Chapter 87

“Ah, ugh…”

All that escaped his throat now were breathy, broken gasps—neither quite moans nor screams. Unable to even support his own waist, Lino had completely collapsed onto his stomach, but Grondil’s cock relentlessly, tirelessly ravaged his insides.

“Stay with me, Lino. I’m going to fill you… until your belly bursts. Haa.”

Grondil exhaled a sharp breath, demanding Lino keep his wits about him. Unable to verbalize a response, Lino simply dug his fingers into the sheets, white-knuckling the fabric in a silent vow to try.

Smack, smack. 

Every time Grondil’s thick hips slammed downward, the wet, obscene sound of flesh colliding echoed through the room, violently mashing Lino’s plump cheeks. Just the sheer impact alone had turned Lino’s ass into a swollen, bruised red mess. Grondil wasn’t slapping or kneading those cheeks—he simply didn’t have the luxury. He resented even the microsecond it took to pull his cock out for a deeper thrust. He never wanted to leave Lino’s tight, boiling, slick-wet walls. Heaven wasn’t some distant concept. Why bother going to a temple to pray when paradise could be tasted without dying? Thinking of how the priests would foam at the mouth at such blasphemy, Grondil ruthlessly drove his hips even deeper.

“Ugh, hng, hah… aahhn…”

Lino panted desperately, grinding his sweaty forehead into the sheets. The relentless, brutal pounding of Grondil’s slick cock against his internal walls made breathing a Herculean task. He had completely lost count of how many times he had orgasmed. He remembered the first four, but after his legs gave out entirely, his cock had been trapped, grinding mercilessly between his own stomach and the mattress. He had likely blown several more loads just from that friction alone. Hell, he didn’t even need to ejaculate to experience mind-melting orgasms that left his entire body convulsing in aftershocks.

“Ahn, hah, aah, haaht…!”

His stiff, jutting nipples scraped raw against the sheets with every brutal thrust. Grondil had sucked and bitten them so aggressively that the areolas were a violent, inflamed red; even a soft breath of air across them elicited a flinch of pain. Having those abused peaks violently dragged across the linen was so agonizing it drew endless streams of tears from Lino’s eyes.

The bed was a catastrophic disaster zone. Multiple empty lube bottles littered the mattress, and the blankets had long since been kicked to the floor. The pillows that had initially propped up Lino’s hips were now shoved into a corner, completely soaked through with Lino’s cum and the copious amounts of semen leaking from his overfilled hole. The pillow Lino had been clutching was torn to shreds, thoroughly saturated with his drool. They had fucked doggy-style until Lino collapsed flat like a squashed frog, only to keep getting pounded. Grondil grabbed one of Lino’s legs, hiking it high into the air. Through the forcefully spread cheeks, the terrifyingly massive, engorged cock was fully visible as it violently breached the swollen, abused hole. Crushed beneath Grondil’s sheer mass, Lino let out broken, choked sobs.

“Kuuh…!”

Grondil hit yet another earth-shattering climax deep inside Lino’s womb. A scalding rush of fresh semen flooded the already overflowing internal walls, spreading a molten, burning heat through Lino’s lower abdomen.

Thud. 

Grondil collapsed flat against Lino’s back. Mindful of Lino’s fragile state, he supported most of his own weight, but the heavy pressure forced the cock lodged inside to bury itself even deeper, pulling a pained, shuddering sigh from Lino.

Enduring the unbridled savagery of Grondil’s long-suppressed lust had entirely drained Lino, but thanks to the restorative meals and premium elixirs he had consumed, he miraculously hadn’t passed out.

“Lino. Are you okay?”

Grondil’s low, rumbling voice drifted from above his head. He was distinctly in his human form, yet Lino could have sworn he heard the guttural vibration of a beast’s growl mixed into the tone.

“Ah, haah… I’m still… o-okay…”

He was absolutely not okay, but Lino said it anyway. He felt profoundly guilty for inadvertently forcing Grondil into months of celibacy, and truthfully, Lino himself felt like something was still missing. He didn’t know exactly what he was craving, but he knew with absolute certainty that Grondil was the only one who could fill the void. So, he squeezed the answer past his raw throat.

“Good boy.”

Pushing his upper body up, Grondil praised him, burying his lips into Lino’s sweat-drenched nape. He pressed a heavy, lingering kiss before tracing a wet stripe up the skin with his tongue, culminating in a sharp, possessive bite. The progression of soft, wet, and stinging sensations systematically set Lino’s body ablaze all over again. He was already cooked to the absolute limit, but miraculously, every new touch from Grondil didn’t overwrite the last; they stacked on top of one another, boiling Lino’s lust to a fever pitch.

“Then, hah… hold on just a little bit longer.”

“Ah, nn…”

The tongue licking his nape suddenly felt… coarse. Like sandpaper. And the fangs grazing his skin felt distinctly sharper. A visceral shudder racked Lino’s frame, his shoulders curling inward. Grondil let out a low snort of amusement at the reaction, the heavy blast of air ruffling Lino’s sweat-plastered hair.

Wait. Recognizing that impossibly heavy breath, Lino’s half-lidded eyes snapped wide open. The exact second he realized the breath belonged to a beast—

“Aahk!”

The cock plugging his internal walls violently expanded, ballooning to a monstrous size.

“G-Grondil. This… this is… aah!”

Lino’s hips jerked involuntarily, his body instinctively writhing forward to escape. The terrifying sensation of his internal walls being stretched beyond capacity was deeply alarming. The suffocating fullness was rapidly intensifying.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

Grondil ruthlessly snatched the fleeing Lino back, hooking his massive arms under Lino’s chest and hauling him upward. Still impaled on the rapidly expanding, monstrous cock, Lino was flipped over, landing flush against Grondil’s broad, furry chest.

“Ah, this is too… aaah…!”

It was barely past noon. Sunlight pierced the sheer curtains, flooding the bright bedroom and casting a glowing spotlight directly onto Lino’s obscenely spread, thoroughly utilized lower half. His smooth, hairless groin warmed under the sun’s rays. Grondil curled his thick, plush tail around to completely envelop Lino’s limp, entirely spent cock, before jerking it rapidly up and down.

“Ahn! Nn, haaht!”

The intense friction of the incredibly soft beast fur instantly resurrected Lino’s cock, snapping it to rigid attention. Pushing out the last dregs of semen, clear pre-cum began to weep from the slit anew. Matching the frantic rhythm of his tail, Grondil began thrusting his hips upward. His thick thigh muscles bunched and corded with tension, launching brutal upward strikes that caused the mattress to crater violently beneath them.

“Agh! It hurts, aah! Hiik!”

The penetration was absurdly, terrifyingly deep. The beast cock violated him so deeply it looked as if it were trying to punch straight through his abdominal wall. Desperate to escape the monstrous organ aggressively displacing his internal organs, Lino frantically kicked his legs, trying to find purchase on the floor—but it was useless. Grondil’s beast form was so colossally large, and his hips were elevated so high, that Lino’s feet simply dangled in the air.

The organ-crushing agony was swiftly eclipsed and consumed by blinding, apocalyptic pleasure. Grondil’s cock forged a brutal path through the convoluted maze of his intestines, burying itself deeper and deeper. Finally, the massive, swollen glans began to ruthlessly batter the curved bend of his colon.

“Khhhk…”

It had been so long since he had been invaded this deeply that Lino couldn’t even scream, forced to tense his entire body to endure the violently explosive, agonizing ecstasy. As if his body perfectly remembered the apocalyptic high of having his colon breached, every time the venomously swollen glans viciously scraped against that sensitive curve, his internal walls instinctively clamped down, milking the beast cock for all it was worth.

“Kuhh… Hah, you’re going to drive me fucking insane, Lino,” Grondil snarled, blasting scorching, heavy breaths directly into Lino’s ear. He shoved his tongue in, licking and ravaging the sensitive shell before aggressively rubbing his entire face against Lino’s, thoroughly drenching him in his scent. It was a primal, territorial claiming: Mine. All the while, the beast cock continued to systematically decimate his insides, thrusting so brutally that Lino’s stomach skin audibly slapped against Grondil’s groin.

“Hah, hnng… Ah! Aahk! Nng!!”

Drowning in the agonizing bliss of being utterly impaled, Lino’s screams tore through the room again. While they were pained shrieks earlier, they were now breath-stealing, desperate, ecstatic wails. They were so unbelievably, intoxicatingly sweet that Grondil grabbed Lino’s face, wrenching it toward him and devouring his lips. He wanted to swallow every single drop of those moans. The thick tongue completely invaded the oral cavity, scraping the ridged roof of his mouth and violently plumbing beneath his tongue. He greedily stole the saliva pooled from the intense stimulation, swallowing it down. Both the moans and the saliva were so sickeningly sweet it made his tongue ache.

“Ahng, nng! Haaah…! G-Grondiill… aaah!”

Lino screamed Grondil’s name in sheer, unadulterated desperation. His legs, entirely drained of strength, hung splayed open, bouncing limply in the air with every brutal thrust. The muscles in the arms locked around Lino’s chest and stomach bulged violently. The hip thrusts grew exponentially more savage, completely devoid of mercy.

“Ugh! Nn! Ah, aaah! It feels so g-good!”

Lino violently dug his nails into Grondil’s forearms. Grondil, Grondil. As the desperate screams curled into high, nasal, pleasure-drunk whines, Grondil’s cock frantically, ruthlessly forced its way into spaces that had absolutely no room left to give.

“Hiiiik!”

Forcibly uncoiling the curved intestines, the massive glans firmly lodged itself at the absolute deepest point and violently swelled, multiplying its sheer mass. The ridge beneath the glans flared outward, forming a wicked, locking barb—a biological mandate refusing to ever pull out. A silent, agonizing scream ripped from Lino’s gaping mouth. His violently arched spine shuddered uncontrollably as he desperately tried to process the cataclysmic blend of agony and heaven-shattering pleasure.

The already atrocious beast cock expanded further, completely obliterating any remaining space. The thick base ballooned massively, forming a perfect, airtight seal over Lino’s hole. Locking his maximally engorged cock deep within Lino’s womb, Grondil finally began to ejaculate. A terrifying, endless volume of boiling, thick white semen—with absolutely nowhere else to go—began to violently flood and back up into Lino’s intestines.

Mirroring the exact shape of the beast’s monstrous erection, Lino’s stomach skin visibly jutted outward, ballooning into a smooth, swollen curve as it stored the unimaginable volume of cum. The slightest movement caused the heavy, viscous fluid to slosh audibly within him.

“Haah, hnnnnng…”

Feeling the scorching semen flooding the absolute deepest recesses of his body, Lino’s cock—still firmly wrapped in the beast’s tail—hit a cataclysmic climax. Having completely depleted his semen reserves, what erupted from him was a crystal-clear stream of fluid. From the tip of the rigidly upright cock, a high-pressure fountain of water shot in a perfect, parabolic arc. He forcefully sprayed an astonishing amount of fluid, completely soaking his own sweat-and-cum-drenched body and raining down so heavily it darkened Grondil’s silver-gray fur.

“Hiik, hik… hnng…”

After violently spraying fluid for what felt like an eternity, Lino convulsed violently like an insect impaled on a spike, before his entire body instantly went slack. His eyes rolled back, exposing the whites, before fluttering shut as he lost consciousness.

“…Lino?”

Catching the limp body to stop it from swaying, Grondil called out his name. He was suddenly gripped by terror that he had completely lost control and pushed Lino far too hard after months of abstinence.

“Yes… here…”

A voice barely louder than a whisper crawled from Lino’s throat. In the past, he would have instantly blacked out. Yet now, in a body objectively weaker than before, he had managed to retain his consciousness instead of fainting.

“…I can’t… do it… anymore…”

With those final, gasping words, Lino very completely passed out. The catastrophic aftershocks of his climax continued to wrack his limp body with intermittent tremors, causing the internal walls—still clamped ruthlessly around Grondil’s locked cock—to violently spasm and milk him.

“Hah… This is absolute torture,” Grondil let out a pleasure-soaked groan, his own body trembling with a low, vibrating laugh.

Lino’s stomach was still hollow and his muscles were soft, yet he had endured the brutal, unhinged mating of a beast far better than he ever had before. Clearly, the obscenely rare elixirs Enoch and Erin had scoured the entire Terne Continent to procure were worth their astronomical price tags.

I’ll have them prepare restorative meals for breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, and midnight cravings. Ensuring their bodies remained inextricably locked together, he carefully rolled them onto their sides. Unable to reach the discarded blankets, he cocooned Lino in the searing heat of his own thick fur. Having just ruthlessly rearranged Lino’s internal organs, his stomach was bound to ache fiercely. There might even be internal bleeding…

“Hm?”

Belatedly worrying about Lino’s physical state after having his absolute way with him, Grondil’s brow suddenly furrowed at a strange sensation radiating from the body in his arms.

What is this? Holy power was pouring out of Lino. More specifically, it was radiating directly from the deep internal space where Grondil’s barbed cock was still securely lodged.

Don’t tell me.

Grondil recalled Lino’s confession from back when he first joined the Order of St. Margia: his holy power had completely, mysteriously vanished. Erin had hypothesized that the moment his body shifted into the biological vessel of the Letia, it had consumed his entire reserve of holy power to synthesize a functional womb.

And now, that vanished holy power had returned. Right after giving birth to the triplets. Right in this exact moment, after having his insides absolutely pulverized by a beast’s cock.

To heal his body. If that was true, there was an extremely high probability this newly returned holy power would synthesize another womb.

For the first time in his immortal life, Grondil seriously contemplated a vasectomy. Just the three brats they had were enough to skyrocket a perfectly healthy man’s blood pressure; the thought of more little terrors being born was horrifying.

Yet, despite his horror, a deep, resonant laugh bubbled up from his chest. It was born of absolute certainty—a conviction that no matter what chaotic events unfolded in their future, everything would ultimately flow smoothly and end in peace.

Didn’t they say your hardships would be brought to an end here?

The entity that had manifested as a mere voice in Lino’s dream was undeniably the Goddess Aquila. Telling him he had ‘endured well’ was a divine guarantee that he would never have to desperately, agonizingly endure anything ever again.

Grondil offered a solemn prayer to his deeply irritating, yet utterly unhateable god. Since his god was highly capricious but endlessly generous toward her favored beast, he didn’t bother hiding his immense greed, praying with absolute, unfiltered demand.

O God. O Aquila. Forgive your disloyal, favored child.

And bestow your infinite love, grace, and blessings upon your children.

May this bond be eternal.

Even through death, onto the next death, and the death after that. I pray this never ends.

Your beast is immensely greedy, endlessly coveting without knowing when to stop, yet I trust you will look upon this with favor.

Therefore, hear the prayer of the beast.

[The Prayer of the Beast (End of Side Stories)]