Reincarnated with the Mind Control Powers in Another World. Chapter 1155: Chpayer-1156

*SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP*

"Anhhhh~ Yessss Masterrr~ Fuck meeeee moreeeee~" Mira shrieked, the sound echoing as she experienced Anon's massive member thrusting within her.

Anon, gripping her ample backside tightly, proceeded to have intercourse with her at a furious pace, like a creature overcome by primal urges.

Mira, struggling to remain upright against a tree, had one leg thrown over Anon's shoulder, the other trembling against the ground.

Meanwhile, Anon's left hand fondled her buttocks, while the fingers of his right hand were placed inside her mouth.

Mira's tongue swirled around his fingers, her half-lidded eyes locking with Anon's, a silent plea for even more intense pleasure.

Abruptly, Anon withdrew his hand from her mouth and seized her neck, closing the distance between them and stretching her legs further apart.

"ANHHHHHHHH~ MASTTTERRRRRRR~ My leggggggg~" Mira bellowed, her voice carrying through the dense forest.

"I shall utilize this portable succubus of yours for as long as I desire, whenever the mood strikes, and in any manner I choose... Do you comprehend?" Anon inquired, a lecherous grin gracing his features as he gazed upon Mira.

"Y-Y-Y-Yes... Master, please use my body as you see fit, caress my breasts with abandon, and strike my posterior with all your might... My very being is yours to command, Master." Mira cried out, her tongue lolling from her mouth, saliva dripping onto the earth, her vision blurred.

Her mind was dissolving, overwhelmed by raw, untamed desire.

*SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP*

For the subsequent thirty minutes, Anon continued his relentless assault on her nether regions without pause.

...

Concurrently, within the Morgan Kingdom...

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*

A colossal detonation reverberated from the Morgan Kingdom's outer magical defense barrier.

"EMERGE, DETROIT..." Jerfinndor bellowed, a dark, malevolently glowing orb brimming with negative mana coalescing above his gaping maw.

*Swish*

He promptly directed the arcane projectile towards the very spot he had previously struck.

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*

*Crack*

Faint fissures began to spiderweb across the formidable barrier.

...

Within the Royal Castle,

"My Lord... My Lord..." A mage frantically announced, rushing into the grand hall, his eyes landing on Detroit, who was adorned in his usual attire.

"It is Jerfinndor... His fury is palpable. How much longer can the barrier withstand his assault, and where is my ancestral blade?" Detroit questioned, a flicker of bewilderment clouding his expression as he surveyed his surroundings.

"My Lord... The barrier has already sustained damage equivalent to fifty percent of its integrity. We have requisitioned the aid of the entire Mage Tower, and they are exerting their utmost to maintain its stability, but two to three more direct strikes, and it shall crumble." The mage replied, his voice laced with palpable fear.

"His rage shall not persist indefinitely... Today, I shall either vanquish him or perish by his hand. Jerfinndor possesses the singular capability, might, and expertise required to extinguish my life.

However, I too wield an artifact I have safeguarded for eons." Detroit declared, a subtle smile playing on his lips as he descended from his throne.

He then approached one of the colossal pillars supporting the Royal Castle, placing his hand against its unyielding surface.

*Fuuuu*

"From the abyssal depths whence the eternally damned reside... From the vengeful ire of the demon god Ariel... From the unbridled wrath of Kalis?s progeny, and From the mournful laments of those lost within the Shadowfell.

I SUMMON FORTH THE FORBIDDEN RELIC... THE TRIDENT OF NADIA, DARK-ASPORBA."

*CRACCCCCCKKKKKKKK*

*THUD*

"What in the- " The mage stood utterly aghast as immense cracks violently rent the pillar asunder. His eyes widened further when the pillar fractured completely, disgorging a magical trident emanating a profoundly sinister and foreboding aura.

It was as though the lamentations of condemned souls were inextricably bound to the artifact, their anguish echoing against their will.

The moment Detroit grasped the trident, his eyes transmuted into abyssal black voids, and the horn adorning his forehead began to elongate considerably.

His back contorted, tearing asunder to reveal the emergence of two colossal black wings, and an exquisitely wicked, maniacal grin spread across his visage.

"This unfathomable power... Hehehehe.... It is always most welcome." Detroit uttered, advancing slowly toward the petrified mage.

"M-My- I-I-I cannot... Br-Breath, m-my lord." The mage stammered, his body succumbing to an icy paralysis, subjected to an overwhelming pressure that rendered normal respiration an impossible feat.

With each step Detroit took closer, the oppressive force intensified. Finally, as Detroit reached his side, the mage?s eyeballs ruptured, bleeding profusely, and his entire form exploded outwards like an overfilled water sac .

*Chek*

His bloodied ichor splattered across Detroit?s face.

"Ah... The taste of blood, my profound delight." Detroit proclaimed with a sinister smile, licking a droplet of the crimson fluid with his tongue before launching himself from the castle, borne aloft by his newly unfurled dark wings.

*Swish*

Upon exiting the castle confines, he observed legions of Morgan demons occupying the thoroughfares, their gazes fixed upon Jerfinndor, expressions a mixture of apprehension and dread.

"Are you serious? Who gets scared of a mere dragon... How pathetic," Detroit scoffed with a grin, accelerating towards Jerfinndor at maximum speed.

*Swissssssssh*

Upon closing the distance, Detroit gripped his trident firmly and yanked his arm back with all his might.

*Stretch*

"Take this, you overgrown lizard!" Detroit roared, launching the trident at Jerfinndor with the entirety of his power.

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*

The trident breached the sound barrier the instant it left Detroit's grasp, reaching Jerfinndor in mere seconds.

"What the-" Jerfinndor spotted the incoming trident but couldn't identify the object until it was perilously close. Without a moment's hesitation, Jerfinndor veered sharply to his right, narrowly evading the weapon.

*Swissssssssh*

Jerfinndor watched the trident speed past, a serious expression settling on his face.

"Hey... Bastard, where are you looking?" Detroit's voice suddenly boomed from behind him.

*Swish*

Jerfinndor attempted to turn his head towards Detroit, but before he could fully rotate it...

*THUDDDDDDDDD*

Detroit delivered a kick to his face with such astonishing force that Jerfinndor's scales were instantly ripped away.

"Rule number one: Never take your- Hmm...?" Before Detroit could finish his statement, he felt something coiling around his legs.

Glancing down, he saw Jerfinndor's tail ensnaring his legs.

"Damn..."