Rock-Bottom Friendship and Divergent Corruption
In the heart of a chaotic melee where friend and foe blurred into one indistinguishable mass.
"Die! You think I'm gonna croak in a shithole like this?! I'm gonna live large with three wives and concubines!"
Thrust!
Roaring like a madman, he drove his sword deep into the bastard's gut.
Drenched in the blood that gushed out, he spun around at once. He severed the neck of a charging enemy soldier, deflected a spear thrusting in from the side, and punched straight through the man's chest.
Slashing, stabbing, kicking—he tore through the fray like a man possessed.
Then a massive shield filled his entire field of vision.
A heavy infantry soldier, shield foremost, slammed into him head-on.
"Guh!"
Crash!
With a shock that felt like his ribcage shattering, his body went flying. He tumbled several times across the muddy ground before finally coming to a stop.
His vision spun.
He tried to rise, but his breath was locked tight; even moving a single finger was nearly impossible.
Flash!
Before he knew it the heavy infantry was right in front of him, raising a huge axe high.
Ah… so this is how I die.
The foul premonition had barely brushed his mind when—
Slice!
The heavy infantry's neck bent at a grotesque angle.
Blood fountained from the severed stump, and the massive body toppled straight down in front of him.
Through the pale haze of dust, a greatsword dripping blood revealed itself.
The man who carried that brutishly oversized blade on his shoulder looked down at him and grinned.
Then he thrust out a rough hand.
"Hey, you okay? Name's Charles. Yours?"
"…Kalix."
The instant their blood-soaked hands clasped tight—
"Hah…!"
He gasped and his eyes snapped open.
What stabbed at his nostrils was not the metallic reek of blood, but a damp, nauseating stench of mold.
What filled his sight was not a dust-choked battlefield, but only the damp ceiling of an underground dungeon.
Forcing his ragged breathing to settle, he looked down at his hands without thinking.
The rough hands once caked in blood and dirt were gone without a trace.
Only pale, slender woman's fingers, free of even a single callus, trembled faintly.
Ah.
Right. This was reality.
How long had he been collapsed on the cold floor, asleep?
He forced his staggering body upright and approached the cell door.
When he gripped the iron bars, a chill seeped deep into his palms.
Charles.
Was that bastard still over there?
He turned his gaze to the opposite cell.
In a corner thick with shadow, a familiar silhouette crouched, faintly visible.
Blue hair.
Sensual curves that the darkness could not hide.
Of the towering man who once commanded the battlefield, not even a shadow remained.
All that was left was Charles, reduced by beasts to nothing more than a bitch in heat, sitting alone.
"…Charles."
The shadow that had been still as death flinched and went rigid.
A moment later, Charles slowly lifted her head.
"…Kalix."
When a faint spark of life returned to those unfocused, clouded eyes, he clenched the iron bars as if to crush them.
"You okay?"
The words left his mouth and he immediately wanted to rip his own lips off.
After what that elf bitch had done to her, how could she possibly be okay?
But Charles only let out a short, deflated snort of laughter.
"I'm fine. This shit… compared to the time that old count bastard caught us and tortured us half to death, it's nothing."
The transparent bluff drew an involuntary hollow laugh from him as well.
"Ahh, right. That crazy fucker. When we escaped we burned his whole mansion to the ground."
"Yeah. All those goddamn art pieces he bragged about collecting his whole life—we turned every last one into ash."
"Haha…"
"Heh…"
Facing each other through the bars, they shared a bitter smile.
Charles stared at him leaning against the bars, then twisted the corner of her mouth upward.
"But you… you've gotten a lot prettier, huh?"
"You got fucking gorgeous too… If I were still a man, I'd have grabbed you first and fucked you raw."
At his crude joke Charles snickered and rested her back against the wall.
"True. If you were still a guy I'd have gladly stuck my ass out for you. What a goddamn shame."
The filthy dirty talk they traded like jokes.
Their own private way of speaking, unchanged since the days they had scraped by as bottom-rung mercenaries.
Their bodies had been thoroughly remodeled into the elves' playthings, yet the cores inside them remained exactly as they had always been.
At least in this moment, when they could face each other, curse, and laugh—
that single fact was enough.
The next day.
The silence of the dark underground dungeon was broken by the sound of high heels.
Click. Click.
"My, my, have you all been well? You seem more energetic than I expected. Kalia, Slut."
Elf priestess Ariel appeared beyond the bars, smiling sweetly as she called their names in turn.
But he and Charles only sat on the cold floor, lips pressed tight, glaring at that pointed-ear bitch.
When the icy silence stretched on, Ariel let out an exaggerated sigh.
"Dear me. It seems your education is still incomplete."
Her gaze, which had been on Charles, slowly shifted to him.
Ariel stepped right up to the bars and looked down arrogantly at him sitting on the floor.
"Kalia. Ah, Kalia."
She rolled his name around in her mouth like a toy and smiled.
"You remember clearly that your name is Kalia, don't you?"
He bit his lip hard against the humiliation and glared with venomous eyes.
Ariel's lips curled upward in a sultry arc, as if she had been waiting for exactly that.
"Today, shall we try it in front of your dear friend?"
Rustle.
With a languid gesture Ariel lifted her skirt.
Thud.
The monstrous, enormous cock hidden beneath swung free into the open air.
She thrust the hideous thing through the gap in the bars, right up to his face.
"Suck it."
"You crazy bitch, why the fuck would I—ngh!"
Click.
The moment Ariel lightly flicked her fingers—
the lewd womb tattoo carved into his lower abdomen flared a deep, burning red and radiated an unholy light.
"Open your mouth."
"U-ugh…! Ah!"
His entire body ignited as if he had swallowed fire.
Against his will, the lips he had clamped shut slowly parted.
"Still don't understand whose commands your body must obey? Kalia!"
Ariel's massive cock filled his vision completely.
The instant he saw it, thick saliva welled up under his tongue like a waterfall.
Amazingly, before a cock that should have been revolting, a sweet, dense fragrance that stabbed straight into his brain flooded his nostrils.
No. I have to stay sane…!
He repeated it endlessly, but it was useless.
His body, trained by the curse, mocked his will and responded to that scent; strength drained from every limb, and hot, ragged breaths spilled roughly between his lips.
"Haa… haah…"
Hot breath escaped in rough gasps, and his clouded reason finally collapsed, unable to hold.
Before he knew it his body was leaning toward the bars as if entranced.
And with Ariel's enormous cock buried deep between his lips, he began frantically rolling his tongue and sucking.
Slurp, schlick! Churrrup!
Inside the quiet dungeon, only the vulgar sounds of the slave trader Kalix—no, the heat-crazed bitch Kalia—greedily sucking an elf's cock echoed.
Slurp… schlick! Schlooorp!
Ariel's massive cock endlessly slid in and out through his parted lips.
Saliva he could not swallow dribbled from the corners of his mouth and soaked his chin thoroughly.
"Mmm… as expected, you have talent. You suck so exquisitely well."
Ariel gently stroked the crown of his head and let out a languid moan.
For a while she leisurely looked down at him, pickled in pleasure and mindlessly sucking her cock, then suddenly turned her head.
Her gaze went to Charles, crouched in the corner of the opposite cell.
"Slut. Are you jealous?"
Charles's shoulders twitched faintly.
Ariel did not miss the reaction; a cruel smile spread across her lips.
"What you are allowed to put in your mouth is not something as noble as an elf's."
She clicked her tongue softly and tossed a sneering taunt toward Charles.
"Just wait a little, Slut. Your splendid master will soon come to dote on you thoroughly. Be a good girl, spread your cunt, and get ready."
At that blatant humiliation Charles's pupils trembled with terror and shame.
Satisfied with that despairing sight, Ariel turned her head back to him.
Her cool fingers gently lifted his chin, glistening with saliva.
"Kalia. Soon you will crave this noble seed like a madwoman."
A devilish whisper burrowed into his ear.
"I will make you learn, down to your bones, just how spine-chillingly blissful it is for this vulgar bitch's body to carry the child of a pure elf."
Finished speaking, Ariel smiled coldly and began roughly thrusting the thing buried in his mouth.
"Nngh… yes, good. Suck harder, harder, Kalia."
Mmph…! Nngh, schlick, churrrup!
The crushing pressure of the cock packing his mouth full.
His breath locked; physiological tears welled up.
Yet even the stimulation that stabbed his palate and ravaged his throat was converted by this damned bitch's body into vicious pleasure that hammered his brain.
"Haa, truly lewd lips. Slut, watch carefully."
With her cock buried deep in his mouth, Ariel turned her head and mocked Charles.
"This is the privilege reserved only for those I have chosen. A noble flavor a vulgar bitch like you will never even get to taste in your entire life."
"You… kuh, devil bitch…!"
Just as Charles ground her teeth and spat the curse—
Clank, jangle!
"Grrrr…! Woof!"
A bone-chilling beast's cry echoed from the far end of the corridor.
An elf guard was dragging the massive male dog Rex along by a thick iron collar.
"Eek…!"
The vicious red cock dangling between Rex's legs.
The moment Charles spotted it, her shoulders shook like aspen leaves.
Ariel burst into a sneering laugh at that pitiful sight.
"My. Your splendid master is already in heat and has come for you. Shouldn't you quietly spread your cunt and wag your tail?"
"N-no… don't come! Please…!"
As Charles scrambled backward, her gaze unconsciously flicked to the opposite side.
The beast's hideous, furred cock-head, and Ariel's smooth elf cock gently sliding in and out of his mouth.
In that instant, what flashed through Charles's clouded eyes was unmistakable longing and envy.
Ahh… I'd rather be sucking that elf's cock too… Better that than getting skewered by a dog…
The insane thought that seized her mind made Charles suck in a breath.
"Khuh, uhhuhh…! Fuck, crazy bitch… what the hell am I even thinking…!"
Envying an elf's cock over a beast's.
Charles collapsed under self-loathing and despair, covering her face with both hands and beginning to sob.
"Churrup! Schlick! Schlooorp!"
"Haa… yes, swallow it deeper!"
Beyond the opposite bars—his only friend, about to be horrifically violated by a dog.
Even while clearly watching that despairing sight with both eyes, the thought that crossed his mind was viciously petty and disgusting.
Thank god… I'm being done by an elf, not some beast. At least I'm better off than that.
A piece of trash who felt base relief while watching his friend get raped by a beast.
His reason screamed, shredded by the wretched self-loathing and revulsion.
But his flesh was already thoroughly sunk in the swamp of corruption, frantically working its tongue as it craved the elf's seed.
