...
Kill him?
He's approaching the Butcher so recklessly, completely defenseless.
He doesn't know.
He doesn't know the Butcher's tongue can extend—
With a sharp *snap*, my dark, grotesque tongue wraps around the Hobgoblin's throat.
His eyes widen in confusion, as if he has no idea what just happened. I'm satisfied by his foolish expression.
Without hesitation, I tighten my tongue, pulling him toward me like a chameleon snatching its prey.
The Hobgoblin flies over the woman, flailing like a fish caught on a hook.
My mouth, gums bared, clamps down on his throat.
The Butcher's bite force rivals that of a great white shark, far surpassing a crocodile's. An alien's throat is nothing—like biting into a soft rice dumpling.
With a wet *squelch*, I tear through his throat effortlessly, no resistance at all.
Perfect. He didn't even have time to scream. I'm getting better at controlling this Butcher's body.
My chest feels light. A sense of relief washes over me. Things will be quiet for a while now.
The Hobgoblin's body twitches and convulses.
Looking closer, I see he's ejaculated on the woman's back while being lifted by my mouth. It's true—men ejaculate like salmon when they're close to death.
Hmm… but it's such a tiny amount. If my ejaculate is a carton of thick cream, his is like a demitasse cup of skim milk.
Neither the richness nor the quantity is enough. Too weak to intoxicate a woman.
I'll call him Demitasse from now on. Ah, but he'll be dead soon, so it doesn't matter.
I clench my mouth tightly, and his warm, metallic blood flows down my throat.
—Delicious. My body tingles with pleasure.
The lukewarm, rusty blood pours directly from his thick carotid artery into my mouth. I drink it greedily, like sipping juice through a straw.
The Butcher is a carnivore. Eating meat energizes me.
Especially when it's alive—that's when the ecstasy peaks.
The aliens seem to understand this; my usual meals are bland, dog food-like kibble. They're trying to suppress the Butcher's aggression. I'm treated like livestock. My frustration grows.
This is my first taste of blood in a long time. I gulp it down, my throat rumbling.
A magma-like lust pools in my lower abdomen.
Drawn by this sensation, I lower my gaze. The woman, drenched in blood from head to toe, slumps to the floor, staring up at me in shock.
...Damn. I almost forgot about her in my anger.
When the Butcher loses control, even I can't predict what will happen. It's an instantaneous impulse.
She must be terrified. But I won't eat her, so I can't tell her to leave. What a predicament.
As I suck Demitasse's blood, lost in thought, the woman suddenly gasps, her eyes wide. She hastily grabs my scorching rod.
It's twice as hot as usual because I've been drinking fresh blood. Fearful of burns, she cautiously licks it like a puppy.
But soon, she meticulously laps at my throbbing core, then greedily takes it deep into her throat, just as she always does.
This woman's professionalism is astounding. She's continuing in this situation… I'm impressed.
As I gaze at her with respect, she looks up at me, her eyes glistening, still holding me in her mouth.
Her expression is pleading, almost begging.
Was she that scared? I'm sorry.
Maybe she thinks keeping me satisfied will save her from being eaten. She's a tough one—I chose well.
As I fiercely drink blood from Demitasse's neck, she serves me with fervent, heated eyes. This depraved situation heightens my libido uncontrollably.
—I can't hold back anymore.
I unleash the desire boiling in my gut, pouring it into her mouth.
I've wanted to make her drink it for so long—the joy is overwhelming. Pleasure surges from my hips to my neck, tingling everywhere.
The concentrated essence of a beast, intensified by the blood I've consumed, gushes out like a torrent.
She swallows it all, not a drop wasted. In the privacy of this moment, she closes her eyes, desperately gulping it down. Her face flushes red, yet she remains steadfast.
I drink blood, filter it through this cursed body, and transform it into pure semen, which she then drinks.
This beautifully functional, systematic, and sensual arrangement exists in this dark, cold cell.
This is my little lost paradise.
Only the sound of me drinking blood and her drinking essence fills the air.
—A beast.
That's what I am.
Rape, kill, devour.
That's all there is.
And I have the power to impose this terror on all living beings.
I'm an uncontrollable, genuine monster.
But my mind is still human, still sane. That's why I have the right to seek revenge. If I go mad, it's not revenge—just slaughter.
One day, I'll blend into the shadows and quietly begin my divine retribution.
One by one, swiftly and surely. And not a single one will be left. I'll bring despair with this grotesque body, let them resist, then crush them with my strength. The moment I witness it, I'll laugh within this thick flesh.
And I won't stop until I'm satisfied—
Suddenly, a word flashes in my mind.
The Beast of Gévaudan.
The legend of a blasphemous, unseen beast that terrorized medieval France, driving both commoners and rulers into fear.
I remember hearing that story once.
What a thrilling name.
A monster that plunged people into terror, hailed as divine punishment.
I'll become that. I'll deliver heavenly retribution to the scum in place of God.
—If you do bad things, the Beast of Gévaudan will come for you—
Why does this feel so right?
Decided!
I'll call myself Gévaudan!
G-é-v-a-u-d-a-n ‼
What a magnificent sound! I want to share this with her right now!
This is my secret! I can trust her with it ‼
Before I know it, my joyous growl shakes the cell ominously.
My throat rumbles with excitement as I lower my gaze.
The woman is devouring me with fervor.
I can't form words.
I can't understand hers either.
It's lonely.
...By the way, I want to eat her brain too, but can you help me?
With just my tongue, I can only support her neck. Biting into her rounded head seems difficult. But I have no way to convey this to her. I can only be satisfied with her service.
In moments like this, not being able to communicate is frustrating. I wonder if there's any way to connect.
In the end, we both indulged until Demitasse was completely drained.
The woman finally passes out, collapsing to the floor. Her satisfied profile, stained with every fluid imaginable, is mesmerizing. She's beautiful. Radiant. Perfect.
I hope no one finds out she drank all my semen.
If she leaves because of it, then—
That will be the moment I raise the banner of rebellion.
Growling ferociously, I bite down on the cervical vertebrae in my mouth.