Chapter SixA Pleasuring Corruption(Part 3)
The same was happening with her gasping. No longer having even a shred of intention in holding them back, she continued with exclaiming.
(No, noâstop, stop iiiiit!!!)
She thought that, but the only things making their way from her mouth were meaningless gasps.
Looking at Frederica and Satia, the only thing Alfira felt was despair as she brought to a climax by her urethra.
(I-Iâm not, Iâm not like themâaaaaah!!)
Not like them. Alfira repeatedly shouted in her mind that she wasnât like those women that had accepted the monsters.
However, her body was accepting the slimeâs urethral torture. She no longer even felt pain from it.
Her head hung while her waist kept shaking from the crystal clear pleasure.
âH-hah⊠Haah-haaaahââ
That dull, pleasant feeling stimulated her from the inside.
Her purple hair sticking to her cheek felt gross.
âJust then, the tentacle that was restraining her wrists let go. Alfira, unable to put any strength into her lower half after being brought to a climax so many times, simply fell to the ground.
Her eyes closed in anticipation for the pain of her cheek hitting the slime-wettened ground, but what she felt was a soft sensation.
When she opened her eyes, she saw a bed of black mucus under her.
Aflira sat up, her knees and bottom still touching the mucus bed. [1]
Her shoulders moved up and down violently. Her eyes were wet dull due to the pleasure, the sharpness theyâd once had gone.
And more than anythingâeven without the paralytic poison, her lower body had gone numb from the excessive pleasure.
Her waist even ignored what her mind told it to do and continued convulsing.
Suddenly, the monster, something she should have hated, shoved its tentacle right in front of her.
Moving it as though to show it offâit exposed its majesty to Alfira.
(Something like thatâsâinside⊠themâŠ)
Alfira swallowed back her saliva.
Her womb throbbed slightly. Her quick, shallow gasps gradually intensified.
However, that was something Alfira herself hadnât noticed.
Even though she gazed at the tentacle as though she was about to dig in, she didnât do anythingâshe kept waiting for the tentacle to take the next step.
It had developed her urethra and it had shown her the two lust-blinded women.
She was also made to instinctively understand the concept *having sex with a monster*.
Through her womanly body, this monster made her understand that it was an existence unimaginable for humans. It was one that gave pleasure through intercourse.
What sort of thing was rape?
Sheâd been taught that as well.
Her resistance was feeble, so much so that it surprised even her.
It wasnât the voice of a knightâbut a woman. Alfira felt it.
It wasnât the voice of a knight that hunted monstersâit was the voice of a woman that was frightened of being raped. She didnât have any armor on. She didnât have a sword in her hand. Right then, she was a woman. Not a knight.
Her second try at resisting was put to a stop by the disgusting feeling of the tentacle entering into her cleavage.
Making the best use of its characteristically slimy self, it moved through the valley that was pressed tightly together by her clothes.
Continuing on ravaging them, it wrapped around both of her breasts.
Alfira didnât know exactly what was happening since it was happening under her clothes, but she could feel a slimy sound coming from her breasts.
Even though they were being jostled about roughly, rather than pain, they only conveyed a dull sense of pleasure.
Because she didnât know what was happening, because it was happening under her clothes, because of the lewd sounds, she felt like she was being treated with as an object. The feeling that she could not resist was carved into her body.
She at least tried grabbing her own breasts with her now-free hands to hold them in place.
However, she wasnât able to stop them, nor capture the tentacle from above her clothing.
Dexterously maneuvering away from the hands trying to catch it, the tentacle continued ravishing Alfiraâs soft skin.
From a third personâs point of view, her grabbing her own breasts made it look like she was masturbating.
In fact, the stimulation from her own hands was something that Alfira couldnât ignore.
While the mucus tentacle gently stimulated her skin, her own hands massaged her breasts intensely.
âHaah, haah!! Câc-cumming agaaaain!?â
âHuuuâha, hah⊠m⊠moooreââ
Fredericaâs intense panting and Satiaâs sweet whispers tickled Alfiraâs ears.
And more than anythingâ
âKuhâhaah⊠Nn, nuuâŠâ
She certainly heard her own heated sighs as well.
The pleasure from her urethraâs violation, the stimulation from her massaged chest, and the panting making its way to her ears. Each and every one of those aroused the woman named Alfira.
The two hands sheâd been using to try and catch the tentacle had, at some point, stopped at her breasts. Her thighs were rubbing against each other, unsatisfied.
Tears overflowed from her eyes as saliva overflowed from her parted lips.
(Shit, shitâfor me to⊠in a place like thisâŠ)
She cried out of regret, the tears flowing down her cheeks.
But her emotions were of no concern to the Black Ooze.
This slime was a monster after all. It didnât care about what humans felt. It giving them pleasureâthat was only to bring the mothers into peak condition.
The tentacle that had been violating her chest abruptly moved much more violently.
However, the female knight realized that it wasnât done in order to give her further pleasure.
Even after moving in a way that would certainly tempt a man, she wasnât able to escape the slimeâs goal.
Her clothes were ripped open from the inside.
With her thick clothes and tight shirt that had been binding her breasts out of the way, the slime was exposed to her eyes.
Not only did the tentacle become visible, but so did her slimy breasts which smelled of a woman in heat. They quivered, undulated, and showed off just how soft they were.
âY-you! âI will definitely⊠kill you!!â
âHer nipples. The things that should have been on her breasts were nowhere to be seen.
She had bountiful breasts, with slightly large areolaâbut she didnât have any nipples, just a horizontal line on each breast.
(I was seenâby a monsterâ!)
For Alfira, her chest was nothing other than a complexâshe had inverted nipples.
Even though it was a monster, she felt anger at someone else seeingâand sadness.
Although she had associated with several men, none of them were alright with Alfiraâs breasts.
For the female knight, she understood that her breasts were different from othersâ. And that hers werenât normal.
Menâs desired would cool after seeing her chest, never advancing beyond that. Thatâs why she only had a meager amount of knowledge concerning sex.
Usually, when seeing something different, people would be vigilant.
But that was simply just something people cared out. As far as the Black Ooze was concerned, it was trivial.
Now that Alfira was only wearing trousers, it extended a tentacle towards Alfiraâs chest.
Changing away from the manner it had been using thus far, it started massaging her chest gently, like how it did with Satia.
Her well-developed breasts changed shapes as it played with them, causing no small amount of slimy noises.
Seeing only her chest being used as a plaything, little-by-little, Alfira began to move her own waist. Even she hadnât realized that, however.
(My nipples, theyâreâ)
Throbbing. They throbbed. She was going to break. If this kept on, she felt that sheâd break.
That premonition filled Alfiraâs mind.
Although she was trying to hold on to the tentacle with her hands, it were made of mucus and she was therefore unable to restrain it. It just made another obscene, slimy sound.
The tentacle was treating her breasts like toys even as she was gripping on to it. Hidden within her breasts, her nipples were throbbing ever more strongly.
She kept trying to catch the tentacle despite not being able to hold on to it, causing her breathing to roughen further.
Her bodyâs sensitivity had increased after climaxing several times, so Alfira was currently aroused to a level sheâd never been before.
Why was she feeling this from a monster? Unable to even think the taboo, she felt worse than a wretched beast.
Monsters were the enemies of humanity. Humanity hunted monsters. That was the way of the world.
At the very least, Alfira would say that all of humanity other than the two being pleasured right before her were like that.
(Iâm notâlike⊠themâ)
Even if she was brought to climaxing by this monster, even if she felt pleasure, even if she was violated by itâshe was different.
Her thoughts were clouded.
Ignoring her intentions, her body convulsed and the inside of her chest grew pained.
Alfira knew this feeling. It was the sign of something that was engraved on her body this dayâthe sign she was about to cum.
She clenched her teeth, shut her eyes⊠and tried to stop panting.
Sheâs sitting like this. ReturnThe âgrossâ here holds the double meaning of âthis doesnât feel goodâ. While it means both, I couldnât exactly use the latter. Sheâs supposed to barely be able to speak at this point. However, please note that the following lines refer to the âthis doesnât feel goodâ meaning as well. Return