The Stag's Betrayal
In the damp forest, the two of us sat slumped against my backpack, limbs limp and barely holding us upright. My arms and legs trembled, refusing to obey my will. It was terrifying, but the shaking wasn't from fear alone. Perhaps the signals traveling through my nerves had been scrambled by the venom; my body, sprawled in the mud and moss of the forest path, convulsed on its own.
The parasitic wasp that had injected me with its toxin crawled across my body, antennae twitching as if confirming my paralysis. It didn't seem to have laid its eggs or done anything else yet.
I-I don't want this… not here… not like this… not by some insect… I don't want to die that way…
If there was any chance to escape, it had to be now… but…
Clip. Clip.
Ah…
Clip-clip.
Hooves… the sound of hooves…
As I struggled to move my limbs, the deer that had been trembling with its forelegs folded approached me once more. Perhaps it had regained its freedom after the parasite inside it had emerged. Through my venom-blurred vision, streaked with rain-like noise, I saw the deer. Though its head was grotesquely deformed, it was still the brief friend that had followed me—the companion of half a day.
If the deer retained any awareness, it must have realized I had fallen to the same toxin. Maybe it would crush the insect and save me.
I stared at the deer with trembling eyes. Its head swelled violently. I had seen the tumor pulsing like a heart before, but this was different…
Then came a wet pop. The sound of living flesh bursting open—a noise no one should ever hear, or survive hearing.
What… is this…? This… what…
Blood and chunks of flesh splattered across my face—not mere droplets, but a horrifying mess of torn meat and jagged bone fragments.
The moment I managed to lift my head, I understood. The deer's skull had ruptured completely, the upper half of its cranium gone.
“Wh-what…”
The deer's brain, exposed to the winter night air, pulsed visibly. A brain shouldn't move like that. Even through my fading sight, I saw it clearly: something pale and no larger than a little finger wriggled through the exposed gray matter.
What is that…? I don't know… I don't know anything like that…
No living creature could survive with its skull shattered and brain exposed. Yet the deer remained standing, its legs twitching occasionally.
Then, as if stretching, it raised its foreleg high before slamming it down—directly onto my mud-covered arms, which still spasmed helplessly.
“Nngh… ah… it hurts…!!”
That single blow felt as though it had cracked both my wrists. An herbivore's strike, unaware of its own strength—made worse because the creature could no longer control its body after losing its brain.
My arms felt broken, yet the pain was strangely muted. The venom must have numbed my senses. Far from comforting, the realization chilled me. What kind of terrifying aftereffects would follow a toxin that even blocked pain?
Why…?
I stared in terror at the deer whose head had been completely destroyed. Still pinning my arms, it bent its hind legs.
Only then did I notice it: between the deer's hind legs, something rigid and dangling.
This can't be…
A deer whose head had burst open, its body little more than a walking corpse controlled by parasitic larvae, was trying to mount me.
“Don't… don't do it… please… We… we traveled together, didn't we…? Please… you can't…”
With both wrists shattered, I could offer no resistance. I begged with a tongue that barely moved, even knowing the animal—its mind devoured—could never understand.
“No… no, please… hngh… haaah…”
Powerlessness, terror, shame, and betrayal crashed over me. I burst into tears, but the beast paid no heed. Its foreleg, which had been crushing my left arm, shoved aside my robe and skirt. Then its mouth—filled only with the instinct to strip away the final bandage—pressed against the cloth that still covered my most intimate place. The fabric, stained from a long day's walk and occasional relief by the roadside, now received the touch of another. My face burned crimson.
I made one last plea.
“Nngh… please… stop…”
Of course, it was useless.
“Hngk?!!?!”
The deer's rigid member—something that should never have entered a human body—invaded me.
Its size was not so different from a man's, perhaps a little harder. Yet the foreign sensation of something not human made my skin crawl. Whether bone ran through its length or not, the unnatural stiffness only heightened the revulsion.
“Ugh… nngh… uegh… hgk…”
Disgust and nausea surged at the thought of being violated by a beast. My body wanted to retch, but the venom had paralyzed my insides; nothing came up. I could only make the motions of gagging. Perhaps the parasite had evolved to suppress vomiting, ensuring its host remained fresh enough for reproduction.
The deer's movements were purely animal—cold, thoughtless, driven only by instinct. With its brain consumed, it moved even more mindlessly than an ordinary beast.
“Haa… nngh… hgk…”
Ah… ahn?! W-wait… the eye…
As broken moans escaped my lips like a fish out of water, something crashed into me. The memory of the basement returned the moment I recognized the sensation. I finally understood what it meant to have encountered this toxin before.
I… I want it… cock… cock… hehe, cock… I want it so badly… even though it's already inside, I want more…
Now I understood. No—I had always known, but refused to admit it. This creature had never been an ordinary stag from the moment we met.
Its brain devoured, its body infested with eggs and larvae, it had been nothing more than a puppet controlled by the parasite. That was how it reproduced.
It stripped away pain so the host could not sense danger, amplified lust and pleasure so that predators would easily devour it or weaker females would be overpowered and bred—thus creating more vessels for its young. The pleasure, amplified dozens or hundreds of times, drove victims mad, just as it had done to me in Mittenburg's basement.
Feeling my own mind slowly unravel, I began to move my hips in time with the deer's thrusts. Its strangely rigid, bone-like member writhed inside me.
“Hngh… ahn♡ hng… hah…!”
Whether aroused by my sounds or simply following its remaining reproductive drive, the stag drooled onto my lifted dress and moved with brutal force. While being mated by a beast, my mind burned away under pleasure and venom alike.
Ehehe… cock… give me more… I love stag cock… this feels… so good…
If this continued, I would die here and become a living meal for the hatching larvae. Such a death would be… wretched.
Should I have listened to Azalea and never come?
Father… Pirel…
“Hah?!”
Perhaps the sight of my parents' faces in my final moments brought a flicker of clarity. Fighting the horrifying transformation of my thoughts, I gathered what little consciousness remained and shook my head violently.
“No… no… I don't want this… not here… not like this… not by going mad so hideously… I don't want to die…”
I knew it was futile. Once things had reached this point, no amount of struggling could change the outcome. A mocking remark Rin had made months ago, just before becoming my daughter, flashed through my mind.
“Lady Kaira is weak to pleasures that destroy body and mind. Like narcotic ecstasy.”
And my reply:
“Idiot. Anyone would be. How can you resist drugs with willpower alone…?”
Willpower was useless. Unless a miracle occurred and someone saved me, there was no escape for someone whose time could no longer be rewound.
Perhaps hearing my whimpers, the mother wasp that had vanished earlier reappeared. Terrified at the sight of the fist-sized insect, I begged anyway, knowing it could not understand.
“No… please don't… don't… please… don't do it…”
The wasp seemed to interpret my noise as resistance. It crawled beside my head, extended a stinger no thicker than a little finger, and—
“Hngk?!”
—pierced my neck.
Huh…? Eh…? Ah…
Me… me…? Why am I here…? I… I'm Kaira… so… so…
Cock…
Cock… Lord Cock… I have to put it in my pussy… and like it…
Ah, ah. That's right, you dummy, Kaira.
Cock… it's already inside me. Someone precious is using my lowly cock-sleeve… I can't see clearly, but…
I'm happy… I know that much…
“Yes… hehe… I like it… I like it, Lord Cock… my husband… hehehehe…”
Letting out a sigh-like sound, I began moving my hips again. My limbs wouldn't move, but my torso could still sway in time with the thrusts.
I'm happy…
Yes, I'm happy…
I let all strength leave my body.
The body of my husband, who had been moving so vigorously above me, suddenly ruptured. His skin bulged and split as something—blisters or abscesses—tore through from within, bursting open everywhere.
His forelegs collapsed, and the white, writhing mass that had once been his brain spilled out, rolling into the mud. Something crawled out from beneath the skin of his fallen legs, skittering across the fur.
Hehe… what was that again…? I don't know… don't know… anyway, cock first…
His hind legs buckled into a kneeling position. His belly burst open, spraying foul-smelling contents across my clothes and face. Even as this happened, his member remained hard—still trying so desperately to make me happy.
It throbbed violently inside me before finally releasing something. Even through the sensation in my depths, I knew it wasn't ordinary semen. Round, grain-like things mixed with wriggling, thread-like clusters filled me.
Aah… I'm happy. Now I'm… Lord Cock's… egg… house…
The moment I understood my fate, every muscle below my waist went slack. I regretted that I could no longer move for my husband. Only my upper body remained barely upright.
Through the loosened muscles, filthy contents spilled out helplessly. Yet even the shameful sensation of soiling myself against my will became—
“Hah?! Ah… nngh… ah… ahn♡”
—layer upon layer of climax, crushing my mind beneath waves of bliss.
With a body that could no longer move, only my lips twitching faintly, I did the last thing I could for my husband as his movements slowed.
“I love you. I love… you… hehe, I love you, I love you… I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you…”
Whispering slowly, my voice growing fainter as I sang my love until the very end, I let my fading consciousness slip away.
But… why was I… having sex here…? Who… who's touching my pussy right now…?
The buzzing of wings reached my ears like a lullaby. The sound was so comforting that the fleeting thought scattered on the wind.
I don't… know… just… feels… nice… let me… sleep…