Netori: Reborn as the Human Aphrodisiac

Her love juice squirted nonstop, pumping the Human Aphrodisiac with so much energy that the dragon horns and tail he kept hidden till now popped out on their own, shining in the same violet flames that coiled up Mithras' frame.

Mithras didn't care, picking up the pace and rotating his tongue at maximum speed.

Even a magic wand crafted by the Lord himself couldn't possibly feel this good. The vibrations and occasional heat waves put the Grand Priestess' pussy on fire. And realizing that the body she'd nurtured and preserved for a millennium was about to devolve into an 18-year-old horndog's toy, the Grand Priestess couldn't help but reconsider her life choices.

"Hornboy…don't—stop! Aaaah!" Jerking back and flicking upward, Mithras' tongue squeezed out another burst of squirting juice out of the Grand Priestess, making her body collapse in one orgasm to many. Akamana's legs gave up here, her ass cheeks sinking into Mithras' hand as he kept her standing with his grip strength alone.

Step by step, milliliter after milliliter, Mithras' body was growing stronger on Akamana's supersteroid-packed juice, his Violet Flames stabilizing as his Evolution neared a critical juncture. His Sid rank and level were also going through the roof, improving at a speed that made the current number-one talent of the junior generation, Celestia di Elektra, look like a tortoise.

Mithras ignored those gains, a sweet-scented pink fluid coating his fingers as he spread Akamana's ass cheeks wide open, revealing her throbbing butt crack. The Grand Priestess' eyes widened on the spot. But before she could mount a protest, Mithras stepped up a gear, sucking on her clit and walls while producing more pink fluid…this time straight outa his mouth.

The moment the unknown lubricant poured on her clit, Akamana's tongue almost lolled out, and her arms hung on the side, trembling alongside her legs.

'And he can even produce aphrodisiac lubricants on command! Un…believable! From what woman-hating devil did all these X-rated abilities come froooom?

Mithras, even your boneheaded parents didn't possess such corrupt powers!' The Grand Priestess wondered. But when Mithras pushed his fluid-soaked middle fingers into Akamana's butthole, her thoughts came to a screeching halt. Her brain shutting down for an instant.

The moment next, the Grand Priestess swallowed her pride, lowering her eyes, and watching as the dragon youth sucked her cunt proper.

"Ahh…I-I know you weren't…very fond of…your father. But how would you like…to learn more about your mom? I…can tell you everything. Ohhh…her past…whether she's still alive. And if so…where." With all the strength she had left, Akamana squeezed those words out, causing Cassandra and Mithras' faces to change at the words.

Akamana's face brightened at their reaction. But in that same breath, Mithras' lips curled into a mischievous smirk.

"Sorry, I don't really care. She could be the God-Empress of Myriad Paradises or the Lord's only begotten child that I still wouldn't give a damn.

To me, that woman is the traitor who abandoned me and my sister when we needed her the most. I pray for her we never meet.

For I swear on all that I hold dear…and on the Lord almighty, that if that bitch dares to cross my path, I will stretch her holes into the most gaping tunnels the world has ever seen…before breaking her into the finest pet ever!" Along the way, Mithras' smile vanished, replaced by a violent and borderline psychotic look that didn't feel right on his baby face.

Akamana wouldn't get the chance to comment. Mithras' lube-soaked middle fingers jointly pushed into the Grand Priestess' hole, giving her the second discovery of the day: anal pleasures.

The middle fingers spun like windmills, prompting ultra-fast friction that sent jolts of bliss blasting through the Grand Priestess' back. Her last bit of strength died here, and by the time Mithras pulled out his fingers, Akamana had fallen flat on her back, lying on the smoldering ground as a massive twister of violet flames spiraled upward, keeping her and Mithras isolated from the world.

Now comes the final act…and with it a crucial choice. For Mithras, the easier path moving forward would be to blow his load in Akamana's cunt for as long as possible. The more of his essence she received, the more mellow and obedient she'd become. That way, even after the aphrodisiac's effects wore off, she would no longer be a threat.

The Human Aphrodisiac constitution was a tyrant-class talent, after all. Throughout the universe, few could overcome its powers. And sadly, for the Grand Priestess, she'd not yet reached that level. So, in theory, Mithras could go ahead and claim the main prize.

The situation didn't allow for compassion. But there was one problem—300, in fact.

From the start to now, the 300 Zealots stayed on the sidelines, watching the confrontation while beating drums as ordered by their leader. At first, since Akamana was just messing around, this didn't matter. But once Mithras managed to trick the Grand Priestess into self-sabotage, they should have intervened.

So why didn't they?

Elektra powered with Mithras' Violet Flame could no doubt mop the floor with any individual zealot. But they had 300, 195 at the peak of Great Expansion, 100 at the Golden Palace, and 5 at Blood Longevity. All Gurus as well. Once they went mad, the situation would go from manageable to catastrophic.

But to say nothing of throwing a fit, all 300 stayed calm and composed—even going as far as to shut down their senses so they wouldn't see or hear their leader's state. Why? To protect her pride, or because…she wasn't in danger?

A bit of both, perhaps. There was only one way to find out!

"Sorry, but now I realize that for Ishtar, there is no evil I am not willing to commit. Family…true family…is sacred after all," Mithras picked his poison, and unbuckled his pants, letting drop alongside his clerical robes.

A gigantic pair of violet draconic wings emerged from his back, flapping as his skin took a purple shade…and his monstercock aimed at the Grand Priestess' cunt.

The walls had been lubed to perfection, now missing only the insertion. Mithras went in—determined to bring the beauty to submission. But as his cock pushed through the entrance, making the Grand Priestess experience the feeling of an erect meatpole pressing into her insides, a violet crest flashed on Akamana's lower abdomen, casting a barrier before her hymen…and sending Mithras flying back.

'HA! Tough luck, cutie pie, but to make sure I wouldn't get ruined by my old man like my mom did, I performed austerities to Bhaira, Goddess of Iron Maidens, and made the Iron Vow of Chastity, starting my warrior journey. Unless I fall in love with you, you can't fuck me!' Akamana didn't have the strength to say the words, so she just kept the thought to herself, casting Mithras a defiant smile.

Little did the Human Aphrodisiac know that, for the imperceptible split of a second, a hint of disappointment flashed through the Grand Priestess' eyes.

"No worries. For as men of culture often say, if there's a hole…" The Human Aphrodisiac didn't lose hope, and with an impish smile, he pulled the Grand Priestess closer, raising her legs and pushing them so far back that her butt now faced his lower abdomen—with his cock aiming at her buttcrack!

"There…will always be a goal!" Mithras said with a cheerful laugh and sent his cock crashing into the Grand Priestess' ass.