Netori: Reborn as the Human Aphrodisiac

Lewd and obscene noises soon became the only signs of life in the medicinal bath—eventually drowned by Honoria's moans which became louder by the second. Mithras' cock raced in the noble hussy's hole, bringing out splashes of love juice as it dragged against her walls.

Tits bouncing, legs flailing, ass clapping, Honoria became a mess, her hair unfolding like a wild mane while her cheeks flushed and her lust reached its peak. The hussy's legs wrapped around Mithras' waist, helping him fuck her faster, deeper, and shaping her hole into a new mold.

"Fuck you! Fuck me! Oh…you son of a bitch—yes!" It wasn't long before Honoria entered a trance, and moving on autopilot, she sent her legs as far back as she could, helping her plump butt meet Mithras' hammering. The bunny ears and tail swayed alongside the vibrations, Honoria's personality made a 180 spin, and she started speaking obscenities, looking more like a porn actress than a noble lady.

Mithras gritted his teeth, gyrating his hips at maximum speed, and breeding his foul-mouthed bunny girl with liters of five-star cream. At first, Honoria stayed defiant, raising her buttocks, and boldly challenging her boss' limits:

"Death…fuck me to death—to death! Make your cock the last thing I remember from this world…oh... ah... fuck!" With startling words and throaty groans, the noble hussy convulsed on her owner's dick, riding wave after wave of orgasms.

Mithras didn't stop. On the contrary, his speed doubled the moment next, breaking past limits to cram the hussy's hole with another meat race!

The monstercock hit one homerun after another, causing Honoria's love juice to squirt all over the place. To the onlooker, it almost seemed as if Mithras was trying to squeeze Honoria's cunt to its last drop of juice, like an incubus on a mission.

"Ah... ah...you, ah...wave, ah full..." Swimming in a pool of euphoria, Honoria's eyes rolled back, her tongue hanging on the side as her fingers flashed the peace sign.

It appeared Mithras' dick had knocked the sense out of her, removing the ability to speak coherent words. Honoria's waist tried to keep up the pace, but her legs went weak, flailing while her tits bounced under Mithras' dragon rod. His cock tensed up, and with a loud grunt, he delivered the fifth load of the day to Honoria's cunt—she passed out the moment next, keeping a silly smile on her face.

"Hum! Hum! Let this be a reminder that, while you are no doubt a hussy, I am and will always be…much worse," Mithras said with a sweet and cheerful smile. And after giving Honoria's cheeks a last squeeze, Mithras transferred three mansions she owned to his name, then stood up, spinning 180, and facing his godmother with a wicked smile.

"You still remember I exist?! Nonono, please continue. I wouldn't dream of spoiling your fun," with a grumpy snort, Cassandra turned the other way, pouting as she pretended to ignore her godson.

"Oh, godmother, how could you say that? I was just disciplining the troops to make sure our house stays in order. If anything, you should be praising me!

Wooh, my life's so hard. Oh well…we will have plenty of time to reach an understanding. But first…" Here, Mithras paused, spreading his Sensory Secret beyond the medicinal bath. His face twisted the moment next, matching the abrupt shift in his heart rate.

Beyond the royal palace, great tongues of fire coiled towards the sky, smoldering mansions, and collapsing houses lining up the streets alongside piles of corpses that multiplied the closer one got to the palace's doors. Representants of all backgrounds gathered in the casualties, even members of the Three-Way Church!

The greatest of all taboos, harming the Lord's servants, became an unremarkable detail in the enemy's carnage. It was complete madness. And when the realization that enemies who dared to slaughter the church's priests had arrived in the hundreds settled, Mithras only had one thought:

Flee!

"Where…is Nagini?"

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Meanwhile, inside and around the royal chambers, Gaiseric's royal guards assembled, most of them prostrated on the ground, and crying to no end.

'Your angel is my nightmare, and your savior my tormentor.' This saying, common among the kingdom's gentry, perfectly reflected the situation. To the high aristocracy, Gaiseric was a ruthless dictator who wasted no opportunity to weaken their houses, bury their hopes and shatter their dreams.

But to the members of the royal guard, the king was their father, brother, uncle and more—the sugar daddy who endeavored to give them no shortage of wealth and privileges.

He was the central figure of their existence, yet in his hour of need, they became helpless figurants—watching as their beloved monarch turned into a withered corpse.

With the king dead and the male line ended, the royal guard had lost its compass, becoming obsolete overnight.

"They say a good servant should train his mind to see hope in all disasters. Though the male line has fallen, the royal family still has a princess. We must bring the crown to Her Highness and convince her to retake the Uriah name so she may continue the royal line," the Grand Commandant said, his hands trembling as he reached for Gaiseric's hammer.

The Blood-Smelting Hammer was both the king's weapon and insignia, enabling him to sit on the throne and wear the blood crown. However, the Hammer didn't acknowledge females, making it impossible for a woman to become the ruler of the nation.

For that reason, Gaiseric planned to have Mithras seduce his daughter so he could marry into the House of Uriah and succeed him as Celestia's husband.

Sadly, man proposes; God disposes.

And though the royal guards knew Celestia couldn't inherit the hammer, with Vel'Asha in a coma, what else could they do?

A servant disgraces himself by outliving his master. As the Grand Commandant grabbed the Blood-Smelting Hammer, the officers of the royal guard resolved to lead their troops in a suicidal charge against the Angra Theocracy and buy their leader time.

They wouldn't get the chance, because the moment the Grand Commandant touched the legendary weapon, a twister of silver flames lit up the royal chambers.

An elegant woman walked out of the elemental blaze, shrouded from head to toe in tongues of silver flames.

"That will not be necessary. Celestia doesn't need that disgusting thing to inherit her birthright. From now on, I will be handling royal matters. You may withdraw," Elektra said in a cold and deadpan tone. But if on other occasions, his eyes would have lit up at the queen's appearance, this time around, the Grand Commandant turned red, seething with a mix of rage and hatred.