Taming the Fallen Heroine with Uterine Climaxes

Jamila's surrender shook me to my core.

Because she had always been so bold, hearty, and undeniably strong, a tiny part of me had harbored a desperate hope. But in the end... it was just as I feared. Even though Nina had succumbed so easily, I had comforted myself with the rationalization that the Demon King possessed some freakish power that made her case an exception. Yet witnessing the sheer cruelty of the demonic army—severing Jamila's arms and legs just to break her indomitable spirit—utterly horrified me.

If I keep resisting, will I end up like that too...?

To these monsters, slicing a woman's limbs off was as casual as popping off detachable doll parts!

Worse, to watch my martial arts mentor—the fearsome warrior hailed as the "Red Mane Lioness"—reduced to yielding before a creature as pathetic as a common goblin... How could someone like me possibly hope to triumph? If I were thrown to them like that... Ugh! The sheer thought sent violent shivers down my spine.

That overwhelming dread soon triggered a few humiliating consequences.

First and foremost, the frequency with which I climaxed during the Demon King's violations skyrocketed.

Whenever he lazily ground into me while stroking every inch of my body...

"Ahhh... Ahhhnnn!"

Twitch! Spasm, spasm, twitch!

The more feverish his caresses became, the more useless, degenerate skills flooded my status.

Thanks to these goddamn demonic skills, my dignity was shredded to pieces!

He slowly dragged his tongue down from my collarbone, lightly teasing across the rim of an areola before purposefully bypassing the peak. Then his large hand cupped the full weight of my heavy breast from below, licking away the thin sheen of underboob sweat before gliding smoothly upward until... finally, mercilessly, he took the hardened tip into his mouth.

Lick.

"Oooohhh—aaaaaagh!"

My back arched into a violent, shuddering bow as every muscle in my torso snapped tight.

"Hahaha! Look at that reaction! Writhing around like a fresh catch from the sea!"

Wh-what is this?!

My body was bucking completely out of my control!

Just having my nipple sucked could induce this much searing pleasure...? It felt as though a blinding thunderbolt had torn straight through my mind! From the sensitive bud, a jolt of raw electricity shot straight into my brain and down into my uterus, piercing clear through to my cunt with breathtaking intensity.

I couldn't stop the tremors racking my limbs. And as if that weren't horrific enough—

My fighting spirit refused to flare the way it used to.

The legendary skill was barely doing enough to stave off pregnancy...!

Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch!

"Ngh, aah, ahh, h-haah, ahhn!"

Damn it, stop gouging into me! Don't use something so absurdly thick and rock-hard to pry open my narrow folds!

"Here it comes! Take my seed deep inside your womb!"

"No, don't! Stoooop!"

Splaaat!

"Kh...!"

Pregnancy—anything but getting knocked up!

A cold dread washed over me.

I had no idea when my mental defenses would finally shatter. If What Matters is an Unbreakable Heart ever deactivated, his demonic seed would take root in an instant. And if that happened... I would never, ever be able to return to being a man!

Reading the terror written plain across my face, the Demon King shifted tactics, methodically setting about developing every single square inch of my flesh into an erogenous zone. Naturally, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠his primary target was these absurdly large, uselessly gorgeous breasts.

Slurp, lick, lap, suck...

"Ngh-aaahn!"

Twitch, shudder!

"Kh... stop sucking my tits...!"

"Hehehe. You feel it quite exquisitely through these now, don't you? To think these colossal melons are an erogenous zone from top to bottom. How terribly convenient. Hahaha!"

He had dressed me in nothing but a gossamer black slip. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠For hours on end, he tormented my nipples through the flimsy silk, brushing against them just enough to drive me mad before lavishing lazy, teasing strokes over my entire chest. Without even bothering to penetrate me all day, his large hands glided smoothly across my skin, forcibly channeling every ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sensory nerve in my body toward my breasts.

"Mmph... ngh... haah...!"

I desperately didn't want to feel it, but the sheets beneath me were intoxicatingly soft, and with nothing to focus on except the heat of his touch, my senses were dialed to an excruciating pitch. What was worse, because this bastard hadn't shoved his cock inside since yesterday, teasing me solely with delicate caresses, my cunt felt maddeningly hollow, fluttering and clenching entirely on its own.

It was only because my thighs were clamped shut that he couldn't see it, but the dull ache and electric thrumming deep in my lower abdomen were unmistakable.

"Oh, ho? Erika, your lower belly has been rippling for quite some time now. Missing my cock inside you, aren't you?"

"The hell are you talking about?! Shut up! Th-that's just because you won't stop touching me, that's all!"

"Fuhuhu. A cunt needs its rest every now and then. But it seems you can climax quite well from your chest alone. A few strokes to your tits, and your hips start twitching."

That smug, unbearable smirk! I wanted to tear his throat out! Every time our eyes met, it felt as though he was peering straight into the rawest depths of my soul, reading every pathetic thought I had.

"Anxious, aren't you? Realizing that you're growing more sensitive by the hour."

"..."

I couldn't refute him.

In my mind, the pristine white tower representing my will would surge toward the heavens like a spear, only to shatter into dust beneath his hands, over and over again. Every time that conceptual pillar collapsed, another piece of my spirit crumbled with it, and my resolve to keep my ovaries sealed tight was ground down like chalk.

At times, I thought that falling to aphrodisiacs or mind-control magic would have been far more merciful—at least that would have offered the tragic dignity of being forced. But this bastard stubbornly refused to use any instruments or sorcery besides his own body fluids. He relied purely on his own flesh to desecrate me.

"You are my bride. The breeding bed for my royal heir. I must handle you with appropriate care. From head to toe, your body belongs solely to me. I will break you using nothing but my own hands."

The next phase was the uterine massage.

The very technique that had brought Nina to her knees.

Through the sheer fabric of the black slip, using the frictionless silk to ensure my skin wouldn't chafe, he laid his massive palm over my lower abdomen. It was gentle, astonishingly delicate, yet vibrating at a superhuman frequency that no mortal could ever hope to replicate.

Huuuummmm—

"Kh... ngh... hah!"

My hips bucked wildly off the mattress.

"There's no need to grit your teeth and glare at me so fiercely. Didn't you see it with your own eyes? That silver-haired thief crumbling helplessly before her own husband? This is that exact touch. You won't be able to endure it anyway, so you might as well relax."

Trembling uncontrollably, I gasped out between clenched teeth.

"Is... is this even a caress?! It's just torture meant to bruise my insides...!"

"Ah, so you prefer a gentler touch? Understood. I'll simmer you nice and slow. Hahaha!"

Huuuum...

"Mmph, kh... like this is... anything special..."

"Then why are your toes curling so tight? You're going to tear the silk sheets, Erika. Loosen your grip."

A bizarre, intoxicating heat began smoldering deep within my belly. Like a tiny ember dropped into dry tinder, it slowly but inexorably began to roast my uterus.

My thighs trembled violently.

"Oh, my. Looks like your ass is shaking."

"It is not! I'm just... kh, it just tickles, damn you!"

"Fufu, so dishonest. With heavy tits like yours bouncing around, you can't hide the tremors. Come now, it's time to be true to your nature."

Shifting from vibrating fingertips, he brought the full surface of his broad palm down, sending deep, resonant tremors straight into my core.

Drrrr...!

"You feel that searing heat spreading through your entire body, don't you? At first, you thought I was merely rubbing your belly fat, didn't you? Fuhuhu. Nina was the same way. That married woman scoffed at first, claiming it was nothing more than child's play."

He didn't touch a single other part of my body, completely dedicating his focus to the lower abdomen. It was as if he wanted my consciousness entirely tethered to the awakening of my portio.

And just as he planned, every nerve in my brain converged directly onto my womb.

"And then, the pleasure begins to bloom. It doesn't cool down; it simmers, slowly building until... before you even realize what's happening... Hehehe. How does it feel? Having this spot rubbed—doesn't it make you feel like a real woman?"

"Bullshit! Cut the crap...!"

I'm a man...!

Yet this foreign organ that had materialized overnight was burning like a match head, fanning into an all-consuming wildfire that devoured my senses! The heat surged upward through my spine, sending electric sparks straight into the base of my skull, while spilling downward through my birth canal to scorch my entrance and inner thighs. My entire body felt like an earthenware pot left on high heat—thoroughly boiled from within, with no hope of ever cooling down.

"Haaah, haaah...!"

"Your breath is growing ragged."

"That's just because it's hot in here, haah... D-don't flatter yourself!"

"That is the blessing of a woman's body. Pleasure doesn't disperse; it stacks layer upon layer, compounding upon itself."

"Are you even listening to me?!"

This was bad. Horrifically bad.

Because everything he said was true.

I was supposed to be a man, yet the emptiness between my legs felt agonizing. This baby-making chamber that had never belonged to me was pulsing with such fierce heat that I could vividly picture its exact contour in my mind. Like a parasitic creature desperate to be bred, it squirmed and clenched on its own accord!

"Ngh, aah, kh...!"

Sharp, electric throbs radiated from my pelvis, and my cunt began to itch with a desperate, shameful hunger. Just a while ago, that monstrously thick, blazing cock had been violently ravaging my insides, and now that it was gone, an unspeakable hollow ache settled in its place.

I actually... missed it... Wait, what?!

What the hell am I thinking?! I'm ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a guy! I can't start getting used to being fucked! Don't you dare start craving that monster's cock!

"Time to send you over the edge."

"Wh-where...?"

"Have a pleasant trip."

Vvvvvvvvvv!

"Aaaargggghhh?!"

The speed of his vibrating palm accelerated into a blur.

"Vibration alone is too mild, so let me add some proper pressure."

Press, press.

His massive thumb dug ruthlessly into my lower belly, kneading straight into the sensitive organ hidden beneath the flesh.

"Don't press! Fuck, don't—kh—stoooop! No, I'm sorry, please stop pressing theeeere!"

My thighs thrashed against the mattress as violent tremors rippled through my core.

"Kh, haah, ah, haaagh!"

I twitched uncontrollably, fluid leaking hot between my thighs.

"The preparations are complete. Shall we see how soaked you've become?"

"Hah, don't... touch meeee!"

He slid his hand down and squeezed my inner thigh.

"Oh, my. Did you squirt?"

"Hah, like hell I did! Who the fuck... hah, squirted, you lying... bastard..."

"I merely brushed your thigh, and yet the sheets beneath your crotch are thoroughly drenched. By now, that tight cunt must be wonderfully tenderized."

Looming over me, he straddled my chest and shoved his massive, dark-red phallus right against my lips.

"You want it, don't you?"

"..."

"Suck it."

I turned my head away, refusing to even acknowledge him. With a low chuckle, he smeared that colossal, scorching shaft against my cheek, marking my skin with his pungent musk.

I wanted to die. Truly.

If not for Martha, I might have surrendered to the dark urge to end it all right here. Ah, my love, my pure saintess Martha... For your sake alone, I will endure this hell.

It was at that exact moment.

A voice that had been silent for so long resonated directly within my skull.

— Hero, are you all right?

"...!"

A clear, unmistakable telepathic whisper.

It was the voice of the Goddess of Light—the divine entity who had summoned me to this world.