Abigail might actually be a maternal woman.
Her unexpected words made my temper flare.
Growling softly, I tapped her knee with my finger.
*"Talk, important, Abigail, think."*
"O-okay… I understand."
Under the paper bag, I exhaled slowly through my nose.
She needs to make good use of this time to communicate with me fully and come up with plans using the knowledge I've accumulated. There's no time for her to writhe under my lewd rod.
That said, Abigail's incredibly lewd remark reignited the sexual desire I'd been trying to forget, burning brighter and stronger.
It's your fault for saying something so intense… damn it.
Suddenly, I stood up.
I pulled the curly-haired girl sitting across from me, laid her on the bed.
Surprisingly, this carriage has a makeshift sleeping area—or rather, a space dedicated to intercourse. Probably for cleaning purposes. "Go ahead and ravage her, but do it here," they said.
I wish the prison had such consideration. Why is there nothing there?
…Oh. So there's nothing to make cleaning easier.
The exposed stone walls are probably to prevent Butcher from destroying things and make repairs easier. Surprisingly practical…
The curly-haired girl can't even speak properly anymore, but her face is pretty, and her figure is great. Even under her dress, her healthy beauty stands out.
She's the best woman I've ever had, willingly responding to any of my desires. I love her so much.
Grabbing one of her legs, I lift it up. She used to kick me with these legs, but now she's completely helpless. The gap between past and present is incredibly arousing.
Extending my dark, moist tongue, I slide it under her dress, tracing her slit repeatedly, pressing and crushing the sensitive flesh.
"Ahh…! Aah…!"
Soon, sweet moans escape her, and her honey pot grows hot. Mixed with my saliva, her sweet juices wet her lips.
Her body's reaction is perfect. I can confidently introduce the curly-haired girl to Abigail.
*"Abigail, don't be shy, think about it."*
"Eh! Ah, okay!"
Startled by my words, Abigail's eyes widen. She hurriedly covers her mouth, looking away as if deep in thought.
Ignoring her, I lift the curly-haired girl's leg over my shoulder, pulling up her dress. Her swollen petals are exposed to my gaze.
Pulling out my throbbing butcher's lance from under my apron, I press its thick tip against her quivering flesh. *Squelch.*
A soft "Ahh�" escapes her.
Glancing at Abigail, I catch her stealing glances.
*Squelch… squelch…* Mixing her juices with my pre-cum, I move, my glans knocking against her hot vaginal opening. With each thrust, the curly-haired girl's breath quickens, her anticipation filling the small carriage.
I'm just teasing Abigail a little, as revenge.
Spreading the curly-haired girl's body toward Abigail, I lift one leg, positioning her in a modified pinewood leg collapse pose. From Abigail's view, the joining point is partially visible behind the apron and dress.
My plan works perfectly—Abigail's gaze is fixed on that gap.
Confirming this, I thrust my grotesque rod into her slit. A moment of resistance is followed by her hot embrace.
Pushing through her tighter-than-my-burning-rod flesh, I move my hips. As my shaft rubs against her rough vaginal walls, pleasure surges through my spine.
"Ngh… mm… ahh! Aah… haah… haah…"
Her voice shows no pain. The curly-haired girl is perfectly suited for my thick rod. No matter the position, she's in ecstasy.
This must be stimulating Abigail's imagination. Your beautiful vagina would feel the same under my giant rod. A third-person perspective is nice, right?
My teasing of Abigail is complete. Now, I focus on the curly-haired girl, holding her leg and thrusting my hips.
"Haah! Haah! Haah! Haah! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Aah! Unh! Ngaah!"
The carriage is small and semi-enclosed, making the sounds of our union more vivid than usual.
*Squelch, squelch, squelch.*
If the prison is a concert hall with great acoustics, the carriage is like a small studio or karaoke box—intimate and immersive.
Each time my thick glans hits her spot, a desperate cry fills the carriage.
"Ahh!—Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah… hih… hih, hih, hguh… ngaaaah—!"
The curly-haired girl's eyes narrow, and her vagina begins to spasm.
Matching her rhythm, I thrust deeply, releasing my first load of the day.
"Ah, guh?!"
I hadn't ejaculated since returning from the girls' school and leaving immediately. It's a torrent of thick, pent-up milk.
The filthy seed meant for the dragon lady is now being slowly injected into this healthy, tight flesh.
"Ngh—! Ngh—! Ngh—! Ngnahhhhhhhh—!"
With each pulse of my penis, the curly-haired girl climaxes repeatedly. Now, she orgasms whenever I do, so I can enjoy selfish sex without worrying about her. Reliable and proven.
Her throat bobs as she gasps for air. Her mouth, her vagina, even her back entrance—all reflexively invite me. A perfect sex slave.
Next, I want her to drink it. As I think this, my long release finally ends.
The curly-haired girl's face is bright red as she pants.
As her body relaxes, thick semen begins to flow back from our union. She desperately clenches, trying to hold it in, but it's futile—the white liquid spills out, which is adorable. As a reward, I'll lick her belly button. *Guri guri.*
"Ah…"
Glancing at Abigail, I see she's completely engrossed in our lovemaking, her face flushed.
Abigail… don't you remember showing me an even lewder display last time? Maybe the third-person perspective is just fresh.
Might as well let her watch the whole process.
I pull back until my glans is at her entrance.
Showing her how the curly-haired girl's lips kiss my tip, I thrust forward, diving into the sea of mixed juices.
*Thud!* My glans enters her, and she cries out.
"Hih?! Ngaah!"
She's fine.
Ignoring her pleasured screams, I press my hips against her, showing Abigail how my monstrous rod disappears.
Abigail's jaw drops, her breath caught in her throat.
This is… so much fun. Having an audience really spices things up. Let's show her more. I gently lick the tears falling from the curly-haired girl's eyes.
The curly-haired girl is tossed by Butcher's heavy thrusts. Together, we continue our piston-like movements in the pinewood leg collapse position. Only her tight, pleasured moans fill the carriage.
After Abigail has had her fill, I release my second load.
"Ngh! Hih! Hih! Nha, ah, aaaah!"
This time, I inject it directly into her womb. Her heated moans turn into fragmented screams.
"Aah… aah… aah…"
Pulling my cum-covered rod from her dripping vagina, it's still throbbing red.
Letting her limp legs fall, I walk over to Abigail, who's stiffly sitting on the bench.
Standing before her, I show her the cum-covered underside of my rod, bringing it close to her nose.
Abigail gulps, cautiously leaning in.
When she's close enough to feel her breath on my shaft, I tap her head. "How's the device removal coming along?"
Abigail lets out a small groan, pulling her head back. She bites her lip, shaking her head.
…This is so fun!
I've found a new thrill—teasing Abigail.
This trip is turning out to be incredibly enjoyable.
And in this journey, I can kill as many people as I want. Excited, I return to ravaging the curly-haired girl.
Next, I'll demonstrate her back entrance.
Anal development is really tough, mainly because of strict surveillance and my oversized rod.
The curly-haired girl was already "developed," so she's one of the rare successes. Now, she's a woman who can be enjoyed in any hole.
Making sure Abigail can see, I position her in the pinewood leg collapse again, using my leaked semen as lubricant.
Each time my glans brushes her anus, she moans, "Aah, aah, aah." She's begging, but responding to her pleas would compromise my dominance.
So, I thrust in without warning.
"Igiaah… aaaaaah… ♡"
Passing through the tight ring, her anus welcomes me with a different kind of movement than her vagina.
The curly-haired girl moans beautifully even with this insertion.
Actually, she seems to prefer it back there.
She's clawing at the bed, looking like she's in pain, but she's not. She's a pure-bred nymphomaniac. Look, the amount of juice spilling from her vagina is incredible. See?
Pressing my root against her anus, I thrust harder than before.
"Ngooh! Ngooh! Ngooh! Ngooh!"
With each thrust, I strip off my shirt.
The slapping sounds of flesh, her bouncing breasts, the spurts from her vagina, and her drooling, pleasured screams.
The curly-haired girl closes her eyes, her brow furrowed, mouth wide open as she begs for my release. This is my ideal woman.
Abigail watches, mesmerized, unable to look away. You'll be like this soon too. Watch closely.
I'll train you to enjoy it anally too, even if you're inexperienced. With enough time, it's proven possible.
A beauty like Abigail moaning from her back entrance is incredibly arousing. Maybe she'll even invite me in herself…?
Imagining Abigail's future humiliation, I slam into the curly-haired girl's rear, feeling my climax approach.
"Ngooh! Huah, aaaaaah—!"
Her body stiffens, her abdomen spasming as she relishes my anal release.
Abigail's cheeks flush, and she looks away whenever I catch her eye, but the curly-haired girl's voice draws her back in.
The acoustics in here are amazing. Anyone who can ignore the sex happening right in front of them must be an enlightened hermit.
Now, for her mouth. I'll have the newcomer, Abigail, learn deep throating directly from her.
That day, I showcased the curly-haired girl's full-hole ravaging to Abigail, taking breaks to brag about how wonderful she is. Time passed as I indulged in this beastly show.