The Seeding of the Flame Panther

Amur, a member of the Flame Panther beastkin tribe and sister to the chieftain, had to feign death the moment she regained consciousness. Thwack, thwack-thwack-thwack. The sound of rhythmic pounding echoed in her ears. Accompanied by obscene, wet squelching and a man’s heavy panting, it was unmistakably the sound of a man and woman mating. Judging by the ropes still binding her wrists, she had clearly been taken prisoner.

How much time had passed? Had she been kidnapped when the portal's direction shifted after the three-day battle? Or had her brother Flauros already been defeated, leaving her as nothing more than spoils of war? A thousand scenarios raced through her mind, but there was no way to know without seeing for herself.

"......." Amur cracked her eyes open. She found herself lying on a bed of soft black feathers, and as she glanced downward, she saw a golden tree, its tentacles writhing and trembling rhythmically. It looks just like it’s experiencing an orgasm. Having had her own experiences, Amur instinctively recognized the nature of those tremors. Then, the fluids of the Slahole covering her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠body brought her consciousness into sharp focus.

"......Hngh?!" Her entire body felt hot. It was a feverish heat, different from the fire she was used to wielding, and it left her gasping for air. Unlike the scorching sensation of flames, her body was, in a word, inflamed with pleasure.

'An aphrodisiac.' The enemy had used an aphrodisiac the moment they took her prisoner. It was a low-handed tactic, but Amur had already grown somewhat accustomed to this kind of torture. Therefore, no matter how potent the drug was, she could endure this much— "Hup."

"Hngh, ugh, guweeeh!!" A woman with red hair, just like her own, was dancing in mid-air. Bound by writhing tentacles, the woman had them shoved into every single orifice. White, viscous fluid overflowed from her mouth, her vagina, and her anus. Splurt, splurt, splurt! The tips of the tentacle tree sprayed the white, sticky mucus mercilessly, like a sprayer. The woman's hair was matted with the white oil, and her belly was distended and bloated. Amur didn't even want to imagine what was filling that stomach.

'Insane.' Goosebumps broke out across Amur's entire body. It was the voice of the orc who had pinned her down, and the various demi-human women spread out around him were watching the red-haired woman being ravished without a word.

The red-haired woman was dragged down to the ground by the branches. She stood with her legs spread before the orc, but her posture was forcibly fixed by the tentacle branches wrapped around her entire body. Looking closely, the tentacle branches were thick and pointed at the tips, much like a male organ.

"...My god." Amur felt dizzy at the surreal, bizarre situation. And she immediately regretted the lament she had let slip. Thwip-thwip-thwip. All the tentacle branches turned toward Amur. The orc and the women’s eyes were on her, too. Even the red-haired woman, who had been screaming and thrashing as if she hated it, looked at Amur as if her previous cries had all been an act.

"Ah, ah, ugh..."

"Papa, the sample!"

"Yeah."

A bundle of golden tentacles lunged at Amur. In an instant, her ankles were seized by the branches, and she shuddered at the squelching sensation crawling up her legs. Before she could even scream, she was hoisted up and left dangling from the tree.

"......." Amur felt a chill at the cold gazes directed at her. The elf, the slime, the human, the succubus, and even the witch who was trapped in the tentacles just like her—all of them were glaring at her with icy expressions.

"Hehehe, welcome, Amur. I am Pahuu, the master of the 63rd Dungeon." The orc introduced himself, and at the same time, something soft poked repeatedly at Amur’s cheek. Amur shuddered as nightmares of the past resurfaced.

"That is what I call Pahuu Junior. Aside from being a tentacle branch, it’s shaped exactly like mine. You know what happens next, right? Hehehe."

"...What happened to my brother!" Amur sensed her fate. She shouted out, desperate to at least determine her brother's safety and well-being. The orc blinked in surprise for a moment before sneering at her with a vile expression and voice.

"Heh. Don't worry. He's still alive. But that depends on what you do."

"...What do you want me to do?"

"Nothing much. Just 'satisfy' me, literally. Hehehe."

The tentacle branches began rubbing their protrusions against Amur's body. Amur bit her lip and closed her eyes. 'I have to protect my brother.' Even if she were to lose her name, as long as she stayed alive, she could always take revenge. If her brother was already dead, she had to survive to avenge him. Amur swallowed hard as the tentacle branch split her vagina and entered— "Hiiik."

Her whole body tingled. A pleasure on a different dimension from the painful experiences she had endured before flooded her system. Her consciousness went blank, and a sensation like floating in the clouds took hold of her.

"Ugh, hyaak, k-hngh...!"

"Heh, you're feeling it already."

Following the orc's touch, the tentacle branches began stroking Amur's entire body. The protrusions continued to stroke her back in one direction, pressing firmly against her palms and the soles of her feet. Amur shuddered at how the orc knew their methods of foreplay. Squish. And the movement of the protrusions moving inside her vagina was incredibly gentle. Amur had never in her life experienced such a quiet, dry act of mating, and the fact that he seemed to be considerate of her despite her being a prisoner actually gave her a sense of ease. Meanwhile, the exact opposite—a violent piston-like motion—was happening to the woman right across from her.

Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!!

"Kyaaaagh!!" Her belly repeatedly bulged and flattened as the red-haired witch rolled her eyes back, drooling. The protrusions wrapped around her waist lifted and lowered the witch, and every time, the witch groaned and whimpered as if she were dying.

"Oh-hngh, I'm dying...! I'm dying, you bastard...!"

"You're dying from pleasure. That's right, Amur. I'll make you die from pleasure, too."

The orc raised his hand. Amur, who had been positioned with her back to the orc by the tentacle branches, was seized with terror.

"K-kuh, I, I will never surrender to this kind of pleasure...!"

"...Ah, damn, I didn't want to do this, but I have no choice." The orc’s vile, sinister voice pierced Amur's ears.

"Then go ahead and resist. Let's see how long you can hold out. Of course..."

The tentacle inside Amur's belly began to tremble. Amur's mind went blank at the hot sensation filling her up.

"Let's see if you can still say that after you've given birth to an orc's child."

Spluuuurt!!

Amur's insides burned with heat.

"Puh-ha! It really is a creature dedicated to seeding! Thanks, Ryun. Thanks to you, I was able to summon a very good monster." I reached out with one hand and patted Ryun’s hip. My other hand was busy fiddling with the system, and since my lower half was buried deep in the roots of the Tentacle Drasil, I couldn't fuck Ryun. Gratitude toward Ryun should naturally be expressed with my penis, but for now, the experiment was the top priority.

"Ah-hngh, hngh, k-hngh!" Two red-haired women were facing each other, their bodies swaying up and down on the bundle of tentacles. Gremory’s breasts were larger, making them a treat to watch, but Amur’s constant ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠resistance made the act of subduing her all the more satisfying.

"Ugh-hehe, this is insane." Thanks to the tentacle branches entering all four holes at once, the sensation being transmitted to my own member was electrifying. I carefully stopped my hips, which had been swaying back and forth.

"Shaitan."

"Did you ejaculate? I will replenish it immediately."

Shaitan went down beneath me and gripped my testicles with both hands. The magic stone in her hand was converted into mana and seeped into my testicles, and the semen, pumped as if by duplication through Shaitan’s sexual magic, seeped into the roots of the Drasil along with an intense feeling of ejaculation.

Swooooosh—

Could this even be called ejaculation? It might be more accurate to describe it as white urine. Using Shaitan’s magic stone to enhance my ejaculation volume with sexual magic, I dumped that massive amount into the roots of the Tentacle Drasil. The Tentacle Drasil then mixed that massive amount of semen well with its own bodily fluids and sprayed it through the tentacle branches into Gremory and Amur.

Splurt, splurt. The tentacle branches throbbed inside Gremory as if they were actually ejaculating. Gremory had already lost her mind, smiling vacantly without the energy to even curse, while Amur, the new victim of the tentacle branches, was still resisting with her nails sharpened.

"L-let me go, please!! Ugh?!"

She was so noisy that I shoved three bundles of tentacle branches into her mouth at once. Amur’s eyes welled with tears as she rolled them back. The tentacle branches were focusing their assault on Amur’s front. The seeding was already complete, and her belly was even more bloated than Gremory’s, but my ejaculation showed no signs of stopping.

"Hngh. This is good, really good. The best combination."

"Master, are you thirsty?"

"Yeah. Give me a drink."

I drank the cold water Ryun handed me. The sweet and sour taste, like an electrolyte drink, filled my mouth. The sweet and tart flavor still carried a strong scent of peaches.

"Hehehe." Ryun was now mixing honey water without a second thought, and I, too, had no qualms about it anymore. In fact, I felt like something was missing if I just drank plain water.

"Puh-ha. That was refreshing. Hehehe, Amur. Why don't you give up already?"

I pulled the tentacle branch that had been stirring Amur’s mouth out. It had been linked to my will like last time, but perhaps because I had inserted my own organ, the tentacle branches moved freely according to my desires. Amur spat out the white fluid that had filled her mouth and glared at me with venomous eyes.

"T-to protect my brother...! This much is...!"

"Hehehehe." I exchanged glances with my subordinates. It was time to time it right, but Amur’s reactions were so entertaining that I couldn't stop.

"Amur. There ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠are over 150 orcs waiting behind me. Even if not to this extent, all of them are waiting with their spears raised. Are you prepared to receive them all?"

"Hngh, I...!" Amur growled, sharpening her teeth. The white fluid dripping between her fangs was quite impressive.

"If I can... save my brother... I can do anything!"

"Yeah. That’s right. That sounds much better."

Perhaps Meari’s healing magic had worked well; her shrill voice was much easier on the ears. I focused all my attention on one tentacle branch inside Amur.

"Can you really do anything? This is your last chance. If you surrender peacefully, I’ll end it here. What comes after this is more than even I can handle."

"...Hngh, k-kuh...! Hyaak?!"

One tentacle branch wrapped tightly around Amur’s tail. Amur resisted by thrashing her tail violently, but she couldn't overcome the strength of the tentacle branch. The branch, coiled like a snake, reached her ilium where the tail grew and burrowed between the crack of her plump buttocks.

"Th-that place?!" Amur’s pupils dilated as she trembled. The tip of her tail stood on end, and the glans-shaped protrusion of the tentacle branch tickled her anus gently.

"Wh-what are you trying to do!!"

"What do you mean? Don't you know this? Ah, this is what we call 'Butt-Pang-Pang.'"

I pulled Amur toward me and raised my palm, tapping lightly on her tail. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Tap, tap-tap-tap. The moment her tail stood on end and her plump buttocks shivered minutely—

"Nyaaaaaaang!!" Amur fainted with a cry. Her entire body went limp, as if she had just come out of a bath.

"......To faint from a single 'Butt-Pang-Pang.' What a pathetic leopard."

"Papa, is it fun?"

"Yeah. ...Lancelot?"

Lancelot had started talking to me from the side before I knew it. I felt embarrassed, so I pushed Amur aside and cleared my throat, but I was left speechless by the shocking behavior of Lancelot that I saw when I turned my head.

"I came because I wanted you to hatch our child soon... should I come back later? Slurp."

Lancelot was holding Guinevere upside down as if she were performing a tombstone piledriver, and she was sucking on something like an ice cream bar.

"......Oh my." To think my daughter was such a strong woman. I felt so sorry for Guinevere, whose ears were bright red.

"N-no, it's fine. L-let's see if it's a grandson or granddaughter quickly."

"Yes. I gave the egg to Gremory-mom earlier... is that one the stepmom? Slurp."

"...I'm going to stop for now, so you should stop too."

"Just a moment. Almost there."

Fwip, splurt, gulp. Gulp.

"...Lancelot. Wouldn't it be better to have at least a little bit of shame?"

"What about you, Papa?"

"...I'm not one to talk."

I slipped my member out of the tentacle root.