We returned to our base the next morning, just after the sun had risen. It had taken us a while to evade our pursuers, crossing rivers and taking detours to throw them off our trail.
When we arrived, I saw Abigail sitting on a rock, sighing deeply, with the various devices we'd stolen scattered around her.
"You should rest," I said.
"Thanks… but I don't think I can sleep yet," she replied.
Being able to sleep immediately after a battle is a skill only veterans possess. She—
"Was that your first time?" I asked.
"Yeah… aside from training, I've never been in such a fierce fight before."
"Impressive. You didn't seem like a beginner at all."
"Thanks to you, Jévordan. If I hadn't believed you'd handle things in the end, I never would've done something so reckless."
I nodded once and turned to leave.
"Wait… just a little longer," Abigail called from behind me. "Stay with me."
There's still a lot to do. We might still be pursued. I need to keep watch, prepare food, and set up Abigail's sleeping area. Plus, I'm still buzzing from the fight. I need to cool down outside.
I turned back to her. Her lips were trembling slightly.
It seems true that last night's Hollywood-worthy action was her first time.
I paced around the base like a caged bear, unable to stay still. I felt like a virgin waiting for her to finish her shower.
"What's wrong?" Abigail asked, tilting her head.
It's your fault. Normally, I'd devour those I've killed, but I held back because of you. Now I'm frustrated. And with such a delicious woman in front of me…
I kept pacing.
"Are you hurt? Let me see," Abigail said, standing up and approaching me. A faint scent of sweat wafted from her.
I sighed. "I'm still worked up from the fight, and it won't calm down."
"Oh—" Her gaze dropped to my groin.
Well, that too…
Abigail, do you think I'm some kind of sex-crazed monster who only thinks about it day and night? You're not wrong, though…
"Umm… well…" she stammered. I cut her off.
"It's getting in the way of work."
I know how much energy it takes to handle me. I want her to use this precious time wisely—for both our sakes.
"Okay…" she murmured, looking down.
"But… can I help somehow? If you leave it alone, it'll get out of control, right?"
She's right. That's why I wanted to go outside—to hunt animals.
I'm the kind of person who can eat while violating animals. To me, humans, aliens, and animals aren't that different. They're all targets to violate, kill, and consume.
Abigail… the monster standing before you is truly depraved.
"I don't want you to end up immobilized like last time," she added.
Last time? What does she mean?
Oh… right. When I was toyed with by that perverted fox woman and the orc officer. Abigail was so erotic that day. Wait… thinking about it is making it worse…
Seeing me stiffen and look down, Abigail chuckled.
"I don't want Jévordan to die from frustration, okay?"
…Then I'll take you up on that.
I led Abigail outside.
The autumn sun was bright, the air dry and refreshing.
"Take off your clothes," I said, writing it on the ground with a stick.
Abigail glanced around but nodded and began undressing. She unbuttoned her shirt, let it fall open, and slipped it off her shoulders. She unbuckled her belt, and her pants slid down her hips without resistance.
"This is a little embarrassing…" she murmured, covering herself with her hands.
Her naked body was as artistically proportioned as ever, but somehow more voluptuous. Why?
…Oh. It's the first time I've seen her naked in such bright light.
I'd only seen her in dimly lit cells, carriages, or at night.
Her skin, bathed in sunlight, had a soft, glossy sheen. The shadows cast by her curves were strangely erotic, especially around her breasts and navel.
Every strand of her golden hair and the texture of her skin seemed to glow.
It was getting colder, but the sunlight kept her warm. Still, goosebumps rose on her arms, each bump casting tiny shadows that looked incredibly soft.
Looking at Abigail's blessed body, I realized again how cursed I am. She blends seamlessly into nature, but I stick out like a sore thumb.
The only place I'd fit in is probably the underworld or hell.
I smirked, stepped in front of her, removed my apron, and hung it on a nearby rock.
Under the sun, a beast and a beauty stood naked, facing each other.
Abigail knelt on the ground, but I stopped her with a hand. I lifted her by the arms and seated her on the rock in a W-shaped position. It's a bit cold, but bear with me.
Her face was now level with my waist.
"What—⁉"
As she watched, I stroked my swollen, dark member.
She froze, her eyes fixed on the grotesque act. This was probably her first time seeing my monstrous size up close.
I wonder if she'd get mad if I asked to use her hair? It's a trick an elf girl taught me…
Still, just being near her pure, radiant beauty gave me intense ecstasy. It felt like corrupting an innocent forest spirit, teaching her something filthy.
Abigail's mesmerized gaze on the tip of my weapon only fueled my impure desires.
As I quickened my pace, she closed her eyes and mouth tightly, tilting her chin up. Good girl. A skilled woman is different from an innocent elf.
In the satisfaction of dominating such a pure woman, I unleashed my scalding seed onto her beautiful face.
"Mmm—⁉"
Her body jerked as the hot spray hit her face, but she didn't look away, tilting her head back and submitting to me.
It had been days since my last release, and the volume and thickness were immense. Abigail's face and hair were quickly coated in sticky fluid.
The white liquid dripped down her body, clinging to her skin.
I stood rigid, reduced to a base creature, pouring my essence over her.
When the long release finally ended, Abigail exhaled sharply.
Under the spilled seed, she gasped for breath, and I saw semi-solid sperm trickle into her cute, parted lips.
Bathed in my semen under the sun, she glowed more beautifully than ever.
Unable to resist, I took her hand and guided it to my member, continuing my act.
Slowly, I squeezed out the remaining fluid in my urethra. Every time her white fingers brushed my tip, a strong sensation raced up my spine.
"Haa…"
I still want to use her hair. As I thought this, a warm breath rose from beneath my shaft.
I saw Abigail, while being stroked by me, slip her other hand between her legs.
She was pleasuring herself.
Coated in my fluids, Abigail writhed pitifully, masturbating while I forced her to stroke me. Watching her debauchery, I felt a tightness beneath my hand.
"Haa… haa… haa…"
Even when I let go, she didn't stop stroking my shaft.
Abigail matched the rhythm of her handjob with her own pleasure, increasing the speed. The lewd movements of both hands were perfectly synchronized.
"Haa… ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! …Mmm♡"
She finally brought her mouth close to my tip, flicking her small tongue against the underside.
"Mmm… mmm…♡ Ah… ah, ahh!"
Entranced by her writhing body, her obscene hand movements, and her moans, I climaxed without warning. It was more mental than physical.
"Ahh⁉ Aahh—ngg—⁈ Kepo…♡ Kufu… kaho…♡"
Abigail arched her back, greedily swallowing my seed, nearly drowning in it. What couldn't fit in her mouth dripped down her neck and ample breasts.
She licked her semen-coated lips, then pressed her glistening pink mouth to my throbbing shaft.
Like devouring melting ice cream, she began voraciously sucking my grotesque penis.
"Haa… mmm…♡ Keppo…♡ Lero… amu… kchu…♡ Haa… ngu…♡ Aah… mmm…♡ …Jupu… Jupu."
Her oral service continued, her hand between her legs never stopping.
"Ngu…♡ Jubu… ngu…♡ Jubu… Jubu… Jubu…"
Abigail relaxed, releasing me. I saw her throat bob.
"Chupu… haa… aah… aah…♡"
Intentionally or not, she opened her mouth wide, gasping for air.
Her mouth, now clean of semen, revealed a perfect pink interior. It was as if she were posing to prove she'd swallowed every drop.
"Aah… aah… aah… aah…"
Abigail's brows furrowed as she continued her rough breathing, still pleasuring herself.
My semen, which had dripped from her collarbone to her chest, belly, navel, and lower abdomen, was now smeared by her fingers into her intimate area.
"Mmmf♡ Mmm, mmm… ngg—⁈"
Abigail raised her flushed face, her tear-filled eyes locked on mine. A single tear rolled down her cheek.
Her gaze was utterly clouded.
With a wet sound, Abigail lifted her hips from the rock, spreading her legs in an M-shape.
Between them, I saw her two fingers playing with my semen and the quivering, lustful opening beneath.
"Don't be mean…"
I released into Abigail's depths three times.
It didn't take long.
With each of her intense orgasms, I was forced to climax as well.
Throughout, only Abigail's muffled, sweet cries, her throat violated by my dark tongue, echoed softly in the forest.
Afterward, Abigail fell into a deep sleep. Even someone as tough as her must have been exhausted. I decided to let her rest for the day.
She'll be fine.
So I trust her to recover.