The NPC sets out to defeat the demon king-Chapter 20

Sirius and the Goddess were engaged in intercrural sex.

Their bodies pressed tightly together in the stifling warmth of the enclosed space.

Her silky thighs which were soft, supple, and impossibly smooth, were wrapped tightly around his hard shaft, creating a channel so perfectly snug that his entire length slid between them with a fluid motion that made his head spin.

It was like gliding through liquid velvet.

It was tight, warm, and slick in all the right ways.

He could feel every inch of contact as well as every contour of her inner thigh embracing him as though it were crafted solely to pleasure him.

Each thrust made her thighs give just a little, the flesh delicately yielding to the shape of his dick, yet holding firm enough to create delicious friction.

The natural slickness smeared between them, with her love juice already dripping at the top of her thighs, mixed with the pre-cum oozing from his tip, only intensified the sensation, turning the act into something almost surreal.

His cock, rock-hard and throbbing, was gliding effortlessly between her thighs, the movement now impossibly smooth, almost obscene in how easily it slipped through the wet, heated tunnel formed by her legs.

"Nghhh... Mnnnnnn~♥... Hnnnnggghhh~~~~♥♥"

The Goddess's breath hitched in time with his thrusts, her voice escaping her lips in helpless moans.

Each time he pushed through, she could feel his length grind against her soft skin.

It was overwhelming.

It felt like her whole lower body was melting into him.

The sensation was nearly too much to handle.

It was like his cock was being plunged into a tunnel made of soft, squishy marshmallows. Her legs were that incredibly smooth.

"Ahhnnnn~ nnnn~♥♥♥...~!"

Pleasure burst through her like a wave crashing against fragile walls.

Her crotch felt like it was on fire with sensitivity, the tension building up to a point where her vision blurred and her head felt light.

'Ahhh... I'm going to fall~...'

Her thoughts grew scattered.

The haze in her mind made it hard to focus on anything but the overwhelming ecstasy that rolled over her in waves.

Her lips parted slightly as her breath came out shallow.

And then, her mouth was being taken...

Her sensitive area—already drenched—was being toyed with through the pressure of his penis brushing close, almost teasing it.

Everything was happening at once.

Her body, her mind...

They were both slipping out of her control.

It was too much.

It was too good.

A kind of pleasure she had never known before.

"Nghhhh~... nnnnnhhhh~.... A... mmm... haaaaaa~♥"

She trembled as she tried to contain the sounds threatening to escape her throat.

The urge to moan loudly was almost unbearable.

But she forced herself to stay quiet, biting her lower lip and clenching her fists.

They couldn't afford to be heard.

Someone was nearby.

But it was already too late—

Cecilia had woken up.

And she was listening.

Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, her breathing uneven, lips parted as though she were struggling to hold back something primal.

Her heart was thumping against her ribcage like it was trying to escape.

She lay frozen, eyes wide open in the darkness, her ears tuned to every sound the two were making.

Her nipples had stiffened beneath the fabric of her clothes, poking hard against the cloth. Her breasts felt tight and tingling.

'What's happening to me...?'

Her body was betraying her.

Her crotch was warm. It was too warm, in fact.

The wetness down there was spreading, sticking her panties to her skin.

The heat was unbearable.

And the squirming sensation she felt between her legs wasn't going away.

She clenched her thighs, hoping to suppress it, but it only made the feeling worse.

'Would this uncomfortable feeling go away if I touched it down there...?'

The question echoed in her head as her hand moved on its own. freewebnoveℓ.com

Slowly. Hesitantly. But inevitably.

And then—her fingers slipped past the waistband of her shorts.

'What is up with this...? Watching them like this... What the hell am I even supposed to do?'

Her hand pressed against the fabric of her panties.

It was drenched, sticky, and soaked through with arousal.

The cloth clinging to her body was heavy. It was soaked through and weighed down by the water that had seeped into every fiber.

It stuck to her skin like a second layer, pressing in all the heat, making her chest rise and fall erratically.

She began to rub softly.

Her eyes stared into the dark.

'What do I do...? It's getting so hot... too hot...' she thought, her breath catching as her fingers hesitated, trembling near the source of that unbearable heat.

"Nghhhh... hnnnnghhhh~~♥, HnnnnnnnnnnnnNnnnnnNnnaaaaaannghhhhhh~♥♥"

"Hmmnnn... hmnnn~mmm..."

From the other side, Cecilia's voice spilled out in trembling waves.

Her soft moans, delicate but uncontrollable, began slipping from her lips—each one more unrestrained than the last.

She bit down, her teeth clenching hard enough that her jaw trembled, trying to keep them in.

She pressed her top and bottom teeth together, almost grinding them in a desperate effort to trap the sounds.

But it didn't help.

The soft gasps still leaked out as if her body was betraying her.

Even muffled, her voice spilled into the air, growing more and more heated.

Her thighs rubbed against each other frantically and she was doing it unconsciously. Her knees squeezed together tightly, but it was useless. The warmth spreading between her legs made it impossible to stay still.

Her cheeks were burning red.

They were so flushed it almost looked feverish.

Her surroundings started to blur into the background. The rest of the world became distantand irrelevant.

All she could hear—all she could focus on—was the unmistakable rhythm of that lewd act echoing through the space.

Wet slaps.

Soft, desperate moans.

Gasps.

Heavy breathing.

The sound of pleasure.

And her own fingers working herself below.

'I want to do it too...'

She couldn't stop listening. She couldn't stop touching.

"Ahhh....~ S-Sirius... I'm... I'm feeling something weird again...~ Ahhhh~♥!"

The goddess's trembling voice broke the haze.

She was spiraling. Her breathing became ragged and her tone lost all composure. Her body was tightening toward the inevitable.

"Yeah, me too...!"

Sirius growled in reply, his voice deep and hoarse with heat. His muscles were tense, sweat rolling down his body as he approached the brink.

Each thrust he delivered sent a rush of warm honey flowing from her depths, splashing wetly onto his lower body.

It felt like plunging into an overfilled, steaming jar of thick honey.

The sensation was beyond human.

It was soft, obscene and impossibly perfect. It was like being enveloped by liquid heaven.

His hips felt like they were dissolving, like the heat and tightness were melting him from the inside out.

He could barely believe it. Was this really happening?

It felt like he was violating the sacred interior of a divine, flawless goddess.

Defiling something that should've been untouchable.

But it only made the pleasure even more intense.

The euphoria stabbing through him was sharp and devastating.

It didn't feel like pleasure anymore. It was too overwhelming. It was madness.

The violent rush of sensation fried his nerves, ready to burn his mind into ash.

His instincts overtook him, forcing his body forward.

His hips slammed in without mercy, skin smacking loudly against hers with every desperate thrust.

The obscene sound filled the air.

"Aah, fuaaah, Sirius—, I—, it feels, goo—♥♥♥... nnhoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo—"

The goddess was completely lost in the storm, her voice thick with surrender.

Her face twisted into a melted mask of pleasure, eyes barely open, lips parted in bliss.

At this moment—right here, right now—it didn't matter if she was divine and he was mortal.

Those titles didn't mean anything anymore.

There were no gods. No humans. No logic or law.

There were only bodies—hers and his—clashing together again and again.

"No—, ahhh, noo... ahhh, aaaaa—I'm flying~, I'm flyinggggggggggggggggg~♥♥... AAaaaaaaAAAAA!"

Her voice shattered as she cried out, high-pitched and wild.

She could feel that her mind was leaving her body.

The world beneath her disappeared. Her thoughts floated. Her senses lifted.

She was flying.

Sirius's body tensed hard, his muscles locking. He was already right at the edge.

He gritted his teeth, squeezing every ounce of energy left in his body.

And then—he let go.

He slammed forward with one final thrust—

It was harder, deeper, more powerful than anything before.

It broke something inside them both.

Patience snapped. Logic vanished. Awareness, reason, sanity—all shattered like glass.

"FUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA♥♥AaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAuaaaaaaaaaaNNNNNNNNNNnnnnnnnnn—♥!!"

The goddess screamed with everything she had, her voice filled with unfiltered ecstasy and release.

And then—it happened.

A sudden burst of water erupted violently from between her legs.

Her body convulsed.

Sparks exploded across her vision, like lightning tearing through her skull.

Her sight turned pure white—as if she had been swallowed by light itself.

Thick, white liquid slowly oozed down the smooth, trembling thighs of the goddess, dripping in warm streaks.

Meanwhile, not far from them, Cecilia couldn't hold back anymore.

"Mnn... mnnnnnnn... mnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhh~~~~~~~♥♥♥♥!!"

Her body shuddered violently.

She bit down on her lower lip with such force that it split open, blood trickling from the edge of her mouth.

She had cummed.

***

At the same time...

In a quiet, sunbaked village where Sirius and the others were supposed to be heading...

"T-This is all the village can offer..." an elderly man muttered, his voice quivering. He looked to be in his sixties, his frail hands trembling as he presented a bundle of items.

Seated lazily on a wooden chair like a pompous king, a man swirled wine in his goblet.

His legs crossed, a smug smirk played across his lips as he gazed down at the pathetic offering.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" the man snapped. "You think this measly shit's enough to cover what I'd make if I just sold every last one of you to the fucking slavers?! Hell, this doesn't even scratch the surface! This is barely a fucking fraction! You seriously expect me to let you all walk free with just this trash?"

Around him, the bandits erupted in laughter, their sneering faces lit with cruel amusement.

"I-I'm sorry... but this is all we can manage at the moment..." the old man pleaded. "We're just a poor village... We survive on the vegetables we grow and the cattle we raise..."

"Oh? Is that so?"

The leader gave a side glance to one of the nearby bandits, a silent signal passed with just a flick of his eyes.

The bandit stepped forward, stomping over to the old man.

Without a word, he grabbed him by the collar and drove his fist straight into his gut.

"Guahhhhh!"

The old man doubled over, gasping for air, but the blows kept coming.

The bandit slammed his fists into the man's face over and over.

When the elder finally crumpled to the ground, unable to rise, the bandit gave one final kick that sent him crashing into the nearby wall with a dull, sickening thud.

Dragging him by the arm, the bandit brought the old man back and threw him down at the leader's feet.

The man grabbed his head—there was no hair to clutch, so he raised him by the chin instead—and stared down coldly.

"Well then, guess I have no fucking choice. Looks like I'll be selling every last one of you after all. Way more profit in that than this pitiful offering you dared throw at my feet."

"P-Please! Don't do that...!" the old man choked out, blood running from his mouth. "W-We may not have anything now, but I beg you... give us some time. Just a little more... Maybe we can come up with something. Please... don't sell the villagers. There are women and children here... they won't survive as slaves..."

"Huh... so now you're thinking long-term, huh, old man?" the man sneered, tilting his head slightly. "Fine. I'll humor you. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. You've got three days. That's it. In three days, I expect the full amount. If not—"

He leaned in slightly, his eyes narrowing.

"—that's when the slavers come. And when they do, I won't lift a damn finger to stop them."

"T-Three days... But..."

"No buts. I already called them. They're on their way as we speak. And if you can't deliver, then your entire village becomes my product. It's that simple. So don't give me excuses. Are we clear?"

The old man lowered his head in defeat, lips trembling. He knew he had no choice.

"Good," the man said flatly. "Now get the fuck out of my sight and don't come back until you have what I want."

With shaking steps, the elder left the house—the very same house that had once been his own.

Now, it had been taken over by these bandits like it meant nothing.

But as soon as he stepped outside...

"Grrrr..."

A low growl rumbled through the air.

His blood ran cold.

All around the outskirts of the village, beasts began to emerge.

But it wasn't just a handful.

It was thousands.

A sea of magic beasts stood there, surrounding the village.

The bandits hadn't just attacked.

They had brought with them an army of monsters.

And now, the entire village was held hostage.

By both steel and claw.