Ogre (1)
The Adventurer's Guild lobby fell deathly silent, as though someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over the entire room. Covered in blood and filth, clutching the lowest-rank Stone badge, my report was nothing short of explosive. Four Silver-rank adventurers had been wiped out, and the creature responsible wasn't an ordinary troll—it was an Ogre. Guild staff and mercenaries alike stared in stunned horror.
As I made my way out of the forest, my mind had been running through cold, calculated profit-and-loss assessments. The reason I hadn't fled straight to my hideout but instead came to the guild was simple. Twenty-eight years of surviving the concrete jungle of capitalism had drilled one truth into me: when disaster strikes, the "silent survivor" is always the first to be branded a traitor or embezzler and left holding the bag. By spreading the information first, I secured my alibi as the "lucky witness who made it out," while simultaneously selling the threat of the Ogre to stir the strong into action. It was a perfect Risk Hedge.
"……Then what about Elara?! What happened to my girl?!"
The man who grabbed me by the collar was Silas, Elara's master and one of the village's most respected Silver-rank veteran thieves. His eyes were bloodshot; he was on the verge of losing his mind from the guilt of failing to protect the disciple he had raised like a daughter since she was a child.
"She was taken. The Ogre…… dragged her back to its lair."
At my dry answer, Silas bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. The guild immediately declared an emergency and began assembling a main force of over ten Silver-rank adventurers. But it would take at least thirty minutes for the heavily armed main force to depart. Silas couldn't wait that long. Even one extra minute meant his disciple's mind and body would be completely broken by the Ogre. He immediately formed a scouting vanguard consisting of himself and five Iron-rank mercenaries and charged out. And because I was the only one who knew the location, they dragged me along as their "guide."
The pay was generous, but money wasn't my goal. I wanted to test the new Substitute Doll pulsing with troll heart-blood in my pocket, and—if they managed to wound the Ogre—to snatch even a scrap of its flesh or blood to upgrade my Swamp Lizard tattoo. Of course, I had three Sorcery Stock spells loaded, all optimized for escape, evasion, and buying time. I was no hero. Just a timid, pathetic survivor who wanted to turn a profit.
Deeper into the heart of the Black Moss Forest.
The vanguard led by Silas pushed through the mist and reached the Ogre's lair. At the cave mouth yawning beneath a massive cliff, human bones lay scattered like garbage. From inside came the sickening smell of bodily fluids and the grotesque sound of flesh grinding against flesh.
"……There it is."
At my hand signal, the vanguard held their breath and hid behind the rocks. Silas's hand trembled around his dagger as he stared into the cave. What unfolded before our eyes was a hell worse than death for the comrades who had come expecting a rescue.
In the center of the cave, on a filthy leather bed soaked in blood and filth, the silver-haired thief who had once been the sole woman in a Silver-rank party no longer existed. Elara straddled the massive Ogre completely naked, riding it with frantic, desperate movements.
"Aah, aang! Bigger……! Ogre, fill me up more……!"
Her voice was soaked not in despair, but in pure, mindless pleasure. Every time the Ogre's brutal shaft plunged deep enough to tear her apart, Elara's eyes rolled back white and drool spilled from her lips. The Ogre gripped her breasts and throat like an animal, violently shaking her body as though she were nothing more than a toy. Each time its blunt member battered her womb, her thin belly bulged grotesquely outward.
"Hnn…… Human female. You can't live without my seed anymore, can you? I'll stuff your belly full."
At the Ogre's low growl, Elara let out a beastly cry and clung to its neck.
"Yes, yes! My womb…… it's so hot! Deeper, pound me harder! Ugiieee—!!"
The vulgar, violent sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the cave. The Ogre's merciless pistoning showed no mercy. Every time it drove to the hilt, Elara's entire body convulsed as if struck by lightning, and white foam mixed with semen and saliva bubbled from her mouth.
Silas wept tears of blood as he watched. Seeing the girl he had cherished like a daughter reduced to a monster's cum-dumpster, screaming in ecstasy, felt like his heart was being carved out.
"Wait……"
Silas's hoarse voice steadied the Iron-rank mercenaries. The vanguard's goal wasn't to slay the Ogre. It was to draw its attention and extract Elara before the main force arrived.
"Male Ogres enter a brief defenseless state right after ejaculation when all their muscles relax. The moment it pours its seed into that poor girl…… we strike."
Elara's body had already reached its limit. As the Ogre's massive shaft began its final sprint inside her, pink fluid mixed with love juices and blood sprayed endlessly from between her legs.
"I'm coming……! Female! Take it all!!"
The Ogre roared and seized Elara's waist hard enough to break it. Its enormous penis began flooding her womb with thick, scalding semen like a waterfall.
"Kyaaaaaaaah!!!!"
Elara arched her back like a bow and let out a dying scream at the overwhelming pleasure that felt like her nerves were burning out. Her belly swelled as though pregnant with the Ogre's seed, and she went completely limp in its arms, consciousness lost.
The Ogre's rough breathing slowed, and a faint slackness spread through its massive frame. That single instant.
"Now! Attack!!"
At Silas's shout, the hidden vanguard burst forward.
"You goddamn bastard!!"
The veteran Silver-rank thief lost all composure and charged head-on. Blue aura gathered on his twin daggers, tearing through the air. Silas wasn't trying to kill the Ogre. He was throwing his life away to draw its aggro, desperate to stop it from violating his disciple for even one more second.
The Ogre's movements were sluggish compared to its usual explosive speed right after ejaculation. But it was the apex predator of the forest, a cunning, intelligent being steeped in slaughter. Instead of swinging its weapon at the approaching vanguard, it chose a vile tactic. It seized Elara's limp waist with both massive hands and thrust her naked body forward like a living meat shield.
"Kuh……! Cease attack! You'll hit Elara!"
Silas and the Iron-rank mercenaries recoiled in horror, weapons jerking back as they stumbled to a halt. Every time the Ogre nimbly twisted its body to evade, its still-connected shaft mercilessly churned and battered Elara's womb. Shaking her violently to use her as a shield, the hot semen filling her was forced to endure the brutal friction.
Her consciousness had already snapped. Yet the extreme pleasure and pain that felt like her brain was frying hammered at her empty mind, forcing it awake.
"Ah, aah……! Hn, ugh, uungh……!"
Elara's unfocused eyes half-rolled upward as a pleasure-drunk moan slipped from her lips. It was closer to the scream of a broken doll than any coherent speech. Every time the Ogre took a step and thrust its hips, she trembled violently, spraying fluids into the air from the spine-piercing climax.
"M-Master…… save…… aah, aang! No, inside…… it's pounding so deep……!"
She wasn't truly recognizing Silas. It was the desperate cry of a broken mind calling out to the one she had relied on most, driven only by instinct. The sight of her instinctively crying her master's name while clinging to him out of primal terror at the horrifying fullness violating her womb was enough to tear the hearts of everyone watching to shreds.
"Ugiieee! Haah, aaaah! Ah, aah…… ugh! No…… my pussy's burning……!"
That grotesque, obscene shield—the sight of the girl he had raised like a daughter impaled on a beast's penis, climaxing and screaming in ecstasy—completely shattered the sanity of Silas and the mercenaries. In that split-second opening while the vanguard's attack faltered, the Ogre found the perfect hunting timing.
"Kuhahaha! Stupid humans!"
Still impaling Elara, the Ogre stomped down. The cave floor shook as though an earthquake had struck, and its fist crushed an Iron-rank warrior's head like a watermelon. Bone and brain matter splattered with a wet crunch.
"Hold on! We have to keep its attention until the main force arrives!"
Silas screamed through bloody tears, but the battle had already become a one-sided massacre. I crouched in the rearmost shadows of the chaos, behind a cold rock, fists clenched and trembling. I was terrified. The timid modern man inside me was screaming to run. I had worn a ruthless mask and acted with cold calculation, but facing an overwhelming monster, my pathetic survival instincts refused to stay buried.
Yet if I ran now, I would never obtain the Ogre's blood—let alone escape returning to the guild's lowest ranks. This was the only chance I would ever have to harvest materials from the Ogre while it was distracted by Silas. I gripped the Substitute Doll—a liquid-metal heart of troll blood—in one hand and quietly drew my bone knife with the other. Without hesitation, I stabbed my left thigh and drew fresh blood. I had to save the escape-oriented Sorcery Stock spells.
"Sorcery: Swamp of Decay."
The raw curse fired through my blood seeped toward the Ogre's feet. The moment it stepped forward to chase Silas, invisible cursed mud clung to its ankles, subtly slowing its movements.
"Grr? What is this disgusting feeling, you rat?!"
The Ogre growled in irritation and swatted away Silas's attack. My curse was helping the vanguard buy time without drawing attention. But what mattered more to me right now was the "rebound" returning to my own body.
"Sorcery: Blood Poison! Sorcery: Phantom Pain!"
I scattered my blood and unleashed debuffs like a madman. In that instant, an extreme pain as though my heart were exploding tore through me. My tattoos had exceeded their limit; mana backlash should have shredded my organs. Yet the pain lasted less than a second. The Substitute Doll clutched to my chest sucked up every bit of damage like a vacuum. Deep cracks spread across its blood-red surface, and its exterior crumbled like charcoal—only for the troll heart-blood sealed inside to flow out like living liquid metal, sealing the cracks and restoring its smooth form.
A perfect, monstrous engine that devoured all incoming damage and regenerated.
"It works."
A thrill that overpowered my fear twisted my lips into a grin. With this doll, I could ignore the side effects and spam my skills without limit.
"Kaaaaah! Elara—!!"
At that moment, a heartrending scream shook the cave ceiling. The Ogre, having used Elara as a shield to slaughter every Iron-rank mercenary, had finally torn off one of Silas's arms from the shoulder down.
"Kuh……! Cough……!"
The veteran thief Silas rolled across the floor, spitting blood. One of his daggers was shallowly embedded in the Ogre's thigh, but it was nowhere near enough to hinder its mobility.
"Persistent little insect. But thanks to your struggling, my female enjoyed herself quite a bit."
The Ogre sneered. Elara, still impaled on its lower body, witnessed her master's arm being severed yet continued to howl like a beast, dominated by the pleasure of the Ogre's rampage.
"Ah…… aah…… I can smell blood…… your thick cock is pounding my belly so hard……! More! Break me more!"
Satisfied, the Ogre gripped Elara's hips tightly and raised its massive foot to crush Silas's skull. Before the main force arrived, the shield named Silas was on the verge of complete destruction. If Silas died and the Ogre retreated deeper into the cave, my chance to obtain its blood would vanish forever. Cold sweat ran down my spine, but I tightened my trembling grip on the bone knife. This wasn't a setup to win. It was a pathetic but perfect survival setup designed to slip close, steal blood and flesh from the Ogre's wounds, and flee like mad. Swallowing dryly in the darkness, I muttered.
"Sorcery Stock, triple full release."
"Perception Impairment (Stealth), Agility Maximization, Lower Body Muscle Expansion."
The tattoos covering my body roared as though tearing apart and went berserk, completely erasing my presence. An extreme setup that poured everything into evasion, escape, and buying time. I launched myself like a bloody shadow toward the Ogre's blind spot at explosive speed—to divert its attention from crushing Silas's head and to steal the blood splattered on the floor.