Judgment of the Plains (4)
Something that had been supporting my body, now drained of all strength, slips away with a soft shlick. It hadn't been inside me, only nestled in the narrow gap just before my womanhood, yet I knew the moment it vanished.
Every writhing thread of darkness lurking in that other-space had felt like an extension of my own fingers.
Having sated its breeding urge to the fullest, the male Rockbend Ram finally withdrew after hours of relentless, frenzied mating. A deep, satisfied rumble escaped it as its member slid free. Watching the massive organ—once as thick as my torso—rapidly shrink, I collapsed onto the hay with a heavy thud.
“Hnnngh… hhk, haah……”
Like chewed gum stripped of all sweetness, like an empty wrapper discarded after its contents were devoured, my body lay sprawled in the center of the vast pen. The sight of it, reflected in my vacant eyes, felt distant and unreal.
A hollow laugh bubbled up. Moments ago it had been rutting me with such desperate hunger, yet now it ambled over to the feed trough and began munching contentedly on the mountain of grass piled there.
I could almost understand.
‘…Right. Once a male finishes, the female must look no better than a scrap of seaweed washed up on the shore.’
Emptiness and exhaustion crashed over me. I closed my eyes with the thought.
When I next opened them, the sun had already set. I must have passed out from sheer fatigue.
‘My consciousness…… is still mine. Nothing is whispering to me. No urge to corrupt others, either. Just what is that thing planning?’
Calling the transcendent being that had reincarnated me “that thing” felt oddly familiar, and the realization startled me. When I tried to flinch, however, my body refused to move—something heavy was pinning me down.
‘Wh…at. Why is it so heavy… I can’t… breathe……’
The answer came at once. A low, rumbling snore vibrated through the ground beside me, like distant thunder. There was no mistaking it.
“Hik……”
The elephant-sized Rockbend Ram lay comfortably next to me, fast asleep. Both of its forelegs were wrapped around me in a protective embrace. Perhaps the sacred beast blessed by the Earth Mother had realized that a naked woman tossed into the pen would freeze in the cold night air of the plains.
Its wool—absurdly soft for such a massive creature—covered me completely, carrying the sharp, musky scent of a wild beast.
‘Heavy… it’s heavy, it smells, it’s suffocating…… But……’
It was warm.
Perhaps it had decided I was a female worth keeping. The sleeping posture spoke of an instinct to guard its own mate, even though only hours earlier it had tried to pound me into ruin from the inside.
A creature intelligent enough to understand that I would grow cold at night could not possibly be ignorant of what would happen to a human woman if something that size were forced inside her. I hated it for that…… yet I had no right to refuse.
I stroked the filthy but soft wool, then suddenly twitched as something registered.
‘Ugh……’
Between my legs, everything was sticky and drenched. Without my noticing, I had become soaked; the slick fluid trailed down my thighs and soaked into the straw beneath me. I stared in disbelief.
‘I…… got wet? Just from being held by this male beast……?’
Still…… the fact that my body could produce proper lubrication might mean it had returned to normal. If that unknown spatial rift still remained open inside me, any arousal fluid would simply leak away into it.
Come to think of it, I could no longer feel the writhing shadows of that other world—the ones that had moved like my own limbs only moments ago. It was as though the very memory of controlling them had been a dream.
I……
Stared blankly down at my own body. Through the gaps in the ram’s soft wool I could see my chest, my stomach, my legs. Thighs and hips that held no feminine curve, only thinness. The arousal fluid dripping onto the straw caught the starlight.
My gaze drifted lower—to the small, almost defenseless buttocks and the dry thighs. Even the calves and the feet dangling beneath them looked pitiful: bony ankles, the tops of the feet and toes all sharply visible beneath paper-thin skin. Small feet. Delicate toes.
‘I was a baker’s daughter…… I never went hungry as a child, so why is my body this thin? It must be Pirel’s—Mother’s—genes. Pirel really……’
Even this body had its admirers. Men who found something endearing in its small, bony frame. Men who had kept rewinding its physical age to the prime of youth.
Men……
As if entranced, I slowly lowered my right hand, hesitating all the while. Though hidden by the night, I knew the soft pink petals—slightly swollen, shyly proclaiming themselves a girl’s most precious place—waited there.
My fingers lingered, trembling, fighting the urge to push inside. I hesitated. Was it really all right to do this?
One more step and I would fall past the lowest point a woman—or even a human—could reach. The fear made me pause.
‘……I’m just checking. Yes…… It’s not masturbation. I’m only…… making sure there’s nothing wrong inside. That no rift to that other space remains…… Checking, that’s all……’
“Hnn……”
I clapped my left hand over my mouth. The ram’s hearing was surely far sharper than a human’s; I couldn’t risk waking the creature that held me like a precious treasure.
“Mmph…… hngh…… haah…… nn♡”
My ragged breaths scattered white into the night air.
Two fingers of my slender right hand slipped into the already drenched cleft with a soft, wet sound. Warm, plush inner walls embraced them, slick and welcoming.
‘It feels reassuring……’
My own flesh. My own mucosa. My most secret place…… yet countless men had passed through it. Still, because I had rewound my body only moments earlier, the thin, fluttering membrane at the entrance remained intact—waiting to be torn by the right male.
‘Now that I think about it, I rewound time right in the middle of the ram thrusting. And it’s still here.’
That meant the ram had never even touched the hymen. The spatial rift had opened outside my body, beyond the entrance, and closed cleanly once the ram finished.
‘Yet it felt like I was moving my own body. Not tentacles growing from inside me, but shadows swaying like seaweed in deep water, like the hair of a drowned corpse…… moving them as if they were my own fingers……’
“Hnn……”
The memory of that euphoric sensation made fresh lubrication gush around my fingers. The inside of my passage had grown so wet that the fluid overflowed in embarrassing rivulets.
Before I knew it, I was stroking the sensitive spots I had learned over thirty years of using this body—spots I had also allowed men to discover.
“Hngh…… hah, hnn……♡ Ah, haah, huuu…… hnnk……”
Legs spread wide, right hand working desperately between them while the left muffled every moan. A thin trail of drool escaped the corner of my mouth and wet my palm; I must have loosened my grip without noticing.
I had lost my mind. In this place…… in the embrace of this stinking beast……
……and staring at that very beast while I touched myself with such desperate arousal. No sane woman would do this.
‘Getting excited…… from looking at that beast…… masturbating…… If this continues…… even without that “beyond” or corruption…… I’ll destroy myself as a human…… with my own will…… The thought makes me shudder…… yet……’
“Mmph…… hnn, hngh…… huub…… hngh…… hah♡”
‘I can’t…… stop……’
A salty taste touched my tongue. Without realizing it, I had begun licking my own palm.
‘If only…… someone’s…… mouth…… had violated me there too……’
Driven by a hollow, aching need, I greedily tasted the palm that had been silencing me.
The dried sweat from the day—gritty salt—mixed with the sweet scent of skin that could tempt a man. I wished it were not my hand but a man’s healthy member. Unable to bear it, I pushed my fingers into my mouth.
“Oh…… mmph…… slurp…… chuup, chuup…… nn…… lick, haah……”
Saliva ran down my wrist to my elbow, yet I could not stop.
‘This…… alone…… my fingers alone…… aren’t enough…… not enough to feel like a cock…… not enough……’
I tried to bunch my fingers into a phallic shape, but the texture, the warmth, the thickness, the length—none of it could compare to a real man’s cock pounding into my throat, pulsing like a heartbeat.
Still, there was no other way. At least this way I could reach climax. My heart remained unsatisfied, but my body could ease the ache.
Body convulsing, legs straightening like dry twigs each time an orgasm struck, toes splayed like a frog’s, I let the urine flow freely until my stomach felt empty. That was how I spent the night.
Inside the pen thick with the stench of a creature that possessed a cock, until the stars faded, until the darkness slowly retreated, until exhaustion dragged me into unconsciousness, I kept touching myself—grinding every last shred of dignity into dust—burning the night away in pleasure-addicted wakefulness.
“Hnn……?”
A massive, damp blanket-like thing gently licked my back, jolting me awake. The sharp stench of dried beast saliva made me grimace. Sunlight blinded me the moment I opened my eyes; I had to shield the sky with my palm. It was already midday.
The Rockbend Ram, having licked me awake, gave me a relieved look before returning to the trough and resuming its meal with gusto.
‘Hungry……’
It had been a full day since my imprisonment, yet the door the ogre chieftain had slammed shut remained closed. No food had been provided.
‘Of course. They probably intended for the ram to kill me on the first day. They never planned to feed me.’
I let out a dry laugh and lay back on the straw, staring blankly at the ram’s rear as it ate its fill with its back turned to me.
‘If it were a pigsty I might manage, but this is a grass-eater’s pen…… I doubt I can share whatever’s in that trough. It looks no different from the straw on the floor. And since it’s male, I can’t even milk it. What now……’
I gave up thinking and simply lay on my back, shielding my eyes with one hand. Because this was ogre territory, they would at least keep their word and wait three days. If I escaped before then, they might cause trouble for the Margrave of Vestebene, demanding my return.
If nothing happened after three days, I could simply rewind the wall and escape. That was all.
‘What about my clothes and belongings…… If they already sold everything thinking I would die…… I have to get Master’s grimoire, my clock, and Iskil’s necklace back.’
While I was lost in thought, the now-satiated ram approached again. It nudged me gently with its head—an invitation to play. I tensed and glanced at its underside, but the member had already retracted completely out of sight.
‘It really does just want to play.’
So the ram carried me on its back, demanded walks around the pen, asked to have its head petted, and licked my hair vigorously. It even closed its eyes and rubbed its cheek—twice as long as my body—against my flat chest, as though it believed itself my lover.
Truthfully, I had worried it might want to mate again. I had no confidence I could repeat the absurd feat of opening a spatial rift instead of my womanhood, even if I begged that existence for help.
Fortunately, the great male seemed to have no such desire now. It only wanted companionship and play, as though convinced I was already its mate after filling me so thoroughly on the first day.
Thus the final day I had set for myself arrived. Because no one came, I had been forced to starve the entire time.
Just as I was considering rewinding my own time to regain a little strength despite the hunger, the sturdy wooden door of the pen—which had not moved once since being shut—suddenly shook with violent pounding from outside.
The ram had heard it too. The massive male that now regarded me as its partner stared warily at the door.
‘Sounds like ogre footsteps.’
Perhaps they intended to keep their promise and open the door on the third day. Or perhaps they simply wanted to dispose of the corpse before the stench of a human female whose insides had been pulped into mush became unbearable.
‘If they see I’m still alive, will they be disappointed and try to kill me? But this sacred beast chose to spare me…… would they really harm me now……’
While I stared weakly at the door with such thoughts,
the door exploded.