Teaching Her the True Duty of an Onahole
He showed her exactly what an onahole's true purpose was. Sometimes he'd slam down violently, as if to pulverize her womb, but every now and then he'd gently massage her cervix, swirling the glans around it like a tender caress. Each time, Brina dissolved into helpless ecstasy, lost in the clash of brutal pleasure and the ticklish, affectionate waves of stimulation that followed. All she could manage were sweet, melting moans.
Her onahole body, soaked in a lethal dose of aphrodisiac, forced her mind to confront the pleasure head-on, refusing to let her escape. Schlurp—slurp! Schlurp—slurp! Han Yeoul's lower abdomen was slick with her lubricating fluids, and every time it slapped against Brina-hole's ass, sticky strings of viscous liquid splattered with lewd smacks.
When he pulled out all the way to the tip, thick, glistening threads of her obscene juices stretched between them, dangling lewdly from his massive cock. The lubricant gleamed like oil, making her ass cheeks and outer labia shine with depravity. Schlup—schlurp—schlurp—schlup— "Nngh...!"
Her aphrodisiac-drenched pussy convulsed endlessly, writhing as if trying to grind his cock to dust through friction. The heat inside her grew scorching, the pleasure so intense it felt like his dick might melt away entirely—dizzying her vision.
Han Yeoul kept pounding her cervix and womb mouth, but the building urge to cum, surging all the way to his root, drew a groan from his lips. Barely holding back the urge to release right then, he began the final act. Shluuuurk—
Grabbing Brina-hole's hips, he pressed down hard. His now nearly 20cm monster cock split her pussy lips, plunging deep inside. The glans ridge scraped and stretched her spasming inner walls, forcibly molding her channel to his size through repeated contractions and relaxations.
As if announcing the intrusion of such a huge dick, her eleven-shaped abs bulged in the exact shape of his shaft, displaying its movements in real time. Thud— The bumpy underside passed her studded cervix and finally reached her aphrodisiac-soaked womb mouth.
Even though her torso form had deepened her pussy compared to her handheld days, it still wasn't enough to take all of him. Undeterred, his cock pressed relentlessly against the womb mouth, pushing upward. It stubbornly clenched shut, refusing entry, but Brina-hole's onahole body, weakened by the aphrodisiac, couldn't resist.
Unable to withstand the pressure, her womb began to shift upward bit by bit. —Nngooooh?!♥♥ My womb?!♥♥♥
With no muscles, bones, or other organs in the way—only her womb at the end—its position was vulnerable. The aphrodisiac had sapped even the faint force holding her internals in place, so his precisely aimed thrust made it move.
She endured the forbidden sensation no living being should feel—impossible for any creature—entirely converted to pleasure, her mind fully conscious through it all. —Kyaaak...!♥ Guk...!♥ Kkroooh?!♥♥
3cm, 2cm, 1cm, 0cm. Her ass and outer labia mashed flat against his lower abdomen in perfect seal. His cock was buried to the hilt, invisible to the eye. Instead, the womb it had shoved upward outlined itself hazily between her massive breasts, pushing them apart.
—Oog...? Ooohk...?!?!♥♥ What should have been agony triggered a flood of lubricant from Brina-hole. Despite the aphrodisiac, the impossible sensation snapped her into mental clarity sharper than ever.
'He's insane! This guy's not right in the head!'
Brina felt terror at Han Yeoul's mindset. By any common sense she knew, this wasn't sex—it was torture. To do it so casually, even enjoying it... even demon armies that glorified destruction rarely had such sights.
More terrifying was her body enduring it without breaking. Feeling every stimulus as pure pleasure, matching this madman's norms—it horrified her. That this wasn't the end, that even worse awaited, her body would repair itself, turning even that pain to pleasure, enduring forever.
It terrified her to madness. 'S-save me, save me, save me! Please, Demon God...!!'
She begged the Demon God. No answer came; instead, pleasure crept in, mocking her desperation. She cried out more fervently. 'Why do you forsake me, Demon God!'
She still remembered meeting a fragment of the Demon God. That immense presence—her origin, her creator, the purpose of her life and her entire race's existence under its army. She'd fought endlessly to feel that comfort and satisfaction again.
Yet why did that satisfaction now come from this human? Her cursed prison of a body rejoiced at every stimulus he gave, as if it were her life's goal. Each acceptance of his filthy intrusion filled her with satisfaction, eroding her resistance.
The happiness, fulfillment she'd craved swelled with every moment pleasing him. Memories crumbled like sandcastles before waves. Every sense fixated solely on him—nothing else registered.
She couldn't tell if her body was thrilled on its own or if she truly was. The sensation of her womb, forced upward and faintly outlined. His excited breath on her skin. The hot, thick, pulsing cock filling her like a red-hot iron rod. Her whole body felt impaled.
Indeed, most of her small frame was skewered by it. The slick inner walls clung via lubricant; his slightly cool body heat seeped from her ass and labia. Finally, the throbbing from his cock seeking her womb depths vibrated through it all, crystal clear.
Her womb, outlined between her huge breasts, pulsed faintly like a heart in sync with his cock. Her flushed nipples at their tips twitched and quivered faintly with each beat.
The thought rose unbidden: I'm satisfying him with this body. It's fulfilling. Happy. She resented her flesh preparing joyfully for his impending ejaculation, sensing it from the twitching shaft.
She knew instinctively: accepting that creampie would cross an irreversible line. And again: it would feel better than anything before—good enough to die for. If she died like that, ending her life as the Demon God's servant...
Then, could she be honest? Embrace the pleasure? Accept this overwhelming male? A nonexistent vision flashed: his excited face glaring down. That gaze—she knew it well. A predator's.
The law of the jungle. She'd already lost to this male, being devoured. He'd toyed with his prey before the kill, savoring reactions—just like an overwhelming predator.
Brina finally realized. And what she had to say. Her ignored onahole instincts told her the words. —P-please... fill lewd Brina's pussy with your thick semen...
Once spoken, it would end. But her fate was sealed the moment she lost. Whispering the Demon God's name one last time inwardly, she uttered her final words. 'Demon God.'
—...Master♥
The glans, fused like one flesh, swelled instantly. She felt his entire cock expand against her tight walls, semen surging vividly up his urethra. Toward her pulsing womb of anticipation, the cum that would end her life poured out to fulfill its purpose.
—Kkuk♥ Ooohk...♥ ......?!!!!!!♥♥♥♥♥♥
Brain-bleaching orgasm hit; her pleasure-drenched moans devolved into wordless bliss, conveying only raw ecstasy to Han Yeoul. As semen blasted through her womb mouth with unprecedented force, painting it white, her mind whitened with sticky cum.
Spurt—splurt—spluuurt— Her pussy fired back like a water gun, defiantly soaking his chest. "Ngh, this...!"
Mistaking it for rebellion? Han Yeoul moved one hand from her hips to between her breasts. Brina sensed his intent instantly but lacked mind or means to stop it. She could only pray her mad master showed mercy.
—M-Master, nooo♥ Don't do ittt...!♥♥ Really, nooo...♥♥♥ "Just—die!"
His hand mercilessly crushed the bulging womb outline downward. —Aaguuuk..!♥♥♥ Gyaaahwk??!!♥♥♥♥♥♥
Her womb compressed from both sides, deforming under the pressure. Indistinguishable from scream or moan, her mind blanked white. All pleasure nerves converged there—like her body vanished, only her womb under assault. Not far from truth.
She felt every wriggling sperm in the battering cum, desperate to breach. Like her brain was being raped. Each invasion up her womb mouth sent unknown shivers racing her spine to her head.
—Kkeheuk...♥♥♥ Haaak♥♥ Kkuuuhk..?!♥♥♥ Nnggiiihik?!♥♥♥♥♥Schlup—
Some sperm forced the clenched womb mouth. A drop's worth seeped through the tiniest gap. It clenched tighter in panic, but the intruders wriggled inward.
—Kkhrng..!♥♥ Hooook?!♥♥ It's coming up...!♥♥♥♥
Many died in her alien environment, but his [Semen Reinforcement] skill empowered them. After sacrifices, a few reached her womb depths. Schlup——Heekuuk?!♥♥ Womb...!♥ Inside!♥♥ Master's sperm!!♥♥♥ Hiiiik?!♥♥♥♥♥♥
But no ovaries waited. Naturally— it was an onahole womb. Purposeless, the sperm were absorbed directly. Mere individuals, but the innermost womb lacked authority-granted mental protection from pleasure.
Thus, Brina learned what semen seeping into the brain felt like. ~~~~Kkheeeeeeeek?!?!?!♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥Splurt—spluuurt—spluuuush— Flop! Flop! Shudder...
—Ah...♥ Uu~♥ Heek♥♥♥
Thoughts, memories, language, intellect—all bleached white. —~♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ From thinking being to mindless beast.
If she had brain cells, their direct aphrodisiac exposure and breakdown—all converted to pleasure—shattered her mind. She forgot language, memory, intellect.
Only the cock inside and erupting semen remained. That was her all: pussy, womb, body—everything for pleasing cock. Only as a blank onahole did she truly realize her master. Her essence.
Her crumbling, reassembling mind saw final resistance fade. The Demon God never saved her.