Chapter 4

Leonhardt remained expressionless as he returned to his temporary dwelling. As if having resigned himself to everything, he began stripping off his clothes the moment he stepped into the cave, without Kelles even demanding it.

The monster that had stolen his power had grown to an unimaginably massive size compared to its previous tapeworm-like form. Tentacles covered the entire wall of the cave, thick red stalks crawling across every surface. The flesh-chair used to train his hole still sat in the middle of the cavern, and the floor was so thickly carpeted with fleshy vines that his feet sank deeply into them.

[You certainly talked a big game to your subordinates. A leader who tortures his men with false hope… it’s quite a sight to behold.]

As Leonhardt stood naked in the middle of the tentacle field, Kelles revealed himself with a snicker. He possessed a form so intricate it was hard to believe he was a monster shaped from tentacles. The surface of his flesh no longer looked like bundles of ragged appendages but had smoothed into something deceptively whole, densely covered in short fur—truly resembling a massive beast lurking in the forest.

Its head was akin to a canine’s, yet it walked on two legs like a human, its body composed of hard, boar-like muscle. Kelles was a terrifying monster without a single shred of beauty.

Excluding his horns, he stood nearly three meters tall. If he opened his maw and bit down on Leonhardt, snapping the man in half would be effortless.

Yet facing such a monster, Leonhardt did not tremble. He looked up at the beast and spoke with a transcendent calm.

“They were not empty words. I have genuinely made up my mind to see it through.”

[Don’t make me laugh. By what means do you plan to let your subordinates out? You don’t even have the power to escape this cave on your own.]

Leonhardt slowly blinked at the mockery. Once his mind was set, he was not one to back down.

“…Let’s make a deal.”

[A deal? I’ll listen. But I’ll decide whether to accept after hearing it all.]

“…The deal you and I made was for my body. In addition to that, I swear to obey your every command, in exchange for the complete release of my knights. That is all I want.”

[Does that mean… you’re willing to offer your soul as well?]

“…Yes.”

Leonhardt wondered if he should also kneel before the beast, given that he stood there entirely naked. In truth, he had nothing left to give. The only thing he could offer with his stripped body was his half-corrupted soul.

[Hahaha! How truly amusing.]

As Kelles roared with triumphant laughter, the entire cavern wall shook. Leonhardt kept his head bowed, his gaze fixed on the tentacles squirming at his feet. It was the moment he believed an irreversible pact had been sealed.

[I thought you had made some grand resolution, but you were just spouting big words in front of your men, relying solely on begging.]

“…Mock me if you wish. But I follow this path believing it too is the will of the Goddess.”

[A man willing to sell his soul to a demon, clinging to his god until the bitter end. I know full well how worthless your rat-hair-thin faith is, so you don’t need to explain it.]

When Leonhardt brought up his god again, Kelles replied in a bored tone. Nevertheless, Leonhardt stood firm, laying bare his convictions without yielding.

“Even if She has cast me aside, I do not resent Her. If my faith was lacking, causing me to doubt and waver from Her will even slightly, the fault is undeniably mine. I have no objections to Her retracting my divine power as the price.”

When he raised his head again, the dying wick of hope behind his eyes had caught fire. Seeing this, Kelles displayed blatant displeasure, lowering his head to meet the Knight Commander’s gaze.

[Are you truly confident you won’t resent your god?]

True to a monster, his gloomy tone alone was enough to make one shudder. Leonhardt knew that the moment he answered Kelles’s question, he would regret it no matter what he said. But if he had to choose, he had to make the best possible choice.

“Yes. But I want to protect those poor young souls at least. Allow me to make this final choice as their Knight Commander.”

[…]

Kelles let out a low growl, hot breath washing over the knight. He hated how this human—dripping wet, swollen, and branded on his belly as a dedicated breeding vessel—still pretended to be so needlessly noble.

It irritated him that the man resisted corruption so stubbornly. He hated how Leonhardt would weep and suffer as if he were about to shatter at any moment, only to rise again.

At the same time, the more Leonhardt showed such resilience, the more it felt like an existence denied to him, sparking his competitive spirit. Failing to break a mere human was absurd, and anything he couldn’t possess simply shouldn’t exist.

A fierce emotion surging toward Leonhardt, Kelles snarled.

[What a selfish choice. I thought you would resist a bit more before dying foolishly. If you stay here voluntarily and birth my young, I will be freed from my seal. And then, I will go exact my revenge on humanity.]

“…”

[Ultimately, because of you, many will walk the path of annihilation. Is that truly what you want?]

“…I haven’t ignored that possibility, but my answer remains the same.”

Leonhardt flinched as the hot breath touched his skin. The humid air brushing over his stiffly erect nipples sent a ticklish, aching sensation flaring through his chest. His lower abdomen felt tight, and the organ bearing the slave’s brand was already anticipating its master’s punishing cock.

But he had to finish speaking before being consumed by wicked desires. Trembling, Leonhardt answered, his voice catching on a sigh.

“It will take a long time to bear the child and for it to grow enough to break the seal anyway. I also know that the more powerful the monster, the slower its growth. Learning magic complex and powerful enough to break the seal won’t happen overnight either.”

[…]

The monster fell silent at the human’s rather analytical remark.

“Even if I struggle to escape this place, is there any real way out?”

[Of course not.]

“Exactly. If the kingdom’s future is fixed regardless of whether I submit or rebel, I judged it right to save those whose lives are currently in my hands. I am merely saving those I can save myself.”

[What a ridiculous, pitiful logic.]

Seeing Leonhardt’s eyes burning with conviction, Kelles bared his teeth. Then he opened his maw and dragged his tongue slowly across the Knight Commander’s full pectorals.

“Keuk… heuk…”

A multitude of emotions compressed into Leonhardt’s crumpled expression—not merely displeasure at the reflexive sexual arousal, but the fundamental terror and revulsion of copulating with a non-human entity. Seeing his thick eyebrows furrow to carve deep creases between them, Kelles sluggishly licked the Commander’s cheek.

[Pitiful. How dare a wretch who finds me so repulsive spout nonsense about offering his soul… No, no. You don’t know how to offer a soul, Leon.]

“What absurd nonsense are you… ha, eugh…”

[Besides, what if I refuse? What makes you think I’d covet a scrap of your soul? I only need to get a pup out of you.]

“Agh… ngh… No, you kept the Order alive this long because you want something from me. With your personality, you’d never let a freely obtained, prime bargaining chip rot.”

[Haha, seems you’ve figured me out quite a bit already. How amusing, considering your lowly brain could never dare fathom what I truly imagine and desire.]

Kelles pulled back the corners of his mouth and let out a booming laugh.

[I won’t deny it. I accept your deal. Looking at your eyes made me want to break you. I suddenly want to see you kissing my cock instead of your god’s feet.]

Eyes boiling with lust locked onto the human. More precisely, they coveted the pure soul contained within. The massive monster commanded like a vicious slave trader.

[Didn’t you say you’d do whatever I ordered? Then suck it.]

At the monster’s demand, Leonhardt knelt before him without a word of complaint. His pride was wounded, but once a decision was made, he tended to submit cleanly. That was what it meant to be a knight.

“…”

But even resolved to obey, he found himself at a loss. The monster’s lower half was merely covered in densely furred hide. If he recalled correctly, its genitals were kept inside its body, but because its form constantly shifted and he had always been too distracted by being violated to pay attention, he couldn’t remember exactly.

“There’s nothing to suck… what am I supposed to do?”

[I believe I already taught you how to beg politely.]

“…Haa.”

Leonhardt squeezed his eyes shut, a migraine brewing behind his temples. Kneeling naked before the beast was humiliating enough. Forcing such shameful words past his lips made his throat seize shut.

No, to get everyone home safely, there’s no other way. I just need to endure it for a moment…

His lips parted and closed silently a few times before Leonhardt finally looked up at the monster, his voice small but distinct.

“Please… give me… your cock…”

[I can’t quite hear you.]

“I’ll suck it, so please… give me your cock.”

[Ha! Not entirely to my liking, but. I’ll give you bonus points for having a pretty face and sturdy hips.]

Kelles willingly split his belly open and pulled out his genitals. With the man kneeling at his feet, looking up at him and begging for his cock, he figured no male could refuse.

Because he only mimicked the form of a beast on the outside, he was ultimately a monster made of tentacles; inside his belly squirmed appendages that looked like thick intestines. The mass of flesh that emerged had grown even larger than before, its surface covered in sucker-like nodules—it looked like another monster in its own right.

“…”

His horror at its atrocious shape was brief; confronted with the monster’s genitals right in front of his nose, Leonhardt’s heart hammered against his ribs. The red organ, dripping wet with slime, gave off a damp yet addictive scent. The moment he inhaled, his rigidly clamped reasoning began to loosen bit by bit, and a faint thirst stirred in his lower abdomen.

“Haa…”

Leonhardt let out a hot breath and brought his lips to the tip of the organ. Not only was the monster’s cock grotesquely shaped, but its sheer size vastly eclipsed a human’s, making it impossible to take into his mouth and suck. Poking his tongue out to lap at it was the best he could manage.

“Eup… heup…”

Kelles twisted his hips slightly, crushing the tip of his cock against Leonhardt’s lips. The sight of those eyes, which had glared at him as if to kill, now solely focused on his cock—stoked his sadism.

He had half a mind to flip the man over and impregnate him the moment he begged for cock, but he held back for the sake of a little amusement. Blowing his load all over that fully fleshed-out chest didn’t seem like a bad idea either.

[Didn’t you say you’d suck it? You couldn’t have knelt down just to flick your tongue at it.]

“Keuheup…!”

The monster’s thick hand clamped down on the back of the human’s head. Pressing Leonhardt forward with one hand, Kelles jammed the hideous cock into the narrow mouth and growled. The sensation of that hot mucous membrane wrapping around his flesh was satisfying every time.

“Heuk… eup… heueu…”

Feeling as though the corners of his mouth would tear, Leonhardt barely managed to gasp for breath while working his tongue. Let alone biting down, he couldn’t even close his jaw. The tension locked his muscles all the way down his neck, his jaw feeling as if it would dislocate.

[Open wider. You said you’d do whatever I ordered, but this is pathetic.]

At this point, it was embarrassing to even call it fellatio. Kelles yanked his cock out of Leonhardt’s mouth, grabbed him by the hair to tilt his head back, and shoved it right back in. Only by burying it deep in his throat was it even halfway submerged.

“Ugeuk…! Keuk, heu…! Eueu…!”

[Don’t stop your tongue. Use your throat to serve as well.]

“Ueu…! Eup…!”

As the nodules dotting the cock pressed against his uvula and slid deeper, Leonhardt choked and gagged. Suffocating, his vision repeatedly blacked out before flaring bright again.

“Heut… eu… eeuk…”

Yet the adaptability he had developed from his repeated violations shone through once again. Perhaps the slime thickly coating the cock contained a paralytic agent, for the sensation in his tongue and throat gradually dulled. He grew desensitized to the sickening smell unique to its flesh, and instead, a subtle heat began to stir in his lower abdomen.

“Ha-eu… heup, haa… ah…”

[That’s a bit better. Seems you’re feeling good now that you’ve tasted cock.]

As Leonhardt’s breathing stabilized, Kelles slowly thrust his hips into the man’s mouth, savoring the texture of tongue and oral mucosa. Chuu-up, chuu-up—the obscene sound of plump lips scraping against the surface of his cock heightened his excitement.

“Uheu… heueup…”

Leonhardt worked his tongue while shedding tears from pure physical pain. Just because the paralysis had lessened the agony didn’t make it any less agonizing.

He resented his body for stubbornly enduring such a painful act. The divine power that flickered so faintly when healing his subordinates remained fiercely active inside his body, aiding its master. Even the smallest scratch healed instantly, making it its own kind of torture that no matter what violence he suffered, not a single trace was left behind.

“Haa… heup, eum…”

The monster’s bodily fluids clouded his mind. Baffled by the heat suffusing his naked body, Leonhardt unconsciously shimmied his hips, opening his mouth wider and panting. It was impossible to tell if his face was flushed from shame or if he had grown aroused by the grotesquely squirming sensations inside him.

[You’re itching to take cock again. It’s far too tight, so loosen your hole up with your hands.]

“Uheu… eu…”

Leonhardt trembled at the command. Yet in his hazy state of mind, he felt an irresistible compulsion to meekly obey.

His insides had been itching for a while now. Sticking his fingers in and stirring them around seemed as though it might offer some relief, so he couldn’t help but reach a shaking hand toward his rear.

Squelch.

The womb, excited just from swallowing a bit of the cock’s secretions, was already pouring out slick arousal fluid. When he spread the feverish hole with his fingers, it stretched smoothly and clamped down tight, blinking like a living mouth.

Leonhardt took Kelles’s cock in his mouth while pulling his rear hole open. A single finger brought him no sensation. When body heat touched his starved insides, his thirst only worsened, leading him to voluntarily add more fingers and pant heavily without the monster even pointing it out.

“Eut… heueup, eeuk…”

[Why play hard to get when a little prodding gets you in such heat?]

Kelles chuckled, his movements growing rougher. Every time he slammed into the mouth, the saliva that couldn’t be swallowed drooled down Leonhardt’s chin in thick, filthy strands. Even though Kelles was the one holding him by the hair and fucking his mouth, the sight of that mass of flesh sliding between bright red lips and the fluids tangling messily in his beard made the Knight Commander look like a gluttonous sex fiend.

[Huu… Much better. You have a knack for using your body, making you worth teaching.]

Kelles had buried his genitals deep in Leonhardt’s esophagus as he spoke. The Holy Knight Commander, having already lost the will to resist, had eyes completely clouded over. Kelles had merely told him to loosen up a bit, but he had been fingering his hole so fervently that all four of his fingers were drenched in slick fluid.

“Eueu… heup, heueuk…”

Leonhardt couldn’t hear Kelles’s words. Lost in exploring his hole, he shuddered at the phantom pleasure that rose every time his fingers scraped his inner walls.

The sensation derived from masturbation had a different quality compared to the violent storm of pleasure when the monster ravaged him. It fell hopelessly short of reaching a climax, but he thirsted for that tantalizing, edge-of-ruin feeling, driving him to push his fingers deeper and deeper. He had started with two fingers, but before he knew it, he had shoved in four, thrusting them frantically enough to produce wet, splashing sounds.

[Too busy masturbating to pay attention. You won’t even be able to cum from that.]

Despite speaking as if it were a pity, there wasn’t an ounce of sympathy in his tone. Having tasted the pleasure of anal masturbation, Leonhardt responded with such enthusiasm that it was hard to believe he had never touched himself before. Regretting mildly that he should have made the man do this all day instead of tying him to a chair, Kelles proceeded to unload his semen right into the mouth of the Knight Commander, who was just discovering the joys of carnal pleasure.

“Euu-eup…! Eut, heueuk… Haa… heok…”

The meat club was yanked from his mouth before the ejaculation even finished. Without cutting his climax short, Kelles sprayed the thick fluid all over Leonhardt’s face. Globs of milky fluid splattered across his eyelids, the bridge of his nose, and his lips; it even clung heavily to his pitch-black hair, creating a magnificent spectacle of absolute defilement.

“Keo-heok…! Heuk… eueu…”

Coughing and spitting out what remained in his mouth the moment the cock withdrew, Leonhardt lifted his head and looked at Kelles. As he opened his eyes, the semen tangled in his long eyelashes stretched into thin threads, dripping down onto his cheekbones. His eyes, full of shock, made it look as though he were weeping tears of cum.

[Looks like you haven’t acquired a taste for cum yet. Well, soon enough you’ll be starved for it.]

Kelles shoved Leonhardt backward and mounted him, looking as though he were about to devour him alive.

He wasn’t merely bluffing with empty words to mock him. Once branded on the belly, the body would endlessly demand demonic energy. Right now, the lingering divine power in his body was helping him retain his humanity, but as the mutation worsened, it was inevitable that he would adopt the instincts of a monster.

Regardless of his will, Leonhardt would eventually crumble to the desire to receive the seed of a stronger monster and gorge himself on its demonic energy. Thinking that expression would be quite a sight to behold, Kelles smirked, pulling back the corners of his mouth.

The red monster purely wanted Leonhardt to cry, scream, and break down in despair. It disgusted him that this insignificant human’s top priority was neither himself nor wealth and honor, but a non-existent phantom. He despised how Leonhardt diligently prayed to a god that would never come to save him, and it annoyed him how the man fiercely rebelled against him while acting endlessly sweet in front of his subordinates.

So he had to make an example of him. Since the man had bet his soul on him, Kelles fully intended to swallow it up as greedily as possible.

[Since you seem to believe in the existence of souls, I’ll tell you something special.]

Kelles grabbed both of Leonhardt’s breasts in a vice-like grip. The altered chest, now possessing a perfect ratio of flesh and muscle, was soft and fun to toy with. Gathering the human’s full pectorals to form a deep cleavage, Kelles slotted his cock between them.

[Do you know what one must do to eat a soul?]

“Eut… euk, ah, it hurts…”

His chest, neglected all day, had filled with milk and swollen tight. When his engorged breasts were violently squeezed, a groan escaped him despite himself.

Panting through the pain, Leonhardt shook his head. He hadn’t grasped the monster’s underlying intent with the question.

In truth, he felt his hole twitching violently when Kelles mounted him. He was bewildered, as if his body no longer belonged to him. Despite how much he had dreaded being violated every time, his inner thighs were trembling at the thought of that mass of flesh—the one he had just been sucking on—brutally dominating his insides.

[How boring. You could at least try to deduce it. Can you think of nothing else now besides taking cock?]

As he roughly kneaded the chest and stroked the nipples upward with both thumbs, milk began to bead and seep from the stiff nubs. Pressing and twisting them, Kelles toyed with him in an uncharacteristically playful manner. The soft chest flesh wrapping around his cock offered an entirely different sensation from a mouth or a hole.

“I-I don’t know…! Hik…! Eu, s-stop… It feels weird… I don’t want it…”

As his nipples were intensely tormented, Leonhardt shuddered and twisted his waist. Pinned beneath the monster, however, he couldn’t move an inch; he could only watch helplessly as milk squirted in thin streams from both his breasts.

It had been several days since he started lactating, but the sight remained deeply shocking. At the same time, the heavy ache knotted in his ribcage slowly dissipated. Every time the milk spurted out, a strange wave of pleasure washed over him, causing him to repeatedly cross and uncross his legs. More precisely, a faint, heavy itch near his lower abdomen forced his lower half to writhe.

[To eat a soul, you first have to tear it into bite-sized pieces.]

Kelles poked the cock buried in the cleavage against Leonhardt’s semen-smeared jaw. Because he had failed to swallow even half of the load, letting it all drool down, his pectorals were also drenched in the cloudy fluid; it had inadvertently become lubricant for a breast massage.

[Therefore, I intend to tear your soul to shreds. Keep that in mind.]

“Hieuk…! Eut, ah, eueu…!”

The monster’s hip thrusts settled into a punishing rhythm once again. Gripping Leonhardt’s breasts as if to crush them, Kelles rolled them in circles, putting all his weight into his thrusting.

Because it was a mimicked body anyway, ejaculating was entirely a matter of his own will. He could shoot ten times without resting if he wanted to, and the monster with its perverse libido spewed semen without holding back.

“Uheup…! W-why are you doing this… Heok, heueuk…”

His breasts, kneaded until they bore bright red handprints, burned hot, but far more unbearable was the thick musk wafting from the semen. Having grown capable of smelling the musty scent unique to demonic energy, Leonhardt instinctively licked his lips and gasped for air.

The hole that had only been half-heartedly fingered pleaded its emptiness with every clench. He didn’t want to admit that he himself craved to be violated by this monster, but it was getting too hard to endure.

The soaked opening felt so hot and itchy it drove him out of his mind. Roughly prodding it wasn’t enough. He felt he could only escape this agonizing thirst if the deep, unreachable places untouched by his fingers were mercilessly pulverized.

[Why? Because you’re a new toy, so I’m just showing you a little affection. Now then, how did I tell you to beg?]

“Heueuk…”

Despite his thighs going stiff with heat from arousal, saying those words was still not easy. But compared to the first time, he shed his pride much faster. Believing both his body and mind had already sunk as low as they could go, Leonhardt stutteringly forced out the degrading words.

“H-Husband… please impale me… with your cock…”

[Speak louder.]

“Husband… please impale me with your cock.”

[Yes, look how beautiful you are when you speak like that.]

Kelles released the breasts he had been gripping and shifted further down. Compared to his own, the human’s cock was small and pathetic—fully erect yet bobbing uselessly without ever having tasted the joy of climax.

[Spread them. I’ll pave a solid cock-path right into that belly.]

“…”

Leonhardt bit his lip hard, squeezed his eyes shut, and spread his legs. As if unsatisfied by the passive movement, Kelles grabbed the human’s thighs and wrenched them as wide as they could go, bringing himself face to face with the feverishly twitching, flushed hole nestled between milky white buttocks.

Thanks to his thorough fingering, spiderweb-thin strands of arousal fluid stretched across the slightly parted entrance. Whenever it gaped from tension and anticipation, translucent fluid slurped out and pooled in the folds.

Regretting the time wasted toying with the human, Kelles immediately pressed his cock against the entrance. He should have just laid him down and fucked him half to death from the start. No—he needed to impregnate him immediately.

“Keut, heuk…”

Just the monster’s genitals touching his hole sent a wave of searing heat through his body, freezing him in place. The thought of something he could barely fit in his mouth entering his rear to churn his guts was absolutely terrifying. Yet he simultaneously craved the rapture the act would bring, and he tried his best to breathe steadily and relax.

He no longer prayed. He merely accepted the situation.

Before he could even collect his thoughts, the monster’s atrocious cock pushed inside. Leonhardt let out a moan that bordered on a scream and threw his head back.

“Ha, ah-euk…!”

His squeezed-shut eyes flew open involuntarily, and unable to handle the crushing pressure, he flailed wildly, grasping for anything within reach. But the only things he could grab were the intestine-like tentacles plastered across the floor. Cruelly, the tentacles that wrapped around his hands crept up to his wrists, pinning his arms to the floor so he couldn’t move at all.

“Heuk…! Ah, ahh…!”

Penetration was always overwhelming. Feeling as though his body were being split in two, Leonhardt gasped and violently shook his head. But instead of easing up, Kelles grabbed his thighs, pulled them closer, and ruthlessly jammed his genitals into the tightly locked passage.

And finally, the monster’s bumpy cock slammed against the womb situated near his colon.

[You’ve completely become a cum-dumpster. Leaking cum from below every time I slam into you.]

Pressing his belly flat against Leonhardt’s, Kelles rocked his hips slowly. Through the taut plane of the human’s lower abdomen, the cock squirmed as it pistoned back and forth.

“Heueueu…! Ah, ah-eu…!”

Slowly but surely, every time the cock pounded against the cervix of the womb, flashes of light exploded in his vision. Mocking his inability to cum on his own, fluid shot from the tip of his rigidly erect cock.

Having blown his load the moment he was penetrated, Leonhardt lay gasping as the copulation continued. Squish—as the pillar of flesh pulled back, the hole eagerly clamped down and sucked tight as if begging for semen. It even coated the cock sliding in and out with slick arousal fluid, producing wet, sloppy noises.

[I feel this every time, but you really are too damn tight… Relax. How else am I supposed to fuck you quickly and pump my cum into that womb?]

The monster lightly patted Leonhardt’s semen-stained cheek a few times before gradually increasing the speed of his thrusts. Stretching the painfully tight body to fit his cock was far faster than trying to soothe the human.

“Nngheut…! Geut, heueuk…! Ah…! Eueut…!”

Leonhardt let out an obscene cry at the merciless thrusts. Smack, smack—the hard muscles beneath the beast’s fur battered relentlessly against his tender skin.

Thwack.

When the mass of flesh shoved inward as if to crush his soft insides, the flesh across his entire body was yanked upward and plummeted back down. His buttocks, breasts, and thighs all jiggled violently. The shockwaves that rippled through him every time his flesh snapped back into place instantly became sharp spikes of pleasure, clawing through his entire body.

“Ahh…! Ah, heu, eueueu…!”

[Haa… You’re practically convulsing from how good it feels. Shaking your hips is your true calling; why did you waste your life playing at being a Holy Knight?]

Squelch, squelch—

Movements resembling a punitive breeding machine continued without pause. The beast relentlessly drove into the human, and pinned beneath him, all Leonhardt could do was weep as he was dragged down into an endless quagmire of climax.

“Ah…! Heuk, ah…! S-stop… It’s too big… Heueu, heueuk…!”

[Too big? Your body can’t even feel anything unless it’s a cock this size. Am I wrong?]

“Nng, ha-eueueut…! Ah-eu, ah…!”

Every single thrust was exceptionally deep. The nodules on the cock scraping against his prostate were terrifying enough, but far more unbearable was the blunt tip invading so violently. Nuzzling against his womb as if planting kisses on it, the mass of flesh boasted an overwhelming, tyrannical presence.

As the squelching sounds repeated, each wet slap sent Leonhardt’s mind spiraling into the abyss before dragging it violently back to reality. Whenever the monstrous length battered against his newly formed womb mid-climax, his breath hitched and the world went black; by the time his vision flashed and cleared, he would find himself trembling violently, leaking semen like urine.

“Kuhuk…! Ah, guhut…!”

With every relentless thrust, the Knight Commander gasped for air like a drowning man, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks. No matter how many days he endured this torment, he could never grow accustomed to Kelles’s brutal, ravaging pace. Pinned immovably beneath the beast’s overwhelming strength, his body impaled from entrance to womb, he lacked the breath to even whimper.

Thick strings of saliva swayed between his parted lips with each ragged exhale. Before this bottomless, unending pleasure, Leonhardt felt nothing but pure terror—the sensations were too intense, too absolute, as if his very brain were burning away in the crucible of ecstasy.

All his life, he had been taught that true pride, worth, and joy demanded equal responsibility. The sacred doctrine had been etched into his soul: that labor held profound meaning, and that a righteous man must never blind himself with excessive pleasure. Yet copulating with this monster shattered the fundamental order of the world he knew.

He exerted no effort. Simply parting his legs in quiet submission yielded an endless cascade of earth-shattering pleasure. Terrified of drowning in that sensation, he struggled to escape it, but the intense rapture invariably swallowed him whole, obliterating all capacity for rational thought.

Drenched in the aftershocks of his climax, Leonhardt flinched, a violent shudder wracking his frame as he realized he was teetering on the edge of mindless bliss. He shook his head frantically, desperate to deny the truth, but the piercing pleasure knifing up through his lower abdomen unfurled throughout his womb, delivering an electrifying surge of joy.

“Heuk… No, no… Ah…! Euheuk…! I, I… Ah…!”

“What do you mean, no?” The monster’s voice resonated with mockery. “You are just a fallen holy knight, maddened by a monster’s cock. Or rather—personal breeding sow is the more accurate title.”

Kelles’s expression twisted with unmistakable arousal. Watching the man plunge into despair while stubbornly denying his own undeniable pleasure proved too tantalizing to resist. Seizing Leonhardt by both shoulders, Kelles yanked him downward, driving his massive length even deeper into the knight’s core. This time, he intended to flood the womb until it verged on bursting, ensuring conception beyond any doubt.

“Heu…! Ah, aah…! I hate it, I hate… Eut…!”

Floundering in the flood of overwhelming sensation, Leonhardt abandoned all dignity and pride, breaking into wretched sobs. As the monster’s guttural growls and scalding breath brushed against his ear, the horrifying reality crashed down upon him: he was reveling in filthy, unholy pleasure while mating with a beast.

No matter his ironclad resolve, he was still flesh and blood; in the face of primal terror, human nature was inevitably stripped bare. The coarse fur grazing between his thighs, the unnatural bulging musculature, the searing heat of the creature’s body—it was all utterly repulsive. Nausea surged in his throat as the reality of his profane union with a monster fully sank in.

And Kelles reveled in precisely that reaction. Slithering his tongue out, the beast wetly dragged it up the shell of Leonhardt’s ear and whispered dark, inescapable words.

“You will get pregnant, Leonhardt. Give birth to my young.”

“Eup, heuk…! Eueu…! Ah…!”

Why tolerate words of rejection during the joyous moment of conception? Kelles clamped a massive hand over Leonhardt’s mouth, his hips pistoning with brutal rhythm. Each time the thick pillar pulled almost entirely out and slammed back down, a frothy lather of pearlescent fluids churned around the abused entrance, wet flesh slapping against wet flesh.

With every rhythmic, brutal plunge, the dense muscle fibers rippling across the monster’s entire body writhed fiercely. The sharply defined musculature of his thighs and buttocks flexed and throbbed, flaunting an inexhaustible, terrifying vitality.

“Eugeuk…! Eu, heueueu…!”

Pinned beneath the crushing weight, Leonhardt could no longer distinguish blistering heat from freezing cold; he could only lie there and tremble. Pounded to its absolute limit by the relentless cock, his newly awakened womb throbbed in frantic, grasping spasms, begging to be seeded. His dilated blue eyes, blown wide by raw arousal, swirled with a murky mire of profound guilt and primal breeding instinct.

“Heueup…! Aaaah…!”

Locking the head of his cock perfectly against the entrance of the womb, Kelles unleashed a torrential flood of semen. The sheer volume was staggering—it flooded the new organ entirely, overflowing the knight’s swollen belly until thick ropes of cum violently burst from where their bodies joined.

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself.” Kelles rumbled the words, licking the tears from Leonhardt’s cheek with a dark chuckle. “It was entirely worth plundering that in-heat hole of yours.”

The Knight Commander lay limp and lifeless. Though this was merely the beginning of his subjugation, his vacant expression mirrored a man whose very soul had been hollowed out. Yet, in stark contrast to his shattered mind, his body radiated utter satisfaction. The breathless, ragged sighs escaping his lips carried the deep, undeniable fulfillment of a male who had learned the visceral joy of becoming a seedbed.

“I will continue to cherish you to your heart’s content.” Kelles’s voice dripped with false tenderness. “I keep my word. Once you have definitively conceived my offspring, I will release your subordinates.”

Rising from atop his broken prize, Kelles withdrew his deeply embedded cock with a wet pop. Though the passage had been stubbornly tight upon initial entry, after a prolonged session of relentless pounding, the way it squeezed and clung to him like a custom-fitted sheath was remarkably satisfying. Despite the knight’s futile protests, the man possessed an undeniable, natural aptitude for serving as a monster’s cum-dump.

“Aeu… Eu… Heuk…”

Leonhardt’s battered hole gaped and twitched, sporadically spitting out globs of semen as though unable to fully process the lingering weight of their mating. Between his thighs, spread wide and pliant, a cloudy puddle of fluid pooled heavily. From the overstretched entrance that refused to close, thick, pearlescent lumps of seed continued to ooze out.

“Haa… Ha…”

The sensation was profoundly different from the times he had merely been filled. It burned fiercely from within, as if the shameful brand seared onto his lower abdomen were being held over an open flame. It should have been agonizing, but the scorching heat instead gave rise to a gentle, comforting satiety. He felt as swollen and sated as after a decadent feast, devoid of any desire to lift even a single finger.

Leonhardt knew with absolute certainty that he had plummeted straight into the depths of hell. To dare seek God’s grace after selling his soul and surrendering his body to a demonic beast was a shameless fantasy. The fallen holy knight, whose fingers had twitched in a habitual attempt to clasp together in prayer, let his hands fall in quiet defeat.

Please… forgive me.

He silently recited the futile plea in his heart. Instead of a prayer to the heavens, the words Leonhardt conjured were a desperate, hollow apology directed at his loyal knights, who remained trapped and freezing in the dark, unforgiving dungeon.