Domination of the Worm
"Haa... haaaaaah!! Hnngh, ugh...!"
Asmodeus trembled uncontrollably, her mind shattered by the hot foreign fluid pouring into the hole in her horn. The noble Lust Sovereign was gone, replaced by a mere beast thrashing in a vortex of pleasure and agony.
I roughly seized her convulsing hair and this time shoved my index and middle fingers deep into the horn's socket.
"Hngh! Ah, no! Please, not there...! My brain, my brain's melting awaaay!"
She screamed and grabbed my arm, but I ignored her, twisting my fingers to grind against the soft flesh inside like I was pulverizing it. Every time my fingertips brushed the source of her mana, her body arched like a bow and contorted. It went beyond physical pain—it was a violation scraping at the roots of her soul.
"Talk."
I whispered coldly into her ear, my voice devoid of emotion.
"Why is such foul, unstable mana leaking out of here—visible even to a mana-less human scum like me? What is this hole, and why is it so goddamn vulnerable?"
"Ha, haa... shut up...! Get those filthy fingers out...! You fucking worm, why the hell should I tell a piece of shit like you?!"
Asmodeus resisted, baring her teeth even as tears streamed down her face. But that arrogance only fueled my destructive urges. I sneered and jammed another finger in, scraping the walls mercilessly.
"Haaaaaaaah!!! Haaaang! N-no, I was wrong! Please... pleeease!!"
Her screams filled the abyssal chamber. Each time my fingers struck the core of her mana pathway, she squirted from her pussy in seizure-like orgasms. The haughty demon's eyes had lost focus, rolling back, and I savored the sensation of her soul crumbling in my grasp as I twisted deeper.
"Called me a worm, huh? So how's it feel having that worm rip through your soul? Come on, spill it before my patience runs out."
"Aaagh! I'll talk! I'll tell you, so please...! Get those fingers... uwaaaang!"
Asmodeus finally broke. Clinging to my leg, she vomited up her shameful past amid drool and tears, her shattered pride forgotten.
"My horns... one controls mana, the other the demon's primal power. But centuries ago, a filthy mage betrayed me... severed my left horn and sealed my mana."
She shuddered with humiliation and continued.
"The sealed horn is like a poisoned wound. If any human with even a drop of mana enters my mental world, my entire existence collapses. That's why I became a 'cripple'—unable to even touch humans, let alone contract."
I scoffed and crushed deeper into the horn socket. Asmodeus shrieked as her brain felt inverted, clawing at my thigh.
"So that's why it was me. A lowly worm without a speck of mana."
"Hngh, yes... Only a 'blank vessel' like you, utterly devoid of mana, could enter without triggering the seal's rejection. But... haaaang!!! I never dreamed you'd do something this insane! How the fuck did a mana-less bastard think to strike my mana's core directly?!"
It was paradoxical. The very 'mana-less' state that the world discarded me for, that Izakar mocked me as a 'worm' for, had become the sole key to destroying this great Lust Sovereign.
Her most sensitive, fatal weakness was a sanctuary only I could defile—and I wasn't letting this once-in-a-lifetime chance slip to crush her soul.
"A crippled demon? How pathetic."
With my sneer, the mana lodged in her horn began backflowing. The violet mists that had been eroding me receded like the tide, replaced by a hot, heavy vitality surging into my empty chest. I felt certain: my soul and body were mine again.
Meanwhile, Asmodeus collapsed to the floor, shaking violently from the shock of her mana source being ravaged.
"Now, let's see who's the real worm."
I yanked her limp ankle, dragging her roughly to the bed's center. Her thighs, soaked in pleasure and pain, splayed wide without shame. I mounted her and thrust to the hilt in one savage motion, like a raging beast.
"Haaaaah!! Hngh!!! Hnnngh! Y-you... too deep, hnnngh...!!!!!!"
Asmodeus screamed and shoved my shoulders, but I gripped her horns brutally, slamming her head down. From above, her voluptuous breasts jiggled mercilessly with my violent rhythm. As my ragged breaths poured between her sweat-slick cleavage, her eyes quivered with mingled terror and ecstasy.
"Trying to steal this empty shell of mine? Unforgivable...!!!"
I unleashed power pistons fueled by rage. The wet slap of flesh filled the room, and each merciless battering of her cervix flipped her eyes white. The title of Lust Sovereign rang hollow as she crumbled helplessly under my onslaught.
"Hnnngh! N-no! Please, spare me...! I was wrong! Aaang, aaaagh!!"
She shook her head, spewing tears and drool. Orgasms crashed endlessly; she arched her back like a bow and clung to me. But I didn't stop. To shatter the arrogance that dared devour me as a worm, I ravaged her insides more beastly, more cruelly.
Asmodeus lost her ego, repeating "I was wrong, please..." as she plummeted into an endless abyss of pleasure.
"Hnnngh...! Haaaaang!!"
Finally at my limit, I flooded her womb depths with massive loads of hot semen. In that instant, I felt Asmodeus's lingering mana flow back into her through my cum—a bizarre sensation.
Her lifeless eyes regained a eerie gleam. Revived briefly by my ejaculation, she smirked wickedly despite leaking fluids, tears, and my traces from every orifice.
"Haa... haa... So that's your best shot?"
She tilted her head mockingly, gazing down at me. The begging from moments ago vanished.
"No matter how you struggle... you're just meat filling my mana. The contract time's almost up, you stupid 'worm'."
Worm.
That word struck my eardrums, snapping something in my head. Izakar's boot grinding my face into the cold square, the villagers' phlegm as they spat on me like subhuman trash—all those humiliations overlaid on Asmodeus's face.
"What... did you just say?"
My voice sank to an alien, icy low. But she refused to yield her pride even pinned, provoking me with a venomous grin.
"Big-dicked worm spawn..."
Her red lips twisted, spitting the same cursed slur Izakar once had. Something inside me snapped violently. My vision flashed red; hatred boiled from my heart, flooding my body.
This demon bitch still hadn't grasped the situation. Mistaking my embrace for mere lust-fueled madness, her arrogance fully awakened my brutality.
"Fine, worm it is. Then watch closely how this worm chews up and spits out your haughty pride."
I lost reason, yanking her hair savagely. Playtime was over. I swore to tear apart her loathsome power and pride, silencing that smug mouth forever.
My gaze returned to her sopping, fatal horn stump.
"Yeah, feel this worm burrow right into your brain."
I seized her hair again. Bewilderment flashed in Asmodeus's eyes, but it was too late. Slick with my cum and her juices, I rammed my massive cock mercilessly into that grotesque horn socket once more.
"A, aaaaaaaaah!! Not there, not there!! Please, pull it out!!"
Asmodeus unleashed a scream unlike any before—not human, but a demon's soul-rending wail as her mana source was pierced. The tight, hot horn hole stretched impossibly around my overwhelming girth, screaming in protest. I didn't stop. Vowing to etch unforgettable agony even in death, I twisted my hips violently, as if ripping it apart.
Each thrust convulsed her like electrocution; violet mana sparked like flames.
"I was wrong...! So wrong! Kain, please...! Forgive me, hnnngh!!"
The haughty Lust Sovereign vanished. She wailed beast-like, clinging to my leg, spewing tears and drool. As the act grew more brutal, widening the horn grotesquely and scraping her sensitive nerves raw, her pride shattered formlessly.
"Haaaaang!!!!!! Ha...!!!! Hngh...!!!! My brain... my brain's burning hnnngh...!!!! I was wrong, Master... no, Kain...! I'll do anything you say! Please, stop hnnngh...!!"
Her body went fully limp. Wings scraped pathetically at the floor; her fiery red eyes rolled back, whites showing. The one who mocked my mana-less state now knelt wretchedly before that mana-less man's brutal violence, begging.
Her mana mixed with my hatred in the squelching horn hole, producing eerie sounds. Drunk on that horrifying pleasure and vengeance, I imprinted my existence into her soul's depths.
"Haa, haa... Almost there."
Her ruined horn socket, stretched to its limit accommodating my cock, quivered. Climax surged to my scalp. I halted the final piston, gripping her wet cheek roughly with my cock still buried.
"Listen up, you slutty demon bitch. Restore my body and soul now, and hand over every ounce of that vaunted power."
My voice was low and chilling. Asmodeus gazed up with unfocused eyes, weakly shaking her head.
"Th-that's... impossible... No contract lets a human take a demon's full power... ugh, hngh..!!!!"
Before she finished, I crushed deep into her horn mercilessly again.
"Impossible? Then I'll just flood your horn with all my hatred and shatter you. Wonder what it feels like having your mana system fully corrupted, ego melting away. Choose: become my slave, or vanish here forever!"
"Hnnngh! A, aaang! Y-you madman... truly insane...!"
She witnessed the viscous madness in my eyes. This wasn't a bluff—pure intent to kill. Asmodeus shuddered. This absurd demand to subjugate a demon, beyond even great archmages, was becoming reality in a mana-less human's hands.
"Haaaaah!! Fine! I'll give it! Everything, so please...! Haaang, I-I'll serve... you as my Master!! Just don't cum there!!"
The haughty Lust Sovereign knelt at last. As honorifics spilled from her lips, the demonic sigil in her eyes transferred to mine.
"Swear it. Your soul, power, and that wretched body—all mine."
"Haa, haa... I swear... I swear... Asmodeus is yours now, Master..."
Her submissive vow echoed through the abyssal chamber. Simultaneously, the horn clenching my cock vibrated grotesquely, her violet mana cascading back into me like a waterfall.
The master-servant contract was sealed—in a way no one could imagine.
With the contract complete, the vast abyssal chamber shattered like glass. Asmodeus's defeated moans faded, my consciousness plummeting back to my physical body under crushing gravity.
I awoke atop the pillory in the pouring rain of the square. But the sensation I faced was grotesquely beyond prior pain.
"Wh-what...? What the hell is that?!"
The onlookers' horrified screams rang out.
My body no longer held human form. Asmodeus's massive mana flooded in, melting my mangled flesh like dark red liquid. Bones oozed like mud; meat poured like boiling tar onto the pillory floor. It wasn't dissolution—it was hellish reconfiguration to contain demonic power.
"Ha... aaaaaagh! Kraaaaaagh!!"
From my mouth erupted a noise no human vocal cords could produce. Crushed bones reformed; severed tendons wove into mana threads tougher than steel—each rebirth brought inferno-like agony. Black blood that had liquefied surged back to my heart, pounding massively.
Regeneration was cruel. Rough skin sprouted and vanished repeatedly over flayed flesh; eyes rolled back, flashing red glows. Amid that indescribable torment, I arched my back like a bow and roared, shaking the square.
That roar was the wail of a revenant returned from hell for vengeance—and a predator's declaration of arrival.
At last, the liquefied body solidified into firm muscle and bone. I raised my head. The chains binding the pillory had long melted away. Amid the black liquid washing off in the rain, my eyes held no human frailty left.