—Is this about right?
Morse code isn't really suited for conveying detailed messages.
Especially since Butcher's brain is weak—it can't convert long messages internally and remember them. If this brain gets used to Morse code conversion, I think we could talk more freely, but this is the limit for now.
I felt like my emotions leaked out a bit too, but well, my intent got across.
Looking at her, Abigail's face was pale, her lips biting down on my tongue trembled and turned blue. Tears pooled at the corners of her eyes, and her neck was stiff. She was a bit short of breath too.
She's terrified…
Strange… what did I even tell her? But I don't really remember.
Morse code, too long…
No choice, so I reorganized the message, then patted her butt.
—Gévaudan, help, Abigail, Abigail, submit, Gévaudan, betray, slaughter all—
I pulled my tongue back.
No need for a reply. There's no way she'd refuse this offer.
The monster she gambled on for help agreed to save her. Her state of mind right now must be like winning the lottery jackpot.
And the one offering help is the notorious Butcher.
Just being able to talk to Butcher is medal-worthy. Definitely a double promotion. For a field spy eager to move to a safe rear position, any info from Butcher would be priceless. If she follows me, she'd even have a chance to get that info.
Abigail nodded desperately, bobbing her head up and down.
See?
But her actions are a bit too big. Does she really get it? There are enemies all around us. Don't let them know we're communicating, okay?
—Do it. Get to work.
…Orders.
I flinched, thinking I'd been caught. Took too long. Morse code takes forever…
If only I could say, "I've been a bit tired lately…" The monitors might cut me some slack. "You've been working hard every day." Something like that. Too much to ask…?
Letting out a sigh, I grabbed Abigail's sides and lifted her up. Look, high-high!
Startled, she didn't understand what was happening, but soon realized my intent. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she shook her head slightly, resisting.
In her line of sight, straight from my crotch where I sat cross-legged, the Butcher's lance rose stiffly toward the sky.
…She seems a bit traumatized from last time.
But sorry, stopping now would be too unnatural, so I'll push it in.
"P-please… Gévaudan! That's scary…! Anything else, I'll do anything… anything! Just not that…! Please… it'll break…! It'll drive me crazy! Please, don't…!"
Whoa, what's she saying…
Aliens are low-tech and rough, but they're not stupid…!
Talking so clearly like that will give us away!
Even if she's panicking, it's unforgivable! If you ruin my grand plan, I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU! YOU BETRAYED ME TOO! HUMAN!
"~~~~~~~!?"
Abigail was pierced in one breath by my raging beast, clenched her teeth, sparks flying from her eyes, and let out a voiceless scream.
The head slipped past her depths with a squelch, hitting her insides with a thud.
I tightened my arms around her body, squeezing hard. Her perfectly shaped breasts distorted like deflating water balloons in my grip.
"Guh… guh… guh…"
I meant to be gentle, but she needs harsh punishment.
She needs training to become my dog. I must make her understand down to her soul.
Pinning Abigail in the corner, I pushed her hips up.
"Hic—guh—uaaah!?"
With a smack, the base of my shaft slapped her labia.
Again and again, I pressed my crotch against hers.
Over and over.
I showed her how I was violating and trampling her most precious place. To make clear this was her punishment.
"Hic, guh! Guh! Guh! Guh! Gé, vo… I, un… der…"
From her slit gushed a fluid that could only be called a defensive reaction to protect her biological structure. Each time my hips slapped her, a splashing sound echoed, and droplets flew.
"Hiuuu—ngaaah, aah, aah!? Aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah, I, gi, I, gi, da, help—aaah, aaah, aaah—"
Abigail's once beautiful, bird-like voice was now a grotesque, reptilian sound. But I didn't stop. This was necessary to show her I was dominant.
—Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up—
Silencing the foolish Abigail with screams, I converted the piston rhythm into electrical stimulation through my sex organ, sending messages directly to her brain.
"Hic—!? Hi—!? I—i—guh—!!!"
Taking my beast's explosion deep inside her, Abigail's face turned bright red as she climaxed simultaneously.
The deep wrinkles between her brows and her tightly clenched teeth weren't just from pain. Even now, her vagina greedily sucked on my cock, the desire of a female on full display. What a slut.
With her hips raised in a welcoming position, her womb swelled more than usual. Drool spilled from her mouth, her unfocused eyes leaking screams as she climaxed violently, staring up at me. She was no longer sane.
From her vagina oozed a frothy, white fluid.
My raging beast's seed dirtied her entire body, flowing even into Abigail's gaping mouth. She was too far gone to notice.
After one furious ejaculation, I calmed down a bit, and my excitement grew.
Sending Morse code with my hips is so much fun…!
At this point, there's no need to sneakily spank her butt, stealing moments from the monitors.
Because this is legitimate sex.
The aliens won't find it strange. They'll just think I've started another weird game.
The long message I thought of earlier—every word, slowly, carefully, I'll carve it into her womb and brain. Using scorching internal ejaculations as breathers.
"Aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah, aaguh—!!! ~~~~~~~~~~!? —Ngaaaah! Aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah—! Gi—!!! —Aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah—!?"
Under me, Abigail had become a heat-crazed bitch.
What's shocking is that she's climaxing constantly in this state. Each time I slam my burning rage against her womb, she squeezes tightly, gyuugyuu, gyuugyuu. Even her belly and breasts tremble.
A beauty like her, such a lewd woman. It feels good.
As I enjoyed her mad, shameless state, I found myself gripping her long legs, spreading her thighs, impaling her from above, and letting out a beast's roar.
This act exhilarated me that much.
"…So…rry…"
It's like my second language. A toddler endlessly repeating the same word. In a way, Abigail is my mother.
Again and again, smacking my dirty scrotum against her beautiful slit, I poured in copious amounts of seed. When her womb swelled full, I plunged my penis deeper into that mucous cauldron. I repeated that mechanical motion endlessly.
Thrusting, squelching, thrusting, squelching—immersed in the scorching pile-driving.
To carve absolute submission to the beast Gévaudan into her soul.
I'll skewer her body and mind together—!
Each time I spewed my murky beastly lust, the mirror resonated with a vibration.
I continued that animalistic sex until I was satisfied.
"—Hyuu… vuuu… hyuu… vuuu… hyuu… vuuuu…"
By the time Abigail was completely broken, she was a soul-less, tattered doll, moaning like a lower life form, drowning in filth.
With her hips raised, she was drenched in our combined fluids.
Her neck slumped against the wall, drooping limply. From her shamelessly spread thighs, the residue of my anger and excitement oozed backward, gushing endlessly like a spring.
The droplets falling from her eyes sparkled, making me happy.
Because she enjoyed my beastly sex so much she cried.
The dark joy of forcing a beautiful woman's shameful side to the surface and making her submit, and a small respect for Abigail, who withstood my rage—these calmed my swirling anger.
—I got a little carried away.
But it's your fault.
For doing something that unleashed Butcher's savagery within me.
It's okay. She's an Earth spy. She's more elite than disposable me. Abigail's a pro among pros. She'll pull through.
Honestly, it's surprising she didn't pass out once during that intense ravaging. Anti-torture training is amazing. Maybe screaming loudly is the key. Like how shouting on a rollercoaster makes it less scary.
She'll take a while to recover, but she'll come back. Then, as an apology, I'll gently send her to heaven. We'll talk slowly there.
I'm a professional. Professionals keep their contracts.
—I'll save you, Abigail—
—But don't make me angry again—
—Next time, let's talk slowly, much more, Abigail—
Still excited, I used my dirty cock to spank her lifeless face, speaking endlessly in my second language.