Interlude: Elara
Her body had recovered thanks to a Silver-rank’s regenerative abilities and the devoted care of the priests, yet the brutal sense of mass that had lodged itself deep in her nerves, along with the searing heat of that thick shaft burning through her womb, remained an indelible brand that continued to gnaw at her.
On the third night after returning to the village, Elara once again crawled into the darkness of the back alleys.
“Haa, haa…… Not here either. The scent…… is too faint.”
Her eyes, as she staggered while clutching the wall, already belonged to a predator stripped of reason.
Every night, as if the circuits in her brain had burned out, her self-control bottomed out, and she transformed into a bitch that craved only the size of the Ogre’s shaft that had once torn her insides apart.
When she spotted five low-ranking mercenaries arguing drunkenly at the end of the alley, a grotesque smile crept across Elara’s lips.
She approached them with the soundless steps unique to a Silver-rank rogue, then snatched the men by their napes like a beast and dragged them into the shadows.
“W-what?! Aren’t you Elara? Aagh, help!”
The screams were drowned out by the sound of tearing fabric. Elara climbed atop the men sprawled on the ground and spread herself without hesitation.
“Aah, aaang! Nngh, aaah! Deeper, I said deeper!”
Elara’s hips bucked at a frenzied pace. Each time the man’s member scraped her insides, saliva dripped from between her lips, yet her expression twisted more with torment than ecstasy. Compared to the Ogre’s monstrous girth, a human’s felt like nothing more than a slender finger—leaving only a crushing emptiness.
“Not enough…… One won’t do. Something this tiny can’t even reach near my womb!”
Letting out a beastly howl, Elara grabbed another mercenary by the hair—the one cowering nearby—and yanked him behind her.
“You too! Put it in here, right here!”
She spread her own buttocks, forcibly exposing her tightly shut anus. When the flustered mercenary hesitated, she twisted his wrist with Silver-rank strength and forced him inside her rear.
“Ughiiiiiiit-!!!”
The alien sensation of being penetrated from both sides at once arched Elara’s spine like a bow. The two human shafts, thrusting into her vagina and anus, collided within her cramped passages and began forcibly stretching the narrow space.
The dynamic change was plainly visible on the outside of her body as well. Each time she slammed her hips down in a violent cowgirl position, her smooth lower abdomen grotesquely undulated along the paths of the two shafts branching inside her. The shapes of the flesh bulging against her thin abs created a grotesque, obscene spectacle, as if two snakes were thrashing within her belly.
“Haa, aah! Nngh! Two…… even with two, why does it still feel so empty!”
Far from satisfied, Elara ground her pelvis even more wildly. Despite the volume filling her front and back, her nerves still remembered the overwhelming ‘thickness’ of the Ogre’s shaft that had crushed all the way to the depths of her womb, and she screamed. Even with two men clinging to her and thrusting with all their might, it felt to her like nothing more than lukewarm, slender intrusions.
“Bigger, swell up bigger, I said! Ruin my belly like Master did, pleeease!”
Each time she reached climax, Elara’s entire body convulsed as if struck by lightning, and from below her, a waterfall of love juices, excrement, and the men’s semen mixed into white foam poured out. Yet whenever the men foamed at the mouth and collapsed unconscious, only a profound emptiness lingered in her eyes. It was the despairing realization that human size could never replace the volume of that colossal monster.
In the end, even after reducing all five mercenaries to rags, her thirst remained unquenched. Elara staggered back into the darkness, her thighs slick with semen, unable to even properly gather her clothes. This grotesque hunt repeated night after night.
The rumors of the back alleys spread like flies to rotten meat. Tales of the once-noble Silver-rank adventurer Elara, now steeped in bestial lust and hunting the village’s males, became far more stimulating entertainment for the bottom-rung mercenaries than any tale of adventure.
“Hey, that one huddled in the corner…… Is that really Elara?”
A few days later, near a dilapidated house shrouded in thick darkness. Two burly mercenaries swallowed dryly as they approached. They were Jack and Hans, who prided themselves on their massive members and had sent many a whore weeping. They were eager to confirm the rumors and satisfy their desire to bring the once-high-and-mighty female warrior to her knees.
Before they could even draw near, Elara—her torn robe revealing pale skin—lifted her head first.
“Aah, aaah…… The scent. Male scent……”
She sprang forward like a starving leopard. In an instant, she seized Jack by the collar and slammed him against the wall, then savagely tore open his trousers. Startled by her overwhelming Silver-rank speed, Jack soon caught sight of Elara’s ample breasts and wet eyes, and a lecherous grin spread across his face.
“So the rumors were true! Alright, let’s see just how well a Silver-rank lady can take it!”
Jack grabbed her breasts as if to crush them and drove himself in one thrust into her overflowing sex. True to his self-proclaimed massive size, a heavy weight slammed against her inner walls. At the same time, Hans, who had been aiming from behind, gripped her waist tightly and forcibly shoved his thick member into her already-stretched anus.
“Ughiiiiiiit-!!! Aah, aaang! It’s in, two of them at once!”
Elara’s spine bent like a bow as a scream burst from her. The violent sensation of being violated from both sides at once. She trembled throughout her body in response to the heavy mass filling her narrow passages.
“Whoa, look at this bitch? The way she’s squeezing is no joke! Hey, Hans! This bitch’s ass is trying to swallow mine too!” “Kuh-kuh, the guild’s precious adventurer is no different from a bitch here! Hey, Elara! What would your master say if he saw you like this?”
The men’s vulgar taunts filled the alley as their rough pistoning began. The dynamic movements projected grotesquely onto Elara’s body from the outside. As the two massive shafts thrust into her from front and back, pushing against each other within her cramped lower abdomen, her smooth belly skin deformed unevenly under the internal pressure. Each time Jack slammed down, her lower belly bulged outward; each time Hans thrust from behind, the trajectory of the flesh pushing up along her intestinal walls was vividly etched against her thin abs. It was an obscene and grotesque scene, as if two snakes were entangled and fighting inside her belly.
“Aah, aah! Deeper, deeper! Stir up my insides more! Like Master…… break my womb, pleeease!”
Yet even amid the pleasure that seemed to melt her brain, Elara soon felt a profound sense of dissonance. Though the two burly mercenaries were thrusting with all their might, filling her with physical volume and size all the way to her womb, it lacked the overwhelming ‘weight’ that had crushed her very soul—the destructive aura unique to the ferocious beast that had violated and dominated her. Instead, there were only two large chunks of meat grinding against each other.
“Hurk, hah……! T-this bitch’s suction……! Feels like all my cum’s getting sucked out!”
“Damn it, I can’t hold it! I’m coming, I’m coming!!”
In the end, the mercenaries who had prided themselves on their massive members could not withstand Elara’s Silver-rank inner contractions and had all their stamina drained in mere dozens of minutes. They collapsed as if sinking into the white foam of hot love juices and their own semen pouring from inside Elara. The men lay sprawled on the floor, panting, unable to so much as lift a finger.
But Elara was cold. She kicked away the limp member of the spent mercenary and rose to her feet. Male seed trickled down her thighs, yet emptiness still lingered in her eyes.
“……As expected, it’s fake. Just oversized chunks of meat. Without that thick, heavy aura of Master’s that burned my brain……”
Without even glancing at the fallen mercenaries, she roughly draped her torn robe over herself and staggered back into the darkness—searching for something hotter, more pungent, a ‘true beastly aura’ vast enough to completely erase her very existence.
And then, a few days later.
At the damp entrance of an alley on the outskirts of the slums in the twilight. Elara stood leaning against the wall, her empty eyes holding the unimpressive shaft of a Bronze-rank adventurer in her hand.
“Haa, haa…… Heh, Lady Elara…… Your hand technique is something else……”
The man exhaled roughly in excitement, but Elara merely stroked his member with mechanical hand movements, her gaze numb as she assessed its quality. Both its size and the aura it emitted were those of a cheap, worthless male. Far from quenching her thirst, it only deepened the cracks.
It was during this moment of idle, bestial longing that it happened.
Swish—
Carried on the wind from the alley’s entrance came a heavy, dense, feral scent. It was the ferocious beast’s body odor that had been deeply embedded in her mind—the one she had craved and suffered for so long.
“Aah, aaah……”
Elara’s hand stopped dead. She flung the eager Bronze-rank adventurer to the ground. At last, having caught the beastly scent she had so desperately sought, she turned her head at a grotesque speed, clear love juices dripping endlessly from between her legs.
The familiar, dense Ogre’s aura approaching from the darkness. In her once-empty eyes, a wild gleam and ecstasy instantly took hold.
“Aah, aaaah……! M-Master’s scent……! Master!”
The Silver-rank bitch, having completely lost her reason and gone into heat, hurled herself at full speed toward the true predator’s aura. In that moment, the gears of the otherworld’s back alley meshed perfectly.