Impotent Gracia
In the deepest chamber of Gehenna.
This space had been prepared for the realm’s master, the Demon King Gracia.
Inside a room holding little more than a dimly glowing lamp and an enormous bed, the wet slap of flesh on flesh filled the air — the raw sounds of a man and a woman fucking.
No. It was closer to mating. To pure coupling.
Sprawled face-down on the bed and shrieking out vulgar moans was some nameless magical girl dragged in from another dimension. Gripping that magical girl’s royal ass and slamming his cock into her was a handsome little shota.
That shota was the Demon King Gracia himself.
Even his gender had changed since his first meeting with Hermes, but there was nothing strange about it. For a Demon King, physical limits simply did not exist.
If the whim took him, he could appear as a beautiful woman, as a massive-cocked shota purpose-built for corrupting and training older sisters, as a tentacle monster, or even as a goblin.
“Hohyaaaaah♡ Hhi♡ Hgo♡ Hugyaaaaaaah♡”
“Tighten yourself properly. You are so loose around this thick baby-juice club of mine that I can feel nothing at all. Unable even to properly service your husband’s cock? And you still dare call yourself a female cunt?”
“Hgi♡ Hha♡ Hha♡ Hguuuuh♡”
—Slap!
Gracia lightly struck the magical girl’s ass.
“Gugogogogogok♡”
A single bout of sex had already turned the magical girl’s entire body as sensitive as a clit. That impact alone hurled her into climax; she squirted a stream of love juices.
—Splurt-splurt-splurt♡
She came so hard the sheets could not absorb it all. A fresh jet fell into the already-formed puddle of mating lubricant.
“Hmph. You cannot even hear properly anymore. Unable to endure a mere twelve hours of continuous mating. You are worse than an onahole.”
Gracia pulled his womb-pounding club free from the female’s body.
—Schlorp-schlurp♡ Pop♡
A cheerful sound, like a wine cork coming free.
Twelve hours earlier this cunt had never known a man. When a cock was pressed against it, it had clamped shut, screaming Don’t come! Get away! I hate you!
Now, after twelve straight hours of coupling, it had become a cunt that clung so tightly the flesh itself tried to follow the cock out, moaning Cock-sama feels so good♡ Cock-sama is amazing♡ Don’t go♡ Don’t leave meee♡.
“Nnghyaaaaaah♡ Hii♡ Hii♡ Hii♡”
The moment the cock that had been propping her up was pulled free, the female collapsed onto the bed.
“What a disappointment. I had high hopes this time.”
Gracia casually wiped his cock clean on the fallen magical girl’s silk-smooth hair.
That a woman would allow her precious hair to be used as cum-cleaning tissue without so much as a twitch told him the magical girl had lost consciousness.
“Magical Girl Lola, from another Earth. You boasted that you would never yield to a wicked villain, that even if your body broke your heart would not… and yet three seconds after insertion you climaxed as a female and ended your magical girl career.”
The ceiling of the room was soaked with the cunt juices Lola had blasted upward when she came as a total loser-cunt in a three-second cut.
“Another failure, then.”
Gracia looked down at his cock, now soft and limp after the erection faded.
For the past several days, his cock simply would not get hard.
If Gracia deliberately forced power into it, it would rise — but the moment his concentration slipped even a little, it drooped again.
In short, natural erections were impossible.
“In the old days I could have used the defeated Lola’s baby-making factory for another twenty-four hours at least.”
At this rate, Gehenna’s purpose — and Gracia’s own goal of producing descendants — would fall behind schedule.
“Chief Technologist!”
“Yes. You called for me, my Demon King.”
“Analyze the present situation.”
“Hmm… Magical Girl Lola has been defeated and climaxed by Your Majesty’s white-piss dispenser. Once she comes to, she’ll be a breeding sow begging to be granted cock. As a magical girl, she’s finished. A useful application would be to order her to extract magical girl secrets in exchange for letting her use that loose baby-exit of hers…”
“Hmph. That is well enough, but right now this is the more urgent matter. Analyze the problem with this body’s genitals.”
“Ah. That. Current analysis has found no physical abnormality. We are currently estimating a psychological cause. When was the last time you experienced a proper erection?”
“When Galea brought Magical Girl Hermes in.”
“Hermes, is it… Hmm. Given that we are estimating a psychological issue, repeating the actions of that day might prove an effective treatment.”
“Chief Technologist. You are excellent, but you speak too circuitously. What is the conclusion?”
At those words, Elia formed a small ring with the thumb and forefinger of one hand and, with the other, made a fist and thrust it in and out like a dog.
“Fuck Magical Girl Hermes, the living cunt-incubator candidate, one more time. That may yield a solution.”
—Rattle-rattle.
“Ook… uk… ugk…♡”
I was shipped out still packed inside a condom box.
The vigorous rumble of wheels, the murmur of voices, everyday noise — they must have wheeled the box I was sealed in out into the open.
“I hate the cum smell… I hate the condom smell too… Let me out of heeere…”
Because of this rubber pulled over my head, my hair is already soaked sticky with cum♡
Every time the wheels jolt, the cum that was hiding in my hair runs down my face♡
“I hate cum♡ I hate cum♡ I hate condoms too♡ I hate everything nowww♡”
Shipped out packaged together with condoms♡
Humiliating♡ So humiliating♡
The cart that had been rolling along finally stopped.
“Ah. We’ve finally arrived.”
Elia’s voice, the kind that gently scraped at a person’s nerves.
“Knock knock. Excuse me. You’re still alive, right? I did package you carefully in a condom box and bring you here, but you are alive, correct?”
“I-I’m aliiive… so get me out already…”
“Phew. That’s a relief. According to my calculations, the probability of you pulling a condom pouch over your head was fifty-fifty. And the probability of you refusing to put one on and then getting gang-raped by the freaks on a baby-impregnation spin-the-wheel was also fifty-fifty. Still, the fact that you can still form human speech means you didn’t choose the one-versus-a-hundred group mating option.”
Elia opened the box, and at last I was free.
“Hweeeeh… Haaah… I th-thought I was going to die… Hguuuh…”
The instant the lid opened I scrambled out.
“Heh heh. Delivered in a condom box. What a pitiful sight.”
“Shut up… Die… Ugyaah! Why won’t this thing come offff…”
“Hmm… Or perhaps it is precisely because you look this vulgar that it might work. Hermes. There is somewhere you and I need to go.”
“Eh…?”
Wherever it is, if I’m going with Elia it can’t be anywhere good, right?
“I-I don’t want to… Don’t want to, don’t want to. I don’t want to go. D-do you even know what they just did to me? A-and if you send me straight into another experiment without even a little rest… I really hate it… Let’s rest just a little. Okay?”
“Unfortunately, this is not something you can refuse. The great master of Gehenna, Lord Gracia, requires you.”
“Gracia?”
That name snapped me fully awake.
The enemy of every magical girl. The supreme leader of Gehenna. Why would Gracia summon me?
“I will explain the reason on the way. Now. Follow me.”
Elia clapped her hands, and a teleport gate formed in midair.
“W-wait. We’re going? Right now?”
“Yes. Is there a problem?”
“Without washing first? I’m completely soaked in cum and cunt juice from head to toe right now. I’ve sweated a ton too. And look at these clothes. And I’m so tired… I feel like I’m going to die from exhaustion…”
The outfit — if you could even call this mesh condom look “clothes” without dying of shame — was a complete mess.
The condoms that had been hanging all over it had long since fallen off, and the mesh itself was stretched and full of holes like ruined stockings.
“Gracia is still the big boss of Gehenna, right? Isn’t it a bit much to go meet someone like that looking this filthy…?”
Honestly, I didn’t care what state I met him in.
I only said it because I thought washing and changing clothes might buy me a little rest.
“Heh heh heh. Since when has Magical Girl Hermes held such respect for the Demon King? But don’t worry. The Yin-Mark absorbed the cum through the condoms and used that energy to restore your stamina. The fatigue is only something you feel mentally.”
“Uh… th-that’s true…?”
My body felt completely refreshed.
“And as for your attire… going exactly as you are, looking exactly like that, may actually be better. I will explain the details on the way.”
Pulled along by Elia’s hand, I stepped into the portal.
Inside was a long, gloomy Gothic corridor with no visible entrance.
“This is the path to the Demon King’s residence. A place that can only be reached by teleport portal. Now then. There is some distance to His Majesty’s chambers, so shall we walk a little?”
As we walked the hallway, Elia explained the nature of this experiment.
“…So basically, your Demon King got erectile dysfunction, so he wants to fuck me as a cure. I’m a tonic?”
“Less a tonic and more a walking Viagra. Is there a man alive who wouldn’t get hard seeing you wander around looking this lewd?”
“Shut up. Die.”
“Why are you like this? Try looking on the bright side. This time it won’t be as hard as the other experiments. You don’t have to get captured by goblins and live for a week as a human-rights-stripped cunt toy. You won’t be installed as a toilet meat-urinal. You won’t be offered as jack-off material to over a hundred people. You only have to deal with Gracia alone. Isn’t that nice and easy?”
“Is… that so…?”
If it’s one-on-one instead of a gangbang, maybe I can endure it now…?
“We’ve arrived already. Well then, do your best.”
Elia opened the door, kicked me hard through it, and quickly shut it behind me.
“Uh……”
Inside the room, a small, cute little boy lay on the bed.
Bright, pure golden hair. Clear, light amber eyes. A slender body that stirred protective instincts.
Despite the delicate appearance, something large and heavy bulged under the blanket, obvious at a glance.
Gracia. The head of Gehenna.
I had already heard from Elia before coming that he had changed his appearance.
But even without the advance warning, I would have recognized him from the aura he carried.
“Hmph. You have come, Hermes…”
He looked at me and lost his words at the vulgar sight.
“Y-you think I look like this because I want to…?”
“Hmph… How interesting. Such a vulgar, lowly appearance.”
“Uuuuh… Don’t look at me with those eyes…”
Magical Girl Hermes, called a hollow-headed cheap slut by the leader of the enemy organization… Humiliation. Absolute humiliation.
I already got plenty of humiliation the moment I lost my virginity at our first meeting… but this is still worse.