Chapter 258: Lust Maze (2)

“That… cannot be… happening…” Soraka spoke slowly, her voice filled with disbelief. She quickly stood, with the hammer in hand, ready to fight again. I, on the other hand, was pissed.

‘How…the…FUCK did this happen?!’ I yelled inwardly. A stupid stone fucker managed to achieve what hordes of monsters couldn’t achieve—bringing me to my knees!

“UGH..f-fucking..h-hell.” I cursed, scanning every single one of them with my godly eyes. I was able to spot small purple stones in different locations inside the guardians’ bodies. The cores.

“DIE!” With a roar of fury, I commanded my blood chains to target their fucking purple cores. Like a snake exiting a pit, they struck like lightning with precision and ferocity. Each chain targeted the glowing purple cores hidden within the stone guardians, shattering them with brutal efficiency. The sound of cracking stone and the hum of disintegrating mana filled the air as the guardians crumbled one by one, their bodies collapsing into lifeless rubble.

Ding!

[You have Killed, Lust Guardian]

[5600 XP]

[You have Killed, Lust Guardian]

[5370 XP]

[You have Killed, Lust Guardian]

[5890 XP]

Ding!

[Level UP!]

[Level UP!]

[Level UP!]

…

Multiple notifications appeared, each displaying the kill and the level-up messages, but none of those messages mattered to me. My focus was elsewhere. On my BALLS!

Soraka stood frozen for a moment, her hammer still raised, her eyes wide with shock.

“What… what just happened?” she stammered, her voice trembling.

“I found their weak spot,” I growled, still clutching my throbbing groin as I struggled to my feet. The pain was subsiding, but the memory of that kick would haunt me for a while. “Those purple cores are what’s keeping them alive. Destroy the core, and they’re done for.”

“Well, at least we know how to fight them now,” Soraka said, her voice filled with determination and hope. She turned back to look at the pile of lifeless stone guardians. “If we encounter more, let me deal with them.”

“Sure, but be careful. I don’t want you to be the one getting kicked in the balls.” I answered, a soft smile spreading across my lips at her caring personality. “Let’s see what’s behind that door.”

As we approached the stone double doors, I took the time to use my transformation to remove my cock and balls. I didn’t want to receive another painful kick from a surprise attack.

“Wow, can you do that?” Soraka said, witnessing my cock and balls literally shrinking and becoming nonexistent.

“Yes, and more,” I responded. A devious smile appeared on my face as I raised an eyebrow.

“Oh no,” she instantly backed away, reading my mind, raising her weapon to defend herself from my assault.

“Hehhehehe~ Don’t worry, Captain Horsey. I won’t do anything to you,” a dark chuckle left my throat. The sight of that girl defending herself using a giant bloody red hammer was a bit funny. “For now.”

Soraka stood like a rock and only rolled her eyes. After some minutes of exchanging looks, her eyes gazed down toward my ‘cockless’ waist before letting out a heavy sigh and looking towards the double door. We pushed it open, only to be met with a straight wide corridor with numerous stone cocks attached to the walls.

“I really want to meet the designer of this place,” a deep whistle of awe left my lips, eyes shining, sparkling with excitement.

“Do not wander off alone, please,” Soraka pleaded, shooting me a look of caution.

“Okay, mom!” I joked and shot her an innocent smile.

The moment we stepped inside, the double door behind us slammed shut. And with no warning, arrows started flying toward us from both sides. The fucking stone cocks on the walls were, in fact, a trap. A crossbow in the shape of a penis.

Damn… this place is full of perverted ideas.

“Shit!” I cursed, quickly using my blood to shield us from the arrows. There were too many and too random for me to aim and avoid.

“Morgana!” The centaur girl called, taking my hand and throwing me onto her horseback, rushing through the corridor, dodging and defending herself from the incoming rain of arrows. I also focused on using my blood magic to block and destroy a few of them.

The sound of arrows whizzing past our ears filled the corridor as Soraka galloped at full speed, her hooves clattering against the stone floor. I clung to her back, my blood magic forming a swirling barrier around us to deflect the incoming projectiles.

The sheer absurdity of the situation wasn’t lost on me—trapped in a hallway filled with stone penis-shaped crossbows, dodging arrows while riding a futa centaur. If this wasn’t the most ridiculous dungeon I’d ever been in, it was definitely in the top three.

“Left!” I shouted, directing Soraka as an arrow narrowly missed her flank. She veered sharply, her powerful legs propelling us forward with incredible speed. The corridor seemed endless, the stone cocks on the walls continuing to fire arrows in a relentless barrage.

“Can’t you just destroy them all?!” Soraka yelled over the noise, her voice tinged with frustration.

“What?” I shouted, my voice echoing through the air. “Speak up, I can’t hear you over the sound of your cock smacking against your belly!”

“GO AND FUCK YOURSELF!” she roared, her cheeks flushed crimson. “You don’t have to be a jerk all the time, I’m trying to keep us safe!”

“Hahaha!” I laughed, my voice ringing with amusement. “Maybe later. Besides, we’re almost out of this place, trust me.”

“Faster!” I called out, gripping Soraka tightly. I knew this wasn’t easy for her, but she must adapt.

Soraka didn’t respond, her attention fully on navigating the chaotic hallway. Her movements were fluid and precise, her centaur agility allowing her to dodge arrows with almost supernatural grace. I couldn’t help but admire her skill, even as I cursed the absurdity of the situation.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we reached the end of the corridor. A massive stone door stood before us, its surface covered in intricate carvings of… well, let’s just say they were very explicit. Soraka attempted to halt, but a final shower of arrows forced her to press her weight against the door, pushing it open with an almighty crash.

We spilled into the vast, open space beyond, a loud gasp of wonder escaping my lips.

Before us lay an immense stone cavern filled with row upon row of carved statues. Their faces were eerie and expressionless, their hands clenched tightly in prayer, and their chests puffed out proudly. All had one thing in common, though. And that was their impressively large…

“Sooo… More cock statues,” I said, raising an eyebrow at the sheer ridiculousness.

“Are you okay, Soraka?” I asked, jumping off her back and checking on her. “Do you have any pain or injuries? And thanks, by the way.”

“I’m… fine,” the centaur girl exhaled, wiping sweat from her forehead. Her hands trembled, and her breathing was heavy from the exertion, but aside from a few scratches and bruises, she seemed to be otherwise intact.

“Here, drink this.” I sighed in relief, handing her one of my healing potions. “It will help a bit.”

“Thanks.” The young girl took the red potion from my hand with shaking hands and immediately opened it, pouring the red content down her throat. Her complexion improved rapidly, the color on her cheeks returning. Her tits and cock enlarged in a pleasing way, her heart beating faster, stronger.

“So, what now?” she questioned, scanning the cavern as we walked among the rows of stone penis statues, marveling at their beauty. “Any idea of how to get out of this place?”

“…” I didn’t respond and kept scanning the place, my sharp eyes quickly spotting a strange thing. All of the statues on my left had cocks, and the look on their faces was full of prayer. But the ones on my right were the opposite.

First, no cocks—it seemed like they were cut off by someone, or it may have been created this way. But secondly, and most importantly, the look on their faces was horrifying. They were either screaming, crying, or even showing signs of terror. Their hands were up as if pleading.

“Interesting,” I mumbled, my eyes narrowed, walking forward in the direction that all of the sculptures were looking. In a matter of seconds, the view appeared in my sight, making my jaw drop.

An open path with stairs, leading to a stone platform, where two humongous golems with erect cocks were standing, praying like the rest. Between them was a perfectly sculpted vagina with all of its delicate details and hair.

“You have to be kidding me.”

The stone vagina was a work of art, every detail meticulously crafted to resemble the real thing—nope, it had more depth in some way, much more realistic than a living vagina, almost like a sex goddess’s divine pussy. It was such a marvel of craftsmanship, worthy of being worshipped as a holy treasure of this crazy place.

Should I steal it? Oh, definitely, I will.

My mouth opened, closing it a few moments later. Words failed me, unable to process the sight before me. Never in a million years did I expect to come across such a masterpiece, such an obscene yet awe-inspiring monument.

It didn’t take long for Soraka to catch up to me and notice the same view, and like me, she was stunned. Her eyes opened wide as moons, her hands holding her hammer so tight, her knuckles turning white, even her breathing stopped.

I was on cloud nine, feeling my pussy leaking wet, and my belly twitching at the view. It was almost as if the pussy was calling to me, screaming in pleasure, telling me to shove my big cock in that hole. I ascended to the platform, ready to make love to the perfect vagina. I would gladly breed this thing like the sex toy it was and fill it with my cum.

However, the moment I neared it, I saw strange words engraved below the vagina. The language was unknown, and this was the first time I saw a native language of Lilith’s world. It seemed very ancient and beautiful, and the structure of the text and the sentence could be a poem or a speech. But I was wrong.

“With a sacrifice, the path shall be opened.”

I was able to read them with ease after staring at them for a solid minute.

“Sacrifice?” Soraka echoed, her voice trembling slightly as she stepped up beside me, her eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and unease. “What does that mean? What kind of sacrifice?”

“Well…” I reached out my hand, touching the stone slit. A sense of overwhelming, primal desire welled up inside of me the moment my flesh connected with its cold, stony surface. A shiver ran down my spine, spreading warmth and pleasure throughout my body.

“Soraka, what do you think this stone thing looks like?” I whispered, my voice laced with seduction.

“This what?” Her cheeks flushed crimson, her tail wagged. She blinked, confused, before slowly shaking her head and speaking again. “It… kinda looks like a pussy.”

“Yes, and what else could we do with a pussy?” I smiled, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and leaning in close, my lips brushing the side of her ear. A breathy sigh escaped her mouth as her eyes widened.

“Fuck her,” Soraka gulped, her face now completely flushed, her breathing becoming shallow and ragged. I licked my lips, her smell so fucking sweet and arousing. “You mean fuck it.”

“And how do we fuck a pussy?” I whispered in a husky tone. “With the tongue, fingers, or…”

“Uhm…” She let out an adorable little moan, her arms starting to wrap around my back. “T-the…”

“Oh~” The blonde-haired girl whimpered, her legs shaking uncontrollably. She began rubbing her caged cock against my hips, trying to get hard. I couldn’t contain my grin. “Yes, yes, Soraka, tell me.”

“The penis,” she gasped out, her face flushed beet red. A glimmer of shame and desire danced in her eyes as her horse legs began trembling like jelly. I chuckled, moving closer and brushing a strand of hair away from her eyes before cupping her cheek.

“Exactly,” a playful smile spread across my lips. “For the path to open, I need to shove my cock inside the stone vagina and have it cut off as a sacrifice.”

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