The Adventurers Who Fell

A loud voice, almost as though to drown out the poltergeists' moaning, echoed through the depths. However, even despite being at the top of her lungs, that overly coquettish voice didn't make it all the way to the entrance from the mine's innermost depths before fading away into the darkness.

Far within those depths, was a place where the ceiling had collapsed, allowing a shaft of sunlight to beam down on the hair of a blonde girl. Her hair's color had grown somewhat dull from dust after not bathing for a long time, but even with the stains and impurities, it still shined.

Both of her hands bound to the rock wall and her hair stuck against her skin due to sweat, the girl let out a seductive voice as she stuck out her well-shaped bottom—this girl was Frederica.

Behind her, contrasting the world's glimmering light with its murky and corrupted black slime, was the Black Ooze.

Pushing its tentacle into the standing girl, it continued ravaging her as though to lift her into the air from below.

"Hiin!—T-theeeere, so goood—!!"

Despite being pushed up so far that her heels no longer touched the ground, there wasn't so much as a hint of pain in her provocative moans.

On the contrary, it was that intense and yet she continued to thrust her hips.

Her rear was sent into spasms and she had to brace her legs despite being unable to put any strength into them. Even so, she continued frantically shaking her hips. Frederica's well endowed breasts shook up and down. Even though they weren't being massaged by the tentacles, she felt pleasure from the swaying motion alone.

"Fu-ah—aaahn!? A, ma, zi—!!"

The slime knew that she had reached her climax, but its tentacle continued to violate Frederica without lessening its intensity.

Plunging into her vagina and poking against the opening to her womb, it suddenly began to stimulate the area around its entrance. Frederica wasn't able to endure the pleasure and started to collapse, but the tentacle didn't allow her to.

With a tentacle drilling into her vagina playing the role of a pole, all of that force inevitably pushed against her insides, concentrated at the entrance to her womb, each painful impact assaulting it.

"St… st-sto…"

Only her mouth. She pleaded for rest while shedding tears and drool, yet her hips still hadn't ceased their thrusting.

Desperately trying to hold her body up with her own legs—legs shaking from her climax's intense aftershocks—she continued to shake her hips in complete disregard for the words coming from her mouth.

By this point, she didn't have those disgusted feelings she'd had her first time being violated by it.

By intentionally denying it with her mouth, she felt a masochistic pleasure.

"Agaaain—aaaaun~!? Diiiick!!"

Each time she came, the time it took for her next climax shortened.

Her breathing was shallow, quick, and heated. She'd long done away with thoughts like holding back her panting.

Even while raising her voice to the point her throat almost gave out, she continued to thrust her hips.

Her hair was disheveled and her breasts shook up and down fervently and she used all the strength she had to grip the surface of the rock wall with her hands. Enduring her relentless climaxes even while her body was exhausted, her waist quaked from being unable to withstand the violent assault on her womb.

It wasn't that long and intense climaxes broke Frederica, no, it was the quick, incessant ones that forever ravished her. Her vaginal spasms clamped down on the slime's tentacle, but as the tentacle wasn't something that needed to be a fixed size and was covered with viscous liquid, it rubbed against the her weak spots.

"C-cummi—st… stahp…!"

She pleaded it desperately. Over and over, she'd begged the abominable monster to stop.

It didn't.

Treated as an object by the slime and ravished like a tool, the woman took no notice of herself and indulged in how ludicrously good the sex felt to her.

Her thoughts were clouded by the pleasure, drenched in it. She had turned into a plaything that thought of nothing but pleasure. The proud, willful mage had long since broken. Now that she'd tasted what it was to have sex with a monster and be loved by its tentacles, a human wouldn't be enough for her anymore.

At this point, she was little more than a beast. A beast that walked on two legs and pretended to be a human.

A person that humped a vulgar monster like a slime on their own was enough of a beast for anyone to see it as such.

Even so, for Frederica, that was fine.

As long as this slime gave her this pleasure that she would absolutely never have the chance to savour from a human man, she would give her body to it.

She had stumbled upon supreme satisfaction.

"There, deeper—theeeeeeere!!"

A mere two weeks passing since the first time she was first raped, the woman, having grown addicted to the pleasure, continued thrusting her hips.

Telling the slime her weak points herself, guiding it with her thrusts—

"Hyaahn!?"

Letting out a hysteric sound, her back arched and stiffened.

She had relished the feeling of her womb being pounded against the entire time.

However, just now was different. She opened her eyes wide, thrust her tongue out of her mouth and dug her nails into the rock face.

Yet with all that, her body, something that had been repeatedly softened from the absolute pleasure, was unable to endure this sensation of a foreign substance entering this deep into her for the first time and froze up.

"Wh—t… what—-"

The tentacle had turned into a liquid state and poured into her womb before once again turning back into a tentacle, licking against the inside of her womb.

Her body was surprised from this sort of sexual stimulation it had never felt before. Before pleasure, fear invaded her mind.

"There, nooo… that place is, sto—hiiin!?"

The tentacle that had moved into her womb resumed moving in and out as it had been doing up till now.

But this was a totally different sensation than it had been so far. The opening to her womb clamped down against the tentacles regardless of what she herself wanted to say about it. That feeling caused Frederica's mind to once again be driven into a corner.

"Hiin!? Hahn, ah—hahiiin!!"

Screaming much like a dog, Frederica was toyed with. She had grown accustomed to being subjected to the slime's tormenting sex and somehow even enjoyed it. She enjoyed being at the mercy of the tentacles' force.

What was worse was that her knees weren't able to endure this torture, giving out and pushing the tentacle even farther inside.

Her wide-open eyes shook, and despite being opened so wide, she couldn't see anything. Although her mind was cleared from the pain, her eagerly moving waist didn't listen to her.

Both hands gripping onto the wall for dear life and trembling legs opened to shoulder width—

"Wai—, please waaaaaait!!"

However, not paying any mind to Frederica's circumstances, its tentacles didn't stop tormenting her womb.

"Stop wiggling! Don't puuuush!! Strong, it's so stroooong!!"

Tasting the wall, her deepest interior was thrust into by its hard, hot tentacle.

Not used to the feeling, She tried enduring the violent sensation that was half a step into being pain while screaming.

Her overflowing tears didn't end, her drool spilling onto and smearing over her breasts. However, she didn't have the luxury of having a chance to worry about things like that as she tried to stay upright on her own two feet.

Slipping around on the slime's mucus, she trembled like a newborn beast.

"No—nnn!?"

She was sore, hurting, and in pain.

However—

"—n't, ta… can't take, it…"

Obscene juices pouring from her vagina, she shook her bottom as though to ask for more stimulation.

It's unknown whether her body was begging for more stimulation or whether she begging for the pain to lessen.

Still… the slime didn't care about Frederica, it simply continued to torment her womb.

Pushing, squishing, spreading her womb, making it softer. It was altering the woman's most important place. So that even this would be pleasurable, it would slowly and deliberately continue. Even if she cried, screamed, fainted, or slept… even if she pleaded and begged to be spared.

By this monster, mankind's enemy… by this existence that wasn't even a human man… by this lovely thing that broke her…

She'd engraved that she wouldn't be able to live without this slime anymore into her soul.

The Black Ooze would simply continue to ravish Frederica forever.

"Ah… hiu…"

She'd felt despair countless times. Relaxing her gripping hands, she tried to fall.

It caused her womb to be stretched further, but Frederica was powerless against to stop it.

She couldn't bear it. The woman was forced to understand that she couldn't possibly endure such an inhuman torture. That fact was carved in the woman named Frederica's heart, in her very soul.

Even that despair turned into pleasure as the falling Frederica's waist was propped up by tentacles so that she wouldn't fall.

"Plea… please…"

Frederica knew that it wouldn't spare her from mere words.

This time, she was placed on all fours.

Positioned like an animal, her womb that was even now being kneaded from within grew hot.

She recalled the first time she was violated by it.

Her freedom had been taken from her by the paralytic poison and it kept bringing her to her climax just by her prided chest. It kept making her cum even if she pleaded.

Not caring about what she felt, it simply continued violating, violating, and violating.

It kept going even when Frederica reached her limit, raping her nonstop and causing her to wake from cumming.

"Hiiii…"

Resembling a scream, it was her anticipation.

Frederica's consciousness was fading, but even like that, she knew deep down that she would still be raped.

And that this time, a woman's most important place, the sacred area that nurtures babies, would be the thing being violated. Like the first time and like everything up till this point, until the slime was satisfied, it would happen over and over. Disregarding her feelings, even if she climaxed, even if she fainted… even if she broke, it wouldn't let her go.

"Afu… nn…"

Her waist, propped up by the tentacle inside her, went into many small spasms. Frederica was exciting herself simply through her own wild imagination.

In that way, while twitching, while in pain, she weakly shook her hips. It was weak, but as her rocking exposed even her anus, it was a salacious invitation.

"Stoooop… already…"

Tears, sweat, saliva, a running noze… every sort of body fluid dripped onto the Black Ooze's liquids. New tentacles rose up and wrapped around her dangling breasts.

Squeezing while massaging them, the tentacles rubbed her hardened nipples.

(Those are… nipples are… noooo…)

In stark contrast to her thoughts, Frederica's expression was clouded by lust.

Her lips curved into a smile and her previously wide-open eyes shut, wettened by tears.

Pain accompanied her humiliation, but Frederica, who wound up desiring it herself, held no more doubts.

"That's—that's the place for a babyyyy—"

In other words, the woman begged it.

—So please, rape me.

After what had happened, it was clear that the pleasure was enough to cause her mind to crumble.

Satia was lying in a bed of mucus at a spot a small distance away from Frederica, who was being raped with a voice strong enough to make one wonder whether it was trying to break her body along with her mind.

She received the exact opposite. She was refined with gentle… ever so gentle caresses.

Without anything to cover her body as she lied on her back, her erect nipples that had already grown into the size of tootsie rolls were smeared with mucus, reflecting the small amount of sunlight that shone into the cave.

Her budding breasts were groped in a manner such that it wouldn't be painful, gradually turning into a sexual stimulation.

Neither of her hands were restrained as she endured the gentle stimulation by clutching her mucus bedding.

"Hooo… hoo…"

Drool spilling from her tightly closed mouth, Satia's heavy nasal breathing told the slime that its activities were causing her to pant.

Her smooth stomach rose and fell relentlessly, her thin waist moving left and right.

Despite moving her bottom against the mucus bedding, the sensation was so light that she couldn't stimulate herself further from it.

Though even so, Satia's body that could be called unsuited for her age had wound up begging for more extreme excitement in any way possible.

"Goshujin-samaaa… I am, Satia is—"

After the girl's virginity was given to Alfred, when her beloved had had his sperm stolen away by the slime, Satia's mind broke completely.

Recognizing the slime that had eaten and digested her beloved as her dear Goshujin-sama, what she saw wasn't a black ooze, but Alfred.

To her, the slime's tentacles appeared as Alfred's hand, finger, or even his penis. Her whole body was licked by the mucus, his tongue. Her whole body was caressed by an infinite number of his hands. She mistook the gentle caresses that took her frail body into consideration for Alfred's loving touch.

Like this—Satia's body had avoided the matter of his death. No, it might not be wrong to say that the black ooze was Alfred.

Alfred's experiences and knowledge truly were alive inside the black ooze. It also knew what kind of mage Satia was, as well as what the man had felt towards her.

The reason behind being so gentle towards her likely wasn't the slime's intention… so much as Alfred's.

However, it hadn't intended to treat this mage too intensely even if that weren't the case. Her body was small and was correspondingly fragile.

She would be treated as Frederica was after growing up some more.

"Mmm! … Hah, unnn…"

Quite like a massage, it continued rubbing her small breasts, her soft belly, her tender arms, and her thin legs.

Sliding around due to the mucus, she glided back and forth on the slime bed. Her silvery hair that had been put up into a pony tail on the left side of her head clung to her cheeks and was nibbled by her lips.

Reminiscent of a doll, her beautiful face had its eyes closed tightly as though to withstand something. Despite her heartrending expression appearing as though she was begging for pleasure, the black ooze simply continued on with massaging her without feeling anything in the least.

The tentacles massaging her arms moved to her armpits, the ones massaging her calves to her thighs. The tentacles rubbing her breasts moved as though to be affectionate, the ones stroking her stomach moved as though to poke at her tiny navel.

"… Kuun."

The stimulation had gotten a little stronger, but it was still absolutely not enough to bring her to climaxing.

But to do it with her own fingers… that was too shameful for the girl. Her white cheeks blushed a bright red, the girl kept her eyes closed as though to show some resistance to her maliciously playful Goshujin-sama.

Her mind lacking information from her eyes, she could hear the sound of the slime's mucus rubbing over her and feel the tentacles' soft caress quite clearly.

Moreover, Frederica's fervently coquettish voice as she was being violated ever more intensely reached Satia's ears.

She was envious of her.

"H-hooonnn—-unnn…"

(Maybe…)

She tried to close her mouth that had somehow or another made its way open, but she couldn't find the energy to.

When she bit her left hand's finger, the saliva that had accumulated in her mouth ended up drizzling out. With a painful looking expression, like she was enduring something, her breathing roughened.

She wasn't sure of what she ought to do with her right hand, so she moved it back and forth in the area between her crotch and the mucus bedding.

"Hah… Nn, uu."

She bit her finger strongly enough to leave marks behind on it. Not to the point of feeling pain, but it was just enough stimulation to clear her thoughts a little.

Her small body was being massaged gently, being softened. To Satia, the gentle pleasure felt like she was melting. After biting her finger so hard with her teeth, she'd lost all her strength.

"Goshujin-sama, Goshujin-sama…"

Calling out his name over and over, she continued swallowing back the ever-accumulating saliva in her mouth. Her limbs slowly memorized the sexual stimulation despite the warm, viscous liquid covering her.

Her legs both trembling countless times, she placed a tentacle farther towards her inner thigh in want for a more forceful stimulation.

"Hah, s-sorry—!"

One of the tentacles among those taking care of her thighs continued upwards.

Despite the girl being a virgin until just a few days before, despite not even being touched yet, that area was twitching all on its own.

Anticipating the oncoming stimulation, Satia bit down her finger yet again. Pleasure unobtainable with her fingers, the tentacles had brought her body to climaxing a vast number of times within the mine's darkness. While sandwiched between her inner thighs, it touched her vagina.

"—Hyaan!?"

The stimulation strong enough to cause her eyes to open, her tiny body splashed in the mucus.

Her genitals were being stimulated even while it was sandwiched by her thighs. The slow yet steady sexual thrill caused her impatient body to react.

Not listening to her, her waist moved forwards and back, her shoulders quivering each time. She bit down on her finger hard enough to feel pain. Her right hand gripped onto the tentacle that was moving up and down along her crotch, rather than the bedding.

It looked entirely like a cock, but she didn't realize that due to her eyes being closed once again.

Matching the rhythm of Satia's waist, it moved forward and back, causing her to get drunk from the pleasure.

"Huuu… huu…"

Her breathing was deep and rough as she endured the sexual bliss.

Unlike Frederica, her body that had still not cummed was broiling in a licentious heat, reddening her whole body.

"Good… so… good…"

Causing ever more obscene sounds to echo through the cave, the girl moved her waist as though to invite the tentacle inside.

However, even so, she wasn't given a stimulation strong enough to bring her to a climax. Even with Satia in a state such as this, the slime would continue to gently loosen her up so that her body wouldn't be ruined.

She felt frustrated and impatient, but asking for it herself was just too embarrassing.

Despite her body being small, her obscene actions of requesting further stimulation gave the feeling that she had fallen from grace.

Not reaching a climax, Satia, the doll-like mage, was becoming more and more impatient.

Neither her nipples nor her clitoris has been touched, yet her body was excited. The mage, only knowing the caress of her own fingers and the violent tentacles, she pressed back against the tentacle with her vagina, unable to stand the building heat.

"Aah, goood—!"

Although she herself had only intended to press against it a little, she ended up letting out a lewd voice from the stimulation being stronger than she expected.

Her waist trembling, Satia's spine arched backwards. Even so, it wasn't enough. It still wasn't enough to bring her to climaxing.

After feeling such a strong thrill, her next action was quick.

Her body still curved into an arch, she pushed out her crotch so that the tentacle would press against it even more strongly.

She did it even more forcibly than before, but—

"Ah… wh… y?"

This time, the tentacles stopped moving.

The mucus made sounds as her hips moved back and forth across it, but the girl's crude movements left her unsatisfied.

However, the tentacles still wouldn't move. Was it angry from Satia moving on her own accord? Or was it intending for this from the start? Either way, it didn't move.

Satia's cheeks were blushing from the embarrassment. Even though it was so embarrassing—

"P-please don't tease me… Goshujin-sama."

Casting her eyes down in embarrassment, she ended up caving and begging for it.

That alone was enough to cause the tentacles to resume, but Satia had to hide her face with both of her hands due to the shame.

"H-ah—good, it feels so goood, Goshujin-samaaa!"

The tentacle's momentum increasing as it moved back and force, it stimulated not only her vagina but her clitoris, still protected by her hood, as well.

Finally receiving her eagerly anticipated stimulation, her shame was instantly blown away as she let out moans filled with pleasure.

She pushed her waist out farther to obtain an even greater pleasure.

Her clitoris being her greatest weak point, Satia had already succumb to the pleasure and was gifted with more than enough of it.

"Uuun—there, there!"

The mouth that had once desperately attempt to hold in her moans now told the slime how she felt all on its own.

She moved her waist back and forth, pushing her clitoris against the tentacle.

A budding excitement formed in her depths as her front-to-back motions and clit-pressing motion overlapped. Satia's mouth unknowingly slacked open.

Her right hand gripped onto the tentacle that slid along her vagina, moving as though to give it a crude hand job.

Relying on her knowledge, she used her slender, doll-like fingers to grasp the soft, adult male member-sized tentacle and move up and down along it.

The tentacle likely had no sense of feeling, but Satia, unaware of that, kept repeating the motion.

Continuing with that for a while, the girl's feeling of pleasure heightened as though she were masturbating with the tentacle.

Suddenly, a moan much like a scream reached Satia's ears. It was Frederica.

She'd heard her the whole time, but she hadn't paid her any attention due to losing herself in ecstasy, however—

"Ah…"

When she looked towards the direction of the girl's voice, she saw a girl on all fours being drilled mercilessly from behind.

Satia didn't know her name. This girl might even be the one named Frederica, the one she came to find.

However, she didn't care about things like names anymore.

(Wow…)

She was being taken from behind so forcefully. Her starkly massive breasts were kneaded in a way that Satia's could never be. Her tongue hung out of her mouth as she continued to gasp for air.

She couldn't help but be envious of the woman. She was being used even more forcibly than prostitutes could handle.

Seeing her desire to be taken harder, practically to the point of breaking… the budding flame in her roared into excitement, her womb throbbing.

If she begged to be taken as forcibly as her, what would happen?

Nipples and clit worked hard, vagina penetrated all the way into her womb—

Imagining that…

"A-ahhh—"

Her genitals and clit being handled, she reached a small, inadequate climax.

Her thrusting motions finally sending her into what she had been wishing for, yet it simply wasn't enough.

More, she wanted more—

"Aah…"

It wasn't taking Satia's desires into account, but it did spread the girl's thin legs open.

Her legs, wet from both her own sweat and the slime's mucus, were plenty obscene.

However, farther in—her insides. Glimmering wet, there was a place fully prepared to welcome a certain thing, trembling as though to usher it in.

Remembering the way Frederica was being treated, she wholly anticipated what was about to happen.

Spreading her legs and holding her in a position much like one might do when training a child on how to go to the bathroom, it suddenly appeared as though it wanted a better view of the process and hoisted her body into the air.

"… Ah."

The girl was always expressionless like a doll in Alfred's memories, but right now, her face lit up in anticipation.

What was about to be done to her?

Raped, penetrated, handled roughly—impregnated.

She forced her eyes closed to withstand the pleasure, her excited expression already vanishing. Continuing on, the slime slowly began to loosen the entrance to her womb while stimulating her vagina.

"Hiii—nnn… so goo—…"

Her tiny body couldn't hold up against the pleasure.

Her doll-like limbs trembled from the acute pleasure, her hips springing forward.

Those movements caused her vagina to be stimulated that much more strongly, giving her an even stronger stimulation.

Her whole body started trembling, those very trembles turning into a stimulation all their own.

"G-good—gooooood!"

Her quiet voice gradually increasing, her whole body convulsed. It happened once, twice, but even so, it wasn't enough.

Over and over did her hips lunge forward, her tentacle-laden vagina's juices dripping in anticipation. Even with that, the tentacle didn't stop teasing her entrance.

Once the Black Ooze had decided to have Satia cum over and over, there was no stopping it. Things like alternatives or choices didn't exist.

"Ama—amazing—nn, noo—"

She grabbed onto the tentacle that continued tormenting her vagina, but that wasn't enough to have it stop.

To start with, that tentacle was only using its tip to stimulate her. Still holding on to the tentacle, she came once again.

Her waist trembled as love juices started coming from her uterus.

—Even so, the tentacles didn't stop.

It continued teasing her, tormenting her tightly shut opening, loosening it.

Even so, the tentacles didn't stop.

Her waist trembled, her juices spilled.

Even so.

The strength in her hands grabbing on to the tentacles weakened as her lovely face warped in lust.

Even so—

"Th-at's… for babies, don't tease iiiiit."

She knew that teasing that place would definitely give her amazing stimulation.

Her sacred place teased, her shameful juices continued to overflow as she started drooling.

Unable to endure the pleasure, she came over and over.

And then—

"Haah, haah—ehhhh?"

At last, a narrow tentacle barely the size of a pinky made its way through the entrance of her opening womb.

Inside was a place that no one had ever been before—not even Alfred.

The tentacle penetrated her.

Curling her body forward, Satia attempted to withstand the surging waves of pleasure that coursed through her body with everything she had.

Even though she put up so much effort, her mouth opened up and started panting. Her tongue sluggishly found its way out of her mouth, dripping saliva onto breasts.

Her eyes clouded over in lust, she couldn't even particularly understand what she saw anymore—yet despite that, her expression was relaxed, looking almost… happy.

 

*

 

"A-amaziiiing!?—I-I didn't know, it went so deeeeeep!?"

"Hah, nnn—wha… what, w-weeeeird… nnuuu!"

Two voices gasping for air could be heard in the cave.

They were from Frederica and Satia.

The obscene sounds coming from those two mages echoed throughout the cave, even drowning out the Poltergeists' moaning.

It was impossible for them to hold up against the ludicrous pleasure of having their wombs ravished.

Their greatest depths violated, the two climaxed countless times.

Even so, their bodies kept trembling, unable to rest.

All that could be seen was the sight of two humans being raped by a monster. They no longer held something so human-like as dignity or pride.

They no longer uttered words of refusal or anything of the sort. They merely let out their voice as they were raped and moved their bodies as they were prodded.

Frederica—who had experienced pain from the feeling of having her womb penetrated just some time before—had developed to the point that she could get off from the pleasant stimulation of having her womb ravished.

Satia—who had felt shame in having sex with her Goshujin-sama—let out all sorts of moans as she was teased, continuing to climax.

"T-there—ahhh… noo~"

"Goshujin-sama, Goshujin-samaaa…"

The women's bodies shook yet again.

Despite climaxing, the tentacles' torment never ceased.

Never stopping this whole time, it likely never would.

As far as the slime was concerned, these two were, in the end… nothing but surrogate mothers for monsters.

"It came out!? W-what!? Eh, wh—aaaaahn!?"

"F-fuahhh—it's out, Alfred-samaaaa's…"

Satia's whisper was drowned out by Frederica's shout.

But even so, that shout immediately turned back into a coquettish exclamation.

Now that the Demon King was defeated, the number of monsters could not increase.

Therefore, monsters were being systematically eradicated.

However—what would happen if a slime with the ability to produce children appeared?

The end of the world.

The world still hadn't realized that—laying in wait in the farthest depths of a certain cave—a monster had been born.