Chapter 88

Her slick inner walls clenched around his penis as though trying to make him come. Dezeb gently stroked her trembling body, penetrated simultaneously by both tentacle and penis.

Her soft lower abdomen bulged. He covered the rounded swell with his palm as it dipped slightly, then rose again, and slowly pistoned into her. The sensation of her walls biting and sucking beneath his hand made the back of his skull ache.

Dezeb extended his tongue and licked his wet lips.

He moved very slowly.

Erabelle threw back her head, her entire body rigid, and babbled something. He lowered himself over her and listened.

“Hmm? Slower?”

Erabelle violently shook her head and wrapped both arms tightly around his torn neck, where tentacles protruded in several places.

“Ahhh... p-please....”

Continuing to thrust slowly, Dezeb studied her face. Then he stopped altogether, remaining buried inside her. Erabelle burst into tears.

“D-Dezeb... wh-what did I do wrong?”

Dezeb tilted his head and kissed Erabelle’s lips to silence yet another pointless remark.

“You want it faster?”

He kissed the corners of her eyes, which looked aggrieved that he kept asking, then slowly licked away the tears running down her cheeks.

He kissed her softly again and again before beginning to drive his hips into her. He held her convulsing body tightly in both arms, pressing his flat, muscular stomach against her bulging abdomen and pulling her even closer.

“Erabelle.”

“Ah! Ah!! Ahhh...!!”

Erabelle clung to his neck and panted, holding him as tightly as he held her.

Dezeb buried his nose against the nape of her neck, pressed her hips firmly down, and came. Fluid streamed from between her openings.

“......!!”

He locked both arms around her small, writhing body and began pounding into the clenched walls of her vagina. Erabelle’s fingers repeatedly curled and spread against him.

Slap, slap. Thud—thud, thud....

His dark red penis rapidly thrust between the tightly clasped walls. Thick semen and tar-black slime ran between Erabelle’s spread thighs and dripped down to his testicles.

“Ah...!”

Her body contracted in his arms as she drew a sharp breath, sucking on his penis as though trying to pull it out of him.

He lifted Erabelle and seated her on his thighs. Spreading his own legs, he forced hers even farther apart, pulling her down each time he thrust upward.

“——!!”

Erabelle’s eyes flew wide as she trembled violently. Her whole body was sucking at his penis.

She truly wasn’t disgusted at all....

He wrapped his forked tongue around her small, rounded one and sucked before sweeping deep inside her mouth. When he pressed firmly against where they were joined, Erabelle began grinding her hips against him of her own accord. He lowered an arm, gripped her twitching buttocks, and kneaded them gently.

“Since we’ve already made some progress, why don’t we go a little further?”

“...What?”

Waiting for her vision to clear, he played with her small anus. A tentacle crawled up Erabelle’s thigh. As it spread her anal opening, her eyes, which had only just begun to regain focus, widened enormously.

“Yes. Keep looking at me just like that.”

A tentacle as thick as his penis was spreading her rear opening.

“N-no... no....”

Erabelle trembled, her face turning white. He patted her bottom and spread her wider to make insertion easier. As the tentacle entered her bowel little by little, she could barely breathe.

“N-no...!”

“It’s all inside.”

Whispering the gentle lie, he carefully laid Erabelle down again.

“P-please... spare... sp—”

“All right.”

It was about time she started saying that.

His hand stroked and patted her round, swollen abdomen. The last inch remaining outside her rear opening thrust all the way in.

Erabelle shook as though having a seizure.

But her body, softened by semen and other fluids, sucked greedily at all three appendages buried in her two openings as though they tasted delicious.

She looked beautiful.

Her flushed skin, the tears clinging to her lashes, even the saliva spilling between her teeth as she drew sharp, strangled breaths.

“Very.”

More than a dozen tentacles climbed over Erabelle’s body and fastened themselves to her. Suckers latched onto her nipples and clitoris.

“You’re very beautiful, Erabelle.”

The densely clustered suckers began drawing on her nipples and clitoris simultaneously.

“Ah—!!”

Erabelle’s body arched backward. Her eyes and mouth opened wide as she shook uncontrollably.

He wrapped more tentacles around her body and pulled her down. Her legs were spread completely apart, her body pinned so firmly that she could not move as he began pounding into her. He pressed down on her hips, drove himself in to the base, withdrew until only the head remained, then thrust inside again.

His downward gaze was dark.

Veins stood out across the hand gripping the side of her distended waist, and the muscles of his thighs swelled thickly. He stared at where they were joined and at her rounded abdomen, which repeatedly rose and fell, as he drove his hips upward.

The tentacle inside her bowel pressed against her vaginal walls. The narrowed passage spasmed, every pleasure point crushed merely by the presence of his penis. With him pumping into her in that state, clear liquid kept spilling from Erabelle.

Transparent fluid leaked steadily from her loosened urethra. She was drenched in every kind of bodily fluid from her vaginal opening to her anus. The obscene wetness pouring from her helped ease the overwhelming penetration.

A tingling sensation climbed from his tailbone and raced up his spine.

Erabelle could no longer moan properly. Only choking sounds escaped her as the whites of her eyes showed.

Yet her wet folds licked his sensitive penis like hundreds of tiny tongues.

“...This is all your fault.”

Dezeb grinned savagely. Gripping her waist with his veined hand, he quickened his pace, pressed her buttocks firmly down, and began pounding into her again.

“All your fault, when you can’t even take responsibility.”

Erabelle’s body was burning hot after being made to climax so many times. Groaning as he thrust upward, Dezeb pushed aside one of the suckers attached to her nipple, bent over her, and caught it in his mouth. His forked tongue crushed the little nipple, pressing and rubbing it against the roof of his mouth as he sucked hard.

He continued driving into her from below while listening to the small heart beneath the breast in his mouth pound as though it might burst.

That little birdlike heart was so precious he could hardly bear it.

He groaned again and came for a long time.

Then, catching his ragged breath, he tenderly stroked Erabelle’s cheek. He wiped away her cold sweat and tears, lowered his hand, and gently caressed her waist as she clenched her teeth and drooled.

When he slowly rubbed her lower abdomen, which still bulged with the volume inside her, Erabelle’s body jerked.

“P-please... spare me....”

“I said I would.”

He dismissed the plea and rubbed her lower abdomen again. Her entire body flushed red as though a light had been switched on, and she began sobbing.

“Erabelle.”

“...Yes?”

“Tell me you love me.”

“...Excuse me?”

She looked as though she had been struck by lightning.

“Tell me you love me, and I’ll let you go.”

He spoke while slowly stroking her lower abdomen. Erabelle answered immediately.

“I-I love you, Division Commander!”

“That sounded like an Armed Forces Day slogan. And you still haven’t even returned to duty.”

“...I-I’ll be returning soon.... I have eighty points now....”

“You have seventy-nine.”

“.......”

Apparently at a loss for words, Erabelle stared into the distance. When he continued stroking her lower abdomen and began moving his hips again, she sobbed and offered an excuse.

“I-I was briefly m-mistaken....”

“How can you be mistaken when you always score seventy-nine?”

She squeezed her eyes shut and cried, whimpering through clenched teeth.

She was unbearably adorable.

Dezeb grinned and brought his lips close, signaling for her to kiss him. Quick to understand, Erabelle repeatedly pressed her lips to his. There was a strong note of pleading in it, as though begging him to show mercy just this once.

When he tangled his tongue deeply with hers and appeared ready to begin again, Erabelle hiccupped and sobbed.

“What? You asked me to do it.”

He wondered if she realized that her breathlessness from crying was making her insides clench around him as though urging him on.

“I-it feels like I ordered one serving and received a hundred—”

Dezeb buried his nose against the nape of her neck and chuckled.

“Are you comparing me to food delivery?”

“N-no—ahhh!”

Even though he pistoned into her gently, Erabelle cried as though her pleasure points were being excavated. The semen he had spilled inside her squelched slowly, seeming to sear her nerves.

Dezeb wiped the sweat from her forehead and moved as gently as he possibly could. His own mind felt as though it were melting, and he found her situation deeply pitiable.

“Ahhh....”

“If you want me to stop, try waving your hand again.”

Erabelle abruptly came to her senses and waved her hand frantically. But when he chuckled and buried his face against her neck again, she sobbed as though giving up and wrapped her arms around him once more.

Around him, when he had still not completely regained human form....

“.......”

Dezeb gave a soft groan.

“...I’ll be satisfied with this.”

He could hardly endure it. He wanted more and more, and if he could not possess her completely, he would rather swallow her alive and take all of her into himself.

The god from another realm tried to persuade himself with the small warmth held in his arms.

This much could be enough....