Hellish Rebirth and the Flame Lord's Shame
The sensation below my waist, where Ignis's cock had been, had already evaporated amid the flames of hell. My vision was dyed blood-red, and the skin of my upper body, touching the floor, oozed pus as it festered atop the scorching ashes. With my lower half perfectly incinerated and gone, my guts and veins writhed grotesquely from the severed stump of my spine, turning me into a lump of meat that rolled across the cold floor.
"Ah... aaah..."
Not even my voice came out properly. But the pain didn't end there. The moment Ignis flashed a victor's smirk and roughly yanked Rubia and Seria toward him from where they'd collapsed beside me, a ferocious wave began to surge from the depths of my soul. It was the scream from the Mark of Subjugation etched into the bodies of the sisters bound to me.
As Ignis reached out to defile their naked forms, the mark inside their wombs pulsed madly, as if desperate to protect its master. And through that mark, Ignis's savage flame mana began pouring mercilessly into me via the narrow channel.
"Kuh, heuk! Aaaaagh!"
But my body was inherently a vessel that rejected mana flow. The moment Ignis's flame mana tried to invade my veins, it let out a bizarre popping sound and was violently repelled from my flesh. That ferocious mana was soon devoured by the abyss within me, perfectly transmuting into the savage, viscous power of the demon.
The process of forcibly crushing and converting the mana into demonic power was hell itself. The energy, now demonic, extended like pitch-black tentacles from the charred stump of my waist, lashing through the air, forcibly reconnecting my severed nerves, and beginning to grotesquely regenerate the bones and muscles of my vanished lower half. The sensation of new flesh sprouting was accompanied by the horrific burning agony of tens of thousands of scorpions scraping at my marrow.
At the same time, the lewd energy flowing through the sisters' marks mingled with the demonic power, delivering a bizarre pleasure that numbed my brain. I clawed at the floor, writhing like a beast. The muscles of my regenerating legs, infused with demonic power, twisted and writhed like tangled threads, and even my incinerated cock began to swell ferociously once more, feeding on the fear and humiliation the sisters felt.
A mere lump of meat with only an upper body left, yet forcibly erecting and regenerating due to the transmuted demonic power—it was utterly repulsive.
"N-no... Rubia... Seria..."
I groaned, reaching out a hand, but what entered my sight was the sisters, pitifully crushed beneath Ignis's massive bulk. Ignis crushed their marks and thrust his lower half forward. Each time he plunged deep into their cores, the amount of mana backflowing through the marks increased exponentially.
From the stump of my waist, pitch-black demonic bones protruded with a grotesque sound amid blood-mixed slime, and I had to fully share the sisters' humiliating sensations amid that hellish pleasure and regenerative pain. Every time their narrow passages resisted and twisted against Ignis's invasion, the transmuted demonic power melted my brain cells with scorching heat.
My lower half swelled hideously, the runaway regeneration unrelenting, and trapped in that overwhelming demonic power, I could only emit beastly groans as I plummeted into a pit of despair.
Ignis panted like a beast, roughly spreading the sisters' slender thighs apart. Each time he tried to shove his symbol in, the Mark of Subjugation on their inner thighs and lower bellies glowed dark red and vibrated fiercely. The mark rejected the intruder's base mana, forcibly contracting their muscles, leaving Ignis unable to even breach the entrance as he pathetically rubbed against the outside.
"These damned marks...! How dare they block Ignis's path!"
Ignis roared, his eyes rolling back in rage. He concentrated 5th Circle high heat into his palm and pressed it directly onto the marks etched into the sisters' tender flesh.
Sizzle...!
"Aaaaagh! It burns, it burns! Master...!"
The acrid smell of burning flesh filled the mine along with the sisters' agonized screams. Ignis forcibly suppressed the marks' resistance with flames and brutally rammed his cock into their defenseless cores.
But watching that scene, a sneer curled at my lips. Finally revealed was the pathetically inadequate reality that didn't match Ignis's massive muscular frame at all.
His cock, entering the sisters' narrow passages, delivered no sense of weight or destructive pleasure—it merely flopped powerlessly like stirring empty air. Far from the soul-melting ecstasy they felt when I ravaged them, the sisters merely trembled from the hot flame's pain and foreign intrusion.
Yet they had to survive. Facing Ignis's mad eyes, the sisters instinctively began shaking their hips in the face of death's terror.
"Ah, aaang! Haa, Lord Ignis... so... so good! Ah, aaaagh!"
Rubia threw her head back, tears streaming, letting out a pitiful fake moan. Seria, too, clenched her inner walls to hide the emptiness within and spat out theatrical groans.
They glanced furtively at me regenerating in a pool of blood with only my upper body left, yet desperately writhed as if lost in pleasure to appease Ignis.
Watching that ridiculous intercourse scene, I couldn't hold back—I spat blood-mixed vomit and burst into laughter.
"Puh... hahaha! Hahahahaha!"
At my mad laughter, Ignis's head jerked grotesquely toward me.
"What's so funny, you dying worm?"
"Can you see it, Ignis...? My bitches desperately acting to match your pathetic, pitiful little thing?"
I swallowed the pain of my writhing, demonically transmuted lower half and continued.
"You're shaking your hips like it's real pleasure. Just like... a bitch in heat wagging her tail for a bone tossed by her master, no different. Look at their eyes. That's not ecstasy—it's a pitiful sneer at your worthless size."
Ignis's pupils convulsed and shook. His face, pierced straight in his weak spot, blackened with shame and rage in an instant.
"Shut... your mouth...!"
"Shut up? No, I'll mock you louder. No matter how much you crush them, your pathetic cock can never erase the traces I've carved in their hearts. Live deceived by those fake moans forever, you wretched mutt!"
My taunt stabbed like a dagger into Ignis's heart. The sisters' moans echoed even more hollowly, and despite standing in the victor's position, Ignis crumbled into the most pathetic, wretched loser under my sneer.
My mockery ignited the inferiority complex hidden deepest in Ignis's heart. His entire body trembled in spasms, and his movements ravaging the sisters suddenly halted. Even the hollow fake moans faded, leaving only Ignis's ragged breaths and my tearing laughter echoing grotesquely in the mine.
"You... you filthy little bastard!"
Ignis's eyes rolled back, bloodshot. He roughly dismounted the sisters and rummaged through his inventory in the air. In his hand emerged a jet-black lower-body armor embedded with the 'Red Jewel of Life' that emitted an eerily vivid blood-red glow.
"Yes... laugh. Laugh all you want. Until this 'Armor of the Colossal Shaft,' forged by blacksmiths just for me, rips that arrogant mouth of yours to shreds!"
Ignis shakily pressed the armor to his lower half. In that instant, countless metal spikes and tentacles writhed like living creatures from within, piercing his living flesh and embedding directly into his bones.
Crack, crunch...!
"Gaaaagh! Power surges! The pulse of life burns through my veins!"
Ignis's agonized scream echoed through the mine. With each throb of the red jewel at the armor's center, his lower-half muscles began to grotesquely expand. His thighs swelled like boulders, and the veins protruding from the armor writhed like thick snakes.
And finally, even that pitiful, shabby weakness he'd hidden so desperately transformed horrifically, infused with the armor's mana. As the dense red mana from the armor concentrated on his symbol, it ballooned to a merciless size no longer believable as human—veins bulging fit to burst, rearing its ferocious head like the colossal member of a beast born solely for violation.
A deceptive awakening. That hideous symbol, forged by mana armor to hide his frailty, now emanated an overwhelming intimidation, filling the sisters' vision.
"Do you see? This is the true dignity of a king! No more acting needed. From now on, crawl beneath me in destructive pleasure and pain alone!"
Ignis flexed his muscles, flaunting his hypertrophied cock. The intense heat from the thick mana pouring from the armor evaporated the pool of my blood on the floor.
Clinging to life with only my upper body, sustained by demonic power, I watched the completion of that grotesquely twisted might with bloodshot eyes.