'MALFUNCTION! MALFUNCTION! MALFUNCTION!!!' The inside of Avarice's head was screaming at her like crazy. Those words had been echoing in her head for hours and showed no signs of stopping. 'Ironcore Isolator: Actuating.'
Trying to hold her sense of self, her heart was caving on itself with a continuous feeling of a heart attack assaulting her every circuit. Even so, healing her body and crushing herself up with environmental mana, Avarice kept herself conscious and even managed to chain Zeil to the wall right above where his bed lay.
Sitting in front of him with the bed shoved to the side and the door barricaded shut, she kept staring into his shaky eyes. Quivering from sparking, her entire body was in disarray, but even so, knowing any moment could be her last, she used everything she had to keep herself from drifting.
"I'll be queen...I'll be queen...I'll be queen, right?" Repeating those words to herself with her glassy eyes staring at Zeil, she struggled her way up and staggered closer to his body. "I'll be your queen, right? This will be mine, I worked for this! Every second of my existence I worked towards that goal!"
Breaking into cold sweats, her sharp nails dug into Zeil's skin. Naked to the skin and tied up so he couldn't struggle, the young king felt her nails digging further and further into his skin before stopping just inches away from puncturing his full bladder.
"AAGHHH!" Despite his mouth taped up, Zeil kept trying to call for help, but all that escaped his lips was a jumble of muffled words.
"Look, you're hard again, ahaha~" The pain from his body had tensed his muscles, and his dick was no exception, but Avarice took his boner for something else entirely. She thought he still loved her, and his hardened cock was proof of it. "That bitch can't steal you away from me anymore, but don't worry darling I'll take care of this."
Chained to the walls and taped to remain shut, the new king was being treated like a prisoner–one that was forced to hold in his pee while being given an aggressive handjob by a dick-milking prosthetic especially designed for him by Avarice herself. Wrapping around his genitals like a squid, it clamped on him tight and began slowly cycling between clockwise and counterclockwise rotations.
"MHNMMM! AHHHH!" Fidgeting his legs about as his spine was shot with a strange mix of pain and pleasure, Zeil kept trying to fight off Avarice, but the ever-increasing speed of the dick-milking fleshlight only made him more subservient.
"AGHHHH!!!! STOPPP!" Pulling her own hair as she screamed, Avarice tried to let out her frustration. At first, it seemed to work, but looking towards the entrance as someone banged on it to force their way in, she felt her headache getting even worse."AHHHHH!!! STOPPPPPP!!!"
Pulling her hair even harder, she began banging her skull into the blood-pile of Zeils guts. In the meantime, however, Regalia and the others managed to force their way in through the door. Falling inwards, the massive doors barely missed Avarice's body, even so, she had no reaction except for continuing to pull on her hair and banging her skull against the tiles.
"Zeil...we're too fucking late," astounded by the sight in front of her, Regalia's body was frozen in place. She had not the slightest clue as to what had happened or how she should even react to the murder of a king.
The hero's party, however, having witnessed far more bizarre sights in the corrupted forest quickly got behind their leader and waited for his instructions.
"Stay back if you're not fighting," nudging Regalia with those words, Raven moved inside the room with a sword of darkness conjured in both of his hands. "As for you guys, distract, defend, and thread the needle through any opening you see."
Giving out quick orders, Raven got into a fight stance and decided to be the first to test the battle-maid's abilities. Rushing towards her as she sobbed, he had the blades ready to chop her head clean off, but right as he stepped in a few feet of her, her right eye looked at him sideways.
'Fall back.' He ordered, connecting everyone's mind through his mana-fused eye. 'Remember what Regalia told us about her abilities, don't strike her if her shield is up, it reflects every bit of damage back to you.'
Cautioning his party, he stared into the mono-doll's eye and decided to strike up a conversation.
"I think you know why we're here, so why not cut to the chase so we can get this over wi–" Before his sentence finished, however, he found Avarice's face just inches from his own. Yet instead of freaking out, a smile climbed up his face. "So be it."
The clash of his blades against her iron hands echoed through the room as if marking the initiation of their battle. NovelFire-com-story