I pulled back and drove in again.
And again.
And again.
Each thrust was a full withdrawal and reentry, the twelve inches sliding out until only the tip remained inside, then slamming back in to the hilt.
The wet, sharp sounds of impact filled the clearing — flesh against gelatin, gelatin against flesh, the collision producing a percussive rhythm that echoed off the cliff face.
Tentacles emerged from my serpentine body.
Two of them, thick and warm, snaked forward and wrapped around Sii’s breasts, squeezing, the tendrils coiling around the full mounds and compressing them until the flesh bulged between the gaps.
The nipples — pink, stiff, engorged — were pinched between the tendril tips, tugged with each thrust, the stimulation sending fresh waves of pleasure through Sii’s nervous system.
“MASTER —!
Ahn — ahn — the ridges — they are — every time you move — I can feel them rubbing against — against my — inside — I—”
Her tongue was out.
Hanging from the corner of her mouth, saliva dripping in long, silvery threads that caught the moonlight.
Her eyes were half-closed, rolling back with each thrust, the blue irises disappearing beneath fluttering lids.
Her hands — freed from the robe — had found her own breasts, mashing them together, kneading the soft tissue, her fingers sinking into the pale flesh, pulling at her own nipples in a rhythm that matched my thrusts.
Her thoughts, flooding through the bio-absorption link, were dissolving into fragments.
‘Master — inside me — so deep — the ridges — rubbing — every part of me — I can feel him in my stomach — in my womb — I — I am — I am being — destroyed — ruined — and I — I love it — I love —’
“MASTER — harder — please — harder — fuck me harder — my body — use my body — eat me — have me — I am yours — I am your vessel — your toy — your—”
「Devotion metric: Subject ‘Sii’ — 78% and rising.
Threshold approaching.」
I created another cock.
The second organ emerged from my body, slightly thinner than the first, positioned lower, pressing against the entrance to her ass.
The tip pushed against the tight ring of muscle, and Sii’s eyes flew open.
“Wait — Master — not — not there too — I cannot take — both —”
I pushed.
The second cock slid into her ass, the tight canal resisting briefly before yielding, the walls parting around the ridged surface.
Sii’s mouth opened in a silent scream — then sound returned, a long, shuddering wail that echoed through the trees and sent a flock of night birds screaming from the canopy.
“AAAAAHHHHH —!!
Both — both inside me — at the same time — I — I am being — I am —”
「Devotion metric: Subject ‘Sii’ — 84%.」
I fucked her.
Harder.
Both cocks moving in alternating rhythm — one in, one out, the constant, continuous penetration keeping her body in perpetual motion.
Her breasts swung with each impact, the heavy mounds swaying, the nipples dragging against the tendrils that gripped them.
Her hands abandoned her own chest and gripped the log beneath her, fingers clawing into the bark, her knuckles white.
Pah Pah PAH!
Plap Plap PLAP!
Squelch.
Squelch.
SQUELCH!
“HAHN — HAHN — HAAANGH —!
Master — Master — I — I cannot — it is too much — both — the ridges — the — I am going to — I am —”
I leaned forward.
My serpentine body curved, and from my torso, two additional tendrils emerged, each one terminating in a mouth-shaped opening — a feature I had developed using the sensory mimicry trait, replicating the structure of a human mouth complete with a gelatinous tongue.
These mouths descended on Sii’s breasts, closing around the nipples, sucking, the tongues swirling over the stiff peaks with a wet, rhythmic pressure.
Sii shattered.
“HIIIEEE —!!”
Her body convulsed.
Her back arched so violently that her shoulders lifted off the log, her breasts pulling free from the mouth-tendrils with a wet ‘pop’.
Her pussy clenched around my cock — both channels tightening, the walls contracting in rhythmic waves, her entire body seizing with the force of an orgasm that hit her like a physical blow.
Fluid erupted.
A spray, a geyser, clear and shimmering, arcing from her pussy around the shaft of my cock, soaking the log, soaking my body, soaking the ground beneath us.
I pulled out.
Both cocks withdrew simultaneously, and the sudden emptiness sent another spasm through her body, another rush of fluid, another ragged, broken scream.
“MASTER —!!
Aaaaahhhhh —!!”
She collapsed.
Her body went limp against the log, her arms falling to her sides, her legs still spread, her pussy and ass both clenching around nothing, the aftershocks running through her muscles in visible waves.
Her eyes were rolled back, the blue irises gone, only white visible.
Her mouth was open, her tongue hanging out, saliva pooling on the log beneath her cheek.
Tears ran from the corners of her eyes — not from pain, not from sadness, but from the sheer, overwhelming intensity of sensation that her body could not contain.
「Devotion metric: Subject ‘Sii’ — 91%.
Note: Devotion threshold exceeded.
Subject is now considered fully bonded to Host.」
I looked at her.
Trembling.
Broken.
Beautiful in her submission, in the complete surrender of her body and mind to a being she believed was her god.
‘I really need a better vessel’, I thought.
‘Human women are too weak.’
The thought was clinical, detached, analytical.
Sii was a three-star mage — competent, powerful by human standards, but her body had limits.
Physical limits.
The kind of limits that monster women did not have.
In the original story, the protagonist had been surrounded by monster girls — oni, elves, demons, dragons — beings whose bodies were designed to handle immense magical and physical strain, whose stamina and durability far exceeded human norms.
Sii was human.
Her body could only take so much before it broke.
I needed monster women.
That was the simple truth of it.
But for now, I needed rest.
I bounced forward, my body contracting, my transformed state dissolving back into my default slime form — small, round, blue, translucent.
I approached Sii’s prone body, her legs still spread, her pussy still leaking, her consciousness flickering in and out.
I pushed against her pussy.
My small, round body slid into her channel — still wet, still warm, the walls loose and relaxed from the orgasm.
I moved deeper, past the cervix, into her womb.
She cried out — a small, broken whimper, her body twitching as I settled inside her, my form nestling into the warm, soft space of her womb.
Already sensitive from the orgasm, every movement of my body sent tiny aftershocks through her nervous system, and her walls contracted around me reflexively, cradling me, holding me.
The warmth was immediate.
enveloping.
Safe.
I closed my eyes — metaphorically — and slept.
“Master.
Master, come out.
We need to leave.”
The voice pulled me from sleep.
Sii’s voice, gentle but urgent, transmitted through the walls of her womb and into my consciousness.
I could feel her heartbeat — steady now, recovered, the rhythm of a body that had rested and healed.
I also felt what she was feeling.
A presence.
Multiple presences, approaching through the forest, their magicule signatures faint but distinct — low-level creatures, moving in a group, heading toward the cave.
I emerged.
Sliding out of Sii’s womb, through her canal, dropping to the stone floor with a soft ‘splorch’.
She had dressed — her mage’s robe back on, staff in hand, her hair pulled back, her expression composed.
She looked like a woman who had her world thoroughly rearranged the night before and had decided to simply accept it.
“Presences,” I said.
“I feel them.
Coming from the northeast.
Small creatures, moving in a pack.”
“Goblins,” Sii said, her eyes narrowing.
“A raiding party, perhaps.
Drawn by the magicule density.”
“Or something else.”