Chapter 5

“Aheu, heuk, euh-eut… Ah…”

Leonhardt was utterly intoxicated by the overwhelming sensations. After being relentlessly tormented by the monster prying his flesh apart and invading him without a moment’s rest, he lacked even the strength to hold onto his sanity. His body, thrashing with every brutal thrust, resembled a marionette with its strings cut. His lower half was defiled beyond recognition by a chaotic mixture of bodily fluids, and his abdomen, now incubating the monster’s seed, protruded with a noticeable bulge. While it was not particularly distended compared to a human woman’s pregnancy, the fact that only his belly had swollen while the rest of his body remained lean made it undeniably clear to anyone who looked that he was carrying a child.

“Heuk… eut…!”

Kelles halted the merciless battering of his massive cock to pump a copious load of semen deep into the human’s body. The crusty, dried trails of bodily fluids from their endless friction were instantly painted over with a fresh, slick coat. Unable to contain the sheer volume of the monster’s seed, the space between Leonhardt’s thighs looked as though it had been flooded by a deluge of cum.

The pearlescent semen stood out obscenely as it tangled in his dark pubic hair, contrasting sharply against his pale skin. His hole, swollen a raw, blistering red from being ruthlessly ravaged, gaped and twitched, sporadically spitting out the thick fluids in a display of unparalleled obscenity.

“Huu… To think a holy knight would be this starved for cum. You would have been quite heartbroken if I hadn’t chosen you as my personal breeding sow.”

Having finished his climax, Kelles deliberately pressed his cock against the entrance of the newly formed womb, grinding it in slow, teasing circles as he chuckled darkly. Unable to muster a single word of retort to the mockery, Leonhardt could only let out a pained groan, barely managing to shake his head in feeble denial.

“Heueu…! Ah, eu-eut…”

Before he could even process the lingering aftershocks of being bred, another electrifying surge of pleasure washed over him. He felt nothing but bitter resentment toward his own body, which was already tipping toward yet another climax despite having just been thoroughly filled. Exactly as the monster had mocked, his body—or more accurately, the parasitic womb nesting within his abdomen—reacted as if it knew no satisfaction. Not only did it leak slick fluids with every invasive thrust, but even while already incubating a child, it endlessly craved more of the beast’s semen.

The words tore from Leonhardt’s throat in a ragged sob. “Stop… It’s too much, please, no more…”

Kelles clearly had no intention of granting the plea. His rough tongue darted out to lap the tears from the knight’s stained cheek. “Too much? You climax with just a single thrust, dripping with joy. When you’re squeezing tight enough to snap my cock right off, your little protests lose all their persuasive power.”

“Ugh…”

Completely drained, Leonhardt lacked the energy to even flinch away from the monster’s invasive tongue. In lieu of physical struggle, he could only furrow his brow in pain, his lips trembling as he mouthed a silent plea. Tears welled and spilled continuously from his bloodshot, exhausted eyes like a broken spring.

“Honestly, so incredibly fragile… I suppose it can’t be helped.”

Clicking his tongue in mock exasperation, Kelles withdrew his thick member with a wet pop. Not only was the knight clamping down with an iron grip, but his inner walls clung stickily to the retreating shaft, dragging outward with every inch withdrawn; the beast truly couldn’t fathom why the man bothered with such theatrical protests.

“I’ll give you a brief moment to recover yourself. The perks of being a holy knight were made for moments exactly like this, weren’t they?”

The monster’s coarse, massive hand seized the human’s limply splayed arm. Guiding the knight’s own hand down to the crotch still drenched in semen, Kelles twisted his lips into a wicked, patronizing smirk.

“…….”

As his fingertips brushed against the softly loosened entrance and the viscous slurry of fluids, Leonhardt bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. The beast spoke as if granting a generous favor, but there was no true leniency to be found. He was simply prolonging the vicious torment to satisfy his own bottomless lust. Yet experience had taught the knight that disobedience and rebellion would only invite even more draconian cruelty, leaving him no choice but to submissively comply. Forcing his own fingers into his ravaged hole, Leonhardt concentrated fiercely, desperately trying to scrape together whatever dregs of divine power remained within him.

“Keu-heut… Ha…”

Even the faint heat gathering at his fingertips made his internal passage quiver and react with obscene eagerness. The deeper his swollen, chafed wounds settled and healed, the heavier his absolute misery became. He could feel his divine power hovering on the brink of total depletion. Wounds that he could have restored to perfection in mere seconds in the past now stubbornly resisted, his fading holy light barely managing to dull the worst of the agonizing pain.

His captor was a creature of true, malicious cruelty. It was devastating enough to feel the creeping realization that he had been forsaken by God, his former glory eroding day by day; did the beast truly need to tear at his heart by forcing him to confirm his own ruin in such a degrading manner?

“Why the tragic expression? Shouldn’t you be overjoyed that you can take my cock again?” Kelles looked down at Leonhardt’s pitiful attempts at self-healing.

He wondered if the man truly remained oblivious to how incredibly lewd he looked right now. With his belly already bloated from carrying the beast’s offspring, his legs spread wide as he dug his own fingers into a hole completely saturated in cum—it was an agonizingly arousing sight. The lewd crest stamped onto the knight’s lower abdomen was mottled and smeared with semen, yet his entrance continued to twitch, starving for another taste of the cock. It was physically impossible to leave such a provocative display alone.

“You explicitly promised to release my men, did you not…? How much longer must I endure this—ahuk…!”

Having caught his breath and recovered a sliver of stamina, Leonhardt demanded answers, his voice hoarse and cracking. While projecting his divine power outward had become nearly impossible, his innate resilience remained intact. His own constitution, which sprang back to perfect health with just a brief rest, now felt like a cruel, unending curse. Slipping his fingers out of his entrance, Leonhardt grimaced in deep revulsion at the sticky, viscous trails of semen stringing between his digits.

“I recall telling you that they would be sent on their way once the whelp has properly settled in. And to make it grow faster, I have no choice but to generously share its father’s essence with you.”

Kelles chuckled darkly, his hand stroking Leonhardt’s distended belly with open possessiveness. There was a singular, vital reason he continued to relentlessly violate the knight despite knowing full well he was already pregnant. If he failed to periodically inject his demonic energy, the remnants of the divine power still clinging to life within the knight’s body would attempt to purge the unholy offspring.

Furthermore, there was absolutely nothing better than high-quality demonic energy to accelerate the fetus’s growth. The fact that his belly had swelled so significantly in such a short period since conception was a direct testament to the ferocious, relentless breeding he had been subjected to. Kelles cared little whether Leonhardt’s divine power was a true gift from God or a lingering curse. He only knew that even if he successfully corrupted the knight into a half-monster, eradicating his innate, holy characteristics completely was an impossible feat. The unique divine energy, no matter how faint it became, was fundamentally bound to his very existence, ensuring it would forever flicker like a dying ember.

Therefore, for the sake of the child alone, he had to keep mercilessly pumping vast quantities of semen into the knight’s core. Hauling Leonhardt up, Kelles forced him face-down onto the floor—thoroughly carpeted with writhing tentacle vines—leaving only his bruised hips thrust humiliatingly into the air.

“Keu-heuk…! T-treat me more gently… I feel like my body is going to break apart…”

“I specifically chose you because I knew you wouldn’t break. Enough useless chatter—spread them.”

When Leonhardt mumbled his desperate plea, his face half-buried in the squelching swamp of tentacles, Kelles lightly slapped the Knight Commander’s bare buttocks, flatly denying the request. The sharp smack caused the entrance to flinch in surprise, squeezing out a tiny, pathetic spurt of semen—a reaction that only further whetted the beast’s voracious appetite.

The bodily fluids overflowing from the passage trickled heavily over his testicles, carving a winding, glistening path down the length of his own flushed, human arousal. Watching beads of semen gather and drip from the tip of the human’s pathetic little cock, Kelles narrowed his eyes in dark satisfaction and ground his throbbing erection back against the slick entrance.

“Keu-heuk… If you break our promise… you will live to regret it.”

Already driven to the brink of his sanity by the monster’s inexhaustible stamina, Leonhardt threw a venomous glare over his shoulder, resolving that if his knight order was not released, he would hold a blade to his own throat.

“Do not fret, for I am a monster who honors his contracts. Shall we make a wager? You will find me infinitely more trustworthy than the shallow, fragile faith of your fellow humans; I have lived far longer than any of them, after all.”

Though he spoke in a light, teasing tone, his words carried absolute sincerity. Plunging his wet, tentacle-like cock deep into Leonhardt’s waiting core with a sickening squelch, Kelles began to roll his hips, gently caressing the reddened flesh of the buttocks that perfectly matched the shape of his own massive handprints.

“Ah…! Hah, heu-eok… D-don’t make me laugh…”

In all his life, he had never encountered a monster that so boldly proclaimed its own trustworthiness. Concluding that the beast was deranged beyond all reason, Leonhardt decided not to waste his breath on a retort, instead gripping the thick tentacle stalks littered across the floor. The vines were just as slick and slimy as the cock currently battering his insides, evoking a genuinely horrifying, revulsive sensation. Yet feeling as though he would completely shatter if he didn’t have something to tear into, he found himself ruthlessly crushing whatever his desperate hands managed to grasp.

“You will learn soon enough. You will see just how utterly insignificant your human faith truly is.”

As if signaling the end of their idle chatter, Kelles narrowed his focus to the task at hand. Blanketing the human’s well-sculpted, muscular back with his massive frame, he roughly kneaded the knight’s swollen, tender pectoral with one hand while furiously driving his hips forward.

“Ah…! Ah, heueu… Eut…! A-euk…!”

The rough, defeated timbre of Leonhardt’s voice gradually gave way to a sickeningly sweet, breathless whine. Every time the monstrous phallus pried him open and pushed deep, the nodules lining its surface scraped violently against his sensitive entrance, sending sharp shivers racing up his spine. Heated to a scalding temperature by the friction, the textured ridges dragged against his perineum and inner walls, leaving behind a revolting, inescapable trail of blistering pleasure.

“Nngh…! Keu-heut…! Eut, ah-ah…!”

“Squealing away like a filthy, in-heat sow… Does it truly feel that magnificent? Completely maddened by copulation—you are nothing short of a total deviant.”

“Hieuk…! Eut, eu-eu…!”

Squish!

When the beast aimed directly for the entrance of the womb and relentlessly hammered into it, Leonhardt possessed no defense left to withstand the onslaught.

Suspended helplessly with only his hips raised, the knight gasped for air, fighting a desperate, losing battle to hold onto his fraying sanity. Having his most sensitive depths so ruthlessly impaled made him feel as though his very brain was being violently fucked. It was as deeply shocking as it was euphoric, causing clear, slick pre-cum to endlessly spurt from his rigid, dripping erection.

“Ah… Eu…! Eut, heueuk…!”

Whenever his body absorbed more demonic energy than its mortal limit could endure, it violently purged everything it failed to digest. Despite having just ejaculated, semen continued to ooze steadily from his tip, refusing to dry up, while thin streams of lactation leaked shamelessly from his swollen, heavy chest. Thrashed relentlessly back and forth with every brutal thrust, his chest smeared the squelching tentacles beneath him with his own milky fluids. The bizarre, wet friction of his engorged nipples rubbing against the soft, yielding vines evoked a maddeningly strange sensation, forcing him to tremble and writhe helplessly in the suffocating throes of pleasure.

“Haa… Who in their right mind would ever mistake this for a holy knight? Even giving you the benefit of the doubt, you look like nothing more than an exclusive, monstrous cum-dump.”

Basking in the glorious grip of those perfectly loosened, dripping walls, the monster let out a deep, rumbling groan of profound satisfaction. The fact that he remained consistently, intensely aroused despite taking the man every single day suggested that their physical compatibility was far more potent than he had initially imagined.

“Here, take a good look at your own face. See how thoroughly addicted you’ve become to your husband’s cock.”

Deciding it was far too much of a waste to hoard the magnificent view for himself, Kelles gave a casual wave of his hand, prompting the tangled mass of tentacles on the floor to begin secreting a somewhat diluted, slick mucus.

“Eueup…! Eut, heueuk…!”

The secreted slime quickly began to pool heavily in the crevices between the writhing bundles of tentacles. Shoved face-down against the squelching floor, Leonhardt forcefully swallowed a mouthful of the thick essence—tasting sickeningly sweet with a bitter, cloying aftertaste—and twisted his face in visceral disgust.

“Ah…! Heok, heueu, wh-what are you doing…”

“I thought it a bit dull to merely bore into you with my cock, so I decided to add a touch of entertainment.”

The monster grabbed the back of the human’s head and forcibly lifted his face. Even during this, the beast did not pause his relentless breeding for a single second. Soon, the mucus flooding the tentacle swamp rose high enough to completely submerge Leonhardt’s wrists where they braced against the floor.

“Heueuk…! What… ah, ah…!”

The vines continued to weep their thick juices until a small, reflective pool formed around them. When the thicket of tentacles was finally submerged entirely beneath the slime, the perfectly smooth surface acted as a mirror, vividly reflecting the flushed, intensely aroused face of the human male.

The silver hair that he had always kept impeccably styled during his tenure as Knight Commander was now an unruly, tangled mess plastered flat across his forehead. Soaked through with an ambiguous mixture of sweat and semen, the strands clung messily to his cheeks and eyebrows, creating an undeniably erotic image. Even his unkempt, overgrown stubble was dripping wet. Above all else, the vacant, mind-broken expression on his face—flushed a bright, feverish crimson from pure ecstasy—was an absolute spectacle. Confronted with the undeniable, visual proof of his own corrupted arousal for the very first time, Leonhardt froze in sheer, unadulterated shock, stripped entirely of the ability to speak.

“It’s obscenely arousing, you know—that face of yours. Staring up with a look like that, desperately gouging out your own hole and begging to be plundered; do you honestly expect me to hold back from burying my cock in you?”

“Eu-heu-eueuk……!”

Thwack!

Having pulled back until only the very tip remained precariously hooked at the entrance, the massive cock slammed back in, burying itself to the hilt.

The sudden, electrifying shockwave that blasted through his lower abdomen caused Leonhardt to seize and convulse violently, helplessly spraying a long, hot stream of urine across the floor.

Using that violent reaction as his starting signal, Kelles ruthlessly drove his forearm-thick cock in with sickening thuds, tightening his iron grip on the back of Leonhardt’s head to ensure the knight could not tear his eyes away from the reflective pool.

“Ah! Heueuk…! Eut, keu-heueuk…! Nngh…!”

Squish.

With every single, devastating plunge of the meat pillar, the knight’s swollen belly and heavy chest sloshed violently back and forth.

The mirror captured every humiliating detail with crystal clarity: his mouth falling slack as he melted completely into the pleasure, the fresh tears pooling in his bloodshot eyes, and the pearly drops of breast milk welling up from his areolas before dripping heavily into the swamp below.

“Heut, eu-eu-eu…!”

Seeing the visual proof of his degradation made the horrifying reality that he was truly carrying a monster’s offspring strike him with agonizing force, sending a sharp, devastating ache through his chest. And yet, his body, thoroughly broken and tamed by the beast’s brutal copulation, moved on pure instinct to chase the delirious rapture. He watched in visceral horror as his own hips involuntarily twitched and writhed, grinding backward in a desperate, animalistic bid to wring out every last drop of semen the beast had to offer.

“Ah, heueuk… No, I said no… I, I never intended for this… Eug-heuk…!”

“You say ‘no’ every single time, but tell me, did your precious Order never teach you the sin of lying? Let us be honest with ourselves for a moment.”

Swallowing the massive cock down to its very root, rhythmically squeezing and releasing in a frantic cycle of greed—if this was not the behavior of a depraved harlot, then what was? Kelles deliberately overlaid his own massive, clawed hand atop Leonhardt’s trembling fingers where they braced against the floor, then pumped his hips with the savage, rapid ferocity of a dog in heat. Though the monster possessed a half-human, half-beast form, he was ultimately a towering creature blanketed in dense, coarse fur; the visual shock of their mirrored union was beyond words.

“Stop… Please, stop…!”

The guttural, predatory growls rumbling behind him, the coarse pelt dragging against his bare back, and the rock-hard abdominals mercilessly slamming against his bruised buttocks evoked a bone-chilling terror. Having involuntarily leaked another pathetic stream of semen, Leonhardt shook his head frantically, desperately attempting to crawl forward to escape the horrific reflection.

Trapped firmly beneath the monster’s crushing weight, however, he was doomed to remain pinned, relentlessly fucked until his womb was flooded with demonic seed once more. The monster’s dark brand stamped onto his sloshing lower abdomen was agonizingly visible. He could see every humiliating detail: his own rigid cock slapping wetly against his belly, and the beast’s terrifyingly massive phallus plunging violently between his parted cheeks.

“Heueuk… Heuk, ah, heu-eug….”

Out of pure, ingrained habit, Leonhardt nearly cried out to the Heavenly Father, but bit down viciously on his lip, choking back his wretched sobs. Habit was a terrifying thing; even after resolving to abandon his shameless, hypocritical attempts to seek God’s grace, his lips moved of their own accord whenever he was driven to the absolute brink. Yet the immediate, crushing reminder that he no longer had a divine savior to rely on drowned him in an abyss of total despair, leaving him to agonize in silent, helpless tears.

“Crying again, I see. But you may rest easy. With a womb this remarkably resilient, overflowing with the demonic energy I’ve pumped into it, it seems the fetus has finally entered a stable phase.”

It meant the danger of a miscarriage had passed. Previously, whenever the cock ravaged his insides, the violent protrusions had visibly bulged beneath his taut abdominal muscles; now, his distinctly rounded, pregnant belly merely sloshed and swayed with the impact. Kelles gazed down at the magnificent sight with profound satisfaction, his hand possessively stroking Leonhardt’s lower abdomen as he unleashed yet another blistering torrent of semen into the knight’s core.

“Eung-heut…! Euk, heueu… Heok…”

“If you truly wish to save your subordinates, you must work diligently until the very end. I will release the knight order shortly. It is entirely thanks to you sacrificing your own body, so I am certain they will feel profoundly grateful.”

Compared to his usual, mocking sneer, the monster’s surprisingly softened tone sounded deeply jarring. Plastering his massive frame against Leonhardt’s back, keeping his cock buried deep within to savor the lingering tremors of ejaculation, Kelles let out a long, heavy sigh and deliberately swelled the knot at the base of his member.

“Ah…! Aaah…! Hik…!”

“Look at you, practically dying of joy.”

Though he could mutate into any form he desired, he always held a distinct preference for the primal mating habits of canines or swine. The horrified, panicked reactions of his prey as they were taken were intensely entertaining, and the sensation of swelling his knot to tightly lock himself inside a hole he had already pounded into a sloppy, melting mess was uniquely exhilarating.

Naturally, the human pinned hopelessly beneath him had no choice but to wail and violently tremble beneath the sheer, cruel intensity of the pleasure. His abdomen was already under immense pressure from incubating the monster’s offspring; with the phallus expanding and knotting inside him, his insides were stretched to their absolute physical limit, crushing his womb and prostate simultaneously. The suffocating fullness was an entirely different agony from having his most sensitive spots relentlessly battered.

Holding Leonhardt in a tight, possessive embrace for a long moment, drifting in the lingering afterglow of rapture, Kelles finally spoke.

“Let us schedule the knight order’s release for the day after tomorrow. You will go and deliver the news to them personally. You will look them in the eye and tell them that you have chosen to remain here, and in exchange, they have earned safe passage out.”

“Haa… Ha… Eueuk….”

Leonhardt barely managed to nod, blinking back a fresh wave of tears. He was immeasurably relieved that his knights would finally be freed, yet the crushing realization that he would be abandoned here alone, condemned to endure this horrific defilement day after day, tore at his soul.

Even if he could rewind time, Knight Commander Leonhardt knew with absolute certainty that he would make the exact same sacrifice. Under the circumstances, it was the only righteous path available; if he could save even a single, untainted, faithful knight from this hell, it was his sacred duty to do so.

However, knowing that his choice was the correct one did absolutely nothing to dull the suffocating agony of his reality. There was nothing more horrific than watching his own body warp and mutate day by day, forcing him to witness the undeniable proof of his own profound corruption. The absolute certainty that the chance of salvation would never reach him, that the price of his fall from grace was the loss of his holy power and his irreversible degradation into a monster’s personal breeding sow, filled him with an inescapable, bone-deep sorrow.

Once the knight order was officially released, his final role as their Commander would be fulfilled. In other words, the moment they walked away, Leonhardt’s life as the proud Knight Commander would truly come to its definitive end. It was the path he had personally, willingly chosen, but he could not yet bring himself to accept the terrifying permanence of that future. Ultimately unable to endure the crushing weight of his shattered mind, the fallen Knight Commander went completely limp, sobbing silently as endless streams of tears tracked down his ruined face.

“Do not cry. When you weep like that, it only turns me on and makes me want to fuck you all over again.”

Uttering words that blurred the line between cruel comfort and dark threat, Kelles finally rose to his feet. Having proudly declared himself a monster who honored his word, he truly intended to fulfill his end of the bargain. A dark, twisted smile spread effortlessly across his lips at the tantalizing thought: the day after tomorrow, he would gleefully shred Leonhardt’s already fragile soul, ensuring the knight fell permanently and inescapably into his demonic embrace.

***

Trembling in the biting cold, the knight order trudged down the endless mine shaft. Having been trapped in the abandoned mine for nearly two months, they assumed they had been dragged through every conceivable corner of it, yet the caverns plunged unexpectedly deep into the earth.

“Damnable monsters…” one knight muttered. “I suppose they can see perfectly fine in the dark, huh?”

“Whoa, watch your step. I nearly tripped.”

“Silence, human. Walk faster,” a gruff voice commanded. “Lord Kelles is waiting.”

The knights were practically shoved through the oppressive darkness. A massive orc looming at the rear of the formation guided them deeper into the abyss, treating the humans like lowly livestock in every way short of wielding a whip.

The mine, entirely devoid of light, was a realm of absolute pitch black. Standing at the vanguard, Alec channeled his holy power into his fingertips, conjuring a faint glow to illuminate their path forward.

Until now, they had only been forced to labor in areas with rudimentary lighting, leaving them astonished by the sheer number of hidden passages concealed within the shadows. The colossal mine was nothing short of a labyrinth.

“Ack! I just hit my head on—huh?”

As they ventured deeper, the air grew noticeably warmer and stiflingly thick. The moment someone let out a disgruntled groan after smacking their head against the suddenly lowered ceiling, the surroundings abruptly flared with light, bringing the entire knight order to a dead halt.

“Commander…?”

The knights had arrived at a vast cavity hollowed out within the coal mine. Waiting for them there was Leonhardt, who looked distinctly somber.

“It has been a while, everyone,” Leonhardt said softly. “I summoned you because I have something urgent to say.”

“Something to say…?” Alec echoed, a sudden sense of foreboding washing over him.

The monster looming behind Leonhardt was an entirely new entity, one they hadn’t encountered once during their imprisonment in the caves. Its sheer bulk was so overwhelming that the orcs standing beside it looked like mere runts.

Seeing the way all the other monsters flanked the beast with groveling respect made its identity glaringly obvious: this was Kelles. When they had fought the creature at the site where the sealing stone was buried, it had been a writhing mass lacking any defined shape. Seeing it now, fully manifested in a terrifying physical form, sent a violent shudder down Alec’s spine.

“Yes. I called you here to deliver glad tidings,” Leonhardt continued, his voice strained. “You will all finally be able to leave this place.”

“What…? Is that true?”

“Did you hear that? We can leave!”

“Damn it, I’m eating meat the second I get out. No, wait, I want to bask in the sun first.”

The knights’ expressions brightened instantly at their commander’s announcement, and a clamor of excited chatter rippled through the ranks. Alec alone maintained a hardened expression, his eyes locked on Leonhardt as he gnawed at an inexplicable sense of dread.

For someone claiming to deliver glad tidings, Leonhardt’s face was far too bleak. Furthermore, what did he mean by saying they were ‘able to leave’? The only ways out of this hell were to either find an escape route or wipe out the monsters alongside reinforcements. Announcing it as though they had been granted permission, while entirely surrounded by the beasts, made absolutely no sense.

[Such jubilant faces. Like innocent children playing by the water’s edge. How hopelessly naive. They don’t even realize their commander sacrificed his own body for them.]

Kelles chuckled low, speaking in a monstrous tongue that only Leonhardt could comprehend. As soon as the words left its mouth, the beast wrapped a massive arm around the knight commander’s thick waist, brazenly flaunting its possession.

“Ugh… what are you doing in front of my men?” Leonhardt hissed under his breath. “Let go. I’ll finish this quickly.”

He had been just on the verge of telling the rejoicing knights that he, as their commander, would remain behind. Suddenly pulled into Kelles’s embrace, Leonhardt tried to shove away the monster’s arm—which was as thick as his own thigh—while snapping at the beast in a hushed tone.

Though he had sold his soul to the creature, he had absolutely no desire to reveal the exact terms of their pact to his subordinates. Even now, to hide his swollen belly and engorged chest, he was forced to wear a perverted set of undergarments fashioned from living tentacles, concealed only by the loose, draping clothes layered over them.

Even as he made his announcement to the knights, the tentacle leeches sprouting inside his undergarments ruthlessly suckled at both his nipples. Wedged deep between his buttocks was a fleshy, throbbing pillar—not quite as massive as Kelles’s actual member, but thick enough to be agonizing. He only managed to suppress his reactions and feign composure because he had been broken to the point where such stimulation no longer pushed him to climax. Beneath his clothes, however, his naked body was entirely that of a broken slave.

“What am I doing? Why, I’m attempting a new bargain, of course.”

Speaking with a sly, cunning lilt, Kelles blatantly seized Leonhardt’s chest over his clothes, kneading the flesh as it addressed the knight order.

“Is this the first time we’ve met face-to-face in this form? Allow me to reintroduce myself,” the beast declared. “I am Kelles, the monster sealed away by you humans in ancient times.”

Kelles employed a refined, articulate vocabulary that stood in stark contrast to the slurred, clumsy speech of the orcs. Though its hulking, half-man, half-beast exterior made it appear brutish and coarse, the creature was actually an unparalleled, immensely powerful sorcerer within the Demonic Realm. Had it wished, it could have easily assumed a suave, sophisticated appearance, using silken words to bewitch humans and enslave them by the droves.

It had deliberately chosen this grotesque, lumbering form purely because it delighted in seeing Leonhardt’s visceral disgust. At its core, the monster possessed a brilliantly wicked intellect.

After all, its original summoning to the surface had been born from a human’s insatiable greed for forbidden magical knowledge. It was absolutely certain that not a single one of the foolish knights gathered here could outwit it. Hooking a thick finger to deliberately rub exactly over Leonhardt’s nipple, Kelles flashed a meaningful smirk and continued.

“From this moment forward, I wish to strike a bargain with you all,” the monster announced, “concerning this obscenely slutty knight commander of yours.”

“What did you just…?”

Despite its elegant pronunciation, the beast’s choice of words was utterly vulgar. As the entire knight order stared in abject horror, Kelles’s bestial eyes glinted with malicious glee.

“It seems your esteemed commander omitted a rather crucial detail when delivering his news.”

“Agh! W-wait… what are you doing? The men are right here…”

Panicked by Kelles suddenly seizing control of the narrative, Leonhardt struggled desperately to squirm out of its grasp. But weighed down by an array of obscene restraints, with his chest being publicly kneaded, there was absolutely nothing he could do. Worse yet, as the monster forcefully squeezed his painfully engorged breasts, milk squirted out in thick spurts. Leonhardt flinched against the perverse pleasure of the release, biting his lip to choke back the moan threatening to tear from his throat.

“You bastard! What the hell are you doing to the commander?!” Alec roared, channeling his holy power into his fists as though ready to hurl himself at the monster. “You think we’ll just stand by and let this happen?!”

Infuriated by the creature’s brazen attitude—treating their leader like a cheap concubine—Alec fumed with murderous intent. He knew full well they were unarmed, but he was fully prepared to tear the beast’s throat out with his bare teeth if necessary. It was agonizing to see their commander trapped and defenseless in the grip of a filthy monster, and the creature’s arrogant posturing was too nauseating to simply stand back and watch any longer.

“What am I doing?” Kelles mused. “Just acting the part of his husband.”

Rather than ordering the orcs to intercept Alec, Kelles simply flicked a finger, issuing a silent command to the tentacles clinging tightly to Leonhardt’s skin. The appendages, which had been waiting obediently in the guise of undergarments, writhed violently the instant they received the order, ripping the frayed fabric covering them to shreds.

Riiiip!

The sound of tearing cloth echoed obscenely through the enclosed cavern. Stripped naked in the blink of an eye, Leonhardt was left completely exposed before his entire knight order, displaying his heavily engorged breasts and taut, swollen belly.

The tentacle leeches were still laced around his heavy, sagging chest like a twisted bra, squeezing his flesh to create a deep, prominent cleavage. Below that, his rounded belly—swollen from carrying the monster’s seed—bore a stark, glowing brand marking him as the beast’s property.

“Ah… ah…”

Blindsided by the sudden violation, Leonhardt felt his vision flare white. His mind went entirely blank, as though he had been struck across the face out of nowhere, leaving him incapable of forming a single word.

Even as his face burned crimson, practically boiling with humiliation, an involuntary reflex seized his body. His muscles clamped down hard, squeezing the bundle of tentacles impaling his rear passage, which instantly sent blood rushing to his groin. Springing into a rigid erection the moment he was laid bare, Leonhardt looked disgustingly like a pervert reveling in his own exposure.

The tentacle undergarment featured a dildo-like mass of flesh designed to mercilessly torment his hole from the inside, while the front was left completely open. As if deliberately accentuating his shame, it didn’t cover his member at all; instead, it merely wrapped tightly around the base, leaving his erection jutting out obscenely.

Normally, the restraint acted as a strict chastity belt, brutally punishing any unwarranted arousal. Yet in this exact moment, the pressure purposefully slacked, allowing the human to become helplessly aroused. Unchecked, the stimulation forced Leonhardt into a hard, immediate erection.

“F-father…?” Alec stammered, his voice thick with shock and disbelief.

The other knights were similarly paralyzed, utterly unable to process the horrific spectacle unfolding before their eyes. Only Kelles relished the moment, a sly, wicked grin stretching across its face. The insidious monster slid a hand beneath the tentacle bra, fondling the trembling middle-aged man’s nipples as it spoke.

“The esteemed knight commander you all trust and follow has long since become my personal cum-dumpster,” Kelles sneered. “While you wretches were shivering in a freezing prison just trying to survive, he was spreading his hole for me and living quite comfortably in luxury.”

“…!”

Leonhardt’s lips parted, desperate to protest the vicious distortion of the truth. But Kelles pinched and yanked his nipple sharply—a silent command to stay put—forcing him to hold his breath and swallow his cry of agony.

“Not only has he forsaken his sacred convictions, but he is currently carrying a monster’s spawn in his belly. Still, if you fools want to keep worshipping this perverted breeding sow, I certainly won’t stop you.”

“You… you…”

Alec’s face twisted in profound confusion at the beast’s degrading insults, his hands twitching helplessly at his sides. Utterly broken of his fighting spirit, the holy power that had gathered at his fingertips had already scattered into the ether without a trace.

He couldn’t believe it. His pure, noble father had not only bedded a monster, but was parading around in such a disgraceful, obscene state. Suddenly, the puzzle pieces slammed into place in Alec’s mind. He finally realized who had been making those desperate, agonizing groans that echoed through the mine shafts at night. He finally understood why Leonhardt—supposedly being exploited and tortured by the monsters—hadn’t grown gaunt, but instead maintained a healthy, flushed complexion.

Alec felt like a complete moron for having so gratefully cherished and rationed the apple Leonhardt had secretly handed him. His father—no, that filthy wretch—had sold his body to a monster to procure that food.

“…Traitor.”

Though dripping with venom, Alec’s voice was eerily calm. Staring at Leonhardt as though looking at a repulsive monster, his eyes held not a single trace of the reverence they once possessed.

“A—Alec… that’s not it… ah, hnnk…!”

Leonhardt’s voice shook violently as he frantically tried to speak. Even that desperate plea was cut short; a tentacle leech viciously bit down on his plump, swollen nipple, choking off his words and replacing them with a stifled whimper.

“Well then, now that you know the truth of the matter, let us return to the terms of our bargain,” Kelles sneered with dark amusement. “Decide. Will you leave this whore of a cum-dumpster commander behind as my breeding stock, or will you share his fate and join him?”

Snickering sadistically, Kelles peeled back half of the tentacle bra, fully exposing Leonhardt’s chest—already bearing red handprints—to his subordinates. Engorged to the bursting point with milk, the wet, swollen peaks of his nipples were a tantalizing crimson. Standing out starkly against his pale skin, the thick, rosy buds looked incredibly inviting, practically begging to be suckled. Milk was already beading across the areolas and nipples, trailing down from the rounded flesh in thin, white rivulets.

“N-no… There’s been a m-misunderstanding…”

“Shut your mouth,” Alec cut in, his voice dripping with ice. “There is much I want to ask, but silence is the bare minimum of respect I can still muster.”

Alec severed Leonhardt’s frantic plea without mercy. Stripped of his right to speak, the aging knight commander looked on the verge of tears, struggling to cover his exposed body. Yet he was trapped within Kelles’s iron grip; the shock had paralyzed him so thoroughly that even twitching a limb was beyond him.

The knights stared at him as though he were some newly discovered, grotesque breed of monster. Horror, contempt, and visceral disgust were plain on their faces.

He could not bear the fact that the disciples he had raised with his own two hands—especially Alec, whom he had always cherished like a son—were looking at him with such revulsion. Tears began to pool at the corners of Leonhardt’s bloodshot eyes.

“I say this just in case there are still any complete fools among you clinging to some pathetic attachment even after witnessing this sight.” Kelles’s voice rang out. “Promise to hand your obscenely slutty knight commander over to me, and I shall refrain from invading the human realm, choosing instead to remain quietly in this place.”

To drive the point home, Kelles seized Leonhardt by the waist and hoisted him off the ground. Thick tentacles surged from the monster’s back, wrapping around the commander’s thighs and spreading them wide—putting his rear passage, tightly clamped around a throbbing mass of tentacles, on full display. Even in the midst of this humiliation, his large member remained rigid, bouncing and slapping against his pregnant belly.

“……”

“……Fuck.”

Muttering a curse, one of the knights jerked his head away. The display was as depraved as it was traumatic; it was a reflexive action born of the fear that staring any longer would drive them mad. That visceral rejection struck Leonhardt like a blade to the chest.

“…So, what exactly is it that you want?” Alec demanded, fighting through a throbbing headache. “Are you telling us to sell the commander over to you?”

Though whatever affection he’d once held for the corrupted Leonhardt had evaporated, handing a human over to a monster was another matter entirely. As a knight, he could not stoop to such an act.

“What I desire is for you to leave this wretch here and never come looking for him again. Promise me you won’t cause any pointless disturbances in the future, and I will let you all leave unharmed.”

Kelles slid a hand between Leonhardt’s thighs, slipping its fingers beneath the perverse undergarments. The fabric—little more than thin strings—barely covered anything at all, yet it stretched with remarkable elasticity as the monster pulled at it.

The thick cluster of tentacles wedged deep inside his hole slipped out with a slick, wet sound as the garment was peeled away. It was an object so swollen that it was hard to believe his firm buttocks had been accommodating it.

A horrific, humiliating sight. Yet the slick appendages dragging against his inner walls sent a jolt through his sensitive flesh, wrenching a needy, agonizing moan from him before his entire order.

“Ah… Hnnk, ngh…”

The sight of him squeezing his eyes shut and stifling his noises was somehow more provocative than if he had moaned obscenely. Having extracted the fleshy appendage from Leonhardt’s body, Kelles didn’t bother removing the underwear completely; instead, it freed its own massive member and began rubbing it against the thoroughly broken-in breeding hole.

“……”

“What’s the matter?” Kelles sneered. “Does it feel too much like betrayal to answer aloud? Then let’s do it this way. Any man who agrees to leave this perverted breeding sow behind, move to the right. I shall only grant passage to those who consent.”

“Ah…! Ah, nngh…! Ah, no, don’t do this…” Leonhardt sobbed.

The bundle of tentacles that had been jammed inside Leonhardt was enormous, but Kelles’s true member was far more monstrous in both appearance and sheer size. Without hesitation, the beast began to invade the hole, slipping inside as easily as if returning home.

With a wet squelch, the lewd fluids that had pooled inside were forced out by the intrusion, trailing down the thick shaft. As if putting on a deliberate show, Kelles gave a powerful thrust of its hips, sinking nearly half its length deep into the human before adding, “I will give you fifteen minutes to decide.”

“Nngh, hnnk…!”

The hole convulsed around the thick, raw meat, spilling slick fluids. Even though it was only halfway inside, a wave of fulfillment crashed over him—one those spindly tentacles could never match. God help him, he wanted the monster to bury that mass of flesh all the way to the root and grind its hips deep inside him.

“Haa… Haa… No, stop, I said stop…”

A tearful, disjointed plea tumbled from his lips, though it was entirely unclear who he was even talking to. Thoroughly aroused and impaled upon the monster’s cock, Leonhardt scrambled to deny his horrific reality.

“Ah…! Nngh, huuuh…!”

Yet the more he tried to resist, the further his muscular body slid downward. With his own weight pressing him down, the monstrous shaft plunged deeper; the instant it struck his prostate, his back arched violently and he gasped for air.

“Haa…”

One of the knights, who had been staring blankly at the spectacle, let out a deep sigh and stepped toward the right. The soft shuffle of his boots against stone cut like a blade.

“……”

The knights didn’t bother to jeer or mock the explicit scene of copulation unfolding before them. They merely cast sideways glances as if witnessing something unspeakable, averted their eyes, and one by one moved to the right.

“Hah… Hah, hnnk… Ngh… Nnngh…”

Leonhardt trembled, a continuous stream of broken moans leaking from him. He had lost his sense of reality. He wanted to believe this was all a fragmented, hellish nightmare.

[Do you see?] Kelles whispered in the demonic tongue, its hot breath ghosting over Leonhardt’s ear as it slowly traced the shell with its tongue. [Changed as you are, they treat you exactly as they would a repulsive monster. Your vaunted trust amounted to nothing more than that.]

With a sudden, vicious surge of strength, the monster gripped the human’s waist and dragged his torso downward, slamming him onto the cock.

Thrust!

“Hnnk, ah, aaaaah…!”

Overwhelmed by the shock and blazing ecstasy exploding in his lower belly, Leonhardt threw his head back and shrieked, his limbs shaking like a man being electrocuted. A thick deluge of fluid spilled from his rigid member, while milk flowed freely from both of his breasts.

“Hah…! Ah, ah…! D-don’t look…! No…! Ah…!”

The words he spat out to his men weren’t excuses or apologies—they were pure, desperate begging. As if finding the noise irritating, Kelles clamped a massive hand over Leonhardt’s mouth. The beast snickered, tossing a crude joke toward the orcs.

“Haa… It really is a hassle how much this one leaks just by getting fucked,” Kelles sneered. “Anyone want to place a bet? Let’s see how many seconds it takes for this wretch to cum.”

“Mmph…! Ah, nnnngh…!”

It was nothing more than a cruel joke. Thrusting upward with enough force to pierce straight through the womb, Kelles ruthlessly excavated the human’s most sensitive depths.

Squelch, slop, thud, shhhk!

“Hee, huh, ngh, haah!”

Reacting to the mass of flesh—a concentrated block of demonic energy—the brand seared onto his belly squeezed the womb tight, delivering a torturous ecstasy. A tragically pathetic sight, losing all control and climaxing the exact moment the monster finished its joke.

Even before the aftershocks of his ejaculation could fade, the engorged head of the monster’s cock repeatedly slammed against the fully packed womb. A blinding, electric sensation raced from his testicles straight to the tip of his cock, leaving him shivering as he was forced into yet another merciless climax.

Thud, thud, slap, thud—!

The monster’s fucking began in earnest. Kelles no longer bothered trying to persuade the humans. Instead, it set out to flaunt just how brutally it could drive its hips to conquer and claim Leonhardt’s hole.

“Hic…! Ngh, aaaaaah…!”

He was bombarded with a pleasure so intense it dissolved his mental trauma. His mind reduced to mush, Leonhardt choked on his own saliva, his chest heaving as he gasped raggedly for air.

Beyond his blurred, tear-filled vision, he could see that the number of knights standing in front of him had dwindled. More than half had already moved to the right; the rest, caught in agonizing hesitation, were slowly turning in that same direction.

“Nnngh…! Ah, haa…! Ngh…!”

[I hope you take this opportunity to realize just how perverted your innate nature truly is, Kelles mocked telepathically. Whether your subordinates are watching or not is of no consequence. You’re too busy acting the part of a shameless harlot the moment a cock is fed to you.]

Kelles extended its tongue, swiping up the milk flowing from Leonhardt’s breast. The milk, concentrated with demonic energy, tasted sweet while leaving a faint burning sensation on the tongue—the last fading trace of holy power proving he had once been a paladin.

That scorching sensation only drove the monster to pump its hips with greater fervor. It relentlessly degraded the human for shamelessly gaping his hole, but in truth, the one utterly addicted to that hole—the one constantly biting and sucking at it—was none other than Kelles itself.

“……”

Alec stared at the sight of his father copulating with a monster, his eyes like chips of ice. He was now the only knight left standing on the left side. He remained rooted to the spot, unable to sever the bonds of affection they had built over the years, but within his heart, a toxic mix of betrayal, hatred, and profound sorrow was blooming.

“Ah…! Ngh, hnnngh…! Ah…!”

Listen well, Leonhardt. Unlike them, I will not cast you aside. So long as you dutifully birth my young, I intend to continue bringing you such immense pleasure.

“Khh… Ngh, huff… Shut up, you’ll rot in hell…” Leonhardt panted. “Your soul, will… Ah…! Ah…!”

[Yes, well said. Tumbling down into the Demonic Realm together doesn’t sound half bad.]

Kelles reacted to Leonhardt’s hatred-fueled curse as if it had merely heard the pleasant chirping of a bird. The human was only baring his fangs now; once he realized nothing remained at his side, he would collapse into the monster’s embrace.

Humans were fragile creatures, ultimately desperate to lean on anything they could find. That was precisely why they clung, weeping and praying even to entities incapable of saving them. Like a predator patiently waiting for its prey to tumble off a cliff, Kelles drove Leonhardt forward with a terrifying, unhurried leisure.

“Haa… Haa… Ngh, nngh…! Ah, hic…”

Slap, slap!

Every time the cock plunged in and out, his milk-heavy breasts and swollen belly bounced. His stomach was already mottled with smeared semen, while the half-peeled tentacle garments snagged on his chest and legs, flopping obscenely with every brutal thrust.

“Now then, finalize your decisions,” Kelles declared. “I will assume all those who have moved to the right have chosen to return.”

Repeatedly sliding its member in and out at a torturously slow pace, Kelles scrutinized the faces of the knights. It was almost laughable that they had decided to abandon the man they had so fiercely trusted and followed just from being shown a little copulation. The fact that it hadn’t even taken them a full fifteen minutes to reach that conclusion was absurd. Kelles could not fathom why Leonhardt had fought so desperately to protect such worthless cowards.

“……”

Alec, who had maintained his position on the left until the very end, let out a low, anguished sound. Then, he burned the final image of the man he had followed like a father into his memory.

Stained with ecstasy, Leonhardt’s flushed face looked obscenely erotic. Even while consumed by shame, he moaned helplessly at a single movement from the monster, quickly reaching his peak and leaking semen as his eyes rolled back in a daze.

The explicit penetration, accompanied by wet, squelching sounds of copulation every time he took the monster’s cock, was jarring. Alec could see everything—from the pubic hair plastered to pale skin like sodden seaweed, down to every mole dotting the naked body. Even as he found the sight of a middle-aged man being bred by a monster repulsive, he could not tear his eyes away.

Leonhardt looked like a beast that knew nothing but mating. Though he spat out words of denial as if clinging to some last shred of conscience, the sight of him thrusting his hips and gaping his hole in perfect sync with the monster’s fucking made it undeniable—he was enjoying it too.

It was despicable.

He felt like an idiot for spending countless sleepless nights worrying about the commander’s safety, agonizing over how much the man must be suffering.

Choking back the furious tears threatening to spill from his eyes, the young knight finally forced his feet to move. His gaze briefly met Leonhardt’s blue eyes, a chaotic mess of sorrow and ecstasy, but he callously turned his head away, pretending he hadn’t seen a thing.

With that, it was definitively proven: not a single member of the knight order was willing to stay behind with Leonhardt. Watching the scene with satisfaction, Kelles poured more strength into the tentacles forcing Leonhardt’s legs apart, exposing his nether regions more explicitly.

“Hic, huuuh…!”

What waited at the end of those blindingly fast thrusts was a massive injection of semen. The monster squeezed thick loads of cum into Leonhardt’s body as though piping cream into a pastry, then its noduled cock finally withdrew. Instantly, semen gushed from the gaping hole, pouring out like rainwater from a drainpipe.

Floundering in a whirlpool of satisfaction, skepticism, terror, and shame, Leonhardt began to let out a hollow, broken laugh.

What had befallen him was too horrific to process. Just as Kelles had said, it felt as if his very soul had been torn apart. Yet his body had never known such pleasure; the undeniable proof that he was the monster’s property was so ecstatically pleasurable it was driving him insane.

He loved the fact that the semen overflowing from his stuffed belly was saturated with demonic energy. A twisted part of him wished the beast would drown him in a pleasure so violent it erased his ability to think.

“Excellent. The bargain is struck,” Kelles declared. “It’s been a wonderful acquaintance, but now it’s time for you all to get the hell out of my sight. The orcs will show you the way.”

Shoving Leonhardt—still dripping semen from his hole—flat onto the floor, Kelles mounted him. Since the fact that they were fucking had been laid bare to the world, there was no need to pretend civility anymore.

“Ah, ngh, ah…! Aaaaah…!”

Round two commenced before the knights had even exited the cavern. Coaxing the human into wrapping his legs around its waist, the monster immediately drove its cock back into the soft, yielding hole designed for its use. The instant it plunged inside, the pent-up cum splattered outward; the sensation of being so completely enveloped was exquisite.

“Ah, ah, ah…! Ah, hnnk…”

The bare stone floor, devoid of any cushioning tentacles, was brutally hard. Instinctively, Leonhardt clung to the monster, willingly accepting its massive cock. The piston-like thrusts, hammering into him like a machine engineered solely for copulation, were something no human could ever hope to replicate. Every time his insides were churned, it felt as though his brain was melting alongside them.

[Leon, happiness is never far away,] Kelles murmured. [Simply do as your instincts command.]

“Haa… Haa, hic… Huuuh…”

At the monster’s dark whisper, Leonhardt weakly shook his head. He no longer possessed the intellect required to discern right from wrong.

Both of his breasts burned with heat, and the hole swallowing the cock throbbed with a dull ache. He panted, tiny sparks of pleasure flaring within him, his lower half clenching and releasing in perfect rhythm with Kelles’s thrusts.

It felt just as good as it was horrific. The pleasure granted while thrashing in the depths of absolute despair tasted terrifyingly sweet—like pure honey.

[Be mine. Even if humanity forsakes you, even if your very god abandons you… I shall never do the same.]

The preparations to swallow his soul whole were finally complete. Smacking its lips, Kelles buried its snout into Leonhardt’s soft chest and lazily dragged its tongue up his jaw.

It wasn’t thrilled about letting the knights live, but anything could be useful depending on how it was wielded. Just as Leonhardt had pointed out before, it was easy enough to nurture its spawn by simply injecting demonic energy. However, raising that spawn into a sorcerer capable of undoing Kelles’s seal could take decades—perhaps even centuries.

Having humans buzzing around like annoying flies, trying to “rescue” Leonhardt during that time, was a headache Kelles preferred to avoid. Moreover, if the human stopped resisting and accepted the beast from the bottom of his heart, the resulting rapid mutation would prove advantageous for raising the young.

Kelles blanketed the human with its own body, trapping him in a fierce embrace. It wanted this pitiful soul to become corrupted and submit to its will.

No matter how it was framed, the result was the same: Knight Commander Leonhardt would remain here to birth its spawn, and the surviving knights would return safely. However, instead of making a noble, self-sacrificing martyr out of him, he had to be betrayed by the very people he trusted and cherished. Only by being abandoned by those he loved would he sever his lingering attachments to humanity and become a monster just like Kelles.

To ensure that final break, one last fragment of truth had to be revealed. Indulging in the broken human beneath it, the monster spoke in a tone dripping with mock generosity.

[Since today is a special day, I shall enlighten you on one little detail, Kelles murmured. The royal reinforcements that you and your men spent so long waiting for… already came and went a long time ago.]

“Huuuh, ha… Huff…”

Panting, Leonhardt stared at the monster with wide, disbelieving eyes. To shatter the human’s last ray of hope, the beast poured out the rest of its cruel words.

[I made them the exact same offer. I promised that if they abandoned your knight order, I would not invade their lands. It was quite hilarious, truly, watching them turn tail and flee without a single moment of deliberation.]

“……”

He had honestly believed there was nothing left to be disappointed by, yet reality continued to torture him until the bitter end. His head throbbed so violently that he couldn’t even register the sensation of the monster licking his skin. Taking in Leonhardt’s vacant, shell-shocked expression, Kelles offered its own twisted, demonic form of comfort.

[Even if your men return, they will not be welcomed as heroes. And even if they somehow manage to go back and live their lives as if none of this ever happened, the horrors they witnessed here will follow them forever like vengeful ghosts.]

That was the inescapable yoke those who abandoned their commander would have to bear. In the end, the only true victor in this scenario was the monster who had successfully claimed the knight commander for itself.

“Ha, haha… Huff, hic, hnnk…”

Leonhardt let out a small, broken laugh before his shoulders began to heave. Unable to overcome the crushing devastation, the betrayed human began to weep.

It was true. From the very beginning, he had been hanging himself on nothing but foolish hope.

It was pathetic. He had spent his entire life remaining fiercely loyal to the kingdom, devoting everything he had to the knight order. Yet in the end, the only thing he received in return was betrayal.

Keenly feeling the reality that he had been discarded in this hellhole, Leonhardt choked on his breaths, tears streaming down his face. He felt as if his heart had been blasted into dust.

It was devastating.

And he hated them for it.

Having confirmed that the human’s soul was finally fractured, Kelles spoke in a softer tone, ready to scoop up the shattered pieces and devour them whole. The sight of it mimicking the refined, soothing cadence of an aristocratic gentleman was jarring beyond words.

“Leon, do not cry,” Kelles murmured gently. “If you cry, it makes me want to fuck you right to the very edge of death. So please, dry your tears.”

“Haa… Ha, hnnk… Ngh… Huff…”

The words tickling his ear were not the demonic tongue, but human speech. The moment the realization struck him—that the only being left in the world who could speak to him in human words was the very monster currently pinning him down—Leonhardt couldn’t hold back anymore. He wailed openly, his body thrashing with the force of his sobs.

And yet, even as he cried, he spread his legs wider, pulling the monster’s rock-hard waist closer. As the massive block of flesh pushed inward, filling him completely, a dizzying sense of fulfillment washed over his body.

Right now, he didn’t want to think about anything at all. Just as Kelles had advised, Leonhardt surrendered himself to his base instincts.

Thud, thud, thud.

The brutal, piston-like motions designed purely for breeding repeated endlessly.

Before exiting the cavern, Alec, unable to shake his lingering attachments, glanced back one final time. The very last thing he saw was his father’s legs wrapped around the monster’s broad, muscular back. The feet curling and uncurling rhythmically served as horrific, undeniable proof of how much pleasure the man was feeling.

“……”

It was a scene he wished he could scrub from his memory forever. Swallowing his agony, Alec buried the image of his father deep within his heart and turned his steps toward the dark, endless mine shaft.