The Suspicious Rite of the Autumn Forest (1)
It was rather grandiose to call it a rite, but the only thing the priest who worshipped some dubious god did to me was plain, ordinary rape.
“Nngh… Hah, uuh… Haah, ngh… Uuh, mm, huuuh…”
“For all that your appearance suggests nothing more than a pure maiden who has barely passed fifteen, you seem remarkably accustomed to these movements. Sister Kaira, do you have a great deal of experience with men? Ah, I do not mean to deny your maturity or femininity. I am simply curious.”
The priest muttered with a mocking tone. There was no need to answer such nonsense, so I swallowed my voice with a wet gurgle.
Whether he intended to keep his promise or whether I had simply been first in line, he still showed no sign of laying a hand on Pirel.
Even as I was violated in that shameful position—face down with only my hips raised—I turned my gaze slightly toward Pirel.
“Mmph…? Ngh… Uu, mmph…”
The small girl who had once been my mother remained tightly bound, letting out bewildered moans. At least the blade that had threatened her life was gone, so her voice carried no pain. That was something of a relief.
Pirel could not tear her eyes away from me. Pressed against the leaf-strewn forest floor with her elbows and cheek, she watched with terrified eyes as I panted beneath the priest in his holy vestments, hips raised and trembling.
Was she trembling in fear because she knew she would be next? Or was she bewildered by the sight of me shaking my waist of my own accord, showing no sign of reluctance at all?
“Huu… Ahah, mm… Uhh… Hauk, uuh, ngh… Ahn, ngh…”
I… how pathetic. Even while being raped naked in the middle of the forest with cold wind blowing across my skin, I was drowning in the womanly pleasure that surged all the way to the top of my head.
One year spent as a whore in a brothel. Another year spent as a clockwork meat sleeve for sexual relief in the underground of Mittenburg. Two long years of being trampled by men had changed me completely.
Even as these suspicious heretics covered me in dirt and violated me, my hopeless body still sought out pleasure.
“Uuh, ngh… Th-this… Hah… F-feels… good… Mm, ngh… S-so… so gooood… yesss…”
My mouth, unable to hold back the ecstasy, spilled out vulgar words of temptation as if I were trying to seduce a customer at the brothel. No one had ordered me to do it. I was shaking my hips of my own free will.
“Very good, Sister. The rite only gains meaning when you assist it with such enthusiasm.”
In complete contrast to me, the heretic priest seemed to genuinely regard this copulation as something resembling a sacred ceremony.
Unlike me—my face already completely ruined, drool pouring from lips smeared with dirt and fallen leaves—he continued to thrust his hips and savagely stir my insides while his expression remained utterly composed.
And more than that…
This man… He calls himself a priest, so why… why is he so good at this…!!
A cock of absurd size that still left room even after filling my insides completely. Movements that were indifferent and mechanical, yet calculated to melt a woman’s core. And the unyielding hardness that remained even after he had already cum three times.
Ngh… Are you training by holding orgies instead of religious services or something…?
Given that he had suddenly demanded sexual intercourse under the pretext of a dedication rite, it seemed entirely plausible.
I glanced once more at Pirel, whom the priest had declared would participate in this so-called offering with him.
The blade the heretic had pressed against her had been withdrawn, but he had not released her. Judging by the atmosphere, he most likely had no intention of freeing her until the end. After raping us both once, he would probably abduct the pair of us together.
I had means of escape even on my own, but it would be troublesome if Pirel were taken somewhere else. I had to negotiate somehow and at least secure her release.
And if he tries to rape Pirel next… the moment he lays a hand on her, I will kill them all…
Even while gasping for breath amid the climaxes that still whipped through my entire body, I clung to that last unbroken thread of will.
Around that time, I felt another swelling sensation inside my vagina.
“This is yet another seed of the plan bestowed by the exalted ones. Please accept it graciously.”
Exalted ones, seeds—whatever. It’s just cum…
Even as I thought that, my body—flailing as if drowning in a pleasure that threatened to shatter my mind—could only let out stupid, pious moans.
“Uuu… Hngh… U-uh?! S-stop, stopstopstopstop, th-this, f-feels, so—strange…!!”
An unbelievable torrent of “seed” swirled violently inside me. Lewd, wet squelching sounds leaked from between my folds as the fourth load of semen was poured into my belly.
The moment it happened, I was swallowed by climax once again, burning away my brain cells with female pleasure. I forgot what I was doing. I forgot why I was in this state at all.
“Huuuugh?!?! Ah, ahaah♡ S-so good… This feels so good… Ehehet, hehehehe…”
I had been trembling with my whole body, trying to preserve my sanity against the repeated waves of orgasm, but now I could only weakly turn my head and look up at the cult priest.
What entered my vision then was something utterly absurd.
“Huk… U-uh… Uu… Eh…?”
What had risen from the priest’s crotch—what had once been a male organ—was now grotesquely deformed. It had become something pitch-black that refused to reflect even a single ray of light, a bizarre tentacle that could never belong to a human body.
Something of an unnatural hue, as if the starless night sky had been torn away and brought down to earth, writhed behind my back. A chill ran down my spine at the sight of that monstrous horror—like living shadow given will, like darkness itself incarnate.
W-wait… Waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait, th-that… What is that…? What is it, what is it…? What the hell is that… It wasn’t… a hallucination…?
“N-no… Get away… from me, g-get away… Hngh… I-I’m scared…! Go away… go away…!! Uck?!”
I tried to crawl across the floor thick with autumn leaves, hoping to escape with what little strength remained in my body, but of course it was useless.
The priest grabbed a fistful of my hair—the short cut I had maintained and trimmed every time I rewound time while living in the brothel, all to avoid being recognized from my graduation at the Magic Academy.
“D-don’t… Please… I-I’m begging you… I don’t like that… I don’t like it… Okay? I’m scared, so please…”
My legs and waist had no strength left after the merciless pleasure that had just ravaged me. There was no way I could break free from that grip and run.
“Did you not just say it felt good a moment ago?”
“N-no… That was… that was…”
Only pathetic excuses wandered through the air. Only now did I realize I had been letting out happy, pious moans while being so brutally violated. The shame I had postponed came rushing up, and my face burned crimson.
Apparently deciding I was no longer worth speaking to, he yanked my head back with brute force.
“Ow, that hurts!!”
“We shall begin.”
“Wh-what… Hueh…? Ghuk… O-ohhh… Ohuk?!?!”
It… went in…? B-but… that’s not my pussy… It’s… my back…
I opened and closed my mouth, barely managing to spit out fragments of incomplete words.
“Th-there… N-no, nooo… That’s not a place you put it… N-no… Ghuk?!?!”
My intestines convulsed. The deepest part of my belly—somewhere that should never, under any circumstances, be invaded—was being defiled by living shadow. A strange sensation that was neither cold nor hot, yet unmistakably the very essence of profound darkness, slowly soiled my insides.
“S-stop… please… I-I’m begging you… Agh… Uu, uuh… Ueeeek… Th-the feeling… is… strange…”
I hurriedly looked down at my stomach. My belly, swollen to an unrealistic degree, squirmed against my will. The horrifying sense of something foreign writhing inside me like it was packed with insects was bad enough, but seeing it with my own eyes completely broke my spirit.
“Ah… Haha… Ahaha… My… belly… Ahah…!”
Ah… I get it now… This wriggling thing… It’s… my small intestine…
“Ugh, ughk… Ngh… Blegh!! Ueeeek!!!”
I tried to retch, but nothing came up except sticky saliva from the back of my throat. It was as if the pitch-black tentacle had paralyzed the movements of my stomach; I couldn’t even feel the usual nausea.
“Uu… Ngh… N-no… Uck, I d-don’t want… Uuk?!”
A writhing sensation in my throat. It was a feeling one should never experience unless being dissected alive, yet my instincts understood immediately. The tentacle had invaded the inside of my stomach.
“Ugh… Aah… Ah, ah, uu… Hngh… Hahahahaha…”
A horrifying mixture of foreignness and fullness stirred inside my belly. It coiled as if determined to fill my stomach until it burst. All I could do was cry and laugh helplessly.
Eventually even the strength in my arms gave out, and I collapsed face-first into the fallen leaves, still letting out that deranged laughter.
“Hah… Ahah, ha… Ehehet, hehe… He…?!”
At that moment, something crushed my lungs. A painful foreign sensation as if it were tearing the bottom of my esophagus. The feeling of an earthworm crawling up from my stomach reached all the way to my throat. I understood. The tentacle had forced open the pylorus of my stomach and was pushing up into my esophagus, pressing against my windpipe and lungs in an attempt to suffocate me.
Breath completely cut off by the foreign sensation and terror, I thrashed about so violently that the skin of my face scraped raw against the ground.
“Huk… Ka, haak… U-uh, ueek… O-oooeeek?! Ohuk… Ghok… Hooooook…”
No, no, no… My mouth, n-not my mouth… U-ugh?!
And then, something pitch-black suddenly burst out of my mouth.
Th-this… No way… I d-don’t want…
Even an idiot could guess what was happening, but I didn’t want to accept the truth. Tears scattered from my eyes as I frantically shook my head from side to side in denial.
“Hoooot… Huu… Mmph… Brgh…”
No matter how much I tried to deny it, reality was cruel. A deep shadow the exact color of midnight, writhing as if it possessed its own will, had thrust itself out of my mouth. It completely blocked my breath and my voice.
It must have crawled all the way up from my intestines, piercing through my entire digestive tract, yet there was no disgusting smell of feces or digestive fluids. It was as if the tentacle had absorbed every impurity inside me—or perhaps it was made of some otherworldly material that refused to permit the world’s filth.
Nevertheless, the sensation of having my organs pierced and the suffocating pressure were so agonizing that my body convulsed violently, limbs splayed out and fingers twitching uncontrollably.
“Ghuh… Ho, ohuk… Ukh… K-khuk… Ha, hahye… Uhe…”
Just as I was about to beg for my life, an otherworldly pleasure raced along the walls of my organs. Even though there should have been no nerves capable of feeling such a thing in those places.
“Ghuooooook?!?!? Ho, hohuk?!?! Hahk… Hat♡ ……? Kahk, kaaaaah?!”
My brain was pickled in pleasure and could no longer form proper thoughts. My vocal cords were crushed by the tentacle in my throat, leaving my body completely broken and unable to produce coherent speech. And yet that defiled body squeezed out its last ounce of strength to let out a hideous, pious cry.
“A-ahh, huok♡ K-khaak… Ahk?! A-heha… Ha, aha… Ohuk♡”
From my mouth, which now held a tentacle of shadow crafted from something that should not exist in this world, there spread a horrific noise that no one would ever mistake for human. A pleasure-drenched scream echoed, filthily polluting the cold silence of the late autumn forest.