Pig-Man. King's Onahole Destiny♡ Long-Awaited Quadruple Amputation♡
In the end, with no better options, my proposal was accepted. Lena still seemed reluctant about bringing in outsiders—probably due to the elves' stuffy, insular nature—but with no alternatives, she gave her approval. After hours of strategy meetings and preparations, I set off toward the pig-men's territory dressed only in underwear, playing the role of sacrificial offering. My restraints looked straight out of a BDSM rope bondage scene. They said I could just go as I was, but I wanted to make a sow-like first impression from the start if possible.
The elves fretted over my safety, but when I explained I had secret magic suited for a place like this, they seemed convinced. "Magic" felt like a cure-all in this world, but without it, the elves never would have sent me off as a sacrifice. (It was far too barbaric an act otherwise.) The distance wasn't far, and with the elves' exceptional spatial awareness guiding us, reaching the pig-men's territory was no trouble at all.
"Oh...."
In the midst of a forest thick with verdant greenery, human skulls stood like trophies. It was as if they marked the entrance to their village and territory, though the sight was stark and desolate. The skulls lined one side of the path like some human torii gate.
"Ugh...."
Lena, gripping my ropes, stared at the displayed skulls in disgust. Near them hung various trinkets, and on the trees dangled ropes, cloaks, and red cloths. Straw figures like scarecrows stood nearby, their faces made from flayed human skin. It might turn the stomach of most, but I was thrilled.
Pretty systematic, huh?♡ It's like the goblin camp, but with a stronger vibe of repulsive, lowly rejects...♡
It evoked a different impression from the vile lowest of creatures, the goblins.
"Alisa. They're up ahead."
That thought was short-lived; just as Lena said, pig-men stood before us, weapons in hand. More were closing in from behind. Even if someone panicked and fled, traps lined the areas off the path—enough to guarantee instant slaughter for men and a lifetime as a quadruple-amputee onahole for women. A terrifying crisis.
Unlike the tense Lena, Rin cleared her throat briefly and bellowed.
"Ahem! We are pilgrims who worship you! We offer this prime female specimen as tribute!"
Lena and Rin had fully cloaked themselves in hoods and cast voice-altering magic. No way would they leave top-tier females like them alone, even as tribute-bearers. Unlike the petite Rin with her modest chest and hips, they had voluptuous figures rivaling mine—Lena especially needed tight compression bandages and layers of baggy hoods to hide her curves.
The pig-men approached slowly. Their presence, once just a feeling, came into sharp view. Fanged faces with pig snouts, muscular bodies. But their patchy skin bore red, disease-like blotches. Individuals varied: bulging-muscled pigs, pot-bellied tadpole-like ones, even pint-sized dwarfs. One common thread—they all wore human body parts as trophies. Skin cloaks, fingers, noses, skulls, dangling like spoils of war.
The overall effect made the ground feel like it didn't exist, but they approached me with cautious, unexcited steps.
"................Ha♡"
The moment they drew near, I felt Lena flinch behind me. Dozens of them, reeking ferociously. If goblins smelled of pure musk, tentacles and bugs of bodily fluids and fishiness, these exuded potent pheromones—the scent of studs. Not men. Studs. Beastly stench mixed with ammonia, concentrated piss. Unlike humans, it carried rancid butter, sewer rot, and spoiled eggs, but together it screamed stud to me. I wanted to rate this tongue-tingling aroma highly just from the sniff.
They stared at me for a long while, then glanced at Rin and Lena behind. Bandages wrapped our faces, making gender hard to discern at a glance. But peel off hoods or clothes, and it was over. They wouldn't spare prime females, so Rin and Lena would need to bolt. Not that I planned to.♡
"Gruk! Gruk! Human! Female! Human? Tribute?"
Glancing between me and the two behind, a pig-man placed a hand on my ample breasts.
"Ah♡"
He lifted them from below, then squeezed hard. I tried not to feel it too much, accepting the sensation.
"Kruk! Kuruk!! Prime! Prime quality! So full! Tits!"
The pig-man who groped me shouted excitedly to his comrades. The others reacted wildly, grunting kuruk kuruk, drumming human-skin drums strapped to their bellies, surging toward us. I felt Lena shrink behind me, but luckily, their frenzy ignored her and Rin now.
"Prime! Prime quality!"
"Breed her tits for milk! Lots!"
"Grind 'em into fertilizer!"
"No! Make her birth young!"
"Offer to the king first!"
Horrific, brutal words that thrilled me to my core. My pussy naturally slickened. No—not yet. Hold it in. As I clenched down, the largest, most intelligent-looking pig-man stepped forward.
"Gruk! Tribute. Offered. Pilgrims. What do you want?"
Just as planned. Rin behind me spoke slowly. Her acting and disguise were flawless; the pig-men bought it hook, line, and sinker, offering them booze and food. Hunting local beasts and smearing themselves in blood and pig shit had clearly helped.
After that, I parted from Rin and Lena. As a freshly sacrificed slave, I couldn't stay with them. If all went well, they'd be hosted in pig-man territory, mingling while searching for magic artifacts—and nightly stealing from the depths of their breeding grounds for days. For me? Simple. As tribute, let them exploit me however. Dismembered, fed upon, or ensnared by erotic tentacle beasts for endless orgasms. It was exploitation either way.
Lena double-checked if I was really okay, sounding worried, but I brushed it off with vague talk of good magic and skills. In this world, "magic" held incredible power.
"........."
Imagining what awaited, I couldn't hold back. My intricate ropes grew soaked. Did they smell my female scent? The pigs, stinking of repulsive stud-musk, closed in.
"Gurook! In heat! Heat-slut female!"
"Breeding! Toss in the pit!"
"No! King's onahole!"
"King's onahole......?"
Was this tribe's king into that? Tilting my head, the burly pig-man beside me nodded.
"You. Big. So pussy wide. Can take it."
"......Huh?"
So the pig-king was huge, packing a massive cock ordinary women couldn't handle. But I wasn't that big. And wide pussy? Thanks to regeneration, mine stayed in perfect condition always. "Cumrag cunt" was spot-on.
I followed their lead into a cage. Blood and flesh flecked the bleak wooden bars. They hoisted my cage effortlessly onto a monstrous giant pig's back. Like livestock to slaughter. Déjà vu from some past ordeal hit as I headed deep into pig-man territory.
"Arrived. Gruk!"
How long? A moment? An eternity? Brushing aside my senses, they opened the cage, led me to a massive building. Crude architecture, but not purely primitive—perhaps built on some old human settlement. A vast medieval village interior, macabre with human bones, taxidermied skins, and body parts hung everywhere.
I glanced around casually as they herded me to the back, but no pig-king. Just scattered meat, weapons, tools, flayed human skins.
"Um... where's the pig-king?"
I asked. The pig ignored me, slashing my BDSM ropes with a knife like they were in the way.
"Agh?!"
Rough cut nicked my skin, drawing blood. Ignoring it, they swarmed, grabbing my limbs, slamming my back onto a table like a surgical slab.
"Kreek!"
No way♡ No way this is♡ Ecstasy and anticipation flooded me. Long overdue. Like pros, restraints locked me down in seconds, preventing resistance.
"C-can't... escape...♡"
I murmured fearfully. A bitch's scared whimper was sweet aphrodisiac for studs.
"Kruk....! King's females all fled or fought. So we cut first."
Explaining so kindly♡ Brutal yet thoughtful. Pussy juice gushed. The insane pain of amputation awaited. Brain-melting pleasure leaked out.
"Kruk....! Do it."
A hugely fat pig-man with thick forearms waddled up. Like an orc, but more viscerally repulsive. He hefted a massive harpoon-like knife, rusted and crusted with blood and flesh. No clean cut here.
Shing, the blade rose. Honey poured from my pussy.
It's coming♡ Coming coming coming coming coming coming coming coming——
CRACK! THUD!
"———KYAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!♡♡"