Arcane Journey

It was not until this moment that Brian suddenly realized that this tentacle actually contained such a wonderful function. He secretly thought that when he returned to the floating city, he would definitely invite Hesaya, Misella, and the Water Fairy to gather together. Imagine, wouldn't such a scene allow him to experience several times or even dozens of times the pleasure? This thought made him yearn for it, and his eyes flashed with anticipation.

He seemed to have seen the grand scene of that day: Hessiah's gentleness, Mircella's charmingness, the etherealness of the water fairy, and the endless joy brought by the tentacles, all interwoven into a fascinating picture.

The imagination is beautiful and the picture is very exciting, but at the moment, the female elf who is experiencing Brian's tentacles is not happy at all.

Her body was entangled in icy tentacles, like a prisoner tightly bound by cold chains. Her delicate skin formed a sharp and stinging contrast with the cold and ruthless touch of the tentacles.

Every time it tightened, it felt like a cold blade cutting every inch of her skin, binding her so that she could not move.

Anger burned in her heart like a volcano. She clenched her teeth, and her eyes flashed with rage, like two burning flames.

She tried her best to awaken the magic power in her body, trying to use the warm light to dispel the endless humiliation and resentment. However, the cold tentacles firmly occupied everything of her like a nightmare, leaving her with only endless humiliation and despair.

The tentacles still moved on her delicate skin without any restrictions like living things, tightly pinching her slender waist, as if strangling her life by the throat, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

Every time she twisted her body, she could feel the discomfort of being insulted. The feeling of being completely controlled and powerless cut her heart like a sharp blade.

Faced with this situation, she could only glare at Brian fiercely and roar angrily: "You despicable man! Don't even think about succeeding!"

"Really?" Brian raised a playful smile, seeming to turn a deaf ear to the elf's curse. He was immersed in the silky touch brought by the tentacles, enjoying this unique stimulation.

"Since you think I'm mean, then keep resisting. The more you resist, the more excited I will be."

His voice was low and full of temptation, as if he was teasing a forbidden game, "Hurry up and stimulate all the power you haven't used yet. Otherwise, I have a more wonderful experience waiting for you next."

His words were like a whisper in the dark night, carrying an irresistible charm that made the female elf tremble.

Brian stared at the female elf with ill intent, his eyes flashing with a cunning light, as if he had foreseen the upcoming carnival.

As his eyes wandered, the wet tentacles began to dance. Like nimble snakes, they moved among the undulating plateau valleys, showing a breathtaking beauty.

Wherever the tentacles passed, they left behind silver trails, like the brightest stars in the night sky, dazzling and mysterious.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

The elf's heartbeat quickened, and every inch of her skin was tense, waiting for Brian's next move.

Brian, on the other hand, looked confident and enjoyed this game of power as if everything was under his control.

In this space shrouded by tentacles and shadows, the confrontation between the two became more tense and exciting.

Every move and word of Brian irritated the elf girl and made it impossible for her to remain calm.

The female elf's resistance and struggle made Brian feel unprecedented excitement and satisfaction.

This game has just begun...

At this moment, deep in the elf's heart, it seemed as if thousands of troops were galloping, stirring up a strong sense of uneasiness and anger.

These icy, bone-chilling, silky tentacles, like a nightmare, wandered around, intertwined, and wrapped her tightly, as if to devour her. Their presence made every inch of her skin feel the biting cold and endless humiliation.

The cold, slippery surface of the tentacles was like countless poisonous snakes, clinging to her delicate skin, as if countless ice needles were piercing her body, making her feel excruciating pain.

She tried to insult Brian with the most vicious language that could belong to an elf, but before she could say anything, she suddenly felt a tentacle wrapped around her neck and then pulled her down hard.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze.

The female elf's eyes were wide open, and her pupils reflected endless fear and despair. There seemed to be thousands of words in her eyes that she wanted to say, but they could only turn into weak moans.

She struggled with all her last bit of strength, but the tentacles were like iron clamps, binding her tightly and making her unable to move.

The cold touch gradually invaded her consciousness and robbed her of her life.

At this moment, her anger, humiliation and unwillingness turned into a faint moan, and then everything returned to silence.

The elf's body gradually became stiff, like a dying flower, slowly losing its luster in the darkness.

Her body was bound like a dead branch, and the fountain of life seemed to be drying up bit by bit.

However, in this silent dark night, there was a faint light flickering. It was the fire of hope deep in her heart, which never went out even when she was in the abyss of despair.

Although the light is faint, it is like a shooting star across the night sky, giving people hope.

It is mixed with an indescribable madness, like a candle flame in a storm, flickering yet tenacious.

For her, this is her last hope and the only lifeline in the abyss of despair.

She clung to the ray of light tightly like a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood, with an unyielding light in her eyes.

Brian watched quietly from the side and nodded secretly in his heart.

He knew very well that the terrible power deep within the elf girl's heart was slowly awakening in the endless torture and humiliation.

With his powerful magical intuition and telepathic perception, he could clearly sense a turbulent undercurrent surging.

Next, he just needs to make a little more effort, and the power of the incarnation of the Phantom Demon King that remains in her body may be completely forced out.

Without wasting any more time, Brian's eyes turned cold.

He continued to manipulate the tentacles, as light and powerful as a dancer, drawing graceful arcs in the air. His movements were both precise and ruthless, and each touch hit her vital points without harming her life.

He seemed to be playing a beautiful piece of music, and every note was full of power and hope.

In this tense and fierce battle, the originally stiff body of the female elf gradually became soft and strong. On her painful face, a slight expression of enjoyment emerged, which was quite masochistic.

Brian naturally wouldn't let the other party get so comfortable, his eyes turned cold, and the female elf was dragged into the water ball shield again. (End of this chapter)