I Just Didn't Want to Die
Even a cockroach will thrash with everything it has just to stay alive. I, too, threw every last scrap of strength into clawing my way free of death.
"Come on, no resting! There are still plenty of turns left!"
The Saintess who had always charged to the front to shield the weak had long since fallen. Every single day she secretly forced her breast milk into me.
By now nothing else could quench my thirst. Her overwhelming holy power had soaked into my body and made certain of that.
"Haa.... So today really is the day I become a mother, is it? I milked so much last time. Let's just fill half of that today, okay?"
The mage who looked for all the world like a benevolent sage was, in truth, a hopeless pervert. She would pin me down with raw force and use me to sate her own lust.
Once the most celebrated mage of the Magic Tower, she now poured that genius solely into brewing potions that supercharged my virility.
"Don't suck it all down by yourself like last time. There won't be any left for the others."
The elf who was said to guard the forest and commune with noble spirits had blackmailed me into becoming breeding stock for her dwindling race.
Now she and the mage competed every night for fresh seed.
"Hehe."
And the Hero....
"Ahh.... Should I just chop off your arms and legs and carry you around? What do you think, Vali? You'd like that too, right? Whenever I get horny I just strip you and fuck you."
She was simply a madwoman.