Chapter 2

Not long after, Leonhardt came to understand exactly what Kelles meant by taking his body. Dragged into the monster’s lair, he had been subjected to ruthless copulation every single day without fail.

The rest of the knights were essentially hostages. Kelles had kept its promise not to kill them, but whether they were being fed properly remained questionable. Leonhardt was granted exactly one hour a day to check on their safety. It was no exaggeration to say that every other second was devoted to grotesque copulation.

Hah, ugh…! Ah, uh, aah…

The muscular Knight Commander sat completely naked on a throne made of flesh, his legs spread wide. In truth, he was forced into the position. Bundles of tentacles extending from the armrests bound his thighs tight, and his arms, wrenched upward, were pinned to the backrest.

Not only could he not close his legs, but he was left completely exposed, his posture advertising precisely what was being done to his lower half. His rear entrance, tormented all day, was plump and flushed a deep red, continuously ravaged by slender, twig-like tentacles sprouting from the seat.

Countless thread-like red tentacles latched around his hole. Those hooked around the entrance pulled it open in all directions, preventing him from closing or clenching, while others burrowed into the gaping cavern, constantly rummaging through his insides as if probing every inch. The thoroughly ruined entrance twitched occasionally, spitting out watery semen. Clumps of seed still pooling inside him oozed sluggishly down his perineum, stretching thick and viscous like melted cheese.

Hic…! Ugh…!

When a firm, probe-like head grazed his deepest recesses, Leonhardt startled and desperately clenched his lower body. He could only manage to slightly tighten his gaping hole, forced to accept the invasion as it was.

Haah… huk, uh…! Nngh…!

His nerves flared with hypersensitivity as the sensation swept past his prostate. His eyes snapped wide and his mouth fell agape, a sharp moan clawing its way out of his throat.

Yet explosive pleasure was denied to him. Only a vague, agonizingly teasing sensation persisted, like something slowly brought to a simmer over a low flame. How many hours this had gone on, or even how many days he had been trapped here, remained unclear. He was permitted only to writhe in subtle, itching arousal and crushing guilt, chained to the flesh throne and subjected to constant, unwanted stimulation.

Ugh… hng…

Slurp, squelch.

Sticky, obscene noises wove through his moans. Plunging in and out as if savoring his twitching hole, the tentacles evoked the image of an incubus’s tongue. The blood-red flesh resembled small snakes, secreting their own slick mucus as they slithered into his taut, entirely smoothed passage, coiling and uncoiling endlessly.

Huk…! Ah, ah…! Hng, no…!

The tentacle’s movement resembled a crawling caterpillar. Every time the squelching mass writhed inside him, Leonhardt trembled at the horrifying sensation, his legs thrashing against his restraints. Escaping the throne was impossible; he was forced to endure the tentacle’s body, warmed by his own heat, tracing lukewarm paths across his perineum.

Squelch, shhhlik—

A living organism in its own right, the throne truly resembled an instrument of infernal punishment. Half-reclined upon it with his thick buttocks thrust out, Leonhardt looked like a damned prisoner enduring a grotesque sentence.

Strictly speaking, the throne was not an object, but a mass of fleshy tentacles grown from a part of Kelles’s own body. It was a structure specifically designed to prepare the noble Knight Commander’s body to carry the monster’s seed. The tentacle gouging and writhing inside Leonhardt’s hole had a head swollen thick as a tumor, its unique bulbous structure perfectly specialized to deliver endless, grotesque waves of pleasure.

Ah, haah… uh, nn, kugh…!

It continued its movements, gently rubbing and softly stimulating his swollen prostate through the inner walls. The texture of the sensation was fundamentally different from being pressed by fingers. Having never allowed another to touch his backside in his entire life, Leonhardt couldn’t even distinguish the difference as he was helplessly ravaged.

Squelch!

The previously gentle movements instantly turned violent. As if reprimanding him for relaxing, the tentacle probe viciously stabbed into his sensitive spot, causing Leonhardt’s spine to stiffen and his eyes to snap wide.

Auuugh…!

Spurt.

Fluid shot from his rigid cock, which lay plastered against his stomach. His glans, swollen thick and red from ejaculating so much, stung at the urethral tip with every drop that passed through.

Squelch, squelch, shhhlurp!

Ah, ah, augh…! Ugh, hng…!

The moment his body climaxed, consumed in rapture, was its opportunity. The slick mass of tentacles coiled constantly, mercilessly stimulating his intestinal walls. It resembled a loach thrashing to devour prey, but its size and girth were beyond comparison to any mere fish.

“Don’t do that, hng…! Stop, ah…!”

Leonhardt shrieked in terror as it smeared aphrodisiac-laced slime across his insides to accelerate absorption. Though he had been subjected to it countless times, he couldn’t stop himself from straining his voice in desperate pleas.

Forgetting he was bound, he twisted and thrashed his limbs wildly to escape, but it only earned him dark red bruises on his legs. Even with his violent struggles, the throne didn’t so much as rattle; instead, it clamped down harder on his mortal flesh.

“Hah, aaah…! F-Father, please… please… ugh! Save me…”

Driven to the edge of his sanity, Leonhardt instinctively sought his God. Even so, the tentacle probe’s rampage did not end. It continued to gouge into his hole as though injecting pure pleasure, and his entrance, hypersensitive from climaxing, couldn’t swallow all the aphrodisiac fluids and spat them back out in a steady stream, twitching incessantly.

It looked exactly as though it were dripping with arousal from excitement. The tentacle, twisting its head, functioned like a machine built to extract obscene juices from his hole. Whenever it mimicked the movement of a human finger gently scraping the inside, fluids splattered between his legs.

“Stop, hng… ah, it hurts…”

Before the afterglow of pleasure could even fade, a burning heat swirled around his gaping hole, punctuated by tiny sparks of ecstasy. His lower abdomen tingled and throbbed, and his limp, swaying cock stung and ached every time he thrashed.

He wanted to completely deny the reality that he was feeling pleasure from being violated by a monster, but his stomach had long been soiled with watery semen. His thick pubic hair was thoroughly soaked, plastered limply over the base of his sex as though painted on, while stringy bodily fluids clung in messy webs to the less saturated patches.

Looking at this depraved state, absolutely no one would think Leonhardt was a Knight Commander. Leaking pitiful sobs while his muscular body squirmed, he perfectly fit the description of a pig in heat.

Huuk… hng…

Ragged breaths burst through his swollen lips. As the merciless pleasure dragged on, Leonhardt’s mind slowly began to fracture. No matter how much he twitched his fingers and prayed, God’s salvation did not reach him. Now, choking back his tears, he merely prayed and prayed out of sheer habit.

At the same time, having climaxed from coupling with a monster, he began to doubt himself—wondering if his Lord had abandoned him because his body was so vilely tainted. He felt utterly hideous, not only for losing his chastity, but for emitting whore-like sounds from such base pleasure.

“I will spend the rest of my life repenting… ah…! So please… have mercy…”

“You’re begging for mercy in the wrong place. You should be begging me.”

His hollow prayer was answered not by God, but by the rumbling growl of the monster. Having morphed from one of the tentacle bundles hanging around the flesh throne, it now boasted a far more massive figure.

Even at a glance, Kelles possessed impressively savage pectorals and abdominal muscles. Its head remained that of a wolf, but its massive torso evoked a ferocious boar. Furthermore, a slick, long tail hung between its buttocks; its form, an amalgamation of various beasts, looked truly unholy.

“…”

Realizing the monster had appeared, Leonhardt clamped his mouth shut. He didn’t want to exchange a single word with it. He was only forcibly surrendering his body according to the contract; there was no clause requiring him to socialize with the creature, so he intended to avoid interaction as much as possible.

“That sullen expression again. Well… taking you tastes better when you look like that.”

Kelles walked right up to the throne and looked down at the human. It greatly enjoyed the sight of him spreading his legs obediently, his hole twitching as if begging to be fucked. Having been bound to the throne almost all day, his rear entrance would be soft and pliant by now, perfectly ripe for the taking.

“Have your teats filled with milk yet? I had high hopes since your chest is plump enough to nurse right now.”

“Kuhk…!”

The monster suddenly grabbed one of Leonhardt’s pectorals with a rough hand. It squeezed hard a couple of times before letting go as if bored, the touch incredibly callous.

“Tsk. At this rate, it’ll run dry after just a day of suckling.”

Clicking its tongue, Kelles gestured into the air. At the gesture, the tentacles pulling his hole open retreated, and a new bundle began reaching toward his chest.

The tentacles detaching from the throne wriggled like leeches as they climbed Leonhardt’s body. The fleshy masses clustered messily around his nipples, peaked from tension and arousal. Then, like larvae discovering food, they all ravenously latched onto his peaks without hesitation.

“H-, huuuk…!”

The sensation was so horrific that Leonhardt thrashed with a look of pure terror. He wasn’t sure if “bitten” was the right word for something without teeth, but it truly felt as if both his nipples were being devoured, tears welling automatically in his eyes.

The leech-like tentacles attacked his areolas and nipples with vulgar, wet smacks. They pierced his skin with microscopic barbs inside their mouths, injecting bodily fluids heavily laced with aphrodisiacs to heighten his arousal.

“Father, this… wicked fiend…! Smite it, aah, aaah…!”

Leonhardt’s feet, which had been kicking wildly in the air, curled tight. He could feel the searing chemicals traveling through his milk ducts and spreading across his entire chest. Even as he twisted his head so hard his neck veins bulged, he couldn’t stop his nipples from becoming hypersensitive or the maddening itch from spreading.

The wet sensation of their loud slurping soon morphed into sharp pleasure. But that alone didn’t alleviate the itch; if he could, he would have scratched his chest raw. Simultaneously, electrifying shocks radiated from his peaks through his entire chest, making the muscles beneath his skin feel stiff and heavy.

“I had a hard time dealing with those idiots all day, so are you acting cute for your husband? I don’t hate it.”

“Hng…!”

Slapping his thrashing buttocks with a loud smack, Kelles chuckled. At this point, he was practically begging to be fucked, making it wonder if it should stuff its cock into this pitiful breeding sow right away.

“If you want to be disciplined by my cock, you better be honest about it. I only tolerate this whining once.”

It was hilarious that a seasoned knight who had survived countless battlefields was terrified just because his milk ducts were being opened. Even at his age, his overreaction was cute. Still, constantly acting feisty was out of the question.

Kelles jammed its thick fingers into the hole gaping wide like a cavern. Even after being stretched all day into a cocksleeve, the fact that his insides remained incredibly tight pleased it.

“Agh… h-, ugh…”

In contrast, Leonhardt was experiencing absolute hell. The monster’s fingers were vastly thicker than the tentacles that had been probing his hole all day. Just from two barely entering, his stretched entrance throbbed; the mere thought of accepting a cock far thicker than that made his vision spin.

“So tight and chewy, it’s the perfect condition for fucking. Who knew a Holy Knight’s bottom hole would make such a high-quality mating hole.”

It was no fun if a hole became loose and useless after being fucked just once, so this was a genuine delight. Although Leonhardt could no longer emit holy power as strongly as before, his recovery rate remained excellent, making him incredibly satisfying to break in.

As if unwilling to wait any longer, Kelles parted the flesh of its abdomen and withdrew its thick, tentacled cock. The club-like appendage pulsed erratically as though a heart beat within it, its surface covered in dense barbs that made the entire mass appear to swarm with life. It was a far more intricate and horrifying shape compared to its initial, crude form.

Growing weaker the further it strayed from the sealing stone was undoubtedly a massive limitation. However, Kelles had decided to turn that limitation to its advantage. If it had violated the captured human on the spot, his body would have rotted away before he could even conceive. It was ideal, then, to establish a spawning nest at just the right distance and copulate until he conceived.

Luckily, having siphoned considerable power from this alluring Holy Knight, it had quickly left behind its tapeworm days of being nothing but scraps of flesh. All that remained was to corrupt this devout human to the bone and turn him into an addict desperate for its semen.

“You’re acting like you aren’t, but you seem to be secretly enjoying it, hm? Say something. Your hole has already completely melted and is practically begging for my cock.”

“Hup…! Uh, kugh…!”

Kelles knew exactly where Leonhardt’s most sensitive spots were. It might have seemed as though he had been abandoned on the torture device all day, but the flesh throne was a part of its own body. While firmly pressing around the prostate, swollen from overstimulation, it also repeatedly pressed the area where the new womb would take root.

It liked that, even as he squeezed tight, he didn’t actually reject the invasion. Of course, had he rejected it, it would have pried his body open and viciously rammed its cock into him until he accepted it—but unlike his rebellious attitude, his hole was quite honest.

“I’ve heard Holy Knights have quite the devoted husband temperament. Did you also recite some ridiculous vow of chastity back when you were a snot-nosed brat?”

“…”

Leonhardt ultimately did not respond to the monster’s question. In the beginning, he had busied himself with denials, but through experience, he had concluded that the beast only spouted nonsense not worth listening to.

Even so, despite trying to ignore it, words like “chastity” struck a painful chord. Being violated from behind was humiliating enough to die from, but the thought that he had kept his chastity all this time only to surrender it to a monster made him want to bite his tongue off.

“Isn’t it an honor? You must be the first Holy Knight to take a monster as a husband.”

Kelles continued to prattle even without Leonhardt’s replies. It found it amusing to watch his blue eyes blinking constantly and his eyelids trembling, even as he pretended to ignore it. Watching the whites of his eyes grow bloodshot despite the relatively mild teasing made it want to degrade him further.

“…”

“Still acting so stubbornly upright till the end.”

When he was going to whine and squirm the moment a cock impaled him anyway, why was he bringing suffering upon himself?

Kelles grabbed Leonhardt’s ankles and lifted them. As it did, the tentacles extending from the flesh throne detached, and his lower half, bound the entire time, regained its freedom far too easily.

“…”

Please, deliver me from evil…

While despairing at the overwhelming difference in power between himself and the monster, Leonhardt prayed endlessly internally to keep from losing his sanity. He didn’t doubt for a second that all of this was a trial that would eventually pass.

No, he had to believe that.

But that resolve was rendered meaningless in an instant. Pulling its fingers out of his hole, Kelles pressed its hideous, thick cock right against the loosened entrance. Paling, Leonhardt squeezed his eyes shut and repeated the words internally.

Father, Father…

Squelch—

“Hah, ah, aaaah…!”

“Making such a fuss. I haven’t even put it in yet.”

SMASH!

As the monster aggressively thrust its hips once, the heavy mass of flesh shoved its way inside. Growing larger in proportion to the power it had absorbed, its cock had thickened as well, affording Leonhardt no time to adjust. Even though he was violated every single day, it was always overwhelming, leaving him gasping and crushed by the sheer size as if taking it for the first time.

“Once you get a taste… of a monster’s cock…”

Kelles draped Leonhardt’s legs over its shoulders. Then, pressing its body weight down as if to mount him, it began relentlessly shoving its massive, tumor-covered cock inside.

“Auuuugh…! Ah, ah…!”

“You won’t be able to forget the taste, and you’ll end up thinking of nothing but swinging your hips like a bitch in heat.”

“Hng…! Uh, huuk…!”

Fresh blood trickled down around the hole that struggled to swallow the monster’s cock. However, as though the flesh had never torn, it soon healed on its own, twitching. This was precisely why Kelles was exceptionally fond of Leonhardt. His ability to quickly recover no matter how roughly he was handled meant it could use him without any restraint.

“Ah… ah, it hurts… hah, Father, please…”

“Shut your mouth. I’m going to carve a proper cock-path into you.”

Kelles pressed its hand down over Leonhardt’s face. Even though Leonhardt was by no means small in stature, his entire face was completely eclipsed by just one of the giant monster’s hands.

“Auuugh…! Uh, mmph…!”

A stifled moan burst out from beneath the monster’s palm. Even as the feet hooked over its shoulders wriggled wildly, Kelles showed no mercy. Applying downward pressure, it worked relentlessly to stretch Leonhardt’s tight hole to perfectly fit its cock.

“H-, uuuugh…!”

The hole, previously unable to swallow the thickening midsection of the cock and leaking only bubbling fluids, finally stretched to its absolute limit. As the mass of flesh pushed in, the flesh around the entrance—swallowing the cock with a gulp, offering no resistance—was already bloodshot red.

Simultaneously, his well-defined abdominal muscles parted, the outline of the buried cock clearly visible between them. Whenever Kelles moved even slightly, the bulging stomach sank back down, and vulgar, squelching sounds of copulation rang out from his nether regions.

“Big chest, big ass… you definitely have the perfect body for getting knocked up. Hmm?”

“Ukuk…! Uh, ugh…! Hng, uugh…!”

Wasn’t being bound to the throne all day enough foreplay? Kelles began fucking Leonhardt, pressing down on his head so hard it seemed to want to crush it into the seat.

Plunged deep into his body, then pulled all the way out, the cock was slick and sloppy with a mixture of aphrodisiac fluids and previously expelled semen. It enjoyed the taste of the sticky inner walls clinging to it as it forcefully slammed the wet slab of flesh back down with a brutal SMASH.

“Look at how tight you’re squeezing. You’re trying to bite my cock right off.”

As expected, Leonhardt’s body was so tight it felt as though it would burst from the mere insertion. Kelles could have morphed its cock smaller to accommodate him, but seeing as he took even this size so well, it saw no need. The wider the surface area of contact and the greater the volume of semen injected, the faster the mutation would progress, so it intended to keep its cock as large as possible.

“Mmph…! Ugh, huuk, uh…!”

With his face completely covered by the monster’s palm, Leonhardt leaked choked noises, shaking violently with every merciless thrust. Without exaggeration, every thrust felt like a punch to the stomach. Not only did the thing driving to the hilt make him feel as though his internal organs were being methodically pushed upward, but his violently crushed prostate also screamed in shock.

His cock smacked repeatedly against his stomach—which bulged and deflated in rhythm—spraying fluid. Whenever the monster’s cock slammed into his colon, he let out a sharp hiccup, his entire body going rigid. His chest, bitten by the tentacle leeches, had been maddeningly itchy, but the nerve-scorching wave of pleasure had long since driven that sensation from his mind entirely.

“Auuugh…! Mmph, hng…! Uh, keuk…!”

SMASH, squelch, thwack, THWACK!

Emitting dull, heavy thuds, the monster’s cock plunged deep inside him. The tentacle probe that had been ravaging his hole all day had already completed the mutation process to allow him to carry young. After periodically injecting aphrodisiacs combined with faint demonic energy, the area just past the bend in his colon had swollen into a thick, fleshy pouch.

The cervix—a newly formed womb completely saturated in aphrodisiacs—had become a hypersensitive erogenous zone. With a monstrous cock brutally hammering against it, endurance was out of the question. Confronted by a dimension of pleasure that dwarfed mere prostate stimulation, Leonhardt shed helpless tears, his body wracked with violent, involuntary tremors.

“Ugh…! Hngh, hhh…! N-no, heok…! Ah…! Stop…!”

“You look ready to die from the pleasure.” A mocking curl twisted Kelles’s lips. “At this rate, I wonder if you won’t lose your title as a Holy Knight.”

Wielding the rock-hard, knotted cock unique to his demonic kind, Kelles ruthlessly churned his breeder’s mating hole. Every time he plunged his length deep like a grinding pestle, he savored the sight of those firm, fleshy thighs and chest quivering without end.

“But fret not. You merely need to submit as my designated seed-receiver.”

“Eup, haah…! Ah, ah…!”

Through the gaps in the monster’s bright red fingers, Leonhardt’s resentful blue eyes blazed. Yet judging by the searing wetness soaking into Kelles’s palm, the knight was ultimately reduced to silent, broken tears. Amused by the display, the demon let out a jeering chuckle and rolled his hips with even greater ferocity.

Acting so coy.

The human’s sweat-drenched, naked form gleamed with a moist, supple radiance, leaving Kelles to muse that this must be the exquisite taste of defiling a pristine knight. Even though Leonhardt was completely immobilized, his stubborn refusal to speak—maintaining that sullen, defiant glare—only further stoked the monster’s ravenous urge to conquer.

“Why that face?” Dark amusement colored Kelles’s tone. “It’s not as if just anyone can be chosen to serve as my cum-dumpster.”

“Ah…! Uut, who—ah…!”

Though he kept taunting Leonhardt, Kelles had no real intention of holding a conversation. He was simply carving a blatant, brutal path from the knight’s entrance straight to his newly formed womb, stabbing haphazardly to force him into a desperate heat.

Squelch! Smack, smack, slllrk—

The knight’s plump, heavily muscled white ass stood out starkly against the grotesque surroundings. Hovering above him, Kelles’s own body was a mass of crimson flesh tangled thick with tendrils resembling stripped wire insulation, perfectly matching the blood-red throne forged from writhing tentacles. Through the wide, vulnerable gap of those firm cheeks, the monstrous red club plunged violently in and out. Every brutal thrust sent thin, watery fluids splashing in all directions—a sight profoundly filthy, yet undeniably erotic.

“You’d best perform well while I allow you to gorge on my cock like this, foolish human.” Kelles’s voice dripped with scorn. “Soon enough, you’ll be crawling at my feet, begging me to grant you even a single thrust.”

“Guhk…! Nngh, huk…!”

Whenever the monster slammed against the human’s smooth skin, his own haunches—boasting terrifying, destructive muscle—flexed and rippled. It looked less like an act of passion and more like a penal device engineered exclusively for breeding. After performing this relentless, hammering rhythm dozens of times to successfully impregnate his captive, the flesh-pillar finally halted, stiffening abruptly deep inside.

“Haah… hu… euk…! N-no, ah…! You can’t, don’t…”

The briefest pause offered Leonhardt a fleeting gasp of air, but the moment he realized what that sudden stillness signified, a desperate, agonized wail tore from his throat.

“Refusing?” A low purr vibrated through Kelles’s chest. “If you made a pact, you must fulfill your end of the bargain.”

In the next heartbeat, scalding semen erupted from the monster’s shaft, ballooning the knight’s belly outward. The fluid was so blisteringly hot it felt as though Leonhardt’s very innards were being boiled alive. Biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, the knight desperately swallowed his nausea and thrashed his head. His struggling wouldn’t halt the monster’s climax, but he instinctively tried to bear down, clamping his paralyzed lower half in a futile bid to block the invasion.

“Playing hard to get again, are we?” A dark chuckle rumbled in Kelles’s chest as he unexpectedly pulled out mid-climax. “All this whimpering about how much you hate it… Did you truly enjoy your husband’s cock that much?”

With a sadistic smirk, he began a rapid, shallow rhythm—thrusting just past the entrance and pulling back out—deliberately stimulating the knight so that his infantile womb would ripen all the faster. To force a human body to absorb demonic miasma, physical battering was simply the most effective method. Once the mutation had taken root, it hardly mattered who Leonhardt once served. The tragic reality was that this pitiful human would inevitably crave pregnancy; it was a destiny carved into his flesh the moment his breeding instincts were imprinted.

“Please… ah, huk…! Sh-shut up… I said stop,” Leonhardt mumbled weakly, twisting his shoulders in a pathetic attempt to shove Kelles away. “You’ve already blown your load once… isn’t that enough?”

Even as he tried to thrash and struggle, the simple fact that he remained impaled made even the slightest squirm a monumental effort.

“Haah, heok, heueuk…”

“Such fierce defiance.” Kelles reveled in the frantic fluttering of the inner walls clamping around his cock. “But I find it rather entertaining. By all means, keep struggling.”

Given their massive disparity in size, there was never any danger of the demon being pushed away. He fully intended to let the human exhaust himself in futile resistance before leisurely devouring him.

“Keuk, I told you to pull it out… After committing such an unforgivable atrocity, heok, do you think you’ll escape… ah…!”

“My apologies.” Kelles’s voice oozed shamelessness. “I couldn’t quite hear you over the feeling of your tight little hole squeezing my cock. Care to repeat yourself?”

With a cruel twist of his hips, the monster jabbed directly into the swollen entrance of the womb. Pinning down the knight’s thrashing, pale legs, he cast a suffocating shadow over Leonhardt’s trembling form.

“Heok… heok…”

The monster made no further moves. He simply leaned his bestial face close, staring down in absolute silence. It was the chilling posture of an apex predator clamping its jaws around a victim’s throat, patiently waiting for the prey’s final breath to expire. After a few more pathetic twitches, Leonhardt abandoned his struggle, panting heavily as he glared up at the demon who had just violated him.

“…”

The inside of his thighs throbbed with numbness, bruised from the monster’s iron grip. His heart pounded a heavy, sickening rhythm, and a deep ache settled in his lower abdomen. The revulsion remained, yet beneath it, an indescribable, horrifying sensation began to creep through his veins.

“You…”

Leonhardt’s lips parted, but the words withered in his throat. Perhaps because he had lived his entire life as a proud knight crossing blades with formidable foes, the sheer, insurmountable disparity in their strength shattered his resolve. The moment he processed that absolute defeat, the strength drained from his legs, and his fighting spirit evaporated.

No. This isn’t a battle of victory or defeat. It’s a trial I must endure to the bitter end…

Even as he clung to that desperate rationalization, the newly formed womb—having gorgeously absorbed the concentrated demonic miasma from the semen—was already undergoing another mutation. Captured entirely by reproductive lust, the organ inscribed with a breeder’s instincts began actively demanding more demonic energy. It went so far as to scramble its host’s mind, forcibly rewiring his brain to perceive the reception of the monster’s thick cum as a state of absolute bliss.

“So, are we done whining now?” Kelles observed the knight’s silent, trembling form. He could feel the internal passage convulsing, greedily chewing on his cock as if the preparations to become a permanent cum-receptacle were already complete. He had paused briefly to indulge the knight’s pathetic resistance, but the truth was, his own loins ached to resume the brutal fucking.

“I said… no. Clearly,” Leonhardt squeezed out, his waist shuddering violently. “If you’ve done it once, you should have the decency to be satisfied…”

The utter failure of his resistance bred a crushing helplessness, but more horrifying was the state of shock he found himself in. Defeatist thoughts continually assaulted his mind, urging him to surrender, to sink into and accept this sickeningly sweet, mushy sensation.

After being tormented so relentlessly all day… do I just want to let it all go?

The terrifying truth was that when the monster had unloaded inside him, Leonhardt had felt a minuscule, shameful spark of relief. He couldn’t even fathom why. Perhaps it was a vain, desperate hope that the climax signaled the end of his torture. Regardless, finding solace in the conclusion of the act meant he was already adapting to this grotesque new existence.

Nauseated by his own creeping submission, Leonhardt coughed and dry-heaved, squeezing his eyes shut to block out the nightmare. He resolved to neither listen to the beast’s taunts nor offer a single reply. Yet the harder he fought it, the more intensely something writhed deep within his belly, forcing his lower half to twitch involuntarily. His insides felt feverishly hot, burning with an insatiable itch. A delirious impulse clouded his mind: if he just squeezed down on that bump-covered cock, the friction would scratch the internal itch perfectly. The sheer urge to grind his hips was driving him mad.

“For someone claiming to hate this, you’re certainly gnawing on my cock with impressive enthusiasm.”

Perhaps because the foolish holy knight had spent his entire life letting both his cock and his ass rot in chastity, he seemed completely oblivious to the fact that he was actively in heat.

“Allow me to personally instruct you in the joys of being thoroughly fucked.” Kelles suddenly withdrew his embedded length.

As the monstrous shaft slid out, the grotesque, bulbous nodules lining the meat were compressed by the tight passage, squashing down only to instantly pop back into their plump shapes. The resulting friction delivered a spine-tingling, eerie surge of pleasure. Caught entirely off guard by the dark eroticism, Leonhardt let out a breathless groan, his face twisting in a deep scowl.

“Aheuu…! Ah…!”

Shlk!

The rugged nodules slid back in, seeming to be sucked down into the depths as they scraped ruthlessly against his mucous membranes. His body jolted violently to the wet, slapping rhythm.

Once again, Kelles reduced himself to a beast driven mad by the urge to breed. With every devastating strike against the deepest part of the knight’s core, Leonhardt’s breath hitched, the vivid, numbing shockwaves radiating outward to consume his entire lower abdomen. When he opened his eyes, he was met with the monster’s horrifying visage, that massive cock, and his own limp, useless legs. When he closed them, the hellish sensory overload devoured him.

“Heueuk, heup…! Ah… haeuk…”

Father. Father.

Calling out to his god in silent despair, Leonhardt felt as though his very soul was being chewed to pieces. The monster showed zero inclination to stop. When the cock finally withdrew entirely from the semen-packed chamber, Leonhardt felt the trapped fluids gush from his hole like a torrential stream of urine.

It felt as if a swarm of vile insects had adhered to his skin. The leeches clamped to his chest, gnawing his nipples and injecting their own fluids, were utterly repulsive, and the sensation of the fleshy, pulsating throne plastered against his back and thighs filled him with pure revulsion.

“Haah… fret not. I plan to carve into you until you finally learn to love it.” Kelles casually flicked Leonhardt’s stiff, leaking erection. “Just look at you. At first, you couldn’t even swallow me whole, and now you’re joyfully begging to be fucked.”

As if punishing the Knight Commander for his defiant silence, the demon resumed his mechanical, breeding-press thrusts, forcing a crude physical dialogue. He had every intention of continuing this gluttonous, degrading copulation until the human birthed his offspring—and until that very spawn grew strong enough to shatter his wretched, stupid seal.