…She seems fine now.
The burning rage within me had somehow faded away.
Abigail, astonishingly, managed to control Butcher, who was on the verge of going berserk—something even the aliens feared. It was nothing short of impressive.
Abigail gasped for breath, leaning on her shoulders. She'd been kneeling for quite a while, and a little blood was seeping from her knees.
I gently pushed her onto the floor and hovered above her. Given our situation, I couldn't just let her go, but I'd let her rest in the missionary position—a considerate move.
She was already wet. Abigail's chest is sensitive, so maybe the titjob felt almost like masturbation for her.
I slid between her willingly parted legs.
"—Mmm… nnnahhhh!? …Aaah…!"
The sensation inside Abigail's vagina was completely different this time.
Why? Instead of a tight, squeezing pressure, I felt a pulling force, drawing me deeper and deeper. I sank in effortlessly, without even trying.
"Ah! Haan! Guh, ugh, ugh, uah! Nnnahh!? ——!? …Huh, huh, huh…! …Mmhhh——! Mmmmm——!!!"
She moaned sweetly, reaching her climax almost instantly. Her body twitched in my arms. It was so quick I barely had time to thrust a few times.
"Haa… haa… haa… haa…"
I stared at Abigail's flushed face, confused.
What's going on with you?
…Is this… a paper bag?
Maybe because I'm still wearing the paper bag, she can't see my terrifying face, so she feels at ease. That's the only difference from usual.
I see. So that's the trick. I thought being naked with a paper bag would make me look like a complete pervert, but if my face is Butcher-level, it works in my favor. Lesson learned. From now on, I'll wear a paper bag during sex.
I marveled at this great discovery, feeling like a craftsman.
Meanwhile, I stopped moving to let Abigail rest.
Then, suddenly, she grabbed the paper bag on my head with both hands and ripped it off.
Now, her view was filled with Butcher's horrifying face. Why would she do that after I'd hidden it so carefully?
"Huh… huh… hah… aaah… aah—"
As I pinned her down, staring intently, Abigail, still impaled, gasped for breath. Between breaths, she opened her mouth wide and flicked her tongue at me.
Her glossy tongue peeked out from between her neatly aligned teeth. Her invitation was as sultry as ever.
What's going on…? She's become so aggressive. I'm the one thrown off by her sudden transformation. Is she half-crazed?
But a broken woman just becomes unresponsive to everything except sex—she doesn't become proactive.
I slowly extended my dark tongue from my gum-baring mouth and slipped it into Abigail's.
*—Gently, slowly, Abigail, submit—*
I see? That's what she wanted to hear. For her, it's a matter of life and death.
Right, right. If you obey quietly, I won't be rough.
I moved slowly in and out of her vagina, conveying my message through the membranes.
*—Before, sorry, I'll help, Abigail—*
Those were the words she most needed to hear. This should reassure her.
By the way, this second language comes with intense pleasure for her, so I worry if she's really understanding me.
Meanwhile, Abigail, oblivious to my concern, mumbled painfully.
*—Thank you—*
Startled, my tongue retracted.
After forcing myself on her, making her submit, and conquering her deepest core, I'm a genuine violator, trampling her humanity.
I never expected her to thank me.
…If I take too long, she might grow suspicious.
I quickened my hips slightly.
"Ah… hah, ah… aaah… aaah…"
Abigail moaned in my arms, but there was no pain or fear in her voice.
When she focused calmly on sex, her vagina gave me a pleasure unlike anything before.
It felt like warm, lotion-coated anemones sucking onto my shaft, from the underside to the glans, while tightly gripping me all over.
When I pulled out, it reluctantly slurped my cock, and when I thrust in, it swallowed me like a bottomless pit.
Once I realized the deepest stroke—pulling out until my glans nearly left her entrance, then slowly thrusting back to tap her G-spot—was the most pleasurable, I became obsessed with that motion.
The squishy sensation of her vaginal walls. No matter how many times I moved, I never grew tired. It was an immersive experience, all my senses focused on my sex organ.
"Haaaah…! Haaaah…!"
I wondered where in this motion Abigail would moan most beautifully, where her breathing would deepen. Lost in finding the optimal rhythm, I suddenly ejaculated.
I hurriedly pressed deep inside her. The stimulation of her ribbed ceiling accelerated my release.
"Mmm… ahh!? Aaaahhhh!? —Nnnhh!!! —Nnnhh!!! —Nnnhh!!! —Mmmmmmmnnnnhhhh!!!"
Pounded by my animalistic thrusts, she too reached a deep orgasm.
Abigail, arching her back and convulsing in my arms, swallowed greedily as I released my thickest semen of the day.
In her ferocious devouring, as if trying to consume me, my cock twitched violently, more intensely than usual.
"Hah, hah, hah, hahh—hah… haa… haa…"
Finally, my rampaging rod calmed down, and she went limp beneath me.
I want to hold this woman more. I want to make her even wilder. Such a single-minded desire consumed me.
But it's time for a break. Abigail needs halftime.
I lifted my body to withdraw.
But she, still dazed, wrapped her arms around my back.
She bit my shoulder. *Crunch.*
*—Let's talk—*
Hoho. She's changing the conversation pattern. Usually, shoving my tongue in would look suspicious, so this helps.
*—Body, not moving well, why?—*
Hmm. She'd noticed something was off with me.
Of course. It's a problem directly affecting her survival.
I lifted her, assuming the face-to-face sitting position—without penetration. I decided to secretly press her buttocks with my fingers.
*—Outside, something bad happened—*
*—Outside, betrayed?—*
*—Betrayed, but no freedom—*
*—Something bad?—*
*—Exposed—*
*—Poor thing—*
I chuckled inwardly.
The flattery is too obvious.
Fake kindness to sell herself.
No one would pity Butcher the Slaughterer.
Maybe… Abigail feels like she's dealing with a chimp or gorilla.
Strong but mindless, driven by lust like an animal.
Probably thinks she's being paraded like a trained monkey, laughed at and pointed at.
…Well, that's actually true.
Maybe it's the Morse code. It makes my speech so fragmented that she probably sees me as dim-witted.
Oh well. Let her misunderstand.
I pressed her buttocks harder.
*—Want to go outside?—*
*—Want out, help me—*
*—Earthpint spy, why run?—*
*—I'm not a spy—*
Not a spy? I thought all Earthpints were intelligence agents.
*—Lepo deceived me, captured—*
Lepo? …Handler Lepo?
Deceived… Was she set up too?
*—Betrayal?—*
*—Yes—*
Earthpint is trash.
No… I've heard elite units have intense internal conflicts.
If Abigail's words are true, her situation is like mine.
The thought fills me with pity.
This must be projection.
*—Terrible—*
At my words, Abigail's arms around my back tightened.
*—Jevaudan, why human words?—*
Oops, didn't think of that setting. Well…
*—I, long ago—*
Whoa. Forgot to hide the ex-human part.
Sex with Abigail made me too carefree, loosening my tongue. Beware the female spy's honey trap.
*—Remember long ago?—*
But if I keep lying randomly, it'll fall apart soon.
What to do? I'm stuck.
…Maybe hint at it. Forcefully correct course.
*—Words, Morse, knew from start, reason unknown—*
Abigail froze.
It probably makes no sense. Honestly, I don't know why I'm like this either. No lies there.
I'll leave the rest to her imagination.
Time's almost up.
*—Are you okay? I'll rape you—*
When I asked gently, Abigail stiffened, looking up from my arms.
Bad choice of words. Saying "I'll rape you" straight up is insane. I think about rape all day… Next time, I'll use softer terms like "hold you," "thrust in," or "let's get intimate."