When salaryman Mike had been reborn into a medieval fantasy world, his excitement for it died the moment he understood what his life was going to be. Having been born a peasant in a fishing village, just the daily struggle to stay alive was a complete pain from the start. Not only was the world plagued by all kinds of monsters but the village sent most of their produced food to a nearby temple as offerings just for the promise of protection from the gods.
One of the few things that kept Mike going was the knowledge that one of the village women would be eventually married to him. But the issue with the temple came again to haunt him as they decided who got to marry based on contributions and for both years he had been eligible to marry, he had not been as diligent to gather food as the others who acted like it was their holy duty.
So Mike just spent his time fishing thinking about all the things he could do once he was married while cursing the temple. Though when the first big orc raid happened in the area during Mike's twentieth year, he suddenly gained an appreciation for the fortified temple. In fact, he had been the first to run towards it even while the rest of the village had still been loading carts.
Even if the temple had let the peasants in, they were locked to sleep in the courtyard. It had lasted days and the amount of food they had been given had decreased until some of the starving peasants ate their leather belts. Though at that point Mike had had enough and he tried to break deeper into the temple.
It had taken barely minutes for Mike to be caught and his weak peasant body to be dragged to some altar for punishment. A masked woman in white almost hit him with a mace before she had fallen to her knees. She had sobbed something about the holy mace choosing a champion for the first time in centuries.
The incident at the temple had been two years ago by now. Mike had spent those years training to be a holy hero that was worthy of being chosen. At first, he had even thought of escaping but as he grew to realize just how much power he was going to have, he embraced his training to the fullest even if it was mostly studying religious texts.
And now, Mike stood at the front gate of the temple in a white robe. He held the very crude-looking steel mace that was fully made of metal.
"Go forth hero, purge this world of evil with the Mace of Divine Justice," the High Priestess declared at the end of a long ceremony. Mike had spent most of it imagining all the ways he wanted to humiliate the pious priestess that had made his life hell by irrelevant religious study. But since he did not know if she had ways to control his holy powers, he had to leave those as dreams.
"The will of the gods will be done, I have dedicated my life for this moment," Mike replied with the last bow he decided to do in this life. Then he simply turned around while the priests chanted farewells behind him.
Even if Mike did not really care about the gods, he was definitely only going to fight the so-called evil beings. After all, nobody cared about what happened to them, not even the other evil beings. And he had heard about a suitable first target for his most holy mission.
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Even if Mike's white robes were not suitable for stealth, he managed to observe his target from a hill without being spotted. The blonde half-elf witch Sona had set up his hut in the middle of a garden valley and the only protection she seemed to have was a horde of imps doing various labor tasks.
The imps were not the strongest of demons and the only thing of value in the valley seemed to be the witch herself. Especially with her red eyes and sizable breasts, she looked like some sex demon that sucked at pretending to be an elf. Just the perfect first target for Mike.
Mike had been a coward the entirety of his new life and just because he now held power, he was not going to start taking risks. So he moved to the treeline at the edge of the garden as silently as he was able and hid his travel bag. Then he took a stronger grip of the steel mace and focused.
A blinding flash of blue burst around Mike and his body changed. Where had just stood a thin peasant was now a mighty blue titan of a man. Even his robe only served as a T-shirt that barely covered his crotch.
Transformed Mike's golden eyes locked on the witch that had seen the flash. His blue muscles bulged and he charged across the garden while gripping the mace that was the source of his power.
Sona's red eyes dilated but in the next moment, she lifted her hands with a clear focus. Her simple red dress began to flow due to rising wind and a visible burst of air shot at Mike. It was strong enough to even lift dust on its way but when it hit the blue titan's body, it only served to tear his white robe apart.
A wide grin spread on Mike's lips as it was confirmed he was just as immune to magic as he had been told. Though pure terror took over Sona and she waved the imps around her to attack the blue giant. But when the first of them was dissolved back into oblivion by a single swing of Mike's mace, the rest vanished on their own.
Mike was about to do a victorious taunt but then his feet sunk to the ground like he stood in quicksand. For a moment he panicked far more than he would ever admit before he released his trump card. With a burst of blue light, an identical clone of him seemingly lunged out of his body and charged at the witch. The only differences were its lack of the mace or torn robes. Though Mike ripped off the shreds during his struggle with the ground.
For a moment it looked like Sona was channeling another spell but then her red dress fell to the ground to reveal all of her silky body. Next, she closed her eyes and Mike saw through the puppet clone how she was visibly shaking. So he stopped it right next to her to give her body a good look.
Sona had the perfect blend of height and bodily shapes. The perkiness of her breasts despite their size was almost unnatural and only something Mike had seen in hentai in his past life. Even if he could not fit his transformed cock within her, he could always stick it between her breasts.
The earth under Mike turned normal and he managed to drag his feet out of it. So he walked behind the witch to have a good view of her from both directions. Another good option was just to fuck her thick thighs. Though the longer the holy hero looked at her, the more he wanted to see if he could fit at least his tip to some hole.
Relative silence lingered and Mike heard Sona's breathing turn ragged. Now was the moment he had been dreaming of ever since he had learned of the powers he was going to wield. And all he needed to do was to make sure he had everything in control. And that included the witch and his own strength. After all, he did not want to break his new toy.
Sona opened one of her eyes just a bit to see the clone's blue cock in front of her. It had silver pubes that matched his short hair but the main focus was its towering size. It was identical to Mike even to the point that it had his erection.
"Fat," Sona uttered and her eyes went wide open to stare at the titanic tool. Due to the height of Mike's transformation, it was on the same level as her breasts.
"Huh?" Mike voiced with a head tilt. The word was a clear insult but the tone had been oddly sensual.
"I mean you have a beautiful big cock," Sona rushed to explain to the clone. "And your body is so strong and divine. Please show me mercy, I will repent."
The texts Mike had read about the witches of this world described them as deceitful above anything else. And even if they were written by priests, he had no reason to think they were entirely wrong since they were authored by ones who actually had fought them. So chances were this witch was going to say pretty much anything to get the upper hand.
"Repent?" Mike grinned from behind the witch. "The only kind of repenting I'm interested in is you bending over."
"It would be my honor," Sona uttered and turned around only to see Mike behind her. It triggered her to look forth and back a few times like she had missed the fact there were two of them.
"Kiss his cock, and bend over to me," Mike voiced. He barely felt his clone but at least it served as the means to see how obedient the witch was. All he knew, she was trying to set up some magic trick since there was no way she would just submit because she liked his cock.
Sona leaned in to land her tongue to the base of the clone's penis and slid it up. The sensation barely tingled Mike and he was distracted from it by the witch moving her hands. As she had done so during spells, he decided to make his clone grab her wrists and hold them to its sides in a way that still let her lick its cock.
"Any hint of you trying to harm me, and I'm going to see where I can fit my mace," Mike voiced and landed his left hand on Sona's ass to get a quick feel. As he needed to keep holding his mace to stay in his titan form, he needed to think about how to proceed. Or at least he liked to focus on that being the main reason. Even if he had planned for this moment many times, there were limits on how helpful his memories about porn from his last life were.
"I would never harm something so divinely beautiful... I mean I'm your faithful servant," Sona panted and gave another long lick to the clone's cock. It was rewarded by a small tap to her ass by Mike before his hand parted.
"Right, do you think my cock can fit in your cunt?" Mike asked and took hold of his base with his left hand. Almost like the witch knew what he was pondering, she did her best to tilt her ass. Though he still needed to crouch his knees to get to the right height.
"Yes please, I mean it would be my honor to please your holy cock with my unworthy cunt," Sona almost moaned. But her excitement rubbed Mike almost the wrong way, it was one thing to pretend to like his cock, it was entirely another to act like they were in a hentai. Then again, if she wanted the hentai experience, he was going to give it to her.
