The Limb-Severed Onahole Climaxing

"Get up."

My gaze fell on the two women crumpled on the floor.

My fourth older sister Seria, and Margaret—the woman who had given birth to me.

Seria was trembling violently, both hands clenched tight around the tatters of her torn clothes. The sharp clack of her teeth chattering rang loud in the silence.

Margaret was on all fours, panting hard.

"Haa... haa..."

Between her splayed thighs, from the swollen hole, the cloudy semen I had pumped into her mixed with blood and dripped steadily onto the ground.

"What ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the fuck are you shaking for?"

I strode over and slapped Seria's cheek hard with a blood-smeared hand.

"Kyaah!"

Seria screamed and toppled sideways. I seized her hair roughly and yanked her head up.

"I tore those trash bastards apart so they couldn't even lay a finger on you. You should be smiling and thanking me."

"Hic, huuk... th-thank you... Ian..."

Seria stammered, tears streaming down her face. I shoved her head back to the floor and kicked Margaret's ass with my military boot.

"Thud!"

"Aah!"

"You too, Mom. Snap out of it. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠The hunt isn't over. When I tell you to spread your cunt, you spread it. When I give you cock juice, you shut up and swallow. Stop sniveling and follow me."

I turned and strode deeper into the cave. Rustle, rustle. Behind me came the sound of the two women staggering after my footsteps.

I passed through the narrow path between massive rock walls. The cave interior flickered red under dozens of torches. Animal hides and skulls hung on the walls; chests of plundered gold and silver and barrels of liquor lay scattered across the floor.

And at the very back of the cave, in front of a massive chair woven from beast bones, a woman stood with arms crossed, gripping a huge greatsword.

Leader of the western Wolf Valley bandits—Red Devil Beatrice.

Her breasts, swollen to the point of bursting, heaved roughly up and down with every breath. Below her short leather shorts, thick, solidly muscled thighs stretched out.

"You're telling me the little blood-snot who cut down more than twenty of my men is a brat like you?"

Beatrice yanked her greatsword—as tall as she was—free from the floor in one motion. The heavy mass of steel hummed as it sliced the air. She rested the flat of the blade on her shoulder and twisted her lips into a smirk.

"Looks like you got lucky and awakened some mana so you can play knight. I've chopped regular army knights into pieces by the truckload with this sword."

She spat a thick wad of phlegm onto the ground.

"I'll tear those skinny little arms and legs of yours clean off and toss them to the wolves for dinner tonight."

I listened to her threats and slowly raised my sword. My eyes started at her red irises, slid down over her heaving massive tits, and lingered stickily on her firm copper-toned hips.

"Long tongue you've got."

I curled my lips into a cold sneer.

"You're looking pretty fucking delicious for experience points. Big tits, thick legs—gonna feel good to fuck."

"What?"

Beatrice's brows twisted in rage.

"But that mouth of yours is too loud, so your shelf life is short. Shut the fuck up and get on your knees. Help me level up by taking my cock juice deep in your gut, you whore."

"You fucking bastard son of a bitch, I'll rip that mouth of yours open!!"

Beatrice roared with explosive force and launched herself forward, kicking off the ground.

KRAAAAAANG—!

The massive greatsword tore through the air and came crashing straight down toward the crown of my head.

"Slow."

PAAAT—!

The dirt beneath my feet cratered. Beatrice's greatsword smashed into the spot where I had been standing, sending rock shards flying in every direction.

"Wha...?"

Beatrice's body lurched forward from the rebound of the empty swing, eyes wide. She hurriedly twisted her shoulder to recover the greatsword.

I slipped into her perfect blind spot on her right flank. Sword aura wrapped tightly around the edge of my worn blade, humming. I swung hard horizontally at her right arm.

SEEEEEEGAK—!!

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!"

The leather armor tore like paper, followed by the horrific grinding of bone and flesh separating. Her thick right arm, still gripping the greatsword, was severed clean off. The arm tumbled across the floor still clutching the sword, producing a dull metallic clang.

"M-my arm!! Kyaaaaah!!"

Beatrice twisted, trying to clutch the stump. I didn't stop. I snapped my wrist and drew the blade the other way.

PUUUUUK!!

"AAAAAAAH!!"

Her remaining left forearm went flying through the air as well. Blood rained down like droplets, soaking the cave floor.

I ducked below her line of sight and unleashed a rapid cross-shaped series of strikes at both thighs.

PUAAAK! SEOGUK!!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!"

Beneath the leather shorts, her solidly extended legs were cleanly severed above the knees. Losing her center of gravity, Beatrice's grotesque torso flopped face-first into the pool of blood on the ground.

The fight had lasted only three seconds from the start.

"Haaah... hah... kuh-heuk... kkeuuuuk...!"

Beatrice lay sprawled, gasping. Blood gushed in thick pulses from the four stumps, dyeing the dirt bright red. Her face had gone white with pain and shock. In her eyes, the arrogant killing intent from moments ago had been replaced by raw, animal terror.

"I-impossible... m-monster... devil bastard..."

She rubbed the stumps of her legs against the floor, wriggling backward like a worm in a desperate attempt to escape.

I casually planted my blood-dripping sword into the ground. Thud, thud. I walked up to her head, seized her red hair roughly, and yanked her up.

"Kkeuk...!"

"What's wrong? You said you chop knights by the truckload? Crying and snotting and trying to crawl away just because you lost four limbs? Real classy."

"Spare... spare me... please... please spare me..."

Beatrice begged, rubbing the stumps of her arms against my pant leg. Her lips trembled like aspen leaves.

"Th-the gold and silver I've collected... the treasure deeper in the cave... I'll give you all of it... just my life... hic...!"

With one hand still twisted in her hair, I used the other to yank down the zipper of my pants. The massive thing that had swollen viciously from the thrill of slaughter sprang free, hard as iron, twitching in the air.

"Treasure? I'll just take that myself after I cut your fucking head off."

I flicked the precum beading at the tip of my glans onto her lips.

"Hiiik...!"

She thrashed, trying to turn her head away, but my grip crushed any movement.

"But even ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠with every limb chopped off, that mouth of yours still looks useful as a meat toilet. Get ready to take my cock juice. Open wide, you fucking bitch."

I seized her jaw roughly and twisted with raw strength, forcing her mouth wide open. Her red oral cavity and white teeth were exposed. Without hesitation I drove my raging, blood-red cock mercilessly all the way between her lips.

UWEK! JJIGEUK! PUUK!

"Eup!! Eup!! Eueoeoeup!!"

Choking, gagging sounds exploded. I locked both hands on the back of her head and slammed my hips like a beast, burying the massive length deep into her esophagus.

Beatrice's tongue was crushed beneath my cock shaft; her narrow throat was forced open.

"Keuk... throat's squeezing so fucking tight."

I clenched my teeth and started thrashing my hips, shaking her skull.

Puk! Puk! Jjigeogeok! Jjigeuk! Peok!

"Eueup!! Kkeueup!! Keok!! Keok!!"

Under my merciless piston thrusts her jaw joint rattled as if it would dislocate. The wet, sticky sound of flesh grinding on flesh never stopped. Her limbless torso flopped against the floor in time with the rebound of my hips. Every time my cock crushed her windpipe and stabbed deep into her esophagus, Beatrice's throat swelled as if it would burst. Tears and snot mixed from the agony of suffocation and ran down my shaft. Spit leaked from her unclosed lips and dripped to the floor.

"Keok... keoheok... eup!! Kkeureureuk...!"

Unable to breathe, her eyes rolled back as she convulsed and choked. I called the skill in my mind that would shatter her brain.

"Eup?! Kkeueueueueup!!!"

Pajik—!

A strange wave flowed from my cock into her throat. Beatrice's torso arched up like a fish leaping from water.

"Hieup!! Hwaaat!! Eup! Eueueueup!! Haaang!!"

It felt like the last thread of her reason snapped. Even as she was dying, she began greedily sucking and pecking at my glans with her throat.

Jjigeogeok! Jjororok! Chuk! Puk! Puk!

"Kwahahahat! Feels like you're choking to death but sucking my cock still tastes like honey, doesn't it, you whore?!"

I yanked her hair harder and slammed all the way in.

"Eueup! Euaaang! Kkeueueup!! Churreup... chureup...!!"

Bizarre sounds leaked from her esophagus. Even as she was dying with her airway sealed, Beatrice stretched her mouth wider, frantic to swallow my cock deeper. Saliva exploded in her mouth and overflowed like love juices.

Red status windows filled the air. A beastly urge to cum surged through my lower body.

"Fuck, hah, hah, hah—"

I slammed my hips with enough force to completely tear her deepest esophagus. I sealed her airway perfectly.

Puk! PUUUUUUUK!!!

"Kkeureureuk... keok... keok... chuk..."

Beatrice's pupils lost focus and rolled pure white. Oxygen cut off, yet her tongue still convulsed, madly licking and sucking my massive length.

"You fucking bitch. Choke down my cum and die!!"

BYURURURURURUK!!! JJIIIIIIK!! BYUREUT! BYURURREUK!! GULUK!

Hot, thick semen erupted like a volcano. It packed her narrow esophagus and windpipe full, completely plugging her airway and surging backward into her lungs. Finally the overflow that filled her throat shot up through her nostrils.

"Kkeugeuk... guluk... guluk... puheup...!"

Cloudy cock juice gushed from Beatrice's nostrils like a fountain. Her torso thrashed and convulsed violently on the floor. Sticky semen drooled from her nostrils and lips.

I slowly pulled my cock free from her slack, dead mouth.

"Haa..."

The semen that had filled her mouth stretched in long silver threads as it spilled out.

I pulled up my pants, soaked in blood and cum. The metallic click of the zipper and belt fastening echoed through the cave.

"I-Ian... uk... uuuk...!"

Gagging sounds came from behind. Sister Seria and Mother Margaret. The two women had witnessed the horrific corpse, their legs giving out so they collapsed trembling on the floor. Seria covered her mouth with both hands and retched; Margaret stared wide-eyed, panting as she looked back and forth between the corpse and me.

I wiped the sweat from my chin with a bloodied hand.

"It's over. Go inside and grab everything useful. And find some water to wash with."

I kicked Beatrice's severed arm lying at my feet and gave the order.