Morning Heat and the Ghoul's Maw
My consciousness rose slowly from the depths of deep sleep. It was because of the heavy sensation coming from my lower body. Even before opening my eyes, the soft weight resting on my hips and the sticky breathing tickling my ears awakened my sense of reality first.
"Hnn, haa…… uht."
I frowned and slowly opened my eyes. Beneath the morning sunlight filtering through the cracks of the old inn window, sweat-soaked silver hair was scattered messily across my chest. It was Elara. She was straddling me, her waist moving while still holding the penis I had left inside her the night before, fully sheathed in her belly.
"……What are you doing."
When I asked in a dry, half-asleep voice, Elara, who had been moving her hips, flinched and stopped. Her crimson eyes, moist and glistening, looked down at me.
"Ah, Master. You're awake……?"
"That's what I want to ask. You passed out like that last night, yet your stamina's impressive this early in the morning."
"Well, you see……"
Elara rubbed her cheek against my chest as if making excuses, letting out a seductive nasal sound. "When I woke up, there was this incredibly hard and hot thing pulsing inside my belly. My womb kept getting pressed because of Master's morning vigor, so I got wet again without realizing it…… And I also felt sorry for fainting first last night without satisfying you to the end."
Even as she spoke of apology, her sticky inner walls were tightly gripping my shaft. Rather, she was grinding her hips as if trying to swallow my penis—which had swelled mercilessly from the combination of morning physiology and ogre instinct—to its limit.
"So you were using that apology as an excuse to secretly feast on your own?"
"It's not stealing, Master. I was going to serve you before you woke up and take as much as I could into my belly. Ah, hnn! Th-that spot got poked……!"
When I lightly thrust my hips upward, a shrill moan burst from her lips. The side effects of the ogre tattoo released the strongest vitality in the morning. Even after last night's storm had swept through, my body was still starving like a beast. Instead of pointing out the flimsy excuse of this aroused silver-rank thief, I roughly grabbed her ample hips with both hands.
"If you climbed on top saying you'd eat it yourself, then move properly."
"Yes! Haaang! Ah, aaang! I love it, having my belly so full from the morning is too good!"
Elara panted and began riding me fiercely. Every time she lifted her hips and slammed them down with a heavy thud, lewd fluids splattered everywhere and the vulgar sound of flesh slapping filled the room. Her full breasts heaved heavily, and whenever the thick outline of my shaft pushed up against her slim lower belly, she rolled her eyes back and drooled. But I couldn't let her waste her stamina on top of me from the morning. From today onward, I had to carry out the guild's official quests.
"Kuh! Haaang! Master! Ah, it's too deep!"
I grabbed her waist and flipped our positions in an instant. She was thrown onto the bedsheets as our positions reversed.
"Don't waste all your strength before we reach the mine. Just lie there and take it quietly."
"Kyaaaaang! Ugiieee-!!!"
When I drove my hips down mercilessly with force, Elara arched her back like a bow and screamed. I panted roughly and bombarded her womb as if completely crushing it. The moment she reached climax repeatedly and convulsed in pleasure, I poured my hot semen filled with ogre energy into her deepest place like a waterfall.
"Aaaaaang-!!!"
Having received my semen fully into her belly from the morning, Elara drooled long strands while gasping for breath. Our sticky and violent warm-up thus came to an end.
Around the time the sun reached its zenith, we arrived at the entrance of an abandoned mine located on the eastern outskirts of the village. Having absorbed enough vital energy at the inn, Elara showed no trace of post-pleasure fatigue and had returned to the sharp, keen gaze of a Silver-rank thief.
"Mokwon. There's a strong smell of blood and rotting corpses from inside. It's definitely Blood Ghouls."
She whispered lowly while adjusting the bundle of thin metal wires and throwing daggers at her waist instead of her twin daggers. I nodded silently and rolled up my sleeves. The ogre tattoo engraved on my chest and forearms writhed hotly like a beast, sensing the scent of blood. Three spells were already perfectly loaded in my mind.
[Blood Poison], [Telekinesis], [Perception Impairment]
"Come here. I'll erase your presence first."
I lightly bit my thumb to draw blood and drew a geometric spell pattern on the smooth nape of Elara's neck as she approached. It was the [Perception Impairment] spell cast using my blood as a medium. A primal magic that perfectly assimilated the target's presence with the surrounding scent of blood and decay.
"Mix your thief stealth with my spell and infiltrate. Even if ghouls come swarming in groups, I won't lose in a direct fight. You just find the variant."
"Understood. Just don't get too excited staring at my ass from behind."
After throwing a seductive wink, Elara deliberately swayed her round, ample hips side to side as she stepped into the darkness, as if showing off the dizzying curves that rippled blatantly beneath her tight leather outfit. Soon, under the effect of [Perception Impairment], she melted into the mine's shadows like a ghost.
I followed behind her with heavy footsteps into the mine. The inside was damp and ominous. On the floor lay bloodstains and rusted weapons belonging to Iron and Bronze-rank mercenaries who had accepted requests before but couldn't even recover their bones.
"Kieeeek-!"
Before long, grotesque screams erupted from the darkness. A pack of Blood Ghouls that had been crawling along the walls and ceiling poured down all at once, drawn by the scent of blood. Hideous undead with melting muscles and grotesquely protruding veins. I charged straight ahead without dodging. My fist, imbued with ogre strength, cleaved through the air.
Thud-! Crack!
A ghoul's head burst like a watermelon and its rotten ribs shattered into pieces. The plague-tainted claws they swung only scraped my skin, unable to pierce the ogre's tough hide, and sparked instead. Even when my flesh was clumsily torn, the ogre's characteristic violent passive regeneration immediately stitched the wounds shut. Covered in corrupted blood, I continued my overwhelming slaughter.
"Master! Above you!"
At that moment, Elara's urgent cry came from the darkness of the ceiling. Simultaneously, a grotesque monster twice the size of ordinary ghouls fell from deep within the mine with a heavy thud.
[Blood Ghoul Variant]
Having sucked the blood of previous mercenaries, its belly was grotesquely swollen and acidic red blood dripped from its entire body.
"Kraaaak-!"
With the monster's roar, red blood sprayed like buckshot. The moment the droplets touched the rock walls, they sizzled and melted the stone, releasing toxic gas that filled the air. The moment I inhaled, a burning pain as if my lungs were on fire rushed in.
Elara-style - Shadow Step
I kicked off the ground hard and launched my body like a cannonball. The instant my toes crushed the earth, the solid rock floor cracked like a spiderweb and fragments shot up like fireworks. Taking advantage of that gap where I twisted my trajectory with immense strength, I dove into its blind spot.
"Elara! Joints!"
At my shout, a silver wire flew like lightning from the darkness. With a metallic screech echoing off the mine walls, the wire wrapped around the monster's knee ligaments like a snake. As the joint was torn apart, the variant's massive body lost balance and collapsed. I didn't miss that moment and climbed onto its back. However, the monster's claws dug into my side like lightning.
Sizzle-!
The moment they pierced through my ogre-enhanced skin, an excruciating pain as if a heated spear had impaled my flesh exploded. The sharp claws deeply split muscle and bone, spreading near-fatal damage that paralyzed my entire body. My vision scattered momentarily and my consciousness wavered, but the Substitute Doll in my arms hummed and barely absorbed most of the impact, keeping me alive. Even so, the remaining pain pierced through my body like lightning stabbing my brain, and I gritted my teeth while driving my fist toward its throat.
"I'll give you indigestion."
With that low mutter, I deployed the spell in the most crude and destructive way I knew. A method perfectly suited to someone with no refined mana control. I simply crammed the roughly gathered spell power to its limit using [Telekinesis] and compressed it. Then I released this unstable mass of mana all at once from deep inside its body, from the most vulnerable inner membrane. It was a terrifying half-suicide technique that detonated inside the enemy's stomach, relying only on the Substitute Doll's damage absorption and the ogre's physical durability.
"Boom."
KABOOOOOM-!!!
The explosion began from within. The monster's head shattered from the inside, and dark red blood and brain matter scattered in all directions like grenades. The mine walls were stained with blood and the air itself vibrated hotly. The monster convulsed in a final struggle before collapsing like a rotten tree. From the aftershock of the point-blank explosion, my right hand was left half in tatters. The Substitute Doll had also overloaded from defending against the previous fatal wound, so immediate recovery wasn't possible. I clutched my throbbing hand and silently endured the pain.
Haa, haa……
Before long, the Substitute Doll's overload was released and the wounds began to slowly mend. I shook off my fist, now a mess of ghoul entrails and filth, while catching my rough breath. The side that had been deeply gouged by corrosive blood and my rag-like hand had already healed without a trace, thanks to the Substitute Doll's damage transfer effect.
"Wow…… Master, you really looked like a monster just now."
Elara emerged lightly from the darkness and stood beside me. Looking up at me standing tall in the middle of the blood pool, her crimson eyes boiled with not fear, but a deeply sticky lust. The scent of blood from battle and the exploding ogre musk were clearly strongly stimulating her bitch instincts once again.
"For an Iron-rank promotion neck, it was damn difficult."
I roughly carved out the deformed horn and fangs that could serve as proof of identity from the variant's burst head using a bone knife and stuffed them into my pocket. This marked the end of Stone's tag. Finally, a position where I would be recognized as a proper 'hunter' in Shedborax's food chain. Once I hung the Iron-rank badge I would receive in exchange for this foul-smelling trophy around my neck, I would be able to access deeper knowledge, high-grade magical tools, and—using Elara's connections—primal magic beyond what I could currently imagine.
"Let's head back, Elara. Time to throw this rotting head in front of the guild bastards."
"Yes, Master. And once you receive the badge…… you'll pound me until the inn bed breaks as a celebration, right?"
Elara pressed her ample breasts against my blood-stained forearm and smiled seductively. I let out a small chuckle and turned toward the dark exit of the abandoned mine. Plans for the future, savage violence, and depraved pleasure began interlocking like gears and turning.