In the Goryeo Kingdom, in 1300 AD, when the spring breeze carried the scent of peach blossoms mixed with blood from the battlefield, there stood a giant palace known as the Palace of the Golden Moon. There reigns King Lucian, a figure who is no longer an ordinary human. The blood of his father—the most handsome and sadistic Greek god, Ares, who thirsted for bloodshed—flowed in his veins. His mother was the most beautiful woman on the entire Korean peninsula, a noble concubine who died giving birth to him. King Lucian's skin was pale white like freshly squeezed milk, his nose was sharp like a divine sword, his jaw was firm as if he had been carved from Greek marble. His eyes were big round, a gaze as sharp as an eagle's that was ready to rip apart souls, with deep eyelids that made every glance feel like a curse. His lips were small and thin, always curved in a deadly smile that could shake anyone's heart—male or female.
His body is slender, upright, 200 centimeters tall, stocky and muscular with a perfectly sculpted six-pack stomach. His Adam's apple jutted out as he spoke, his voice deep and booming like the thunder of Olympus. He was dressed luxuriously in a combination of Greek and Goryeo nationality: a blood-red silk robe studded with gold with a Korean dragon motif fused with Greek laurel leaves, a diamond leather belt around his slender waist. As the richest king in Asia, his kingdom had countless treasures—gold from China, jewels from India, slaves from Japan. Many neighboring kingdoms were willing to bend their knees, sending tribute and their princesses just for one smile from him.
He is good at painting. With the brush, an ugly face can be transformed into a heavenly angel or a seductive angel. Thousands of concubines and hundreds of mistresses filled his harem, but none were able to bear him children. Court rumors whispered: King Lucian was hungry for sex. The size of his dick is legendary—35 cm when not tense, thick with prominent veins, head as big as a fist. When erect, it reaches 40 cm, a thick length capable of tearing anyone apart. He can judge people's character just from the lines of their face or palms. Many women from all over Goryeo compete to attract him. But he was known to be cold-blooded, cruel and merciless. When he has sex with women, he never touches their vaginal canals—he always pokes their anal holes roughly, as if taking revenge on the world. Rumors say he is gay. In fact, he is bisexual. It's just that pleasure for him is the pain he gives.
Until one day, in a slum market by the Han River, he met Eun-bi.
Eun-bi is just a commoner girl, 19 years old. Her face was dirty from road dust, but behind it was hidden a deadly beauty: a sweet face like a porcelain doll, a fantastically sexy body—a perfect bohay, wide, perfectly round buttocks that swayed when she walked, big round breasts that defied gravity, small but thick lipsseductive, small sharp nose, big round eyes like a doll that are innocent but full of secrets. He begs and sings folk songs with a sweet voice, but no one bats an eye because of how dirty he is. His stomach was hungry, but he still smiled.
King Lucian, who was disguising himself as a rich merchant to avoid assassins, sat in a simple restaurant. He forgot to bring change to pay for the bowl of soup. The restaurant owner was angry, threatening to call the executioner. Suddenly Eun-bi approached, her dirty little hand holding out her last copper coin—the result of busking all day.
"Just take it, sir. Food should not be rejected by a hungry stomach," he said quietly, his voice like a spring breeze.
King Lucian looked at his face. In an instant, he read the lines of her palm: pure, untainted, worshiping the One God—not Greek gods or Korean spirits. His gaze was sharp, but Eun-bi wasn't afraid. He even smiled shyly. The king smiled his deathly smile. The dead heart trembled for the first time.
That night, Eun-bi was captured by guards and taken to the palace as a nobi servant—the lowest of the low. The other servants mocked him out loud. "Look at the ugly one! Face like a sewer rat!" "Her body is bohay, but it's definitely damaged!" Eun-bi said nothing. She cleaned the palace bathroom while praying silently to the One God, asking for the strength to preserve her virginity. He never gave in to the temptation of the concubines who offered their bodies to the king.
King Lucian watched him from behind the curtain. Every night, he paints Eun-bi's face—from dirty to angelic. But he didn't call him. Not yet.
Until he announced the competition to elect the empress. Tens of thousands of women and men from all over Asia and Goryeo came. Reward: a throne next to the king, unlimited riches, and a legendary first night. This race is dark, deadly, full of mystery.
First act: Walk in burning embers with melted lava.
The floor of the palace was transformed into a hellish abyss. Red-hot embers, bubbling lava. Anyone who makes a sound—a scream, a moan—is immediately eliminated, or worse, thrown in the deep end. Dozens of contestants burned alive, their skin blistered, their screams filled the air. Eun-bi, who was forced to join by jealous servants, stepped out in bare feet. The heat was excruciating, the flesh was almost burnt. He winced in pain, teeth chattering, but made no sound. Tears flowed, but he prayed silently: "One God, give me strength." He escaped. King Lucian looked down at him from his throne, his dick throbbing beneath his robes.
Second round: Poisoned glass.
Each contestant drinks from a crystal glass filled with deadly poison—a mixture of belladonna and snake blood. Many convulsed, vomited blood, died with their eyes wide open. Eun-bi drank without hesitation. Poison burned his throat, his vision blurred. But he survived. The secret? His sincere prayers. Raja tersenyum tipis. He knew this girl was different.
Third act: Giant maze.
A 10-kilometer underground labyrinth, full of traps, Greek mythical monsters raised by the blood of king gods—small hydras, minotaurs. Time only 3 hours. The screams of contestants being eaten alive echoed. Eun-bi ran, her breath short, her sexy body wet with sweat. He almost died at the minotaur's claws, but the memory of the king's smile gave him strength. He got out on time, body tired but intact.
Fourth round: Sexy dance.
In the large hall, the torch lights were dim. Eun-bi wears her nobi's loose clothes—not a fancy dress. He dances. Her hips moved slowly, her round buttocks swayed seductively, her big breasts rose and fell. He wasn't teasing on purpose; she dances for her God, but her body naturally invites lust. King Lucian felt his dick harden to the point of pain, 40 cm straining against his robe. He almost tore his clothes in public.
Fifth act: Chanting.
Eun-bi's voice is melodious, a song about pure, unwavering love. Every note touched the king's cold soul.
Sixth round: The walls move.
The walls of the labyrinth come to life, forming the silhouette of a sexy girl—big buttocks, full breasts, seductive hips. Contestants must imitate the movements perfectly. Eun-bi did it gracefully, her body moving like a seductive snake.
Final round: Men's test.
Nobody was told. Hundreds of burly men, perfect muscles, handsome faces like gods, took off their clothes. They sigh, moan, touch their own bodies sensually. Their naked bodies glistened with sweat, their cocks strained. Many female contestants immediately got wet, approached, failed. Eun Bi? He looked down, praying. Don't be tempted. Matanya tetap suci. He escaped.
All other contestants died or failed. Only Eun-bi remains.
That night, in the king's private room, the door was locked. The air was full of the scent of incense and lust. King Lucian stood naked in front of him. The god's body was perfect—bulging muscles, throbbing 40 cm cock, big head glistening with precum. "You're mine now, Eun-bi," he whispered, voice cold but full of dark passion.
He pulled the girl roughly onto the silk bed. Eun-bi trembles, but doesn't fight back. "Sir... I'm still a virgin," she whispered.
The king laughed lowly, sadistically. "I know. But I have never touched a woman's sacred hole." He turned Eun-bi's body over, opening her legs wide. The perfectly round buttocks were on display. With one brutal thrust, his 40 cm thick cock thrust into the girl's anal hole. Eun-bi screams in pain—full, tearing, hot. Tapi raja tak berhenti. He rocked his hips roughly, going in and out deeply, the veins of his cock rubbing against her inner walls. "You're so tight... so hot..." he groaned, his hands squeezing Eun-bi's big breasts from behind.
Eun-bi cries, but amidst the pain there is a dark pleasure that she doesn't understand. Her body shook, her feminine fluids dripped onto the bed. The king became more brutal—he thrust deeper, his hands squeezed the girl's neck slowly, his dark psychology emerged: "You are mine. Your God can't save you from me." But Eun-bi prayed silently, and somehow, the pain turned into waves of pleasure. She orgasmed for the first time—her body spasmed, her anal hole biting the king's cock tightly.
King Lucian couldn't stand it. With an animal-like roar, he shot his hot cum deep into Eun-bi's hole, a thick white flood that overflowed. But that's not the end. He turned her around, this time looking into her eyes. "You're different," he whispered, voice suddenly soft. He kissed Eun-bi's thick lips gently, his tongue dancing. For the first time, he touched her vagina—his long finger entered slowly, finding her virginity. "Tonight, I will break everything for you."
He pushed his still erect penis into Eun-bi's vagina. The feeling of tearing her virginity made the girl scream, but the king hugged her tightly, kissing away her tears. "You make this god feel love," he whispered in her ear. Their movements became faster, lewd, bodies crashing into each other. Eun-bi's breasts swayed wildly, her butt slapped lightly. Second orgasm, third—she screamed the king's name. The king spurted again, this time inside her womb, hoping to finally have an heir.
Outside the room, the palace was dark. Rumors of the king's gayness disappeared. But a new mystery emerges: why did Eun-bi survive all the poison and hell? Is the One God stronger than the blood of a god king? And will this dark love destroy the kingdom... or save it?
King Lucian hugged Eun-bi who was sleeping tiredly, his dick still half erect inside the girl's body. His smile was no longer deadly—but full of longing. "You're mine forever," he whispered. But in Eun-bi's heart, prayers continued to flow: the One God would never leave her.
And so, amidst blood, lust, and prayers, begins a dark romance story that will shake Asia.
That night in King Lucian's private chambers, the air was still thick with the sweet scent of sweat, semen, and palace incense. Eun-bi lay weakly on the king's bare chest, her plump body still shaking with the residual pleasure that she herself had never imagined. Her anal hole felt full and sore, but also warm with the remaining hot cum that was still dripping slowly down her inner thighs. Her large breasts rose and fell rapidly with panting breaths, while Lucian's strong fingers gently rubbed her back - a touch that was a complete contrast to the roughness earlier.
For the first time in his long life, King Lucian did not immediately get up and leave a woman after making love. He hugged Eun-bi tightly, his chin resting on the top of her head, his deep voice booming softly like the whisper of a god just learning to love.
"You... make me feel things I never wanted," he muttered. His sharp, eagle-like eyes were now gentle, almost fragile. "Your prayer... is like sweet poison. It is killing my darkness slowly."
Eun-bi raised her face. Tears still welled up in her big round innocent eyes. "Master... I'm scared. But... I also don't want to leave your arms." Her voice was trembling, but there was strength in it—the strength of a commoner girl who had once survived on the slum streets of the Han River. In his heart, a prayer to the One God still floated softly: Protect me... but if this is Your way, let me learn to love this monster.
Lucian lowered his head, kissed Eun-bi's thick lips gently, his tongue dancing slowly, not fiercely like before. The kiss was full of dark longing, as if he was afraid of losing this girl tomorrow morning. "Tomorrow you will no longer be a nobi. You will be my queen. And I will kill anyone who dares look at you with lust."
Morning dawned with the scent of peach blossoms mixed with blood smoke.
Suddenly the bedroom door was banged hard. The voice of the bodyguard outside trembled with fear. "Your Majesty! Attack! The shadow army of the Silla Kingdom has infiltrated! They are bringing with them the mythical monsters you resurrected long ago—the three-headed Hydra and the giant Minotaur! They are demanding Eun-bi as a sacrificial offering!"
Lucian got up instantly. His 200 cm body immediately tensed up, his six pack muscles twitched, his still half erect dick swayed heavily as he jumped out of bed and put on his blood red robe. His eyes turned cold again, his deadly smile appeared again. "They dare touch mine?"
He turned to Eun-bi who hurriedly wrapped her body in a silk blanket. "Stay here."
"But Master—" Eun-bi rose, her large breasts almost spilling out of the thin blanket. "I don't want to be alone. If I come along... maybe my prayers can help."
Lucian hesitated for a moment. But there was something in the girl's eyes—a holy courage that made her Ares blood ripple strangely. "Come along. But behind me. If you get even the slightest injury... I will burn their entire kingdom."
The main hall of the Golden Moon Palace had turned into a hellish battlefield.
The marble floor is cracked everywhere. Black smoke billowed. The fire-breathing Hydra's three heads roared ferociously, poisonous green blood spurting out each time its head was severed—but it always grew back twice its size. Beside him, a four meter tall Minotaur swung a giant axe, its horns piercing the guards until they were torn apart.
Silla's shadow army—two hundred men dressed in black with skull masks—stormed in from all directions. They are not ordinary people; their blood was mixed with a dark spell that made it difficult for their bodies to die.
Lucian jumped into the crowd like a living god of war. His robe was open, his bare chest glistening with the sweat and blood of the enemy. With a Greek longsword in his right hand and Ares's fist in his left, he slashed. One swing — three Hydra heads were severed at once. Poisonous blood spurted over his body, but he just laughed maniacally. "You think my father's blood can hurt me?!"
Eun-bi watched from the balcony above, her heart pounding. He saw how the king who had hugged him lovingly had now become a killing machine. But strangely... he wasn't afraid. In fact, there was a strange vibration in his stomach, between his legs which were still wet from last night. God... forgive me. I feel... proud.
Suddenly a Silla witch casts a dark spell on Eun-bi. The black arrow shot quickly, ready to pierce the girl's chest.
Lucian turned around as fast as lightning. He caught the arrow with his bare palm—his skin burned, blood dripping. "DON'T TOUCH HIM!" he roared. His voice boomed like Olympus thunder, making the entire hall shake.
With burning anger, he lunged at the Minotaur. His fist hit the monster's stomach until it cracked. The Minotaur roared, his ax slashing towards Lucian. The king dodged with graceful movements like a dancer, then jumped onto the monster's back and stabbed its neck from behind. Blood spurted profusely, splashing Lucian's face, who now looked like a sexy and deadly god of death.
Eun-bi can't take it anymore. He ran downstairs, his bare feet touching the blood-hot floor. In the midst of the chaos, he knelt among the corpses and fire, his hands raised. "One God... protect the man You gave me. Turn his darkness into light... even just a little."
Something happens.
The air shook. A soft white light swept across the hall. The hydra that had almost revived suddenly convulsed, its three heads screaming in pain as if a holy spirit was burning them from the inside. The Minotaur collapsed to the floor, its body smoking. Silla's shadow troops screamed, their bodies blistered as if touched by holy water.
Lucian turned around. His eyes widened at the sight of Eun-bi kneeling in the middle of the battlefield, her black hair flying, her silk blanket sagging to almost reveal her plump breasts. She looked like an angel descending into hell — holy, but also incredibly seductive.
The king ran over, lifting Eun-bi into his arms with one arm. Their bodies pressed together, the enemy's blood still dripping from Lucian's chest onto the girl's smooth skin. "You... you healed me," he whispered in Eun-bi's ear, his voice husky with passion and awe. His dick, which had been tense because of the fight, was now throbbing again under the robe, pressing hard against Eun-bi's stomach.
Eun-bi looked into his eyes. "I don't want you to die, sir. I... am starting to love this monster."
Lucian kissed her fiercely in the middle of a hall full of corpses, his tongue invading the girl's mouth while his hands squeezed Eun-bi's round buttocks possessively. "Tonight I will thrust into you again. This time... I want you to scream my name until the palace shakes."
But before they could return to the room, a cold laugh came from the farthest shadow of the hall.
A black-robed woman appears—the hidden Queen of Silla, Lucian's jealous and power-hungry half-sister. In his hand there is a rotating crystal ball, inside which you can see the image of a baby... a baby born from Eun-bi's womb.
"Congratulations, my little brother," he said in a poisonously sweet voice. "Your child has grown inside that holy girl. But if you want him to be born alive... hand Eun-bi to me. Or I will curse her womb until the baby is born as a monster that will kill you both."
Lucian froze. Eun-bi holds her stomach, her face pale but her eyes full of determination.
The fight has just begun.
And this time... it's not just about lust and blood.
But it's about dark love, holy prayers, and secrets that will shake all of Asia.
That night, after the bloody battle in the main hall, the Golden Moon Palace still smelled of blood and smoke. Eun-bi stood in Lucian's arms, her plump body wrapped only in a thin silk blanket pressed tightly against the king's bare chest. Her stomach, which was still flat, felt strangely warm — like there was a small flame in her womb that had just been flooded with the king's semen last night.
Queen Silla—Lucian's power-hungry half-sister—laughed coldly from the shadows. The crystal ball spun, showing the image of a tiny baby that had begun to grow in Eun-bi's stomach.
"Your child is already in the womb of this holy girl, my dear sister," he said poisonously sweet. "But if you don't hand him over to me tonight... I will curse his womb. The baby will be born as a monster that will tear its mother's stomach from the inside. Choose: Eun-bi dies… or you lose your heir forever."
Lucian growled like an animal. His six pack muscles tensed violently, his cock which was still half erect under his blood red robe immediately throbbed with anger and lust. He pulled Eun-bi tighter, his big hands squeezing her round, round buttocks possessively, his fingers almost tearing the silk fabric.
"You dare threaten mine?" his voice boomed. "I will rip out your own womb and feed the Hydra with your guts."
But Eun-bi held the king's hand. Her big round eyes were full of tears, but there was holy power in them. He knelt softly on the blood-stained floor, his hand placed on his stomach.
"Only God... if this child is Your blessing, protect him. Don't let this darkness touch him."
Soft white light burst out from Eun-bi's body again. Queen Silla's crystal ball cracked. The image of the baby inside changed—not a monster, but a handsome baby boy with eyes like Lucian's but a holy look like his mother's. Queen Silla screamed in pain, her body was pushed back by the power of the prayer.
"Impossible!" he shouted. "The blood of Ares cannot be defeated by a village prayer!"
Lucian wasted no time. He leaped like a tiger, the Greek sword in his hand slashed the Queen of Silla's neck in one brutal swing. The woman's head was cut off, but her body didn't immediately fall — black blood gushed out, and from her neck emerged small poisonous snakes that rushed at Eun-bi.
The action exploded again.
Lucian spun rapidly, his 200 cm body moving like a god of war making love with death. He caught the snakes with his bare hands, crushing them until poisonous green liquid gushed onto his bare chest. His skin burns, but he just laughs maniacally while looking at Eun-bi.
"Don't move, my darling," he ordered hoarsely. "Let me kill for you."
Eun-bi disobeys. She got up, the blanket slipping down until her large, plump breasts were almost completely exposed. He ran over, his hand touching the burnt wound on Lucian's chest. The white light appeared again—the king's wound healed instantly, leaving a hot red scar that made his muscles look even sexier.
Queen Silla whose head had been severed suddenly rose again — her headless body turned into a half-snake, half-human creature, her long tail slashing towards Eun-bi.
Lucian pulled Eun-bi into his arms, turned the girl's body so that her round, round buttocks were pressed against the king's fully erect 40 cm dick. With one hand hugging Eun-bi's waist, the other hand pierced the creature's heart with a sword. Black blood spurted onto both of their faces.
The fight is over. The hall was silent, only the sound of Lucian and Eun-bi's labored breathing.
The king immediately pulled Eun-bi into his most secret private room — a golden room with a black silk bed and giant mirrors on all sides.
The door is locked. Lucian's robe fell to the floor.
His dick was standing straight up, 40 cm thick veiny, a big glistening head of thick dripping precum. He stared at Eun-bi like a hungry animal.
"You're pregnant with my child," he whispered harshly, his voice full of dark passion. "And your prayers make me want to poke you until you forget the name of your God."
He pulled Eun-bi roughly onto the bed, turning her body so that the girl was on her hands and knees. The silk blanket tore with one pull. Eun-bi's round, round buttocks were on perfect display, her anal hole, which was still red and wet from last night, looked tempting. Lucian spat into his palm, smeared it over his already slippery cock, then pushed in with one brutal thrust.
"AHHH!!" Eun-bi screamed loudly. A feeling of fullness, tearing, and heat burned his back hole. The 40 cm dick entered all the way to the base, its veins rubbing against the narrow inner walls. Lucian didn't give her time — he immediately bucked his hips fiercely, going in and out deeply, the light slap on her buttocks sounded loud.
"See... you like it, right? Your hole bites my cock like a thirsty slut's pussy," groaned Lucian as he squeezed Eun-bi's big breasts from behind, his fingers pinching the already hard nipples. "Your prayers can't save your anal hole from this god's dick."
Eun-bi cried, but her own hips started to buck back. Her feminine fluids dripped profusely onto the bed, her pussy which had not been touched tonight was already wet, throbbing asking to be filled. "Master… deeper… it hurts… but feels good… I… I want more…"
Lucian laughed lowly, sadistic but full of dark love. He pulled his dick out with a wet "plop" sound, then flipped Eun-bi onto her back. This time he looked directly into the girl's eyes.
"You're pregnant… your womb is already mine." He lifted Eun-bi's legs onto his shoulders, then pushed his cock which was still wet with saliva and anal fluid into the girl's virgin pussy which was already very wet.
"NGHHH!!" Eun-bi arched her back. Rasa robek keperawanan yang kedua kali membuatnya menjerit, tapi Lucian menciumnya ganas, lidahnya menyerbu mulut gadis itu sementara kontolnya menyodok rahim Eun-bi dalam-dalam. Every hit made the big breasts sway wildly, Eun-bi's stomach which was starting to fill out felt full.
Lucian rocked faster, more brutally. "Look in the mirror," he ordered hoarsely. Eun-bi turned her head — the giant mirror showed the king's thick cock going in and out of her red, wet pussy, white liquid mixed with virgin blood dripping down her thighs.
"You see? This holy pussy is now only for my cock. Your prayers are driving me crazy... I want to cum in your womb every night until you give birth to my child."
Eun-bi had her first orgasm — her body convulsed violently, her pussy biting tightly on Lucian's cock, her squirts spraying wetly onto the king's stomach. "Master… Lucian… I… I am yours… God… I'm sorry… I like being poked like this…"
Lucian couldn't stand it. With an animalistic roar he spurted his thick, hot cum into Eun-bi's womb, a thick white flood spilling out of the girl's pussy. But he didn't stop. His dick was still hard. He turned Eun-bi over again, this time poking her anal hole while his finger entered the pussy he had just filled.
Two holes at once.
Eun-bi screamed her second, third orgasm, her body shaking non-stop. "More… poke harder… make me pregnant again… make my pussy wet forever…"
Lucian kissed her neck, bit her gently, while whispering in her ear: "Tomorrow we will go to the holy temple of your God. I want you to pray for me... while I poke you at the altar."
But outside the room, the night sky suddenly darkened. Lightning struck. The voice of Queen Silla who was supposed to be dead resounded throughout the palace:
"The child will be born… but he will carry the curse of Ares and the blessing of the One God. You will both die… unless you, Lucian, sacrifice your godly power once and for all."
Lucian froze above Eun-bi's body which was still shaking in orgasm. His dick was still in the girl's anal hole, cum was still dripping.
He looked at Eun-bi who smiled weakly, his hand touching her stomach which was starting to grow slowly.
"This dark love… has only just begun," the king whispered.
And in the distance, a new army of jealous kingdoms begins to move — this time not just monsters, but dark sorcerers who want to rip off Eun-bi's womb.
The story isn't finished yet.