Chapter 219: The Unexpected Miracle of Grand Tonitas Fortress’s human troops (Part 1)

Chapter 219: The Unexpected Miracle of Grand Tonitas Fortress’s human troops (Part 1)

Translator: The Light

Editor: Kenny

After Marquis Charles’ troops retreated in defeat, the ownership of Kurrus Fortress fell into Steinbeck Fief’s hands as Clyde became the new owner of this place.

Since the warring sides didn’t choose to fight to the death during the Kurrus Fortress war, the casualties were not big. The number of casualties of both sides added up to less than one thousand people. Clyde and Marquis Charles deliberately made their subordinates exaggerate, vividly portraying this war as an epic level large-scale war, making this war look like a tragic war with tens of thousands of casualties. In any case, only the people involved with the war knew the actual number; it was almost impossible for outsiders to know about it.

In the depths of Kurrus Fortress, Clyde had occupied the bedroom which once belonged to Marquis Charles. He had Marquis Charles’ daughter, Miss Sivia, with him. Not long after Marquis Charles had left, Clyde had brought his daughter to the marquis’ bedroom. If Marquis Charles knew about this, then it would be hard to tell how he would be feeling about the situation, but his expression would certainly be interesting.

In Marquis Charles’ former bedroom, Clyde was playing wicked tricks. Miss Sivia was kneeling on the bed with a pale red face. Her white legs were clamped together, trying to cover up her already terrible state. But the fluid flowing down her white thighs and a strange wet stain on the pink bedsheet had betrayed her. It was very difficult to come up with an excuse.

Sivia used her hands to cover her chest, barely managing to cover her plump bosom. She shyly looked at this side. As soon as she had arrived at this room, the devil had stripped her naked then and there, turning her into a white lamb who could be exploited wantonly as pleased. On the other side of the bed, Clyde was taking liberties with a silverish-grey-haired beauty. The complexion of this beauty was red as her silverish-grey eyes were filled with embarrassment. She was Princess Annie, whose ‘owner contract’ was seized back by Clyde from Ancient Demon King Philip. Princess Annie had slumbered for over a thousand years. Per her real age, she already couldn’t be regarded as an ordinary little girl, and she also shouldn’t be so shy. Merely, a certain devil master played with her so much that she couldn’t withstand.

“Mas... Master, spare me! Don’t... don’t use the command spell! I will obey you, using command spells is too strange!”

“Annie, I’m testing whether that fellow, Philip, has betrayed me or not. I’m testing the effect of the command spell. You don’t need to mind me. The next order is...”

Annie’s complexion was bright red. Clyde was driven by his unique taste. According to the command spell method he learned from Ancient Demon King, he relied on the owner contract to give Princess Annie all kinds of shameful, wicked, and erotic commands. The command spell of the owner contract had no usage limit. It also didn’t have any cool-down period. Therefore, Clyde could play as he pleased.

Although Princess Annie was shy, her body was beyond her control as she followed a certain wicked devil’s instructions under the control of those command spells. She began to take off her clothes one by one in front of her master. The alluring appearance of undressing herself was exactly like an erotic dancer stripping her clothes. Everything was taken off from the outer robe to shoes and socks and then the final undergarments. Not even a piece of fabric was left on her body.

On the bed, other than Sivia, there were those Dark Shaman beauties as well. Like Sivia, they were also in a completely intoxicated state, turning into alluring white lambs. But they were different from Sivia; these war trophies had seductive eyes and a coquettish and enchanting expression on their faces. In addition, these white lambs were swaying as if they were in a peak state.

These war trophies had collar-type magic lines and strange magic marks on their navels which were emitting strange light as if something were happening. Those white lambs had a bright red face with their legs spread apart while their hands gently rubbed the outer region of their mysterious flower garden.

A certain devil master had previously used the pretext of testing the enslavement contract and experimented on these Dark Shaman beauties. But in fact, he was satisfying his wicked desires in the name of the experiment. Under the control of the enslavement contract, the war trophies were like puppets. Their hands and legs were completely out of their control. They could only act according to this devil’s commands. Although their fingertips didn’t reach deep into the final area as that layer of the membrane was not broken yet, just rubbing gently outside provided a great stimulation. Doing it in person would provide much bigger stimulation.

“Mas... Master, we beg you, spare us!”

“Master, spare us! We can’t hold on...”

“Why are you so embarrassed? You all are mine now. Next pose!”

Clyde unintentionally revealed a wicked smile and gave even wickeder and erotic commands to these Dark Shaman beauties. Taking advantage of the time before they could return to the Dark Church and work as planted agents, it was not a loss to play with them. Otherwise, once they returned to the Dark Church to carry out the mission, it would be difficult to look for them. The beauties on the bed and beside the bed were all dark attributed human beauties. Therefore, Clyde didn’t need to hold back too much while bullying them, fearing that his overflowing dark energy might injure them. He also didn’t need to excessively restrict the output of the dark energy.

Along with the wicked commands, the white lambs formed groups of two and hugged each other. They were divided into several groups and were made to do very shameful and erotic poses while kissing each other’s softest and sensitive bud area. They reached their peak under the intense mutual stimulation, forming an unusually wicked and erotic scene just like the ones seen in the erotic CG movies.

The Dark Shaman beauties were so embarrassed that they nearly lost their consciousness. What made them even more shameful was the fact that their body seemed to start liking that strange feeling. Clyde didn’t give them follow-up commands. All their actions afterward were their bodies’ honest reactions. After experiencing it for the first time, they would gradually loosen.

“After all of you return, I want the information about your saintess. That lass actually hung up my phone... no, hung up the magic communication crystal. She is too bold, I must find her and talk to her nicely.”

“Mas... Master, we cannot betray the Dark Church. Wait... wait, we’ll be obedient, we’ll act according to your wishes. May I ask which saintess’ information do you need?”

“There are more than one? Forget it, in any case, I don’t remember her traits, so it’s simply stupid to choose one, just tell me about all of them!”

Under the confusion of Clyde’s devilish words, these Dark Shaman beauties were unable to withstand. They could only preserve their position for a short while before they fell apart. They all agreed to Clyde’s wicked request while panting. They promised to give him detailed first-hand information of the Dark Church’s saintesses. In some aspects, the Dark Church was similar to the Light Church. The Dark Church also had more than one saintess.

During the communication, the Dark Church’s saintess was wearing a black veil, so he couldn’t see her features. Clyde couldn’t tell who she was. Therefore, he simply asked these Dark Shaman beauties to gather the information on all saintesses of the Dark Church for him. Afterward, he would use the elimination method to look for the person.

There were still many other war trophies in the bedroom. Those maids, who were used as sacrificial offerings for the summoning ritual magic array by Dark Shaman beauties in the discarded warehouse, were also here. As they were the maids of Sivia, they were invited to come here and provide special services to the new master together with their lady.

These war trophies still maintained their former state. Their smooth white skin would undoubtedly lure people into committing crimes. Although the iron chains were already untied, these white lambs had no courage to run away or resist. Everyone had already accepted their fate while lying on the soft carpet as they looked at Miss Sivia with a red face. Now, all of them had become a certain devil’s possession.

On the white necks of these war trophies, there was a black leather collar. A long iron chain was attached to the collar, whose other end was tied to a fixed ring beside the bed. Even if these white lambs wanted to escape, they couldn’t break free from the chain. Sivia shyly looked at her maids and those Dark Shaman beauties, deeply fearing Clyde, this devil master, would also give her some strange contract in the moment of excitement. If something like that were to happen, it would be terrible. With Sivia’s current mentality, her maximum endurance limit still couldn’t endure this level of stimulation.

At this moment, along with Clyde’s final wicked command, Princess Annie, with bright red complexion, smiled coquettishly and leaned forward. She lowered her head and used her soft and elastic bosom to directly clamp that ominous evil beast to rub gently. Her little mouth was also not idle. It was nibbling that ferocious thing.

The way Princess Annie felt was different from Miss Anna and other human beauties. Princess Annie was a human who had awakened after slumbering for a thousand years. It led to a special experience that could be sensed but not explained with words. Clyde felt great pleasure. After a few rounds of the sprint, Clyde was still unwilling to let Annie rest. His devil claws gently held down Princess Annie’s head, forcibly making her maintain the position. The endurance of Princess Annie was not bad. Even after the continuous attacks, she didn’t reach the peak. After all, she was a beauty who had existed for over a thousand years. Sivia and others couldn’t compare to her in terms of endurance. Clyde wanted to make Annie reach the peak. But without relying on the command spell and purely using his manual teasing, it was very difficult.

“Annie, you are really great, although you are not as skilled as Anna and others in terms of techniques. In terms of stamina, you are...”

“Master, wu... this... don’t compare in this! They and I are all sisters, it’s not good to compare us in this!”

“Annie, you are truly sensible, I’ll give you a reward.”

“Come... come, my goodness, wu...”