The Demon in Her Womb
Dantalion's favorite book♡ Flip flip!♡
"Ah, ahak, hahahaak, hahahahaha!!"
Squelch♡ Squelch♡
The ridged rod scraped at the insides of her urethra.
"Feels good...? You like it this much when I poke around in your piss hole instead of your pussy?"
"Eunh, eahat, kyahahaak, yes, uuunh! Deeper, deeper inside!!"
I could see her massive tits jiggling as she burst into hysterical laughter, drenched in ecstasy and rapture.
Is it that good? I was curious, but no way in hell did I want anyone doing this to me.
"Alright, time to clean out that pussy nice and thorough~."
"Do it, do it...!!"
Her reaction was so over the top, I almost doubted if this was really Acturus, one of the Supreme 4. Even from my perspective as her trainer, driving her insane like this, the change was astonishing.
"How do you ask for it properly?"
"P-please do it, I beg you!"
Her polite speech, all meek and obedient, was kinda cute.
"Good girl. Now spread that pussy wide while I scrub deeper inside your urethra."
"H-here...!"
She strained to lift her hips, desperate for me to scratch that unbearable itch deep in her urethra.
I pressed the rod's ridges even tighter against her clit and scraped furiously.
Shiver!♡
She must have felt a jolt of pleasure shooting up her spine.
Like finally giving in and scratching a mosquito bite that's been driving you mad—that sweet relief from your fingernails!
Thrash!♡ Thrash!♡
This was ten, a hundred times that. A whole different breed of pleasure from orgasm.
I pistoned diligently, over and over.
Squelch♡ Squelch♡
"Aheek!♡ Ohook♡ Heuk♡ Haaahk♡"
It was like cooking meat slathered in thick sauce. Layering second and third coats of sauce onto the urethra's mucosa, already soaked in seasoning, with more aphrodisiac-laced pussy juice.
No different from how drugs hooked you.
The cool slickness of the aphrodisiac juice and the bumpy silicone ridges quenched that itch only in this exact moment.
But this stimulation would make her even more sensitive, letting the aphrodisiac sink deeper into her swollen pussy walls.
A perfect vicious cycle.
Drip!♡ Drip♡
Her lower body completely limp, maybe, urine dribbled out powerlessly every time the rod stirred inside.
"A-aaah... haaaang...♡ Gonna cum, th-this time for real... gonna cuuum♡"
This should be enough.
"Time's up—fifteen seconds. I'm out."
"A-ah! Wait, just a sec, don't go, I'll call you whatever you want, just a little more...! Just a bit longer!"
"'Call you whatever'? Don't need that shit. You're getting too cocky. I'm sick of my future wife not knowing her place. Time to teach you a lesson."
That wasn't true submission—it was just a bargain.
Give me your approval, and in return, fuck my urethra and make me cum. A childish deal.
I had to drill it into her bones that her "approval" was worthless, straight from her heart, to get real surrender.
"Ah, time to eat and crash. See you tomorrow."
Acturus, who'd been thrashing and moaning in bliss moments ago, went pale and screamed.
"No!! Don't go, please!"
If her restraints were off, she'd probably be rubbing her palms together, begging.
This twisted torture I'd devised was brutally effective. Her judgment and reason seemed almost obliterated.
I never imagined the mighty Acturus would fall this low.
"I'll do it, I'll call you whatever, I'll behave, keep my eyes wide and pretty, and from now on, I'll keep every promise, do skinship every day without fail, please, please...."
Tears welled in her eyes as she pleaded. Her gaze was glazed over, nothing like her usual self. It felt a bit off, but I sensed this was the perfect moment to unlock the final stage of the Lamb's Bride.
Once the mystical rune in her womb converged to its final form, her pregnancy cravings would skyrocket even at rest.
Not this semi-forced consent through sex torture, but genuine desire for a baby from the heart.
And once that happened, Ishtar's holy whore ritual would be smooth sailing.
Wriggle wriggle
My cock throbbed in my pants, ready to burst; this would relieve it, make a baby, succeed the magic. Everything I'd dreamed of was within reach.
I slathered the ridged urethral rod with more aphrodisiac juice and aimed it back at Acturus's hole.
"Since you asked so nicely, I'll make an exception. Got it?"
"Heuk, yes, heeuk...♡"
If she had a tail, it'd be wagging like crazy.
"Good girl. Here it comes."
Splurt!♡
"Hooooook!!♡♡"
Scrape scrape scrape♡
I placed my hand on her lower belly, chanted the incantation, and ramped up the pace. "Go."
"Cumming, finally cumming cuuuuuming!!♡♡"
Spurt♡
Acturus arched her back like a bow, unleashing a massive gush of squirt. Spiritual waves emanated from her lower belly as the Lamb's Bride's final rune...
The rune...?
"Huh?"
Something was wrong with the rune.
The final Lamb's Bride rune I'd implanted was a fusion of 胎 (womb) for conception and 結 (knot) for energy coalescence. But the one emerging now was clearly distorted, warped in shape.
"Wait. Hold on."
I set the urethral rod aside and fixed my eyes on her lower belly.
I could feel it. It was definitely the Lamb's Bride wave, but the signature was off. Mine was Eastern talisman-style...
But this was...
I closed my eyes and focused, expanding my awareness to read the layers of the rune etched in her womb, one by one.
Amid the overlapping layers of my runes, nestled naturally as if it had always been there, was one alien intruder.
Pre-17th century Western occult sigil. Specifically, a fusion of Lemegeton sealing script and Goetia summoning circle.
My tongue went rigid in my mouth.
"Dantalion."
It was hers.
Legion commander of the 36th legion. Hell's grand duke with near-omniscient knowledge. Knows humanity's past, present, and future; masters all arts and secrets; pierces the souls of those who contact her.
The demon I'd summoned when I first planned to fight magical girls with magic—me, a talentless normie forcing occult gifts through contract.
My mind went blank.
Dantalion was inside Acturus? In my woman's womb...?
Grind
"Get... out."
Acturus was mine. My woman. Her body was mine. Her womb was mine. Where love's fruit would grow.
And some other bastard was in there.
"You fucking... bitch."
Blood surged to my head.
I'd kill Dantalion.
I didn't know how to kill a demon. Didn't know if it was even possible. I wasn't a magical girl; my occult talent was half-baked from a demon pact.
But right now, my head was filled with nothing but finding a way and killing her.
"Get out."
No answer from within. I called again.
"Get OUT!!"
『Kikikikik, figured it out that fast? So sensitive.』
"Get out of there."
『Scary. What's with the voice? What'd I do wrong?』
"Get out now, or I'll kill you. Somehow, some way, I'll make it happen!"
『Out? Why would I? It's nice and cozy here. Plenty of energy. Been a while since I feasted. I'm a creature of darkness, so I don't know much, but I get why humans treasure moms so much!』
Crunch, grind!
『Mad, huh~? Gonna kill me? How?』
I knew it too. Killing a demon? Lemegeton detailed summoning and binding, but annihilation? No such method. Humans couldn't kill demons, period.
But admitting that and letting the rage fade were two different things.
"Get out of my woman. Now."
『No thanks?』
"Dantalion."
『Why keep calling my name? It's tickling strangely.』
I was so furious, I started laughing instead.
"If you don't get out of my woman's body right this instant, I'll make you regret it. I will."
My blood pressure spiked; nosebleed gushing, eye vessels bursting with red tears.
『Sheesh. What a psycho. Daring to talk like that to me, Hell's grand duke. Crazier than Amon or Foras when it comes to pure madness. And you're just a puny human.』
I glared silently at the shimmering, transparent figure. She sighed— incongruously like an office worker exhausted from unpaid overtime.
『This is all your fault.』
"What?"
Why the hell was Dantalion in Acturus's body my fault?
『I didn't want to come in here.』
"What the hell are you talking about?"
『You borrowed my power. Offered your soul as payment.』
"That was..."
『But you didn't pay up.』
So this was revenge? Punishment by stealing my woman?
『Sigh~ tsk tsk. Think I'm some evil, broken-minded psycho like you? I don't pull that shit.』
"A demon preaching morals... hilarious."
『Hey, if you were like those old-era humans, scared shitless of offering souls and running away—plenty did—I wouldn't bother talking. But... you're different.』
"Different how?"
A finger-like tendril extended from the hazy, rippling form in the air, pointing at Acturus, limp and twitching in post-orgasm stupor.
『That thing. Chosen by alien stars, turned mythical monster! How much power do you think it takes to seal something like her? Huh?』
"Uh... well."
I'd never really thought about it.
『Getting pissed just thinking about it. You think I live off dirt? You lunatic—sealing a monster like that? Unprecedented in history!』
"..."
So, like loaning high-interest cash expecting quick payback, only for the debtor to go bankrupt and suck the lender's vault dry with a straw.
"Hm. Sealing a magical girl's power is that tough?"
『Obviously, you madman. My essence aches. I'm starving—stomach glued to my spine.』
Sounded like exaggeration.
『Anyway, then this energy nexus popped up in her body. Food's in, so I went in. Plus, weird hole in her mind...』
I crossed my arms, listening. No counterargument.
She was right. I'd offered my soul to summon her, took her talent, kept living. Like a broke loan shark ignored by the deadbeat debtor.
"...Fair point, honestly."
『See? Admit it?』
"Doesn't mean I tolerate some outsider in my woman's body. Get out. Before I kill you."
『Hmm~? Who said I'm a guy?』
"What?"