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Report on "Bonds and Trials" of Monks and Saint Knights
🕑 Added 2023-11-26 13:34:44 +0000 UTCThe "God of Bonds and Trials" is recognized only in the underground of this Shreya ruins. There is no religion to honor him, and he has never appeared in history. No one even knows his name.
"Is this voice really something that can be called a god?"
Dicad said as he crushed the gargoyle in front of him. The winged creature that had attacked them earlier was now back to being a mass of rock and dirt, as if it had been there from the beginning. Mixed in with the sound of the demons shattering, a voice echoed in Dicad's head.
Ye have shown your strength, come through. I have already heard this voice many times since I went under the ruins.
"So you are saying, Dicad, that this being who claims to be a god is a fake?"
"Hahaha, I would not go so far as to assert that. I am a monk, not an archaeologist."
Osric asked while sheathing his sword right next to Dicad. The voice that deceived God was actually the devil. Such stories are common in heroic tales.
"Our mission is to investigate these ruins. But if this voice is deceiving, tricking, and bringing tragedy to the people, it is like a statement of determination that we will not allow this dicad, ha ha ha."
With that, Dicad displayed a body too strong to be called a monk.
"I see. That is quite right! It would be a shame for Osric to leave it unattended, knowing that it is indeed an evil plot, and that it would ruin the name of the Saint Knight!"
Osric agreed with such a hot and bitter attitude without hesitation, and added another hot and bitter creed.
Guild Master Bearceth's decision to entrust the dungeon investigation to these two men was both right and wrong.
A holy knight and a priest. Holy magic, strong bodies, and a love of justice.
The compatibility between these two men with so many things in common is outstanding. If they have double the ability to heal, they have double the muscle power, double the bravery, and double, double, double the justice. And as a result, they were less than half as careful and thoughtful.
Without hesitation, the two men pushed forward to the deepest part of the mountain, overcoming numerous challenges in no time at all.
"When I heard that I was paired with a monk, I had assumed that I would be the vanguard."
"No, no, no, it is only because of you, Mr. Osric. No, it is only because of you, Lord Osric, that I have been able to do this. Your bravery to end evil without regard for yourself is inspiring to see."
The two praised each other as they trudged through one more room.
The dungeon was made up of a series of similar rooms.
As they entered, the door closed and the ordeal set in that room hit them.
Riddles. Golems. Gargoyles.
When they overcome them, they hear voices.
The door opens and you go to the next room. The process repeats itself.
"But why did they build such a big setup?"
Dicad wondered as he stepped through another room. He was sweating profusely in his vestments and tights, as if he had been going at too fast a pace.
"They all look as if they are training us rather than repelling intrusion."
Perhaps it's the effect of his exuberant spirit from the battle, Dicad speaks calmly, but he gazes entranced at his pumped-up arms.
"Or perhaps it really was just a training ground!"
Osric said the same as he cooled his hot flesh in his armor.
"Perhaps it is a bond and a test, a way to train strong men like us against further threats. If so, this voice may not be so bad ......, but rather a good god!"
The two men conquered the dungeon with an attitude and speed that was exactly the kind of training they enjoyed. In fact, they were far more skilled than was appropriate, and few things were too difficult for them. If I were to write a report, it would be something along the lines of, "There are a few things that are questionable, but no problems. Until now.
"This is the innermost part, I suppose."
Dicad said when he finally reached the end and saw that there was no door in front of him.
Instead, he found a large, empty room with no traps or golems. It was clearly different.
"It's not exactly a grand prize."
"But what kind of ordeal is this?"
The two men were puzzled, but a voice sounded as if to give them an answer.
Show me your friendship, and I will show you your true treasure.
"Muh?"
As soon as the voice was heard, the only door that came in closed with a sound.
"Is this a friendship ......?"
"I think we both worked together to get through this dungeon, but was that not enough...... you say?"
"Well, that's odd, because I've had a lot of faith in Lord Osric throughout this journey!"
"I have nothing but admiration for the manly spirit of Osric the Monk Dicad!"
The two men looked at each other with rugged faces and answered sincerely and honestly.
"Then I guess we'll just have to show them by what we do after this."
The two men looked at each other and nodded quietly.
The males were full of determination, but from the outside, their actions were very silly.
A friendly appearance.
The two men took the words at face value and decided to show their true colors.
First, they shook hands by connecting their thick palms.
Seeing that nothing happened, they tried to clasp each other's shoulders as if they were drunks in a bar.
When that didn't work, I sang loudly, a little shyly this time.
But neither the door nor his voice responded to any of these attempts.
Kumite. A prayer. Another culture's handshake.
We tried everything we could think of, one by one, but none of them bore any fruit.
The walls didn't move, no voices were heard, and time passed in vain.
"Now, what do we do?"
The two men scratched their heads, muttering similar words without looking at each other.
The enemy was not approaching, but there were limits to their food and strength. If they continue to be trapped, there is only one outcome awaiting the humans.
We are in a quiet predicament.
Something must be done.
The two men had no words for the solution that came to their minds.
The two are unnaturally far apart for just two people in the deepest part of the dungeon.
Both gazes met as they glanced at each other.
They turned their heads away from each other, their words slurring, "What should we do now?
Both are aware of it.
Both are aware of the possibility.
But they were afraid to say it out loud.
Not a short time passed in silence.
"Something we haven't tried ...... yet, in case ...... you're wondering."
Dicad muttered as if he had made up his mind.
The vestments he had been wearing, no matter how much he sweated, were removed from his body with a slap. Dicad slowly approached Osric, dressed in deep blue tights that clearly revealed his well-developed muscles.
He then said, "Well, ...... of course I know that you don't want me to, Mister Osric."
"No, no, no, don't worry about it. We are on a mission to make it through, make sure it's safe, and bring back information ............."
Before they could exchange words about what they were going to do, Osric was on his feet as well. First, he removed his weapon and put his hand on the clasp of his armor. The two men closed the distance between them fearfully.
"But how much more of that ...... friendly appearance do you need?"
"Ummm,......, it may be a little more than you think."
Dicad in his blue tights and Osric in his light armor. The two sweaty bodies are close enough to touch each other.
"I'm just going to go to ...... for now."
Both men reached out their hands and finally touched each other.
The two men were as awkward as two virgins for muscular men to be doing that.
They were not together for that purpose. Two unwanted people.
But they had to do it.
They had to be awkward.
"Mmm............"
Dicad's crotch is enveloped by Osric's hand, as if he was born to hold a sword.
Gently stimulated by the warm palms of his hands, Dicad rocked his hips and moaned.
"Fuuuu...... uuu"
Osric's voice escaped from the back of his throat as Dicad rubbed his ass. In terms of stimulation, it wasn't much. The manly smell that rises from the hair and neck of the man right in front of you ...... sounds good, but the thick body odor that would make a normal person frown increases the arousal.
"Oh,......, I'm getting comfortable."
"Wow, I feel strange ...... too, no, I feel good."
The two men pouted awkwardly and rubbed their crotches and buttocks awkwardly.
The two were in a state of friendship. They had begun what seemed to be the final stage of the act. To put it simply, it was foreplay for sex.
"I'm in trouble, I didn't know it was such an ordeal."
"Well, it hasn't been decided yet,......, but we won't know until we try."
We have no choice but to do so.
Even so, their crotches quickly became erect and obscene shapes floated in the air as they floated their hips.
"......But, oh ......how splendid, Mister Osric."
"If that's the case, Dicad has a rod worthy of such a strong body. ........."
"And that scent, that face, ah ............ ah ......"
"Mmm, nuh-uh ......."
It was no longer words to cover up their mutual embarrassment.
The heat was rising rapidly.
"Ah, Mister Osric, you have a body worthy of a holy knight. ...... Ahh...... hmmm...... hmmm..."
There was something wrong. It was Osric who noticed it.
"What ...... "
"What's the matter, Mister Osric, your hand is still, you see, if we don't expose and show our friendship, ...... this is also for the sake of saving people, for the sake of the world."
The emblem that floats between the legs is flickering strongly and obnoxiously. The curse that seals, opens and distorts the male libido.
Osric's secret part, which he had never spoken of to anyone, was shining intensely right now. It must not yet be night outside. But it had been activated by repeated stimulation.
"This is not good. ......!"
Osric had suffered from this in the past, but they were all problems that were contained within himself. He did not know until this very moment that this light, this magic, could affect others.
"Mr. Dicad, if you are on 'this,'" he said.
"What are you doing? ...... Come on, let's be more daring and manly. ......"
Dicad's eyes were clearly going insane. The sexual desire that he had always possessed was being released all at once. The desire was a powerful whirlpool that drove the supposedly celibate monk.
"For some reason, power welled up in my body, oh ...... surely this is proof of the bond between us."
Dicad did not wait for Osric to speak, but pushed his body down.
"You see, such a perverted act can be done easily if you care about ...... justice and the bond you have developed with ...... Osric. You can do it."
Dicad rubbed his face against Osric's crotch, his face contorted in embarrassment.
His face contorts like a lecherous monkey as he cheek-fishes on his erect meat stick.
"Oh Lord Dicad, I am ....... Oh ...... what a fine stick of flesh, oh ...... to be shown such a thing, to be shown such a thing ......!"
Osric was not disgusted, but rather was intensely aroused by the sight of such a face.
He was inexpressibly lovely to see his own body being lusted after.
I wonder if this is the result of this curse.
The ability to make a calm decision to think about such a thing was lost first and foremost.
"Indeed, this power of mine may have been sent by God for this time ...... for us to overcome this difficulty. ...... ♥"
I want it.
I want to be one.
I want the male in front of me, I want him, I want him, I want him.
The desire completely overcame the knight.
Osric, defeated, covered Dicad's body and regained the mounting position.
"Oh, how bold!"
"As a knight, you must sometimes be bold enough to take the offensive, you know."
Osric rubbed his erect crotch against Dicad. The two men and women stimulated each other's crotch with a grind, as they do with men and women.
Several times, Osric deliberately and exaggeratedly moaned, "Ohhhhhh! The acting soon ceased to be acting and she really started to scream with pleasure. But ......
"The door still doesn't seem to be open."
"Ummm, this is a problem, if it goes any further, ......♥ mmmm♥"
The two of them slowly moved their faces closer together, sniffing wildly.
They were nose to nose and eye to eye with each other. No words were needed just for that look.
The pointed tips of their mouths, their lowered eyebrows, and their hot breaths took their place.
"So, then."
"Gingerly, gingerly ♥♥♥♥♥."
The two male swellings face each other without a second thought.
Their lips collided with each other without the slightest gap between them. Their tongues and saliva are entwined with each other.
Their bodies glowed faintly.
It was the exact same glow, and it lit up the two of them as if they were one body.
"Nnnnnggggg♥♥♥♥♥♥"
Osric's hips swayed obnoxiously over the body of the monk who straddled him.
He stimulated Dicad's muscles with the flesh of his buttocks, and I could see his face contorting in a pleasurable way.
"Now let's get even more frisky, or we'll never get out of here."
At the moment Osric's words reached Dicad's brain, his testicles, dangling between his legs, gushed out a profusion of male juice.
"I can't help it. I can't help it now."
It can't be helped. It can't be helped. It's for the sake of the world and for the sake of others.
Osric and Dicad stimulated each other's buttocks and groin, repeating these words.
"I'm sure it's no good if we don't get involved."
The monk panted while making a face like a dirty man himself.
The monk pouted, looking like a dirty man, "If you make even the slightest pretense of disgust, it's going to be a mistake. Come on, more ......♥."
The saint knight shook his hips as if driven by a sense of mission.
"Oh, but the thought of such a fine, strong, muscular male mass entering my ass-hole is quite intimidating."
"What are you talking about? If you are a knight who has fought so valiantly, my cock must be of a very ordinary size."
Osric was clearly excited, despite his verbal refusal.
Dicad understood this and showed off his thick, muscular rod.
The two enjoyed this tantalizing prelude to a full-blown fuck, touching their magnificent rods and asses together.
Finally, it was Osric who crossed the line.
"The world is a place where we do not exist, and we hear voices calling out for us!"
"We must get out of here as soon as possible, as soon as possible ♥"
The two men, their voices raised, hips slamming, buttocks slamming, making a violent sound.
The two men slammed their hips and asses into each other, making loud slapping noises as they slammed their hips and asses into each other.
"Ohhhh ♥♥♥!"
The huge meat stick entered his ass and gouged deeply inside his body.
"Oh! What a magnificent meat stick! As expected of Dicad, you have a big cock that is as big as you fight."
"Oh, Osric, what a powerful asshole you have! Oh, how powerful is your ass hole!"
Not only did they slam into each other hard, but they also praised each other and made love.
Not only in words. Not only with their bodies. They kissed each other with their mouths overflowing with desire, skin on skin, cock on cock, breastplate on breastplate. They rubbed their well-trained bodies against each other as if they were competing with each other.
'Well, we couldn't be more respectful, cordial, and bonded, oh! Oh!"
"I can feel Dicad deep in my belly."
"Ohhhh ......, I can't take any more of this! My strong male juices are inside of you, mmmmmmmm!"
"I'm going to be in my own body! I'm not sure how much more I can take. The most important thing is that you should be able to see the difference between a man and a woman! There is no better bond than this! It doesn't exist!"
"That's right, this proves our bond! Our, ah ♥ unbearable ♥"
A man who uses his hips so hard that no one believes him when he is told he is a monk.
A man who feels in his asshole with a face that makes you doubt your ears even if you are told he is a Saint Knight.
The two males were sobbing with pleasure on the verge of ejaculation as they moved their hips in and out of each other's cervix. The pleasure of having a meat stick enter up to the base of the cock.
The shock and pleasure of the prostate being mercilessly crushed.
All the brain cells screamed with pleasure and melted away.
"I'm cumming! Come on, let me see more of your bondage, Dicad♥."
"I'm going to cum too! I'm going to pour this monk's muscular male juice into this Saint Knight's wonderfully beautiful body! Now, accept my sperm!♥"
"Nnnnnggggg♥♥♥♥♥♥"
They were again mouth to mouth, screaming and panting inaudibly.
They made love, exchanging words of praise for each other, gasps of pleasure, and the pleasure of their cocks and asses filling each other's mouths.
"................ Now let's bond more. Next, Master Monk Dicad should show off the muscularity of his ass ♥."
"I see, indeed. Oh, I must prove that my shield and these fine muscles are not the only places where I am strong. ......... ♥"
After ejaculating, the two did not wilt or fade at all, and were entwined in their desire for more.
The door was open right next to them.
But whether they realized it or not, they were simply engrossed in making love and intertwining with each other.
The lovemaking continued for three or four more times, as long as the male was strong enough to continue.
Report
Multiple golems and gargoyles appear inside. The existence of villains such as opposition parties and magicians has not been confirmed.
In the deepest part of the dungeon, they were asked to perform movements that confirmed their bond with each other.
This includes not only mental contact but also physical contact.
Specifically, they were only released after engaging in acts similar to sexual intercourse. It is unknown how many times they have sex to prove their bond.
This is probably why no accurate report has been published until today.
It is still unclear why such a test is being prepared.
However, except for the final test, there is little danger as the tests are strictly for training warriors.
Only the final test may have been distorted from its original purpose.
Only in the deepest part was a crest that could not be seen in other rooms.
However, in any case, it is unknown who did it.
Osric
Learned : Swordsmanship skills
Learned : Resist physical attack
Learned : Combination
Learned : Anal sensitivity (large)
Learned : Homosexual predilection
Dicad
Learned : Vanguard's ability
Learned : Combination
Learned : Anal sensitivity(small)
Learned : Lewd crest
Learned : Homosexual predilection
