The Worm's Pact
"Take it if you want... My soul died back in that square anyway. If selling myself to a monster like you lets me rip those bastards to shreds, I don't give a damn what it costs."
No sooner had my words fallen than the demon's crimson eyes brimmed with ecstatic glee. The moment her hand pressed against my chest, my vision warped grotesquely. The ground beneath my feet caved in, and an overwhelming agony surged through me—like my bones crumbling to dust and my guts twisting inside out. It was the raw sensation of death itself, the end of life crashing down.
My breath stopped, my consciousness flickering white... and then, like a lie, the hellish torment ceased. When I slowly opened my eyes, the blood-soaked square was gone. Instead, a faint incense scent enveloped me, soft silk caressing my skin. Warm light bathed a room of extravagant opulence, like some royal bedchamber at the peak of splendor.
And there, at the bedside, a woman gazed down at me.
"Kain... I've missed you."
It was Cecilia. But not the pure, innocent girl I knew. She wore only scandalously sheer lingerie embroidered with golden thread, the kind reserved for royalty. Her swollen breasts strained against the thin lace, their curves brazenly visible, and with every breath, her smooth thighs gleamed whiter than moonlight. Her sensual form was a vicious temptation, as if poised to devour me whole.
"Cecilia...? Where... where the hell is this? I was just..." My voice trembled with confusion.
She smiled with benevolent allure, her touch gentle on my cheek. "This is heaven, Kain. I saw you die and followed you. No one will disturb us now. I've wanted to be alone with you like this for so long... Let's do everything we've never done."
Her sweet whisper carried a heady, brain-numbing fragrance that tickled my nose. Suspicion flickered—this could be an illusion—but the salvation she offered was intoxicatingly sweet. Swept by the urge to forget that hellish reality crushing me, I wrapped trembling arms around her slender waist.
The instant I did, Cecilia devoured my lips with savage hunger. Cool, sweet saliva flooded in, and I clung to her slender neck like a man starved. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks without cease—cowardly tears mingling injustice, sorrow, and relief at escaping this infernal world.
"Kain, I'll make you feel even better... It's our private heaven."
Her drowsy gaze locked on mine as she knelt and exposed my cock. Her hot breath alone nearly paralyzed me. Without hesitation, she took me deep into her mouth.
"Ah, ugh... Cecilia...!" Her hands gripped my thighs greedily. The dizzying pressure of her deepthroat melted my brain in waves of pleasure. Instinctively, I seized her hair, forcing myself to the back of her throat as I came.
But in that peak of ecstasy, no holy light flashed before me.
'Kain... what are you doing...'
Kyle's pale eyes, vomiting blood on the cold forest floor as he breathed his last, flickered in my mind. Heart-wrenching dissonance seized me, but Cecilia licked the fluid from her lips and shoved me roughly onto the lavish bed.
"It's okay, Kain. Forget it all now. That pain was all fake."
She stripped off her lingerie and straddled me. Her full breasts rubbed fiercely against my chest, her tight, scorching pussy swallowing my cock. The bed creaked in rhythm with her violent hip thrusts from above. My body blazed with peak pleasure; I squeezed her breasts and clung desperately.
But as my second climax approached, the opulent ceiling flushed red. From the shadows of bliss, the blood-drenched memory resurfaced—the vibration of flesh tearing, bones shattering as I ripped out that vile mage's throat alongside Kyle. The truth stabbed like venom: this pleasure blooming from Kyle's death atop his corpse was a rotten flower.
"Ha, hah...! Uwaaaah!!"
I screamed, a mix of ecstasy and hatred, and came again. My soul felt shaved away, sucked into the demon's depths—but I couldn't stop. No, I didn't want to. If this hellish pleasure let me forget reality's torment, nothing else mattered.
"Hah, hah... Kain, deeper here... fuck me deeper..." The thing wearing Cecilia's mask turned, arching her plump ass with a coquettish plea. It filled my vision, and primal lust overtook me. I seized her waist and pounded savagely.
But at the brink of climax, a hallucination tore through my ears.
'Kain! Save me... please!!'
Cecilia's desperate cry from that past forest. In that instant, the lavish bedroom shattered like glass. The sweet Cecilia's skin dissolved into red mist, revealing a demon with massive leathery wings and a broken horn, sneering at me.
"Ahahaha! You woke from Asmodeus's abyss, you wretched worm? But it's too late!"
Her mad laughter shredded my eardrums as a bizarre sensation engulfed me. My firm limbs melted like wax candles under intense heat. My liquefied flesh defied gravity, sucked violently into Asmodeus's body. Not just flesh—my soul's core was eroded by her black mana, an ineffable terror erasing my very self.
Yet amid that despairing submersion, one thing refused to melt, swelling harder: my massive cock, brutally piercing her deepest, most secret walls.
"Hah! Haaaah! Ahhh! W-what is this...! Why won't it absorb?!"
Asmodeus had been certain of victory devouring my flesh, but helpless before the overwhelming mass thrusting to her womb's end. Her innards twisted mercilessly around my girth, screams blending pain, humiliation, and magical ecstasy bursting from her red lips.
"Ah, haaaht! Ungh! A human... how can you have this size, this intensity...! Even I, Asmodeus, can't handle it! Aang! God, I want this cock—all of it—mine, not just your soul!"
Her eyes rolled back in rapturous moans. Her walls screamed against my overwhelming size, beyond any human or demon. But soon, her bloodshot eyes gleamed coldly. "But this ecstasy ends here, fool. You'll be fully absorbed, not even a self left!"
Her mockery awakened the colossal beast slumbering within me. The despair and hatred piled from Izakar's trampling, the villagers' scorn—it exploded.
Trying to fool me again, when I've got nothing left...
Pain ripping my soul, I clenched my eroding arm and throttled her neck. Laughing maniacally, I slammed her onto the bed.
"Absorb? Who's absorbing who, you demonic slut?!"
My inner abyss clashed head-on with her mana, surging wildly.
"Fool, it's over! For pleasing me, I'll devour your soul in the worst agony!"
Asmodeus shrieked in delight, yanking my soul. Blood surged reverse through my veins; consciousness fragmented. One more climax, and I'd be her eternal prey.
But in that life-or-death crux, my senses sharpened impossibly. Things I'd never see appeared: above her heaving head, the jagged stump of her severed left horn. A dizzying, unstable mana vortex swirled in the deep hollow.
There.
Instinct whispered. With my last strength, I shoved her consuming flesh aside and yanked her hair, smashing her face to the floor.
"Y-you mad worm bastard, what are you— Kyaaak?!"
I answered by ramming my throbbing cock into the broken horn's hole without mercy.
"Haaaaah?! Not there, not there!! Aaah, aaaaaah!!"
The demon's scream was leagues beyond her earlier moans—a deathly wail as if her soul tore. I pistoned brutally into the narrow, scorching mana conduit, her most sensitive, fatal sanctum where power generated and cycled.
"Die, you demon bitch! Eat my soul? Try eating this!!"
With exploding hatred, I unleashed every drop deep into her horn. Human seed flooding the forbidden crevice shattered her mana system, sending it into rampage.
"Y-you... insane... Hic, hiiiik!! Haaaaang...!!!!"
Asmodeus's eyes flipped white. Her body arched like a bow in violent spasms, wings scraping feebly. Core corrupted, she convulsed in defenseless orgasm, frothy moans bubbling from her lips. The noble demon's poise twisted into grotesque ruin.