Chapter 463: Taking Everything

"I really am too soft-hearted for this."

I set the saw down. Below, the blood Astaroth had shed pooled across the floor, and I picked up the two ears I'd sawed off her.

"Cutting just one already hurts my heart this much. How could she have cut off so many? Unbelievable."

It took everything I had just to cut one ear, and it agonized me, yet how had Astaroth managed to cut the ears off every single elf without exception? Her cruelty genuinely made my blood boil.

"Hey, wake up. I know you're still fine."

I slipped my fingers into Astaroth's pussy. This suited me far better than tormenting with violence. Having passed out the moment her ear was severed, she came to at the touch of my fingers.

"Hic, hnngh."

Astaroth began to weep pitifully. I scraped my fingers inside her walls again as I scolded her.

"What did you do right to deserve crying? Hey, if I handed these dark elves the saw, they'd cut your ears off every time they grew back. Bawling without even thinking about what you did."

Someday, I would invite the dark elves into a dream and let each of them cut Astaroth's ear once. Whether she suffered phantom pain in the dream was none of my concern, and at least in reality, I would handle things my way.

The Legion Commander of Lust had cut the ear with pain-to-pleasure conversion, and the Legion Commander of Pride had delivered pure pain.

Now, it was the Legion Commander of Wrath's turn. I gently tickled her insides and rubbed her belly. The dark elf's firm, chocolate-toned abs were incredibly smooth.

"I really thought long and hard about this, you know. Whether my cock might rot after sticking it in a bitch like you."

Putting my cock in and pulling it out of someone like Astaroth was an insult to my cock, and a disservice to my women who would be craving it.

"But I had no choice. Even if you dip your hands in sewage, you just disinfect and wash them off, right? No matter how unappetizing the food is, you don't throw it out if it hasn't gone bad. Hmm."

Thump. I laid my cock on top of her mound. I twisted the angle of my inserted fingers and rubbed her clit against the underside of my shaft. The position was a bit awkward, but with Astaroth bound, it wasn't much of an issue.

"Right. You're not Forneus, so there's no reason I shouldn't eat. Don't you think? But here's the thing...."

My glans and shaft, scorched when I went searching for the highest-grade magic stone inside Lustrilis, were still burning hot as if the heat hadn't faded.

"From this moment on, I will take everything from you."

Thump. My cock parted Astaroth's slit and pushed inside. Astaroth's eyes rolled back as tears streamed down her face.

"First, I'll take your chastity."

No sex magic. No foreplay.

The closest thing to foreplay had been converting the pain of her ears being cut into sexual sensation, but even that had been overwritten by pain when the other ear was sawed off. Astaroth's insides were dry as a desert.

"Hmm, I don't even want to put my tongue on her, but I can't just leave it like this either.... No helping it, then."

I pulled out the custom Slamia gel stocked at the elf ranch. The small, marble-like jelly that fit in my palm was a deep vermillion. It was an aphrodisiac blending Imugilaim's raw extract with Slamia's bodily fluids, a premium product that ranked among the strongest aphrodisiacs to be sold in the marquisate.

"An elf ranch needs its drugs, after all."

Slamia gel, an essential for fucking, didn't just moisten a dry pussy; it also doubled as an aphrodisiac that sent the target into heat.

"Inserting vaginally~"

I tore open the outer layer of the Slamia gel and pushed it inside Astaroth. At first she couldn't take it in properly, but as time passed, her vaginal muscles crushed the gel on their own.

Splurt, splurt!

I'd deliberately inserted it with the torn opening facing inward, so the tighter her pussy squeezed the Slamia gel, the more the slime inside would leak out.

"NNNGGHH!!"

Astaroth let out a bizarre moan and trembled. She arched her belly upward, her back curving like a bow, and vermillion liquid peeked out from inside her, trickling down along her crotch.

"What a waste."

I raised a finger and forced the leaking Slamia gel back in. All I'd done was brush my index finger across her mound and push the liquid back inside, yet Astaroth was already thrashing as if she'd break free of the restraints.

"This won't do. Quiet!"

I spread Astaroth's slit open with both hands and took aim with my glans, then:

"Down!"

I slammed my glans into Astaroth's cervix. The Slamia gel acted as lubricant, and my cock slid smoothly inside, plunging to the deepest point in an instant.

"Ack, urgh...."

The gut-rattling impact made Astaroth's eyes roll back as she convulsed.

"Hey, you're not gonna die from just this. If you're high-level, act like it. Huh?!"

Thud, thwack. Astaroth's behavior, unbefitting of someone strong, filled me with revulsion. Since she was around my level, I knew exactly how much impact my blows were actually having on her.

"You're on the verge of five stars! You think it makes sense to crumble and give up over something like this?!"

Despite all the torture I'd inflicted, Astaroth was strong enough not to die from it. It might hurt badly enough to feel like death, but I hadn't beaten her hard enough to actually kill her.

"Where do you get off playing the victim?!"

I thrust my hips hard. Astaroth couldn't even speak, taking me in with her whole body. This was the true thrill of a Seizure Battle. The winner takes everything from the loser.

"Your right to bear offspring, I'll take it."

I didn't hold back my ejaculation. The moment I felt it building, I deliberately came inside right away.

Spurt, spurt.

"Ahhh, nice."

There was zero consideration for Astaroth in my ejaculation. Whether she was building to orgasm or not, I dumped my load as if I were jerking off into an onahole. But Sowing was still possible.

"Nngh, nnggh...."

"What? Looking expectant, are we? Why would I make you cum? What a hassle."

When I was with my women or having considerate sex, I held back my ejaculation as long as possible. So that when my partner reached the peak of orgasm, hot semen could fill her womb. I endured, held back, and delayed to deliberately climax together.

"You are 'livestock.' You're my personal tool on this ranch. You'll keep laying eggs until the count matches every elf you killed, every elf you synthesized."

[Rok Grimfang Shek x Astaroth (Prisoner): Union between Dungeon Lord and Dark Elf (Prisoner)]

[Expected Result: Astaroth (Prisoner)]

Dark Elf (☆☆, 99.12%)

Astaroth (☆☆☆☆☆☆, 0.88%)

I opened the system to check the Sowing results. Even if she was formerly a succubus, her dark elf composition was overwhelmingly dominant, so the probability was nearly guaranteed to produce nothing but dark elves. And that was only because it was me; with a regular orc, you'd just get dark elves and nothing else.

"As expected, compared to purebred elves, the odds of producing a high-grade offspring are way lower. Tch, if we implemented a livestock grading system, you'd be rock bottom."

"Nngh, hnnng...!"

Astaroth shed tears at my insults. She may have lived basking in praise while she reigned as queen of the incubi inside her own dungeon, but to us now, she was nothing more than a low-yield prisoner.

"Still, it does feel amazing in here. They say class doesn't rot; elf quality doesn't just disappear."

I leisurely slid back into the cave where semen was dripping plentifully. Like catching my breath after an intense workout, I settled into my own pace.

"Ahk, nhhng!"

"Even with the mask on, the moaning is incredible. Too loud. Let's move somewhere else."

I lifted the entire frame to which Astaroth was bound for her death by a thousand cuts. Lifting a person along with a solid piece of wood was no light load, and keeping my cock inside to prevent the semen from leaking out was a bit taxing, too.

"Well then, orcs. I'll be doing my own personal training, so you all keep fucking as you were. Oh, right. Since things have come to this, why don't I just lay it all out?"

I'd already broken the captive dark elves' will to escape by humiliating them as livestock, but I couldn't make them give up on even tightening their own pussies. I needed to give them hope that they could escape this ranch, guiding them to actively participate in Rassing.

"Ahem. Dark elves, I bring you the will of Queen Luna. You will carry orc eggs here. But you won't be simply laying eggs."

The dark elves' expressions shifted strangely. I swung Astaroth, whom I was holding, back and forth. The frame bumped against my thighs and stung a little, but every bit of that impact was transmitted to Astaroth, bound atop it.

"I intend to offer you the chance of 'reincarnation,' to be reborn, though the odds are very low. Just as this bitch, who was once an incubus, was reborn as a dark elf through synthesis, you, too, can be reborn through the eggs you lay. Oh, and anyone who finds it too unsettling and says no can just spend the rest of their life here, laying eggs."

At astronomically low odds, they could become a cocoon and be reborn on their own, or self-synthesize with their own eggs and become an elf again.

"Then... your ears would probably grow back, too. Anyone who truly wishes to become a member of our legion will be formally employed. Going from actual livestock to a legion member who plays 'livestock' games. Heheh."

I would put the elves to work as full-time ranch employees, distinct from the existing cookie elves. And this differentiation among the livestock was the true insult to Astaroth.

"Hey, why are you looking up at me with those hopeful eyes? Hmm?"

I set the frame down in the special room prepared for Astaroth. The vibration that resonated with a heavy thud rattled her entire body. The instant her vaginal muscles clamped down on my cock, Astaroth's eyes rolled back as she climaxed.

"You, listen. You're going to stay here in this position for the rest of your life. When I come down because I'm bored, I'll use you every now and then. That's right. For the rest of your life."

Astaroth's eyes wavered. In those unfocused, trembling eyes, I could sense a plea directed at me. Like desperate hands clutching at a pant leg, she gripped my cock with her vaginal muscles, the only way she could express her will.

"Hmm? You'll work hard as a subordinate of the legion? I don't think so. I told you. I'm taking everything from you."

I bucked my hips to pull my cock out. But Astaroth's desperation far exceeded my expectations. Her vaginal grip was so powerful I could barely pull out on my own.

"Your freedom to move freely. You will live the rest of your life locked up in here."

I fastened new shackles on Astaroth that I'd brought from nearby. New leather shackles, connected to the walls, were clamped onto her neck, wrists, and ankles as she lay bound on the frame.

"Your right to speak. I'll take that, too. You won't be allowed to say a word except when eating. Of course...."

Squelch. I thrust my hips forward without warning. Her pussy, which had just been tightening, quivered in surprise.

"Want me to teach you what happens if you make noise even during meals? Ever heard of an IV drip? It's where they stick a needle in your vein and pump fluids through it... Hehe, except instead of saline, I'll pump in aphrodisiac and demonic fluid. So no cussing or making noise."

I'd given the warning, but I didn't remove the mask. There was no need for conversation with Astaroth.

"And lastly... your name."

"MMMPH!!"

Astaroth began to resist violently. She had only shed tears when every other freedom was taken from her, but now she finally snapped and went berserk.

Crack!

The wooden frame shattered. Ripping free from the leather straps with the sheer strength of her arms, Astaroth raised her upper body and reached out toward me as if begging. Despite her severed tendons, the monstrous strength to shatter the frame was surely an expression of her desperate attachment to her "name."

"Oh, so taking the name is where you draw the line? Then could you let go of this? I've got other places to stick it."

I pressed my finger firmly against her lower abdomen. Astaroth, with confused eyes, alternated between clenching and releasing my cock while reading my expression.

"If you don't let go in three seconds, I'm doing it. 3, 2, 1..."

Schlurp.

Astaroth released her grip. The cock that emerged from inside her was so dark red at the tip it looked like the blood circulation had been cut off.

"Sorry, I lied."

"MMMPH?!?!"

[Notice: Would you like to take the name 'Astaroth'?]

[Expected Result]

1) Rok Grimfang Shek -> Rok.A(staroth).Grimfang Shek

2) Dungeon Ranking 63rd -> 29th

"Yes."

From the thing that was once Astaroth, I took Astaroth.