others laughed and mocked him.
"This guy! What's so good about eating a bitch's pu$$y! It's been fucked by so many men!"
"Old Henry is just a pervert. I heard he's eaten out every whore in Hope Town."
"Fuck! Really?"
"You bet. Don't believe me? Ask Henry yourself."
"Slurp slurp slurp~~~"
Henry had no time to chat with them. He was busy drinking Ilya's holy water, making loud slurping noises.
With her most sensitive vaginal flesh being occupied, Ilya's whole body went limp.
She felt a nimble tongue skillfully probing inside her pu$$y, exploring everywhere.
The man's newly grown beard was both prickly and itchy. A few whiskers brushed against her delicate anus, making Ilya's heart flutter.
The man's tongue was like a little snake, constantly exploring her wet cave until it finally found its prey.
Inside Ilya, there was an extremely soft spot - her sensitive zone.
The experienced Henry naturally noticed this different area. His tongue flicked over, pressing right on that spot.
"Ah!"
Ilya's mouth released the captain's cock as she cried out in surprise. Then her lower abdomen trembled and love juices gushed out from deep in her pu$$y.
Henry took all the nectar into his mouth, then raised his head and howled to the sky.
"Delicious!!!"
Seeing Henry so obsessed with the woman's juices, the other men couldn't help but grow curious.
"Is it really that good?"
Henry gave a thumbs up and said:
"I can't speak for those third-rate whores, but this bitch is absolutely top-notch."
"This dog's juices are plentiful and fragrant, comparable to aged wine!"
"After drinking it, I feel clear-headed, my waist doesn't hurt anymore. I could charge all the way to Frieza country in one go!"
A soldier laughed and said:
"Get out of here. You think it's some kind of healing potion?"
Though he said this, Henry's sales pitch had truly piqued his curiosity.
Could this woman's love juices really be so miraculous?
Looking at Henry's glowing face, then at the drop of clear fluid dripping from Ilya's pu$$y, connected by a strand to her hole, glistening beautifully in the sunlight.
He couldn't help but swallow.
Maybe I'll just try a little taste... If it's no good I'll spit it right out...
With this experimental mindset, the soldier slowly crawled towards Ilya's pu$$y.
Ilya had already obediently laid on her back, spreading her legs to fully display her lower body to the men.
Seeing the pu$$y up close, the soldier finally discovered its beauty.
The two pink labia parted naturally, with a small swollen bud standing cutely at the top.
The pulsing hole inside was lined with soft, moist flesh. A faint heat could be felt emanating from it.
The soldier couldn't resist squeezing Ilya's plump pu$$y. It jiggled like jelly, bouncing playfully. This teasing made Ilya secrete even more nectar, which flowed down to her quivering anus, an extremely lewd sight.
The soldier touched the juices with his finger, then tentatively put it in his mouth.
His eyes immediately widened in disbelief as he stared at Ilya's pu$$y.
"Hey, how's it taste?"
Someone asked curiously.
But there was no answer.
That soldier dove headfirst between Ilya's thighs, frantically licking the nectar from her pu$$y.
His rough tongue lashed about wildly, providing quite a pleasurable sensation.
Ilya couldn't help but moan as she felt her pu$$y being licked all over.
The soldier seemed to find the juices insufficient for tasting. He actually gently bit Ilya's clitoris with his teeth.
With the most sensitive nerve endings being stimulated, Ilya's eyes flew open, her small mouth parting as she instantly climaxed.
The gushing fluids caught the soldier off guard, drenching his face.
But he knelt on the ground in ecstasy, face covered in juices, raising his arms to the sky:
"Ah! Praise the goddess!"
Seeing this, the men beside him pulled him away and crowded around Ilya's pu$$y to lick it themselves.
And so, once one person got a taste, a second followed.
People who heard the news crowded into Ilya's doghouse.
But unfortunately, unlike s3xual intercourse, this was different.
If it was handling cocks, Ilya could deal with 15 to 20 men at once.
Her pu$$y, anus, hands, feet, legs, armpits, breasts, and mouth could all be used.
But licking her pu$$y and tasting her juices could only be done one person at a time.
Perhaps they could tie Ilya up, insert a dildo, and place a wooden bucket underneath, using her like a faucet.
But only the freshest juices are delicious, right?
Fortunately, this was the army.
The army's greatest strength is discipline.
The men set a rule that each person could only taste Ilya's pu$$y for no more than one minute.
This effectively solved the problem of long lines and slow service.
And someone started a trend where after sucking Ilya's pu$$y, they would use a cloth-wrapped hand to penetrate her hole as they left. Ilya would tighten her vagina, gripping the cloth tightly.
Then when they pulled their hand out, they would get a cloth soaked with her juices.
This method quickly became popular in the army.
Many soldiers would take out the cloth and cover their faces with it before battles.
They would smell Ilya's juices and feel filled with strength.
So they became invincible, with high morale.
This led to rumors throughout the south of a masked army, fierce as tigers and wolves, undefeated wherever they fought.
As for Ilya's arrangements, after satisfying their oral desires, there were still erect cocks to deal with.
So they made the following arrangement.
With the rules set, life became regular.
Every morning Ilya would lie on a table and have her pu$$y violated by men's tongues one after another. In the afternoon she would use all her holes and body to serve them. At night she would clean the semen from her pu$$y and anus, wash her body, and then continue to be invaded by countless tongues.
This life had not a m0ment's rest, truly living like an immortal.
On her plump left buttock, the army's tattoo artist had inscribed: "9th Vanguard Army Camp Follower Dog"
On her right buttock was another line: "Cum Disposal urinaI"
About an inch above her golden pubic hair was tattooed horizontally: "Safe Travels"
And on her smooth, delicate back was tattooed an image of a lion gripping a sword.
That was the 9th Vanguard Army's flag.
Except the flag had a male lion, while Ilya's back had a lioness.
Once this tattoo was done, it meant Ilya would bear this mark for life.
Anyone who saw it would know Ilya had once been the property of the 9th Vanguard Army.
However, Ilya hadn't seen little Joey in a long time.
Since she had taken his virginity last time, the young boy hadn't visited her doghouse.
Until one time when the army went on a campaign, most of the troops went to the battlefield, leaving behind some logistics personnel and Ilya in the camp.
As a military dog, Ilya was still free to move around, and no one controlled her.
So after dealing with those logistics personnel's s3xual desires, she crawled around the camp on all fours like a dog, wearing shameful clothes.
They were only renting a prostitute.
But they didn't expect Ilya to fully immerse herself in the role of a military dog.
Every day she lived in a doghouse, ate from a dog bowl, crawled around, with no sense of shame.
When she passed by a logistics worker, that guy played a trick and suddenly inserted a tuft of dog tail grass into Ilya's tender anus.
"Ah! Woof!"
She cried out and then tightened her anus, shaking her plump buttocks twice. The dog tail grass swayed back and forth like a real tail.
Afterwards, wherever Ilya crawled by, people would casually grope her.
Some would rub her pu$$y, some would sIap her buttocks, and some would kick her breasts hanging down to the ground.
Wherever Ilya crawled, she would leave a puddle of glowing liquid on the ground.
Finally, after walking through the entire camp, Ilya with a flushed face found Joey's tent.
Joey was recovering from an arm injury he sustained in the last battle that prevented him from wielding a sword.
Ilya saw that this hardworking boy had grown taller, his originally frail body now showing hints of muscle, and his skin had turned a healthy tan from wind and sun exposure.
She crawled into Joey's tent and found the boy sleeping on the bed.
Not wanting to wake him, Ilya pulled down his pants, revealing a soft, cute uncircumcised penis.
Saliva involuntarily formed in her mouth as she played with the small penis for a m0ment before taking it into her mouth.
Ilya's tongue skillfully wrapped around Joey's penis, pulling back the foreskin to expose the glans.
Then after sucking on it a couple times, she felt the small penis gradually start to expand, swelling up in her mouth like popcorn.
Slowly Ilya's mouth became full. She could barely contain the erect penis, so she steeled herself and let it enter her throat.
She slowly sucked up and down, occasionally glancing at Joey's youthful yet strong face.
The penis in Ilya's mouth began secreting pre-cum. The scent of manhood went straight to her brain.
In an instant lust took over, and her oral movements became more vigorous.
"Mmm... ah! Miss Ilya?!"
Joey woke up to see the angelic-faced woman bent over him, her sensual lips wrapped around his penis, and couldn't help crying out.
"No... please stop..."
But Ilya seemed not to hear him and increased her suction even more.
Until Joey moaned and his semen unexpectedly shot into Ilya's mouth.
It was so sudden that Ilya choked. She pulled the penis out of her mouth, her face red as she coughed.
She coughed so hard that the white sticky semen came out of her nose.
Seeing the woman cough until tears came out, Joey immediately felt bad and hurriedly apologized.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! It's my fault for suddenly ejaculating..."
Joey felt something was off as he kept apologizing, his voice getting softer and his face turning red again.
Ilya wiped the semen from her nose and mouth, secretly laughing to herself. It was clearly her who sneak-attacked him while he was asleep, yet he was the one apologizing...
Thinking this, a smile tugged at her lips as she reached for Joey's penis that had just ejaculated.
Joey hurriedly tried to avoid her, but unexpectedly lost his strength and slipped off the bed.
As bad luck would have it, he fell on his injured arm.
He had been slashed on his right arm by a sharp sword on the battlefield earlier. The sword wound went deep to the bone, and the army doctor said even if it healed, the arm would be useless.
Now falling to the ground like this, the wound immediately tore open and blood seeped through the bandages.
Poor little Joey was in so much pain he couldn't speak, biting his lip hard, his face pale.
Then layer by layer, the bandages were unwrapped.
Joey said painfully:
"Ah! What are you doing?!"
A slender, soft finger pressed against his lips.
Somehow this finger seemed to have some magic power, as Joey really stopped speaking.
As the bandages were removed, a horrific wound appeared before Ilya's eyes.
She frowned at the crudely stitched but reopened wound, then extended her pink tongue and licked the wound.
Joey felt a warm, moist softness slide over his wound.
Amazingly, he didn't feel any pain!
Ilya's tongue delved into the wound, licking Joey's broken bone as saliva flowed in.
The originally broken bone actually started to heal as it was bathed in the saliva!
The torn muscles also grew new tissue, intertwining to repair the injured area.
In the end, from bone to skin, there wasn't a trace of the wound or blood left!
Ilya gave Joey's arm one last lick before putting it down.
She had just completely healed Joey's injury.
Although for an injury like this, Ilya only needed a thought to heal it, she still preferred to play it out this way.
Joey incredulously raised his arm, looking at the smooth skin, and clenched his fist.
The familiar strength had returned.
He was shocked but also overjoyed. Earlier when the army doctor said his right arm was useless, he had lost all hope.
Who would have thought this woman who was both lustful and holy would heal his arm with just a lick of her clever tongue!
How miraculous!
"Miss Ilya... are you a mage?"
Joey didn't know where he got the courage to ask this question.
Because on the continent of Valoran, mages were the most noble existence.
Their power even surpassed that of royalty.
And these mages were always elusive, let alone becoming a meat toilet for the army like Ilya.
Even mages captured by enemy countries were treated as honored guests.
But Joey really couldn't understand the miracle before his eyes, so he could only guess that Ilya knew magic.
Ilya gave a light laugh, her two huge breasts shaking, dazzling Joey's eyes.
"That's a secret~ As payment for healing you, will you keep this secret for big sister?"
Joey was already completely enchanted by Ilya, nodding in a daze without thinking it through.
"By the way, I haven't seen you since last time~ Why haven't you come find big sister? Do you think big sister's body is dirty?"
As she spoke, Ilya put on a pitiful expression that would make anyone's heart ache.
Joey came to his senses and hurriedly said:
"No, that's not it. I was afraid to see Miss Ilya..."
"Afraid?"
Ilya tilted her head in confusion.
"Mm... I'm afraid to face Miss Ilya. When I see you, my body..."
Ilya glanced at Joey's penis that had just ejaculated but now wanted to rise again, and said with a smile:
"But... but I feel like doing this is defiling Miss Ilya. Last time... after we did it I felt very guilty..."
Huh? So it was the wise man time. But Joey, your wise man time is way too long.
Ilya sat on the bed, leaned back, then exposed her pu$$y, spreading it open with both hands for Joey to see clearly.
"Little brother, look, big sister's pu$$y is very lewd. Just seeing you makes it wet. So what's there to defile? Anyone can use this bitch's pu$$y~ Even real dogs can insert it~"
Joey's face turned red, but not from embarrassment - from anger.
He pushed Ilya down, his strong hands gripping her fragrant shoulders as he shouted:
"That's exactly why! Why?! Why can Miss Ilya so easily say such things?!"
"Why would someone as gentle and beautiful as you willingly do such... such dirty things?!!!"
Ilya couldn't help but find the angry boy a bit amusing.
She hadn't heard words like this in hundreds of years.
Every man who saw her only rushed to insert their penises into her body. No one had ever cared why this woman didn't resist.
Now these words actually came from a boy's mouth.
But if his penis wasn't hard and pressing against her belly, it would be more convincing...
"Why? There is no why. Shouldn't we enjoy pleasure?"
This statement made the young boy pause. He had originally thought Ilya would tell some tragic backstory, like being r@ped by her father since childhood and then sold to a brothel. But he didn't expect her to say such an unreasonable thing.
"...Enjoying pleasure isn't wrong, but you shouldn't degrade yourself like this! Don't you have any dignity? Miss Ilya is a person too!"
Also a person...
It seemed like she had heard those words somewhere before.
"Dignity? Dignity is just an illusory thing. I can have it if I want, or throw it away if I want. You have no right or authority to criticize my life~"
"Besides, my life is very boring and uninteresting, so I can only obtain happiness this way. Whether it's with humans, dogs, or monsters, as long as I can have s3x, that's my greatest pleasure."
"And in this position, what right do you have to ask me these things? Are you going to r@pe me? I'm looking forward to it~"
Being called out like this by Ilya, Joey realized his position was indeed very improper. He was currently pressing down on Ilya in an absolutely violating posture, all because he had gotten worked up earlier without realizing.
Joey came to his senses and let go of Ilya with a red face. He sat on the edge of the bed, calming himself.
"You're right... I have no right to criticize your lifestyle."
Joey hung his head dejectedly.
"But I really don't want to see you so degraded... You're a good person, you deserve to be treated better..."
Ilya looked at Joey like this and seemed to understand something. She pretended to be very conflicted and said:
"I know what you mean... I understand too... But... I really..."
As she finished speaking, she squeezed out a tear from the corner of her eye.
Seeing this, Joey was at a loss for what to do. He had never seen a woman cry before and didn't know how to comfort her.
"You... why do you care about me so much?"
Ilya had already guessed the answer, but she still looked at Joey with tears in her eyes.
How could this pure young boy withstand such an attack?
He was dazed, forgetting many things, forgetting many of the burdens in his mind.
Gathering his courage, he said with a serious face:
"Because, because I lo-"
Before he could finish speaking, Joey's mouth was kissed by Ilya.
He felt his lips covered by softness, then a nimble tongue pried open his teeth and entered his mouth, intertwining with his own tongue.
This was his first kiss.
The feeling of kissing was magical.
It was like being drunk, his mind light and airy, not needing to think about anything.
The sensation on his tongue was incredibly clear - soft and fragrant.
He involuntarily secreted saliva, his heart pounding fast, a sense of possessiveness mysteriously arising.
Joey's tongue gradually gained the upper hand as he began to take the initiative.
His tongue entered Ilya's undefended mouth, stirring and sucking up the nectar inside.
Seeing that Joey's switch had been flipped, Ilya dropped her act and revealed her true self.
She pushed Joey down onto the bed, completely opposite from earlier, then kissed his mouth, his neck, his chest, and finally the penis that had become erect again.
Ilya took the penis into her mouth in one go. Joey immediately felt his little brother enveloped by warmth, then a huge shadow appeared on his face.
It was Ilya's plump buttocks.
She had actually rotated her body while sucking his penis, assuming a 69 position with Joey on the bed.
"Ah."
Joey cried out. It turned out the dog tail grass inserted in Ilya's anus had hit his face.
"Oops, sorry, this was inserted by those annoying guys outside~ Hehe~ My bad~"
The two looked at each other and couldn't help but burst out laughing.
It was very small, as if it had never bloomed before.
The fine wrinkles were full of temptation.
Joey couldn't resist touching it with his finger. Suddenly that tender chrysanthemum bloomed open, revealing a mysterious passage to Joey. Before he could look closely at the secrets within, it seemed to shyly close up again immediately.
Afterwards it kept tightening and relaxing, extremely cute.
Below the anus was an alluring slit.
The outer labia were full and tight, the inner labia pink and charming.
Above was a red little nub, like a pea stuck at the very top.
Ilya wiggled her butt backwards a couple times. Her sparse golden pubic hair brushed Joey's nose, almost making him sneeze.
Finally, Joey couldn't hold back anymore.
He grabbed those plump buttocks with both hands, his grip so strong that all ten fingers sank into the flesh.
Then he suddenly buried his face between those buttocks.
His nose inhaled forcefully.
A lewd fragrance filled his nostrils.
He extended the tongue that had just been showing off in Ilya's mouth and thrust it into her pu$$y, stirring it around wildly.
Ilya was stimulated to gush juices continuously. Before long, Joey's entire face was wet.
"Big sister Ilya, are you trying to wash my hair?"
Ilya looked back and scolded with a laugh:
"Now you've learned to talk dirty, you little rascal~"
With that, the two began servicing each other again.
By the time the sun set, they had just finished their 12th round of lovemaking.
Ilya clenched the semen inside her pu$$y. While Joey was still panting on the bed and hadn't recovered, she wanted to leave.
But unexpectedly Joey noticed and said:
Ilya turned her head to see Joey standing up.
"What?"
"Leaving?"
"Yeah."
"Where to?"
"Back to the doghouse."
"And then?"
"To be a military dog meat toilet."
"Can't you not be a military dog?"
"If I'm not a military dog, will you support me with your penis?"
Joey laughed awkwardly.
Ilya gave a light laugh, waved her hand at him, then knelt on the ground preparing to crawl out of the tent.
She had immersed herself in her role again.
Ilya was getting a bit impatient. She turned her head and asked:
"What is it now?"
Joey seemed to be struggling with something, biting his lip. Finally, he gathered his courage and shouted:
Ilya was stunned for a m0ment. She really hadn't expected this young boy to say such a thing.
If it were an ordinary prostitute, she would probably be moved to tears and reform her ways.
But who was Ilya?
The most lustful creator goddess in the universe.
"Take care of yourself first, you fool!" (Don't let me drain you dry and kill you!)
With that, she ignored the bewildered Joey and crawled out of the tent like a dog.
"Hey! Where have you been hiding, you military dog?! The men have been looking for you for ages! Hurry up and suck my cock!"
"Woof! Woof!"
Joey listened to the crude conversation outside, then looked down at his limp penis that had ejaculated over a dozen times and silently clenched his fist.
Later, the main force won a victory and returned to the camp.
The first thing they did was not drink or celebrate.
Instead they surrounded Ilya for a group s3x party, venting crazily.
Joey stood in an open space outside the crowd, silently swinging his sword.
His eyes were determined, his will unbreakable.
Ilya's love juices sprinkled the ground.
Joey's sweat also drenched the ground.
And so the days passed one by one. The 9th Vanguard Army was invincible, cutting through all obstacles and charging deep into imperial territory in one go.
But their long-term success made them arrogant.
Their rapid advance left the support troops far behind.
Originally meant to be a dagger thrust deep into enemy territory, they now found themselves in the tragic situation of being surrounded.
No one dared to speak loudly, and lighting fires was not allowed.
The 9th Army Group was trapped deep in imperial territory.
The encirclement was getting smaller and smaller, but they still hadn't found a way to break through.
Seeing the enemy drawing ever closer, all the soldiers felt despair.
Even those seeking release with Ilya became fewer.
At this critical m0ment between life and death, no one had the heart to still seek pleasure.
So Ilya had not tasted a cock for nearly half a month.
She went to find Joey, but that guy wouldn't come down from the tree.
This boy had become a warrior after experiencing many battles.
He resolutely stood watch in the tree, observing the movements all around.
Ilya felt very bored. She listlessly fingered her pu$$y in her shack (the doghouse had long since been unable to be built due to lack of supplies), but could never reach orgasm.
"Sigh... I still need a real cock... My pu$$y is going to grow cobwebs..."
"Should I burn the nearest encircling army to the south?"
Just as she was considering whether to help the 9th Army Group, her ears suddenly twitched and she used her divine power to hear voices from the command room:
"We have no choice but to form a suicide squad."
"Yes, we must sacrifice some people to let others escape and maintain our forces."
"The 9th Vanguard Army cannot all die here!"
"What's the target? Which direction should we break through?"
"The northern canyon here, their forces should be the fewest there."
"I don't know."
"What's the terrain like? How are the enemy forces deployed?"
"None of our scouts have returned alive..."
"Sigh, it's easy to form a suicide squad, but we can't let them die in vain..."
"We need a new scout to investigate the enemy deployment in the northern canyon."
"Who should we send?"
The room fell silent for a m0ment, then a voice familiar to Ilya spoke up.
"I'll go."
Joey?
Ilya raised an eyebrow, sensing a new plot development.
"Joey Grant, 17 years old this year, has performed well since enlisting at 14, earned a second-class reconnaissance merit, is agile and clever... Not bad, sir, I think we can let Joey try."
"Hmm... Joey, do you understand the dangers of this mission?"
"I understand."
"Good, then get ready and set out as soon as it's dark."
"May Goddess Ilya bless you, brave soldier!"
"May the Goddess bless the 9th Vanguard Army!"
After hearing the conversation in the command room, Ilya's lips curled into a smile. She already had an idea...
Since no one was using her to relieve their lust anymore, no one paid special attention to her, so it was quite easy to slip out.
Besides, who could keep watch over a goddess?
Ilya quietly followed behind Joey, who was dressed all in black, but she was discovered before going far.
"Who's there?!"
Ilya smiled and raised both hands as she walked towards Joey.
"It's me. Joey, you've improved a lot. Your senses are quite sharp."
"Miss Ilya?! What are you doing here? It's dangerous! Go back quickly!"
"Hehe."
Ilya gave a light laugh and said:
"You're going to scout the enemy camp in the northern canyon, right?"
"You... how do you know?"
"Never mind how I know. Anyway, you know this mission has an 80-90% chance of failure, right?"
Joey actually didn't have much confidence in gathering intelligence.
Because the scouts sent before were all experienced professionals who had served for over a decade.
He was just a young boy with little experience, driven only by passion.
"The previous people failed because they had no plan, but I have a brilliant plan that can save the 9th Army Group..."
Hearing Ilya say this, Joey's eyes immediately lit up.
Afterwards, Ilya told Joey her entire plan...
At dawn, a man and a woman walked brazenly through the forest.
A chain connected to a collar around the woman's neck. The woman wore a black cloak that concealed her features.
The two were Joey and Ilya.
An arrow suddenly struck the tree next to Joey, barely missing his head.
"Halt! Who goes there?!"
Joey looked towards the source of the voice, where a soldier stood with bow drawn.
He couldn't help but feel afraid.
He hadn't sensed this person's presence at all. If he had been armed, he would surely be a corpse by now!
"Don't shoot! I mean no harm!"
As he spoke, Joey raised the white cloth in his hand, signaling surrender.
The soldier with the bow blew a whistle, and over a dozen men immediately emerged from the surroundings.
Joey was trembling with fear.
These men tied Joey and Ilya's hands and led them out of the forest into a heavily guarded camp.
Throughout this, their heads were covered with black bags, so Joey had no way to observe and gather intelligence.
Finally, their escorts stopped.
Then the cloth was lifted from their heads, and Joey could suddenly see his surroundings clearly.
This was a military tent, with a white-bearded soldier standing by a sand table at the front. Judging by his clothes, he must be a general.
Joey glanced around with his peripheral vision. There were about a dozen alert guards, their armor gleaming coldly.
"You're from the 9th Army Group? Why have you come here?"
The general questioned Joey in a tone that brooked no argument.
"Respected general, the 9th Army Group is at the end of its rope, in complete chaos. I did not wish to die with those fanatical religious zealots, so I have come to surrender."
"Surrender? Have you brought any military intelligence?"
"No, I'm just a menial worker. I know nothing about troop deployments."
"Then what reason does this general have to spare your life and protect you?"
"General, though I have no military intelligence, I have brought a treasure."
"What treasure?"
Joey stood up and pulled off Ilya's black cloak, revealing a voluptuous woman in s3xy attire with an alluring expression.
It was Ilya.
Ilya's clothes were just a few scraps of fabric sewn together, with large patches of snow-white skin exposed.
Her two breasts were enormous, yet didn't sag at all, proudly standing firm.
There was a hole in the fabric below, and under her carefully trimmed golden pubic hair, her wet pu$$y was completely exposed to everyone's view.
Even more precious was Ilya's face of peerless beauty, enough to entrance anyone who saw it.
The pure angelic face paired with the lustful devilish body immediately made the soldiers in the room uncomfortable.
They all bent over awkwardly, looking embarrassed.
"Who... who is this?"
"General, this is the 9th Army Group's camp follower dog. Her figure, looks and lewd hole are all top-notch. She's been well-trained to be very obedient, and her body can accept all kinds of play. Even 24 hours of non-stop r@pe won't hurt her."
The general was already staring wide-eyed. He murmured in a daze:
"Not bad... not bad..."
"The secret to the 9th Army Group soldiers' high morale and invincibility lies with this woman."
"Oh? How so?"
"This woman's love juices have miraculous effects. Whether drunk or touched with one's cock, they can restore strength and invigorate the spirit!"
"Such magic?! No wonder I've heard the 9th Army Group is like a group of berserkers, tireless and incredibly fierce..."
Seeing this, Joey continued:
"If the general doesn't believe me, you can verify it yourself. Experience the wonder and you'll know I haven't lied."
The general looked again at Ilya, who was leaking love juices from being ogled, and nodded.
"Alright, I'll try it!"
With that, he grabbed Ilya with one hand and revealed a thick cock, forcefully inserting it into her pu$$y.
"Ah!"
Because of the lubrication from her juices, there was no need for foreplay. The general's cock entered smoothly and began thrusting non-stop, splashing out countless juices.
His strong hands gripped Ilya's plump s3xy buttocks as he buried his face in her breasts.
Ilya felt her nipples sucked into his mouth, waves of suction coming from the tips.
She involuntarily secreted fragrant milk.
The air was suddenly filled with a milky aroma.
Ilya's pu$$y was truly a legendary vessel. Even the general's battle-hardened cock, tempered by years of use, couldn't resist for long.
He quickly shot a hot stream deep into Ilya's body.
The general pulled out his cock, then carelessly tossed Ilya onto the sand table, exclaiming:
"Very good! Very good! She's top quality, and I really do feel more energetic! You, what's your name?"
"Yes, you, Joey. You've done well, choosing the right path! Rest assured, this general will take you in and guarantee your safety for life!"
"Thank you, general."
"Good, then adjutant, find a room to put this woman in, and have the men take turns with her. Let everyone get energized. In four days, we set out to annihilate the enemy!"
The adjutant's cock was already rock hard. He had been waiting for the general to say this.
And so, Ilya went from being the 9th Army Group's meat toilet to the enemy army's meat toilet.
For three days and nights, Ilya was g@ng-r@ped non-stop.
There wasn't a clean spot left on her body.
Her smooth golden hair had become sticky and white.
Her anus and pu$$y were stretched wide open by cocks, unable to close for a long time.
With each breath she took, her anus would contract and expel thick white fluid.
She had probably been fucked by about 2000 men. Basically everyone in the camp had taken her once.
The bald man currently thrusting his hips behind her was the last soldier.
After tonight, over 2000 soldiers in the camp would set out to annihilate the 9th Vanguard Army.
"sIutty bitch! Whore! So depraved!"
"Yes... this little sIut is the most depraved... Ah!"
The bald soldier sIapped Ilya's ass, sending ripples through her flesh and leaving a bright red handprint.
"This lewd ass of this little bitch! It was born to be fucked!"
Ilya seemed delirious, spewing degrading obscenities about herself non-stop.
"sIut! Whore! Stinking bitch!"
The bald man cursed as if his m0ther had died, or as if he had psychological trauma. He just wouldn't stop.
But Ilya didn't mind at all. The filthier and harsher the man's insults, the more excited she became.
Joey listened from the side, his face ashen, hands clenched into fists so tightly his nails dug into his palms.
As if on cue, the bald man noticed Joey's angry expression and was immediately fired up.
"Hey you useless trash! The little sIut you brought is pretty good! You're actually useful for something!"
Joey pretended not to hear, silently glaring at him.
"Hey, you dare glare at me?! Aren't you just a traitor and deserter? Who the fuck do you think you are?!"
As he spoke, he threw his dirty underwear at Joey's head.
Joey's eyes immediately blazed with anger, about to lose control.
"Fuck! I hate dogs like you the most! Even if..."
The bald man's words were cut off, and he would never have the chance to finish them.
Because his head had rotated 180 degrees, his cervical vertebrae completely shattered.
It was Ilya. She had unhesitatingly and deftly twisted the man's neck with her seemingly frail hands.
The man's dying eyes were filled with disbelief, as if unable to accept that he had died just like that.
Without inhibitory signals from the brain, the bald man's cock spurted out semen.
Because Ilya's pu$$y was still impaled on his cock, all the semen shot inside her.
This final ejaculation before death was spectacular and powerful.
Like a high-pressure water gun, the bald man's last life essence all penetrated into Ilya's womb.
"Ahhhh!"
She had a cervical orgasm from this man's dying ejaculation!
After Ilya's orgasm subsided, Joey gently lifted her off the man's corpse.
When the cock was pulled out, the semen that had been plugged inside immediately flowed down Ilya's thighs, staining Joey's pants.
"Ilya, you..."
Ilya put a finger to Joey's lips again, then said softly:
"You can insult me however you want, I like it. But insulting my little Joey is not allowed."
Joey's eyes grew moist. No matter how tall or strong he became, in front of Ilya he would always be called "little Joey".
Ilya truly treated him gently like an older sister.
Before he could finish being moved, he suddenly heard chaos erupt outside.
The sounds of people running back and forth, wailing, and various things being knocked over.
Joey and Ilya walked out to see a scene of hell on earth.
The ground was covered in corpses - all the soldiers from the camp. Blood flowed from their seven orifices, their faces twisted grotesquely, their bodies contorted unnaturally as they lay on the ground.
Those still standing were also falling ill, clutching at their throats, painfully and cruelly departing this world.
Joey and Ilya walked silently through this purgatory, stepping over corpse after corpse, finally arriving at a golden tent.
This was the supreme commander's headquarters.
The white-bearded general was kneeling on the ground in agony. When he heard footsteps, he suddenly raised his head, startling even Joey.
Blood constantly seeped from the general's eyes, and blood mixed with bits of internal organs spewed from his mouth.
He stared at Ilya in shock, reaching out a hand and grasping wildly in the air, as if trying to strangle her.
"You! You..."
He collapsed weakly to the ground, his eyes fixed on Ilya, his lips moving slightly to utter his final words:
"You... actually... have poison in your cunt!"
With a final spurt of blood, the white-bearded general breathed his last.
With this, over 2000 people in the entire camp, including the commander, all died violently!
This was Ilya's plan!
She had Joey pretend to surrender and offer her to the white-bearded general.
Then she used the pretext of boosting strength and morale to tempt the general into giving orders.
Afterwards, Ilya was r@ped by all the soldiers, basically infecting everyone with her fluids.
But Ilya had long since modified her body.
The love juices she now secreted were the most potent poison!
Perhaps nothing would happen for a day or two, but after the third day it would take effect en masse.
This poison was created by divine power. When it took effect, it worked extremely quickly and had absolutely no antidote.
So anyone who had s3x with Ilya or came in contact with her fluids was doomed to die!
Looking at it now, the plan was flawless and perfect.
Although Ilya could have eliminated these people with a wave of her hand, that wouldn't have been any fun.
Now after being brutally g@ng-r@ped for three days and nights, Ilya was truly satisfied to her core.
"Thank you, Ilya."
"Hehe, no need to thank me. I did it for my own pleasure too."
"By the way, little Joey, do you want to have some fun with big sister?"
"Haha, just kidding!"
Just as Ilya was teasing Joey, suddenly everything around them grew quiet.
Not that there were no human sounds, but the kind of silence where even the wind and insects fell silent.
Time froze at this m0ment.
"Respected Goddess, I've come to receive you."
Sadogil slowly floated down from the sky, then knelt on one knee and kissed Ilya's pu$$y.
"Ah Sadogil, my pu$$y is covered in deadly poison you know."
As she spoke, Ilya used her finger to scoop up some of the fluids from her pu$$y, then brought it to her mouth and exaggeratedly licked it.
Sadogil's face suddenly stiffened, clearly feeling that the taste in his mouth just now was a bit off.
His originally spread six wings suddenly wilted into a bundle.
This was a gesture of fear and insecurity.
But Goddess Ilya smiled mischievously and pointed to her chest, saying:
"Suck a bit of my breast milk. It can detoxify you."
Sadogil stood up with an ugly expression, and like a martyr going to his death, slowly took Ilya's nipple in his mouth.
Then he began to suck like a baby.
"Mmm... feels good..."
Ilya closed her eyes in satisfaction and enjoyed it for a while before a sweet liquid flowed from her nipple.
After drinking the breast milk, Sadogil hurriedly let go and fearfully retreated several steps, keeping his distance from Ilya.
After releasing this breast milk, Ilya's body also underwent changes.
Her originally huge breasts now returned to a size that could be held in one hand.
Ilya changed back to that slender young girl from before.
She shook her golden hair and casually asked Sadogil:
"What are we doing this time?"
Sadogil said: "A Demon King has appeared and defeated the hero, imprisoning him and turning the hero into the Demon King's personal dildo for a thousand years."
"Oh my."
Ilya scratched her head in annoyance.
"Really now, I was hoping to wait for the hero to defeat the Demon King and then let him ascend to heaven to be my dildo. I didn't expect this naughty Demon King to make the first move, hmph."
As she spoke, she stomped her foot girlishly.
"I'll make this Demon King regret it! Hmph! I'll turn her into someone like Lilith!"
Sadogil thought of the Night Witch Lilith, who was also Lucifer's wife.
Ever since being violated by Ilya, her mind had become unstable and she spent every day in hell as a meat toilet for those low-level demons...
Sadogil couldn't help but mourn for the Demon King for a second.
"Then let's go now, Goddess Ilya."
"Hmm... wait, let me say goodbye to him."
Sadogil looked at Ilya in shock, his face full of disbelief.
He had never seen Ilya say goodbye to a dildo before!
But Sadogil didn't dare ask more, lest he invite trouble. He flapped his wings and flew away.
He hurriedly retreated two steps warily, but when he saw the girl's face and distinctive golden hair clearly, he instinctively said:
"Ilya?!"
Ilya smiled sweetly and said:
"That's right! It's me."
Joey looked at Ilya in disbelief, very puzzled how the voluptuous mature woman from just now had suddenly turned into a slender young girl.
Suddenly he realized it was impolite to look at a naked girl like this, and hurriedly blushed as he dr@ped his clothes over Ilya.
"You're still such a gentleman, little Joey."
"You... how did you become like this?"
"That's not important. I'm here to say goodbye."
"Goodbye?! Ilya! Are you leaving?!"
"Yes, I have some business to attend to."
"How long will you be gone?!"
"Hmm, a very long time. In any case, I definitely won't be coming back."
"But but but..."
Joey suddenly had no words. He clenched his fists, bit his lip tightly, his eyes becoming a bit moist.
"Oh? Oh? Have you really fallen for me?"
Hearing Ilya's question, Joey finally couldn't hold back. Tears flowed from his eyes as the girl before him suddenly blurred.
"Oh, don't cry."
Ilya patted Joey's head like she was comforting a child.
But now Joey was much taller than Ilya, so she had to stand on tiptoe to reach.
"Don't tell me you want to marry me?"
Hearing this question, Joey stopped crying and suddenly looked at Ilya seriously. After a few seconds, he nodded solemnly.
"Wow! Your tastes are so strange! I'm very promiscuous you know! One cock isn't enough to satisfy me!"
"I know!"
"Eh??? Even if we were together, I'd still go out seeking pleasure even after marriage. Can you accept that?"
"I accept!"
"Even if I was naked in the street being g@ng-r@ped by your neighbors, your friends, passersby, and beggars right in front of you, and you could only watch, would you still be willing?"
"I... I'm willing!"
Ah! This person is beyond saving!
Ilya was shocked.
He's a pure cuckold slave!
Oh no, she had trained this pure young man into something strange.
This won't do, this won't do. She had to leave quickly.
"Joey, listen carefully. I understand your feelings, but I can't stay. My lewd hole belongs to all creatures on the continent. I can't be tied down by you."
Joey clearly wanted to say more, but Ilya didn't give him the chance at all.
Ilya returned the clothes to Joey, then pulled a silk-wrapped dildo from her pu$$y. She unwrapped the silk and handed it to Joey, then reinserted the dildo into her pu$$y.
"This silk contains the essence of my love juices. I'm giving it to you as a memento. And this silk is different from others - the love juices on it can last for hundreds of years without evaporating. Just smelling it will invigorate you and help you recover from injuries faster."
"Well then, goodbye for now."
As if she had never existed here, only a faint fragrance in the air and the damp silk in his hand told of a promiscuous woman who had once been here...
Joey clutched the silk tightly in his hand, then brought it to his nose for a sniff.
It was that familiar scent...
Afterwards, this silk became Joey's family heirloom.
Later, Joey returned to the 9th Vanguard Army and reported that he had poisoned all the enemies in the northern canyon. So the 9th Vanguard Army immediately broke through the encirclement without stopping.
No one was injured in this operation.
The 9th Vanguard Army successfully rendezvoused with the outer main force and brought back countless valuable pieces of intelligence.
And because of his meritorious service in breaking through, as well as killing an imperial general, Joey was promoted to knight commander as an exception.
Later he fought fiercely on the battlefield, fearless of death, and earned countless military merits.
Step by step he climbed up and finally became the First General.
And because he always wrapped his face with silk on the battlefield, people called him the Masked General.
Of course, Joey also married and had children later.
But those who knew him well knew that on the first of every month, he would hold a party.
And the main character of this party was his wife.
The supporting roles were all men without exception.
This became the only point of criticism or inside joke about Joey as the First General.
There were also rumors in town saying that the valiant Masked General liked to watch his wife being played with by others, that he could only get hard by watching his wife under other men.
And in the middle of the night, there was often a naked woman walking the streets followed by men.
