///Prologue\\\
'It seems I've been reincarnated into the world of Overlord!' Though I only became fully aware of it after I'd already turned twenty.
At first I'd assumed I'd landed in some ultra-cyberpunk hellscape. My parents were corporate executives with money to burn, so I never wanted for anything material, but calling my life "free" would've been a lie. The air was foul, acid rain fell like clockwork, and the food tasted like wet cardboard.
Then, while I was living a relatively comfortable existence as a corporate heir, something called a DMMO-RPG system hit the market. Brain-interface nanotech, full-dive virtual reality - the kind of escapist tech I'd have killed for in my previous life.
It was an entertainment junkie through and through, so of course I got hooked.
Then news of a new title dropped.
[YGGDRASIL]
The moment I saw the name, my blood ran cold. 'That's the world of Overlord.'
I tried telling myself it was just a coincidence, but the more I dug, the more undeniable it became.
'This is that YGGDRASIL.'
Immediately I pre-ordered it.
I wanted out of that miserable cyberpunk reality. My this life parents were already dead.
'This is it,' I'd thought. 'My only way out.'
The goal was simple: get swept up in the world-transfer — stick with the protagonist, Momonga, and ride out the server shutdown without logging off. If my hunch was right, staying online until the end would drag me into the new world. And if it didn't... well, joining Ainz Ooal Gown and transferring alongside Nazarick was the safest bet either way.
Smiling to myself, I clutched that hope tight.
A few years into the game, Ainz Ooal Gown didn't even exist yet.
I had built my character specifically for a heteromorphic guild, picking a race that made heteromorph hunters foam at the mouth.
An incubus hybrid, a true sex/mind-demon, all charm skills to dominate monsters and a monstrous demon form for combat. My "real" body was some grotesque demonic fiend; the human shape was just a facade created to charm enemy or infiltration.
Why an incubus, of all things? Simple. There were not many heteromorphic that had their own human form and after the world transfer, I'd need to pass for human.
Momonga had plenty of trouble on that front, and I didn't want the same hassle.
My human disguise, naturally, was absurdly handsome. Not because he'd spent hours in the character creator no, he'd thrown real money at a professional designer. Pale skin, crimson eyes, wavy black hair, tall with just the right amount of lean muscle.
When I'd told the designer "Incubus," this was what they'd delivered. I remembered staring at the screen and croaking, 'Oh god, I look like a gigolo.'
Still, the disguise let me slip past heteromorph hunters and grind in peace. I'd intended to stay laser-focused on the transfer plan except I made a critical miscalculation.
The game was just too good!
I got completely, hopelessly absorbed. The world-transfer, the eventual shutdown, all of it got shoved to the back of my mind while I chased the next quest, the next rare drop.
An event starts at midnight? Better take a nap and set an alarm. Took paid leave from work for this. I was genuinely giddy.
Then... Ainz Ooal Gown was founded.
Of course, I wasn't among the original members, but I managed to worm my way in. And just like that, I became the forty-second Supreme Being. The guild that should have had forty-one originally now had one extra.
Life inside Ainz Ooal Gown was, without exaggeration, the best thing that had ever happened to me. Until then, I'd always played solo, learn spells, research about the species and also different weaponry,military strategies. The camaraderie, the teamwork, the sheer fun of it burned itself into my brain.
Momongano, Momonga-san —turned out to be a genuinely good person. I'd initially approached him with cold calculation, but that crumbled almost immediately.
It stopped mattering.
Momonga was now my friend. For real. Adventure after adventure, dungeon after dungeon, late nights laughing with guildmates - those were the peak days of my life.
WERE...
The guild shrank to a quarter of what it once was. People stopped logging in. Some deleted their accounts. Some simply vanished. I couldn't or simply didn't do a thing about any of it.
It hurt but if they want that cursed reality that can have it. Ainz Ooal Gown had started as a selfish, calculated means to an end. Now it was irreplaceable.
YGGDRASIL's final day arrived. Only I and Momonga remained.
I'd thought the moment would feel like a launchpad 'finally, the other world... But it didn't.
YGGDRASIL was no longer a vehicle for my escape. Ainz Ooal Gown, Momonga... using them had long since stopped crossing my mind.
I just wished those joyful days could have lasted forever.
But time is merciless. YGGDRASIL went dark. What came next was no longer a game.
Of course, I had already edited Albedo's character profile, it was too dangerous to keep alone.
'Alright. Enough moping.' I thought.
I'd been depressed right up until the shutdown, but now it was time to switch gears.
I helped soothe Momonga, who was openly panicking over NPCs suddenly talking, and started issuing orders to the newly sentient denizens of Nazarick.
'I shouldn't call them NPCs anymore.'
The characters my guildmates had painstakingly crafted were alive. It was awe-inspiring.
I and Momonga composed ourselves, adopting the most dignified bearing they could manage. Then I made it clear to every servant in earshot: they were to obey Momonga above all. The guild leader's authority trumped a rank-and-file member's. That was just common sense.
Of course, that wouldn't reduce the weight of my command and words.
Also, it meant I could dump the entire management mess onto Momonga's shoulders. Momonga shot me a look of pure betrayal.
'I'll make it up to you. Probably.' I thought.
Before long, events started tracking with the original story. Carne Village was attacked, Momonga rushed to help the same as the game, and I tagged along, watching the iconic scenes unfold from spitting distance.
'Looking cool, Momonga.'
Afterwards, Momonga now going by Ainz Ooal Gown was practically glowing with hope that other guild members might be out there somewhere.
'Good for you.' I liked Ainz. Genuinely. When the others slipped away, Momonga had been the one who stayed by my side until the very end. That meant something.
So when I told Ainz, with a straight face, 'No matter what happens, you're still my comrade,' yeah, it was a sappy line. But Ainz was happy. Then Ainz asked to keep being called "Momonga."
His own name, on the other hand, remained unchanged. His YGGDRASIL player name was still in effect.
Belial~♡.
Spelled with a heart in end, because why not. In my defense, half of Ainz Ooal Gown had ridiculous names, and I'd wanted to fit in.
I who has taken the name of a favorite character from another game and slapped a heart on it. It did help me get chummy with Lucifer, at least.
Now my subordinates and the maids called me "Lord Belial," which sounded way too badass. I kind of regretted not picking something with less gravitas.
Still, the hybrid-demon build paid dividends. My human form let me actually taste Nazarick's exquisite food. I sat there savoring black tea and scones while Momonga watched with the hollow, accusatory stare only a lich could manage.
Supposedly, an undead staring me down like that was terrifying - but honestly, ever since arriving in this world, fear itself felt distant.
Probably because of the story that I paste while creating the character.
Being able to enjoy Nazarick's luxury with a real, flesh-and-blood body was sublime.
'This new world is amazing. Nazarick is amazing. ' I was unbelievably, dangerously horny.
This hadn't been an issue before the transmigration. Which meant it was absolutely the influence of my race. I was a hybrid incubus - a literal sex monster.
Once Peroroncino asked me, "Belial, why did you pick such a sleazy race?" echoed in my skull.
I'd spun some excuse about charm skills and control being perfect for a beast-tamer build. I should've race-changed when I had the chance.
Now my body was a live wire. Albedo, Shalltear, Aura... even Mare, the little cross-dressing elf - looking at any of them sent a spike of raw lust through me. Beneath my trousers, beneath my underwear, I was perpetually, painfully erect.
I was listening to Demiurge's grand, galaxy-brained schemes while sporting a massive hard-on under my robes. Demiurge, waxing eloquent about some ten-thousand-year plan, and all I could think about was my aching cock.
Locking myself in my room to jerk off did nothing. The pressure didn't ease. Deep in my gut, I knew the only way to deal with this was to actually fuck a woman.
So, what, sleep with one of my subordinates? A maid?
They'd probably agree if I just asked about it. But they were NPCs created by my friends practically their children. Using my authority as a Supreme Being to coerce them into bed was beyond the pale. Sure, since becoming an incubus, my moral compass had been steadily rusting over, but even I had to draw a line somewhere to keep myself from going overboard and destroying myself.
After agonizing over it, I did the only thing that made sense: I went to Momonga.
I cut straight to the point.
"Can I leave Nazarick and go fuck some women?"
The initial response was explosive. "Too dangerous! Out of the question!" But after explaining my situation and how the species buff is effecting me — Momonga eventually relented.
Momonga understood what it felt like to have my psyche warped by my race. We were both victims of their new forms.
And so, after informing only a select few guardians that I would be absent, I prepared to head out and find release. Momonga sold it as a covert reconnaissance mission.
"Lord Belial's stealth skills make an escort unnecessary."
Sebas and Albedo protested vehemently: "A Supreme Being without even a single guard?! Preposterous!"
Demiurge, however, gave an approving nod, pushing up his glasses with a knowing glint.
"As expected of Lord Belial. So it's 'that,' is it?"
I of course had no idea what Demiurge thought "that" was. He was definitely spinning some elaborate headcanon, for him I was second only to Momonga in intelligence.
Whatever. The point was, I was headed to E-Rantel, in the Re-Estize Kingdom, to sink myself into a woman's body.
Look, normally there'd be courtship. Build-up. Romance, or at least a transaction. But right now he couldn't wait. The heat was unbearable. That left only one option: pin a woman down and take her by force.
Was I wracked with guilt over that idea? Not even a little. My mind was well and truly tugged along by the racial trait. But even so, if I was going to fuck someone, I'd prefer a target I wouldn't feel remotely bad about violating.
So who, near E-Rantel, fit that bill?
The answer was obvious.
Clementine.
-x-X-x-
Nighttime.
A woman wrapped in a black coat walked the streets of E-Rantel. Beneath the coat she wore armor that covered very little, and something resembling scale mail. That scale-like armor was, in truth, crafted from the adventurer plates of everyone she had killed.
In other words, it was the calling card of a serial killer.
"Hm-hm-hmm!!"
The woman hummed to herself in high spirits. Her features were refined, her blonde hair cut into a short bob. Pale skin, a decent bust. She looked to be around twenty, with a face that could be called beautiful except for the smile that curved her lips into a deep, wicked crescent.
'Killed a nice piece of prey today, lucky me! Kajii-chan's plan is coming along nicely too life's just rosy and happy right now.'
The stiletto concealed beneath her cloak was still wet with blood.
For a former 9th Seat of the Black Scripture, the adventurers of E-Rantel were nothing. A quick dash in, a sharp thrust - dead. Nighttime in E-Rantel meant few people about. Most shops were closed, and the streets were nearly deserted.
'I'll just head back to the inn and crash. Kajii-chan's making progress on the intel front too, so we should find it soon.'
She smiled inwardly, her steps growing almost buoyant-
'I'm being tailed.'
Her expression went completely flat in an instant.
Clementine was an exceptional warrior and an accomplished intelligence operative. Sensing presences was one of her strong suits.
'The Theocracy? No. They wouldn't send just one. Then who?'
Pretending to notice nothing, she continued walking - then slipped into a back alley.
'Whoever's got the balls to tail me, the great Clementine, is seriously asking for it. Not that I'm laughing.'
Murderous rage simmered beneath a carefully blank face as she stepped into the narrow, single-lane alley. She was baiting them. A path with only one entrance and one exit the perfect place to wait for the fool following her.
She moved deeper into the alley. The presence behind her did not vanish.
'That's really underestimating me. I'll fucking kill them.'
Clementine turned around.
The perpetrator stood there a stunning man with black hair and crimson eyes. A black jacket worn directly over his bare skin, black trousers accented with chains. Beneath the jacket, the lines of a lean but defined physique were clearly visible.
Clementine raised an eyebrow.
'Who is this guy? Pretty damn handsome... bet he's real proud of that face. Maybe I'll burn it off before I kill him.'
Despite his features, Clementine felt nothing but irritation. A regular maiden might have been charmed senseless at a glance, but Clementine was no maiden.
Seeing her turn, I stopped as well.
"Oops, you caught me." Of course, she was able to pnly because I wasn't using any racial advantage or spells.
"I knew you were there ages ago. So, mister you actually know who I am, and you still followed me?"
"You're Clementine... or am I mistaken?"
"Ohhh, so you do know. Interesting."
Clementine quickly revised her assessment. This wasn't some ordinary rapist looking to jump a woman in the lawless dark.
'Well, with a face like that, he probably doesn't have trouble finding women. Shouldn't even need to do this kind of thing.'
She pushed back her hood, letting me see her fully.
"So? What do you want? You sure don't look like one of Zuranon's bunch."
"Zuranon... No, I'm not with them. Don't lump me in with that lot."
"...Huh. You even know about that."
Clementine silently upgraded the man's threat level. He knew she was one of Zuranon's Twelve Executives, yet he wasn't a Zuranon associate. That meant-
"A pursuer from the Theocracy? Or are you planning to catch me and have your way?"
"I've got no ties to the Theocracy... but yeah, something like that. I do plan to catch you and have my way."
"Heh. You've got a mouth on you."
Clementine's eyes grew hard. She still didn't know who he was, but he was definitely an enemy. Incapacitate him first, torture him if there's time that was her immediate conclusion.
"Just so you know, I'm pretty strong."
She drew two stilettos from inside her clothes. Clementine had absolute confidence in her abilities.
Even Gazef Stronoff, the kingdom's strongest warrior, would fall to her so long as he wasn't equipped with the kingdom's treasures.
And that confidence wasn't arrogance. As a pure warrior, Clementine genuinely stood at the continent's pinnacle.
"That may be true, but only among the people you know."
"The fuck did you say?"
The taunt sent a phantom snap of her blood vessels echoing through her skull.
"A third-rate nobody who can't even gauge a power gap! Don't get cocky with me!"
She kicked off the ground, stilettos poised. One look at his lack of equipment no sword, no spear, nothing but a jacket over bare skin - told her he wasn't a warrior. Couldn't even hide a weapon like that.
A magic caster, then. It made sense. Some casters got delusions of grandeur just because they could wield high-tier magic. Clementine smirked. A deluded magic caster was the easiest prey. Showing himself like this had sealed his fate.
Straight in, quick lunge, stab with the stiletto instant death. Kill him before he could utter a single incantation, and no amount of magical power would save him.
'Taking that shoulder!'
The stiletto shot straight toward the man's shoulder-And stopped.
"Huh?"
The tip of the stiletto was caught. In his hand. One bare hand, gripping the thrust weapon.
A chill raced down her spine. Clementine leaped backward in panic.
'What the hell was that? A martial art!'
She racked her brain. There might be warriors stronger than her. But to block an attack after seeing it -there had to be a trick. Some kind of magic item, or a martial art. She licked her lips to hide how dry her mouth had become.
"Not bad, mister. For a fluke, that was pretty slick."
"Does that look like a fluke to you?"
'More provocation. Fine.'
If normal attacks could be blocked, she'd just use something unblockable.
"I'm seriously pissed off now. I've decided - I was gonna capture you alive, but now I'll just kill you."
She took a deep breath and exhaled. Then she kicked off the ground.
Four martial arts activated simultaneously, propelling her forward with explosive speed.
He made no move to defend. Smiling at his apparent carelessness, Clementine thrust her stiletto.
"Die..."
The stiletto was caught. She didn't understand how but she'd anticipated it.
"Dumbass! It's not over yet!"
She activated another martial art and drove her second stiletto forward. He caught that one too. Yet her sadistic smile never wavered.
"Now it's over!"
Lightning erupted from one stiletto. Flames burst from the other. Her stilettos were enchanted with Magic Accumulate, each imbued with a stored spell.
'Killed him!' The moment that thought flashed with absolute certainty, Clementine witnessed something impossible.
Unharmed. Not a single wound. Not even a smudge on his clothes.
"No way! That's not possib-"
Before she could finish, his fist buried itself in her abdomen. Clementine's body folded sharply at the waist, lifted slightly off the ground.
"Guh, hah...!?"
The impact jolted her internal organs, robbing her of breath. It took her a dazed second to realize it wasn't a martial art - just a simple punch.
"Uu... bleeegh..."
She vomited. The acidic taste flooded her mouth, and her consciousness blurred.
"Ugh, gross. You'd better not get that on my clothes."
She looked up and saw him staring down at her, a relaxed smile on his face. Not a trace of fatigue.
"Y-you... you bastard...!"
"Ah-ah, don't try to run. If you run, I'll have to break your legs."
The blood drained from Clementine's face. This man was unequivocally stronger than her. Trick or no trick, she had no hope of escaping. She remembered his earlier words: 'I plan to catch you and have my way. '
If that was his intent, he wouldn't kill her immediately. She needed to wait for an opening. Escape was the only option.
For now, she prioritized recovering her stamina.
"You're... pretty strong, mister... So, what are you gonna do with me? Some naughty stuff?"
Stalling with chatter. She clutched her stomach, throwing out a suggestive joke to throw him off.
"Yeah, exactly. You figured it out."
"Huh?"
"I'm going to mess you up."
Clementine was stunned. 'This is all just to fuck me?'
Like some brute overpowering a helpless maiden.
He saw her her as a helpless maiden. The realization clicked, and fury detonated inside her.
Ignoring her battered body, she kicked off the ground.
"Don't you dare underestimate me!"
She grabbed a spare stiletto from her hip—
"Yeah, that's enough of that."
Invisible hands seized both her arms.
'What the! Magic? No, there was no incantation, a martial art...'
The thought shattered as she was slammed against the wall. Her arms were pinned above her head, her feet lifted off the ground a crucified pose.
"You bastard! What did you do?!"
"{Invisible Arm}. Ever heard of it? Well, doesn't really matter to you."
His hand reached out and tore away her chest armor. Her breasts were exposed, and Clementine ground her back teeth not out of maidenly shame, but fury at the humiliation.
A moment later, he grabbed one of her breasts hard.
"Nngh...!"
"Yeah, good color. My type."
He kneaded it, as if testing the give of a cushion. Clementine felt no pleasure. She refused to feel pleasure from this man's hands.
"Let's check out what's below, then."
His hands stripped away her lower gear. She was left with light armor still strapped to her limbs, but her breasts and most intimate place were completely exposed.
"Huh? Whoa."
At his reaction to seeing her private part, Clementine smirked. What he was staring at her pussy - was a scorched, ruined mess, used.
"Too bad, pervert. I'm pretty well-used goods. Sorry you had to see such a gross pussy."
Normally, she despised those scars. But watching them sour this man's plans was a silver lining.
Clementine was originally from the Theocracy. Back when she was still weak, she'd been beaten and gang-raped by superior male agents, simply because she was a woman. Before that, during her fledgling years, she'd been captured and tortured on a mission.
Heated, pear-shaped metal forced inside her womanhood, twisting and tearing. Burns, poison, sexual brutality everything from her womb to her vaginal opening to her labia had been utterly destroyed.
"This won't even get a cock hard, will it? Serves you right."
She sneered and his eyes narrowed.
'Fuck, did I goad him too hard? Might've pissed him off...'
Unable to move, her life was entirely in his hands. Push too far, and he'd kill her.
"Fine. Let's use this, then."
He seemed to reach a decision on his own, plunging a hand into a dark rift. What emerged was a vial of crimson liquid.
Poison? Something else?
He uncorked it and began pouring it over her lower abdomen. The liquid wet her burned heat.
"C-cold...!"
She writhed at the icy sensation, but pinned as she was, escape was impossible. The red liquid seeped down, coating her sex.
"...That's better."
"What?"
Clementine suddenly noticed: the dull, ever-present ache between her legs was gone.
She looked down. There, between her thighs, was a pussy like a virgin's — not the gross ruined mess but a real tight clean vagina!
"So a YGGDRASIL potion really can heal it, huh?"
'The wounds healed...? You've gotta be kidding! Healing magic and potions can't restore old, long-healed injuries! What kind of insanely expensive potion did this guy just use?!'
While she was reeling, a jolt of stimulation shot through her lower body. His fingers had found her labia.
"H-hey, pervert... you really gonna waste a super-expensive potion on this?"
"Obviously. My possessions exist for me to use however I want."
*Squelch squelch*
His fingers toyed with her pussy. Pleasure surged from a part of her that was supposed to be dead, making her brain go numb.
'D-dammit, me, the great Clementine! Feeling something just because a man's touching my pussy...'
*Squelch squelch squelch*
"Nn... Fu...ck!!"
Clementine clenched her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut. During those gang rapes, during the sexual torture, she had never felt any pleasure only pain.
'So why the fuck does this feel so good?'
Tears streaming down her face, she desperately tried to think of a way out.
"But, y'know... is this really okay, pervert? All that fighting earlier... people in town are gonna wake up."
"Hmm?"
"No matter how this turns out, they'll catch a pervert like you forcing himself on a girl. You'll be arrested as a rap-"
"I won't be caught. No one's coming in the first place."
Clementine glared at him.
"Based on what...?!"
"I've cast a perception-blocking spell on this alley. See? All that commotion, and not a single person stirred."
"Wha? What are you-"
Cold sweat ran down Clementine's cheek.
-x-X-x-
"Until morning, no one can enter. Scream for help all you want nobody's coming."
"Ah... ah..."
She wanted to argue, to deny the impossibility of it-
"Too bad, Clementine."
"Eep-!"
A deep, primal terror she'd thought long discarded surged through her. She'd already given up on fighting.
"S-stop! Stop it!"
Twisting desperately to escape, her only thought was to flee-
"Pointless struggling. Don't squirm so much it turns me on."
In an instant, my finger plunged into her vaginal opening.
*Squelch squelch Squelch squelch squelch*
"Ah nn... st-op..."
This is clearly wrong. 'Feeling this much was abnormal. It was beyond any matter of skill with his hands'
- her body itself was warped.
"You bastard...! You slipped something into that potion!"
"Hm? Why would I drug — ahh, I see. Must be my racial skill."
*Squelch squelch*
"Ghh... uh."
His incomprehensibly casual realization infuriated her. Trying to escape the pleasure building in her core, she twisted again.
"Come on now, don't run away, Clementine."
*Siirrrp, siirrrp, siirrrp*
"Nngh... st...op... stop it!!!"
"I won't stop."
She shifted her hips left my hand followed like it was glued to her. She shifted right same. The caresses never ceased.
'Goddammit! I can't get away! This fucker is way too persistent!'
She cursed inwardly, but there wasn't even room to curse aloud.
"Alright, for the next hour, I'm going to loosen you up so it won't hurt when I put it in."
"Eh, hah... hic-"
Her cheek twitched at the declaration, 'An hour of this?'
*Squelch squelch squelch*
"Nngh... hnn..."
Inside her pussy, my fingers worked her open from within. Rough, yet somehow delicate enough to avoid pain.
"This spot feels good, doesn't it, Clementine?"
My finger pressed against her G-spot — the most sensitive place inside her. Desperate for that not to be touched, she shook her head frantically.
"N-no, that's-"
"Ah, aaaah!" Her pleas were useless. The merciless caress tore a lewd cry from her throat.
"Hahaha, you sound like an animal."
"You, you b-bastard, I'll fucking kill y-"
*Squelch squelch squelch*
"Ah nnaaahhh!"
Her body writhed, moans spilling helplessly out.
"I'll kill your resistance too."
"W-wait-"
*Squeeeeze*
"Ngiiiih...!?"
Every single one of her weak spots was thoroughly teased by me.
*Nnsshh Nnsshh Nnsshh*
"Hng ahg kyuh."
Then, it came the moment....
"I'm... I'm cumming...! I'm gonna cum, so... stop, damn you!"
"Yeah, go ahead and cum."
*Silrrrp siirrrp sllrrrp slirrrp*
"Nn... guh, uuu... ahhhh!!!"
*Psssshhh*
Clementine climaxed, squirting her girl-cum. Warm fluid trickled down, a thin stream of humiliation.
*Squelch*
"Eh...?"
"Hm? Something wrong, Clementine?"
My fingers didn't stop — plunging deep inside her tight vagina.
"W-wait... I just came, it's really sensitive right now, y'know...?"
"Yeah, it is."
*Squelch squelch*
My fingers didn't stop.
"Nngh... This is... torture. When a woman's super sensitive and you keep touching her like that..."
"Is that so? Good for you."
*Squelch squelch squelch squelch*
I continued fingering her pussy. "Ghh... s-so I'm telling you... stop, stop it, this is seriously painful."
"Why would I stop? You stupid bitch?"
*Squelch squelch squelch*
"D-dammit... I'm sorry, okay?! I-I'll use my mouth! Or my tits..."
"Oh, that's a fine idea. I'll take you up on that later."
*Silrrrp slirrrp silrrrp slirrrp*
"Nnnaah, you... stop! I'm telling you to stop! Ooh fuck, of fuck oooof, oooh..."
*Squelch squelch*
"Stooop! It hurts! I'm telling you to stooop, I'm begging..."
*Pssshhh Pssshhh*
"Stooop! Please, please stooop! Stooop already!"
*Ssiluuurrp Nnghhuuu*
My fingers didn't stop. Again and again she climaxed, squirting, spraying her juices and drool everywhere and still, I didn't stop, as I promised.
She writhed in pleasure, unable to escape. Her pussy leaked arousal like a broken faucet.
And still, the caresses continued...
-x-X-x-
One hour of ceaseless fingering later—
"Hff... hfff..."
Clementine's body was drenched in heavy beads of sweat, her skin glistening, reflecting the faint moonlight in a slick sheen. On the ground, a puddle of arousal and piss had formed, giving off a distinct, raw odor mixed with her cum.
"Hmm, might've overdone it a little."
My voice reached her ears, but she couldn't even manage a reply. The excessive climaxes had sapped her strength; resistance was no longer possible.
"Feels like a waste, but I'll use this."
I reached into the darkness again and pulled out another vial. This time, I poured the contents into my own mouth.
*Smooch*
And fed it to her directly, mouth to mouth.
"Mm!? Mm-mmph!"
Her consciousness jolted back, and she struggled, but I kept my lips sealed until she swallowed the saliva-mixed liquid.
Moments later, her hazy awareness and stamina recovered to some degree.
I pulled back.
"Hah... Feeling a little livelier now?"
Clementine understood. Just like before, he'd administered some kind of potion, this time mouth-to-mouth.
"You... you're seriously... insane, you know that?"
"Maybe I am."
I didn't deny it, just nodded. At that moment, the invisible force pinning her arms vanished.
A chance to run — Clementine considered it for a split second, then gave up. Her legs had lost its strength.
She might manage to walk or run, but she felt zero confidence in escaping this man.
"Well then, time for the main event..."
I touched the front of my trousers. The foreplay was over. The real sex was about to begin.
Clementine's heart clenched, but deep down, she felt a sliver of relief.
'Unlike that one-sided fingering, once he blows his load it'll be over. I can endure...'
*Floomph*
My cock sprang free.
"Huh...?"
It was as thick as her arm, veiny, and monstrously huge.
"There's no way something like that is going to fit!"
Clementine shrieked. Her eyes were locked onto the long, thick cock the man had bared, and genuine terror clawed at her chest. The men who had done her in the past, the ones who had violated her during torture - none of them compared to this. The sheer masculine presence was on an entirely different level.
"It's made to fit. That's how a woman's body works."
"H-hiii..."
Fear spiked through her. If that thing went inside, it felt like it would shove her internal organs aside.
"Now, be a good girl and accept."
"Wait, wait a second! Okay? Please?"
"Mm?"
Clementine's mind raced, scrambling for any escape route. She threw every ounce of her intelligence into finding a conclusion and landed on one.
"H-hey, remember earlier, when I said I'd use my chest? Let's start with that, yeah? Please?"
She feigned composure and made the offer. The plan was simple: make him come during foreplay and shrink that monstrous erection. Whether the man saw through her or not, he smiled.
"Fine. Let's do that."
A quiet sigh of relief escaped her as she slid closer and crouched down in front of him. She pressed her big, voluptuous tits together around his gigantic cock.
*Schlick...*
"Alright, here I go..."
She moved her chest up and down, drawing on memories of being forced to do this before.
Her sweat-slick skin rubbed against the cock already drooling precum, filling her cleavage with obscene sounds.
"H-how is it?"
*Plap plap*
"Passable."
Her breasts were above average, but even clamped around mr, the tip still jutted out. With her chest wrapped around my cock, that glistening tip was right in front of her face.
'This is so goddamn grotesque!'
The thick, pungent male odor stung the back of her nose while she desperately pumped her chest up and down.
*Schlurp schlurp*
As the lewd noises continued, my cold voice cut through.
"This is tedious."
The blood drained from her face. If this man decided to take matters into his own hands again, she'd end up just like before.
"F-fine, I'll use my mouth! Just give me a second!"
She clamped my cock between her breasts and extended her tongue, dragging it along the exposed tip.
*Liiick...*
A raw, fishy taste spread through her mouth, and her face twisted in disgust. Still, she didn't complain. Slowly, she took my into her mouth.
*Mmph mmph Slurp slurp*
She pumped my shaft with her breasts while sucking on the swollen head.
"You're surprisingly skilled. I'm honestly impressed."
"Mmchu... Thanks for noticing."
"But you could take it a little deeper, don't you think?"
"Mmph- gbghk!?"
My hand clamped onto the back of her head and yanked her forward, forcing my cock deep into her throat.
*Gluck gluck*
"Mmpf... gblgh... b-buoh..."
Despite having her mouth thoroughly violated, Clementine found herself drowning in sexual pleasure.
"Don't use your teeth. If you do, I'll kill you."
*Gluck gluck Slurp*
"Gblgh... mmnh..."
The foul taste flooded her mouth. If she hadn't thrown up earlier, she was sure she'd be vomiting now.
"Ahh, that's good... perfect."
With her mouth blocked, she had no choice but to breathe through her nose. The concentrated masculine musk flooded her senses, drawing out helpless sobs.
"I'm going to come soon, Clementine."
"Mmpf!?"
At my words, she panicked and tried to pull away. But my grip was like a vise, shoving her even deeper until her throat was completely impaled.
*Splurt*
"Mmmphhh!?"
Thick, sticky semen erupted directly into her throat. Because I unloaded straight down her gullet, swallowing wasn't optional. Like a force-fed goose, she had no choice but to gulp it down.
"Savor it properly."
*Gullsh Gulsp Gilup*
"Mmpf! Mmmphh!"
She couldn't breathe. Her sense of smell was obliterated by the choking male stench as thick, gooey fluid was pumped into her.
"Haaah. Good girl, Clementine."
After emptying an absurd volume of semen, I pulled my cock from her mouth. The moment her throat was freed, she collapsed onto the ground.
"Gehoh...! Gohoh! Uu, oehh..."
She tried to throw up what she'd swallowed, but it was no use. It felt like it had clung deep inside her throat, going down to her very core.
'You bastard, you came way too much! B-but... at least that should satisfy him a little... wha-!?'
She lifted her head and froze in disbelief. His cock stood before her, still fully erect, showing not the slightest sign of softening.
"Eh... ah...?"
"Alright then. Time for the main event."
A chill shot down her spine. It felt like her heart was being crushed. Having just had it in her mouth, she knew exactly how long and thick it was and now she fully grasped that it was about to spear into her tight, narrow hole.
"W-wait a second? Let's take a break, okay? Please?"
"No. No waiting! No waiting from here on, just fucking."
I grabbed her arms and hauled her upright. Their bodies faced each other, and the base of my cock pressed just below her navel. The tip, however, reached almost to the bottom of her ribcage. If something like that rammed into her.
"Hii, wait! I said wait!"
"Wait, wait, wait. You've been saying that nonstop. Do you not understand your position here?"
"No! I don't want this! I don't want this!"
The face of a first-rate warrior was gone. In its place was a sobbing, helpless woman.
"Someone! Anyone! Please, help me! Anybody!"
"I already told you, no one's coming."
Her pathetic display didn't earn my sympathy. If anything, it only fed my sadistic appetite that I didn't know I had. Mostly the species speciality.
"I-I'll do anything else! Just please, anything but THAT!"
"You ignore everyone else's pleas for mercy, but you've got no problem begging for your own life, huh?"
"H-hii, hiii!"
My words spurred her to attempt escape. But with her arms held, there was nowhere to flee. I grabbed her hips...
'This is bad! Bad, bad, bad! He's going to kill me! His cock is going to kill me!'
*Smosh*
The tip of my cock kissed her pussy.
"Relax. If you don't, it'll hurt."
"N-no, stoo-"
*Bang*
"Ooooohhh!"
Her body convulsed. Pleasure and pain exploded through her like a violent shock, forcing her muscles into uncontrollable spasms.
"It fits surprisingly well... Ah, I see. The aphrodisiac effect."
Clementine didn't know it, but the man's bodily fluids carried a potent aphrodisiac.
It was an innate ability of the incubus race. My sweat, tears, and saliva were highly effective, but my semen contained an especially concentrated dose.
Without realizing it, she had been flooding her system with the most powerful aphrodisiac possible, the incubus aphrodisiac.
"Oohh please... be gentle... okay? Please... please."
She forced out a syrupy, pleading voice, trying to appeal to any mercy he might have.
"Absolutely fucking not." I shook my head.
"N-no, nooo, don't, d-"
"Ooohhh!?"
I drove in to the hilt in a single thrust. The impact nearly made her black out.
"Oh hohii mnh aaaah!"
Lewd cries spilled from her lips. The kind of vulgar, whorish moans she would normally sneer at - and now she was the one making them. The despair of that realization only intensified the searing pleasure that was frying every nerve in her body.
"Aahh yaahh s-save meee."
Her pleas were pathetic and meaningless, and she knew it. But she couldn't stop herself from begging.
"That's good, Clementine... You've got more talent as a cocksleeve than a warrior, don't you think?"
She didn't know the word "cocksleeve," but the insult landed regardless. Still, no anger rose within her.
There was no room left for it.
"Oh ohhoooh mnhohh."
All she could do was moan and drool. Every thrust triggered an orgasm deep inside.
"I'm going to go a little harder, Clementine."
"Hiii..."
She couldn't bear it as it was. The thought of him intensifying his fuck-attack filled her with dread.
"Nooo—"
*Bang Bang*
"NNHH."
*Bang Bang Bang Smosh*
"AAAAAHHAAAAAHH..."
It was no longer moaning; it was screaming. She squirted and convulsed, impaled over and over by my cock. Her face was a wreck of sweat, tears, and drool.
"I'm getting close. I'm going to come inside your pussy, Clementine."
Terror seized her. The enormous load she'd been made to swallow if that ended up inside her womb....
The thought alone made her body spasm.
"Ou-outside! P-please outsideee."
"You don't get a say."
"Ohhooh!?"
Her body lurched, skewered on my gigantic cock.
"Oohoooh!?"
Her vaginal walls were turned inside out. She was becoming a custom-made pussy for a man whose name she didn't even know.
Terrified, Clementine screamed over and over from the unbearable pleasure.
"Alright... I'm cumming, Clementine."
"Guuuuuhh"
She was beyond words now, sobbing as she was forced to accept his announcement.
And then it came...
*Bang!! Splurt Spurt Splosh Spurt Spurt Spuurt*
With one especially deep thrust, I came. I pinned her hips, holding her in place as I pumped my cum directly into the depths of her womb.
"Aaahhhh..."
An impossible volume of semen flooded her uterus. It felt like her insides were being overwritten entirely by my discharge.
"Fuuuh."
*Schlop*
"Oohah..."
My cock slipped out of her slackened hole, but Clementine was still climaxing. Tiny, relentless aftershocks rippled through her. She could feel every nerve she had trained as a warrior sharp and disciplined - being steadily reduced to mush.
Spasming, squirting, she crumpled onto the ground. Her body had no strength left. She couldn't even form a coherent thought. The sensation was dreamlike and hollow. She wished it actually was a dream.
The will to resist was gone. It had been broken long before, but now even the deepest embers of her fighting spirit had been ground to dust.
And yet, Clementine felt relief.
'I-it's over... Finally, I'll be released.'
She had surrendered to the unbearable pleasure, but she clung to the comfort that it was finally ending.
Tears streamed down her face as she exhaled deeply.
'No more of this.'
"Now then. Let's do it in missionary next."
"Ehhh?"
I rolled her onto the ground, and her eyes flew wide open. In front of her loomed the exact same cock — still fully, mercilessly erect. The color drained from her face entirely.
"I-I can't take any more! I can't! Sto-"
"I can still keep going." With my hands, I pried open her powerless thighs, spreading her legs.
"I-I'm telling you I can't take any mo-"
*Smack*
"Guh aaaaahhhhaaa!"
She came the moment I thrust back in. She didn't want to come anymore, but her body was forced into orgasm like a door being kicked open.
'I-I'm going to die! Me, the great Clementine, fucked to death!'
Genuine terror of death during sex flooded her system as she tried to flee.
"Nnn... ngh!"
"Stop squirming. I'll have trouble controlling my strength."
But after countless climaxes had drained her stamina, she had little more strength than a village girl.
"Aahh I'm cu- cumming cumming cumming cumminggg."
*Pshiii*
"You wet yourself again, Clementine."
"Oh y-you basshttard ohhhohhooh."
"Hahaha."
And so, our mating continued. Missionary, doggy style, standing from behind, on their sides - I fucked Clementine in every conceivable position.
I groped her breasts, ravaged her vagina, even shoved a finger into her ass.
"Stooop... aaahhh!?"
Every time, I came inside her, flooding her womb with my relentlessly copious semen making her look like a pregnant woman.
I fucked her for hours without pause. She blacked out midway, only to be splashed awake with magically conjured water and fucked right back into consciousness. I poured water directly into her mouth and still did not stop thrusting.
It was so intense that she hallucinated all the sex she'd ever experienced before must have been nothing but child's play.
I fucked her again. And again. And again. And again.
By the time the sun finally started to rise...
"Look at the time."
Clementine was released. She was free. "Ah, ahe..." she squealed.
Her body was drenched in cum, utterly unable to move, but she was undeniably free. She continued to twitch. Her eyes couldn't even focus.
"Ahh, that was great. Clementine. I'm glad I picked you."
The absurdity of his remark made her want to curse him out.
"Ha... ha-hi..."
But all that came out was a pitiful noise. Powerless, her limbs lay sprawled across the ground. Her body was filthy with dirt, sweat, and semen.
"I'm heading back. You should get out of here soon too. If you don't, I won't be responsible if some random guy wakes up and decides to have his way with you."
"Aaa..."
That, more than anything, she could not stomach. If it were this man the overwhelmingly strong male who had utterly subdued her she could still accept it. But to be violated by the weaklings she'd normally crush without effort? That was unthinkable.
"I'll leave this here. Drink it, and you should be able to recover. Get back to your inn before the city wakes up."
I placed a red potion in front of her. Then, like mist, I vanished.
Left alone in the alley was a woman, her body smeared with thick, sticky semen, twitching helplessly.
Cum continued to dribble from her thoroughly used pussy.
-x-X-x-
I hummed to myself as I returned to Nazarick. It had been sublime. Absolutely perfect. I thought.
Having vented every ounce of my pent-up lust, I felt utterly refreshed. I had wondered whether forcing a woman down and fucking her would stir any guilt, but the answer was clear: none at all.
Part of that might have been because my target was the sadistic serial killer Clementine, but the greater influence was undoubtedly the racial shift of my mind.
Still, everything about the encounter had been exquisite. My first sex since transmigrating in this world, and it had been mind-blowingly satisfying.
Clementine a pretty face, decent breasts, a pleasantly snug pussy. Best of all, I could handle her as roughly as I pleased. No common whore would ever let me go that wild without dying.
A smirk curled on my lips.
Retrieving a Mirror of Remote Viewing, I checked on Clementine's situation. She'd apparently drunk the potion and made it back to her inn. Watching her furiously scrub her ruin body with a wet cloth, I let out a quiet chuckle.
She seemed thoroughly enraged by the male stench still clinging to her skin.
I closed the mirror and stepped out of my room. It was nearly time for Momonga to head to E-Rantel as an adventurer.
I paused, considering. If events proceeded as they did in the original story, Clementine would eventually be snapped in half by Momonga and die.
'Well, so be it. I'd just fuck her a few more times before that happens.'
The thought gave mr a moment's pause. 'Ah, right. That's the mental corruption, isn't it?'
The sheer callousness of the idea surprised even me, and U laughed softly. But I'd already concluded that I didn't care.
-x-X-x-
Within the confines of Nazarick, I occasionally assumed my heteromorphic form but now finally used my monster form.
Whenever Momonga convened the guardians, I presented myself as the creature I truly was.
The sight was, by any measure, grotesque.
My head resembled that of a black goat, not the charming storybook kind but something far more sinister, crowned with horns that curled into tight spirals. My torso belonged to a powerfully muscled man, yet coarse hair sprouted from my shoulders in uneven tufts even as my chest and abdomen remained smooth. My skin carried a deep bronze hue, a stark departure from my human complexion. My arms passed for human enough, but my legs ended in hooves shaped like obscene mockeries of formal shoes.
Four bat-like wings extended from my back, and a tail - some slithering, tentacled appendage writhed behind me.
I stood well over two meters tall.
Curiously, for a creature of my nature, no male organ was visible at first glance. A seam concealed between my thighs hid the truth: a monstrous cock, thick and grotesquely veined, would emerge when aroused. It dwarfed my human form's equipment, easily a size capable of killing a partner outright with just half it's length and I can even increase the size if I want. My true body was the result of stacking multiple heteromorphic racial levels atop the incubus base - a build focused entirely on utility.
Practicality had its price.
For me it was okay, already used to this form after some time. The guardians lavished me with praise, calling me form 'majestic" and "awe-inspiring." Also helped.
The maids of Nazarick, faces flushed, declared me "strikingly gallant," which only made things more awkward.
I hadn't shown this form to Clementine. Partly because there was no reason to, but mostly because I didn't want to. I worried the sheer repulsiveness would make her kill herself.
I fucked Clementine every three days - no, roughly twice every five. But unlike the first brutal encounter, she now threw herself into the act with genuine enthusiasm.
She used every trick to make me feel good, and watching her fervent devotion stirred something complicated in me.
Yes, she was a toy. A very cute toy.
That will made me sad for few seconds if she died.
Lately I'd even started sharing meals with her and listening to her complaints. It was what it was.
But that growing fondness created a problem. I could no longer ruthlessly ravage her because of her human body.
I craved a different outlet. The sex with Clementine was superb, but a separate hunger gnawed at me: the urge to utterly wreck a woman, to leave nothing but ruin.
So I consulted Demiurge.
The official pitch was smooth: 'As an incubus, I can subtly brainwash women through sexual acts. Do we have any candidates who might benefit from such... conditioning?'
I framed it as a tool for Nazarick. A means to an end.
The end, of course, was my own gratification, but the fig leaf of "for the glory of the tomb".
Demiurge, ever perceptive, produced a document bearing a face a girl with lustrous golden hair and a face of exceptional beauty.
Renner Theiere Chardelon Ryle Vaiself, Third Princess of the Re-Estize Kingdom.
I know her, the complete monster in human skin. Outwardly a gentle, adorable princess; inwardly a creature who would sacrifice her entire nation for a single man's affection.
I just didn't think Demiurge will know about her so quickly, you should know that it has only been 12 days since we arrive in this world.
In the original timeline, Renner would help orchestrate the kingdom's destruction just to secure the love of her pet knight. The actual destruction would be Nazarick's doing, of course.
She hadn't committed those sins yet not that it matter, and her nature made her the perfect target I could take fuck with full enjoyment.
Grinning from ear to ear, I accepted Demiurge's proposal.
...
Deep night.
The royal capital of Re-Estize. Within the innermost chambers of Ro Lente Castle, surrounded by towering walls, Renner stood before her mirror.
A thin negligee draped her young body. Her face, still carrying the softness of youth, was utterly devoid of expression.
She kneaded her own cheeks, molding them into a practiced smile. For her beloved lapdog, Climb, she needed the perfect expression.
A warped grin surfaced. 'No, this won't do.'
She pinched and adjusted until the universal mask of the "kind princess" settled into place.
"Yes, this is best," she murmured, holding the expression as she breathed deeply.
The day's events flickered through her mind: Climb had been adorable.
She'd had tea with Lakyus: Climb had been adorable.
A proposal to her father had been crushed by noble interference: Climb had been adorable.
Tomorrow she had a meeting with the Adventurers' Guildmaster utterly tedious but the carriage ride with Climb, alone together, would make it worthwhile.
She turned toward the canopied bed, ready to sleep.
A creaking sound came from behind her.
She spun around. A creature stood there: goat-like head and hooves, a man's torso, bat wings folded against its back, and a repulsive tail coiling lazily. The windows and doors were shut tight; it had simply appeared.
"Good evening, Princess Renner."
The voice vibrated in her bones, the stuff of fairy-tale demons.
Renner's body went cold, but she slipped instantly into character. "Wh-who are you? How did you get here?"
Her voice trembled with perfectly calibrated frailty. Behind the mask, her brilliant mind raced, hunting for an escape route.
"Just had a little business with you."
Her eyes flicked to the handbell on the chest of drawers a magic item that could summon guards.
She inched toward it, careful to keep the movement subtle.
"Is that so? That's rather troub-"
*CRASH*
The demon's tail obliterated the chest, bell and all.
"Ah, calling for help won't work. Don't qaste time — I have already placed a little spell to ensures no one can enter."
Renner's blood turned to ice. The shattering noise had been tremendous, yet no guards came running. No patrols, no knights. Nothing. The demon wasn't bluffing. One wrong move and she would die.
But even as fear gripped her, cold logic whispered: if it wanted her dead, she'd already be dead. It could speak; therefore it could be negotiated with.
"M-may I ask your name...?"
"Hmm? My name? I am Be... Baal. You may call me the Demon Emperor Baal."
"Understood, Lord Baal. What is your purpose here?" She kept her posture submissive, voice quavering.
With a conversational opponent, she could steer the outcome. Satisfy its demands and escape the worst.
"Well, you see... I came to violate you."
A sharp intake of breath.
She'd considered the possibility, but hearing it spoken aloud shattered her composure. The demon took a step forward massive, towering over her in every dimension.
Her body moved before her mind could stop it, taking a single step back.
"I'm merciful. Let's use the bed."
"Y-yes... I understand." She exhaled slowly.
'If it's only that... I might survive.'
She'd intended to offer her virginity to Climb, but better this than death.
Climb would still love her even if she wasn't pure she was certain of that. Right now, she had to placate this monster.
The demon beckoned, and she stood before the bed, facing him. Summoning every ounce of sycophantic grace, she donned her sweetest smile.
"This is my first time... L-Lord Baal, I may be clumsy, but I shall do my utmost to serve y—"
The demon seized her negligee.
"These clothes are in the way." I tore them apart.
"Eek-!" The fabric shredded, leaving her in nothing but her panties.
"Oh? No upper undergarment?"
She moved to cover her chest, cheeks burning with humiliation.
"What are you doing? Take off the rest yourself. Unless you'd prefer I..."
"I-I'll remove them!" Hastily she slid the panties down her legs, standing completely bare.
The demon's laughter rumbled.
"Not bad. That youthful immaturity is... refreshing."
A huge hand settled on her belly and glided upward with agonizing slowness until it cupped her small, perky breast.
"Soft. No muscle, just a pleasant layer of fat. This has its own appeal."
She shuddered. His tone was that of a butcher appraising meat.
The hand rose further over her throat, along her jaw, tilting her face up by force. Her gaze locked onto his. Inhuman eyes, utterly void of feeling, stared into her.
"Hii..." A strangled whimper escaped. Her mind threatened to white out from sheer terror, but her twisted will held firm. An ordinary girl would have pissed herself and broken. Renner simply endured.
"Now then, first..."
The hand descended, past her navel, toward the untouched place between her thighs.
She trembled without meaning to. His fingers were thick, long, and rough.
"Foreplay, I suppose."
The touch wasn't pleasurable, but her body jolted anyway. Just that contact made her react and far worse was coming.
The fingertip pressed against her pussy.
"Ah!"
The thick digit forced its way against her impossibly tight virgin slit.
"Narrow. Don't you even masturbate, Princess?"
She couldn't answer, her throat sealed by fear.
"I asked you a question."
"O-once a month...!" The words came out through welling tears. She dared not displease him.
The goat-like head twisted into a grin. "Is that so? And the target of those fantasies - Climb, I presume?"
"H-how do you know that-!"
The finger pushed inside.
"Kyaaah...!" Pain flared, and her hands flew to his wrist, a futile, instinctive attempt to stop the intrusion.
"Good, good... Come now, Princess. Push down with all your might. Otherwise, my finger is going to sink deep inside you."
"It hurts... please stop...!" She pressed with all her desperate strength.
"Not a chance."
The demon's amusement was palpable. Her resistance was meaningless the gulf in their physical abilities was absolute - but he feigned a struggle, letting her believe she had a chance. The poor princess strained every muscle, holding back the inevitable.
"Giving up already?"
Tears streaming, she fought the advancing digit. But it kept sinking deeper, millimeter by millimeter.
"Lord Baal... have mercy...!"
"There is none."
And then, with a sharp pop, something tore.
Shlurp!
"Aaaaahhh!?" The scream tore from her throat as her hymen gave way, shredded by the sheer girth of his finger. Blood trickled down her inner thigh. Her trembling hands slipped from his wrist.
"Poor thing. Your first time was with my finger."
She moaned, a broken sound of pain and degradation. This agony surpassed anything she'd ever known, raised as she had been like a delicate flower.
'Climb... help me... please, Climb...'
The plea was irrational - Climb couldn't possibly overcome this fiend - but he was the only person she trusted, the only name her shattered mind could cling to.
"Well, it would be cruel to keep hurting you like this."
A spark of hope ignited. Anything to end the pain.
The demon's tail moved, its grotesque tip positioning itself before her face. A thick, white fluid dribbled from the end. Some primal revulsion surged through her.
"Open your mouth."
"N-no... I don't want to..." The refusal slipped out despite every survival instinct.
"I see."
The finger lodged inside her rammed upward.
"GaaAAAHH-!!" Agony exploded through her core. Saliva drooled from her lips; fresh blood dripped from her torn sex. The demon's face loomed close.
"I'll say it once more. Open your mouth."
The stench of a beast filled her nostrils. Weeping, she nodded weakly. "Y-yes..."
Her lips parted. The tail plunged inside.
Slurp! It forced past her tongue, deeper, into her throat.
"Mmmph-!?" Gagging, she felt it swell. She tried to scream, but the appendage blocked everything.
Then the tip erupted.
Thick fluid flooded directly into her stomach, bypassing any possibility of refusal. The substance blazed through her body at terrifying speed. Heat blossomed everywhere; the searing pain in her groin vanished, replaced by pure, overwhelming pleasure.
The tail withdrew. "Gueh... haaah... haah haah...." Renner gasped, her entire being burning with an alien sensation she'd never imagined possible.
"Good. You're nicely primed."
The finger still inside her moved.
"Eh... aaah?" A lightning bolt of ecstasy shot from her loins to her brain, short-circuiting all coherent thought. Her pussy gushed, instantly drenched.
Without pause, the demon began to toy with her in earnest.
"Ah... aaAAH... ah."
Pssshh!! She came instantly, spraying helplessly. The brilliant princess, so proud of her intellect, found herself terrified of this unknown pleasure.
She could comprehend breaking under pain - but breaking under bliss was incomprehensible. Her body convulsed, leaking fluids uncontrollably, even as she clamped down on her voice.
'No, no, I'm scared! Stop, please, someone save me, Climb, CLIMB!'
Her mind was melting. The regal golden princess was gone, replaced by a frightened girl desperate to escape.
"Let's get a little rougher."
"Wai- please wait, Lord Baal-!"
"AaaHH."
"AaAAAaaAAaAAaaAAHH."
Psshiii
Her slender limbs jerked like a broken marionette's. Eyes squeezed shut, she sprayed her juices, howling and drooling. Then the demon pulled his finger free.
"I... noooo... aaa...."
A soft trickling sound. She'd lost control of her bladder, the fine carpet beneath her darkening with a wet stain.
"Tsk, wetting yourself at your age?"
"I-I'm so sorry..."
"Naughty girls need punishment."
The seam between the demon's thighs split open, and his true cock emerged.
"Hii-!" Renner's face drained of color. It was thicker than her arm, obscenely long, its surface ridged with veins and bumps clearly designed to ravage any hole it entered.
'No, no no no no! Climb, save me!'
The demon sat on the bed, seized her arms, and hoisted her effortlessly. He positioned her directly over that monstrous shaft, back against his chest.
"Reverse cowgirl. A personal favorite."
She faced away from him, which meant she was spared his face but the mirror on the far wall reflected everything. She could see herself poised over that grotesque cock, her disheveled hair, tear-streaked cheeks, sweat-slick skin. The demon's hands found her breasts.
"Kuh...." Even that simple squeeze sent pleasure jolting through her, thanks to the fluid she'd swallowed.
But it was merciful compared to what she knew was coming.
The mere friction of her soaked pussy lips against the shaft beneath her was unbearable.
Her eyes stayed locked on the monstrous cock below, terror refusing to let her look away. If that thing impaled her, she would die. She was sure of it.
"Almost time..."the demon murmured.
Renner went rigid. Yet he made no move to penetrate her - just kept kneading her breasts, waiting.
Summoning her courage, she forced out a question.
"Lord Baal... are you... waiting for something?"
The demon's reflection grinned wickedly. "Ah, yes. A special guest."
She didn't understand the word, but relief flooded her. As long as this "guest" hadn't arrived, she wouldn't be fucked. She exhaled shakily, her trembling legs and slick skin a testament to her ordeal.
Then the chamber's sole door swung open.
"Oh, finally here."
Renner's mind reeled. The demon had said no one could enter yet the door was open. Her pleasure-fogged brain couldn't process it.
And the figure stepping through-
"Princess Renner!!"
"C-Climb...!"
Her beloved knight stood in the doorway, face frozen in shock. Hope surged through her heart. He'd come to save her.
Then she looked at herself.
"Ah..."
Straddling a demon's cock in utter disarray, her body wrecked and glistening. And the demon wasn't panicked at all he was smiling.
Renner's face went bone-white.
Climb had felt it all evening an insidious wrongness threading through the castle's silence. Strange sounds from within the walls that no one else reacted to. He told himself it was fatigue, his mind playing tricks on him.
Then, deep into the night, he heard it unmistakably: his beloved mistress Renner's scream. Her voice, raw with terror, calling for help.
He couldn't dismiss it as imagination. Dread coiled in his chest as he sprinted toward her chambers.
The corridors stretched empty - no guards, no patrols, not a single soul.
He threw open the door.
And froze.
straddled a A towering demon sat upon the bed, and Renner his princess, his reason for existence grotesque organ that resembled a human cock only in function. It was easily thicker than her arm. She was completely naked, her golden hair disheveled, her body marked with sweat and tears.
Something inside Climb snapped. Not arousal never that but a fury so absolute it blotted out every other thought.
"Climb..." Renner's voice wavered, her eyes wide with terror. The plea in them galvanized him.
"Welcome. So glad you could join us-"
"Release Princess Renner! Now!"
Climb drew his sword and lunged, pouring every ounce of his strength into a single overhead strike. Steel sang through the air and stopped dead between two of the demon's fingers.
"My name is the Demon Emperor Baal. You'd do well to remember it."
Before Climb could process the impossibility, a sharp CRACK split the air. His blade shattered, fragments scattering across the floor. The sound echoed the breaking of his hope.
"In a storybook, the hero would save the princess. Tragic, really."
The demon's tail lashed out, slamming into Climb's chest. He flew backward, crashing against the wall, air driven from his lungs. Still, he forced himself upright. For Renner. Even if he could only buy her seconds-
Their eyes met.
"Dominate."
The demon's gaze flared. Climb's body locked in place, every muscle frozen. He couldn't even twitch.
"There. Now you can't move."
"Lord Baal!"
Before the demon could raise its hand again, Renner threw herself forward, clinging to its arm. Her naked body pressed against the monster's hideous form, trembling.
*Please! Only Climb... spare only Climb!"
It was a plea for his life. Climb's mind reeled with self-loathing his weakness had forced his princess to beg.
"Hmm. What to do, what to do..."
"I'll do anything! Whatever you want, I'll-!"
The demon's goat-like face twisted into a lazy grin. "When one begs, there's a proper posture for it, isn't there?"
Renner's breath hitched. "Yes. I understand."
She slid off the bed, bare feet touching the cold floor. She lowered herself to her knees, then placed her palms flat on the carpet. Her forehead followed, pressing against the ground in a full, naked prostration.
"I beg you... please, spare Climb's life...!"
From his paralyzed vantage, Climb could see only the curve of her small backside, trembling with humiliation. A princess of the kingdom, groveling like a condemned criminal.
"Well, that depends on you, Renner."
-x-X-x-
Climb ground his teeth until blood welled in his mouth. The magic held him immobile, forcing him to watch as the demon's tail slithered forward, stroking Renner's delicate back, her sides, her thighs. She quivered at every touch.
"I think... you'll ride me yourself."
The tail coiled around her waist and lifted her back onto the demon's lap, positioning her facing outward toward Climb. Every inch of her body was displayed for him.
'If this saves Climb...'
Renner raised her hips on quivering legs, like a newborn fawn. She reached between her thighs with both hands, guiding the monstrous cockhead against her entrance.
A wet, obscene sound filled the room. She was drenched - her body betraying her will. But the shaft was impossibly thick. Her small hands could barely encircle it.
She whimpered, tears streaming, but her hips wouldn't descend.
"Princess Renner..." Climb's voice was strained with anguish. It wasn't fear for his own life it was pure, desperate concern for her.
Renner turned her tear-streaked face toward him. "Climb... please, don't look..."
He tried to avert his gaze. The spell wrenched it back.
"No. You'll watch closely."
His eyes were locked onto the spot where his beloved was struggling to impale herself on a demon's cock.
Renner sobbed as she tried to force the head inside. Her tight pussy was simply too small.
'Please go in... please... if it doesn't, Climb will.'
Even as she struggled, her sensitive flesh responded against her will, slicking the shaft with fresh arousal.
"You're taking too long. Are you just using me to masturbate?"
"N-no! Just a little longer..."
"If you can't do it, I'll help."
The demon's hands clamped onto her waist.
"Hii-! Wait, please!"
Renner's cry was raw with terror fear for Climb's life, and fear that if the demon forced it, she'd be torn apart.
"Ten seconds. That's all."
"U-understood...!"
She fought desperately, trying to fit that huge cock inside her. It wouldn't give.
"Ten... nine..."
"Please...!"
"Eight, seven, six..."
"Go in... please, go in...!"
Her body, utterly inexperienced, refused to accept such a penetration.
"Five, four, three... Renner, you're running out of time."
"Hah... hah... please, please!"
She pushed down with all her strength. Her frail body couldn't overcome the resistance.
"Two... one..."
"Lord Baal! A little more time, just a little-!"
"Zero. What a pity."
"Hii- no, nooo!"
The demon's grip tightened. And then, with inexorable force, it pulled her down.
Something inside Renner tore. Her insides were forced apart by the relentless girth.
*GYAAAAAHH-!!"
The scream was inhuman. The cock rammed deep, displacing organs, and a visible bulge distended her belly. The pressure on her stomach was too much she retched violently, spewing a whitish, musky fluid across the bed. It was the demon's earlier secretion, still filling her gut, and the stench of it filled her nostrils.
And then-
"Na-ahh... ah..."
She lost control of her bladder. Tears, drool, gastric fluid, arousal, urine everything inside her spilled out. The foul odor of rutting sex clung to her, and she knew it was coming from herself.
"P-Princess..." Climb's voice cracked.
The radiant princess who had laughed with him that morning was gone. In her place was this ruined, wretched creature. Rage had long since abandoned him. Only despair remained.
"Cl-Climb... help-"
"Gah... GAAAННН-!!"
The demon thrust up brutally. Ridges along the shaft scraped her vaginal walls raw. Her insides felt inverted. She was being destroyed right in front of her knight.
'It hurts! I'm dying! He's breaking my most intimate place in front of Climb!'
She wasn't wrong. The damage was real.
"Ah, I've no interest in necrophilia. Regenerate."
A healing spell washed over her. Flesh tore and mended simultaneously pain and repair cycling endlessly. Combined with the demon's aphrodisiac fluids, agony began bleeding into pleasure.
"Ahh!? AAAHH...."
The scales tipped. What had been torture transformed into ecstasy, pain merely a backdrop to overwhelming bliss.
"ААН п-по... пooo! Climb... CLIMB...!!"
She moaned his name even as the demon's cock ravaged her.
"NOOO STOP..."
Climb watched. The golden hair everyone admired was tangled and wild. The beautiful face was contorted in agony and pleasure. The silken skin glistened with sweat.
"Climb. Remove your trousers. Show Renner."
"Wh-"
His body obeyed against his will. His erect cock sprang free.
"Look at this. His mistress getting fucked, and he's rock hard. What a cuck!!"
"Uh... Cl-Climb...?"
"I-I'm so sorry, Princess...!"
Self-loathing crushed him. He was aroused by her defilement. He was disgusting. But Renner, through her haze, felt no disgust. If her obscene display had caused Climb's erection... she could accept that. It was Climb's cock, not the demon's. She could never despise it.
*GAHH... AAAHHH." But the thing inside her wasn't Climb's; it was Belial, the demon emperor.
"You're reacting more now. Being watched by your servant excites you."
"N-no, that's-"
"NAHHH."
Psshii!! She squirted, convulsing, spraying fluids.
"Time to fill you up."
"N-no, inside! Not that! Please-"
"KYAAAH!?"
His cock drove to the deepest point-
SPLURT!!
"Aaaaahhh..."
Thick, scorching seed flooded her womb, her vaginal canal, overflowing in an instant. When he pulled out, semen erupted from her gaping pussy with a lewd sound.
"That was decent, Renner. But you failed to ride me yourself."
Panic broke through her pleasure-addled mind. She scrambled back to her knees, pressing her forehead to the floor.
"I-I'm sorry! Thank you... thank you for filling me with your seed..."
"Go on."
"I have... another request... please, listen..."
Climb could see her ass, her leaking pussy still dribbling the demon's spend.
"Oh? What is it?"
"Please... only Climb..."
Her pussy let out a crude, fart-like noise as more semen escaped. Her face twisted with humiliation.
The demon's grin widened.
"Last chance, then. Fail again, and... well, you understand."
"Th-thank you, Lord Baal...!"
She bowed once more. A princess of the realm, reduced to this.
"Princess Renner..." Climb's heart shattered. This was all because of his weakness. He could do nothing.
Renner climbed back onto the demon's lap. With trembling fingers, she spread her own labia, positioning the still-rampant shaft at her entrance.
"I'll... serve you now!!"
"Get on with it."
She lowered herself slowly. Her hole, loosened by the rough fucking, accepted his massive cock inch by inch.
"Ahh... ha." The tip pressed against her cervix.
"Ahhh..." She began to move lifting her hips with painstaking slowness, then sinking back down.
Her insides clung to the shaft as she rose; they were stretched anew as she fell. She repeated the motion, weeping.
To the demon, it was lazy. To Renner, it was all her strength. She serviced him with everything she had, crying and moaning.
"How is it? Feels good?"
"Yes... it feels good...."
She had no choice but to agree. Her body had been conquered.
"Nnh nnnh."
A princess, forgotten, now a whore bouncing on a demon's cock. The aphrodisiac made every thrust threaten to tip her over the edge.
"Princess Renner." Climb trembled. He couldn't even look away.
Wet, rhythmic sounds filled the room. He watched the massive dick pound into her tiny body again and again.
Her pace quickened.
"Can't you go harder?"
"Y-yes, Lord Baal... She obeyed, sobbing, slamming herself down faster, rougher.
Her womb was battered. Every inner surface had become an erogenous zone from the demon's fluids.
"See? You can do it.'
"Ha... hahi... thank you..."
She thanked him while riding desperately. She felt no gratitude at all.
"Ah, but it would be cruel to leave one person out."
"L-Lord Baal... Climb is..."
"Relax. I won't kill him. Just a small command."
The demon's gaze turned to Climb.
"Masturbate. In front of Renner."
Climb's hand moved on its own, gripping his shaft. He began stroking in front of his violated princess.
"CI-Climb...."
"I-I'm sorry, Princess..."
He apologized even as he pleasured himself before her. His beloved was right there - being fucked by another and he couldn't even touch her.
"Your hips have stopped, Renner."
"Ah m-my apologies..."
She resumed her rhythm.
Confusion and arousal warred within her. The man she wanted to give her virginity to was masturbating because of her getting fucked. She couldn't go to him. She could only serve this demon. Despair coiled around her heart and somehow, it stoked her arousal further.
"Lord Baal... I'm going to... come."
"Is that so? Let me assist you."
The hands clamped onto her waist again. His cock rammed to her deepest point, battering her cervix.
Splurt Splurt!!
"GYAAH KUH."
Her vision whited out. Pleasure and pain obliterated thought.
"I'm coming...! Coming...! Lord Baal, I'm coming!!"
Climb saw her announce her climax while bouncing on Belial's cock, and he could only stroke himself at the sight.
"Nnh... IIIAH."
Her body convulsed-
"Kuah... ahh...."
Hot, viscous seed flooded her again. The tip was sealed against her cervix, pumping directly into her womb. The thick, slime-like semen filled her utterly, the pressure itself translating into pleasure.
He then withdrew.
Psshii!! She came again, a spray of mixed fluids gushing from her wrecked pussy. A cocktail of their combined release splattered onto the carpet.
"Aah... ahh... ah...."
Her hips twitched, her pussy quivering as she leaked endlessly. Through flickering vision, she looked at Climb. White fluid dripped from his still-erect cock.
"Cl... imb.."
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, Princess!"
Climb wept, consumed by his own pathetic state.
"Good work, Renner."
"Ah... eh..."
"She can't hear me."
The demon unceremoniously dumped her onto the bed, face down. She lay there, small body still twitching in the aftermath, fluids oozing from between her legs.
"You're free to move now, Climb."
The spell broke. Climb yanked his hand away from himself.
"Hah... hah..."
His mind was chaos rage, regret, shame, self-hatred, all swirling together. But he stumbled to Renner's side, draping a sheet over her exposed form. He couldn't let her be further defiled.
"No one will enter this room until morning. Clean up."
The demon opened the window and stepped onto the sill, laughing a harsh, hacking sound - before vanishing into the night.
Climb didn't pursue. He understood the gulf between them. All he could do was watch the monster leave.
"Demon Emperor Baal," he repeated through gritted teeth.
He turned back to Renner, who lay face-down, breathing labored. Gently, he touched her shoulder and rolled her onto her back. Her breasts were exposed; he averted his eyes, focusing on her face.
*Climb...?"
"The demon is gone. You're safe now, Princess."
His fists clenched so tight blood seeped through his fingers. He had never felt more useless.
"I see."
Relief washed over her features. Then, quietly, she spoke.
"Climb... I have a request."
"Anything! I'll do anything-
"Sleep beside me, Climb. I need you to overwrite what that demon did."
He froze. She was in shock, surely.
"Princess, you're not thinking clearly-"
"No. Please... I want you to erase his touch with yours."
Her face was flushed, tears still streaming. He hesitated, but when she whispered, "Unless... you find me too filthy now?" - his resolve shattered.
"Never! I could never think that!"
He took her hand. His love wasn't built on her purity. It was built on everything she was.
*...Then please, Climb."
"...Yes. As you wish, Princess."
She pulled him down onto the bed with her.
"I'm sorry, Climb."
"Don't apologize. I love you, Princess."
"I love you too, Climb..."
And their bodies intertwined...
-x-X-x-
A private chamber on the Ninth Floor of Nazarick.
"Was that satisfactory, Demiurge?"
"Magnificent! A flawless performance, Lord Belial!"
I scratched the back of my head. "You were watching?"
"I would never presume to spy upon a Supreme Being's intimate affairs! I merely had the Eight-Edge Assassins transcribe the auditory record. I read the report afterward."
"Ah. Well, fine." I shrugged.
"And your end of the operation?"
"Several nobles within the royal castle have been abducted. Half were sent to the ranch; the others were brainwashed and returned."
The plan was elegant: violate Renner, implant subconscious suggestions via my incubus abilities, and simultaneously establish the fictional persona of "Demon Emperor Baal'' as a scapegoat and figure of dread.
Neutralize the kingdom's most brilliant mind, subvert key nobles, and steer Re-Estize toward collapse. It diverged from the original timeline, but Demiurge seemed confident so I didn't say anything.
Still, I felt a twinge of annoyance. Summoning the girl's knight and breaking her in front of him had been... excessive. NTR wasn't usually my thing.
Though, ever since becoming an incubus, my strike zone had expanded very considerably. My sense of getting laid with humans had also dulled. So while part of me thought 'this is messed up', the rest just shrugged and enjoyed the ride.
"Excellent work, Demiurge."
"To receive such praise from a Supreme Being! I, Demiurge, shall redouble my devotion!"
"Yeah, you do that."
Demiurge's fanaticism was always a bit unsettling. A simple compliment, and he practically vibrated.
Once the demon was gone, I shifted to my human form and sprawled on my bed. That itch - the sadistic craving had been thoroughly scratched. I felt clear-headed, satisfied.