episode_0145

“Ugh, uhn…!!”

Erina strains, pushing her hips hard against him. She had tried to add more fat to her buttocks for a better feel, but it’s impossible. While sufficiently attractive, it’s only a minor regret, but the fact that she’s reached her limit is concerning. She used the power bestowed by the Goddess; there shouldn’t be any limits. It seems her training is still insufficient.

She must train harder, much harder.

‘Even so, anything bigger than this would be too much for me, even for me… I won’t make it any bigger, but… the method of control is the problem…’

Thump…, thump…!

Definitely, a weighty feeling. Like a succubus’s pussy, automatically contracting, the inner folds are moist but heavy. A weighty feeling like ramming into a large flesh doll. Even when she fought orcs, their size gave them weight, but with her superior physical ability, she could easily maintain her center of gravity.

“H-huh, huh…♡ K-kuht, th-this way… O, ooooh―♡”

“Ugh…♡ Cu-cut, cock, cock… Sp-spread it, spread it all over meeeeee…♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡”

The overwhelming size, the penetration itself stimulates her as a female, her womb reacts. Even if she doesn’t want it, no matter how much she doesn’t want it, instinct urges pregnancy. However, without a special skill, a human-demon hybrid is impossible. Pregnancy is possible, but it inevitably leads to a miscarriage. Similar to Titania’s case, but the demon race itself is practically antagonistic to all life forms, causing a rejection reaction at a genetic level.

“I’m cumming…! Thick, rich cum…♡ Into this female pussy, oh, ooooooh…!!!!!”

The climax-ridden hole contracts even tighter, causing the viscous semen to spill into her womb.

“Haah, haah…….”

Sweat soaks her entire body. She feels she’s used several times more energy than usual. She doesn’t have the strength to withdraw his cock; it remains plugged in, like a stopper, but so much spills out.

“U-huh, huh♡ Hoooot―♡”

The succubus savors the lingering pleasure of her climax, enjoying the semen filling her belly. The ultimate delicacy.

Pulling out his cock, it’s disgustingly sticky.

“Hoooou…. Mmm…….”

It feels icky to hide it so sticky like this inside her clothes.

Before her are breasts impossibly large.

“Excuse me….”

“What?”

Driven by instinct, she simply moves. Pressing against the cleft of her breasts that could swallow even a large cock, she rubs against them.

The warmth is just right, feeling good.

‘Aaah, more than a breast-job, it’s truly the feeling of a breast pussy…♡ If my body was in better shape, I might have just fucked her…♡’

A maternal, soft lump swallows it more gently than expected, filling her with happiness.

However, she knows continuing would disrupt her schedule, so she restrains herself. She rubs against them, simply wiping away the stickiness.

The large surface area makes for quite a decent wipe.

“…….”

Expecting resistance, she’s surprised by the willing embrace of her breasts.

“Thank you. These breasts… I’ll find a way. …Would you like a piece of fruit?”

“……Just a little.”

Sexual desire stimulating her appetite, her stomach demands food.

Unable to use her hands due to being bound, he feeds her. She chews happily. For a moment they share a pleasant atmosphere. A brief silence follows, revealing aspects of their relationship.

“We agreed to talk, right?”

“Uhn. What, what did you come here to say?”

The atmosphere has softened, but their underlying instincts remain. Her body instinctively recognizes the divine nun as a natural enemy.

Erina can’t help but sense that subtle tension. She wants to use her as a pussy, but she’s a demon that shouldn’t exist. Someday, she may have to deal with her. This conversation is the first step toward that.

“Your purpose… I mean.”

“…!”

Her reaction shows she didn’t expect that question. With every subtle movement, her breasts sway and tremble, still showing a poor center of gravity.

“Certainly, you were a demon god, right? I think you mentioned planning to resurrect. I want more details.”

Perhaps, just perhaps, removing the demonic energy could allow for coexistence.

“Resurrection, maybe not. It might be about being released from a seal.”

“…? That’s rather vague….”

“Well, we’re already a mess just being here in this time. …Yes, from your perspective it might be closer to summoning a goddess.”

She understands. If the situation was reversed, she would have likely done the same.

“You also want… a divine revelation…?”

“It’s not exactly a revelation. ‘Order’ is more appropriate.”

“Order or revelation, whatever it is, it means you’re making a request. Something left incomplete in the past… do you plan to finish it?”

Erina asks cautiously. She doesn’t know what happened in the past. She can only roughly guess from legends and scattered documents.

Even now, some historians and clergymen continue their research. They struggle with a period that seems to have been completely erased in the historical accounts.

Ironically, other parts of history are fairly well documented.

“What happened? The war with you? You started it.”

“…That’s impossible. The Goddess wouldn’t order a war.”

“Naive. Although, of course, we were also at fault. We understand that. Our mere existence corrupts the surroundings, but is that our fault?”

“…….”

She can’t answer. She understands the desire of beings to survive, that instinct, but she can’t deny it to her face. Even the words “it can’t be helped” sound like an order of death; that’s the reality.

“Surely, there’s a way for us to coexist.”

“As a demon, I can say for sure that’s impossible. Right now… I’m like this, but, given time, this cellar will become a den of monsters.”

Demonic energy is alien and unstable, contaminating its surroundings just by its presence. The countless monsters throughout the land are byproducts from the past when the demons ran rampant. The fact that their number remains unknown is proof of how dangerous they are.

It changes even non-living structures completely, so it naturally has a negative effect on humans too.

The sensation of demonic energy from a short while ago wasn’t pleasant at all.

“I think there is.”

“…And what are you going to do if there is?”

“……Wouldn’t it be nice if we could all live in peace?”

“Do people in this age have arrows shot through their heads? How easily have you all lived? Don’t you understand? You die, or we die. This is already decided. It’s like a destiny decided from birth.”

‘That’s not untrue… If peace was possible, we would have already joined hands long ago.’

Recently, in a short and clumsy battle,she came to understand that. It drains your spirit and stamina endlessly. And even now, the final fight awaits in a couple of days.

To continue such a war on a species level for decades is insane. It’s an act impossible without risking the survival of the entire race. So, if there was even a grain of possibility of reconciliation, the old holy war would have already ended.

Even the Goddess who showered people with hope, whether she knows, remains unknown.

I’m not daring to doubt her. Rather, the Goddess might want divine punishment for the demons. Only she knows her will. The Goddess statue will reveal the answer.

“Having such a serious discussion while… exposing those breasts… My bad. My true thoughts slipped out.”

“You’re the one who made me like this!!”

She finally regains her balance and stands up, but her eyes are drawn more to her breasts than her face. The immense weight prevents them from swaying.

“Anyway, I understand your feelings.”

“……After hearing all that, are you just going to leave?”

“Are you really asking me to kill you? Seriously? Are you talking based on your current state?”

Shame reddens her face. The desire to be killed came from shame, but this is a different kind of shame. Captured by a nun, her breasts modified, and now her information is being extracted for casual conversation. She feels worthless, treated so casually. Her kindness is deeply hurtful, boring into her will, breaking it.

“……Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it.”

“……It’ll be alright. It’ll be okay.”

Erina gives short encouragement, understanding it’s meaningless.

Her despair is palpable, and it pains her. She knows she’s an enemy but can’t leave her behind; this contradiction hurts her.

Pushing aside her pain; she must first finish this long battle. She needs to sleep before dawn. Tomorrow has its own schedule.

Sighing deeply, she returns to her room.