In the open wilderness, Elsa’s soft cries echoed continuously.
It didn’t take long before she was overwhelmed by John’s relentless onslaught, reaching a shuddering climax.
“Master, let me help… You’re going too fast, I can’t take it…” she gasped, struggling to catch her breath as she pleaded desperately.
Though it wasn’t her first time, she still couldn’t endure John’s aggressive pace. The swelling pain in her lower body sent waves of both agony and pleasure through her.
Part of her longed for it to end quickly, yet another part of her felt an inexplicable yearning.
“Don’t worry, I won’t go overboard this time,” John murmured softly, gently stroking her hair. However, his movements only grew more intense.
“Master, no… it’s too much… I can’t bear it…” Elsa winced, gripping the grass beneath her with both hands, her wings wrapping tightly around John.
The fierce rhythm quickly wore down her resistance. Her body trembled, and her wings drooped weakly. The overwhelming sensations pushed her to the brink of fainting, leaving her gazing up at John with a blissful smile on her face.
“Master, you’re too strong… Please… spare me…” she begged softly, her voice trembling. She had already climaxed three times in such a short period, feeling utterly fulfilled both physically and emotionally. If this continued, she feared she might not hold on-and worried about John’s own wellbeing.
“We’re just getting started,” John whispered, leaning down to hungrily kiss her delicate skin, his hands roaming and teasing.
“Mmm…” Elsa moaned helplessly as she gave in once more, wrapping her arms tightly around John’s head. The intense pleasure radiating from her chest and lower body ignited every nerve, making her feel as though she were drifting through the clouds, caught between ecstasy and oblivion.
“Master, I can’t… I’m going to climax again… Ah!” Elsa cried out loudly. Her legs tightened around John, her hips trembling uncontrollably, and fluid continually seeping from her lower body. The blush spreading across her fair skin was enticingly seductive.
“Just a little longer, we’re almost there,” John panted slightly, straightening his posture. He grasped her ankle and rested it on his shoulder.
Elsa’s hips lifted involuntarily, allowing him to go even deeper.
“Ah… Master, it’s too deep… Elsa can’t take it…,” she whimpered fearfully, tears welling up in her eyes as she pleaded for mercy. The impact surged beneath her, reaching deep into her soul. She felt like she was drowning, waving her arms in panic, begging desperately.
John held her small hand and pressed it against her smooth abdomen as he continued to thrust with greater force and intensity.
Elsa’s mouth opened wide in pain, but no sound escaped. Tears streamed down her face as she shook her head repeatedly, silently pleading.
“Just hold on, we’re almost there!” John tightened his grip on her wrist, his pace quickening. Elsa’s delicate body trembled violently, her breasts shaking, and she could do nothing but yield helplessly to his movements.
After more than ten minutes, John finally reached his limit. With one final, deep thrust, he released his powerful, fiery energy deep within her.
“Ah…” Elsa let out a weak moan from deep within her throat, her lower abdomen rising and falling erratically. Her body convulsed uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the burning sensation spreading through her lower body, sending her into an unprecedented climax.
At this moment, John felt a wave of dizziness in his mind. His soul was still far from fully healed, leaving him weak as he lay limply against Elsa’s body.
“Master, you’re too strong…” she whispered softly, slowing down a bit as she gently stroked John’s back.
“Don’t move around. My soul is injured, but my body is still strong,” John warned. Although he felt feeble and drained, the fire of desire within him remained undiminished. His body continued to press deeply into Elsa’s, unwavering.
Hearing his words, Elsa couldn’t help but tremble. She swallowed nervously and obediently lay still on the ground, not daring to move a muscle.
She was genuinely afraid. John’s strength was overwhelming so much so that she couldn’t satisfy him on her own.
After hesitating for a moment, she bit her lip and suggested, “Master, why don’t you lie down? Let me take the lead.”
“Are you sure?” John asked, a bit tempted. He was feeling quite uncomfortable and eager for a full release.
Taking a deep breath, Elsa nodded resolutely. She supported herself with her wings and flipped over, positioning him beneath her.
“Mmm…” she winced at the swelling sensation from her lower body, frowning slightly in pain.
She couldn’t help but glance down at John, his firm and imposing esence making her entire body shudder. Nervously, she swallowed again.
Regret briefly flashed through her mind, unsure if she could endure it.
“Master, don’t move…” she murmured, blushing with embarrassment, avoiding eye contact. Guiding him carefully, she aligned him with her lower body and, gritting her teeth, stubbornly lowered herself down.
“Mmm…” Elsa let out a pained whimper, tears streaming down her face. The sensation in her lower body was a mixture of pain and pleasure, making it difficult to control her movements. She bit down on her lip and started moving slowly.
“Ah… Master, this feeling is so strange…” she cried out, her body trembling as she involuntarily picked up the pace. Leaning back slightly, she rested against John’s bent legs, her movements becoming more fervent.
“No… Master… Elsa can’t do it again…” she moaned repeatedly. Her legs clamped tightly around him as he penetrated deep into her body over and over.
She couldn’t hold on any longer and reached another climax, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably before collapsing weakly onto John’s chest.
“Master, isn’t Elsa too useless?” she murmured, overwhelmed with self-blame, feeling utterly drained and unable to summon any strength.
“Not at all,” John gently reassured her, stroking her soft, long hair. “I’m feeling much better now. If we take it slow, we can get through this together.”
Elsa could still feel the excruciating pain in her lower body, and knowing John was trying to comfort her only made her feel more guilty.
“Master, I’ll find another way…” she whispered, determination flashing in her eyes. With a deep breath, she separated herself from John’s body and leaned down, kissing his lips, then his neck, and continuing down to his chest, until she reached the base of his powerful form. Taking another deep breath, Elsa positioned herself below him, holding his legs gently. Opening her mouth, she took him in deeply.
“Mmm!” John groaned softly, his hand instinctively reaching down to stroke her hair. Encouraged by his response, she became more attentive and dedicated to her task.
…
It lasted for over half an hour. Elsa nearly suffocated and fainted several times, but eventually, John reached his climax.
A powerful and fiery release surged out, and she embraced him deeply, lifting her head slightly to gaze up at him with adoration as she greedily swallowed everything.
“Hah…” she exhaled softly, finally releasing him from her mouth. She gasped for air, staring at his still firm and unyielding form. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at him with a hint of grievance and whispered, “Master… Elsa really has no other choice…” She didn’t dare continue any further, afraid that something serious might happen. “Don’t worry, I’m feeling much better now.” John, having satisfied both his body and soul, pulled Elsa into his arms and kissed her deeply. “Stay with me for a while,” he murmured. Though he felt a bit better, a wave of exhaustion still washed over him. Even with the shared power of the Tree of Life, the damage to his soul was severe this time and would take more than a short rest to recover.
Elsa nodded obediently, nestling against his chest. Her long lashes fluttered as fatigue began to overtake her. Not long after, both of them fell into a deep sleep.
Fortunately, the Dark Humans of Giant Spirit City had all been slain by Elsa, so there was no
danger looming over them.
…
By the time they woke up, the sky had already turned dark, and their surroundings were shrouded in pitch-black silence.
John’s soul had almost fully recovered. Feeling refreshed, he glanced at the delicate and shy Elsa in his arms. Unable to resist, he began teasing her once again.
Hours passed before he finally relented. Elsa, after several rounds of pleading, had nearly
fainted multiple times. Only then did he decide to spare her from further exhaustion.
After they both dressed and equipped their gear, they had the chance to inspect the
battlefield.
This battle had yielded a significant haul.
There were two sets of supreme treasures-one belonging to the Giant Spirit God and the
other from that demon, Itai.
In addition, the Giant Spirit God’s death resulted in the drop of a high-grade divine artifact-
a long black staff called the Dark Dragon Staff. It added 5,000 points to strength attributes and had a unique feature, allowing it to change its size at will.
The weapon was powerful, but since John wasn’t used to wielding staffs, it would be more suitable for Behemoth.
John casually stored away the items and continued inspecting the rest of his spoils: two Basic Talent Upgrade Stones, over 30,000 Skill Stones, and a variety of legendary and epic-quality
weapons and equipment.
Most of these Dark Humans had been slain by Elsa, so the item drop rate didn’t increase significantly. He stored them away without much thought.
However, the two Basic Talent Upgrade Stones and the 30,000 Skill Stones were of significant
value.
“Master.” At this moment, Elsa descended. She had just flown into the city to scavenge for items and now wore a joyful expression. “I found the treasury of Giant Spirit City! It’s packed with a massive amount of Skill Stones.”
“Oh? How many are there?” John’s interest was piqued, and he asked curiously.
Elsa raised three fingers.
“Three hundred thousand?” John guessed. That number would already be considerable for
him.
But Elsa shook her head, her voice brimming with excitement. “Master, it’s over three
million!”
“What?” John exclaimed in disbelief.
Skill Stones were rare, and their drop rate was quite low. Even with his Plunder talent, he had only managed to collect a little over one million Skill Stones over a long period.
And yet, there were over three million Skill Stones in Giant Spirit City alone?
Elsa continued, “Master, I suspect that this Giant Spirit God had already reached level 20,000. He was likely trying to break through to the lower-tier gods.”
John raised an eyebrow in confusion. “What do lower-tier gods have to do with Skill Stones?”
Elsa explained, “Master, the requirements to ascend to a lower-tier god are: reaching level 20,000, elevating one’s skills to level 10,000, and slaying a lower-tier god.” “What? You need to raise your skills to level 10,000?” John was taken aback. He hadn’t
realized that breaking through to the lower-tier gods had such harsh conditions. After skills reach level 1,000, each additional level requires 1,000 skill points.
To elevate a skill to level 10,000 would require over 9 million skill points!
Such an astronomical figure-an ordinary player wouldn’t be able to accumulate that amount in their entire lifetime.
No wonder Skill Stones were so rare; it seemed they were all controlled by divine-level
beings.
Something dawned on him, and he turned to Elsa, asking, “To advance to the lower-tier gods, do you need just one skill at level 10,000, or do all your skills have to reach that level?” Hearing his question, Elsa was stunned for a moment and asked in surprise, “Master, you
haven’t been practicing multiple skills, have you? To ascend to a lower-tier god, all your
skills must reach level 10,000.”
She suddenly remembered something, and her expression turned apologetic. The Divine Path Technique that John was cultivating was something she had forced upon him.
It seemed like she had inadvertently caused harm to her master.