Abigail's vagina tightened with a sharp squeeze.
Before I could even leave the dungeon, Abigail unexpectedly arrived, just as I had returned from receiving something—probably another spider—from Titania via mouth-to-mouth transfer.
I enjoyed her service for a while, reporting on my progress, and as I prepared to penetrate her, I pushed her into the corner of the cell.
This created a position where we were hidden from view, and I showed her the wriggling "something" in my mouth.
Abigail's face stiffened, and her vagina clenched tightly.
I still don't know what's in my mouth. What did she see in there?
This time, the "Number Three Squad" (?) is incredibly ticklish.
They constantly squirm in my mouth, and something long and thin keeps tickling the inside of my cheeks.
And the amount of "something" is overwhelming. It's a constant tickle, tickle, tickle inside my mouth.
Number Two Mini Tarantula was so much calmer…
—It's like a bunch of crickets.
Abigail's cheeks twitched, and she blinked rapidly, telling me that.
I see, a bunch of crickets? That's gross. Yeah.
Crickets are like the worst parts of cockroaches and grasshoppers combined.
I wish I hadn't asked…
With a resigned expression, I closed my mouth and thrust into Abigail.
Slow and shallow, I savored her vagina.
"Ah… hmm ♡ …hah… ha, aah! …mgh! I'm… ♡"
Now, even when I thrust into her, she only lets out a melting voice.
By stimulating her vagina like this, she flushes, exhales sweetly, and her voice changes, conveying her pleasure to me.
She actively moves her hips in sync with my movements, writhing her heated body to rub against her favorite spots.
"Ngh! Th-there… ah, aah ♡ nngh—!? Agh—!!"
It's like the time she cried when I made her drink my semen is a distant memory.
This is the first woman who welcomes me while staying sane and even greedily seeks pleasure herself.
"———!! …Ah, hah… hah… hah… hah… ah! Mmm, ah, ah, aah ♡ ah, aah ♡ aah ♡"
She thrusts her ample breasts toward me, even smiling faintly. It's not an act—she's genuinely feeling it. Her face shows a woman's intense pleasure.
What a woman. I'll be reluctant to let her go after we escape.
Without thinking, I extend my tongue and lick her offered breast.
I see a few small bugs crawl out of my mouth and then retreat back inside. Ah, crickets.
With her butt raised in the corner, I hold Abigail in a welcoming position and mount her. This position, sandwiched between the bars and the mirror in this tightly monitored cell, creates a temporary, intimate space just for us.
It's a steamy sanctuary filled with the scent of male and female arousal. No one can spy on our lover-like acts.
"Mmmah ♡"
The white swell yields, warping under the pressure of my tongue.
Pressing my dark tongue against it, I move along the smooth curve of her breast. The ridge my tongue creates greedily roams her breast, and her voice changes in response.
"Fahh… ♡ ah, aah ♡"
I still haven't touched the nipple. Teasing her makes her happier.
Abigail's clear voice, responding to my caresses, fills our small sanctuary with various tones, like playing a sacred instrument. It makes me feel good.
Her heated honey pot is already soaking her lower abdomen with love juice. It's so slippery and pleasurable, no matter how I move.
After enjoying Abigail's performance enough, I press my tongue against her nipple.
The moment the nipple is crushed, her voice changes sharply.
"Ngh!? Hiah ♡ aaaaaaaahhhh—!!"
Abigail loves her breasts. Being penetrated while her nipples are teased makes her body jerk and climax. So lewd.
Her tight vaginal folds spasm, the ripples licking up my shaft from bottom to top.
No need to move my hips now. Just thrust deep inside, and she'll guide me.
Her rough vaginal walls delicately stroke my shaft. Her lewd movements accelerate as they sense my throbbing—
"Hah… hah… hah… hah—guh!!"
As I stay still, I feel a bursting heat in my head.
The first burst of animal lust is drawn out of my penis.
"Ahn ♡ aah—! Ngh, ugh… mgh…!!"
When Abigail urges me to climax like this, there's a unique ecstasy, different from ejaculating into a woman's womb.
It's like the relief of wetting myself beyond control, an unstoppable ejaculation.
Seeing Abigail's flushed face as she endures my orgasm, I feel an indescribable euphoria while filling her womb.
I continue ejaculating, thrusting deep into her vagina.
"Fguh ♡!! ———!! ———!! —nnahhhh—!!"
The prolonged ejaculation, squirting again and again, creates a sensation no human man could ever experience.
The semi-solid stream rampages in her vagina, rubbing against every erogenous zone inside and out—the ultimate pleasure.
So until my long ejaculation ends, Abigail's vaginal climax doesn't stop either.
"Hah… hah… hah… hah…"
Eventually, the white fluid overflows from her flesh pot, dripping down her lower abdomen, stomach, and breasts in a gooey mess.
As her superior, I maintain my dignity, not just letting her enjoy the climax. Even as I thrust, I keep teasing her nipples with my tongue, mixing our fluids.
Finally, the rough conquest ends.
Abigail's limp mouth moves weakly.
Forgetting about the Number Three Squad in my mouth, I eagerly thrust my tongue into hers.
Then, I notice a couple of crickets crawl down from my mouth and jump onto Abigail's face.
They cling to her cheek, then burrow into her golden hair. Lost in intense pleasure, Abigail doesn't seem to notice.
Soon, she chews on my tongue.
—Come, deeper.
Abigail now resists nothing, accepting all of me.
She even actively asks for more.
I feel a tightening sensation in my throat, a constriction I always feel when she welcomes me like this.
Though I've finished ejaculating, blood flows into my beast root, making it swell even more. Abigail must feel the fierce presence inside her.
Her expression twists with anticipation and tension. Watching her, I press my weight onto her hips.
"Aah… aah…"
I'm about to skewer her. Just then, an annoying command enters my mind.
—Do it in front of the mirror.
An order. Unusual.
Lately, my actions are rarely criticized.
"—Hmm…"
Noticing I've stopped, Abigail looks up at me with a longing, dissatisfied expression. She silently pleads, pressing her heels against my waist.
Suppressing my explosive lust, I retract my tongue and stand up, leaving Abigail behind.
"Mnah ♡"
With a wet *suck*, my red-black, burning beast root is pulled out, splattering her. Abigail lets out a cute cry.
I glare at the mirror.
Is someone watching today? The perverted fox woman?
I think briefly, but there's no way to know. Grabbing Abigail's arm, I drag her roughly in front of the mirror, true to my butcher nature.
Her legs give way, and she can't stand, silently sending me anxious glances at my sudden change.
Forcing Abigail to stand, I push her against the mirror from behind.
Her waist, optimized for a man's grip, is held firmly in my hands.
I tested this mirror recently—it's incredibly sturdy. Why did it break so easily with the elf girl? Still a mystery. I haven't told Abigail about this. I'll mention it later.
I place my hot, throbbing rod carelessly on her spotless, peachy buttocks.
Her butt is smooth, like a freshly peeled boiled egg.
I rub the ridge of my shaft against her buttocks, then slide my glistening head along her crack.
At the sensation, Abigail tenses, resting her hands on the mirror and lowering her head.
Maybe it's time to develop her back entrance.
Thinking this, I stare at her anus and thrust into her in one swift motion.
"—Guah!?"
From the rough, long-awaited penetration, Abigail's heels lift, and she lets out a pained cry.
I press the tip of my Butcher Lance into her vaginal depths and push, opening her cervix with a *plop*. It happens in one stroke.
"Ngh!? —Ahh!! …So fu… nnahhhhhhhhhh—!!"
This might be her first time being penetrated from behind like this.
In the mirror, her eyes sparkle with stars.
—*Smack*!!
"Ahh!! Ugh—!!"
Without pause, I slap Abigail's ample buttocks hard. They jiggle, and the cold flesh presses against my groin in response.
With my hips free to move, my thrusts are more relentless than usual.
The dry slaps of her buttocks and the wet sounds of friction fill the cell.
"—Ih, ahh!! Hah, ngh!! —Nahh!! Ahh!! Aahh!! Aahh!!"
From behind, I can clearly see her labia tightly gripping my thick shaft, beautifully without any folding. So, even a beauty like Abigail has a pretty "lower mouth." Such an honest thought crosses my mind.
Developing her back entrance is usually done in this standing position, teasing her anus with my tongue or slowly inserting it, but today, with the Number Three Squad in my mouth and the mirror restricting my tongue, it's frustrating.
"—Huff!! Huff!! Huff!! Huff!! Huff!!"
Abigail's breathing grows heated and frantic.
In the normal position, she'd bite my shoulder or chew on my tongue to endure, but in this standing position, those usual relaxation methods are sealed off.
Her brow furrows deeply, teeth clenched as she gasps for breath.
Her thrusting buttocks reveal the grotesque, disappearing and reappearing shaft.
I become engrossed in slapping her buttocks.
Her heavy breasts bounce wildly with each thrust. She digs her nails into the mirror, enduring both shame and pleasure.
—Make sure it's visible.
Huh? That's an unusual instruction.
I don't recall ever being told to observe sex so closely before.
What a pervert, whoever's on the other side of the mirror. Jerking off, maybe?
But I get fired up knowing there's an audience. I've realized that about myself lately.
"Hic…! Ah… wh-what…!?"
I wrap her legs around me from behind, lifting her entire body and pressing her against the mirror.
Now, the viewer on the other side must see Abigail's beautiful flesh crushed against the mirror, her lewd, moaning face as she's ravaged from behind by the Butcher, in all its glory.
"Yah…! Like this… nnghh… usually… usually you do it—"
She's a bit dazed. She almost said my name.
I need to silence her.
—*Smack*!!
"—Higghh!?"
Pulling out almost completely, I thrust back in, burying myself to her navel.
Crushing her against the mirror, I showcase serious breeding sex.
"Ahh!? Aahh!! Aahh!! Aahh!! Aahh!! Aahh!! Aahhhh—!!"
Abigail digs her nails into the mirror.
Her moans overlap with an unpleasant screeching sound in the cell.
Enjoying her frantic, mirror-scratching frenzy, I continue pistoning fiercely inside her, driven by animal lust.
It's been a while since I've ravaged Abigail like this. While being invited to ejaculate is nice, nothing beats the excitement of dominating a woman.
"Anhh!! Ngh!! Ih!! I, guh!! Ighhh—!!"
As her voice loses all reason, I deliver one final, deep, weighty thrust.
—*Thud*!
"Nmmoahh—♡"
Surrendering to the ejaculation surging up my thighs, I erupt like a volcano.
Abigail's womb is already full of my semen. Our mixed fluids drip from her spread legs, quickly forming a white pool.
Drip, drip, drip.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh…"
After I finish and withdraw, her uterus releases the stored semen, spilling out in a gush.
Clear fluid sprays out too.
I wait, holding this position until she's completely empty.
With the last drop falling, I finally release Abigail.
She slides down the mirror, collapsing into the white pool.
I hope it was visible.
Standing tall in front of the mirror, I await further instructions.
If there are none, I'll apologize by thoroughly ravishing Abigail again in this white pool.
When she's covered in my semen, she becomes twice as lewd. Watching her writhing like a prostitute in the sea of fluids satisfies my dark desires.
*'Yoohoo, it's Lydia. Good job♪'*
At the sudden voice, my shoulders slump in surprise.