Alisa Interlude: Decapitated Onahole Ecstasy ♥
The one clutching Alisa's severed body was the small-statured man who'd just taken a beating from the captain moments ago. They were all death-row criminals for heinous crimes, though each had their own rap sheet. Most had been caught pirating, often with extra atrocities tacked on that sealed their fates. But the little guy drooling over Alisa? He was a special breed of monster.
He'd kidnapped women—virgins from coastal villages, elderly wives, girls fresh from their coming-of-age rites, countless others—chopped off their limbs, turned them into shipboard onaholes, and when he tired of them, fed them to the fish. Dozens of times. At just 160 cm tall, his limbs were thick as tree trunks, packing the raw power to hurl a fully armored knight. No man could match him, and women? They never stood a chance.
"D-dead? Is she dead?"
The blade of the 2-meter giant's broadsword dripped with blood and flecks of flesh. He shook it clean without a word, then grunted, "With her head sliced clean off, you think she'd still be kicking?"
He wasn't wrong. Blood gushed from the unknown beauty's severed throat, her trachea and esophagus twitching visibly. Any normal person would've fainted at the sight—but not this crowd. They grimaced in disgust, sure, but fear? None of them. Every last one had killed before, at least once.
"Chopping the head right off—what a damn waste."
One of the older sailors muttered it, and yeah, it was a shame. But without knowing what magic or tricks she might pull, killing her dead was the smart play. That was the consensus among the condemned.
Blood soaked her neck downward, turning everything crimson. These men lusted after anything with a hole, but even for a knockout like her, a headless slab of twitching meat with esophagus and windpipe gaping? No thanks. Except for one guy.
"The corpse. If you're tossing it anyway, mind if I have some fun with it first?"
The little man stared blankly at the body, then bowed obsequiously. The others shuddered but nodded. They gave him thirty minutes to play.
The ship had to swing wide around the open sea now, looping back to imperial waters. They'd already plunged into the black currents—turning back would take ages, and the strain on every man aboard would be brutal. No more delays.
He tore into her black robe, ripping it away in shreds.
"Ooooh...!!"
He whooped like he'd struck gold. Porcelain skin, massive tits, cinched waist—the pinnacle of womanhood, better than any he'd ever laid eyes on. Sure, she was drenched in blood, head lopped clean off, but that only stoked his fire hotter. Had to be nobility, or someone with equivalent wealth and pull. He'd fucked plenty, but never a highborn lady from a powerful house. Raping the empress daily was his ultimate fantasy, and this felt like a taste of it. Bliss washed over him.
His rough hands dove straight for her breasts.
"Woooah?!!"
He yelped in shock, a scream of rapture. They were plump, firm, bursting with give—beyond words, even for a man who'd rutted cows and pregnant women alike. He buried his face in one, slurping at the nipple like a starved beast while mauling the other, squeezing like he meant to rip it free. How could fat sacks like these stay so taut, elastic, massive, and perfectly shaped? He couldn't hold back. His rock-hard cock plunged in.
He snatched up her head, rolling on the deck. The cut surface revealed a grotesque face: seductive lips stretched wide, long tongue lolling out, eyes rolled back white, drool and snot streaming.
"You... fucking bitch!!"
Grabbing her hair, he hoisted the head high and lapped up every drop oozing from her face. Sweet and tangy, that young woman's skin flavor. He bucked his hips, churning his dick inside her.
Still warm. No rigor mortis yet. He pistoned savagely, hell-bent on wrecking her pussy, pausing now and then to kiss the severed head. Such a lofty bitch, reduced to this. This time, he pressed his lips to the raw stump—not the mouth, the cut. Smack. Smack. Sluuuurp.
No mere meat. This was a beauty's windpipe and esophagus sliced open—the tube for swallowing food, spit, breaths in and out, and someday some stud's cum. "Slurp. Slurrrrp!! Oh! Ooooh!! Slurp!" Fishy esophagus tang, blood, raw meat licked fresh. Even her throat tasted divine. Lost in the intoxicating savor, he unloaded. Spurt! Spuuuurt!! A torrent of cum flooded her depths.
One load down, and she was still warm. Felt alive. Headless or not, no woman had ever milked him better. Tits, pussy, belly, legs, skin, face, lips. Even the wriggling innards below the neck—all his.
The little man shoved his blood-smeared face against hers for a kiss, forcing his tongue into her slack lips, pumping saliva one-sidedly. More. More. MORE. He craved it. Dead nearly half an hour, yet she pulsed like the living. Even now, her tongue tangled with his, alive.
Kissing her severed face, he blinked in confusion. Eyes that should've gone dull gleamed with inner light. He froze—but her tongue kept writhing. Eyes that should show only whites quivered, shifted, locked onto his.
Alive.
Realization hit. Ice prickled deep in his spine. She nipped his tongue—chomp—a feather-light bite. That texture, her eyes curving in a smirk... He hurled the head away, screaming.
"Gaaaaaaaah?!!!"
He slammed back against the wall, crumpling. Her head smacked it too, then rolled. Thump-thump. Roll-roll. Eyes meeting his the whole way.
"───Ah........♡"
Air-heavy words leaked from those lips. No lungs or windpipe—severed folk can't speak. But a raspy, cracked voice emerged anyway.
"─────Mooore....♡"
".....More?"
He parroted like a bird, dazed. More? What the hell did that mean?
"───Mooore♡ Giiiive iiit toooo meeeee────♡♡ Aaah ♡♡ Aaaaaah ♡♡♡"
Twitch. Writh-writhe. Veins bulged on her forehead. Mad eyes flashed. Vertebrae burst from her neck, snaking out to link with her sprawled torso.
".........H-heek...!!"
Her spine-fused cackle was overwhelming. Primordial terror gripped him. As neck rejoined, her words drowned in a weird, fearful, seductive roar.
The long spine yanked her head back, fully reconnecting neck to body. Restored to pre-severance state, she advanced on him, nude and blood-drenched.
Even now, her lewd body ignited his lust. No—stronger than before. He yearned to defile this transcendent horror, smear that eerie-grinning pretty face. Smash his fists into it hundreds of times, pound her chiseled abs mercilessly.
Face numb with terror and desire, he stared up. Reason? Gone. Only death-fear and unprecedented horniness remained.
"..........Oh my. Oh my. Oh my oh my oh my? You're even harder than when you fucked my body♡?"
His one pride: that sturdy cock. And now, in this nightmare? Bigger, thicker, unyieldingly erect.
He swallowed hard. Death soon?
"................Go on. Command me♡"
".........Huh?"
Braced for doom in abject terror, unexpected words reached him.
"Anything. Command it♡ A maso bitch like me, who only thinks of filthy meat play♡ Begging a lowly mutt like you♡ Step on me, crush me, rip my tits, smash my womb—whatever♡ Go on♡ Make me feel good from this belly♡ I'm kneeling for you♡♡ Right now, I'm♡ Your lowly monkey's♡♡ Monster Onahole♡♡"
Taller, sleeker, tougher. A lethally erotic monster woman beyond impossibility knelt, begging.
He clenched his fists. That arrogant smile, her pussy, ass, womb—he'd shatter them all. Make her his.