Divine Kingship

Chapter 626 Even Lysa has her moments of weakness.

(Revised version)

Rand felt that Lysa had completely seen through his thoughts.

When Lysa went from being coy and welcoming to being cold and arrogant, it did make Rand's heart race and his breathing quicken.

Rand clearly felt that he was blaspheming God.

But now that things have come to this, how can we back down?

Rand pulled Lysa closer and then pressed her against the wall.

Once he got closer, Rand could hear Lysa's heartbeat and feel her soft breathing.

"How dare you!" Lysa shouted at just the right moment as she was pinned against the wall, before her mouth was sealed shut by green vines that grew from behind her.

Only a sobbing sound remained.

The abilities that Ryza bestowed upon Rand are very comprehensive, but perhaps too comprehensive to be easily mastered.

However, now that the Moon Goddess is before us, using her powers will be much easier.

This time, Rand was able to barely use the green vines as ropes to bind the body of this powerful god.

Thanks to this convenient power, Rand quickly got into the swing of things.

“Weak gods should be humiliated, hehehehe.” Rand’s gaze turned somewhat fierce.

He grabbed Lysa's chin.

Meanwhile, under Rand's control, the growing vines also strangled Lysa's arms, thighs, chest, and groin.

A very standard bondage technique that combines "entertainment" and "practicality".

Rand controlled his strength and released the vines that were sealing Lysa's mouth.

“Goddess, is there anything else you want to say?” Rand asked wickedly.

Lysa defiantly turned her head away, refusing to look Rand in the eye.

Rand grabbed Lysa's chin again, forcing the "stubborn" Lysa to look him in the eye.

Rand's black eyes met Lysa's golden eyes.

Ryza's acting was indeed quite good. Rand could vaguely discern from Ryza's sun-like, golden, and noble eyes a hint of arrogance befitting a god, a struggle to cope with her situation, a touch of panic, a dash of resentment, and a hint of fear.

Rand thought this kind of performance only existed in jokes, but Lysa's shifting gaze did make Rand sense a change in her mind.

Ryza's acting skills are indeed amazing.

“Damn mortal, what have you done to me? Why… why do I have no strength?” Lysa’s voice struggled, her tone tinged with panic.

Although he was forced to look Rand in the eye because Rand had grabbed his chin, he appeared even more flustered.

But Lysa quickly regained her composure, her gaze hardening as she threatened, "Mortal! Have you considered the consequences of doing this? Can you bear them?"

“What if I said I’ve thought about the consequences and can afford to bear them?” Rand continued to play the villainous mortal.

Rand's acting skills are certainly not as perfect as Lysa's.

But Rand only needs to follow his own desires and play himself.

"Spare me!" Realizing that the evil mortal before him was determined to go his own way, the noble god finally showed some weakness.

"Haha, absolutely impossible." Rand tightened the restraints on Lysa's body, making her curvaceous figure even more eye-catching.

Rand pulled out the jar that Lysa had taken out earlier.

This naturally contains chili oil.

Chili peppers were initially used as a spice by Rand, but the insightful Ryza quickly developed them into a torture device.

And what Rand and Lysa are doing now can be considered... torture?
This clearly greatly damaged her dignity as a goddess.

The goddess's gaze was stubborn, yet tinged with tears.

The mortal's whip was merciless, as if it wanted to shatter the goddess's dignity.

Soon, due to the damage the whip caused to her clothes, Ryza's originally quite proper outfit became battle-damaged.

Lysa's eyes were moist, and she was slightly out of breath.

“Bold goddess, do you know your crime? If you beg for mercy now, I might be able to reduce your punishment.” Rand grabbed Lysa’s chin again.

Lysa bit her lip, her lips turning white from the force of her teeth. Lysa didn't want to meet Rand's gaze, but she had nowhere to escape.

"Damn it, you, you." Lysa's chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing.

“So, beautiful goddess, are you ready to submit to me?” Rand smiled.

But the goddess remained stubborn.

Rand's expression also turned cold, just like those wicked human nobles with a perverse sense of humor.

Rand controlled Lysa by the neck with chains and a collar.

He said coldly and with a touch of wicked humor, "Alright, now come with me for a walk."

The beautiful elf, whose clothes were tattered, tried to stand up, but each time she tried, she lost her balance due to the force on her neck and was forced to kneel on the ground.

Then the cruel and evil human nobles continued to pull at the neck.

Outside the wooden house, there was a vast, empty deciduous forest.

The silence seemed to transcend the mundane world.

Having had a week to recover, all traces of the two people's arrival outside the cabin had been completely erased.

It's completely quiet here, a natural forest setting.

Of course, now there's a person and an elf.

Of course, humans stand upright, while elves kneel and crawl, their clothes tattered and unable to conceal the curves of their bodies and their private parts.

At least Rand could easily see Lysa's plumpness, fullness, and perky shape.

Although Lysa often tries to conceal her true appearance, Rand can still piece together a complete impression of her body.

"Evil humans."

The goddess, forced to be led around, was taken for a stroll through the forest by the evil human nobles.

Then she was led back into the house.

"Well, are you ready to give in, my goddess?" Rand snorted.

And at this moment, the goddess no longer wore an expression of disgust towards evil deeds.

She gently touched her mud-stained knees and the whip marks beneath her tattered clothes.

The whip was unlikely to cause real damage to her body, but she could still feel the pain, especially with the evil chili oil invented by Rand.

Indeed, she felt like she was "serving".

But... Lysa looked at Rand, her gaze lingering on Rand's waist and abdomen.

She squinted and took out another jar.

"I'm actually quite satisfied, but you obviously aren't, so would you like to try this?"

"What is this?" Rand picked up the jar, opened it, and found it contained a clear, slippery liquid.

"Lubricant," Lysa gave the answer.

Rand's heart skipped a beat.

He poured some into his hand: "You're going to try this?"

"What, you're not interested?" Lysa asked with a mocking look.

“But this thing doesn’t seem to work when you’re wearing clothes,” Rand commented. “Then you wouldn’t just remove the thing that’s in the way…”

Before Lysa could finish speaking, Rand already understood what she meant.

Rand approached Lysa, reached out his hand, and then the already tattered earthly cloth shattered completely.

Some of the dappled sunlight streaming into the wooden house fell on Lysa's fair body, which was marked with a few red marks.

Lysa felt a little awkward and wanted to cover her body, but forced herself to relax.

Rand, of course, had already seen everything.

Ryza and Rand have never had any real relationship. Although there have been many incidents involving whips and ropes, Ryza has never even bathed with Rand.

The two are more likely to be like-minded than lovers.

But now, some things that were kept secret have been exposed.

Lysa appeared before Rand without reservation.

There was even a hint of awkwardness and restraint that was definitely not acting skill.

After that, Rand became more at ease.

Rand applied the lubricant to Lysa's chest.

Lysa's body was trembling slightly.

Meanwhile, Rand seemed completely oblivious to Lysa's trembling.

Lysa tried hard to appear natural and fearless.

However, it is clear that such concealment is completely ineffective against Rand.

Now, Lysa's inner secrets can no longer be hidden from Rand.

Or perhaps Lysa didn't actually have any intention of hiding anything; she was well aware that she would be seen through.

She wasn't lacking in courage, but she was just a little... "shaking".

Due to the effect of the lubricant, Ryza's already fair skin, which was brighter than moonlight, appeared even more radiant and translucent.

Rand, of course, was already getting restless.

As Lysa said, although Lysa had already had her fill, Rand was far from satisfied.

Rand wasn't entirely uninterested in venting his malice.

Clearly, at times like this, Lysa is more likely to arouse Rand's more primal desires than to guide his violent desires.

After Rand and Lysa had their interactions, Rand often needed other high-ranking members of the Sanctuary to help him resolve some of his repressed desires.

Now, Lysa has decided to solve these problems herself.

So although she was a little awkward, she acted with great determination and without any hesitation.

Lysa trembled as Rand applied lubricant to her body.

This made Ryza, who had never cared about saving face in the past, blush a little.

She actually wanted to explain that it was a natural bodily reaction.

But Lysa knew very well that any explanation would be weak and ineffective, and would instead be tantamount to admitting something in disguise.

So Lysa let Rand do as he pleased, biting her lip and remaining silent.

And soon, Rand had finished painting.

Rand grabbed Lysa's chin again, this time with even more force than before.

“Ryza, you still have a chance to regret it. If you’re scared, you can run away,” Rand said with a light laugh.

Lysa pursed her lips, her skin fair with a rosy glow.

Lysa glared at Rand, then gritted her teeth slightly and said, "Now that things have come to this, how can I back down? Come on then."

It seems Miss Lysa is quite courageous.

To avoid wasting her courage, Lysa urged Rand on from time to time when he saw that he was moving slowly.

At this point, Rand finally took off his clothes and placed his hands on Lysa's waist and shoulders.

At this point, there was no more room for hesitation.

As Rand made his move, Lysa quickly became somewhat resentful again.

“Bold mortal.”

……

About a day has passed.

Rand was very pleased with Lysa's reaction.

As it turns out, even a pervert, even a goddess, can be a force to be reckoned with.

It still has some weaknesses.

At least Rand, who was already very familiar with Lysa's body, could easily figure out Lysa's weaknesses.

Ryza, who had long held an invincible position, finally had a moment of true defeat and begging for mercy.

Despite Ryza's pleas for mercy, he continued to forcibly humiliate her, which was also within Ryza's area of ​​interest.

But when Rand actually did it, Lysa had to admit that she could still be defeated.

So in the end, after enduring a whole night of suffering without any success in begging for mercy, Ryza had no choice but to admit defeat.

Lysa's divine body actually has decent regenerative abilities.

But when Rand got up and dressed again, Lysa remained lying on the bed woven from ivy, unwilling to get up.

“I’ve been missing for over eight days. If you’ve recovered, we can go check on things with the elves. After a while, Vanilla should be able to decide on the location of the capital and then officially ascend the throne.”

“Gods need rest.” Lysa did sit up from the bed, but she was still unwilling to move. She was completely naked, with only her hair covering her, and she curled up against the wall.

If you dressed up Lysa like that and sculpted her into a stone statue, it would surely be a masterpiece that would amaze any stonemason.

Rand had been admiring this beautiful scenery for a long time.

Of course, Rand wouldn't mind watching for a little longer.

"Then let's rest for a while longer." Rand was not as sharp and "cruel" as he had been during the day and the night before.

……

Vanilla had already arrived at the original royal city of the Elven Kingdom ahead of schedule.

The army is still being mobilized, but it is no longer wartime, and Vanilla does not need to follow the army around all the time.

Vanilla looked up at the sky.

The royal city, which originally belonged to the Elven Royal Court and was directly controlled by them, was not exactly welcoming to Vanilla's arrival.

Vanilla hadn't seen His Majesty Rand for a long time and wondered what important matter His Majesty Rand was busy with.

Vanilla has a very clear understanding of the limitations of her own abilities, and she may not be able to help Rand with some of his difficult tasks.

But at least for now, the work related to the unification of the Elf Forest should no longer require His Majesty Rand's attention.

Of course, it would be even better if His Majesty Rand were willing to offer some guidance.

But now it seems that His Majesty Rand probably wants to test her abilities.

Vanilla is also considering matters concerning the Elf God.

The actions of the Restorationists did not attract the Elf God, so should the Elf race, which has truly lost the protection of the Elf God, undergo some changes?
(End of this chapter)