Next time, I'll take Lydia, the others, and Abigail out. We're heading to Mifosis, another world. We're almost there, but I can't figure out the final step to remove the device holding us back. Honestly, I'm feeling cornered on all sides. With those recent thoughts in mind, I ejaculated.
Tytania devoured it eagerly, her throat humming with delight.
She puckered her lips, pressing them against the tip of my penis, and like drinking from a water bottle, she lapped up every drop of the sticky, cloudy fluid gushing endlessly from my urethra, licking and sucking without leaving a trace.
With a melted gaze, she sucked gently, her tongue flicking… flicking… against the underside of the glans. Meanwhile, her hands moved like milking a cow, gently coaxing my ejaculation. It's a new way to finish. This way, it feels like Tytania's really drinking it, and it's incredibly arousing. I'm always amazed by her insatiable curiosity.
That's when the prophecy came.
A bolt of lightning shot down my spine, and my body jolted violently.
—That's it! Perfect!
I've finally found the breakthrough!
The way to remove my self-destruct device and gain freedom!
This is the moment I've been waiting for!
…But this is a risky move for me.
A one-time, all-or-nothing gamble.
There's no other choice.
And there's no other time!
With Tytania's help, I can do it!
As my gaze drifted, she looked up at me.
Her face, sticky and white, broke into a carefree smile.
Tytania agrees—it's the right move.
If I fail, her ticket to freedom will burn to ashes, but she still pushes me forward.
Before I knew it, a beast's roar shook the cell.
Slippery and hot, my throbbing rod slid into Tytania's beautiful mouth. A shivering libido raced up my spine, and I couldn't hold back—I released my seed.
Tytania's eyes widened at my sudden ejaculation, but she quickly melted into ecstasy.
As I shot my sperm deep into her throat, I pushed the tip of my penis in as well.
Her throat's peristaltic movements slid along the underside of my shaft, matching the pulse of my penis. In that warm, gentle caress, my ejaculation didn't stop.
Maybe the heat of excitement broke my limits. Every time Tytania licked my testicles, urging me to ejaculate, my shaft thrashed wildly in her throat.
Using every inch of her mouth's membranes to take my scorching torrent, Tytania finally gasped for air, releasing my throbbing member.
Still, my eruption didn't stop. In no time, her heaving shoulders were drenched in my animalistic desire, dripping everywhere.
I kept spilling into Tytania for a while, and the excitement finally subsided.
Then, she lifted her face and opened her mouth.
On her extended tongue… was a centipede this time.
A centipede clicking its mandibles.
Ah, I see. Centipede Number Five will help with this plan.
Got it, Tytania. I'll gladly use Number Five.
She stood up and passed the centipede into my mouth with a kiss.
Just then, I sensed a presence at the cell's entrance.
I couldn't see him, but I knew from the aura and scent.
It was the elf man, Trujar, peeking in. What a nuisance, spying on our intimate moment.
Don't worry, Tytania. Once we're free, he'll be the first to die. I'll make him pay for what he did to you.
She relaxed her cheeks and nodded at my silent vow.
Then, let's go on a honeymoon together.
I want revenge, but more than that, I want you.
Maybe Abigail will join us too, but that's fine, right?
Tytania gave me a narrow-eyed look but quickly smiled and kissed my cheek.
"—Liveren Pyrosmalagda—"
With that whisper, her tongue, hot with breath, slithered around my neck, licked my nipples, my navel, and then slid down to my lower abdomen.
In the quiet cell, lewd, slurping sounds echoed.
*
I told Abigail about the travel plans and the final plan to remove the self-destruct device embedded in my temple.
I need her help too.
Actually, her role is crucial. I can't do it alone.
At first, Abigail listened with a stern expression, but by the end, she nodded in agreement.
*"Leave it to me."*
*"I'm counting on you."*
When I said that, Abigail pressed her lips against my gum-baring mouth. I couldn't help but open my mouth, trying to extend my tongue.
Abigail's vagina tightened with a *squeak-squeak*.
Up close, Number Five had quite the visual impact. I heard a clicking warning sound from inside my mouth. Abigail glared at Number Five and bit down on my extended tongue.
*"…Stop that."*
*"It was an accident…"*
The planning talk was over.
That day, I quietly embraced Abigail. All she talked about in my arms was what we'd do after the plan succeeded.
*"Where should we go?"*
I just want to kill everyone in sight, but I said, "Anywhere."
*"Let's go to the sea. I've always wanted to see it… Or, maybe, let's just go to another world. Mifosis, right? It might be tough, but starting over from scratch sounds exciting."*
Abigail moved with me calmly, looking happier than I'd ever seen her. To keep her focused on the story, I moved as slowly as I could.
"Hah… aah…"
*"You know a lot about nature, right, Jevodán? With you, I won't feel anxious no matter where we go."*
…
*"Aren't you scared, Abigail?"*
She stopped moving and looked at me.
*"If I mess up and die, you'll be stuck in this cell for the rest of your life."*
Not just stuck in a cell—a far worse fate awaits.
Then Abigail's expression brightened.
*"If that happens, I'll die too. There's no point living beyond that. I'll do what I can, and if it fails, I'll rip off my collar and die with Jevodán. We're in this together… partners, remember?"*
…
*"It's okay if Tytania comes too, right?"*
At my words, Abigail quietly furrowed her brow.
*"Her name's Tytania."*
I confessed Tytania's name.
Abigail's lips trembled as if she wanted to say something, but she quickly shut her mouth and swallowed it all.
*"Of course… but I'll be there too. Let's all go somewhere far away."*
Somewhere far away…
If we go far, I can't seek revenge or kill anyone.
But if Tytania and Abigail are there, maybe the magma-like hatred boiling in my gut will cool down eventually.
I'll think about it once we get to that "somewhere far away."
Maybe that's okay.
I carefully conquered Abigail's white body.
Like a masseur, I loosened her body, from the gaps in her toes to the tips of her hair, gently coating every cell with my cloudy fluid. I thrust slowly and relentlessly, pushing her to the brink of unconsciousness.
Without intensity, the endless, slow, persistent thrusting continued even as Abigail climaxed repeatedly.
As she whimpered, tears streaming, begging for mercy, I made her swallow every drop of my final ejaculation before standing up.
—In the mirror, the Butcher's red eyes glowed a deep crimson.