Hero·Blue-“offering of essence” ritual（Eng）

English Version:（Translate by Grok）

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The dank, gloomy Tribunal reeked of damp mold, mingled with the eerie sweetness of cheap incense. At the center of the chamber, a young hero clad in a blue bodysuit knelt before a pale blue magic circle, his neck, wrists, thighs, and ankles bound by iron chains to a golden cross behind him. Blindfolded and gagged with a ball gag, the young hero could neither see nor speak, only emitting ragged “huff, huff” breaths.

Blue, a hero specializing in support and healing, wielded powerful restorative abilities. His true identity was the Holy Son of a vast religious nation, a figure of immense nobility. Yet now, the young hero could only kneel on the cold, moldy stone floor, surrounded by countless heretics with sinister intentions.

“And so,” the leader’s voice was low and laced with malice, a blend of solemnity, mockery, and chilling menace, “‘the offering of essence’ ritual now begins.”

As his words fell, the surrounding heretics chanted in unison, their voices eerie and oppressive, as if performing a forbidden prayer. Blue’s body jolted, acutely aware of a strange magical force invading him. He struggled against the chains once more, but it was futile—his powers had been forcibly drained by the Vallains organization, leaving him no stronger than a robust mortal.

Seeing the young hero’s struggles, the heretic leader sneered and bent down, roughly tearing off Blue’s blindfold. The Tribunal was dimly lit, and Blue’s vision adjusted instantly, his pupils widening in shock as he recognized the man before him—a former cardinal of his own nation. Coveting Blue’s abilities, the man had once plotted to abduct him, only to be thwarted by the Pope’s intervention. He had fled to another country, lying low and rising as a heretic leader.

“Long time no see, esteemed Holy Son,” the leader said, his tone dripping with false humility, his eyes glinting with lascivious intent. He deliberately stared into Blue’s clear, sapphire-like eyes—now blazing with fury—before slowly, almost teasingly, removing the gag, his gaze roaming over the hero’s athletic frame.

“…cough, cough, cough… You… how dare you…” Blue coughed violently, clenching his jaw as he glared at the man. Until moments ago, he had thought he was merely being transported to another of Vallains’ labs or dungeons. He hadn’t imagined they’d collude with an old enemy, delivering him straight into this man’s hands.

“Let me share a little secret,” the leader said, his voice oily and suggestive. “We don’t just covet your ‘holy essence’… we’ve coveted you for a long time.”

“What… what are you saying…” Blue’s voice was hoarse but forceful, his cheeks flushing with anger. He tried to straighten up to confront the man, only to shrink back in horror as the leering leader knelt before him, reaching out to stroke his lower abdomen, then rubbing it with force.

“Get away, you traitors! Don’t touch me… nghaa!” Waves of unwanted pleasure surged from his groin, and Blue’s body stiffened, his eyes flashing with humiliated fury. Undeterred, the leader brazenly unzipped Blue’s now-unprotected bodysuit, seizing the coiled shaft and stroking it vigorously.

…squish! …squelch! …squish!

“Oh, the ‘sacred vessel’ brimming with divine power is so… full…” The leader’s voice was low and greasy, equal parts indulgent and pathologically satisfied, making no effort to hide his blasphemous intent. He continued until Blue’s shaft stood fully erect, a few drops of precum leaking from the tip. Only then did the flushed leader reluctantly stop, his cheeks tinged with arousal.

“No matter how many times I behold it, it never fails to captivate me…” His lascivious gaze roamed over Blue’s exposed member, his tongue licking his lips as if appraising a priceless trophy—or salivating over a delectable feast, eager to devour it.

Blue clenched his jaw, his broad chest heaving as he fought to suppress his humiliation. But no amount of defiance could change his desperate situation. The leader, eyes gleaming with lust, stood up, a sudden glint of cruelty flashing in his gaze. He raised a foot, the toe of his leather boot striking Blue’s shaft.

“Hurry up, Holy Son. Offer your ‘holy essence’ to us! Now! Hah!!”

…thud!!

“…Gaaah!!”

The sensitive tip took a heavy blow, forcing a muffled roar from the young hero as his shaft twitched from the impact. The leader stared at Blue’s pained, restrained expression, a flicker of sadistic delight in his eyes, and raised his right foot again.

“For all the years I’ve served you, Holy Son, I don’t believe you’ve ever been serviced by my boots. No matter—henceforth, I’ll use even rarer tools to serve you, heh heh heh…”

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