*Warning: Contains intense and graphic scenes.*
Titanias lay naked in her cell.
In the dimly lit room, she sprawled on the cold floor, violated by two Butchers.
Her mouth hung open like a dead fish, swallowing their filthy members, while her legs were spread wide, brutally thrust into.
Her large breasts jiggled with each violent motion.
With every grotesque, elongated penis thrust into her, an unnatural bulge writhed beneath Titanias abdomen. As the red-black shafts were withdrawn, thick, white fluid gushed from her exposed, swollen lips.
Piston-like, both her mouth and her core were violated, her body jerking irregularly, like a doll in the hands of a child.
The Butchers thrust deep, their bodies trembling, as they showcased her open thighs, facing me. Soon, Titanias lower abdomen, pale as porcelain, slowly swelled.
Almost simultaneously, the Butcher violating her mouth thrust in, and thick semen spilled from her mouth and nose.
Titanias lush, naked body was already submerged in a pool of the Butchers foul seed. Her beautiful silver hair was torn out, her scalp brutally exposed.
Her once-smooth skin was marred with red scratches. Bite marks marred her full breasts, and her fresh blood dripped, streaking into the puddle of tainted fluids.
In the corner of the room, a man leaned against the wall, watching with amusement.
—Turyal—
A chill ran down my spine.
When I next regained consciousness, I stood before Turyal, clutching a heart in each hand.
The room was littered with the butchered remains of two Butchers, their intestines spilled out. Their heads had burst, and the room was a sea of blood. The stench of iron and decay enveloped me.
The fleshy masses in my hands were the Butchers hearts, still pulsing grotesquely. It was unsettling.
I crushed them with a sickening squelch.
My blackout must have been brief.
Turyal stared up at me, mouth agape, his brain struggling to process the scene.
"◎※＃〓○★＆▼? □■★▽...?"
He's talking to the Butchers. Is he insane?
…Oh, right. I'm still wearing the alien skin.
I ripped the disguise from my face.
Turyal's eyes widened in shock, his body freezing.
After a few breaths, his pupils constricted sharply.
He frantically pressed his hand to my chest.
'Answer the call of the Pyrosmalagda, Reberan Pyrosmalagda!'
A voice echoed in my mind. So Turyal's a telepath. Figures, with that elite vibe.
'Die, Butcher!'
Turyal's face twisted with hatred.
I tapped my temple with my finger, showing him.
There's no self-destruct device here.
"Hah—"
Turyal realized, a dry exhale escaping him.
Almost instantly, he withdrew his hand and closed his eyes.
He's casting magic.
My tongue shot out, wrapping around his head.
Pink mucus dripped as sizzling smoke rose from his skull.
"Ugh! Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah!"
As I retracted my tongue, his flaxen elf hair dissolved, revealing a glittering circlet that clattered to the floor.
I know. That's your magic catalyst. Without it, you alien mages are nothing but insects.
I wanted to kill you while showing your sister's climax, but whatever.
I clamped a hand over Turyal's mouth as he screamed.
I lifted him high and bit into his groin.
I tore through his clothes, chewing. He tastes no different from a human man.
"Ngoooo—"
He could only spasm weakly.
No fight in him. I get why Lydia dislikes mages. I wouldn't want Ferris with such a weakling either. I'll take him instead.
…Huh?
I'd gripped too hard—Turyal's jaw shattered. He could only gurgle blood, too weak to scream.
I slammed Turyal's body to the floor.
I spread his bitten groin, coated my Butcher Lance with his blood, and rammed it into his anus.
"AAAAAAAAAAH!"
Turyal's eyes rolled back in silent agony.
Eating them while violating them—it doesn't matter if they're male or female, or which hole I use. It's about crushing their soul's dignity. It's exhilarating.
I relished tearing his rectum, starting with his arm. Arms are easy—like twisting off a chicken wing.
Next, his pointed ear. Crunch. Then his nose. Crunch. I love cartilage. I tore off a leg and sank my teeth into his thigh.
I ripped open his abdomen, extracting fresh organs, inspecting each piece like a butcher before devouring them. Elves are no different from humans. But raw liver—heavenly.
I left his chest untouched. Can't kill him yet. Mess with his abdomen all you want—he'll survive for a while.
Look, this is your flank. This, the tenderloin. And this, the spider steak. It's delicious. Why not taste your own meat?
I offered him raw spider steak.
Turyal had passed out.
—Passing out is cheating.
I wanted to show him Tiriell's breakdown, to torture his mind more. Killing his loved ones first is essential. Otherwise, it's unsatisfying.
I gave up and bit into Turyal's head.
His skull caved in with a crack. I thrust my tongue into the quivering jelly inside, slurping his brains like coconut water.
His body twitched like a fish, but it only vibrated my penis pleasantly. I ejaculated once, but his intestines were already mangled, so my semen splattered into his open abdomen, mixing with blood.
Finishing Turyal's head, I stood.
Red blood and flesh dripped from my body.
Turning back, I saw Abigail tending to Titanias, despite the mess.
I strode over and knelt.
She's asleep. Exhausted. Butchers are rough with women.
I stroked Titanias' face and looked at Abigail.
Look, Abigail. This is Titanias. Beautiful, right? Her face is swollen, teeth broken, horn snapped, but she's flawless.
"Jevoudan…"
She's so defiled. But it's fine. Butchers have a terrible fertilization rate. She won't get pregnant from this.
But… maybe you're worried? You don't want her carrying another's child.
Right, I'll clean her out.
I extended my dark tongue, wiping my bloodied member. Disgusting. I can't leave it dirty after being in an elf's rear.
"Je… what… are you…"
Abigail's eyes filled with tears. She's probably moved, seeing us finally united.
I spread Titanias' sleeping legs, pressing my son against her clean folds.
Abigail's voice trembled.
"No… Jevoudan… stop… please…"
Stop? Why? She hates the idea of another's seed. I must overwrite it. My fierce sperm will purge any foreign invaders—
Finally, we're one.
I thrust into her cool depths, burying my scorching rod.
Titanias swallowed me whole in an instant.
Ah… amazing! Titanias! The love I've dreamed of!
I lifted her, thrusting into her in a seated position, rocking her like a child. It felt incredible. Unlike anything before. Not about her tightness—happiness flooded my body.
My climax hit like a virgin's.
No need to hold back. We'll do this hundreds, thousands of times.
I unleashed my hot seed into her depths.
Clutching her limp body, I emptied myself.
Hot semen gushed from her vagina, and I pulled out.
Honestly, it's not enough, but time's short. We'll continue later.
My member slipped out with a wet sound.
Glancing beside me, Abigail trembled violently, as if feverish.
She clutched her chest, panic-stricken, shaking her head.
What's wrong?
—Oh, I see.
Abigail's seen me kill, eat, and violate for the first time. I acted like a gentleman around her, so Turyal's scene must've been a shock.
She'll be paralyzed for a while… I'll use that time to fill Titanias again.
"Stop! Jevoudan! She's—"
Wrong!
I found myself standing, roaring at the ceiling.
My voice echoed through the facility, the city, even the streets.
Moments later, a low rumble responded in the distance.
Thud. Thud. Thud. The heavy vibrations returned.
I know. The Cricket III Corps responded to my call, self-destructing.
Our escape is clear.
Let's go.
We're free.