"Come on, Gevaudan, she said she wanted to challenge me, right? It's not a fair match unless we're on equal ground."
"E-very…thing…?"
Lydia, looking confused, opened her round eyes wide in my arms.
Abigail's grip on Lydia's shoulder tightened.
With a sound effect of "DODODODODO…" in the background, she smiled and pushed hard! Hard!
"W-wait! This was supposed to be between you and me, not involving Gevaudan—"
Hard! Hard! Hard!
I realized the opportunity presented itself.
"Leave it to me."
I tightened my grip on Lydia's squirming body and, matching Abigail's rhythm, thrust Lydia's hips toward my base.
I felt the head of my penis slip inside her.
Lydia, already familiar with my semen, accepted me easily.
"H-guh…"
An unusual sound escaped her, and her body stiffened. Her throat, arched in front of me, seemed to be experiencing a suffocating sensation, as if pierced through, according to Abigail's explanation. Well, since it's not actually pierced, she should be fine. I pressed her young, firm buttocks against my groin without hesitation.
I gently pushed down her dark-skinned body, clenching her teeth, and mounted her on the bed.
Pressing our groins together tightly, I let her know the pleasure of the Butcher's indulgence was about to begin.
"Perfect fit, Lydia."
"…"
"From the moment we first talked, I never felt like you were a stranger. We're a perfect match."
"…"
"Alright, I'm going to take you."
"…"
There was no protest. Lucky me.
Though her expression was shocked and frozen, perhaps just confused, I decided to enjoy the animalistic sex with this dark-skinned girl.
"F-guh… fgit!"
I pinned Lydia's arms on the bed, immobilizing her.
With my weight pressing down, she couldn't move an inch. From here, pleasure would overwhelm her like a storm, and she couldn't escape even a millimeter.
Using the optimal position to take a woman—missionary—I began relentless strokes.
"Ahh… Guh!! …Hic!? …Higit! …Higuh!"
Her healthy, dark breasts bounced with each thrust. I watched this captivating movement, teasing her nipples with my dark tongue, and repeatedly drove my heavy hips into her.
"Ngh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!"
Each time my thick base pressed against Lydia's clitoris, a beast-like moan escaped her throat.
I didn't want to make Lydia hate me. If she seemed genuinely in pain, I'd stop.
But, impressively, even in her hoarse voice, there was a seductive allure that entranced me.
Even pinned beneath me, she arched her back, desperately pushing her chest out, instinctively enticing my lust. It was a moment that revealed Lydia's extraordinary talent.
I gripped her arms tightly and continued thrusting.
"Please… gently… gently…"
"Ngho!!"
For a moment, I sensed a telepathic plea. Maybe she's recovering a bit. Even after all this, she's not resisting—amazing. This is a woman's maternal instinct, right? And I, the beast, trample over it without hesitation. I'll pretend I didn't hear it. It wouldn't change anything even if I were gentle.
Instead of words, I responded with deep strokes of the Butcher's lance.
"Fgi…Hh!!"
My beast-like core nudged her womb. Her vaginal walls tightened. Almost instantly, a slippery, writhing motion from her base to my shaft enveloped me.
Her vaginal walls rippled more intensely than before. The waves were so fierce it felt like I'd be made to climax without moving.
The overwhelming pleasure made me reflexively pull back, and now a hot, quivering tip scraped against my shaft with micro-vibrations.
Each time I savored the sensation of her vaginal walls, a tingling pleasure raced up my back. It was a stroke that left me weak in the knees.
When the head of my penis caught on her vaginal opening, I thrust deeply again, shaking her dark, naked body. Listening to her blissful cries of "Ahgi," I became engrossed in the motion. Lydia, in turn, welcomed my mechanical thrusts, her body arching to its limit.
Delighted by her reaction, I repeatedly struck her pubic bone. My hips accelerated unconsciously.
"Hic, ngh… hic, hiu… hia… aguh… aahh… ♡"
Lydia's eyes squeezed shut, her brows furrowed, and her mouth hung open in a perfect circle.
Astonishingly, her cries gradually mixed with pleasure. Each time her body bounced with my thrusts, hot, breathy moans escaped her cute mouth.
"Hann… ♡ Hau… ah… ah… ahh… aahn ♡"
She opened her eyes, tears glistening, and looked up at me.
There was no telepathic communication—she probably didn't have the energy. But I could tell she was trying her hardest to feel me.
Deciding to mix things up, I thrust deeply and began a circular motion, grinding against her clitoris.
"Ahh ahh ahh! Hic, hiyah ♡ Higuh ♡ Nnn… ahn gwah⁉"
As her honeyed folds grew wetter, I tightened my grip on her supple body, pounding my hips fiercely.
Driven by desire, I thrust my dark tongue into Lydia's mouth.
"Mbu… mmu… chupu ♡ …hamu ♡ …jupu… lenro… jupu, jupu… mguh! …uunh ♡"
Without hesitation, Lydia sucked on my tongue.
She began serving me with every mucous membrane, becoming a sex slave eager to please. But it seemed less like a fall from grace and more like an instinctive expression of the affection ingrained in her body.
I pulled my tongue away.
Saliva dripped thickly from her mouth.
Her voice, accompanied by hot breaths, had grown sweeter, more poignant than before.
"Mwah—ahiu ♡ Hic… hiah! Ahh ♡ Ahh ♡ Ahh ♡ Ahh ♡"
Incredible. For her first time being fully impaled by the Butcher's lance, she seemed so delightfully overwhelmed. What a wonderful girl, Lydia.
—She said it was okay to be a little rough, right?
I quickened my thrusts.
"Igiu⁉ —Ahh ♡ Ahh ♡ Ahh ♡ Ahh ♡ Ahh ♡ Ahh ♡"
Lydia, seeming to sense my intent, squeezed her brows and lifted her hips, crab-clamping my waist to encourage my release.
Embracing her eager invitation, I mounted her fully.
Without hesitation, I began the final ritual to plant my beastly seed.
"Hah, hah, hah… ahh! Ahh ♡ Ahh ♡ Ahh ♡ Ahh ♡ Ahh ♡ Ahh—"
Matching my intensified rhythm, Lydia let out cries mixed with moans. Beneath us, the sturdy bed creaked loudly.
I planted my ferocious seed into this young, ripe woman. Once my semen entered her, no other male could impregnate her for a while.
Basking in the satisfaction and sense of dominance, I delivered one final, deep thrust into Lydia's core and released.
"Wh—ahh⁉ Ngh—~—~—ahh⁉ …Ahh… aahh… ahh‼"
Lydia's cute face contorted in ecstatic pleasure as her body convulsed, accepting the torrent of sensuality I poured into her.
Like Abigail, her deep orgasm triggered captivating, writhing motions that seemed to devour my manhood. From then on, I surrendered to those motions, continuing to conquer her young womb with the Butcher's filthy seed.
Lydia's navel slowly rose as I filled her.
Throughout, her face flushed red, and she stared into the distance, seemingly experiencing a deep orgasm as she directly received the Butcher's beastly desire. Watching her expression filled me with a strange sense of fulfillment.
The goddess of sexuality—truly apt.
Lydia was born to please men—a sexual thoroughbred.
"Ha, hahi… hahi… hahi…"
As I admired her climaxing face, I withdrew, leaving my mark.
Lydia lay motionless, her eyes unfocused. Foamy fluid bubbled from her slit, and my red-black, grotesque beast-like erection was coated with the proof of our love.
"Lydia…"
Felice sucked Lydia's lips tenderly.
Oh, is this Felice's first time taking the lead? Must be the effect of my semen, as usual.
Lydia was still unconscious, lying like a dead fish, at Felice's mercy.
Leaving them be, I turned to Abigail.
She gave me a slightly reproachful look, but her cheeks were flushed, unable to hide her excitement. So cute.
As I began eagerly spanking Abigail's beautiful buttocks from behind, beside us, Felice was devouring Lydia's groin. Felice's eyes were clouded with lust.
"Did you have fun?"
Abigail tugged my hand, asking.
I was enjoying the luxury of appreciating their adorable interplay while kneading Abigail's drooping breasts from behind and taking her.
"Very much."
"Who did you like more, me or her?"
"Abigail."
I answered instantly. There was no other choice. The pressure was immense.
But honestly, they're both amazing.
"You probably told Lydia the same thing."
Abigail tugged my hand quite hard.
Instead of answering, I crushed her beneath me from behind.
"Ahh…"
Unable to bear my weight, Abigail collapsed onto the bed, but I continued spanking her buttocks in the spooning position, overwriting her thoughts with pleasure.
"Ngh—~—~—♡"
I noticed Abigail's buttocks, biting the sheets, lift upward in a "kun."
We climaxed together repeatedly, and I kept going until she stopped moving.
Glancing over, I saw Felice and Lydia going at it.
Felice was devouring Lydia's secret folds, and Lydia, with her neck arched, was savoring Felice's service. From the jaw movements, I could tell she was using her tongue. I wonder what secrets they're sharing telepathically.
…Maybe I should join in.
I approached Lydia, lying on her back, and thrust my still-firm erection into her half-open mouth.
"Mind if I go again?"
"Fehh?"
Lydia seems a bit overwhelmed too. Oh well.
Probably safe with a goddess of sexuality like her, I thought, and pressed Lydia's head between my hands, thrusting deep into her throat. Lydia's eyes widened at the sudden deep-throating.
"Ngo… goppu… goppu… goppu…"
As I thrust relentlessly, Lydia adjusted her jaw and head angle to make it easier for me. She's not resisting—amazing.
In front of me, as I violated Lydia's throat, was the sight of the fox-girl devouring the dark-skinned girl's groin. What a view.
This depraved scene instantly heightened my libido.
"⁉ Ngh! Guh—"
I shoved my scorching rod deep into Lydia's open mouth, and my scrotum pressed against her face. Her rough breathing tickled my testicles. Keeping it pressed, I let her swallow my pulsating penis.
"Ngh… ngh… ngh… cough…"
Thanks to Lydia arching her throat, I could see her obscene swallowing motions clearly. Each time I thrust, her throat moved up and down, and I could see it falling into her stomach—incredibly arousing.
Before I could fully ejaculate, I pulled back, grabbed Lydia's hand, and forced her to stroke me, coating her dark, naked body.
Her face, throat, breasts—the white, sticky mess on her dark skin was indescribably lewd.
"Felice, your turn."
Probably half of Felice's motivation is my semen. She might be getting addicted. A bit sad, but it feels good. If I disappear, she'll probably find another Butcher as a substitute—what a pervert. And that's just dangerous. I'll have to warn Lydia. Can't have her end up dead.
As expected, seeking fresh sperm, Felice latched onto Lydia's face.
Taking over, I aimed my Butcher's lance at Lydia's dripping, dirty vaginal opening. Without even needing to thrust, she easily swallowed my monstrous erection.
"Mngh, guh, nghn—~—~—~—⁉"
Lydia, her mouth still sealed by Felice, let out a voiceless scream. Without hesitation, I impaled her fully. Perfectly connected, I pounded until I ejaculated, leaving the remainder for Felice as a souvenir, and moved to Abigail.
From Lydia to Abigail.
From Abigail to Lydia.
Like a nightingale's valley crossing.
I discovered a simple yet brilliant method: by alternating between women, I could have nonstop sex while giving them breaks. If I'd realized this sooner, I could've called two prison women at a time. But since they can't talk, it's impossible.
In counter-riding position, I used my tongue and lance to take them both, coating their faces, and had them engage in semi-lesbian play while I took them again.
This carnal feast ended at dawn.
My bed was drenched in all sorts of fluids, and on it lay a blonde beauty and a dark-skinned girl, their eyes unfocused, entangled.
At the bed's edge sat Felice, her eyes burning with carnal desire. Her hand was between her legs. She'd been pleasuring herself the whole time—a bit sad she was left out.
"Hah… hah… hah…"
I stood up, breathing heavily, and approached Felice, stroking her head.
My flaccid penis came into view, and Felice's slit-like pupils narrowed as she made a soft throat sound.
Her face, gazing at my drooping member, was completely flushed with lust.
This is truly sad.
Felice, want to try?
But my size might be too much for her suddenly. Maybe Lydia can start her with a toy when we get back. Yeah, that's a good idea. It's Lydia's privilege, after all. I wonder if there are any toys in this room.
For now, I'll comfort her by licking her face—
Ouch‼
Felice's tiny hand gripped my tongue tightly. She's surprisingly strong.
She slowly pulled my dark tongue down, guiding it to her delta region.
Unable to resist, I slipped my tongue into her soaked panties, making squelching noises. The white fabric pressed against her dark flesh, writhing.
Without being asked, Felice gripped my limp member, opened her mouth wide, and stuck out her tongue shamelessly.
Like feeding a crab, she devoured my penis from below.
With lewd sounds of "juppo, juppo" and throat noises of "cocyu, cocyu," the fox-girl sucked eagerly.
…Maybe I should take her now.
But then, a strange emotion stirred in my chest.
I imagined Felice spread wide, crying as my thick member pierced her. That thought stabbed my heart with a long-forgotten feeling—fear, guilt.
I couldn't understand why these emotions surfaced.
As I stood frozen, I noticed Felice desperately sucking my still-flaccid penis.
"Juru, juru, juru…" She pleaded for my release with tears in her eyes.
…Damn, this makes her seem inexperienced. Focus, me. You're a professional.
My proud, thick member rose proudly.
She pulled me to the floor, pushed me down, stripped, and mounted me.
Lydia's lesson perfectly executed. What a good student.
I gently grabbed Felice's tail, which came into view.
"Hyan⁉"
This is what I wanted to try—
We enjoyed a service battle without going all the way.
It lasted quite a while.
The small animal-like cries stopped, and the room fell silent.
As I laid Felice on the bed, three broken dolls remained.
Realizing it was inappropriate to leave them like this as their guard, I cleaned Lydia and Felice in the bathroom, wrapped them in towels, and carried them to the next room, tucking them into bed.