Angel (1)
The cock of an imp—the race ranked just below the utterly inferior incubus—slowly burrowed into the tender depths of a noble dark elf from a prestigious family.
The process was slow. Destructive.
The brutal meat club forcibly wedged into the impossibly tight space... reshaping every nook and cranny from corner to core into its own form.
"Definitely better than your mouth."
Amodeus smirked mockingly at Noxbell, clearly pleased with the vise-like grip inside her.
"Virgin suits you. Hard to believe you've climbed to police chief without ever using this hole even once."
In scheming Terranium, the fact that Noxbell had stayed a virgin was nothing short of astonishing.
"Then again, Terranium's such a conservative city. Maybe it's par for the course."
A nation steeped in racial discrimination couldn't help but be culturally conservative.
"Plus, you're up to your ears in debt. No sane dark elf male would dream of sticking it in your pussy."
"Ah... ahhng...!"
"Love those moans, Chief Noxbell."
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch. Amodeus snapped his hips back and forth with even more vigor.
Each thrust deformed Noxbell's perfect ass, mashing its shape into submission. Every distortion of that flawless brown skin sent waves of conquest and pleasure crashing through him.
"Not bad at all. Tight enough to make one wonder if 'superior race' pussy lives up to the hype."
"Ah... ahh...!"
"But those tiny tits are a letdown."
He flicked her protruding nipples with his fingers. Noxbell squirmed in humiliated confusion.
"Grade 'em a B at best? Even an imp bitch from my own kind could match that."
Those words twisted her shame into burning rage.
"M-Me... compared to some lowly imp... as if I'm that inferior...!"
"Inferior? Haven't I drilled that into your thick skull? Nothing in this world is truly inferior."
Amodeus raised his hand and smack—slapped her ass hard. The model-like dark elf body bounced once.
"Ow! D-Don't spank my ass!"
"Don't? You're so cute when you get all flustered."
"I said don't!"
The more she protested, the more his sadism flared—he kept spanking her with resounding smacks.
"Felt it before, but this part's top-tier. Perfect for planting my seed."
"St-Stop...!"
"Stop? No can do."
Amodeus declared it while slapping her even harder.
Now her ass was beet red, matching the flush of humiliation on her face. The dark elf sniffled back tears... A 2,000-year-old woman reduced to whimpering under the hand of a fresh-faced imp businessman barely out of his twenties. A sight to behold.
"Anyway... time."
Amodeus accelerated his hips for climax. He stopped spanking, grabbed her arms, and yanked them back.
"Looks like it's time to sow my seed deep inside."
"No!"
"No? What's that supposed to mean?"
"That'll... Ah, you'll knock me up!"
Noxbell panicked at the horror of an imp half-breed growing in her belly.
"Idiot. No way my body could impregnate you."
Even so, she desperately wanted to avoid a creampie. That thick, superior seed flooding her depths... she feared even she might get pregnant from it.
"If your seed goes in... even I could get pregnant. So no!"
"That just proves I'm superior."
"No, that's not what I—!"
"By your logic, inferior races get dominated by superiors. Hmm... Got it. I'll keep going till you submit completely."
It wouldn't take long. Amodeus pressed his body flush against hers, pinning her to the floor.
"And hearing you beg like that just makes me wanna creampie you more."
"No!"
"Rejection not accepted. Unfortunately."
Right after the cruel verdict, Amodeus's body shuddered.
And he unleashed the thick fluid she'd so desperately rejected—flooding her pussy to the brim.
"Ah... aaaah!"
Gurgle, glurp...
The relentless torrent of semen was massive, dragging Noxbell into a vortex of ecstasy. Strangely, she derived masochistic pleasure from it.
'This tiny, inferior, money-grubbing moron... fucked me.'
Why did that feel so good? The deeper the shame, the more she craved surrendering to the pleasure.
"Perfect."
Amodeus pulled out his cock and grinned in satisfaction at the semen oozing from her depths.
"That covers 100 million. Five more rounds, and your debt's cleared."
Five more? One or two would shatter her completely. Amodeus smirked down at her.
A historic moment: an inferior race lording over a superior one.
In Terranium, superior races were few but gifted with superior magic.
That's why demons from hell—unlike their imp cousins—were treated as high-class.
"Doesn't sit right with me, personally..."
Arkael, the angelic chief prosecutor sipping tea leisurely, furrowed her brow.
Terranium's ruler, seated across from her, chuckled smugly.
"But demons are strong and wield all sorts of hellish magic—unlike weakling imps. That's why we classify them as high-class here."
If demons only scammed and hustled like imps, Terranium would've branded them inferior without mercy.
"I can't comprehend it, Mayor. Demons steal souls and revel in corruption. How can we treat them as high-class?"
Arkael glared at the mayor with her golden eyes wide.
"They know no duty—just scams. No, all races except angels just exploit and scorn the lower ones. Even you, Mayor."
"Duty?"
Eleos believed she'd never shirked her duties. She'd astonishingly developed the city handed down from her mother.
"Lower races are inferior."
"...Ah, that again."
"So we superiors must lead and help them live proper lives. That's the burden of the high-class."
Just another form of racial discrimination. Eleos adored this hypocritical woman who saw herself as benevolent.
After all, such ideology kept Terranium's hierarchy intact. The superiors' status must remain rock-solid.
"Fine, I get your point, Prosecutor. But some races still deserve extermination, right?"
"...You're talking about incubi."
The noble angel Arkael sighed deeply.
No race had to face extinction.
Except incubi. They were created to sexually corrupt women of other races and drag them to hell.
"I believe even they deserve salvation."
"Yet you wanted them wiped out—and led the charge yourself."
"No. I merely sent them before the judgment seat of salvation."
Eleos knew exactly what this winged prosecutor had done: sentenced them to life without parole, dooming them to rot in prison.
"What I did was merely lighten their sins on earth before sending them to our almighty God."
"R-Right."
Kill them all. Let God sort 'em out. Eleos felt a chill from this even more hardcore racist.
"Anyway, shall we get to the point? You called me here for a reason."
"Yes. About the police chief's debt."
Eleos frowned as her weakness was brought up.
"Word is, you owe some imp."
The angelic prosecutor's sharp pressure began.