Purgatory (10)

• Gulp.

I swallowed, seeing the divine power emanating from his hand.

It’s not enough. Shuriel seemed to think it was sufficient, but it was far from enough to suppress the pain.

“J-Just a moment-“

A death cry echoed, and Shuriel exerted his power.

• Swooosh…

“Hagiik-?!”

My back arched. It felt like my body was overloaded. My vision went white, and I couldn’t see anything. In an instant, all my senses broke down, and I felt nothing but pleasure.

Is this what it feels like to bite down on a power line while holding water in your mouth? No, it was even more intense pain than that.

• Thud.

I convulsed like a frog electrocuted and collapsed. My bra, scraped against the railing, snapped with a tuk, and my nipples, raised to the extreme, spewed out breast milk incessantly, and more than usual.

It was more than when I was trapped in a barrel with my limbs cut off. It flowed like turning on a faucet, staining the floor.

• Dripping…

It wasn’t just breast milk that flowed. My face, distorted with pain and pleasure beyond limits, poured out crimson blood from my nose.

Soon, my face went blank. The red liquid that flowed between my breasts passed my navel and crotch, mixing with the vaginal fluid flowing down my thighs.

“Woo, heh, heh…”

This damn body of mine faithfully reacted even to pain that transcended limits, creating pleasure.

My face, grotesquely and vulgarly distorted, was ‘happiness’ itself. It was a face that no one would think was feeling pain.

Of course, Shuriel didn’t realize how desperate I was.

“Hi, hik, sob, heh-heuk?”

Vaginal fluid dripped endlessly from my trembling legs. The underwear I deliberately wore loosely was soaked with vaginal fluid and slipped down, stopping on my thighs. Vaginal fluid stretched between my tightly closed pussy and the scrap of fabric.

“He, ik, hi…”

• Thump.

I fell backward.

It meant Shuriel had let go.

I don’t know why he stopped pulling out the Holy Iron, but if he thought my pleasure would stop, he was mistaken.

Because the Holy Iron began to enter again. Deeply, to suppress and destroy the Demon King’s magic power sleeping deep down.

“Woo, heh… sob, i, hik…”

I arched my back to the point of breaking, spewing out vaginal fluid and breast milk. The vaginal fluid flew in an arc, staining Shuriel’s feet. But my face, dirtied even more than that, didn’t think of turning back.

“Hi… he…”

I repeatedly opened and closed my mouth in a circle. I peed as I clenched and unclenched my legs due to the extreme repulsion.

When everything was over, I remembered nothing. I was just happy. Endless happiness and pleasure remained, piercing my whole body, and only the bitter taste and smell of the dripping blood from my nose stimulated my head.

“Woo… ah?”

My trembling hands lost their way and flailed for a while.

• Grasp.

It was a thick, calloused hand that grabbed my hand.

• Whoosh!

The hand grabbed me and pulled me up.

I literally flew up. My body lurched forward. But I didn’t hit the floor.

• Plop.

Because I fell against Shuriel’s chest. I drooled, burying my head in the familiar and pleasant scent.

“Eh, woo…”

“So, at the Holy See, when you pull this out, you have to show this kind of-eum, ahem. This kind of appearance?”

“This smell… good smell…”

“I’m going crazy.”

I smelled him in a daze. The more I smelled, the hotter my chest and uterus became, and I felt like my pleasure was amplified.

“Postponed.”

“Eueh…?”

“I’m afraid that if I pull it out now, I won’t be able to sortie and will stay up all night.”

I couldn’t hear well. I breathed softly and melted in his arms.

“How long are you going to be like that?”

“Ueeee…”

“Tsk.”

Shuriel clicked his tongue and grabbed my waist. My feet left the floor. I had the illusion of floating-no, it wasn’t an illusion. I was being held by Shuriel.

• Whoosh!

And, he threw me.

“Kyaeuk?!”

A soft sensation wrapped around my back.

The place I was thrown was the bed.

“If I left you alone, you’d be like that until before the sortie.”

“Eh, ah?”

“I’ll calm you down.”

• Thud.

The sound of something falling to the floor. And the strong scent of a male wafting. I got up and knelt on the bed. It was an instinctive act. A feeling that I had to do this.

Following the scent of a male spreading in the darkness, I saw a faint object. Shuriel. A strong male approaching me. A male who would dominate me and conquer me.

“Ah, ah…”

I felt divine power.

My brain, not yet free from pain and pleasure, recognized it as an object of ‘submission’.

My body, being eroded by magic power, began to obey the divine power in front of me on its own.

• Zzzing…

Even the Holy Iron embedded in my eye revered the divine power in front of me. The Holy Iron, reacting to the divine power, rattled and heated up my body.

I drooled with a trembling face.

He was coming. The object I had to obey and serve was slowly approaching.

“…Hoo, eu.”

A long object pricked my nose. I forgot to even breathe and stared at the ‘weapon’ in front of me.

Soon, when I started breathing again.

“Woo, heu…”

I melted.

I opened my mouth with a happy face. The thick object of a male, filling my small mouth, pricked and scratched my palate and began to enter deep into my throat.

“Wooeup, eup…”

I grabbed the pillar I couldn’t swallow with both hands. The pillar, covered in saliva, was very hot. I held the cock in front of me tightly as if it were precious and slowly moved my mouth.

His cock entered inside. I didn’t forget to roll my tongue even as I put it so deeply that my throat swelled with his cock. I had to satisfy the male in front of me without even breathing. The service, prioritized over the instinct to survive, sufficiently satisfied his cock.

Before I knew it, the cock, covered in saliva, couldn’t stand the tightness of my throat and signaled the prelude to ejaculation. Shuriel, who poured out his precum as if ejaculating, suddenly grabbed the back of my head.

“Oop, hup…”

I closed my eyes tightly with a happy look. And a few seconds later, it poured out. The white and viscous liquids flowing into my throat poured straight into my stomach, filling my belly.

My belly swelled with semen. My belly swelled like a person who had drunk a lot of water. However, my belly, swollen like the early stages of pregnancy, didn’t end with an illusion but caused changes in my body. My endlessly lewd body discharged an egg on its own. Or… it might be a silent request to make the illusion a reality.

• Trickle…

An uncontrollable amount of vaginal fluid flowed between my kneeling legs. The bed sheet, already exceeding its limit, became damp and the vaginal fluid pooled and flowed down.

“Hup, gulp…. Heup…”

After filling my belly with semen, I carefully pulled out his cock. I sucked it so that not a single drop of semen remained on the pillar. After pulling out his cock completely, I naturally kissed his glans. It was an excellent action to show obedience to the male.

“Chuuup… hueup, heut…”

After finishing the kiss of obedience, I groaned to swallow the regurgitating semen back.

“Gulp… heup…”

I lifted my head and swallowed repeatedly. I used methods such as puffing out my chest and holding my breath, but in the first place, this small stomach couldn’t hold all this semen.

Eventually, I covered my mouth with a slightly disgusted face. The milky white liquid kept leaking from between the fingers covering my mouth.

“Heup…?”

But when I lowered my eyes and looked at the cock that had violated my throat, it was much bigger than before.

“…Hic.”

My belly, unnaturally swollen with my small frame, looked like I was really pregnant, causing a dirty sense of immorality. In addition, the sight of me trying not to vomit the semen further fueled his excitement.

• Squeeze!

“Heup?!”

Shuriel suddenly grabbed my hair. I lost my grip due to the sudden shock and pain, and I had no choice but to let out the regurgitating semen as it was.

“Oop, wooeup…”

• Thud.

But before I could vomit all the semen, my head hit the bed sheet. Shuriel turned my body into a rear-entry position.

“Eup, eup…!”

I lifted my head to breathe, but it didn’t work at all. Rather, the semen regurgitated from my stomach flowed through the slightly open gap and covered my nose, making it even more difficult to breathe.

Whether I struggled because I couldn’t breathe or not, I felt a hot pillar between my butt cheeks.

“Heup, hik. Hup…”

Unconsciously, I lifted my waist and spread my legs. I spewed out more vaginal fluid to make it easier for his cock to enter. My uterus had already come down to its limit and finished preparing to receive his cock.

Ironically, and as always, when death was near, or when I was being handled like this at will, my body changed accordingly.

It was because my body realized that it was finally being ‘used’ for the right purpose. Obedience. Service. Being used like a toy. Being handled regardless of my will. No matter how many times I repeated the reconstruction, I couldn’t reverse even what I was unconsciously wishing for.

• Squeezing…

The unwelcome guest, forcibly opening the tightly closed crevice, invaded inside as if familiar.

“Eu, hik…”

And once again, I realized. I wasn’t the owner of this body. As soon as his cock entered, it naturally loosened and tightened as if welcoming its owner.

It wasn’t an unwelcome guest. It was just the landlord coming home. The cock, finding the place it should be, wriggled and pierced the tightening vaginal walls and reached the uterus.

“O, oheuk…”

It even pierced the cervix and knocked on the ceiling of the uterus, putting pressure on it. I gagged at the huge size that even pushed my internal organs. The semen filling my stomach began to regurgitate again.

“Wooeuk… kkeup…”

• Squish, squish…

More semen poured out each time he pierced my uterus. Even the faint breath I had been taking was sealed.

I could only send a meager bubble of air onto the semen pooled under my face. A round bubble formed on the semen and then burst with a peong. But this small sound was far from enough to divert Shuriel’s attention.

My face turned blue. But I had done asphyxiation play countless times to the point where it didn’t even tickle, and it was the same now, so my survival instinct didn’t kick in.

For now.

If I wanted to live, I had no choice but to tighten my pussy. It was truly miserable, but this was reality. If I couldn’t elicit a quick ejaculation, I would suffocate and die.

To think that my body would change in the direction of tightening my pussy to survive. As I became aware of this miserable reality, my body began to get even more excited.

• Squeeze!

Shuriel, satisfied with the increasingly strong tightening, moved his waist anxiously. The piston movement, intensifying in proportion to the tightening, pushed my stomach endlessly, but since my face was submerged, it didn’t matter how much more it regurgitated. Tightening even harder to induce ejaculation was the best I could do.

But Shuriel didn’t know how to be satisfied. In this respect, he became endlessly aristocratic, boldly revealing his greed.

• Squeeze!

He grabbed my hair and lifted it. The face, covered in semen, had white liquid flowing down without covering my mouth and nose.

“Kup, keuk, heup…”

The semen that couldn’t come out of my mouth regurgitated. I took a faint breath with a blue face, but each time I inhaled again, the remaining semen came in and interfered with my breathing.

However, it wasn’t something Shuriel needed to worry about.

“Euekup, keup… woo, eh…?”

I made a small babble with my head lifted. It meant what the hell are you going to do.

Of course, it wasn’t conveyed. Shuriel ignored me and reached out his hand.

“…Woo, ah.”

To the handle connected to my left eye.