The Heat-Crazed Bitch Begging for Cock

Level 7.

I could tear a handful of ragtag bandits apart with my bare hands now. I had gained more than enough raw strength and agility.

At my feet sprawled the corpses of bandits with snapped necks and split bellies. The stench of blood stabbed at my nostrils.

"I-Ian… what do we do now? Sob… we can't go home…"

Seria sobbed, tears dripping steadily down her cheeks.

"Home? Why the fuck would we go back to that garbage dump? Pack your shit. We're heading for Wolf Valley in the west."

"W-Wolf Valley?! That's the bandits' main hideout! Even if you've gotten stronger, how are you supposed to handle dozens of outlaws…"

Mother Margaret turned deathly pale and cried out. Even now, the milky semen I had pumped into her was still gushing and dripping from between her thighs.

I wiped the bloodied edge of my sword clean against the ground with a casual scrape.

"Mom. Already forgot how you were shaking your hips like a crazy bitch after tasting my cock just now? I need more holes if I'm gonna get stronger. That red-haired cunt they call the boss of Wolf Valley—I'm gonna pack her pussy full of my cum and level up, so shut the fuck up and follow me."

"Y-You're insane… you're a demon…"

Seria covered her face with both hands and wailed.

I seized her hair in a rough fist and yanked hard.

"Kyaaah!"

"Stop sniveling. I just saved your ass from getting gang-raped by those bandit fucks and now you're getting full of yourself? If you don't play the part of my meat toilet properly, next time I'll throw you to the animals."

"Hic…! Okay! Okay, just let go of my hair… sob…"

Terrified, she nodded her head frantically. I shoved her head away and strode forward. Mother and Seria clung to each other, stumbling after me.

We set out toward Wolf Valley in the west. The goal was crystal clear.

The leader of the Wolf Valley bandits. Red Devil Beatrice. I would crush that arrogant bitch underfoot and rape her. I would ram my cum into her deepest place and make her my prey.

But we were only halfway through the forest path when it happened. The unpleasant birdcalls among the dense trees cut off. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath. The forest went dead quiet.

Rustle! Swish!

"S-Someone's there… Ian!"

Margaret pressed tight against my back, whispering in a trembling voice. I stopped at once and adjusted my grip on the sword.

Between the thick trees, a bone-chilling killing intent washed over us.

"It's those bastards! Vice-Boss! That little shit is walking this way covered in blood!"

The dense undergrowth split open. One of the bandit stragglers who had fled earlier pointed and shouted. Behind him more than twenty of the main force poured out in a rush. In an instant they surrounded the three of us in a tight circle.

At their center stood a massive man. The one they called the Vice-Boss. A vicious spiked iron mace rested on his shoulder, beast-like eyes gleaming. He was a mountain of muscle easily two meters tall.

Fuck. Even at Level 7 this was too much. Twenty armed bandits plus that giant Vice-Boss all at once—I couldn't take them.

I quickly shoved Mother and Seria behind me.

"Kwahaha! You're telling me our scouting party got wiped by a little blood-smeared brat like that? Don't make me laugh!"

The Vice-Boss slammed his mace into the ground with a boom that made the earth shudder.

"It's true, I swear! That bastard suddenly got monster-fast and cut the brothers down in a blink!"

"Shut your mouth! Your eyes must've been fucked. Hey! I'll take that brat's head myself. You lot grab those bitches hiding behind him! Look at those tits and hips—ripe and ready to be chewed up!"

The moment the order dropped, the beast-like men drooled and charged.

"Kyaaaaaah! Ian! Save me!"

"Stay away! Get back!"

Bandit underlings swarmed from every direction. I swung my sword and sheared through the shoulder of the first one to reach me.

Slash!

"Gyaaaah! My arm!"

But the rest, smelling blood, piled on without hesitation. I desperately lashed out with sword strikes, trying to hold a defensive line.

"You motherfuckers! Come any closer and I'll split your skulls in half!"

Then a huge shadow fell over my head.

"Eyes off me, you rat bastard!"

The Vice-Boss's massive spiked mace tore through the air. The whistle of its passage was sharp enough to split eardrums.

BOOM—!

I barely rolled clear. The mace slammed into the ground, exploding dirt skyward. The earth cratered deep; flying shards grazed my cheek and drew blood. My formation completely collapsed.

"Seria!"

When I whipped my head around, five bandits already had her arms and legs locked down. She thrashed, pinned flat to the dirt.

"Hehehe, this bitch's cunt already reeks of 'fuck me' juice."

"Brothers, we'll taste this fresh one's holes first!"

"Ian! Iaaaaan! No, please! Let go, you filthy bastards! Get off me!"

Seria screamed until her throat tore. She kicked her legs wildly, but she could not break free of the muscle-bound men's iron grips. One bandit seized the collar of her thin dress and ripped it sideways like an animal.

Riiip—!

"Kyaaaaaaah!!"

Her full white breasts burst free and bounced in the open air, pink nipples completely exposed.

"Kwahahaha! Look at the size of those tits! Milk's gonna pour right out!"

One filthy hand clamped hard on her plump breast and kneaded it roughly. Another yanked her skirt all the way up. Her white thighs and the swollen pussy I had just fucked were laid bare. Dried cum and love juices still glistened there. The bandits swallowed hard.

"This fucking whore—thought she was a virgin but somebody already drilled her! White stuff's dripping out of the hole!"

"Even better! A used cunt clamps tighter! I'm sticking my cock in this bitch first!"

They fought to unzip and pull out their black, ugly weapons.

"No! Seria! Don't you touch my daughter! You filthy animals!"

Margaret, who had been trembling on the ground, screamed with bloody tears. She lunged at the bandits, trying to bite the arm of the one pinning Seria.

"This slut's gone crazy!"

Thud!

A bandit boot slammed into Margaret's gut.

"Guh…!"

She tumbled across the dirt with a dull rupture of sound, spitting red blood.

"Mooom! Nooo!"

Seria wailed for her mother. Margaret clutched her belly, shaking violently. Her gaze drifted through empty air, then locked onto me—bloody sword in hand, barely dodging the Vice-Boss's mace, gasping for breath. Her eyes began to tremble. She remembered every word I had spoken back in that shabby hut.

"Ian… Ian! Mom's right here!"

She started crawling across the ground. Muddy hands clutched her skirt.

"Mom will… Mom will give you everything! Please save your sister!"

Like a beast she crawled up and locked her arms around my legs.

"Ha, you serious right now? Those fucks are right in front of us and you're offering your hole here?"

"Do it! Right now! Shove it in! Ram that horrible huge cock of yours into Mom's cunt and get your strength! I can't let those animal bastards rape my daughter Seriaaaa!"

She looked half out of her mind. Tears and snot smeared her face as she howled. Without a shred of hesitation she yanked her skirt all the way up to her chest. No panties. Thick black pubic hair, a mature pussy already flaring open and dripping with heat, completely exposed.

"Kwahahaha! Look at that crazy bitch!"

The bandits stripping Seria froze and stared.

"Her daughter's about to get her cunt wrecked and the mother is spreading her legs begging for her own son's cock!"

"Hey, lady! That little brat's dick won't even register!"

"We'll smash your womb with our big cocks, so just wait with your legs open! Hehehe!"

They clutched their bellies and rolled with laughter at Mother's shameful display. Filthy mockery and crude jokes filled the forest. But Margaret paid no attention to the jeers or the dozens of leering eyes. Only the mad maternal instinct to save her daughter had drowned out every scrap of reason.

"Hurry… hurry and fuck me, Ian! Ngh, hic…! I don't care if it tears—dump a load of your cum deep in Mom's hole and level up already! Hurryyyy!"

She finally brought both hands between her own thighs and spread her swollen, plump pussy lips wide. The same hole I had once come out of now gaped and begged vulgarly for cock and cum.

"Ha, fuck. That's seriously hot."

I smirked and roughly yanked down my zipper. My own mother spreading her legs in desperation to save her daughter. My lower body was already swollen, veins bulging obscenely. The massive iron-hard weapon sprang free of my pants.

"Guh! L-Look at the size of that bastard's cock! Is he a monster?!"

One bandit staggered back in shock at the sight of my dick.

"Mom. Back at the hut was just a taste. This time get ready to get fucked to the absolute end of your womb, deep into the bone. Even if you beg that you're dying, I won't pull out until every drop of cum is emptied."

"Yes…! Aah! Good! Even if my guts tear, please fuck me hard… hic, kyaaaaaaah!!"

Not a second of hesitation. I seized the hips of my mother, who ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was face-down on the ground ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠with her legs spread, in a beast's grip. Her pussy, slick and glistening with juices. I aimed my huge glans and slammed it in to the root in one merciless thrust.

Schlick! Crunch!

"Kyaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!"

"Krrgh… fuck! She's clamping so goddamn tight! Look at her squeezing her cunt lips just to save her daughter!"

"Haaaang! I-Ian! Ngh, sob… you animal… my son's cock… all the way to my deepest place… aaaaah! It's tearing meee!"

I immediately began hammering my hips like a madman. I forced her thick thighs wide and fixed them, then snapped my waist in brutal thrusts.

Thud! Thwack! Schlick! Squish! Crunch!

On my knees in the dirt I pounded her massive ass. Every time my pelvis slammed home, Mother's breasts, pressed to the ground, bounced violently up and down. The wet slap of flesh on flesh and the filthy squelching of her soaked hole rang out in every direction.

"Kwahaha! That crazy bastard! He's actually fucking his own mother's cunt right in the middle of a battlefield!"

"Woooah! Fuck, look at the mom's tits bouncing!"

The bandits stared, horrified yet drooling, unable to look away.

The status window's crimson messages flooded my vision like mad. An overwhelming storm of pleasure and the urge to cum crashed into my lower body. Without hesitation I called the skill in my mind.

Forced Orgasm—activate!

"Mom! If you want to save your daughter, feel it properly! Pant under me like a bitch in heat!"

"Hic?! W-What…! Ah! Aaaaaaang!! I-It's weird!!"

The instant Forced Orgasm slammed into her brain, Margaret's body arched like a bow struck by lightning and launched into the air. The solemn, sacred maternal love that had driven her to save her daughter evaporated without a trace. Only the supreme pleasure hammering her brain directly ruled her flesh completely.

"Haaaang! Ian! Son! Ah, aah! Good! Smash Mom's pussy harder!! Deeper!! Your cock is too thiiick!!"

Her eyes rolled pure white. Thick drool spilled from the corner of her mouth as she slammed her own ass back hard in time with my merciless thrusts, desperate to drive her son's cock even deeper into her belly. She clenched and released her cunt muscles over and over like a madwoman, spraying clear love juices in fountains.

Schlick-crunch! Squish! Thud! Thwack!

"Fuck, it's flooding like a goddamn river! Feels good getting railed under the excuse of saving your daughter, doesn't it? Huh?!"

"Aaaang! I don't know! Daughter or whatever, I don't caaare! Son's cock! Impregnate Mom's deepest place with a huge load of your cummm! Fuck meee!!"

My own mother, reason completely gone, fallen into the realm of beasts. Her vulgar, filthy screams echoed through the blood-reeking forest of Wolf Valley.

"Cumming in your cunt!!"

"Haaang! Give it to meee! All of your son's semen!! Ram it all the way deep!!"

I gripped her pelvic bones hard enough to crush them. Like a beast I drew my hips far back, then slammed my massive cock home in one stroke.

Brrrrrrrrrr!!! Schliiick!! Blurt! Gulp!

A massive torrent of scorching, thick cum erupted like a bursting dam, a waterfall pouring out. It packed Mother's womb without a single gap left empty.

"Hiiiiiiik…!!! Krrrngh…! Haaang…"

Mother convulsed like an aspen, tongue hanging long. Eyes rolled back, face planted in the dirt, she collapsed as if fainting. Excess white cum that could not fit gurgled and reverse-flowed from her flushed, gaping hole.

And then the long-awaited moment of reward slammed into my skull.

Every blood vessel in my body swelled as if about to burst. Level 9. Completely different from before. With a single breath it felt like the entire forest's air was being sucked into my lungs—raw vitality like that.

"Hoo…"

I slowly pulled my cock free from between Mother's still-twitching ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠thighs, where my cum ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠continued to drip and trickle. It came out with a wet schlick. I zipped my pants up leisurely and turned my head.

In front of me still stood dozens of bandits, staring blankly, minds blown by the incest show they had just witnessed. And Seria, pinned to the ground, pouring tears of pure terror and shock.

"K-Khem! Hey! We enjoyed the crazy bastard's fuck show, but now I'll tear that neck of yours off!"

Sensing the wrongness in the air, the Vice-Boss hurriedly readjusted his grip on the mace—

BOOM—!

The hard dirt under my feet cratered as if a bomb had gone off. My body was already standing right in front of the Vice-Boss twenty paces away, as if I had teleported.

"Wh…?"

His huge eyes filled with shock; he had no time to react. I poured the newly acquired skill—Sword Qi—into the old sword in my hand. A cold blue aura of mana bloomed along the blade. I casually swept the sword sideways across his massive waist.

Slash—!

A clean, frictionless cutting sound with zero resistance. The Vice-Boss's huge upper body sheared off on a smooth diagonal.

"Guh… urg…?"

The upper half slid free, spraying a fountain of blood high into the sky. Thud! Boom! With dull impacts his guts and blood rained in every direction. The bisected corpse of the Vice-Boss formed a pool of blood.

"V-Vice-Boss!!"

"Th-That bastard's sword glowed! That's Sword Qi! Impossible!"

The unbelievable, horrific slaughter that had unfolded in an instant. The faces of the twenty bandits turned paper-white. I wiped the Vice-Boss's hot blood from my face with the back of my hand and grinned. Blood droplets falling from the blade soaked the earth.

"Alright, you fuckers. You got a free show of me spreading my own mother's cunt and fucking her—time to pay the price. I'll take it out of your lives."

With that I swung the sword like a madman. Level 9's overwhelming stats and the destructive power of Sword Qi. In front of them their rusty weapons and leather armor might as well have been paper. Any resistance was meaningless. It was a one-sided massacre.

Clang! Slash! Thrust!

"Gyaaaaah! My leg! My leeeeg!"

Every time the sword flashed, bandits' arms and legs went flying through the air. Throats were severed and heads rolled. Those with split bellies clutched their spilling intestines and begged for their lives. Blood, flesh, and shattered bone fragments rained down.

"Run! That thing's a monster! A demon bastard!"

"Save meee! Please!"

In the middle of the sticky pool of blood, the only one left alive—Seria—trembled like an aspen leaf.