The Commander's New Duty
Hey there, boys. I'm a High Elf Patrol Leader guarding the outer borders of the World Tree Northern Territory.
You know those illustrations of noble, untouchable elf rangers in fantasy novels? The ones with shimmering silver hair and sparkling green eyes? Yeah, that used to be me.
For two hundred years, I led my patrol unit, consuming nothing but morning dew and the sacred air of the World Tree. I was the coldest, strictest virgin captain in the history of our unit, refusing to let even a single finger touch my body—whether it belonged to a filthy human, a monster, or even my fellow elves.
My subordinates revered me like an untouchable goddess, obeying my every command with absolute awe. I, too, was drunk on my own purity and charisma, always carrying myself with rigid, unyielding pride.
But holy shit, as of yesterday, my noble ranger life has been completely ruined. Now, I'm just a drooling, beast-toilet slut with a belly stuffed full of parasitic monster eggs, lol. I must have seriously lost my mind.
Right now, my stomach is swollen to bursting like a pregnant woman's, and I can feel the eggs squirming and wriggling inside me. I'm writing this while drooling, completely intoxicated by that deliciously heavy sensation.
It all started yesterday afternoon.
I was patrolling the ancient ruins near the outer barrier of the World Tree when I discovered a sealed parasitic beast—a sticky, pink, egg-like object.
Before reporting it to the academy, I decided to do a quick scan of the magical barrier myself, so I channeled some of my holy power into it.
But with a sickening crackle, cracks instantly spiderwebbed across the surface of the seal, and the barrier shattered with a loud boom.
"Huh...? Ah, no...!"
Before I could even draw my dagger in panic, a parasite wrapped in a pink mucous membrane came writhing out of the shattered fragments.
It was about as thick as my forearm and maybe fifty centimeters long—a translucent, jelly-like mass of pink flesh. The grotesque thing flew through the air with a wet whoosh and slithered right up under the hem of my patrol skirt.
As the slimy, cold, gelatinous thing crawled up my bare thighs, a sickening shiver—unlike anything I had ever felt in my life—ran down my spine.
"Haah! W-what is this... Aaah! Get off me this instant...!"
I tried to blast it away with my captain's sword aura, but the parasite possessed magic-absorption properties. It devoured my aura whole, swelling even larger.
Then, the round, squishy head of the parasite forced its way past my leather undergarments, rubbing itself aggressively against the entrance of my tight, sensitive virgin pussy—which had been kept under lock and key for two hundred years.
The moment its sticky, hot aphrodisiac slime touched my vaginal opening, my brain short-circuited with an electric shock of pleasure, and my legs instantly buckled.
Piercing through my hymen, the parasite's squishy body forced its way into my tight, tender canal, filling me up with a wet, squelching sound.
"Hieek...?! Ah, ah, n-no...! It's entering... it's entering my pussy, aaah!!"
I thrashed and rolled around the stone floor of the ruins, screaming as the cold, slimy mass forced its way deep into my pelvis.
My lifelong virginity was violently torn apart by the parasite's mindless shaft. The pain lasted only a fraction of a second before the potent, pink aphrodisiac mana radiating from its body saturated every single cell of my vaginal walls.
In an instant, the pain inverted into an overwhelming, brain-melting ecstasy.
The parasite burrowed all the way to the very back of my womb and nested there.
It clamped its suckers firmly onto my uterine wall and began to vibrate violently.
My womb swelled up as if I were pregnant, stuffed to the brim with the squishy mass of flesh. Drool spilled from my lips, my eyes rolled back, and I wailed, "Haaahn! Your captain's pussy is melting, aaah!"
But the real disaster happened this morning during our patrol unit's strategy meeting.
Due to the recent movements of the magical beasts, dozens of my direct subordinates had gathered in the war room for an incredibly serious, solemn military briefing.
I sat in the commander's chair at the head of the strategy table, fully clad in my leather ranger armor.
On the outside, I was nodding gravely at my officers' reports, but beneath my skirt, the reality was a hellish display of pure, unadulterated depravity that would put any street whore to shame.
The moment the meeting began, the parasite nesting inside my womb went to work. It writhed frantically, hammering against my uterine walls as it began to lay hundreds of parasitic eggs inside me.
I felt the sickening sensation of hundreds of eggs squelching and rubbing against each other inside my belly. Along with it, the wet, sloppy sound of sticky fluids and eggs spilling out of my opening echoed softly beneath my chair.
My back arched forward like a bow, completely against my will, as I sat there in the meeting.
Every time I squeezed my thighs together to try and hold it in, the parasite's tiny tentacles rubbed against my clitoris, sending electric jolts of pleasure through my body.
While my officers solemnly discussed "the defense lines of the eastern forest," the only thing I could hear was the loud, filthy squelching of slimy fluids sloshing around under my skirt due to the parasite's relentless vibrations.
"Commander, the movements of the magical beasts are highly unusual. We must reinforce the barrier at the wall, which requires you to personally channel the patrol's collective mana..."
"Haah... mmm... yes... Vice-Captain... ah, do as... you say... haaaah..."
I bit my lip so hard it nearly bled, sweating profusely as I squeezed out a strained, moan-laced reply. My subordinates began to look at me with concern.
"Commander? Are you feeling unwell? Your voice is trembling, and you are drenched in sweat."
"I-it is nothing... I am fine... It is just... the heat from the war room's... ngh, barrier is... particularly intense today... ah, mmm...!"
At that moment, as if reading my depraved thoughts, the parasite inside me switched to ultra-high-speed vibration mode.
Its jelly-like body relentlessly jackhammered my most sensitive G-spot. Unable to bear it, I clawed at the armrests of my chair, my hips twisting in agony and ecstasy.
Beneath my skirt, my silk panties were already completely soaked in transparent arousal fluids and the parasite's sticky pink mucus. The fluids began to run down my stockings, dripping onto the floor beneath my chair.
The sticky slime pooled on the marble floor, forming a glistening, viscous puddle.
Dozens of translucent pink parasitic eggs, coated in white, sticky vaginal fluids, began to plop onto the floor, rolling around in plain sight.
My mind was on the verge of snapping from the sheer, agonizing humiliation, yet my slutty pussy was so crazed by the vibrations that it kept clenching, begging to be stretched even deeper.
That was when the Vice-Captain, who was standing right next to me, noticed the ominous slime and eggs pooling at my feet and stepped closer.
"Commander... what is this slime and these eggs on the floor? Could it be the demonic energy from yesterday's ruins...?"
The moment he leaned down to inspect the underside of my skirt, the parasite completely overloaded my neural pathways, snapping my last thread of sanity.
"Haaahn♥! No, don't look... don't look, Vice-Captain! Don't look at the eggs pouring out of my pussy, aaah♥♥!"
In the end, right in front of dozens of my subordinates, I gripped the armrests of my chair and spread my legs wide.
I yanked my leather skirt all the way up with both hands, exposing my glistening, slime-drenched thighs and my swollen, distended lower belly for everyone to see.
And then, from my tight, virgin opening, a waterfall of translucent pink parasitic eggs and white fluids came gushing out, soaking the floor.
"Aaaahhh!! I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Your captain's pussy is dumping all its eggs! The vibrations are going to tear my pussy apart, aaah♥♥!!!"
The war room floor was flooded with my juices and parasitic eggs. My subordinates froze, their faces pale with shock, some of them swallowing hard in disbelief.
But my mind was already completely gone, reduced to a mindless slut-womb controlled entirely by the parasite's aphrodisiacs.
Intoxicated by the pleasure of the eggs scraping against my cervix as they slid out, I drooled heavily, my eyes rolled back, and I gestured desperately to my men.
"My men... Vice-Captain... please... I need hot semen to hatch these eggs inside my belly... I don't care if it's filthy orcs or all of you... shove your cocks into your captain's pussy, aaah♥ Please, use my womb as an egg-incubating, cum-dumpster toilet, pleaseee♥♥♥"
Since that day, I have been reduced to a public egg-incubator and sex toy for my entire patrol unit. Keeping only the hollow title of the noble, strict Patrol Leader, I spend my days and nights taking my subordinates' massive shafts one after another, acting as a human breeding nest to hatch these parasitic eggs.
Even now, I am chained to the bed in the commander's quarters, my limbs bound by magic shackles, my legs spread wide in an M-shape.
Dozens of my subordinates take turns every day, thrusting deep into my stretched-out womb and blasting their hot cum inside me. Every time they fill me up, I can feel the parasitic eggs squelching and writhing inside my swollen belly as they feed on the semen. My daily routine consists of squirting sticky fluids until the bedsheets are completely soaked, cumming over and over again.
If you ever pass through the elven forest, please stop by the commander's quarters. The door is always wide open. Come drench the parasitic eggs filling my womb with your hot cum... Haaahn♥ The eggs inside my belly are starting to squirm and wriggle again, aaah♥♥