Reverse Mating Press and the Orc Horde
"Hmm... I think I'll need a little help from you, Viscount. Could you come up here for a moment?"
"...P-Pardon? Ah, yes, of course."
Suddenly called out by Minwoo, Viscount Selton fumbled awkwardly but climbed onto the bed.
"Grab her ankles by her head."
"L-Like this?"
"Yes, that's perfect. Just hold that position so her legs don't drop. And if you whisper sweet nothings like how much you love her during the ritual, that'll make it even better."
"Ah, got it."
His face flushed red at the suggestion of whispering love, but Minwoo paid it no mind and continued the so-called ritual—his brazen rape of the viscountess.
"Alright, now for the final stage of the ritual. If semen discharges normally from my manhood and enters her womb, it'll be a success. Then the two of you will be able to conceive a child without issue."
"Yes...! Please, we beg you!"
"Then... here we go."
Minwoo turned his back with a smirk as he watched Viscount Selton—blissfully unaware that the woman right in front of him, his first love, was being raped by another man—beg for his help instead. His hypothesis was already proven, but the fun wasn't over yet.
Minwoo decided to try a position he'd never attempted before. With the viscount's help, Line's lower body was fully folded upward, her ass floating in midair. Minwoo stepped to either side of her hips and faced away from her head and the viscount, standing in the opposite direction.
Bending his knees, he leaned forward into a prone position. Finally, aiming his raging cock at her pussy completed the setup. It was physically demanding, but as a demon race with enhanced abilities, it was no trouble for Minwoo at all.
"Here... we go. Hngh...!"
"Hiiiiiik...!?"
With a short grunt, Minwoo slammed his hips down. Line's consciousness, dulled from her brief rest, was forcibly jolted awake by the sudden stimulation. A woman's overheated body takes time to cool. As fresh pleasure layered onto the lingering afterglow in her body, she let out another beastly wail from her nearly hoarse throat.
"Ohhh...! The insertion angle's different from usual—feels totally fresh. This could become a habit!"
"Hooooh...! Hahyaaaaah...!!"
If he had to sum up the position in one phrase, it'd be reverse mating press.
Each time Minwoo drove his hips downward, there came a squelch! squelch! followed by her love juices squirting out like a tidal wave from their joined parts. A massive puddle of her fluids had already formed beneath Line's ass—far more than the bedsheets could absorb.
"Hyah...! Get pregnant...! Hyah...! Get pregnant...!"
"Haaaaang!! Hngggggh...!!"
It wouldn't actually impregnate her, but Minwoo chanted "pregnant" like a spell as he pounded her ass downward. Line was already half out of her mind.
"Ngh...! Here it comes...! One more shot left...!"
"Hoooooh...!?"
Only when Line's eyes fully rolled back did Minwoo unleash his final load deep into her pussy's innermost depths. Viscount Selton just stared blankly, dumbfounded, as his first love took a creampie.
As an incubus, Minwoo's ejaculation lasted nearly a full minute. Line's small womb couldn't hold it all, and semen leaked from her entrance, mixing with her juices.
"Hiii... haaah..."
"Whew... Feels great. Ah, you can let go of her ankles now."
"...Huh? Ah, right...!"
At Minwoo's words, Viscount Selton—who'd been spacing out—absentmindedly released his grip. Line's body, folded to its limit, sprang free, her lower half flopping onto the bed. The moment her ass hit the mattress, the puddle of fluids splashed outward with a splatter.
Line's exhausted form was every bit as wrecked as Aisha, still passed out in the next room. Sprawled out like a starfish, she lost consciousness completely.
"Is... is it all over now?"
"Hm? Ah... yes. The ritual's complete without a hitch. You two should have no trouble conceiving now. I guarantee it."
"Th-Thank you so much...! How can we ever repay this kindness..."
"Repay? No need. I was just doing my job as an imperial civil servant."
And I've already been repaid plenty, old man, Minwoo chuckled inwardly.
...
"Orcs! Orcs everywhere!"
"Wh-What the hell is going on? I never heard about this many orcs living here!"
"Everyone, stay calm! Focus on getting out of here first!"
Even as Randel shouted, the scout team's panic began to subside bit by bit. They were the empire's knights, famed as one-man armies. Though the orcs outnumbered anything they'd imagined, they steeled themselves for their mission—even if it meant death—and moved swiftly.
But one person remained trapped in full-blown panic.
"Wh-Why is this happening... I thought it was just a simple job..."
Staring at the red dots multiplying exponentially on the virtual map, Piria was half out of her mind. She was an elite mage for her age, but unfortunately, she had zero real combat experience.
A true mage needed unshakable mental fortitude and focus in any situation. In that sense, she wasn't first-class yet.
"Snap out of it, Piria! We need your power desperately to escape this place alive!"
"M-My magic...? I-I..."
Even Randel's bellow failed to shake her from her daze.
"Damn it! Hey, orc slave! Carry Piria! We need to—"
"..."
Randel nearly barked the order at the orc slave, Nerka, but a chilling thought flashed through his mind, sending a shiver down his spine. The enemies swarming toward them now... were orcs. And he was about to command an orc slave.
"..."
Would this orc slave obey without issue? Or worse...
"Don't tell me..."
What if this whole situation was orchestrated by the orc slave right in front of him?
But Randel quickly shook his head, dismissing the idea. It was absurd. This orc slave lacked both the ability and the time for that. He wasn't even a local slave—they'd gotten him directly from the capital's slave management office when forming the scout team. An orc who'd lived his whole life as a slave in the capital, somehow rallying thousands of orcs out here? It defied logic.
Still, the empire missing the buildup of such a massive orc army was equally unbelievable. Unless every relevant official had been bribed...
Unfortunately, Randel had no time for idle speculation.
"..."
Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise. The orc slave, Nerka, silently scooped up the dazed Piria in his arms as ordered. Despite the nagging unease, Randel decided to trust him for now.
"...Let's move!"
Even as they delayed, the sandstorm grew closer. The knights hid their fear, but their faces darkened. It was an army large enough to kick up a sandstorm just from marching. Visibility was already blocked in every direction—the sun itself was hazy.
"We're surrounded on all sides, Captain!"
"...Tch."
If only Piria could use her magic... Her support spells might have made escape possible even now.
"Piria! Please snap out of it!"
"Eh...?"
Randel yelled at Piria cradled in Nerka's arms. For a moment, she seemed to regain her senses, looking around frantically. Then...
"O-Orc...? Kyaaah! Don't touch me, you filth!"
Piria suddenly thrashed wildly and wriggled free from Nerka's hold. In the struggle, her foot caught his face, leaving a scratch on his cheek.
"..."
But Nerka released her without reaction, his expression as impassive as ever, like nothing had happened.
However, Piria's frenzy didn't stop there.
"You dirty orc bastard! Trying to rape me...!"
Slap!
"..."
Piria slapped Nerka's cheek, turning his head slightly. Of course, a sturdy orc took no real damage from a slap by an ordinary woman like her. But in this dire situation, the scene felt utterly out of place.
Even with every minute and second counting, Randel stared blankly at the two for a long moment.
"Um... Piria?"
"..."