Hmm. For an alien, she seems pretty tame. Unusual.
As I watched her with curiosity, a man reached in from outside the bars and snatched her beret.
Suddenly, two perfect triangular ears popped up from below.
The girl covered her ears, which were standing straight up, with both hands and slumped to the ground, looking defeated.
Cat ears... no, fox ears? This must be... a beastkin, right? I've seen plenty in the city.
That's fine, but it annoyed me a bit. The man took her beret.
That was precious fabric I was planning to use... what the hell...
I assessed the situation.
Here's what I figured: this fox girl was trapped for some reason. The two outside were the culprits. She wasn't meant for me; she was thrown in here to make it look like an accident and force me to violate her.
Some kind of hazing, maybe? That's the vibe I'm getting.
Being used like this is irritating.
I hesitated.
My decision—
With a *snap*, I shot out my tongue like a frog and snatched the beret from the man's hand in an instant.
The men flinched, their bodies trembling, and stepped back.
I grabbed the curly-haired girl lying at my feet and carried her away, leaving the fox girl behind.
In a secluded spot, I ripped the beret in half with a *tear* and placed it under the curly-haired girl's knees.
I had no use for the fox girl as long as I had the fabric.
More importantly, it was time for the main event. The long-awaited doggy style. I'd make her bark, *woof woof*.
With a *thud*, my dark red beastly member slid into the curly-haired girl's plump, parted buttocks.
"—Nnnnnghhhh... ahhhhhhhh!"
Being on all fours really relaxes the tension. From behind, the sensation of penetration feels different—it's a nice change of pace.
Yeah, this is perfect. The beret's felt material provides just the right cushioning. Her knees are safe.
"—Nghhhh! Ngh, ngh, ngh, ngh! Ahh... nnghh! Hah... heee... nnnnghhhhh...!"
The curly-haired girl, her hair wild, moaned in ecstasy. Her voice regained its vigor. With just one rough thrust from behind, she reached a small orgasm. With each thrust, her inner folds quivered, spasming and stimulating the underside of my shaft as I piston in and out.
She's constantly climaxing, isn't she? Riding waves of orgasms, her back arching in pleasure.
Eventually, she started lifting her hips to meet my movements. Want more? Doggy style isn't something I do often, you know. Leave it to me.
I wrapped my hands around her waist, holding her steady, and deepened my strokes, slapping her buttocks with a *smack smack*. Her ecstasy peaked.
"Nnnnghhhh! Nnnnghhhh! Nnnnghhhh!"
Mindless, heat-driven cries of a female in heat.
I, too, became obsessed, devouring her buttocks.
Thrusting in, I'd wait for her to moan, then, keeping her pinned, I'd grind inside her.
She'd clench her buttocks tightly, so I'd massage and loosen that tension, and once her soft flesh relaxed, I'd entwine her love juices inside.
Slowly pulling out against the vacuum, I'd pause.
Waiting for her vaginal opening to relax, I'd build momentum and slap her buttocks again with a *smack*.
Each time my butcher's lance pierced her deepest core, brushing against her womb, her tight, perfectly shaped buttocks bounced back against my lower abdomen with a satisfying elasticity.
"—Hiii... ♡"
I didn't forget to extend my tongue and twist it into her anus.
This makes her honey pot's grip even tighter.
Actually, she's a rare woman whose back entrance has also been developed.
One of the reasons she's my masterpiece. The curly-haired girl loves her butt.
Inserting into her back entrance isn't related to reproduction, so if caught, I'd be stopped. That's why I can't do it often, but if I don't loosen it up occasionally, it'll be painful next time.
Today, I'll give it a go after a long time. It's twitching, desperate for it. Sending her back untouched would be cruel.
Decided, I slapped her buttocks again. "Nnghhh," she moaned. I inserted my tongue. "Hiii," she whimpered. Slapped. Moaned. Twisted. Moaned. Slapped—
An endless, bewitching routine.
This is what beastly sex feels like.
After one ejaculation, I'll add "thrust into the back entrance, thrust into the front entrance" to this routine, and it'll be complete.
Today, with the curly-haired girl, was perfect. Our doggy style compatibility is unmatched. This closeness is amazing. My semen is building up. With each thrust, love juices squirt from her labia with a *squish, squish*. If I release into her honey pot, still climaxing endlessly—
Ouch!
I spun around to see one of the men, who should've been outside the cell, swinging a sword at my back, screaming something.
In an instant, my vision turned red, and the Butcher's ferocity exploded within me.
When I came to, I was biting into the skull of the man who'd swung the sword—*crunch*—scooping out the pink brains with my tongue—*sweet and delicious*—while using the Butcher's powerful arm to strangle the other man—*tastes bad*—and slam him against the wall—*I'm hungry*.
I opened my gums, baring my teeth, and howled.
Again and again, vomiting the madness swirling inside me.
Slowly, I calmed down.
—What idiots. Even the guards wouldn't directly harm me. They'd use whips or stun batons, at most.
To come in here and attack with a sword... If you want an extreme suicide, do it somewhere else. Now I'll be sent back to solitary confinement.
I wonder what happened to the girl afterward, so that's fine, but being away from the cell for too long makes me worry about the blonde girl from the other day.
If I take too long off work, she might be given to another Butcher. I hate that. She's only halfway done. I'll finish her. She's mine. I won't let anyone else have her.
...I hate being interrupted during work! What the hell were you thinking, you idiots?!
The Butcher's roar echoed menacingly through the cell.
With a *snap*, like breaking a chopstick, the man's eyeballs rolled back, and his body went limp.
Liquid steamed from his pants, dripping onto the floor.
I released him quietly, and his body fell with a wet thud.
"Hic, hic, hic, hic, hic..."
The fox girl beside him, frozen in fear, scooted backward on her butt, hyperventilating. Her face was pale.
Maybe she could testify that I was attacked with a sword and acted in self-defense.
...No. I knew it wouldn't work without words. Even if I could talk, her current state makes it impossible to convince her.
Useless.
Well, might as well take advantage of the situation.
If the curly-haired girl is a tight game hen, this fox girl is a plump young chicken. Delicious. First, I'll satisfy my appetite.
I devoured the remaining brains of the man I'd bitten, letting chunks of meat spill from my mouth as I dragged his headless body toward the fox girl.
With each step I took, she shed big tears, scooting backward. Her eyes were wide, her fox ears flat, and her tail puffed up. She seemed to want to say something, but her lips only trembled.
Well, whatever she says, I won't understand.
Her lips look so soft, though. A bit small.
Honestly, I'm not interested. My member wouldn't fit anyway.
Her small mouth clearly wouldn't work, and even using her lower entrance fully would be impossible. I'd have to force it in with deadly intent to enjoy it.
—Her anus? Maybe her back entrance could take it all?
No, bad idea. Rectal damage would be fatal. She'd get infected in no time and die. That's why anal sex is risky.
But if she's going to die anyway, might as well play without holding back?
—Calm down. Calm down...
I'm struggling with a triple whammy: being attacked, eating flesh, and being interrupted before ejaculation. The Butcher's ferocity is consuming me.
And this fox girl, so adorable, is triggering my dormant sadistic urges. I want to play rape with her like a doll.
I'm human.
A normal, sane person.
If I rape, kill, and eat this fox girl, I'll take another step toward becoming a beast. I can feel it. That's not good. My thought process is already influenced by the Butcher's meat.
I'm human. So, I'll act human—
Human—
I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
Abandoning the fox girl rape, I decided to eat the men's flesh instead.
I love eating meat. It gives me an ecstasy comparable to sex.
Fresh meat is best, but I'll settle for their dead bodies this time. At least they're freshly strangled.
I chewed through their bodies, bones and all, sending them to my stomach. Something began to well up from the depths.
With each mouthful of flesh and blood, a hot surge rose within me.
It wasn't orgasmic—something else, terrifying.
It didn't take long to finish the two men.
When I turned around, the fox girl had wet herself, eyes rolled back, lying unconscious on the floor.
Bloodstains remained on the floor. The men's belongings lay abandoned. In the distance, the curly-haired girl lay drenched in milky fluid, the fox girl face down, having soiled herself, and the blood-soaked Butcher.
In this silent, violent void, I asked myself: what now?
Spilled water can't be gathered. The fox girl's essence can't be reclaimed.
What's done is done. My options are limited.
—I spotted something on the floor and picked it up. I don't know its use, but it might come in handy someday.
Remembering I was interrupted before ejaculating, I decided to continue with the curly-haired girl.
Clutching a small medal peeking from the men's belongings.
By the way, there are cannibalistic descriptions in this beastly chapter. Be cautious if that's not your thing.