The Hidden Cave - Den of Beasts
Sigurd awoke from his sleep feeling refreshed. His body felt lighter than the night before, and he looked around only to find that his devil sword stood in the air, pressed against the soft lips of Eva as their positions must have shifted in the night.
The sensation of her soft pink lips caused him to fill with a powerful feeling of lust—each time she took a breath, the warm air from her lips blew on him, clouding his mind with desire.
'...'
He wasn't a saint and couldn't stop his hips from pressing his engorged tip against her small mouth that couldn't accept the raging devil fully when only half open. But her tongue flicked across him.
Sigurd felt nothing but pleasure from the wet, sticky saliva that caused him to lose all reason until a sudden, unbearable pain pricked his body...
Seven times, and the distance less than four hundred metres while rushing towards them!
'FUCK!'
The sudden appearance of these monsters annoyed Sigurd, and he didn't have his usual cool mind because of the lust and desire he felt for Eva.
Her soft blue hair and alluring, bouncy breasts captivated him over the past week, and he held back to avoid this situation.
'I am but a man...'
Sigurd shook his head, still unable to calm his feelings.
He noted that when aroused, angry or agitated, the flow of magic became faster, more violent and easier to control—it might have been one of the few things he learned from Eva's constant teasing at night.
'What's the enemy...'
He noticed the group came from the cavern he planned to explore with Eva to strengthen himself before they returned. Once again, his sight felt more accurate and his mind clearer in battle.
'Something is different. What changed? It's not because I almost had Eva suck my cock... What happened last night?'
Sigurd held Mammon, the Sword.
Then stepped forward while feeling his magic's intense circulation.
He forced it to empower his body, filling his muscles to increase power, bones to increase endurance and stability, skin to improve defence, and eyes to increase his dynamic vision.
"Small enemies, the size of small women or tall children. Green and dark blue skin, sharp ears and rotten teeth wearing ragged cloth and manhood dangle freely—they are goblins, the bane of humans."
'I wonder if I can take them all alone?'
"Kill."
It would be impossible normally—though Eva's support would simplify the battle, an apprentice witch would never face goblins alone. It was asking for her to become their shared wife.
These goblins could cause damage from long ranges because of their natural skill with bows and survive the attacks of knights because of their superior natural hearing, but their weakness to magic made them a challenge at most for Sigurd, who used magic and sword.
He held Mammon across his chest—blade pointed to the sky, a common knight's stance when entering the battle, a sign they devoted this battle to something.
Sigurd, of course, didn't intend this stance symbolically. He just liked how it felt to enter battle this way, dedicating his mind to the future.
'To my growth as a warlock and knight!'
He kicked off the ground while running towards the enemy, a quick attack to reduce the goblins' numbers.
Goblins are smaller than most women and considered less of an opponent by knights, but they usually had priests casting holy magic from a distance. Sigurd, however, used the newest spell he enjoyed, using most of his magic to enhance his body while leaving a small amount to cast the close-range, devastating fire spell.
—Noctra Blast!
The goblins, unaware they had lost sight of the knight, couldn't defend or dodge the blazing flames that consumed two of them, and their screams echoed in Sigurd's ears.
He enjoyed the sweet screams of the goblins he targeted as his palm pushed their burning corpses down, piercing another's throat with the sharp tip of Mammon; despite specialising in slashing and cutting, the tip tore the goblin's thin green throat like wet paper.
'Shit...'
Two goblins shot their primitive but fast arrows, and Sigurd felt the pricked sensation in his arm while glaring at the goblins before him.
Sigurd flicked his right arm, the wide blade blocking the arrows, destroying them with a clang before he dashed towards his prey.
Each dying became another small step towards becoming stronger and worthy of travelling this world. He put Mammon ahead of him to cover his body to avoid further arrows—but an arrow penetrated his waist, shooting under the guard, causing a sharp pain to his abdomen.
"Die."
Sigurd released the violent torrent of fire again. Two goblins holding clubs aiming for his back never knew what happened as he enjoyed another two dying screams.
The few remaining goblins stepped back. They felt something terrifying before them, which caused even their low-intellectual minds to seek retreat.
Sigurd suffered no lasting damage—only blood from wounds to his arm, waist, left thigh and chest, the goblins' attacks only light. He planned to conserve most of his magic before returning to sleep and fully recovering...
Yet...
"Don't run..."
Magic gathered inside his left palm, the slight pain as he sucked it from the enhancement of his body while using the dead goblins' mana to replenish himself before releasing five homing bolts of black and green flame.
Their trajectory arced towards the fleeing goblins—only one missing his target; a green blur disappeared beyond his sight while screaming before the black-green flames killed everything else...
Sigurd stopped, realising that he should not chase without Eva. Even his ego and pride shouldn't be that big.
He achieved his goal, and the constant desire to push Eva down and violate her once again faded thanks to the thrill of battle. His mind was now only about stealing the mana from the goblins.
Sadly, the gains would be minimal due to not wishing to eat their malnourished meat.
***
An hour earlier.
"Ah... why didn't he just put it inside? That taste... his magic is delicious..." Eva's eyes shined as she rolled inside the wet and dreamy bedding. She brushed her squishy lips with her index finger, licking the remaining taste of Sigurd from them.
"Oh, well... at least I know he's into me," she whispered before slowly dressing herself.
'Since he left alone, let's allow him to expel his excess desire and spy on him.' Eva dressed and covered herself with the hooded cloak.
Eva watched her master kill every goblin surrounding him, using brutal close-range and widespread fire magic with his left hand while tearing the others apart with Mammon at impressive speed and range. "Ah... he's so intense when fighting."
Eva watched until he killed his enemies.
The other goblins stood no chance with such brutal attacks and powerful enhancement of the body while the flow of fire magic within his body—she felt jealous that Sigurd wasn't this intense with her like this.
"Shall I go join him? It's time to clear this cave."