I'll Be Your Breeding Saintess Forever
What the hell just happened?
I forced my eyes open in the pitch-dark underground, coughing as dust shook loose from every direction, and looked around.
"Nemea! Where are you? Don't tell me you fucked so hard the floor actually—"
"Nnghiii...♡"
"Oh. There you are."
I frantically searched for Nemea, though I wasn't sure whether to call what I found a relief. I didn't have to look far — she was already nestled in my arms, her whole body trembling. My cock was still buried in her womb, and she was climaxing over and over without a pause.
At least we hadn't been buried under the rubble. Small mercies. But this dark place... no matter how I looked at it, it was the Underground Waterway. The same ruins we'd visited last time — and just a few hours ago.
"Snap out of it. No matter how you look at this place..."
"Hiiit— d-don't pull out?! Your cock is jammed so tight in my womb right now that if you try to force it out, my uterus is actually going to come with it?!"
"...The situation's a bit much, but alright. Got it."
I'd heard that Maze Type dungeons weren't all that dangerous, but a dungeon was still a dungeon. And the two of us were completely naked — not a scrap of clothing between us. That was far too dangerous. I was scanning the darkness, trying to peer through the gloom, when Nemea's body flared in my arms once more.
Light. Madness. Either definition of flare fit — Nemea hit another climax, wrapping her arms tight around me and clinging as if in prayer.
"O-oooooh?! I told you not to move?!"
"I can't exactly stay still. You're going to have to hold it together, Nemea."
"That's not fai—aah?!"
However perfectly she'd molded herself around my cock, even the slightest movement sent her over the edge. I held her just as tightly and stood, and her tiny body slid down the length of me with a wet, slick sound.
"Hiiiek?! A c-cock skewer...♡"
"I need you to focus. This is not the time."
"Then pull it out! I'm going to come again — if you leave it in I'm going to have another womb orgasm...♡"
"It's too tight. It won't come out."
I grunted and tried lifting her off me, again and again, but her cunt and womb had already contracted into a single vice, clinging to my cock and begging for more cum. The only way this was getting solved was if I went soft — unfortunately, the natural tightness of Nemea's petite frame, and every filthy little stimulus that came with it, refused to let my cock die.
"Guess we've got no choice. We'll just have to go like th— hm?"
A low growl rolled out of the dark.
"That's not a Walker...?"
Walkers had a distinctive cry, like metal scraping metal, the kind of sound that set your teeth on edge. They didn't growl like animals.
I scanned the dark in a hurry, but between the rush of water and the way even the smallest sound echoed through the Underground Waterway, I couldn't pin down a direction. All I had left was my eyes. I squinted into the blackness, hunting for any sign of the thing —
"It's right in front of us— wait?!"
"Grrrk!"
A massive beastkin burst from the darkness beyond the reach of Nemea's Holy Power, purple mist pouring from every hole in its body — eyes, ears, nose — and hurled itself at us.
"Nngooooooooh?!"
"Nemea, this is really not the time! Snap out of— wait. Huh?"
"Grrrk..."
It crumpled.
Whatever was going on, the thing didn't look remotely normal. I was reaching for something that looked like a steel pipe, figuring I ought to at least swing something, when Nemea flared violently in my arms again — and the beastkin charging us simply dropped.
It twitched. Writhed.
"Hah! Hah! I told you not to mo— wait."
"Something's coming out of that thing..."
I approached the beastkin cautiously as it flopped on the floor. Moments ago it had been belching some bizarre purple vapor on par with a steam locomotive; now, whatever it was, it seemed to have been properly purified. The purple mist streaming from its face was gone, and it just lay there twitching.
"What the hell is that face? That's the look you make after you blow a load..."
"Hauu... please don't move so roughly..."
"I was going to lay you down on a bed, but that thing's creeping me out, so you're staying right where you are."
I didn't understand it, but something had clearly gone wrong in the Underground Waterway. I wanted to get back to the surface, except the hole we'd fallen through was already sealed with debris. I picked up the long object I'd been about to swing in self-defense.
It was pretty heavy, and for some reason it had been gleaming this whole time. I followed my instincts and grabbed it.
"A hammer...?"
What I was holding was a hammer. One of the decorative pieces that had been hanging all over Nemea's secret room before we fell — and it looked a lot like the hammers the Female Knight Tribe used. The kind Dyna swung around.
"This is pretty heavy, though. Doesn't look like something you'd hang on a wall for decoration..."
"Ah— th-that's the hammer Dyna Hercules commissioned from me...!"
"Dyna's hammer? That woman sure gets her name dropped everywhere we go."
I thought of a certain red-haired here-knight — a source of evil rivaling even the elves — and gave the hammer a few experimental swings.
"Dyna's hammer is insanely heavy, but this one's almost as big and still a lot lighter. Plus it's glowing, weirdly."
"It's a hammer forged from crystallized Holy Power. The reason it's shining like that is because it's absorbing the Holy Power I've been releasing— a-aah... another womb orgasm...♡"
"Anyway, I'm starting the search. Do you really have to stay attached?"
"Yeees, I'll never let go. I'll be your breeding saintess forever...♡"
"I might need to find an exit even faster than I thought. For a completely different reason."
With a pillow in one hand like a shield and the hammer in the other, I started picking my way forward. Nemea, who'd been coming apart in my arms, seemed to realize she couldn't just lie there and wait — she clung to me even tighter.
"But no sudden movements, okay? I'm still a breeding saintess with a cock buried in her womb, a goddess of cum-catching — if you so much as start running you'll devour me all the way to my ovaries—"
"Save the seduction for later."
"Nngh, I wasn't seducing you, I was— hyaah?!"
She grumbled and tightened her arms around me. I rolled my hips once to make sure she was locked on, then gave the beastkin sprawled on the floor a few taps with the hammer.
"Face looks like shit, but it's out cold."
"Miasma... maybe? For miasma it was an awfully purple, awfully filthy feeling..."
"I don't know. I really don't... but could you make a sanctuary like last time?"
This one had dropped the instant it was exposed to Nemea's Holy Power, and if Holy Power worked on that strange purple mist, then a sanctuary was essential in an underground dungeon where anything could come lunging out of the dark. But the answer I got was Nemea shaking her head against my chest.
"I can't. I don't have a control device, so I can't deploy a sanctuary stably."
"A control device? You mean the flag?"
"I can enchant you with Holy Power for a set duration, no problem. But without the flag that lets me broadcast Holy Power at a consistent wavelength, I can't deploy a stable sanctuary."
She could grant me Holy Power, but without the flag, a sanctuary wasn't impossible so much as unstable. Not great. Not terrible either. A weirdly in-between situation.
"I'm sorry..."
"This isn't your fault, Nemea. It's just a shame. As long as you can still give me Holy Power..."
A rasp cut through the dark. Grk!
"Jesus fucking—!"
The second I rounded the corner, a Walker's face lunged at me. I shoved it back with the thick pillow in my left hand and immediately drove the hammer into its temple. The Walker's body crumbled to ash on the spot.
"Works great. It vanished the instant I touched it."
"...Really?"
Holy Power poured over my screaming forearm — feedback from swinging a hammer too heavy for two hands with only one. The pain vanished in an instant, and my right arm came out even more defined than before. I whistled.
"Wow. If this is what you can do, I should've brought you along for Dyna's training."
"Come to think of it, the first time I met you was because of training, wasn't it?"
"Yeah. That was years ago already."
Dyna's brutal drills had sent me to Saintess Village day after day.
"I still remember how you panicked, saying I was your first customer."
"Hehehe. I'd just graduated from apprentice saintess. You used to show up every day crying from muscle pain. You were so cute."
"I cried?"
"Don't you play dumb! I saw it with my own two ey— mmph."
I signaled Nemea to be quiet before we rounded the next corner, then eased just my head out to check.
The lanterns that normally lit every stretch of these tunnels were all dead. Aside from Nemea's Holy Power, there wasn't a single source of light in the pitch-black passage. I figured I'd have to take this one with my body, and stepped around the corner.
"GRAAAAH!"
A beastkin came charging as if it had been waiting. I shoved it back with the pillow the same as before and followed through with the hammer. It wasn't a Walker, so I couldn't bring myself to cave its skull in — I aimed to tap the solar plexus and force that strange purple mist out, same as last time.
But.
"Grrrr!"
"H-huh?"
"Why is it fine?!"
Instead of going down, it only staggered — then came at us even harder. Nemea and I screamed in unison, neither of us waiting for the other.