Looking around, I could see things heating up everywhere.
Even the lycanthrope who approached me earlier, upon seeing me play with Abigail, clicked his tongue and joined the others. Stealing a woman from Butcher? That's not something anyone would dare.
The way things are escalating... maybe the attack starts tomorrow.
I just follow orders, so I don't know the exact schedule or plan, but my experience tells me. The eve of war always feels like this. Normally, people abstain to conserve energy, but aliens seem to do the opposite.
As I was thinking this, teasing Abigail, I suddenly noticed her reactions were different—stiff, unlike usual.
Curious, I tapped her shoulder.
"What's wrong?"
Abigail, lying face down on the table, furrowed her brows and grabbed my finger.
"Scared."
... Huh? What's going on?
Maybe it's the atmosphere? Well, it is noisy. Some aliens are pretty rough.
Since Abigail was face down on the table, her line of sight was filled with quite the mischievous scene unfolding.
Figuring that, I flipped her over onto her back, positioning her in a normal pose on the table.
This way, all she can see is the stars, right? Maybe I'll finish once with grinding, using it as lube.
Rubbing my scorching rod against Abigail, whom I hadn't been with in a while, she opened her mouth wide and flicked her tongue. She's asking for mine.
Leaning over her, I slid my dark tongue into her mouth.
"Let's just talk like this."
Ugh, what's with this girl? Is this what elites are like beneath the surface? She's so different from my image. Way too into talking.
Reluctantly, I cradled her head, shielding her from prying eyes, and talked in rhythm with tapping her head.
The all-girls school topic came up again, and I was grilled about alien high school girls. Alien girls' schools are basically lesbian training grounds. Didn't know that, huh?
As we talked, I realized Abigail was using one hand to stroke my Butcher Lance, guiding it toward her secret place.
She slickly used my glans to stimulate her clit.
"Okay, come here."
"Mmm, nguh… mmmmm~!"
Abigail's tight flesh pot was still a bit firm, but as I thrust my hips, it quickly drew me deeper and deeper into her vaginal passage.
The sensation of entering her like this is truly irresistible.
Once my glans slips past the resistance of her vaginal opening with a plump sound, it's engulfed by countless warm, pebbly folds, a sensation like being chewed and sucked in.
With a thud, I reach the depths of her vagina. Slowly pulling back, her vaginal walls slurp along my shaft.
"Gulp, gulp… gulp, gulp."
Matching my slow movements, Abigail starts moaning softly.
"Mmm… Mph! Mph! Mph! Mngh… ahh… ♡ Hah, Mmph! Ha, mph! …Mngh! Mph! Mph! Mmph…"
She's desperately trying to muffle her voice.
Not wanting to stand out.
She's genuinely afraid of the aliens.
Of course. She's human and still sane, so she sees the aliens as incomprehensible, terrifying enemies.
Being toyed with by foreign soldiers on the battlefield—that's scary, right?
But that expression… it's really something.
Biting her knuckle, desperately holding back her voice, that pained look fuels my dark sadistic desires.
I want to melt her rationality and drive her wild with pleasure.
I quicken my hip movements.
Cruelly grinding in circular motions, increasing the stimulation to her vaginal walls.
"Mngh!? Mngh, Mngh, Mngh, Mngh, Mnguh!?"
She couldn't keep up with my sudden change in pace.
"Ahh!! Mmmm~~~… Mph! Mph! Mnghhh!!"
Swept up in her climax, I thrust deeply, finishing inside her.
"Mph, guh!? Hah… ahhhh…!!"
With each spurt of my ejaculation, "Throb, throb," her body twitched, riding out a small orgasm.
"Hic, ahh…! Ahh…! Ahh…! Ahh…! Ahh…! Ahh…"
Lately, even when it's not my timing, she manages to make me finish like this. I could hold back, but when she's craving it like this, it feels the best.
"Hoo… hoo… hoo… hoo…"
Her eyes glistening, biting her finger, her cheeks slightly relaxed as she gazes at the stars.
I can't look away from Abigail's blissful expression, satisfied as a woman, gulping down my semen after playing with my formidable manhood.
A woman who can make Butcher orgasm at will? She could claim the title of the ultimate woman. The superiority must be incredible. The true Sex Queen.
Without pulling out, I challenged the Queen to another round and was swiftly defeated.
My semen was already dripping from Abigail's vagina.
"Alright, that's enough."
The party over there is in full swing. Aliens are more animalistic than humans. Even the wild girl is finally moaning beautifully.
The aliens' manhood is diverse.
Some have sharp, prominent heads. Others are unusually swollen, lacking a head. Some are covered in round bumps. Tiny ones with worm-like tendrils wriggling from the tip. Double-headed ones. Metallic ones. Ones pulsing fiercely up and down. Ones with something writhing under the skin.
They take turns with those cosmic phalluses, thrusting into every hole of the wild girl, playing together. She's crying tears of joy. Looks fun. I want to join.
Abigail should enjoy that penis amusement park too. A rare opportunity.
I wonder how you'll moan over there. But in the end, you'll realize mine's the best. Absolutely. My conquest is that intense.
Thick, long, hard, hot. And the endless thrusting, the semen endlessly swelling the womb. Simple is best. This is orthodox, relentless sex.
Imagining Abigail, violated to a pulp by the aliens, breathless, her vagina and womb filled with their weak semen, my violent head purging it, cleansing her with fresh, bestial cum—just thinking about it makes me stir.
At that moment, you'll moan the most today, gasping in delight.
Admitting I'm the best. Begging for more, more, more.
Maybe… you'll even say you don't want anyone else but me.
What… what should I do? Just imagining it tightens my chest.
"Mgh…!"
Abigail's hips jerked. My little guy seems to have swollen with anticipation.