The Girl Who Loved the Black Horse (5)
She opened her eyes to a throbbing ache.
"Ugh… nn…? Aaugh…"
When her vision cleared, she found herself in a cave. Completely bare, not a scrap of cloth on her body, Adanasia Achilles flushed with shame even as she took stock of her situation.
He kicked me in the stomach with a hoof…
She remembered the final, crushing blow—and marveled that she had somehow survived it. Had Achilles's body never been dipped in the waters of the River Styx, she would certainly have died.
Looks like nothing's broken, at least…
She ran her hands over herself and found no swelling. While she was still marveling at her own absurd vitality, she noticed how dark it had become outside. The fight had been at dawn; she had slept an entire day. She tried to rise—and her body lurched, dumping her back down.
My stomach's a mess. Throat's raw, and there's vomit…
Her throat burned. Looking around for something to drink, she caught a sweet scent that seized her nose. Honey wine, in a small jar. She put it to her lips without thinking—and only then did Achilles's face go pale.
"Y-you…?!"
She had thought her back felt strangely soft. Only now did she realize something enormous was supporting her from behind. The cave's darkness and the black horse's black coat had blended together, delaying her recognition—but even allowing for that, she looked thoroughly stupid.
"You're awake. I grew tired of waiting."
"What did you do to my mother?!"
"Looking for family the moment you open your eyes? Quite the dutiful child, for someone who suddenly attacked someone else's family. You might try showing that much consideration to strangers."
"Just spit it out!"
"I left that nymph with her own kind. She woke before you did, but the second she sat up she started raising hell, so I explained the situation and told her to behave."
"Ugh…"
He was so thoroughly rational that Achilles's fury simply collapsed. She took a few more swallows of the honey wine to wet her throat; sugar hit her brain and her mood settled at once.
"My clothes and weapons…"
"I left them over there. I've no interest in taking what isn't mine, so rest easy. More importantly—tell me why you attacked me. I asked the nymphs, but they all averted their eyes and fled into the water. I couldn't get a word out of them."
"…The nymphs said something about you."
"The nymphs?"
"They said a terrifying bastard lived nearby, and they wanted me to fight him… Thinking about it now, maybe it was just because you stink of shit…"
"Hm? Ah. I had permission from the dryads who live there, but it seems the nymphs weren't pleased. I'll have to apologize for that separately."
Epitropophos—horns and wings both dismissed, perfectly calm—declared with complete confidence, "That place is a walking path and laboratory for my little sister and me." Achilles didn't understand what that meant, but her opponent was so relentlessly reasonable that she abandoned the urge to tear into him.
Is this thing… actually a person?
Who could have guessed that the question she muttered to herself was the correct answer? She still couldn't quite pin down his true nature, though. Covering her nakedness as best she could, she asked the black horse:
"Hey. I lost, right? We didn't both go down together at the end or anything?"
"I'm sorry to wound your pride, but it was a complete victory for me. Your weapon broke, your shield was pierced, and your final thrashing was half-successful—but the end was exactly as you remember."
"…Why didn't you kill me?"
"Did I not say that insult should be repaid with insult? You won't claim you've forgotten my words."
Ah. Of course.
The black horse rose slowly from the posture that had been supporting her, and his presence was overwhelming. Having had her back pressed to that massive body, Adanasia Achilles finally understood what her hand had been brushing against this whole time.
"I judged you the greatest heroine of this age. A woman like you would not go back on a promise now."
"Th-that thing…? That was a promise~? We just… if I beat you, I'd do this… we just yelled that at each other… right…?"
"……And?"
Throb—!
The red shaft rising in magnificent glory beneath the black horse was nothing like a human's. The cave filled with the scent of a male, and Achilles—heroine though she was, with a beast's edge to her nature—responded, wetness already slipping free.
It's huge… I've slept in stables before, so I've seen them a few times, but that…
Without thinking she spread her palm against its length, then pressed that same hand to her own belly, trying to gauge how deep it would go. No matter how she looked at it, her palm sat over her womb—more than enough to plant real fear in Achilles.
Th-that's impossible, right? I'll end up skewered…?!
Gulp.
She swallowed hard and edged backward. Matching her, the black horse walked slowly forward, closing the distance.
"M-mercy! No-no-no… just kill me instead—!"
"No. If you die, I'll go and take that nymph instead. You laid hands on my little sister—so I have every right to lay hands on your family, don't I?"
"Urgh?! But that girl started it—!"
"By that logic, you who swung the spear are guilty as well. At this point, shouldn't the loser obey the winner's word?"
She had nothing to say.
"Ah—uh—uuu…"
Apparently she had never expected to be out-argued by a horse while being human; Achilles fell into pure fluster. Even so the black horse pressed closer, pinning her with those red eyes, restraining her body with a precision no ordinary animal could manage.
"Could you have beaten me?"
"Ah—no, that's…"
"Did you win?"
"N-no."
"Did you win?"
"………I lost."
"Yes. You lost. Don't disgrace your ancestor's name. If you lost, stop babbling. If you're a hero, spread your legs like one. I don't enjoy making women cry, so I'll make it feel very good for you."
"Uuuuugh………"
Invoke the ancestors and she truly had no answer. Achilles looked around, groped with her arms and legs, found a spot good for lying down, and obediently parted her thighs. She steeled herself, certain that what came next would be nothing but pain—but this black horse, it seemed, never spoke empty words. He pushed his face between her legs and drove a waiting tongue straight into her sex.
"Hik?! Hyaaa?! Hahk!"
Sluuuurp—!!!
Though he was a black horse, the tongue that stretched out was not a horse's at all—long like a cow's, strange and relentless, scraping the inside of her passage. As if he knew every female weakness, he worked especially around her sweet spot while the outer part of his tongue assaulted her clitoris.
Slurp, slurp, slurrp…
"Hyaah! Hah, hah, haaah, ahn! Auh, wh-what are you—?! What are you doing with your tongue?! Hiiihhh?!?!"
The pleasure that crackled up through her was something she had never tasted. She was a virgin, but young blood and overflowing lust had left her full of pent-up need—and now that knot was being undone not by a man but by a horse. Shame and pleasure tangled until her toes splayed wide.
Sluuurp… slurrrple…
"Hit—hii—ihi—hiiihhh, nngh~! Sto—stop, I'm—I'm coming… I'm coming, I said—aaahhh~!"
"Come."
"Hiing, nnhhhnngh, y-you bastard?! Ihiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!"
Psssh! Spurt! Spurt!
"Hnunhiiiiiiih?!"
The cow-like tongue that had been happily sucking her sex pulled free with a wet drag, shoving hard against her spot and clitoris—and a fountain burst out. The caress itself had been short, but perhaps because of the heat of battle, the climax hit harder than any self-pleasure she had ever managed. Her mind went white; strength fled her legs; she sprawled in that lewd, open-legged pose and even leaked a trickle of urine while she gasped for air.
"Kh—hheh, hhuu, hhehh~!"
Blinking hard, opening and closing her eyes again and again to clear the sparking vision, Achilles reconfirmed what had just been done to her body. An instant later a massive cock was shoved right under her nose.
"That loosened you nicely. This should go in now."
"Mh—uuu, nnh~? Why're you shoving it at me… uguu…"
"I did that for you. Isn't it only fair you return the favor?"
In other words: suck.
He gently lifted Achilles's upper body with a foreleg until her nose met the cock reeking of male. A beast's member she should have found repulsive suddenly looked almost lovable, and she had no idea why she felt that way.
"I-I'll suck it, so… that thing from before… just one more time…"
"I'll do it as much as you like. Now put it in your mouth."
"Nnh?!"
The cock finally touched her lips. She had expected disgust—but anticipation of what would follow must already have taken root, because her mouth opened of its own accord and her tongue slid out.
I shouldn't do this… I shouldn't…
She had never even put a man's cock in her mouth, and here she was putting her lips on a beast's. The act rebounded on her as self-loathing and shame, but she couldn't pull the extended tongue back in, so she sucked on instinct.
"Behheup, nheh, euuuh… nhah euuup…"
Whether this was the right way, Achilles didn't know—but every suck left her mind hazy. She had no idea why the fog felt so good.
"Scrape harder. Come on."
"Ahh, n—nhuuuu, uk, nhugu…?!"
Even when he pushed her back with a foreleg and forced her to suck more aggressively, humiliation bloomed alongside a strange sense of safety. Every time the thick male scent coated her whole body, the daze deepened, turning Achilles into something closer to a beast herself.
Why do I feel like this…? This is… nasty… I'm… licking and sucking… deheeh……♡
Churrrrrlup.
Without meaning to she sucked greedily, making filthy wet sounds. The cock was so large she had to work it from every angle, coating it in spit, lapping and sucking it like candy.
Come to think of it… this is the first time I've ever lost to a man……
Twitch—♡
She felt the bitter taste of first defeat as heat low in her belly. Wondering what on earth was happening, she paused her tongue—and the black horse's massive face bumped her head in answer.
"What are you spacing out for. Suck."
"Kh—what do you take people for…?! I-I am, I aam—!"
"Person or not, right now you're my bitch. You lost a one-on-one duel, and for today every inch of your body is mine. Your heart, too."
"Uuuu—?!"
The way he whispered with those flashing red eyes was nothing a mere beast should be able to say.
"If you're a bitch, serve your male like one. Do it well and I'll make you feel better than anything from before."
"Better than… b-before…?"
"Yes. I'll show you the edge of Elysion."
Pffuuuh—!
"Hiihk."
A fierce breath washed over Achilles's nape, and the towering horse cock—soaked in her spit—scattered a scent even thicker than before. Dazed by the male reek, Achilles trembled with her thighs open and could not stop her sex from getting wetter. She knew she was about to have sex with a beast, yet her body was already ready, and her heart had been broken by that first defeat.
"If you understand, raise your hips and fawn like a proper bitch."
"U-eh, uuu~?!"
Shaking from head to toe, she lifted her hips high. With her head pressed to the cave floor, only her rear rose—a posture of submission, and also her last resistance.
"You want to hide your shame, but that won't do. Stand on all fours so I can mount you easily. ──Like a beast."
"Eh—uh, uuu, ehhuuk… y-yes……"
She had pressed her head to the cave floor to hide her humiliation, but her male would not even allow that. He treated her like a bitch and ordered her about, and though she knew she should refuse, she could not hide the secret joy as she went down on all fours.
I'm… completely finished…
Why, why, why—?
Why can't I refuse?
U-uuuuh, uuk~!
Her sex was soaked, parted and gaping. Steam even rose into the cold night air. Feeling her womb burn like a furnace, Achilles finally had to admit she had been conquered by this male.
"I'm putting it in."
"…Nnh?!"
She could not know that Epitropophos was one blessed by the god Hermes.
Nor that Hermes, who had given that blessing, was also a phallic god.
Faced with a cock steeped in the blessing of a phallic god, a mere virgin like Achilles had no chance of holding out—that much was obvious.
At least… until this is over… I have to keep my dignity… so I don't disgrace my ancestor's name……♡
Slowly, steadily, the horse cock pressed into her sex. Tears streamed as the pleasure flooded in, and still Adanasia Achilles endured. She made that final resolution even now—but it was utterly meaningless.
Because until she started howling like a dog, like a beast, and fell to the level of a mere animal……
……she had only ten seconds left.