The Fall of the Proud Summoner
As my merciless pistoning ravaged the summoner's rear entrance over and over, Rubia's narrow, fragile passage screamed in agony, unable to withstand my massive cock. But that was only the beginning. Her intricate mana circuits, sealed shut by the Silence of Incantation, collided violently with the brutish fire mana of the watchers surging back through my shaft, twisting and distorting in wretched ruin.
"Ah, aaaah! My, my belly... it's burning, melting—haaak!" Rubia threw her head back, shrieking like a madwoman. The alien, savage mana—far beyond what her noble 4th Circle circuits could handle—slammed into her from the depths of her womb, overwhelming her reason in an instant and scorching it away. The mana pathways she'd meticulously cultivated as a mage were now defiled by the murky sludge of my semen and mana, convulsing against her will and clamping down even tighter on my cock.
I gazed down at her eyes flashing white amid the tangle of pleasure and pain, thrusting deeper and harder into her sacred depths. With every grotesque thud, thud of friction echoing through her passage, filthy, bestial moans—far from her noble incantations—burst from her lips.
"Haa, aaaah...! Ungh, aaaang!" Her fingers clawed at my back before going limp, her resisting legs wrapping around my waist, trembling as if begging for even deeper penetration. The summoner's lofty pride shattered with every stab of my cock into her deepest core. At last, Rubia arched her back unnaturally with animalistic groans, burying her face in my chest. That was the moment her mana circuits fully surrendered, assimilating into my power.
Her body was no longer a tool for magic but remade into the lewd flesh of a bitch that existed solely to accept and amplify the pleasure from my cock. I pressed my lips close to her ear, savoring her wet, gasping voice at the brink of ecstasy, and whispered low.
"Do you get it now? That magic you boasted about, your genius... it's all just a catalyst to make you scream like a bitch in heat before my cock."
Rubia didn't answer. Instead, she stuck out her tongue, drooling as she rubbed her face against my shoulder. No trace of the summoner's sharp intellect remained in her eyes—only the instinct of a female pickled in the destructive pleasure my cock bestowed, forever craving to pant beneath me.
Watching it all from right beside us, the salamander let out a soul-shattering scream at the sight of its master utterly corrupted and clinging to my cock, before finally losing its form and crumbling to the floor. The battlefield fell silent, and at its center, I unleashed a torrent of the vast mana and semen I'd stolen from the watchers deep into the narrow hole of my new bitch, the genius summoner.
"Kruuugh, aaaah...!" Rubia bucked her hips like a beast, taking every drop of my hot mana and thick fluids into her womb's depths without spilling a single one. As her body convulsed on the verge of blackout, a sinister red glow began pulsing grotesquely over her pale lower abdomen.
Sizzle...! With a sound like flesh searing, the first Mark of Subjugation—a bizarre, lewd pattern proving eternal enslavement—burned into her porcelain skin like a scar, vivid and permanent.
The unfamiliar pain of the branding and the destructive pleasure crashed over her together. Rubia's eyes rolled back white, and from her red lips poured endless, mindless moans as she gasped for breath. Her flesh had already surrendered completely to the overwhelming bliss and mana violation of my cock, gushing slick fluids without end. But even as a noble 4th Circle summoner and scion of Ignis, who'd lived her life with her nose in the air, her fragile pride hadn't shattered entirely in that one moment.
Panting raggedly, she barely refocused her gaze and discovered the hideous Mark of Subjugation etched indelibly on her lower belly. Trembling with shame and despair, her wet eyes soon filled with venomous hatred toward me.
"Y-you filthy beast bastard...! Heuk, haa... just, just kill me...!!!" Her voice hoarse, she screamed and pounded my chest with her slender fists like a wild animal—a desperate frenzy to bury her self-loathing for so lewdly accepting me amid bodily ecstasy under murderous rage toward me.
"You think you can get away with defiling my noble body like this...? Lord Ignis the Great... hngh, he'll throw trash like you into the fires of hell and burn you the most painfully, so very slowly...!"
I seized her jaw again in a vise grip as she spat her curses through gritted teeth. Looking down at her eyes still glaring at me with venom, oblivious to her situation, I curled my lips in cold amusement.
"Looks like this beast needs more training."
With a mocking sneer, I lightly gripped both her wrists in one hand—the ones that had been battering my chest—and mercilessly flipped her body over.
"Ah, ack? W-what... kyaaak!"
Thrown face-down on the cold mine floor, her ass thrust helplessly upward, Rubia flailed in panic. But without mercy, I pinned her slim waist down hard and shifted from her dripping, semen-stuffed pussy—still heaving from moments ago—to the untouched, tightly clenched rear entrance that had never been opened.
And without a moment's hesitation, I rammed my cock—swollen ferociously with the watchers' mana—straight through that narrow slit in one brutal thrust.
Squelch... Cruuunch...!
"Kuhhaaaaaang...!!!!!!"
The horrific agony of her virgin rear being torn open by my brutish cock, combined with the destructive pleasure that ravaged her mangled mana circuits once more, searing straight up her spine to her brain. As the two sensations hit simultaneously, Rubia arched her neck like a beast and unleashed a grotesque scream. Her back bowed like a drawn bow, trembling violently—that was the instant.
Sizzle...! A second Mark of Subjugation—far larger and more grotesque than the first—burned into her pale back, searing red as if branded by a white-hot iron.
In that moment of perfect engraving, binding not just her flesh but the depths of her soul as mine forever, my vision flashed white. Then, memories Rubia had sealed deep in the darkest abyss of her unconscious came flooding into my mind like a violent muddy torrent—vivid and raw.
What surged into my head was the wretched life of a girl rotting away with hot, festering inferiority. Born of Ignis's noble direct bloodline, the Flame Lord, young Rubia's mana circuits couldn't contain the family's signature destructive attack magic. Her only talent was the lowly summoning magic that clumsily gathered formless embers into crude spirits.
Family disgrace. Half-baked lump of flesh. Amid her parents' blatant contempt and the academy peers' utter ostracism, her pride was trampled daily, her inferiority festering miserably. Outwardly holding her head high in feigned nobility, inwardly nursing hatred for the world and weeping herself to sleep every night—until one day, the Abyss Flame flickered before her despairing eyes, and the great Ignis descended.
'Won't you become my gatekeeper?'
Ignis whispered as he bestowed upon her a red staff infused with horrific mana. Dazzled by its overwhelming power, Rubia seized the devilish offer. That very night, gripping the staff, she enacted her revenge—burning alive the family elders who scorned her like vermin and her academy peers.
Their screaming souls were eternally preserved as the horrific flame summons, the 'watchers' that had guarded this mine.
But the most shocking truth that struck my mind was something else. Amid total isolation, the one person who'd truly cherished and embraced Rubia: her gentle older sister, who possessed everything Rubia lacked—parents' love, overwhelming magical talent, dazzling beauty.
Rubia saw even her sister's warm smiles as pity and deceit. Consumed by endless jealousy, inferiority, and the staff's madness, Rubia finally pointed it at the sibling reaching out to embrace her bloodied hands.
Her sister's anguished tears and desperate screams faded into the flames, leaving only the grotesque spirit salamander that obeyed its master's commands alone.
That flame spirit crushed pathetically at my feet just moments ago, trying to protect its master—it was Rubia's own sister, who had loved her sincerely.
The guilt of turning her sole blood kin and benefactor into a monstrous freak with her own hands utterly shattered the young girl's sanity. In the maddening pain, Rubia chose self-defense: she brutally excised and forged her memories, convincing herself the salamander was merely a high-grade spirit she'd contracted by chance.
The muddy torrent of memories ebbed away like a receding tide, my focus snapping back to the dank mine reality. Beneath me lay the 4th Circle genius summoner, her narrow rear impaled, eyes rolled back, drooling in grotesque ecstasy. Realizing how disgustingly fraudulent her 'noble pride' had been, nausea boiled inside me alongside an irresistible, thick sadism.