—Abigail, Mukō, Asobi, Iku—
Abigail gasped, her eyes blank and distant. For a moment, she tilted her head in confusion at my words, then quickly hardened her expression and shook her head.
She bit my shoulder sharply.
—I'm Not Going—
Such a rare opportunity. If this expedition ends like this, I might never have another chance to be held by someone so beautiful. After this, it'll just be me—ugly, pathetic me.
Besides, I think it'd be a valuable life experience to taste an alien man.
Their astonishing penises—once we escape this facility, I'll never see them again. When we get back, I'll brag to everyone at Fort. It'll be the talk of the girls' night. The sense of superiority would be incredible.
If I reviewed each one carefully, I could even write a book about it.
*The Complete Guide to Alien Penises*—by Abigail.
Hmm. I'd love to read that. How would you introduce my son? As the author's favorite? I'd want a passionate feature, showcasing the editor's dedication!
I tapped Abigail's head with my finger, flattering her.
—Everyone's Cool, Abigail's Pretty, Oni-ai, I'm Ugly—
Her expression froze as she glared back at me.
She looks like a soldier who turned around on the battlefield only to see the head of the comrade behind her blown off. Why's she so shocked?
She stared at me without blinking… Did she realize? That what she's sucking on right now is Butcher. I'm not wearing a paper bag over my head anymore.
After a moment of stunned silence, I pushed her further.
—Go Ahead, It's Okay, I Won't Get Mad—
—I'm Not Going—
Stubborn, huh…
As I gazed down at her, half exasperated, Abigail clung to my neck and whispered into my ear.
"—Gevaudan isn't ugly—"
Her whisper was like a bird's song.
Such careless words… Beastkin have excellent hearing. It's been common knowledge since I was a soldier. You know that too. Sure, things are chaotic right now, but—
"—I want you. I don't want anyone else. So… come?—"
Abigail wrapped her long legs around my waist, pulling me closer with her heels.
In her clouded eyes, I saw a small flame of desire.
My rationality crumbled easily before her indecent invitation.
I pushed her onto the table, thrusting my burning core deep inside her.
Abigail lifted her hips, welcoming me.
"—Huuu… huuu… huuu… fgit!? Guh, ahh!"
With a *plyun* sensation, I felt myself pierce her center, and beyond it was eternal summer.
"—Ngh… nyahh! Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh!"
A brutal storm of thrusts, devoid of any tenderness. Abigail's cries, almost like screams, matched my frantic rhythm.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh! Je, vo—dan! Ahh! Deh, yo, ohh, ahh!"
It was human speech, but no different from the mating cries of a beast in heat. Probably no one nearby could make out the words, especially in the darkness of this ugly beast's coupling. Who'd pay attention to that?
So, I didn't hold back. I indulged in the sound of Abigail's voice, seeping into my brain.
"Guuh… i… it's… sho, ni! Ahh, ahh, guh… nige, yo, ahh!? Ugh, guh! … Uh, ahh! Da, me! Damee! Yukku, ri! Je, vo—daaah! —Ngh, ngh, ngh, ngh, ngh, nguuh!? —Aaa… gih! —Uu, ahh, ahh! Ahh, ahh! Ata, ma—yage, chaa! —Ahh!"
It's okay. Let's escape this hell together. You too, darling.
But no running away. I won't run. Just escape.
I'll crush the aliens, your allies—all of them, like swatting flies, staining the ground with their remains.
"Iih—it's… guh… —h! Dan… me! —Nyaah! … Aa♡ … Aaa, aaaaahhhh—h!♡"
Under the night sky, in the corner of the firelight, I thoroughly ravished Abigail.
I dragged her off the table, tore off her robe, crushed her naked body, and spilled my seed freely. Then, I pulled her into the darkness, where I took her again and again, never pulling out, until her voice grew hoarse. Like lovers parting on the eve of war, I etched my existence into her body.
In the shadow cast by my towering frame, Abigail, her brow furrowed, eyes closed, mouth twisted, writhed and moaned in ecstasy.
Pinned beneath me, she dug her claws into my back and bit my shoulder.
I forcefully pulled her off, pressed her white shoulders into the dirt with both hands, and thrust my hips brutally.
Abigail's supple body arched.
"Igiit! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!"
As her breasts bounced with each fierce thrust, I lapped at them with my dark tongue, savoring the taste of her sweat. Soon, her pheromones sent my brain into a frenzy.
With a growl, I thrust my hips, delivering the final blow, and unleashed my raging beastly desire deep into her womb.
The first shot was so powerful I heard a phantom *thud!*
"—Ahh, guh! —Aaa… aa… aaa… nyaa♡ Aa, aaa♡ —Aaa—♡"
Each time I pinned Abigail down, pumping my seed strongly—*dok! dok!*—her walls sucked my cock from base to tip, sending waves of pleasure from my hips to my core.
My shaft twitched, her belly swelling. Then, the contractions from her core licked my veins, and I spilled my seed again. Both of us rigid, yet unseen from the outside, our mucous membranes exchanged fervent caresses.
Soon, numbness crept up my neck, and my jaw slackened.
Watching me, her face lit with clear delight.
Wanting to leave my seed deep within her, I pressed hard against her pelvis.
"Nghii—h! Hit, guh—h!"
Her counter was a suction so powerful I'd never felt before.
In the overwhelming pleasure of sinking into Abigail, I collapsed on top of her, spilling my scorching seed.
"~~~~~~~~~h!"
Beneath me, Abigail's jaw quivered, her silent scream piercing the night sky.
She slumped, lifeless.
—Once more.
Just once more, this coupling.
My sex wasn't over.
Abigail invited me. No complaints. I'll make her endure it all.
"—Haa… ah!? Aa!? Guh… ahh!? Mo, re—h!? Mo… mo, shi… shiin—jaaah—tasu… da, me—"
—Abigail, Sorry, Forgive Me—
"Go, me—go, meh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh! Go, meh—yuru, ji, ahh, i, guh—it, gi—♡"
No need to change positions. I continued to take Abigail in the missionary position.
—Tomorrow, Battle, I'll Go—
"Ahh♡ Ahh♡ Ahh♡ Ngh, je, vo, da, aah! I, ya! Kae, tte, gi, ahh! Ze, tta, i!"
—Absolutely, I'll Return, It's Okay—
"Ze, tta, i! Ze, tta, i! It, tshoni, aaaahhhh—… de, ru, no! De, tsu! De, tsu! Ze—i—!"
—Let's Go—
"Ahh!? U, nyaaaahhh—♡"
How many times did I take Abigail? Eventually, the frenzy ended.
Carrying her limp body back to the carriage, I found the Sauvage girl, equally limp, covered in filth.
In her eyes, coated in someone else's semen, the flames of lust still burned. They weren't enough for her.
Occasionally, I give my women to the aliens, only for them to return unsatisfied, their pathetic, longing gazes fixed on me. It fills me with a twisted satisfaction.
—Decided.
Might as well enjoy this trip. Let's go wild until morning. The Sauvage girl, Abigail—let's have fun together.
On a makeshift bed, I stacked their lifeless bodies, creating a perfect sexual nest. Trembling at its perfection, I thoroughly defiled them both until morning.