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"Wow, that's impressive. Who knew mere human muscle could push a mage this far."
A chilling voice drifted over with the sound of applause. I, gasping for breath atop the bloodied corpse of the mage, froze and lifted my head stiffly. Izakar, leaning against the carriage door as if he'd just watched an entertaining play, slowly descended the steps.
"But what now? My toys are broken, and I'm in a foul mood."
With a casual flick of his fingers, the pain in my severed left shoulder amplified, slamming me to the ground. An overwhelming pressure of mana crushed me so utterly that not even a scream could escape. He pressed his boot down on my head, grinding it into the dirt, then turned his gaze toward Cecilia, bound and wailing.
"Hey, worm. This the one you were so desperate to protect?"
Izakar grabbed Cecilia by the hair, yanking her head up. Mocking my screams, he tore her clothes away with a single gesture, ripping them to shreds without mercy.
"Ah, aaak! No! Don't look, Kain! Please, don't look...!"
Cecilia's agonized scream shattered the forest's silence. But her ample breasts, suppressed by the mana backlash, bounced elastically into the air, her dazzling white skin exposed to the cool night breeze. She trembled with shame as her heaving chest glistened milky under the moonlight, her fear-stiffened crimson nipples laid bare defenselessly to Izakar's stare.
Izakar seized one of those luscious mounds in his hand, squeezing so hard that flesh bulged between his fingers.
"Hahaha! 'Don't look'? How cruel. He should watch clearly as my fruit ripens so beautifully."
With his oily laugh, his hand slid lower. Past her slender waist, her voluptuous hips curved into view under the moonlight. Her ass, thrust shamefully backward by gravity magic, jiggled limply with each brutal slap of his palm, leaving red handprints.
"Haaang!! Hauk...!!! St-stop... please, make it stop....... Kain, Kain...!"
"Cry louder. The more you wail, the more his heart burns."
Finally, the sacred place she'd guarded her whole life just for me was laid bare in the cold moonlight. Between her neatly trimmed bush, the tightly closed pink petals parted like a scream as Izakar forced her thighs apart, revealing their inner secrets. Shameful nectar trickled down her slender thighs, glistening, and he roughly stirred the soaked folds, producing wet, squelching sounds.
"Haaeut! H-haaang! N-no...!!! Not there, no...!"
"No? What's not to like when it's squirting so honestly, clenching my fingers like this?"
Izakar turned her drenched pussy toward me demonstratively, preparing to drive her hips toward climax. I had no choice but to watch, tears of blood streaming, as the most intimate part she'd wanted to protect forever swelled red and raw.
"Haaaak! No! P-please stop..!!!!"
I dragged myself forward, grinding the stump of my severed arm into the dirt, but Izakar smirked and magically fixed my eyelids open. He was determined to make me witness every moment, unable to even blink, as the sole salvation of my life was defiled.
"Getting excited, you worms...?"
Izakar laughed arrogantly, roughly shoving down his pants. He pulled out his grotesquely erect cock and thrust it in one brutal motion into Cecilia's terrified secret place.
"Haaaaak!! A-aak!! Hnggh...!!! Ha"
Cecilia's scream tore through the forest like ripping flesh. Fresh blood gushed from between her white thighs from the unprepared forced entry. Vivid droplets trailed down her pale skin, soaking the dirt, and Izakar pistoned his hips even more savagely, reveling in her pained moans.
"Watch closely, you worm bastard. See how this noble saint you never even touched crumbles beneath me."
With each merciless thrust, Cecilia's body shook like a paper doll. Her smooth skin, now slick with sweat and tears, gleamed grotesquely pathetic under the moonlight. She struggled desperately, but the Mark of Subjugation etched into her nape injected lewd pleasure, mercilessly devouring her reason.
Each time Izakar gripped her hips roughly, her slender waist arched like a bow. Suppressed moans and thin saliva dripped from her parted lips, and her terror-filled eyes gradually lost focus, sinking into a swamp of pleasure from the magical stimulation.
"Ah, uk! Haa... N-no... Kain, don't look... please...!"
Her lewd moans—a mix of pain, shame, and forced ecstasy—sliced into my ears. Her ample breasts heaved violently with ragged breaths through the tatters of her clothes, and Izakar twisted the succulent flesh, driving himself deeper.
Each time her unfocused eyes sought me in the void before crumbling, I clawed the ground, shedding bloody tears.
“Haaang..!!! Hng..!!! Haaang..!!! H-haa…… K-Kain…… s-save me…….”
At their joined parts, squelching friction mixed her blood and juices into frothy slickness. Izakar savored the filthy sight, pounding her pussy wildly before my eyes toward climax.
“How's it feel? If you resent me ravaging the place you've only dreamed of, then take it back. Ah..! But impossible for a mana-less worm like you.”
He sneered, yanking her waist like a toy.
I had to watch, bloody tears flowing, as the most secret place I'd sworn to protect became this arrogant monster's plaything, swelling red and ruined.
"Oh, right. Can't leave you out."
As climax neared, Izakar slammed his staff into the ground. Mud and rocks twisted into a grotesque Golem at his feet.
"Golem, educate this trash."
The Golem's rough, cold stone hand seized my lower body mercilessly. Then came the overwhelming violence. Its thick stone cock impaled my rear without mercy.
"Kaaaaak!! Kehek, kuhk...!!"
I heard my intestines tear, my pelvis shatter. Mana flowing over the Golem's surface seared my nerves, injecting horrific pain straight into my brain. Before my eyes, the woman I loved was defiled by Izakar; my body was pierced by this abomination, dignity spilling out like waste in this hellscape.
"Ahaha! Look, Kain. The state of your 'noble childhood friend' you tried to protect!"
Izakar burst into mad laughter, seizing Cecilia's waist like a beast. Her white skin was already marred with sweat, tears, red handprints, and blood from the rough handling.
"Dare reject me? A lowly village slut turning down the royal offer to stay with a worm like this?"
With eyes blazing fury and conquest, he bit savagely into her nape. Then he ravaged her depths even deeper, more cruelly for show. Lewd mana from his fingertips invaded her spine, forcing into her brain.
"H-haaaak...!!! N-no...!! Kain...! Haaaaang!! Haak, hngk..!!"
A raw sound—scream or moan, indistinguishable—burst from Cecilia. She thrashed her head in desperate refusal, but the injected magical pleasure arched her frail body like a bow.
"Worm bitch. Your body's dying for it, yet your mouth plays saint?"
"Haaaang!! Ah, haak! J-just kill me... please... haaang! Haaaa!!"
Her convulsing breaths soaked the night air. Izakar watched gleefully as I clawed the dirt till my nails tore, bloody tears streaming.
"Watch, Kain. See how the woman you idolized your whole life breaks as she takes my seed!"
His movements accelerated to the limit. Cecilia could no longer scream, mouth agape in ragged gasps; her inner muscles clenched madly from mana overload.
"H-haa... Uk! You worm bitch...!"
At pleasure's peak, Izakar crushed her waist and poured hot semen deep into her womb without reserve.
"Haaaaaaaak....!!!!"
Cecilia's voice shredded the forest silence in its highest scream. Her body, soaked in spurting blood and alien fluids, convulsed one last time before being discarded like trash before my eyes. I screamed silently, bloody tears pouring. My vision reddened; beyond my fixed eyelids, no longer human—just a flower mercilessly broken at the end of Izakar's cruel game.
"Keurk, kuhk... Why... why the fuck do this...!"
Defiled by the Golem, I vomited crushed guts. Blood-mixed spit pooled on the dirt. Izakar, satisfied, rose from Cecilia's body, his dangling cock unclean, and approached me.
"Why? Ha, stupid question. Just education. A kind lesson teaching trash below worms their place in the world."
His oily smile as he placed a hand on my head. Dazzling mana flooded in; shattered bones and torn flesh knit grotesquely fast. The sensation of forced recovery before pain faded was torture itself.
"Bet seeing your childhood friend moan so sluttily makes you wanna blow one too, right? Here, I'll make it feel good."
At his command, the Golem impaling me swelled grotesquely, vibrating. Not mere violence. Mana waves struck prostate and nerves directly, forcibly amplifying horrific, disgusting pleasure against my will.
"N-no... Uh, uk! Stop! Please...!!"
I bit my tongue to endure. I wouldn't suffer the shame of climaxing in this beastly hell. But Izakar mocked, stimulating my cock with magic; the Golem churned my depths with mana storms.
"Kraaaak! H-haak!! Uh, hngk!!"
The limit. Reason screamed, but my brain yielded to the injected irrational ecstasy. Hot semen spurted weakly from my groin. Right after the woman I loved most was ravaged, before her destroyer—I'd climaxed like an animal.
"Ahahaha! Look at this worm bastard cumming!"
Izakar clutched his belly in mad laughter. He stomped my limp head from the afterglow, smashing it into the dirt.
"Yes, this is worms' ideal form. Jerking off while your woman gets eaten."
Izakar trailed a finger through the red blood trickling from Cecilia's thighs. Forcing open my groaning mouth against the ground, he shoved the bloodied digit deep onto my tongue.
"Eat up. Your childhood friend's virginity blood. Your first taste. Sweet, right? Keh... Puhahaha!"
The metallic blood and vile fluids numbed my tongue. The most precious piece of her I'd sworn to protect entered my mouth so miserably, filthily. Every human shame and despair crashed over me like a tsunami, drowning my mind.
"Ah... Aaa..."
With nausea, darkness closed in. Izakar's mocking laughter faded above my crushed head, and I plummeted into abyss deeper than hell, consciousness snapping.
In the pitch-black void where awareness frayed, I walked alone. No bodily pain, but a thousandfold worse silent scream mangled my soul.
'Where did it all go wrong?'
Stumbling, I gathered memory shards. That night Cecilia approached with flushed cheeks to embrace me? Should I have just held her close? Or when I arrogantly dreamed of 'becoming worthy'? My ignorant righteousness, always charging ahead to protect her despite no power? Or from the moment a worm like me dared dream of becoming a mage in this dogshit world?
"No...... no, that's not it......"
In the dark, I shook my head, bloody tears falling. Wrong. All wrong. The world was cruel, mages arrogant. But what shoved Cecilia into this hell was none other than me. My narrow vessel couldn't embrace her as she was. My twisted inferiority envied, denied her shining talent. Under flashy pretexts of pride, I ignored her true heart—my cowardice. My pathetic pride clipped her wings, stripping her bare before Izakar's monster.
If I'd been slyer, or honest with my feelings, she'd shine dazzling under royal protection now. Or no grand glory needed—if I'd ditched shallow pride and taken her hand, she'd smile the world's happiest beside my narrow shoulders, content even in poverty.
But my cowardice didn't protect her; it dragged her purest light into darkness. Worse than my incompetence was refusing to admit it—my 'stubbornness' that led the precious to ruin.
"All...... my fault......"
In the abyss, I knelt. My existence was cursed. Tasting her blood on my hands again, I sobbed silently. Vicious self-loathing and regret swallowed me like waves. Just as I desperately wished to vanish forever without waking, another voice echoed from beyond my consciousness.