[Chapter 24. The Woman Getting Beaten]
A massive pillar of fire slowly began to burrow into her depths.
"Hngh."
Her knees buckled slightly before straightening again, her heels gradually lifting off the ground. The hole clenched around my cock like a virgin's, biting down hard. Thrusting from behind gave me a crystal-clear view of it devouring my shaft. The way it stretched wide, as if it might tear, greedily swallowing that monstrous size—it was utterly obscene.
I grabbed the plump flesh of her ass and yanked it apart with all my strength. There it was, her asshole, exposed plain as day, wriggling like a newborn's mouth, chewing at the air. Grace seemed mortified by it.
"C-Captain...! Hnngh."
I teased the rim of her asshole with my thumb.
-_-!! The grip tightened like it was trying to rip my cock off.
"Relax. Now."
"Hnnngh." Grace couldn't resist the finger toying with her hole and slowly let go, loosening up. The sensation was bizarre. She panted with her mouth agape, like a dog on a summer day.
I pulled my teasing finger away, gripped her slim waist, stroked it gently downward, and steadied my hands firmly on the top of her hips. Then I began to rock my hips slowly.
"Ngh, ngh, ngh, ngh, mm, mm, ah, ah, ah, ngh, ngh."
Every time my cock plunged in and pulled out, the hole sucked at it desperately, refusing to let go. It shoved its way in bit by bit until it filled her completely, without a single gap.
-_-!! Even buried to the hilt, there was still some left over. I rammed the rest in deep. Grace threw her head back, trembling violently.
"Ah, ah, C-Captain, that's, that's the end, kh, the end...! N-No more, it won't fit, ah, aaahngh...!"
Her heels lifted high as she rose onto her tiptoes. I finally slammed my cock in right to the root. Then I started shaking my hips again. Her body jiggled up and down. The table creaked and groaned beneath us.
"Ah, ah, ah, aangh, ngh, ngh, aangh, aangh, aangh, aangh."
Sweet moans leaked out like pussy juice. She was going insane from how good the Captain's pounding felt. She even regretted not knowing this pleasure sooner. Of course, that only applied when the partner was the Captain. She'd felt nothing like this with Raig. His was much smaller than the Captain's, but it had only hurt. No foreplay, just straight insertion. But the Captain was different. His thrusts were even rougher, his cock far bigger, yet she only felt ecstatic pleasure. She couldn't wrap her head around why, but her body accepted it, so what could she do?
I savored every inch of Grace's pussy. This near-virgin hole had a flavor all its own, different from Yael's soft, squishy one or Eizel's chewy grip. A healer's pussy clung to my cock like a suction cup. It pulled more than it pushed—a hole that tugged you in. The way it gripped so tightly made the wet sounds even louder and lewder.
I pounded hard and pulled out slow. The healer lost it completely.
"Aaaangh, aangh, haaangh, ngh, aaangh, ahngh, mmngh, haangh."
Looking down at her pussy gnawing relentlessly on my cock, I asked, "...Grace, how's the maintenance? Satisfied?"
She clutched the table like a shipwreck survivor gripping debris, moaning away, but she answered my question without hesitation.
"Y-Yes, yes, it's g-good, ngh, ah, yes, aangh, aangh, so good, aangh, mmngh, Captain, your, your cock, ngh, mm, so goooood, ngh, aangh."
The rundown chain-smoker's pussy was delicious, unlike her foul-mouthed mouth. Still flushed pink, it satisfied the eyes too. ...Not really my type, but thinking of it as a pussy that had barely been used, mourning its lost lover—it stirred a strange excitement. Suddenly, I felt possessed by that thug from my 11th loop. Part of me wanted to ask if her dead lover's cock was better or mine was. Like when I'd pounded Mahushu's drugged-up pussy in front of her husband Gunda and asked the same. Back then, I'd done every filthy thing imaginable. ...It was my petty rebellion against whatever creator had dumped me in this hellhole and left me to rot. Of course, it was all pointless in the end.
Grace was losing her mind to my pounding. She couldn't understand how it could feel this good. Better than striking it rich. If she could, she'd fuck all day. Already plagued by addictions, now sex addiction was next. ...Or maybe she already had it. Cock, feels good, so good, fuck, pussy feels so good, aaaah, fuuuuck, so gooood, gooood-_-.
"Aangh, aangh, ahngh, ngh, ngh, aangh, aangh, aangh, aaaangh, haangh, ngh, ngh."
Now she got why guys like Gid or Bruce sang about sex all the time. If it felt like this, she could too. ...Not that she'd ever admit it, pride and all.
Pussy juice dripped from her crotch, trailing down her thighs. Puddles were forming on the floor. Her pussy had fully loosened up now. I didn't bother with rhythm—just fucked her like a beast, however I pleased.
"Ahngh, aangh, aangh, aaaangh, mmngh, ngh, aangh, aangh, ahngh, ahh, haangh, haaaangh."
Even as I slammed her pussy to mush, Grace only let out sweet moans. Compared to Yael's near-screams, this made her a far better fit for my cock-house. Of course, Yael had her charms, and Grace had hers. Hard to say which was better. But my master's pussy definitely took pounding best—probably the mix of her physical prowess and fairy nature.
I felt the urge to cum building. Time to wrap it up. Squish, squish, squelch, squish, squish. Lewd sounds echoed nonstop from our joined sexes. Tiny bubbles from the friction clung to her pussy lips and my cock base. Utterly depraved.
The thought of conquering my subordinate healer's pussy amped up the pressure even more.
"Haangh, haangh, agh, ahngh, ngh, aangh, aangh, aaaangh, aaaangh, aaaangh, aaaangh, haaaangh, haangh, haaaangh-_-!"
Her head snapped back, her back arching. I gripped her hips hard and pistoned like a madman. Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap. My flesh smacked her ass with wet thwacks. We raced toward the finish, rough and wild. Hot breaths like magma poured from our throats.
"Ahngh, ahh, aaagh, aaaangh, aaaangh, ahngh, mmph, ahmph, ngh, haangh, haangh, ahh, ahh, agh, agh, ahp, ahp, mmph-_-!!"
Soon, choked gasps filled the air. Like a mermaid, she propped herself up on stiffened arms, body bowed like a bowstring, teeth gritted. Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap. Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, squish. The filthy symphony continued. I pounded like a beast, then at the last second pulled out and unloaded ropes of cum across her pale ass. It spurted forcefully, splattering her nightgown too.
Her upper body collapsed forward limply. Spent and slumped, she braced against the table, panting raggedly. Her ass twitching now and then was the perfect cap to the scene.
Huuuuh.
I took a moment to admire my handiwork, then glanced out the window. The sunset had faded, twilight blanketing everything. I smacked the healer's limp ass with my palm. Smack!
"Haangh-_-."
She jolted. No way was I done after one round. My motto was thorough maintenance. I flipped Grace onto her back. Her slutty, loosened face still begged for more cock. She swallowed hard at the sight of my towering meat.
"M-More... maintain me, please...."
Grace hiked her limp legs up to her chest. Her pussy, so brutally toyed with moments ago, was exposed again—frothing at the mouth, gaping and panting pitifully. Ignoring her lower half's exhaustion, she begged the Captain for more.
I grinned. She grinned back. I lined up and shluuuurk—buried myself to the hilt in one go.
-_-!! Grace gasped in, then out. Her hypersensitive pussy exploded with pleasure from the insertion alone. I started pounding rough from the jump.
...The sex lasted until I'd cum two more times.
· · ·
I received a summons from the palace. It was the regular hero conference. Only B-rank and above were eligible, so my recent promotion let me attend for the first time. A rare chance for heroes who rarely crossed paths to size each other up. That was why I only remembered the B-ranks and up. Of course, only those in the capital got called, and plenty skipped with excuses, so it was never a huge crowd—usually around twenty.
Heroes didn't get along great, so the vibe wasn't exactly friendly. Rivalry, competitiveness, gambling fever—it was cutthroat. Especially hazing the newbies, like some twisted initiation. I was prepared for it. Going in defenseless would be idiotic. No hero was unbroken somewhere. Plenty had holes in their heads, metaphorically. That dickless beastkin Navr was a prime example.
...Though anyone losing their dick would snap.
You'd think a gathering of great heroes meant great deeds, but nah. The meetings handled continental issues not from the Spring of Prophecy—like necromancers, demon cults, territorial skirmishes between cities, or mysterious unknowns. They'd debate and assign contribution points. The chair went to the highest rank; ties broken by points. Cue the mind games.
I actually enjoyed them. Spotting new faces was fun, and crushing anyone who acted up was satisfying.
...But this loop, I'd play nice. Motto was harmony. No reacting to petty bullshit. Though if someone pushed my pride, I'd fight. No mercy for those who wrecked harmony—they'd get crushed so bad they'd never recover. Heroes too broken to salvage were beneath notice. Only the redeemable got my leniency.
I finished prepping and left the bedroom. Dawn had broken into full daylight. Before leaving the mansion, I stopped by the backyard. Lizardman Kayak training with Mahushu was routine now.
"Kayak, off to the meeting. ...Nah, no need to see me off."
"Understood. Safe travels."
"Mahushu, you're in charge while I'm gone."
"Got it, don't worry-_-!"
Mahushu puffed her chest and thumped her heart with a fist. Hero rank had made her way more reliable.
I exited through the front, boarded the waiting carriage. Butler Durka bowed deeply in farewell. Clip-clop. The carriage rolled out, tearing down the main road. No one dared block a vehicle flying the imperial flag.
I propped my elbow on the window, chin in hand. First time rushing to a meeting like this. No clue who'd show.
...My imagination was already running wild.