Chapter 56 – Episode 8.5- The High Priestess Kneels (4)

*All characters appearing are adults.
*This is a fictional story that is nothing but fiction. Never follow

“Haha, haha, haha…”

The mad party ended before dawn.

Only after all the Demon Soldiers were satisfied, Michael was finally freed.
The soldiers, who had resolved all their sexual desires today, returned to their camps with a promise for tomorrow.
In a dark space lit only by the moonlight, only two women were spread out on the floor.

Michael’s body was miserable.
His whole body was covered with semen, and his golden hair was stained with semen as well.
Semen flowed continuously between the crotch.
All I could do was twitch and moan.

Haha, haha… Oh my god…”

Next to Michael, priest Foldon had collapsed.
She, too, was covered in semen.
Both her brown hair and her priestly robes were stained with semen.
Her priestly clothes, which she always concealed, were also tattered, revealing her breasts.

“Keep on praying. I have fallen, but I want to be your slave all the time.”

But Pauldon didn’t care.
I only want to enshrine the goddess Minerva.
Although he has already fallen, he only wishes to continue to be with the goddess.
Empty gray eyes stared into space at her, begging to be heard.

‘Shit.’

Seeing this, Michael sighed inwardly.

‘If I hadn’t lost…’

If she had survived the ambush, she would not have suffered such disgrace if she had been in good shape.
She would not have been forced to become a woman, would have prevented her men from being humiliated, would have kept the woman she loved.
She would have become the slave of the demon king’s daughter, and she would not have been constantly humiliated.
It may have prevented the priest in front of her from going crazy.

But she was defeated and her tragedy struck.
She is now doomed to a strange fate waiting for her body to corrupt.
There was no way out of this fate.
This situation really saddened Michael.

‘Oh, it still hurts. Hyo, the effect should have ended by now…’

My stomach still hurt.
The struggling little bird fell silent as Foldon cast her spell.
However, her pre-existing labor pains continued.
Feeling the pain of his flesh being torn in real time, Michael couldn’t get up even if he wanted to get up.
The slightest movement makes the pain worse.

‘Ho, by any chance?’

Maybe I want to come out?
The moment I thought so, my vision suddenly darkened.

“What is it?”
“Michael. Please open your mouth. I’ll feed you semen.”

Suddenly, Pauldon sat on Michael’s face.
Putting the mouth of his semen-soaked cunt close to Michael’s mouth, Pauldon grabbed Michael’s neck with both hands.

“If you ask me to open it, I don’t think they will, so I’ll open it myself.”
“Ha, don’t! Summer solstice… Aaaaah?

Magical power was injected through the hand holding his neck, and Michael’s mouth opened wide.

A tunnel was created that could go directly from his mouth to his stomach.
Michael tried to shut him up, but he was to no avail.
He couldn’t close his mouth as if he had been gagged.

What Folden did was one of the torture spells.
It is a magic with the simple effect of forcibly opening the prisoner’s mouth.
It’s just a simple effect, but I could do anything with my mouth open.

It could be semen fed, excrement fed, or anything else.
If it comes in, it will automatically be swallowed.
You can even pull out your teeth and tongue, making it very painful.

The spell does not break unless the user dies.
All prisoners can do is suffer and struggle.
I would confess everything, or I would surrender, so begging to be released was the only way to be freed from torture.

Now, Folden used this spell to feed Michael his semen.
To feed the semen that filled the womb.
Pauldon let go of his grip on his neck and put his hands on his hips.

“I’ll feed you delicious semen. Haha!”
“Aaaaa

Stop it, don’t do it, don’t feed it. Not to feed
Michael cried out like that, but it was useless.
Folden began using his divine powers to extract the semen from his womb.
The opening of her cunt opened, and thick semen began to flow out and into Michael’s mouth.

“Ahhhhh? Kururrrr!”

A bowl of semen runs down Michael’s throat and fills his stomach.
There are no obstructions in the entryway.
Michael struggled, but to no avail.
It was because even though he struggled, his throat made a gurgling sound of its own as he swallowed the semen.

‘Damn it, damn it!’

I eat even though I don’t want to eat.
I have to deny it, but my body won’t listen.
Michael had no choice but to eat until Pauldon’s womb was empty.

“Huh, huh, huh…”
“How are you, Michael? The semen in my pussy is so delicious, right?”
“Sounds like that… Summer solstice… Mind…”

When he finished eating the semen, the spell in his throat was lifted.
Michael, barely able to speak, glared at Foldon fiercely.

He asked if it was delicious when he force-fed it.
As pitiful as it is, this is not it.
In my mind, I wanted to shoot right away.

But I couldn’t.

‘It’s disgusting, but it’s delicious.’

I really don’t want to eat it, but I want to vomit this fishy semen right away, but it’s so delicious.
It’s so delicious that I just want to keep eating it.

It’s a shame it ended like this. I want to eat some more, some more cum.
I wish she would let me taste more semen in her mouth.

That longing continues to burn.
Even though he knew he shouldn’t, Michael couldn’t stop it.
When I thought I didn’t want to eat, I got a strange chill and my teeth chattered.

“Now, here is the semen. Come on, open your mouth. Because I can’t spill it.”
“Ugh…”

Now, even if Pauldon used his divine power to extract the semen from Michael’s vagina and show him the vial containing the semen, it was impossible to get rid of it.
Even when the mouth of the vial was facing down, semen dripped through the mouth, and the moment he ate the semen came, it was impossible for Michael to keep his mouth shut.

“Gulp, gulp, gulp…”

Just swallow
I swallow this thick lump of mucus, the lump of fishy mucus, the lump of slime that smells fishy but is full of savory aroma.

I didn’t even think about not eating, nor did I have to vomit.

Eat only
You must eat this delicious food.
That was all I could think of.

It should be disgusting, but Michael was confused by his own appearance that he took for granted.
He couldn’t tell if he had been brainwashed unknowingly or if he was just insane.

‘What am I going to do now?’

She was forced to become a woman.
All of her muscles gained from her training became lumps of flesh.
She became a mass of flesh and became unbearably large breasts.
The milk was always full, the milk was always overflowing, and it always hurt when the milk was not expressed.
She suffered from pain and had to pump milk all the time.
If she couldn’t use the milking machine, she had to drink her breast milk by biting her nipples with her own mouth.

She wasn’t the only body remodeled.
Her head was also remodeled.
Whenever she sees a man’s cock, her face always turns red with excitement, and when she sees semen, she has the urge to eat it.
It was definitely semen that had nothing but a disgusting smell, but the savory smell always relaxed.
I was intoxicated by the smell and my mouth was salivating.

‘All of her men and Nefiel were taken away.’

Her men all bowed their heads.
I can’t stand it any longer. Now I want to get out of this hell.
The Goddess also declared surrender, asking what could she expect from a situation where she was enslaved.
The surrendered subordinates became fallen angels with black wings.

It was the same with Nephiel.
Nefiel, who had vowed to resist for the sake of her Michael, was also broken by her demon’s constant insults, and fell for her demon’s persuasion and eventually betrayed her Michael.
She became pregnant with a demon’s child and became a bride who wanted her to be born soon.

She lost everything
Her pride, her lover, her subordinates, all were lost.
All that remains is the desire to eat semen.
I want to eat even though I know I shouldn’t think like that.
I want to keep eating until my stomach bursts and I die.

‘Am I going to become a fallen angel now?’

I want to hold out.
I don’t want to give in to Junice even if I end up living like a piece of shit.
Even if I end up living buried in semen, I don’t want to bow my head to him.
Even if she had to lose herself, Michael didn’t want to become her Demon’s minion.

But even with that thought in mind, his wings are already dyed black.
Progress is slow, but it’s just too late.
No matter how hard one struggles, once the fungus grows, the fate of being contaminated will not change.

And, that will be the end of Angel Michael.

“Huh? Ughhhhh?”

It was then that the pain suddenly got worse.

“A boat, a boat… My stomach…”
“Why is that? Where… Hmm…”

As Michael complained of pain, Pauldon looked down at the floor, his eyes narrowing. And he immediately took off the priestly robe he was wearing and laid it on the floor.

“She thought it was soon, but she never thought it would be today,” She says. It is too late to call a doctor, so I will take responsibility.”
“Chae, you are responsible. Come on, can you?”
“Yes, that is unlikely. I will offer it to you, Michael-sama, please take heart.”
“Ha, ha, yea, the pain is… Huh?”

Pauldon took Michael in his arms.
She laid Michael on her own priestly robe spread on the floor and sat on Michael’s back in a cross-legged position.
Raising Michael halfway, Pauldon placed Michael’s head on top of her voluptuous chest.
She took off her priestly clothes, leaving her naked, but Folden didn’t care.

This is because the priority now is to ensure that Michael’s daughter is born safely.

“Ughhhhh… Ughhhhh.”

Gritting his teeth, Michael lowered his gaze to his lower stomach.
The amniotic fluid had burst and the floor was soaked with water.
I never expected to see this scene again.
Even Michael, who goes through every birth, couldn’t get used to this moment.

“Huh? Ughhhhh? Aaaaa!”

The pain gets worse and worse.
The little bird in the stomach struggles even more.
I keep struggling to get out.
It fluctuates more violently than when Folden cast the spell.
The more the little bird moved, the more Michael felt the pain.
It hurt so much that I grabbed the priest’s robe spread on the floor until my hand was bleeding.

“Michael, take a deep breath. Inhale and exhale slowly. Slowly, slowly.”
“Whoops, whoops, whoops, whoops.”

Following Pauldon’s instructions, Michael took a slow, deep breath.
With each inhalation and exhalation, his large breasts rose and fell.
He was barely able to come to his senses, but he was still in severe pain.
Deep breathing will no longer be of any use to him if he gets further traumatized.

“Ha-jaw, ha-dak, ha-dak, ha-dak. Oh, it hurts, it hurts so much.”
“It’s okay, Michael. Even if something goes wrong, Junice will help you. He wants to make you his servant. The daughters you gave birth to are also taken care of by Junice.”
“Me, I don’t want that kind of thing! No need! I don’t want to give birth to someone like that!”

Michael has given birth to dozens of daughters to date.
It was possible because the method used to advance the delivery date by using an accelerator when pregnant.
The daughters forcibly conceived by Junice become adults through growth stimulants and act as officers for the Legion.

In fact, Junice could have done more than this.
Like the lords and handmaidens of Floche, he was able to keep his daughters in his arms until they grew into adults.
I was able to force myself to give birth dozens of times in that condition.
The reason I didn’t do it was simple.

‘If it’s broken, you can’t use it. Even if they bully me, I have to do it in moderation.’

Because it breaks
If you continue to do that, Michael will be ruined, so I won’t do it. That was the reason.
Even if he didn’t use that method anyway, he could make him an adult in no time, so Junice didn’t think it was a big problem.

Naturally, Michael had no intention of accepting that as right.

“Oh, he is crazy. Crazy! I, committing such a dog thing to have me… Uuuuu!”

If I can’t get them, I’ll have them as pups.
To do so, he adopts Michael as his mother.
She takes them as mothers and turns them into livestock that give birth to daughters every day.
Until Michael himself surrenders, he continues to make it impossible to get out of this hell on the line that is not broken.

Is this acceptable? Have you ever wondered if this is acceptable?
That guy is crazy He is a psychopath who thinks this is right.
He can’t give his allegiance to someone like that.
He cannot give his love for a goddess to a madman.

“Uuuuu…”

The contractions got worse and Michael couldn’t even scream anymore.
His eyes are blurred and he can’t make good judgments.
Michael complained in a breathless voice to the priest who could only be seen in front of him.

“Hey, this is wrong. It’s wrong. This can’t be allowed, it can’t be allowed.”
“Does it still sound like that?”
“There’s no way it won’t come out. There’s no way you’ll come out why should I accept Why should I be that madman’s slave?”
“Because we lost.”

Pauldon held Michael’s face in his hand.
Looking straight into Michael’s eyes, Pauldon continued his speech.

“Sorry, Michael. But Michael has to admit too. That we lost You have to realize that you can’t live without being on the side of the demons.”
“Oh, no. Ooh, we… I, I did not lose! Ah, the human world hasn’t fallen yet!”
“No, I lost. The human world will fall. Michael-sama wouldn’t know that, so why are you still saying that? Frankly, it annoys me.”

How long are you going to complain?
Pauldon himself had once thought like Michael.
No matter how hardships he faces, he will be able to win if he perseveres to the end.
Justice will surely prevail and there will be an opportunity for a counterattack.
So, I decided to endure the current humiliation.

But, how long can you last?
How long can I wait for an opportunity to come?
How long do we have to rely on faith in the futility of salvation?
How long, how long can I be saved by living as the seed of demons?

Being raped by the villagers he believed in, being raped by demons, and continuing to be raped afterwards, Foldon realized.
Salvation does not come.
The only way left for them who lost the war was to become slaves.
The wisest thing to do is to become a slave and cling to the demons.

I was really sorry to the goddess, but there was no answer other than this.
The hero was defeated, and the kingdom of the Sun was captured.
The angels were enslaved, and more than half of the territory of the human world fell into the hands of demons.
The goddess is also captured and does not even give a revelation.

How can you say to hold on in this situation?
To endure is just to increase one’s suffering.
Now Michael is nothing more and nothing less than an idiot that increases his suffering.

“Until now, I didn’t tell you because it was Michael-sama, but now I have to. Please, stop being stubborn. Are you going to give up your chance to live? Are you going to give up your chance to regain your strength? Goddess wouldn’t want you to suffer like this.”
“Uh, don’t say, don’t say it. I, I!”
“Since it is the High Priest, it is something that the High Priest cannot yield to the demons. Chosen by the goddess, she herself cannot yield to the demon king’s daughter. Is that what you want to say? I know. Everyone knows that angels have unnecessarily high egos.”

Angels have high egos.
As he was raped by the demons, Pauldon realized that fact belatedly.

When he was in the church, he was considered really great people.
He hated the demons, loved justice, and considered it a duty to protect the human world.
She regretted not being born as an angel.

It was really pitiful to see people with such high pride being stubborn and unable to admit that they had lost.

I understand you don’t want to admit defeat.
I was defeated by the demons in vain without being able to properly exert myself.
She lost her hometown and lost her goddess.
You don’t want to accept this fact.
That’s why I’m going to be needlessly stubborn.

So, how can we get them to admit the reality?
The answer was simple.

“Aaaaa! Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it!”
“Please calm down, Michael. It has to be like this every day if you don’t wake up.”

It gives pain.
It hurts until you can’t stand it.
It tortures you endlessly until your wings turn black, until you abandon all your beliefs, until you become a madman.
Folden thought that was right and put his hand on Mikael’s belly.
And when he injected his magic power, the pregnant belly began to shake more.

“Aaaaagh! Stop! Stop! Stop!”
“Sorry, but I have no choice but to do more. If Michael doesn’t surrender to Junice, I have no choice but to do this.”

Folden continued to infuse his magic.
Every time I continued to inject, my stomach fluctuated more and the pain got worse.
It got so bad that Michael foamed at his mouth.
No matter how Michael, it is impossible to endure in this state.
With all his tears running down his nose, Michael held onto Paulden’s arm and begged.

“Hey, please stop. Please stop it. Stop it. This is not something people do. You are a god Is it okay for the priest to do this?”

I had no self-esteem anymore.
Fearing that he might go crazy if he continued on like this, fearing that he would go crazy and fall into Junice’s plaything, Michael fell into fear.
He begged for his life even though he knew that the priest in front of him was below him.

“Yes, I have no choice but to do that, Michael.”

The expression of the human priest looking at such a high priest was too cold. Pauldon smiled and replied,

“I’m really sorry, but this is my job and I can’t help it. I’m sorry, but I have no choice but to do this. Please understand.”

That smile was as cold as ice.
It was a very empty smile, as if everything had ended.

“Aaaaa

That night, along with the scream of an angel, the loud cry of a small bird rang out.