"This is the first time I've seen Butcher's sex up close. It's intense… both of them are like wild animals."
Right?
"Today, I'm talking to you from the other side of the mirror using your terminal. I just swapped places with the guy from Geis, and since I'm the only one in this room now, you can relax."
It's like Lydia is on the other side of the mirror. If you want, feel free to watch live from the grid side.
"This terminal uses a 〈Crystal〉 from the 〈Skill〉 called 〈Wind Talker〉. Normally, it can only send preset messages, but when we telepaths use it, it becomes a device that lets us send messages remotely and freely like this."
I see. Hmm, I don't quite get it.
But that's why it looks like a phone, right? That part makes sense.
"Oh, but I can't talk to Gevaudan directly. Only telepaths can have two-way communication… Anyway, about yesterday, I just visited your Imp. I promised to let you talk to her, but I didn't do anything yesterday, so I figured I'd make it up."
Wow… how considerate.
Calling her a harlot is annoying, but she's a good kid, Lydia.
"She really wants to see you soon. You're loved, Gevaudan!"
Really? That makes me so happy.
I nod vigorously.
"Also, she asked me to pass on a message. She said… next time, she'd prefer it inside, not outside. Do you guys have sex too?"
No, we've never been allowed to… Hmm?
I hesitate, then quickly understand the message. It's about the Third Legion inside her, right?
Inside… inside… not the city, but inside the facility?
Spread them inside the facility.
"And I should pass on your message too. Can I come over now?"
I nod slightly.
"Okay. Just a sec—"
The presence on the other side of the mirror disappears.
I pull Abigail up, carry her to the corridor side, and sit her in front of the grid.
She kneels, wobbling, her mouth turned down in a pout, and looks up at me with accusing eyes.
Looks like the earlier play annoyed her a bit.
That love bite seems pretty important for Abigail to stay sane. If she can't nibble, she gets like this.
So, to take the initiative with her during sex, the doggy style is the best. Got it. I'll use it as my trump card. Hehehe…
While waiting for Lydia, I let Abigail suck me in front of the grid. I also tell her Lydia is coming.
The sounds of our mucous membrane communication—*slurp, slurp*—echo through the prison. Soon, Lydia appears outside the grid.
As always, she's dressed casually. Those hot pants showing a bit of her butt are nice.
She squats down, watching Abigail's fellatio up close, and reaches through the grid to touch me.
"Won't her jaw dislocate…?"
Today, I can't use my tongue because of the Third Legion. So, instead of my tongue, I extend my finger to touch her shoulder.
"Don't worry. She's a veteran. Where's Ferris today?"
Lydia seems impressed by my assurance.
"The stimulation was a bit too much for her. She's still in bed today, but I think she'll recover by tomorrow. I'm planning to visit her later."
So, you're visiting the cause of her bedridden state? Sounds like she'll end up even more bedridden. It's a classic situation, after all.
Ferris might be in her unlucky year. She's been through too much. Maybe she needs an exorcism?
"If there's anything you want to tell Ferris, let me know."
I ask her to tell Titania, "Don't worry, I'll finish inside next time. I'll see you soon," and to tell Ferris, "Thanks for letting Lydia talk to you. I'd like to talk to Ferris next time."
"Okay. If Gevaudan talks to me, I can train Ferris each time, so it's a win-win for both of us!"
Lydia does a crab pose with both hands.
"I'll help you, Lydia. Let me know whenever you want to train Ferris."
Right now, Lydia is my priority over Ferris. Sorry, Ferris.
We continue our conversation, with Abigail still sucking me.
"By the way, I thought the same thing in the cell yesterday… this place smells so good, like perfume. Could it be the scent of your semen?"
Abigail's observation seems spot on. I thought it was just flattery. I can't believe it. I don't smell anything like that.
"I don't know."
When I answer, Lydia hums thoughtfully.
Then, she casually wipes some of my semen from Abigail's body with her finger, brings it to her nose, and sniffs it.
I've thought this before, but you've got incredible guts…
*Lick.*
She just licked it…
Lydia nods, seeming to understand.
"Gevaudan's semen contains strong magic."
What?
"Oh… I see. Since Butchers have fundamentally different bodies, you might not understand. It's like the source of our life force, necessary for living and using skills. We can't move if we lose our magic."
So, that's a thing.
Wait, Lydia… did you just call yourselves humans?
"Do the creatures we're fighting not have magic?"
"Hmm, it seems like the demi-humans don't have magic. And it's said Butchers don't have magic either. Plus, Butcher bodily fluids are toxic to normal humans, but your semen seems to have strong magic. It's strange…"
Lydia wipes some of my milky semen from Abigail's body again, licks it with a *slurp*, and tilts her head.
From aliens' perspective, they're the humans, and we're the demi-humans. It's all about perspective.
"I'm from the 〈Lilith〉 clan, so I'm resistant to toxins and stuff… but even so, licking it directly makes my head a little fuzzy. It's like strong alcohol."
"Even orcs would be surprised."
Lydia chuckles at my joke.
"…Hmm… Orc semen only has an aphrodisiac effect, but yours is fundamentally different, much stronger."
So, that's a real thing…
Lydia holds up her glossy finger, still coated with semen.
"If orc semen just makes you horny and sensitive, yours makes you completely drunk and disoriented. Some people might even see hallucinations."
That's less like alcohol and more like a drug… Is Abigail, who's still sucking me, okay?
"Does it work on demi-humans too?"
"I don't know. Probably not? For them, it's probably just nice-smelling semen. But even that's not ordinary… Hehe… 'not ordinary semen'—that's kind of funny."
"I guess so."
"But it's delicious. Sweet, with a little kick… Mmm…"
Lydia puts some semen on her finger again and cautiously licks it… *lick, lick*…
So, that's the kind of evaluation it gets.
By the way, you're really not normal. I've never seen a girl lick semen so casually. The way you seriously purr is like a semen sommelier.
Lydia stares intently as my horse enters and exits Abigail's mouth.
Then, I grab Abigail's head and demonstrate deep-throating. Her mouth isn't as good as Titania's, but it's still pretty nice.
"Mmph⁉ …Mmg… Ng, Guh! Nngg—Nngg—Nngg—Nngg—‼"
Abigail, her eyes tearing up, is helpless as I thrust down her throat.
Confirming that enough semen has built up, I pull my cock from her mouth and splash it all over her face.
"Pahh… Ugh…"
The thick, milky liquid covers Abigail's face.
She opens her mouth, passively receiving it, but when I tap her lips with my penis, she sticks out her tongue with her eyes closed.
I rub the underside of my glans against it, continuing the tongue shot with the slippery, rough stimulation. My throbbing head, coated in semen, slides around her tongue.
This is one of the facial cumshot variations Abigail developed when we lived together at the outer base. There's something hot about a strong woman like Abigail making such a submissive gesture.
"Gulp…"
A large bubble forms in the pool of semen in Abigail's mouth.
Her throat rises and falls as the surface slowly lowers.
Lydia watches with a tense expression, as if in awe.
"Want to lick?"
I press Abigail's semen-covered face against the grid.
I see Lydia swallow hard.
Panting heavily, Lydia kneels in front of Abigail, staring at her face for a while. Then, she starts sucking on Abigail's loosely hanging tongue, *chupa, chupa*.
The two transition into a French kiss through the grid. Their tongues, using my semen as lubricant, entwine wetly.
"Mmm… Chu…"
"Haa… Mmm…"
I see. Abigail is beautiful, so she's probably Lydia's type. And Lydia is Lydia, but Abigail is Abigail—she doesn't seem to mind the lesbian kiss. That's a bit surprising.
A small competitive feeling stirs in my chest.
Quietly, I move behind Abigail, kneel, and enter her from behind.
"Nngg! Aaah⁉ Ahh… Ahit♡ Mmm, Ngg…⁉ …Mmm… Mpaa♡ Haa, Ah, Nmm… Squelch… Amm…"
Lydia is momentarily surprised by Abigail's sudden change, but quickly understands what's happening, smirking playfully and continuing the kiss.
I stay still, not moving, as Abigail's knees are a concern.
Slowly pulling my hips back, I feel her vaginal walls grip me… *squelch*… then I push forward again, deep inside her. I press against her clit, crushing it, then pull back again.
With this slow, massage-like stimulation, Abigail grips the grid, enduring.
"Mmg—Ngg—Nngaaaamm…! Squelch… Heaa—Aaammm… Guh—Chu… Lea… Aaa…"
Each time my head bumps her cervix, Abigail's eyes flutter, and she cries out loudly.
Lydia quickly seals her mouth, licking every corner of her mouth. Even as Abigail gasps for breath, Lydia keeps her mouth sealed. Lydia has a talent for pleasuring women.
It's a fun collaboration with Lydia, but watching Abigail endure our assault with such ecstasy, I finally lose control.
I forcefully pull Abigail away from the grid, pinning her down in missionary position.
Right in front of Lydia, I start to ravage Abigail.
It's intense, passionate sex.
Under my filthy flesh, Abigail moans mindlessly.
Already highly aroused, I soon unleash my scorching lust into her womb.
She's held tightly in my arms, her eyes unfocused, as she quivers and swallows my seed.
After watching this primal sex a few times, Lydia leaves. As she departs, her moist eyes show an indescribable satisfaction.
Later, I finally explain the situation to Abigail, but she's furious, saying, "I hate today's Gevaudan," and refuses to speak to me for the rest of the day.