My libido is about to explode.
It's been a full five days since I've been with a woman. For a Butcher like me, this is close to fasting.
"Is it okay now?"
"—Nn! Gu… phah! Wait… Am…"
Abigail, sitting on the bed, takes my throbbing member into her mouth and lifts her pareo skirt to pleasure herself.
The hotel where Ferris is staying is a grand mansion. At a glance, it seems to be one of the largest in the city. Their room is on the top floor.
Surprisingly, even I, a Butcher, was given a private room—next to Ferris and Lydia's. I thought I'd be stuck in the carriage or the stables. There seemed to be some dispute between Ferris's fox-eared attendant and the hotel staff, but this is a relief.
Probably because I'm their bodyguard, Abigail suggests. Makes sense.
The room is bright, with a great view from the windows and good ventilation. There's even a clean bed. A bed. Let me say it again: a bed. One that won't collapse under my weight—sturdy and impressive. Maybe this is another world, and there are aliens like me here. Perhaps it's a room for larger guests. I'm thrilled. Tears are welling up.
In this room, with its solemn, historic decor, lewd sounds echo: *slurp, squelch, squish*.
"Nn… nn… nn—Nnng!… Chupa… haa…"
I want to take Abigail on the bed right now, but there's something I need to do first.
Abigail, lightly aroused, releases my member from her mouth. Foamy saliva drips with her heated breath.
She insisted on sucking my penis while she masturbates. And it was her idea. She's become so shameless—it's incredibly satisfying.
"Haa… haa… haa… Come on, do it…"
Abigail spreads her legs on the bed, parting her lips to reveal the glistening pink within.
My dark tongue is drawn into that warmth.
"Nn!… Nnnaaa…!"
I tease her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, then plunge it deep into her vagina, *sluuurp*.
Her insides are incredibly complex. Her folds envelop me gently, then suddenly tighten, trying to suffocate me. This duality feels like it reflects her very personality.
"Hah, hah, hah, hah—"
As I reach the midpoint of her canal, my tongue is pulled deeper, while her walls grip and stroke me relentlessly.
This is Abigail's ultimate technique. Feeling it with my tongue, I understand its terrifying power.
When her orgasmic spasms join in, no man could endure it.
This is the power of Abigail, a woman who can even subdue beasts.
"Fngaa…♡ Ah, guh! Kuu—aaa—Hh‼"
Gently penetrating her core, I push my tongue further, into the next gate.
Now, she's the woman who greedily devours my raging beast. Even my soft tongue is no match for her now.
"Hah! Hah! Hah! Haa, nnaaa—Hh‼"
Abigail lies back on the bed, her body arching like a bow.
Not quite. Abigail's sensitive.
—Found it.
Carefully, I retrieve it without causing her pain.
"Ngi…!"
Still, she winces slightly. It's been a while since I've seen her like this. Honestly, it excites me as a Butcher.
I hide what I've retrieved in the pocket of the apron hanging by the bed.
Then, I climb onto the bed, positioning myself behind her. The bed creaks under my weight, but it's well-made.
Abigail, breathing heavily, lies with her legs spread wide, her lust-filled eyes watching me loom over her.
I press the tip of my throbbing member against her entrance.
Her soft belly rises and falls with her excited breaths. She lifts her hips, rubbing herself against me. Her lower body seems like a separate, lewd creature.
This is my first time taking a woman on a bed as a Butcher—
And it's Abigail. I can't hold back anymore.
Just then, the door bursts open without a knock.
"Jevaudan, 〆★○△...＃§☆★〆☆ー⁉"
"〆★ーーーー! Lydia※§△▽〓＃＃§‼"
I don't understand what they're saying, but it's Lydia and Ferris, both looking shocked.
I sigh softly and turn around.
Lydia smiles brightly, while Ferris looks genuinely apologetic.
Well, they didn't knock. They're ladies, aren't they? Look, the hotel staff in the hallway were staring at my swollen member, which had grown 1.2 times its usual size.
…Do they not have a culture of knocking?
No, Ferris is protesting fiercely. They probably do. Lydia deliberately ignored it, hoping for a lucky lewd moment. Bingo.
"So soon? Jevaudan, you're so manly!"
"This is necessary for Jevaudan! I told you to wait‼"
The two enter the room, and the door closes behind them. I can't forget the stunned expression of Ferris's attendant just before it shut.
This isn't the kind of scene you casually walk in on, even if you're just visiting a friend's room.
"Like Ferris said, I can't wait anymore. If you have something to say, please wait until after I'm done with Abigail."
I speak up, and Lydia plops down beside the bed.
"Ferris, come here too. You were staring intently when you saw Jevaudan's room before, so don't act shy now… Come on, let's watch up close."
"B-but…"
"Quickly, quickly. Come on, Jevaudan, don't mind us and just go at it! Abigail seems ready too!"
This is…
Lydia plans to get Ferris drunk on my semen early on.
Unwavering, Lydia. I love your boldness. If you want to join in, you're more than welcome.
Taking her words to heart, I thrust into Abigail, my weight pressing down on her.
She was already prepared, so I plunge deep in one swift motion.
"—Unn♡ Aaahhh—Hh‼"
On the bed, I wrap my arms around her back and waist, holding her close.
"Agh—Hh‼"
With a *thud!*, I thrust deeply, the bed creaking loudly beneath us.
Still holding her tightly, I grind against her, crushing her sensitive spots.
"Ah… ah… ah… aaan♡ A, guh—Hh‼"
As Abigail's voice rises in pitch, her vagina tightens, creating a vacuum. I pull back, then thrust again, *grind, sluuurp, thud!*, repeating this relentless motion over and over.
In between, I lick her exposed, creamy breasts, nibbling gently and teasing her hardened nipples with my mouth.
"—Faa♡ A, aan♡"
On the way here, in the carriage, Abigail was forced by Lydia to make embarrassing confessions. She said that when my fearsome mouth bites her breasts, it's terrifying, but the contrast when I gently caress them afterward is incredibly arousing. She even finds my desperate breast-sucking adorable.
Especially when my teeth, sharp enough to tear through iron, gently nibble her nipples—that's when she feels the most excited. It's like a suspension bridge effect. Abigail has truly joined the ranks of the depraved.
The missionary position is incredibly dynamic. Her smooth, white skin clings to me, the friction between our bodies intense.
Overwhelmed by pleasure, I tighten my grip on her, and she arches her back, matching my rhythm. It makes thrusting even easier.
Like this, on the bed, I'm perfectly fused with Abigail.
I lovingly caress her curves with my palms.
From the tip to the base of her sex, our grinding pelvises, her thighs, belly, breasts, and armpits—lubricated by fluids and sweat, there's not a millimeter of space between us. It feels like our boundaries are melting into one.
Maybe that's why, when Abigail moans in ecstasy, I feel the same pleasure, my mind melting. When I give her pleasure, it returns to me a hundredfold. So I become obsessed with pleasing her more than myself.
After this, all that's left is to indulge in the friction of our reproductive organs.
Toward the untrodden peak that Abigail beckons me to.
"Ah! Ah! Aan! Nnaa! Ah! I, iaaah! Aaaah… Hh‼ Je, vo… I… I! Hah, ah‼"
Her brows furrow tightly, as if holding back her voice.
I gently tap her head.
—*You Can Scream*—
"Hah, hah, hanuu…♡ Uun♡ Je… je, vo… dan!"
Yes. This is a special space.
First, there's no alien surveillance.
Ferris and Lydia are aliens, but they don't understand human language. They certainly can't recognize human words mixed with moans.
Also, they don't know I understand human language.
So, no matter what Abigail screams in human language, Ferris and Lydia won't understand. It's a message only I can hear.
She can moan freely in human language.
—*Scream More, Let Me Hear*—
"Nn!… Ki… mochi… ii… kimo, chiino! Je vo—dan! Ah‼ Dame‼ Sugoi, ii… nn‼"
Gradually, Abigail's voice grows louder.
"Je vo—dan's… penis…! Kimochi, ii!"
Oh?
"Aaah♡ Dame! Penis, oku made♡ Kurushi… aaaah♡"
Hoho. She's using explicit language. Since she was forced to say it in the carriage, she's gotten used to it. I should send a thank-you letter to Teacher Lydia.
Her eyes grow hazy, as if under self-hypnosis.
"Aa… aa… a♡ Damee, aa…♡"
…Let me try something.
—*Do You Want It?*—
"…Uu, n♡ Hosii… hosii no! Je vo, dan‼ Cho… dai! Je vo, dan no! Sei—shi♡ Takusan♡ I…ppai♡"
Like a feverish patient begging for water, she craves my seed.
Abigail's body temperature is high in my arms. The dense scent of a woman wafts from her skin, tickling my nose.
She's ready to conceive.
She wants to bear the child of a beast—
In that moment, my mind is consumed by the sole purpose of ejaculating deep inside her.
"…Hii‼ Hi, guu♡ Ngi…!"
With a powerful thrust, Abigail gasps, her head thrown back.
According to her, she feels like her throat is being pierced, making it hard to breathe.
I bite her throat.
"Ahh, guu…"
It's a primal instinct, a beast biting its mate to immobilize her.
Nibbling her sensitive spot, I hold her slender body tightly, and Abigail is completely still.
"Uu… uu… aa… aa…!"
With her throat bitten, she drools, her lower body helplessly ravaged by me. The bed shakes, and her eyes, clouded with the nearness of death, stare blankly.
She seems incredibly aroused by the idea of being killed by me while actually being treated gently. Biting her throat today was the right move. I can tell she's dripping wet just from the sound of my thrusts. Maybe she has a masochistic side too.
For added effect, I growl like a Butcher. Abigail's arousal intensifies. Still biting her throat, I moan, and her lower lips drool.
It's a brutal scene, like a woman being devoured alive by a beast.
Then, suddenly, her eyes refocus.
"Aa…! Aah…‼"
She quivers, climaxing lightly beneath me.
Quickly releasing her throat, I accelerate my thrusts.
"Hii‼ Aah♡ Iide… je vo… maa… iide… moo, aa…♡ Da, me♡ Shinu… shinjau♡ Yuruji… moo, damee♡ Toma, te♡ Maa, teaa♡ I, ki… kurushi… o, bore, chau…♡"
Ignoring her pleas, I continue pistoning in and out of her enchanting flesh.
I know she'll want more soon.
"Aagi… ii… aaaah♡ Ku, ru♡ Sugoi no, kuru…♡ Kichau♡ Moo… mooo♡ Moo, ah‼ …I, guh—Hh‼ I, ngaaaaan—Hh♡ Nnng—Hh‼"
—Maybe it's me who's been trained.
I'm the loyal servant of the golden-haired witch, giving her pleasure as she desires, pouring my essence into her when she wants.
Abigail's legs form a V-shape, lifting from the sides of my body in the missionary position.
Simultaneously, my penis is slick with her saliva.
Her lustful eyes gaze at me intently.
There's no resisting Abigail's full-on seduction. In this otherworldly pleasure, I begin to ejaculate violently, *throb, throb!*, the pain almost unbearable.
"Hi"
Holding her supple body tightly, I press my pelvis against hers, injecting my sperm directly into her womb.
*Gush, gush*, my semen rushes through my urethra, a thick, semi-solid torrent. It's the concentrated essence of a beast, built up over time.
"Aa… aa… aa… aa… aa… aa… aa…"
I see her crying, her mouth moving silently. It's been a while since she's begged like this.
I extend my dark tongue, pushing it into Abigail's mouth.
She desperately sucks and nibbles, trying to calm her overheating nerves.
"Mgu… Nguu…♡ Nnnn♡"
As I focus on this, the uncontrollable lust swirling inside me cools slightly.
Playing with Abigail's dazed mouth like a child, I notice the two girls in my recovering vision.
Ferris is frozen, staring intently.
Lydia… is also, unusually, frozen and staring.
Real, adult sex is quite intense up close. What I showed in the prison was more like a performance. This must be a completely different impression.