Every part of me was a cock.
Every surface, every texture, every ridge and nodule and protrusion was designed for pleasure — my pleasure, her pleasure, the optimization of sensation through biological engineering.
The Pleasure Response Integration trait allowed me to feel, through my entire body, the same sensations that a human male would feel through a penis.
Every inch of my form was erogenous.
Every point of contact with Sii’s internal walls sent waves of pleasure through my consciousness.
It was intoxicating.
It was overwhelming.
It was the closest thing to a human body I had experienced since my transmigration, and I was savoring every moment of it.
I looked at Elen again.
She was still behind the tree.
Her hands were trembling — not from fear anymore, or not only from fear.
She had touched the trunk.
The trunk that I had coated, earlier that evening, with a thin layer of synthesized compound — an aphrodisiac, derived from the same forest herbs I had used for healing, processed and concentrated through my bio-absorption abilities.
The compound was absorbed through skin contact.
Slow-acting.
Subtle.
It did not force arousal — it enhanced what was already there, amplifying the body’s natural responses, lowering inhibitions, making every sensation feel more intense, more immediate, more impossible to ignore.
Elen’s leg buckled.
I watched — through the bio-absorption link, through my sensory awareness — as her knee gave out and she slid down the trunk, landing in a heap at the base of the tree.
Her breathing was rapid, shallow, ragged.
Her hands were shaking.
Her thighs were pressed together, clenching, releasing, clenching again.
I chuckled.
The sound was a vibration that traveled through my body and into Sii, who felt it as a deep, resonant hum inside her pussy and her ass simultaneously, and her back arched so hard that her shoulder blades pressed together.
“HAAAH —!
Master — what — what was that — it vibrated — inside me — I—”
I slapped her ass.
The impact was sharp, wet, my gelatinous surface striking her flesh with a sound like a hand hitting wet clay.
‘Smack.’
Sii screamed.
Not in pain — the sensation was pleasure amplified, the bio-absorption link translating the impact into a burst of endorphins that cascaded through her nervous system.
Her body jolted, her walls clenching around both my cocks, her pussy gushing fresh fluid that ran down her thighs.
Pah.
Pah.
Pah.
Pah.
PAH!
I pumped harder.
Faster.
My serpentine form drove into her with a force that made the tree shake, leaves falling from the branches above, the trunk creaking under the rhythmic impact.
My tendrils gripped her waist, pulling her back onto me with each thrust, ensuring maximum depth, maximum contact, maximum friction.
“AHN — AHN — AHN —!
Master — I cannot — I am going to — I —”
I wrapped a tendril around her neck.
Not tight — not choking — just present, a collar of warm gel that pressed against her throat, a constant, inescapable reminder of my control.
Another tendril coiled around her left breast, squeezing, the nipple compressed between two ridges of my body, the friction sending sparks of sensation through her nervous system.
Her mouth was stuffed.
A mass of my body, shaped into a ball, pressed between her lips, gagging her, muffling the sounds.
Her saliva coated it, running down her chin, dripping onto her chest.
Her pussy was stuffed.
My cock filled her completely, the ridged surface pressing against every wall, every fold, every nerve cluster.
Fluid leaked around the shaft, dripping in steady drops that caught the moonlight.
Her ass was stuffed.
The second cock, slightly thinner, moved in counterpoint to the first — in when the first was out, out when the first was in — a alternating rhythm that kept her body in constant motion, constant tension, never allowing her to adjust to one sensation before the next one hit.
‘Master — Master — Master —’ Her internal thoughts were a loop, a prayer, a mantra of submission and pleasure and the overwhelming, annihilating realization that her body was no longer her own.
Her eyes rolled.
Her back arched.
Her whole body seized.
I pulled out.
Both cocks withdrew simultaneously — a sudden, complete evacuation that left her channels empty, clenching, spasming around nothing.
The abrupt withdrawal, combined with the bio-absorption link’s amplification, sent her over the edge.
“AAAAAHHHH —!!”
Sii screamed through her gag, her body convulsing, her back arching so violently that her shoulders lifted off the tree.
Fluid erupted from her pussy — not a trickle, not a gush, but a spray, a rainbow-shaped arc of clear, shimmering liquid that caught the moonlight and scattered it into prismatic fragments.
It sprayed across the ground, across the tree roots, across my body as I released her and bounced away.
Her orgasm lasted ten seconds.
Fifteen.
Twenty.
Her body twitched and jerked, her bound hands clenching, her legs giving out, her form sliding down the tree trunk until she lay at its base, trembling, her thighs still apart, her pussy still clenching rhythmically around nothing, her eyes rolled back, her mouth open around the gag I had left inside.
“Mmmph — mmmm —” The sound was barely human.
A whimper.
A leftover moan, the dying echo of an orgasm that had temporarily erased her capacity for coherent thought.
I bounced away from her.
My body was coated in her fluids — the bio-absorption link had collected everything, and the system was already processing the data.
「Female arousal fluid absorbed.
Compound type: Orgasmic release.
Properties: High magical energy content, regenerative, aphrodisiac trace elements.
Stored.」
I bounced toward the tree.
The tree where Elen had been hiding.
The tree where I had placed the aphrodisiac compound.
The tree where Elen had fallen, her leg limp, her body trembling, her breathing ragged.
I arrived at the base of the tree.
Looked down.
A small puddle on the grass.
Clear.
Shimmering.
Fresh.
「Fluid detected.
Analysis: Female arousal fluid.
Source: Subject identified as ‘Elen.’ Volume: Significant.
Subject is in a state of heightened arousal and compromised motor function.」
I looked at the puddle.
I looked at the tree.
I looked in the direction of the sounds of Elen’s breathing — rapid, shallow, desperate — coming from the shadows on the far side of the trunk.
「I am the best.」 the system said, or perhaps I said it — the line between my thoughts and the system’s voice had blurred somewhere in the last hour, and I was no longer entirely certain where I ended and Raphael began.
I bounced.
Toward the breathing.
Toward the princess who had seen too much and touched the wrong tree and was now lying in the dark, her body burning, her mind racing, her thighs pressed together in a futile attempt to contain the fire that I had lit.
‘My next target is ready.’