The Female Knights' Fate

Walking down a stone corridor, Fiana's chest sprung up and down.

Unlike her resplendent face, the way she walked as a mere knight was overly plain.

The corridor had no paintings, expensive furniture or the like to decorate it, instead having naught but cold, plain stones. Even so, Fiana's steps were light.

Walking at a speed that could possibly be considered a brisk pace, her rich breasts and buttocks shook under her clothes. It was only a slight shaking, but even despite them both being covered by her undergarments, it was impossible to conceal her abundant charm that could only end up making itself known to those in her surroundings.

The temptation wafting from her stirred up feelings of jealousy and envy from her fellow female colleagues and evil desires from her male colleagues.

Fiana's charm was amplified by her current undulations.

Walking faster than usual, a thin sheen of sweat moistened her white clothing, allowing the outline of her underwear along with a trace of her skin color to be seen from the outside.

Strangely, Fiana held no doubts about her current attire.

Although she would usually wear her thick knight outfit, she was currently only wearing some rather thin clothing under her armor.

She truly was meant to formally wear thick clothing under her armor, but had decided to wear a thin outfit because it was getting about time for it to be stuffy inside her armor.

It was also similar for her underwear. She was wearing ones meant for a woman, not for a knight, and paid attention to both what it did and what it looked like. If forced to say one way or another, she'd been somewhat restrained in her choices until recently. This was Fiana having a slight enjoyment for herself.

As a knight, she'd trained her skill with a sword and diligently studied magical techniques so that should could protect the king and the nation's people.

—There was some amount of personal enjoyment from this as well, however. She was a famous woman lauded by the populous to be a flawless knight, after all.

Walking down the corridor, Fiana saw a man's face pop out from around a bend in the path ahead of her.

Seeing his face, Fiana's expression visibly loosened.

However, she immediately stopped walking and cleared her throat once she noticed her own change. Closing her eyes to reign in her emotions, she shoved everything out from her mind for a few moments.

"Yo, Fiana."

Yet even with all her efforts, it all came to nothing with his few words.

The heart hidden behind her rich breasts leapt, a slight crimson tint appearing on her cheeks. When she opened her eyes, her usually dignified eyes had clouded somewhat just by his voice alone.

"Something wrong?"

"Ah, no."

The voice's owner stepped over to Fiana's side.

As a woman, Fiana was short enough to have to gaze up at him. Up at his blonde hair that looked as precious as any jewel and at his chiseled body… and at the proof that he was of the same race as her, his tapered ears. His expression as he looked at Fiana was gentle, as it had always been.

Stared at by him, Fiana felt a pain in her chest.

Although she had the willpower of a woman that had grown into adulthood, the long-lived elves were far removed from the concept of change.

She'd harbored her feelings for a rather long time and her body had already grown up by the time she'd realized those feelings.

As an elf, Fiana's body in particular had become increasingly sensual. By hearing his voice alone, her heart throbbed, her chest ached, and her face blushed.

She was both a mature woman and an innocent young girl. Being both, even while her body slowly heated up, Fiana merely smiled slightly, perfectly mirroring the man's smile.

"Did something happen—, —?"

Her voice got caught in her throat when she tried to say her crush's name.

Even though she definitely remembered it, it wouldn't come out.

He was the first man who Fiana had associated herself with. With his ears tapered into a point in the same way as Fiana's, it was obvious that he was an elf at a glance.

Born in the same forest, they had grown up and been together since the moment they were aware of the world around them as children.

While Fiana had talent in the sword and magic, he had talent in archery and magic.

They were together the whole time. While playing, bathing, sleeping, even while eating.

Fiana and him had grown up by the time they had separated. They trained to fight rather than playing, bathed separately due to being embarrassed by their adult bodies, slept separately due to being unable to bear their nervousness, and ate separately due to being busy.

Wanting for them to as close together as possible, she was satisfied just by hearing his voice. However, as his voice was becoming not enough for her, by the time she'd come to work in the Royal Castle as an elf knight, Fiana would occasionally comfort herself.

Although it was something natural, for Fiana, it was increasingly embarrassing.

Now when she heard his voice after hoping for and dreaming of being ravished by him, the girl's cheeks would dye red.

Wondering why Fiana's seemed so off, he drew his face close to hers.

His well-structured face was somewhat hazy in her eyes, she couldn't see him too well.

A short sigh escaped her lips.

It was a hot, shallow sigh, much like one that would come out during the times she'd comfort herself. Nervous that he might realize the significance behind her sigh, her body froze.

Seeing her relative lack of a reaction, he reached out his hand and placed his cool palm against Fiana's forehead, followed by her cheeks and ears.

"… Nn…"

This time, a small sound made its way out along with her sigh.

Her cherry red cheeks' color deepened as she once again closed her eyes, this time out of embarrassment so that she could escape his gaze.

Now that she'd lost her sense of sight, her other four senses all intensified, causing her to feel her own reactions all the more clearly.

Was that thing she felt on his fingers sweat?

Could it be that he was also nervous?

Thinking that, Fiana couldn't endure it. Her heartbeat was so violent now that she feared he might hear it.

"Ah—nn…"

Her ears throbbed.

While her ears' visible areas were handled with such a gentleness that it was a question as to whether he was even truly touching her, the areas concealed away from the eyes within were probed by his slender pinkies.

Elves' ears were sensitive. They could feel the flow of the wind and hear the voices of spirits. As well as being an organ capable of listening to people's voices, it was also an important organ for hunters and priests.

Their ears were the reason elves were called the hunters of the forest. Able to read small disturbances in airflow, they could take advantage of their enemies' movements. they wouldn't lose their way no matter how dense a forest was by listening to the voices of spirits. They could also exercise more powerful magic than normal mages.

Her ears, her pride as an elf, were being gently ravished by his fingers.

Within her ears, within what could be said to be the closest erogenous zone to her brain, she could hear a viscous, liquidy sound.

It was a very embarrassing sound, one that seemed to go so far as to even violate her brain.

The blushing on Fiana's cheeks deepening, she smiled shyly.

However, tightly closed lips parted slightly, not just letting out breaths, but heated, excited sighs. Although she felt ashamed by that, she couldn't do anything about it as it was a physiological reaction.

Feeling a pleasurable sensation much different to the times she'd consoled herself, she gave her body to it.

Power leaving her body, she was at his mercy.

His face was in front of her when she opened her eyes. She couldn't see him clearly, though, as his face appeared hazy.

Even so, she was alright with all of that. She would be able to be at his side as he ravished her ears.

When she opened her lips the rest of the way, desiring him, her white teeth and red tongue peeped out. They were shining, wettened by her own saliva.

Did she herself even realize just how obscene she appeared? Panting, she appeared to be willingly teasing out a kiss from him, her tongue stuck out, desiring sexual stimulation.

"Nnuuu—h-hah…"

As Fiana wished, his lips touched hers. At the same time, their tongues tangled with each others'.

The suddenness of it surprised her, but even so, she accepted it.

His tongue wriggled much like a mollusk's, instantly beginning to ravish the inside of Fiana's mouth the same way as her ears. Not just her tongue's surface, but also her tongue's underside, her tongue's base, her gums, her palate, and her cheeks.

Her entire mouth was violated by his tongue for a very, very long time. Her breathing roughened as her mouth was blocked, that roughness sounding almost painful to those who could hear it.

However, even though she was being tormented to that extent, Fiana herself held not even a shred of bitterness or fear.

For her to be desired like this brought her an extreme pleasure, causing her matured body to relax.

Just how long had her ears and mouth been ravished?

Her eyes, usually emitting her powerful will, moistened in passion. Tears accumulated in the corners of her eyes before streaming down.

"H-haauu…"

Then next part of Fiana that was targeted was the first thing people focused on upon seeing Fiana's sensual body—her captivating breasts.

Her breasts were so large that even despite being suppressed by her undergarments so much that they hurt, they shook and were nuisances when she swung her sword. Above all, Fiana only ever found it mentally taxing when men focused their attention on her very un-elf-like assets.

Wouldn't those very breasts be unsightly for those from the same race as her? While on one hand, she felt uneasy, on the other, she wished that he would hurry up and massage them.

She wanted her breasts to feel pleasant, just like with her ears and tongue. Believing that, Fiana waited for the moment to come expectantly. Saliva spilled from her open mouth, her moistened eyes hazy with tears due to the deflowering of her ears.

Her thoroughly obscene expression could awaken the bestial nature of countless men the world over.

Her breasts were large enough to overflow even over a man's hand. Those very breasts were touched by this man's hands from above her clothes.

"Fu—auu…"

A tiny moan made its way from her mouth.

When she shut her eyes out of embarrassment, the tears collecting in her eyes all spilt at once.

Even so, the man's hands didn't stop as they massaged Fiana's breasts. He started out slowly, so gentle that she almost couldn't feel any stimulation through the underwear and clothes separating her skin from his. He gently caressed her, causing her chest to warm… but it wasn't enough for Fiana, not after the flame within her lit up.

The delight won out at first, but it soon lost to the unsatisfied emotions dwelling in her heart.

Once it did, Fiana had no path to go but to give herself.

She moaned in frustration, but her herself being the one to ask would be immodest, causing he logic and lust to vie for control.

"…—er"

A very, very quiet voice leaked from her lips. Despite her mouth being ravished by the man, she somehow managed to make a sound.

It was even more quiet than the panting sighs coming from her thus far, quiet to the point that not even the person giving Fiana this pleasure would be able to hear it.

Even so, it was something she spoke despite feeling so much shame.

But as expected, her voice didn't reach him as he continued to caress her breasts.

Or perhaps he did hear it, causing him to continue caressing her so tenderly so that she could say it more clearly. Suddenly realizing that, Fiana looked at the man before her.

Her eyes, having been shut out of shame and thoroughly wetted by tears of joy, weren't the eyes of a knight, but of a woman.

"… —ong, er…"

As if to urge her to speak, the caressing on her breasts continued on gently.

It wasn't enough. What did she need to say?

Even though it was such a tender, gentle action, Fiana found it increasingly cruel.

With an emotion that could be called suffering, the woman was entirely turned on.

"D-do, it…"

Although she spoke somewhat more clearly this time, it was easier than before.

But even with that, he remained as gentle as ever.

What did she need to do for him to be more forceful? She felt like she was being tested.

Pleasure and shame. Then, along with unbearable heat building within her chest, tongue, and ears, as well as the caresses that teased her breasts, her abdomen began to throb.

Fiana's hips moved ignoring her own intentions, her bottom, still clothed by her white trousers, swaying back and forth.

An embarrassing stain might have appeared on her underwear. One caused by nectar flowing from her womb.

When she realized that, she wondered just how much shame she felt right then—yes, Fiana was exciting herself even further.

"Muueh—m-massage, stronger…"

Fiana felt her voice sounded passionate.

This was the first time she'd ever made a voice like that.

Her surprise disappeared in an instant as the man's hand began to violate her breasts.

Not massage. Violate.

"H-huah! Fuaannn…!"

Heavy breathing with a certain heat to it passed her lips.

They were covered by her clothes and bra, but even so her unconcealable breasts were kneaded like bread dough.

Even when they were dealt with in such a way that it would normally be painful, she could only feel it as just enough after being aroused to the point of feeling agony by the extreme gentleness prior.

Her right breast was massaged from the bottom upwards, the opposite for her left breast. No sooner did she think that he was massaging them as though to rip open her clothing did he strike them so hard that they clashed into each other.

As for Fiana, she was feeling more pain from the way her bra was digging into her than from the way her breasts were being treated.

Normally, her pure white bra was something that served and protected her breasts, but it now felt more akin to a torture device.

But the problem was that it wasn't just her skin but also her nipples that rubbed against the bra. Her clothes absorbed the sweat coming from her skin, becoming transparent and showing off the skin beneath. Just how much had she perspired? Even the skin beneath her white-colored underwear was becoming visible.

As for what stood out, well, it wasn't the fair skin beneath her clothes. It was the faintly peach nipples standing on the summits of her breasts.

But for some reason, the man went out of his way to never touch them, the most erogenous portion of her breasts. Following what Fiana said, he was just massaging her breasts 'stronger'.

Having given herself to the pleasant stimulation, Fiana realized that a short while later.

No matter how much lust clouded her thoughts, she would still think about what she needed to do to feel even more stimulation.

"M-my… n-ni-nipples, too—"

But what came from her mouth was an uncouth voice, shaking from the ravishing it was receiving even still.

Even so, hearing Fiana's voice, the man's actions shifted to satisfy Fiana's desire.

The intensity assaulting her chest abated slightly before being joined up by that much stimulation being applied to her nipples. Her right nipple was pulled out in all directions as her left one rolled about here and there like he was trying to press it into her breast.

This multi-fronted attack caused her expression to be dyed in ecstasy as her body began to twitch.

"Sho, guud… sho gu-guuuuud…"

Naturally, her true thoughts came from her mouth.

Even though she'd tried to hide it, she couldn't endure anymore and ended up saying it out loud.

Elves were terse and dull when it came to intercourse. Exactly because of their long lives were they also just as old-fashioned in their sexual ways. They were a race that would go tens—no, hundreds of years without attempting to make a child, only seeing child making as a ritual and not as something for pleasure.

This was proof that they didn't place anywhere near as much importance on intercourse as humans did and was unsatisfactory to Fiana and her sensual, ripe body.

It was similar to the man she'd associated with, he was very dull when it came to intercourse.

He would just put his genitals to hers, simply having her vagina take his penis in.

Even displays of affection were treated similarly by the elves, so when the time had come that they had intercourse for the first time, what they felt seemed like a taboo.

When that man was attacked by a monster and fell in battle, she had drowned in sorrow. Later, when she found a human that she liked… Fiana's world was opened.

Compared to elves, the short-lived humans' way of viewing intercourse was, in a single word, wonderful.

Plentiful with their caresses, they would even whisper sweet nothings to each other during the act.

As for Fiana, she was greedy when it came to sex. She probably had that sort of personality to begin with.

But that man had also died, unable to live for too long.

The man who'd taught the beauty, Fiana, what intercourse truly was, was dead. She had repeated this again—in her many years, she'd loved many people.

They were all of the same race, all humans.

And now—

"Feelsh, guuud…"

Her ears, her eyes, and her breasts were all being ravished.

The pleasure she felt at that moment was by far the best she'd ever felt.

Despite her mind being unraveled by that comfort, she didn't hesitate to say what she felt.

She said that what felt good felt good, where she was feeling it the most, and what she wanted to be done to her.

Lost in that dreamlike feeling, little by little, Fiana's spirit dissolved.

It was something of a bizarre sight.

The pure knight's arms stuck to the bare rock wall… rather, stuck to the black mucus that had increased in volume so much that covered almost all of the rock wall. It was almost like she was being buried by a black mass.

Unconscious, her head was leaning forward limply. However, upon closer inspection, some of that black mucus was clinging to her face. Although her nose was left unblocked so that she could breath, her mouth, ears, and eyes were all completely blocked by the black mucus.

Even her prided silver hair was obscured by the mucus.

She would occasionally twitch. Each time, her mouth moved as though to whisper something, despite the mucus within blocking her voice from reaching anyone's ears. No, it should instead be said that that mucus transmitted the voice to the Black Ooze.

And for that reason, it caressed Fiana, following her voice to improve the stimulation she was being given.

It made sure that her ears were sucked, her holes ravished, her gums teased, her tongue pressed against, and her breasts massaged beneath her clothes.

Fiana had fallen into a sort of trance-like sleep, allowing herself to be violated while also speaking of exactly what she felt.

 

 

One would normally wake up from something like that, but this elven knight didn't look as though she would awaken at all.

It wasn't much of a surprise, however, as she'd been forcefully put to sleep through magic.

A Black Ooze was a monster that could consume anything and acquire the abilities of whatever it ate.

By consuming the knights that had recently came to it, it had expanded the possible uses of its magic. It was already to the point that even if you compared it to both Frederica and Satia… no, even with the elven knight it was currently violating, the Black Ooze would very likely be able to use more kinds of magic then the three of them combined.

And proportional to that, its mana capacity had increased as well.

It had consumed several dozens of humans and knights that were excellent magic users, so its mana had grown so large that no average mage could be its equal.

Even so, the Black Ooze's children did not enjoy that benefit. Its children did not know how to use magic, so even if they acquired some mana, they couldn't use it.

Because of that, they presented the knights to the Black Ooze—their parent—for it to consume.

It was a very hierarchical relationship, much like what ants had. The Black Ooze was the queen ant with Frederica and Satia being the worker ants as they were even now giving birth to more slimes.

It could easily be said that its current power was much too much for an ordinary slime.

The guardians of the forest, the elves, were owners of a vast mana capacity and could form contracts with spirits. This Black Ooze was using one of those elves just to make a slime subspecies. If the Black Ooze were to have a fight with any of the people nearby once more, it would very likely win in even a fair, head-on fight.

No one there could even begin to think of doing that, however. Frederica and Satia were already the Black Ooze's things, while the hostile Alfira was too busy suffering from the agonizing pleasure she was being given.

Essentially, the only one here who might be able to resist the Black Ooze was the dream-bound elven girl.

Not holding any deep emotions on the matter—it was a mystery as to whether or not a slime could even have emotions in the first place—the Black Ooze ravished Alfira.

"Guh, gi—uuu…"

The voice coming from the woman's mouth held not just pleasure, but also pain from being thoroughly penetrated.

This was no wonder, either.

As she'd been a virgin until just a short while ago, she'd never accepted anyone into her vagina before.

Her body's carnal desires were being satisfied to a great extent, but the pain of her deflowering had also given Alfira back a certain amount of ability to think.

"Kuho—kuho—"

She wasn't able to speak due to the viscous tentacles weaving about within her mouth, but the pleasure-clouded eyes she'd had up until a moment before had definitely returned to being somewhat aware.

But even this wouldn't last for long. Alfira, harboring within her mind a sense of anxiety that resembled even conviction, struggled against the mucus that was binding her body.

She failed. Moreover, she'd felt the pleasure even more sensitively and wound up climaxing.

This was something it knew of—a woman's body, no matter how much hate or disgust it harbored, would feel it all the same.

For this reason, under the thought that Alfira wasn't feeling pleasant enough, the Black Ooze's caresses turned gentle.

It was the same kind of caressing it gave Satia. A mother's body must not feel distress, so its caresses would only give it pleasure.

Although Alfira's body had grown up similarly to Frederica's, what it gave her was a sweet pleasure what even a child would recognize as something that felt good.

It also would have been able to use its paralytic poison to dull the pain she felt, but it would also weaken her sensitivity.

That is a fact that the Black Ooze just recently learned. The knights it consumed knew about a few things on that topic.

The knight was the owner of what's considered perverted knowledge with the contents of it being abnormal to say the least. How should a woman be treated to feel it? How should they be raped? Where are their most intense erogenous zones? The knight had known of various perverted things like that and was a man that constantly wanted to test his knowledge out on Fiana, a beautiful and pure knight.

There was a knight who had vivid delusions of doing violent things to Alfira's mature body, a body that had never known a man.

There was a knight who had put himself onto this expedition and aroused himself by imagining Fiana's and Alfira's breasts sandwiching his face.

There was a knight who imagined himself raping the two of them to the point they cried out his name and eventually craving him.

There was a knight who fantasized over having a chance to charm them through magic on the journey and thought of what they might sound like as they gasped out in the pleasure he could give them.

There was a knight who could picture himself pushing down the doll-like girl that he'd just met and raping her and violently as possible.

Besides them, there were many others that imagined themselves using Fiana, Alfira, Frederica, and Satia as outlets for their lust.

They had both knowledge concerning magic, they had knowledge concerning how to please women. And so, having consumed the lust they once had, the Black Ooze caressed Alfira with that very lust.

As time passed and the knights' digestion progressed, the Black Ooze's loving changed to be more tenacious, to make Alfira feel even more, to pleasure women even more.

When her breasts were massaged, she gasped.

When her vagina was drilled into, she gasped.

When her womb was teased…

When the crack of her buttocks was licked…

This worlds' sexual interactions hadn't developed too far. The ass hole was only an organ meant for secretion, the breasts were things meant for rearing children, and the womb could even be called a sanctuary.

The erogenous zones would be nipples and the vagina. Although there were some men and women that harbored more abnormal tastes such as desiring a person's ass hole, there weren't many and it was even seen as slightly heretical.

Yet compared to what was currently assailing her…

Ears, neck, navel, inner thighs, ankles, feet, the areas between her fingers and toes, the arches of her feet—each and every one was taken as an erogenous zone.

The knowledge the Black Ooze now held told it that there were many secret erogenous zones on a woman.

Therefore, it would put that knowledge to the test. What places did a woman feel pleasure from? What could it do to have them fall further into that pleasure?

The more the pleasure they felt, the better the condition a woman would be at to birth a child. For that reason and that reason alone, it had decided to cause all four of these women to suffer, struggle, and gasp.

"Haah, heeh. Hahi—haaah… aaaaAAAHH!"

And that extreme pleasure now assailed this woman's body, a body that had only ever known what masturbation felt like, had only ever known what her hand had felt like.

When the Black Ooze ravished her ears, it made her hallucinate that it was her brain that was being ravished.

When her neck was licked, she felt a longing within the titillation.

When her armpits were caressed, either because it was a place that wouldn't ordinarily be touched or because she was sensitive there, she did feel a certain something.

When her navel was loosened up, she started to feel a heat gather in her abdomen.

And when her ankles, legs, and the spaces between her toes all received attention at the same time—well, is there a woman alive that could endure that?

At the very least…

"Fuu… h-hiii…"

At the very least, Alfira wasn't one of them. She could only look up at the ceiling, her pupils rolled so far up they almost couldn't be seen.

Occasionally, there would be gasps, wheezing, or even simple pleading.

Intercourse between humans didn't last for too long. There was a limit to both strength and endurance.

Alfira had been aware of that, as well. She was being made to feel, to gasp from areas she'd never before considered as erogenous.

Even though what was raping her was a monster, even though she was suffering such substantial mental anguish, she was livid at being forced to feel such things in such strange areas.

Ears ears were licked, ravished right into their holes, tickling the interior of her head.

Besides that, she was informed by her body that its sensitivity had increased extensively in this short amount of time.

What had been developed the most was her abundant chest. And, on the tops of them, her nipples.

At first glance, they appeared no different from other women's, but there was actually a secret about them she had protected until just a while ago.

They were still a beautiful pale pink and about as big as the tip of a pinky, erect to the point that they couldn't stiffen any further.

And as they were the only things not covered by the slime's black mucus, they seemed to shine due to the sticky liquid applied the the rest of her chest.

Her nipples, despite still not being touched, made her feel.

There was wind.

A slight breeze flowed through the cave. Wind entered through the same hole in the ceiling that shed light into the cave.

Flowing across her wettened chest, she wound up feeling it each and every time it stroked her sensitized nipples.

Currently, another slime was entering her developed urethra. She'd momentarily thought that she might be released, but that was a mistake.

What was entering Alfira this time was a slime somewhat larger than the one that had taught her what pleasure her urethra could bring her. That same sense of pressure returned to the insides of her waist.

However, that wasn't all.

What Alfira felt was pure terror.

Even though she was frightened by the reality of a foreign creature entering her urethra, that isn't what sent chills down her spine. It was—

Oh, again?

—herself, as she mentally responded with a feeling of resignation.

She was afraid of the thought of herself enjoying her urethra being violated.

It hadn't even been half a day since she had come to this cave.

She'd already been developed to this point.

She could hardly consider her ability to endure until the time came that help arrived.

"S-saaab-b-be… m-me…"

Shedding tears and snot as saliva spilled from her mouth, Alfira pleaded for mercy.

She didn't believe that this monster, this non-eared slime would listen to her pleading. She didn't think it would at all.

Yet even so, she still begged for aid.

"W, waah—waaah…"

Much like an infant, she even started to shake her head and cry.

She had nothing about her that would make her look like a knight anymore. She'd lost her pride in that the moment she started panting from its caresses and lost her virginity.

Alfira was self-aware. Aware that she could no longer live an ordinary life.

Her eyes opened wide.

Once again, a slime obviously larger than the one that entered her just before approached her urethra.

"N-no…!"

She shook her head back and forth violently, her body moving in a rage.

Her body that had dulled from the pleasure now, at this moment, felt like it had regained its former strength.

She didn't want something as big as that inside her. If she felt any more from her urethra, she might really stop being able to live in human society.

She felt like she'd already gone to the point of no return, but she still didn't want to be developed any further.

"Kfuh!? Sh—aaaah—!?"

Just there, was Alfira's reaction… delighted?

The mucus tentacle that had been driven into her vagina like a stake resumed its movements.

It hadn't stopped for Alfira to settle down after the pain of her deflowering, but she wouldn't know that.

Traces of astonishment appeared in her eyes.

She didn't know the exact time it happened, but she was sure that that area was supposed to make her feel pain. Pain of her deflowering, pain that would return to her a certain amount of reason.

Looking away from the slime moving for her urethra, she turned to gaze to the tentacle piercing her vagina like a pile driver.

"S-s-stahp, i-it…"

What she felt from it was definitely pleasure.

It gave not the slightest bit of pain, nor did it give a feeling of pressure. Her vagina had already adjusted to the size and shape of the tentacle penetrating her, and the wound from her deflowering was lubed over by the tentacle's mucus and her own secretions.

And above all, her entire body was being trained to feel pleasure from where there was pain.

The current Alfira might already be at the point of feeling pleasure from the pain of deflowering.

Getting the feeling that that was what was happening to her, the sense of dread in her chest increased.

What would happen to her body, her mind, when she left this mine? What would happen to her from here on…? The mere thought of it frightened her.

"S-save—please, Fhiahnaaaa-samaaa…"

And, again, she begged for help from the sleeping knight.

She didn't even realize that her voice never reached her.

"Nn…"

The girl's limbs shook slightly.

Her clothes, exposed by her armor being stripped off, stuck to her wettened skin and showed off her graceful limbs.

Her waist swung in the empty air as though to beg for something, there was no strength in either of her legs. She'd probably be unable to so much as stand if it weren't for the tentacles' support.

Still in that state, Fiana continued sleeping even now.

Her slightly parted lips could be seen through the mucus, her tongue was moving like it was licking something within the mucus.

Perhaps her mouth contained a penis within her dream? Or perhaps she was twining her tongue around another's?

"Huu… huuu…"

He breathing ragged, her cheeks were dyed red. Her mouth and eyes were covered with mucus, its abnormality obvious.

As he mouth was blocked, she was only able to breathe through her nose, causing some snot to run down from it.

If she were conscious, this was something she would never display in public. A man may be forced to swallow back his saliva at the mere sight of it.

But even so, the Black Ooze continued its methods without feeling any emotion over it.

Fiana continued to speak, plead, and desire pleasure.

All the Black Ooze had was the knowledge of men's lust.

This woman was the important mother body that would birth its children, it would never eat her. Even if it was the carrier of an enormous mana capacity and knowledge of magic like Fiana.

Therefore, this time it would attempt to seek out what sort of pleasure the woman desired while she was still unconscious.

"Mm, ga…"

Blocked by the mucus, a strained voice came from her throat.

When would the next person come to this abandoned mine?

Until that happened, the women would not be released.

Not Alfira and Fiana, at least.

… As for Frederica and Satia, they would accept this pleasure as long as their minds didn't break.

"Sh—shta—! Shaaaaaa… a-a-aaaave, me—Fiaaaana-shaaaamaaa!!"

"Nn… mm…"

Fiana's cries for help wouldn't be answered.

This female elf was dangerous. The Black Ooze's intuition told it that, so it made it sleep with magic that a knight was able to use.

She wasn't an opponent it couldn't win against. In truth, even if the Black Ooze had played dirty, it did still defeat Fiana. However, she was still able to kill the Black Ooze. She was that strong.

In that case, all it had to do was kill her.

There were several dozen men's wills within the Black Ooze. Some among them murmured that.

However, many others denied that sentiment. Fiana was strong. Maybe even one of this kingdom's greatest strengths.

Therefore, it would rape her and have her bear its children.

Surely, with this woman, it could gain some strong monsters. It would have her birth them.

The mucus-lacquered white vestments forgetting that they should be concealing her ample limbs, her wet robed did properly hide the area it should due to the slime's weight. Even so, her garter belt and white knee socks could be seen peaking out from under the slits on either side of her robe. As those knee socks were transparent due to the liquid, the color of her skin could be seen from underneath them.

A liquid, squishing sound could be heard coming from her genitals, hidden beneath her robe. As it was concealed, it wasn't able to be seen. However, that is exactly what made it so obscene.

It wasn't possible to see exactly what was happening, so it would cause one's imagination to run wild. Restricted into what looked like a crucifixion, the beautiful elf was being fucked without any technique whatsoever. Moreover, given that she was asleep, she didn't utter a word.

She was completely powerless.

The tentacle that had been thrust into her mouth was pulled out.

"H-aah—haaah, haah…"

Even so, she wasn't awake. She was simply breathing due to her mouth now being liberated.

The tentacle working on her genitals thrust in vigorously.

"Fuaaah—"

Fiana screamed. Even so, she hadn't yet woken from her slumber. Which means, due to her unconsciousness—that panting gasp was one coming from her deepest emotions.

The elven knight was asleep. At this point in the time, the Black Ooze knew that she was dreaming.

As for what a dream was, however, it had no idea.

Even so, it knew about them from the knowledge it gained.

Dreams were desires. Projections of the current status quo.

In that case, which was this dream Fiana current saw? A desire? Or a projection?

Was it a liberating dream? A desire for pleasure? Or a projection of her truly being raped?

"Ah—ah, ah…"

Her voice leaked out. Gradually growing, it became intense.

Yet even so, Fiana didn't awaken. The Black Ooze used magic so that that wouldn't happen.

No matter how much shame she felt, no matter how many times she came, Fiana didn't wake up. She wasn't able to.

This was the same as it always had been.

Frederica and Satia.

It was the same as them. The same as with Alfira as well. Be it acceptance, fainting, or sleeping, the slime cared not.

It would give pleasure. It would pleasure the mother bodies… pleasure them to bring them to a more suitable state for its children.

Yes. Even if they were asleep, even if they had fainted, it cared not.

The unconscious Frederica and Satia's development continued with its caresses as its tentacles driving into their vaginas. Frederica's intense, Satia's gentle.

Having just procured Alfira this day, it started out by kneading her hidden nipples, continued peeling back her clitoris' hood so that it would always stay bare, and kept a ring of mucus around its base. All the while gently caressing her entire body.

"Higuuuh!?"

"Sto—s-stooooop…!?"

She refused its advances. Yet even so, it wouldn't stop. Alfira's voice, thoughts, denials, none of them mattered. The Black Ooze would simply provide her with pleasure.

"Please, stop… stop, stop…"

Even if she lost her ambitions and her voice grew weak, it would continue to penetrate her vagina and stimulate her clitoris. By doing so, it would teach her formerly virgin hole that sexual intercourse was something to enjoy.

—It didn't forget her urethra either, of course. A thin tentacle smaller than a finger tip bored into her bladder.

"Ha—unn…"

She let out a passionate sound. But still not satisfied, the Black Ooze continued developing Alfira—her erogenous zones, her pleasures, her thoughts, everything.

So that she couldn't escape, so that she would beg for it, so that she would understand that the only thing she wanted was this pleasure.

"Huu—uuuu!!"

Suddenly, someone other than Alfira shouted.

Not alarmed, the Black Ooze concentrated its attention towards the source of the sound. It was Fiana.

The woman whose both hands and feet were restrained, the female elf that had been stuck inside a dream had woken up.

"Wh-what!?"

The Black Ooze's tentacles were blocking her sight and restraining her limbs. Her mana had been deprived from her with each climax, she had not even a trace left.

Surprised by her sudden awakening, she turned her head from side to side. However, as her vision was sealed by the tentacle, she didn't stop it with her confused voice.

"Fuiiia—Fianaaaaaaaa-shamaa—"

Alfira cried out. It was her final struggled.

At this time and only this time, she felt as though she might be able to win. She wouldn't fail, surely. This was her not realizing that she had already been checkmated, that she herself didn't want to realize it.

"Higuh!?"

A tentacle penetrated into Fiana's deepest parts. While she was asleep, Fiana had disclosed her most sensitive areas and weaknesses in her delirium.

She liked her ears being licked gently.

Her neck would feel numb if it was stimulated just enough to make it feel like it was just barely being touched.

She loved it when her armpits were pressed into strongly.

She preferred her breasts to be massaged intensely.

She wasn't able to hold out if her groin was rubbed against something hard, like a shoe.

Let alone her clitoris, her genitals were currently… being obstinately jousted into along with being rubbed with such a force that she seemed like she might hit the ceiling, giving her such a sense of pleasure that she felt numb.

Although her four limbs were restrained for safety, it had still used paralytic poison to disempower her.

While doing that, the Black Ooze drilled into Fiana's vagina once more. This time, it truly did make her touch the ceiling.

"W-what!? W-why am I—iiii!?"

She didn't speak coquettishly, but with astonishment. Moreover, she still shook her head left and right. However, she wasn't able to undo the tentacle blocking her vision with something as simple as that.

"Fiana-shamaaa, run…!"

Alfira let out a voice that sounded like a scream. She'd been gasping so much that her voice sounded excited.

"E-eh?"

However, hearing her voice like that, Fiana wasn't able to understand what was happening.

That would obviously be the case. Her limbs were restrained, she couldn't see anything, and there was a tentacle plowing into her vagina. There wasn't a woman alive that could logically react to a situation like that.

Not even this female knight who'd given the Black Ooze a run for its money with her powerful magic could do anything after being forced into her current state.

When the slime took advantage of her confusion and continued forcing its way into her vagina, she let out an interesting-sounding coquettish voice. Her body had been developed and heated during the time she was asleep and easily went into a spasm, forgetting that it should attempt to endure it.

"W-what's—s-stop… huuu, stop… stop it!"

Her confusion gradually increased as her tone shifted from a self-assured nature to a more denial-oriented one.

This was Fiana's true anxiety.

She couldn't see nor move and the one humiliating her gave no response.

It was obvious, though. The Black Ooze had no mouth to respond with, not would it, as its only intentions were to violate women. The only one who could answer Fiana's here was Fiana, who only responded to her by pleading for her to escape and get help.

As though she'd forgotten how to say anything else, she simply continued telling her to run away, her responses mixed with intense panting and gasping.

She didn't understand anything, she couldn't get anything from her. Rather, it simply increased the level of Fiana's confusion.

"Hu-ah… kuh, what!? Why, is—this—"

She herself didn't understand why she was feeling so much pleasure from it.

No, no way, it was doing this to me the entire time I was asleep?

She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe that as she was asleep, she was desiring the Black Ooze's loving.

"Nn…"

"Uah—Goshujin-sama…?"

Likely due to Fiana's loud voice, Frederica and Satia woke back up from their state of unconsciousness.

Their vaginas were penetrated and their bodies were caressed while they were out, but the two of them were accustomed to it. Rather, it was more like they only felt like they'd gotten a proper rest if it did so.

"Aahnnn."

Into Frederica's womb spilled a load of semen. Her hips suddenly shaking back and forth—Frederica intentionally put strength into her vagina, tightening herself around the Black Ooze's tentacle. By doing so, she could wring out every last drop of semen from the tentacle.

It was already a conditioned reflex. She was naught but a beast that desired sex.

Such a Frederica finally noticed Fiana's existence.

"Oh? If I recall… Fiana?"

"That voice… Frederica-san!?"

"Mm?"

Her voice sounded like she was at wits' end, so Frederica wound up tilting her head to the side.

Unable to understand why she might sound like that, she looked over to Satia.

"Aaahn, Goshujin-sama, that spot's—nooooo…!"

As always, she was being stupid.

At that moment, tentacles that had moved over to Frederica wrapped around her. Taking a good hold of her waist and wrapping around her breasts, they also restrained her limbs.

Once she had been lifted up into the air, she looked practically the same as Fiana. Lined up side-by-side to her, all the more so.

"Frederica-san, save me—u-undo these, please!"

"Eh?"

She responded with a sound as though she didn't understand her meaning at all.

Save her?

… Why?

The moment she thought that, a tentacle moved up against her labia. With that, Frederica's ability to speak disappeared, replaced by her thoughts stained in pleasure.

Again, she would be raped. Raped until she fainted, then continued beyond that. Until she was broken more than she already was—until she couldn't return, and would become part of Goshujin-sama.

That much coming at her so suddenly brought her to a climax.

"A-ahn. There—please, Goshujin-sama!"

As though natural, she invited the tentacles into her vagina. Her voice rising, the next to follow in speaking was Fiana, immediately beside her.

"Wh-at? What did you… Frederica-san, what's happening!?"

She couldn't see. All she had to gain information was her ears.

So all she could do was imagine it. Inside that darkness, what was happening next to her? What was Frederica doing? She was only able to guess.

And so it lead to the worst thing imaginable. She didn't want to admit it.

What was being used to restrain her? What was entering her vagina? What was violating Frederica? What was violating her?

She didn't want to admit it.

"No, le—let me go, let me go—!"

She raged about. She tried to invoke magic so that she could escape, but she noticed that her mana was gone.

Her extreme intent to escape drowned out even her surprise at that fact. She didn't want to accept this reality. She didn't want to think about it.

"Alfira, Satia-san!!"

She called out their names. She'd already no longer bothered adding Frederica's name to the list. After all, she was currently letting out joyous sounds next to her.

"Goshujin-sama, my… apologies… Satia is, already…"

Just then, she heard a name spoken by a voice she knew well with her sharp hearing.

Satia was caressing the tentacles with her body now that her waist had given out. She licked them with her tongue, pushing her tiny chest against them and holding on to them with her supple limbs.

However.

Immediately unable to bear it, she herself guided the tentacles back toward her vagina.

She apologized that she wasn't able to satisfy it, but her true feelings that she herself wanted to feel good as soon as possible.

It's unknown whether or not the Black Ooze understood her intention, but nevertheless it drove a tentacle into Satia's small vagina as requested.

"Uu—ah, ah, ah…"

The tentacle was sized to suit Satia's body, but she suddenly began to shout once it pierced deep into her vagina. Each time, her vagina was loosened by waves of pleasure.

However, this slave that found delight out of being treated with even the tiniest trace of violence eagerly swung her hips so that she could feel just a bit better. Using her hips like a wretched prostitute, she mimicked the way Frederica normally let herself get violated.

"Nn, nnn. Goshuuuji… shama, d-does it, feel gooooood?"

"W-what… S-Satiaa—Al… Alfira!?"

She didn't understand what was happening, nor did she want to.

Her voice filled with fear, she called out for her fellow knight. The proud female knight had spoken to her when she had awoke.

Yet there was no response.

She was defeated by the pleasure, she eyes back into her head and her tongue out of her mouth, accompanied by much snot and saliva.

She was forced into climaxing, into recognizing her defeat, into realizing she would never get away.

She would be forced to cum until her dying day.

It was the same defeat that had been driven into Frederica and Satia many times over.

This was simply Alfira's first time.

… Alfira knew it. She couldn't run away any more. The only thing that could provide her with this pleasure was the Black Ooze.

"Alfira! Alfiraaaa!!"

The elven knight continued calling out for the unconscious female knight.

"Higu!?"

Her genitals that had been hidden by her robe was pierced. Reaching her womb in an instant, it pushed against its entrance.

As though to tell her to just shut up.

"—A-ah…"

She saw nothing. She could only hear coquettish gasps. Her body was restrained and she couldn't escape.

Fear sprouted in her chest.

"… ah…"

 

 

On that day, the number of voices echoing within the abandoned mine increased by two.