Chapter One - Crucible of Pleasure

Sweet, pleasured gasps resounded through an open area deep within the abandoned mine.

"Sto, p… let m—…"

Having panted and gasped so constantly, her throat had grown sore to the point that even speaking was painful.

The purple-haired female knight's vestiges of being a knight fading away—her armor had long since been taken from her and her clothes were in disarray—she spoke her refusals to it despite her body's trembling.

Both of her arms bound above her head, her feet were held shoulder-length apart. She looked much like a pitiful prisoner bound to their jail, but a person seeing her like that wouldn't feel pity. They would feel desire.

Her wet clothes clinging to her skin, her body shined from a glossy substance that coated her. Her hair was no exception with tufts of her beautifully purple hair stuck firmly to her cheeks. She could only be seen as someone hoisted into the air, but her constant, sweet and tempestuous gasping wasn't something painful to her, it was more—more like she was burning from a fire of pleasure that had been lit within her.

With the only armor she still wore protecting her the areas beyond her elbows and below her knees remained, she had few vestiges left of her being a knight.

Her eyes, once filled with a fiery willpower, were blurred by passion as tears welled up in them before continuing to streak down her cheeks. Her skin flushed and her breath disordered, she was no longer able to put any strength into the feet she should have been able to use to support her body. If the restraints on her arms were both to be released, anyone seeing her would be able to understand that let alone fleeing, she might not even be able to stand on her own.

Her tunic had been rolled up enough to expose her breasts and her colorless, thick trousers had been pulled down to her knees. It was the same for her undergarment, something that should have been covering her genitals. The place that should have been kept hidden was being exposed to the light making its way through the hole in the ceiling. Even her pubic hair had been soaked by her own juices and some other, more sticky, fluid, and was clinging to her genitals.

And yet she wasn't allowed the presence of mind to feel shame about it.

She made attempts at regaining her breath, closing her mouth and swallowing her saliva. However, as soon as she opened her mouth back up, sweetly heated moans erupted from her lips as though they were urged on by a furious throbbing deep within her. Intolerably frustrated at herself about that, she tried to bite down on her lips—her lips that wouldn't stop moaning.

"A-auuuu… let me, go…"

Her voice was weak.

She looked down to the black mucus covering her breasts.

The black mucus covering Alfira's rich and voluptuous breasts seemed as though it had a will of its own, allowing only a small glimmer of her white skin to be seen from underneath the slime. Since they weren't completely hidden by it, that allowed Alfira to realize exactly what was happening to her, making her want to weep all the more.

She told herself that she wouldn't cry, but…

"S-s-st… —op…"

Within that mucus, at the tips of her breasts—she could see them. What had thus far been hidden within her breasts—

—her inverted nipples.

Alfira's deepest secret exposed to the light, they now functioned as splendid erogenous playthings. Although the only thing covering her chest was mucus, her breasts within that mucus moved about as though they had their own will.

Pressed and prodded this way and that, her lumps of flesh tried returning to their original shaped. Those soft bags of fun—what could be boasted about as a woman yet what was also disgraceful as a knight—continued attempting to do so despite being flung about and manipulated within the Black Ooze's mucus.

Each and every time this repetition occurred, that is, each time her breasts were played with like toys, Alfira's mind felt an entirely different stimulus. This was the same for her nipples, which were also covered by its mucus.

Even Alfira was a woman. Although she had masturbated a number of times in her life, her sensitive nipples that not even she had touched were being pinched, tickled, and teased. Each time Alfira thought that her nipples had returned to the inverted state she was used to, the slime would enter inside and pull them back out. Just like the conductor of an orchestra, it played with them like a master conductor would his baton.

It seemed to have an easier time tormenting her now that her nipples had enlarged to their maximum, as each time it bent them in any given direction, she felt a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Huu… huuu…"

Short, and rough. Headed gasps made their way through both her mouth and her nose. At this point, she'd come to the point of being able to climax from just her breasts being played with for a short while. Even so, Alfira's corpulent and gentle body still hadn't grown used to receiving stimulation to her breasts, causing her to let out sweet panting breaths. No matter how much she bit her lips, those sweet whispers would make their way out from her mouth.

Although Alfira tried to escape its stimulation by twisting her body, she didn't have enough strength to do so anymore.

Walking into an abandoned mine, fighting monsters, being raped, and having her virginity snatched from her.

This abnormal situation had long since caused the female knight's energy to wither away.

Now that she'd been restrained like this, her intention to resist had practically disappeared.

She wondered how long she'd be able to keep up with her words of resistance as well. She shook her head to drive out the thought.

What would happen if she gave up?

—Alfira had already wound up seeing the result of that.

Which is why she strongly rejected it. That was the only thing she wouldn't, couldn't do. She was frightened by it. As a knight, she would fight against monsters and villans, living her life like that. She was afraid to die, but she had learned that there were worse things than death.

Something even more terrifying than her dignity as a knight being defiled—being raped by a monster, being forced to moan, being forced to feel pleasure by it as naught but a woman.

Seeing the two others presenting their own bodies to the monster of their own volition, moaning and panting all the while, she swore to herself that she would at least keep the tiny amount of resistance she still had.

"A-ah—"

Her glossy lips parted, she let out her strained voice.

Her eyes shut tight, the resistance within her eyes was… lacking.

Her endurance was at its limit.

In the state of being shown what was happening to her, she hung her head down, unable to put any strength into her neck. However, she hadn't fainted yet.

She could still breath and she still had some strength in her arms.

This black mucus—a slime named [Black Ooze], moved its mucus while observing this mother body's reactions to what it did. This was the result of what happened after Alfira was captured in this abandoned mine and was raped by it.

When it pushed forcibly against the roof just outside her womb within her vagina, her body would react by jumping slightly, despite her say in the matter. It was her weak point, so to speak. It rubbed against this untrained weak point with its tentacle, changing it from one shape to another while retaining a cock-like firmness. It was currently a shape reminiscent of a human finger, moving about in a way that allowed it to reproduce dexterous tasks.

Stimulated by this finger over and over, Alfira's eyes darted to and fro behind her eyelids as her waist shoved forward.

"Nnnuuu!!"

Her body entered a rather spectacular fit of convulsions. Her barely closed eyelids lost their ability to remain closed, opening with a sudden vigor. Her face that had been looking downward now turned toward the ceiling. However, she couldn't see anything at all. Even though she was looking at the ceiling, she saw nothing.

(N-no, way…)

Alfira knew what was happening deep within her, but didn't want to acknowledge it, biting her lips so that her voice wouldn't make its way out.

However, she wasn't able to do anything about her body's convulsions, so she was left to having to endure her body's shaking.

She'd cummed.

"Haah, haa—aah, haah…"

Her tongue had made its way past her lips at some point during her convulsions. She looked like a dog, like an animal, like something that wasn't human. Even so, she didn't even have the presence of mind to feel ashamed by it. She tried her best to put her breathing back in order despite how rough it had gotten. Despite the saliva dripping down her face, despite how ungraceful her face was, Alfira wasn't able to worry about that.

Her tears ran down her face in a similar fashion, both being wiped away by a tentacle making its way over her face.

A rotten odor made its way into her nose, but as her body put a priority to first catching its breath, it continued taking deep breaths despite the rotten smell.

"Pwe, s… sh…"

Her mutter had no strength to it.

Tears. Snot. Saliva. Sweat.

Experiencing all those liquids and the slime's mucus all at once,, her brain remembered the odor. What it remembered the odor as, however, was as a fragrance.

When she tried blowing out her nose while looking to the ceiling, a bubble appeared in the slimy tentacle that was licking her face… and popped.

Splat.

It was a sound that more hurt her dignity as a woman than was obscene. When the bubble burst, another took its place, so when her body responded by trying to take a deep breath through her mouth, a tentacle slipped into the knight's lovely mouth, twining around her pink tongue.

It was a slender tentacle, not even the thickness of a pinky.

When that tentacle pulled on her tongue as it made its way out of her mouth, she tasted the flavor of the tentacle's—the Black Ooze's mucus. Another tentacle moved in to touch her tongue as though to have her forever remember its taste. Meanwhile, yet another tentacle played around with the base of her tongue, licking the inside of her cheeks and forcing her to secrete more saliva.

"O-oh, go—oou…"

A voice far more uncouth than her beautiful looks would suggest came from her throat. It was because of her tongue being forcibly tugged on, yes, but even so, it was all Alfira could do in her current situation to show her intent to defy it… however weak that intent was.

What Alfira looked like as her tongue was tugged on and snot and tears ran down her face, she wanted no one else to see… no, Alfira herself didn't even want to see it.

Her eyes rolled up into her eyelids; she seemed as though she may faint. She wasn't quite halfway there, but it was clear that that was only a matter of time.

She was fatigued, suffocated, humiliated… and she felt fear.

Alfira's mind was reaching its limit. No matter how much reinforcement it had gone through due to her rigorous training, she was being violated by a monster and made to look as ungainly as possible with no hopes of saving. As a woman, she had no reason to feel safe.

The mental anguish and humiliation of a woman having her body—what she would consider to be a sacred place—raped was something a man would never understand.

It was all about to drive her to her limit.

Engulfed by a rotten odor, Alfira's body was forced into another set of convulsions. Each and every time she convulsed, saliva flowed down her face, juices from her vagina, and a yellow stream from her urethra. Her entire body was slick from her own sweat and the Black Ooze's mucus, its tentacles moving across her body as though to lap up her sweat.

Strong thighs, a firm butt, slightly toned abs, a waist with no excess flab, rich breasts, erect nipples, bare armpits, forged arms.

Her eyes opened wide as her body was being caressed by the black mucus, she looked as obscene as an angel falling from grace, a knight who fell from virtue. Bewitching.

And so again, she convulsed, mucus covering her face and slight bubbles forming at her mouth all the while.

"Ss… mm…"

At some point, the tentacles dedicated to pleasuring her genitals started to calm her down.

Her mind fuzzy from the lack of oxygen, she realized that fact. Even though her entire body was being licked by it, Alfira felt that that wasn't enough to bring her to a climax. Yet in defiance of that, her body ignored her will and went into convulsions again.

According to her crude understanding of sex, this was impossible. Again, all she knew to be erogenous areas in her very narrow understanding were the breasts, clitoris, and vagina proper.

Alfira was deluded in thinking that it was simply a standard breast massage that she was being subjected to. Her inverted nipples were so sensitive that they were certainly capable of being able to bring her to a climax. However, for Alfira, the reality of her doing so through her breasts' stimulation alone was utterly inexplicable.

Which is why she attempted to deny this truth in her clouded mind—

"Huaah!?"

Once again, she felt an intense stimulation. A numb feeling burst from her chest toward her mind, causing a heated quip to burst past her lips.

Covered by the mucus, Alfira's beautiful breasts were molded into many different shapes. No sooner were her nipples tugged outward, morphing them into a bell-like shape, were they slammed back inward, causing her plentiful flesh to swell outward, never staying the same shape for more than a moment.

Like a child playing with clay, the Black Ooze fondled her squishy chest.

Heat building within her breasts each and every time, they grew more and more sensitive as though begging Alfira to allow the heat to vent somehow.

"O-ow—huaaah…"

A slight pain.

An overwhelming pleasure.

Unable to stop it, spittle flowed from her mouth. Alfira hadn't even realized she was drooling to start with.

Again, the passionate eddy of heat whirled within her delectable mound of flesh. Ordinarily, that eddy would be within her lower abdomen. It was a sensation that should happen within her womb and vagina, but it was welling up from within her breasts.

"No, no no no… I—I'm scaaaared…!"

Spouting off something like a child, she wriggled her body back and forth in rejection.

She couldn't believe it. An entirely different sort of climax than what Alfira knew was approaching, and it was approaching fast.

Her head hurt. A lack of oxygen, a surge of pleasure, a tinge of fear… unable to comprehend the whirlpool that was her mind, Alfira could only shake her body in denial. Frightened, unable to do anything, and unable to endure it—Alfira trembled like a child.

A state very unbecoming of a knight.

A knight, a shield that defends the people, a sword that exterminates monsters and all evil… was trembling, was frightened. Because of a monster.

"Nooo—nooo…."

A distinct shiver ran through Alfira's body. Immediately following the sensation of something sharp penetrating her nipples, her mind blanked and her vision dimmed.

Tears fell from her eyes, covering her cheeks and distorting her vision, but she had no way of wiping them away.

… Not allowing even tears to be wasted, a mucus tentacle wiped over her cheeks.

By then, she didn't have any energy left to resist.

Her haggard cheeks covered by the wriggling tentacle, Alfira was at its mercy.

Her eyes weren't simply lacking willpower or energy, oh no, they even seemed to lose their light and dim.

It seemed to think something off about Alfira's sudden change, so in addition to the tentacles playing with her breasts, it sent another two along her legs.

Their destination was clear to see, but Alfira had no strength left to give, let alone resist it.

Given how her face was hanging forward limply, she should have been able to see the two tentacles crawling their way forward, but she merely continued to breath weakly.

… However, she had only the slightest amount of energy in her hands, still bound together overhead. Her vambraces clinking together, a clear sound echoed out.

By doing that, no matter how small, it was an act of resistance. Yet even so, this wasn't something Alfira had done on her own. It was nothing but a simple bodily reaction. It was something she'd done countless times in this darkness, a conditioned reflex. At this point, there was no longer any intention behind it in the least. It was just Alfira writhing in pleasure. It might have only been that.

However—

"A-ah… nnnn—-u…"

Her legs were spread wide. When it moved to stimulate her groin, she let out a small sound. Next, when it spread her labia, it was just a tinge, but a sense of consciousness returned to her voice.

And with that tinge was itself a rejection.

A rejection for what would be done from then on. She knew that it would be excessively shameful, repulsive, sickening even. Because of that… because of that, she mustered the last ounce of strength she had to shake her hips.

It was something meant to escape the Black Ooze's mucus tentacles, but any man would have seen it as an obscene invitation.

The way she moved her hips looked akin to a woman climaxing, a woman begging for further pleasure despite already being at the height of pleasure.

And so—

"… Ah—h, aah."

The Black Ooze pressed its mucus against her narrow hole, the hole that had been chaste until just a little while ago.

Alfira's movement had been to try denying this foreign object from entering her.

It wasn't meant to invite it into her.

"Nn—nnn!"

Her eyes drooped, as well as the ends of her eyebrows. Her nasal breathing falling into even further disorder, she couldn't even try opening her mouth to gasp.

Breathing was painful.

Alfira, suffering pain and disgust, had trouble breathing.

It felt disgusting.

That's all she could think.

However…

"Aah, huuah…"

However, the voice coming from her mouth was a passionate one.

The pain from losing her virginity was virtually gone. All she felt was oppression and fear.

… As a knight, Alfira walked the path of a swordsman, but to a certain extent she did know the path of a woman as well. Virginity was something precious, something to give to your beloved one day… and that losing it would be accompanied by pain.

However, in her reality, her virginity was snatched away from a monster in the depths of an abandoned mine.

She hadn't felt the pain she'd resolved herself for and felt nothing but pleasure.

Although the sense of oppression and fear were currently winning out, it was just a matter of time.

… That was something Alfira herself knew better than anyone.

At any rate, it would caress her body as it did before. She would keep a hold on her feelings of disgust and continue to reject it.

Even so, forced to struggle to breath, forced to climax—even forced to have her urethra, something that shouldn't be used for sex, developed.

She didn't even need to wonder how long she'd last.

Not even a day had passed since she fought the Black Ooze. In just that short amount of time, Alfira, a virgin, was brought to feel pleasure, and had even began wanting it.

"Aah—nn, aaah…"

Her weak voice gradually grew louder.

Just by it changing its tentacles into a shape that could more easily stimulate her weak spots to get a reaction out of Alfira, she was unable to hold back and let out her voice.

It was a voice so seductively sweet that it made her self-aware that she was a woman before she was a knight.

Her convulsions growing ever more intense, they weren't limited to her lower half but traveled up to her chest as well.

The volume of secretions coming from within her vagina might make one wonder where it was all coming from. The Black Ooze's secretions weren't the only thing coming from her vagina, however, as all that movement produced an obscene sound as well.

In that quiet, abandoned mine, all that could be heard was Alfira's breathing and a sticky lapping sound coming from her body.

Which is why she felt so ashamed that she wished she could plug her ears… despite moving her hips back and forth.

(Wh… y…)

She questioned herself. Her whole body was being stimulated, her armpits licked, her breasts massaged, her legs engulfed, her genitals stimulated.

(Why, even though… this should be disgusting…)

She questioned herself, but she had no answer. She didn't have the presence of mind to think of one, nor was there anyone there who would help her with the quandary. Exhausting her stamina to the point of impossibility to continue rejecting the monster vocally, she could only question herself with her fading consciousness.

Why, why, why, why…

The only things there were Alfira, being forced to feel pleasure, and the monster, forcing that pleasure upon her.

(Nooo…!)

"Nnnoo!"

(Feels so gooooood!)

How many times had she climaxed?

The depths of her vagina pressed against by various shaped, Alfira climaxed from the incredibly elastic tentacle moving about within her.

She kept her face looking down, yet the only part of her that moved was her hips, which climaxed over and over.

Her lungs working even more violently in a vain attempt to get more oxygen, she started to black out from the lack of oxygen. Her head feeling as heavy as a lump of iron, she desperately tried to breathe—

"Sht—op…"

What was seized next wasn't just the insides of her vagina, but the modest fleshy pearl just above it.

In addition to the one ravishing her vagina, a long and slender tentacle twined around the base of her clitoris and moved back and forth like a snake, stimulating the entire thing.

"—! —…st…"

Still, she didn't raise her face.. no, she didn't have the energy to raise her face. All she could do was let out a silent scream, causing her throat and lungs to protest with even more pain. But even if she knew that, it wasn't like she could stop.

Her hips quivering as though they might be broken, they no longer cared anything about Alfira's say in the matter.

It was much the same for her legs.

"St—sto…!"

Her lower half was shaken. Moreover, it resumed caressing her breasts as though to going with a synchronized assault.

Her abundant breasts massaged and her nipples stroked, she climaxed once more.

Her vaginal wall rubbed against and her clitoris handled roughly, she climaxed once more.

Her love juices that should have been seeping from her swallowed up by the Black Ooze, all that defiled her lower half was its slimy mucus.

Both her trousers and panties soaked through by the mucus, they glittered in the faint light. The same could be said for parts of armor that should have been her pride as a knight… her vambraces and leg guards.

The light didn't play off just Alfira's skin as she continued convulsing, but her clothes and her armor, as well.

Unable to breathe, she gradually grew unable to use her voice at all.

Yet even so, the Black Ooze didn't cease its stimulation of Alfira's breasts, vagina, and clitoris.

"M—s… s…"

With that, Alfira blacked out.

She'd fainted.

Because of oxygen deprivation. Because of exhaustion. Because of mental anguish. Because of fear.

The various factors overlapped, sinking Alfira's consciousness far into the dark. Drool slipped from her still-open mouth.

Her drool fell down onto the mucus covering her well-developed bosom, yet even that was taken by the Black Ooze.

This strong woman's body fluids was a source of nourishment for the Black Ooze.

It was the same for the love juices that overflowed from her due to pleasure. Bringing this mother body to a climax would cause there to be more love juices, as well as make it easier for it to birth a child.

For the Black Ooze, sexual intercourse was very, very convenient.

"—, —"

Still unconscious, Alfira's body shook up and down.

The Black Ooze pushing its tentacle upward from directly below her, it continued to pleasure Alfira's body. Widening her vagina little by little, it was using a tentacle that was only around two female fingers in diameter, but as time passed, Alfira's vagina would expand to accommodate the size.

The Black Ooze had no notion of the concept of time, nor did it care that this mother body was unconscious. It would simply mold her into being more proper for its uses.

"… A-, u…"

She'd fainted, but what it would do was no different. The only instinct this monster had was to rape women and impregnate them, nothing else.

So it violated women, produced children, and took the opportunity to absorb any and all bodily fluids it came across: sweat, love juices, drool, snot, anything.

Alfira panted. At this point, she no longer voiced out rejections at all. Even though her body had long since accepted the Black Ooze, up till this point, she'd continued to deny it vocally. Now, however, that too was gone. All that was left was a body that lost to a monster and craved pleasure.

She hadn't even lost through magic or swordplay, no, it was through sex.

The resplendent knight had been defeated through sheer pleasure. If she were conscious, she might have rejected that fact, as well.

However, the Black Ooze trained this body it was working on almost as though to make sure that wouldn't happen, either. It trained this knight's, Alfira's, body to only know pleasure, climaxes, and that it was a woman's body.

"—Hah—a, ah…"

Her luscious body shook up and down as her vagina was plunged into and out, and despite the entrance to her womb being stimulated as well, she rarely let out any pained utterance. In this short amount of time, Alfira's body had simply grown that accustomed to the Black Ooze.

With the pain of losing her virginity dulled through paralytic poison, that pain had slowly turned into pleasure, thoroughly deluding her into interpreting pain as pleasure. As a result, even with her being unconscious, Alfira experienced this rough play as extremely pleasuring. She'd been forced into it.

Could humans normally even be able to have intercourse like this?

Sexual intercourse that forced the female body to suffer, treating them as objects. This was the same thing it had done to Frederica, who had become the Black Ooze's first target. Not a human, but a tool. A mother body. A nursery. A meat container only meant to produce offspring. That is how it treated her—yet she felt pleasure.

"—, —…"

Still unconscious, the heated and passionate breaths coming from her lips would drive any man wild.

Her bodily responses were remarkable, too. She shook her hips each time the roof of her vagina's opening was rubbed.

She came right away whenever the area around the opening to her womb was teased rather than forced against.

She had went into violent convulsions when it entered her womb and sucked up the fluids that had collected there, despite still being fainted.

Immediately above her vagina, her urethra twitched as if begging for something, awaiting the tentacles' caress. Her clitoris had swollen, spasming like it was an animal of its own.

As though to honor her begging, the Black Ooze produced a single tentacle even thinner than a pinky.

Pu.

The slender tentacle met with her urethra's mouth, kissing it.

"—!?"

Her reaction this time was more remarkable than any of the others. Even more than when it fondled her breasts, even more than when it plunged into her vagina. He quivered so intensely that it was obvious just how much pleasure she felt from it.

The tentacle slipped into her small, narrow urethra. Slowly, millimeter by millimeter. Gentle, so as to not damage it. Each time it crept forward, Alfira trembled, the tentacle itself moving in sync with her.

Going forward just a bit, then pulling back. Pulling back, then going further forward.

"A-ahh…"

Her voice had come to sound almost spellbound with how lax it was.

Each time the tentacle in her urethra made any move at all, her body showed an obvious reaction. And looking almost as though it were having fun with that, the Black Ooze went forward with stimulating her urethra while pleasuring her.

It was something not normally meant to be used for intercourse.

Which is exactly why Alfira—no, why the mother body showed that reaction. A reaction as a woman. She felt it even while unconscious, showing such an evident reaction through sheer pleasure.

Her entire body was dyed a light pink. Unlike the Black Ooze's corrupted odor, hers was more of a sweet scent. A sweet voice. A sweet body. Sweet sweat. A sweet, sweet, sweet…

Mother body. Each and every thing about her stimulated the Black Ooze. The men the Black Ooze absorbed merely served to enhance that drive.

The Black Ooze itself didn't think. What intentions existed within the dark, slimy mass of mucus that made up its form was to impregnate women as mother bodies, gain offspring, and build up more offspring… or not. It merely intended to impregnate and reproduce. No, rather than a true thought, perhaps it should be called instinct?

However, the foreign substances the Black Ooze absorbed, the males, were serving to remold it.

Something it hadn't felt when it watched Frederica and Satia gasp in pleasure started to emerge. The instinct of wanting Alfira to pant as gasp even more. The instinct of a man, of a male, of a beast.

It had emerged, yet it really was a small one.

Compared to the Black Ooze's instincts, it was but a speck of dust. Even so, despite how very tiny it was, the instinct, the intention, did exist.

"U—ah… nn…"

Sounds of mucus drowned out Alfira's weak moans.

Shlick, shlick.

The sound of the Black Ooze's mucus and Alfira's love juices mixing echoed through the cave.

Her soft limbs shaking wildly each movement, it was like she was trying to show it how much pleasure she felt despite being unconscious. Along with her limbs shaking up and down, so too did her tender breasts. Even while being supported by tentacles, her large chest shook, the light coming down through the ceiling to illuminate the obscenity.

It wasn't by much, but it appeared as though her abdomen stuck out slightly in the shape of a tentacle. That's just how much force the Black Ooze put into the tentacle thrust inside her vagina as it pushed her upward.

Even if this extreme pounding should rightly be accompanied by pain, the current Alfira didn't feel it. It simply wasn't enough to wake her back up.

Shlick, shlick.

Each time it drilled into her vagina, her legs opened a little more, making it easier for her to receive pleasure, easier to put her weight on her womb. To feel the tentacle pushing her up even more stronger. Leaning backward, her legs spread, her knees bent. A sticky liquid different from the tentacles' mucus leaked from her genitals.

It was evidence that this mother body named Alfira was truly experiencing pleasure. As she was unconscious, was unable to speak, and couldn't speak, she proved it through her body. It dripped from her labia, sliding down the tentacles and dripping to the ground.

"Aaah…"

Little by little, the moans coming from her mouth grew louder. Her breathing grew faster.

She was about to climax. Judging by her voice, just how potent would this next one be? How profoundly would she feel it?

The Black Ooze didn't know—couldn't know. It would just bring her to it.

The sticky sounds coming from her vagina slowly sped up and slowly grew louder.

In sync with those sounds, Alfira's voice grew louder as well.

Her body's movements grew more intense as well. Rather than through her whole body, what mostly grew more intense was the rocking of her hips.

"Haah—ah, uuu… aah—"

Clang!

Her vambraces clinked together.

By instinct, her body had tried to endure the climax that was about to assail her. Clenching her hands with her virtually nonexistent strength, they clanked. Yet in defiance to her own reaction, her waist acted against her instincts and thrust itself up to the skies and shook back and forth in obscenity.

With movements so womanly they were practically shameful, she unconsciously guided the tentacle so that it could penetrate her vagina more easily and crash against her womb, causing the tentacles' movements to all follow her waist.

It was the same for her breasts.

Massaged gently so that her faint-sleep wouldn't be disturbed, that gentleness caused her shoulders to tremble.

"Haah—ah, nnn…"

Alfira moaned.

It was entirely because of her unconsciousness that she reacted as such to the Black Ooze's caressing and pointed out her weak spots.

Her breasts, her armpits, her forearms, her entire upper half was being licked.

She was forced upward, moving her hips back and forth accordingly. Little by little, by little, by little. Entirely opposite of Alfira's feelings on the subject, her legs continued to open so that she could feel even more pleasure.

"Aaa—aaaaah…"

Then, finally, Alfira's body shook. It shook powerlessly, but it was plenty enough for it to show what Alfira felt. It only lasted for a few moments before her entire body collapsed out of exhaustion. If it weren't for her arms being held up by tentacles, she would have fell to the ground.

All power left her limbs, she even fell silent.

She was entirely like a human that had been hanged. Sweat and mucus-wetted hair covered her face and love juices overflowed from her lower body.

Tentacles crawled across her body, absorbing those juices. At this point, Alfira didn't even react to anything the Black Ooze did to her outside of pleasuring.

It pulled one of its tentacles out of her unresponsive body, followed by another. They were the ones that had been ravishing her vagina and her urethra. In particular, the tentacle that had been inside her urethra was so long that it was a wonder that it had fit itself entirely into her urethra—and it was thick.

At first, it was around the thickness of a pinky, but now it was a size bigger than when it had started this time. This was because that each time Alfira's urethra grew accustomed to the size of the Black Ooze's tentacle, it would grow thicker, just enough so that not even Alfira would realize it. Even so, although it wasn't the size of a pinky anymore, Alfira's body and mind had already learned.

Learned that it was a place she could feel pleasure from.

And that the only thing that could ravish her there was the Black Ooze.

Her body, so weak that it hadn't even reacted when the tentacle removed itself from her urethra, trembled slightly. Immediately following, a beautifully transparent stream of liquid flowed out from her urethra.

For a knight… and for a woman, she had fallen to an extremely shameful state.

"Nn, ah…"

A bewitching, passionate moan escaped her lips.

Her lips were parted slightly as though begging for something. Her small tongue sometimes peeked its way through, licking her lips in an irresistibly obscene manner—like she was enticing a man, like she couldn't hold the passion in her body back. An action that would be unthinkable from her usual self.

This woman—the silver knight, Fiana, who'd come to this abandoned mine together with Alfira, was spread out collapsed on a bed of mucus. Although her slight stirrs here and there appeared to indicate that she was asleep, with her limbs were all spread out and held in place at the elbows and knees, making it so that she wouldn't have been able to move much even if she had been awake.

She did not have the sword she'd used to slay numerous monsters in her hand, nor was it in its scabbard at her waist. Her armor had been removed, so all she wore was her nun-like robe.

Her eyes were staring at the ceiling, but they saw nothing.

Her eyes held no light in them.

Her eyes open yet unseeing, Fiana's body was forced into its stirring.

Shlick.

A certain sound echoed through the cave. Unlike the woman's heated, sweet moans, it was a disgusting sound. Even hearing this sound, Fiana did nothing but stare blankly at the ceiling.

"A-ah—uuu…"

Her body quivered.

It wasn't that she climaxed. However, it was that she'd felt a definite pleasure. Her mucus-soaked clothing sliding and sloshing, further disgusting sounds could be heard. Her waist, hidden by her robe's nun-like apron, shook fruitlessly.

Her black garter belt peeked out through the slits in her robe. Fair white skin, silvery hair, and white clothes. She was brilliantly bright head to toe save for her listless red eyes and black garter belt.

As if to defile that brightness, black tentacles crawled across her well-structured body.

Shlick, shlick.

Unparalleled obscene sounds still echoing through the cave, it caressed her still-bra-protected breasts from beneath and from under her bra, causing them to bounce around and produce even more sound. It was a sound built up through two definite bundles of fat covered by mucus being sloshed around as they continually attempted to return their normal shape.

It could be said that the petite Fiana having such giant breasts was imbalanced. Almost like it were playing with them, the tentacles lifted them up two or three times and let them fall back down, each time letting out another obscene sound.

Impatiently shaking her hips each and every time, Fiana… that is, the veteran knight accepted its loving, her expression tinged with lust.

She felt great.

Wrapped in a soft warmth, her entire body was being caressed and massaged. Her shoulders, arms, palms, fingers, thighs, calves, everything.

Her whole body being caressed, she felt her entire body flush. Being massaged while her mind felt like it was submerged in comfortably warm water, she let out a comforted sigh.

Fiana was dreaming with her eyes wide open, seeing dreamlike things.

Someone was caressing her. She just couldn't figure out who was doing it.

Perhaps it wasn't a question of who, but a question of what? Perhaps it was an abominable monster?

Either way, Fiana couldn't figure it out. Her was being caressed all over, and she accepted that comfort whole-heartedly, letting out sweet sighs. She came to the conclusion that this was a natural feeling, which meant that being caressed like this was natural too.

Not holding any doubts about it, she could feel herself growing warmer moment by moment, growing more passioned moment by moment. She could feel her body trembling.

This was natural.

"—Ha, ah—ah… aah…"

Sweet, warm. Warm, sweet. The passioned moan of a woman.

Each time Fiana moaned, the Black Ooze caressed her. She wasn't quite as petite as Satia, but more so than Satia, she was about as well-fleshed as Frederica, rivaling her. It caressed her, molded her.

Saying that she'd been defeated would be incorrect. However, it is true that she'd been neutralized by the Black Ooze. Yet no matter how effective it was at neutralizing people, the Black Ooze wouldn't forget. It would remember.

Therefore, similar to Frederica, similar to Satia, the best way for it to make use of this strong woman would be to use her as a nursery bed in this abandoned mine. For the Black Ooze, which had only eaten men, this was the sole means it had to deal with them.

It had their experience, their knowledge as men. Making women fall, impregnating them, having them give birth. It would use this experience to obtain Fiana.

To obtain the strong mother body known as Fiana. To birth strong children. Dulling her consciousness through magic so that she wouldn't resist, it made her react through honest instincts, domesticating her through pleasure.

Slowly, oh so slowly.

The Black Ooze held no concept of time. Although it knew what morning and night were as it were also part of the knowledge it had gained, it didn't care either way. No, rather it didn't think about it at all.

It just did nothing but pleasure Fiana and the other female knight, Alfira. No matter how long, how many days, or how many weeks, it would continue until the women reached the point of being able to bear its children. It would then continue having them birth children. The Black Ooze would repeat this conduct unconcerned of anything else.

Her well-built body grew tender, forged by fiery licentiousness, melted by pleasure.

"Nn—nnu…"

Fiana breathed out a sweet moan… it was by just a small amount, but she shook her waist.

She'd also arrived at a bit of a climax.

Passioned breaths tickled her nose. Her sighs growing rougher, shallower, quicker—that they were growing more wild, she knew. Bit by bit, Fiana's body started to accept the Black Ooze.

The change was slow, but as time passed on, it grew more apparent. The interval between her waist trembling shortened little by little, her whole body eventually joining in. With her body still affixed outstretched to the mucus bed, she stirred with rough breathing.

And, again, her waist quivered.

This repeated.

For Fiana and her mature body, these caresses were equivalent to torture. Even Satia and her yet-mature body found them to be enough to bring her to tears.

Even though she wasn't conscious, Fiana's body moved of its own volition, as it to beg for more of those torture-like caresses.

"Ah—not… there…"

Unconscious, Fiana spoke.

It was her reaction in opposition to the tentacles playing with her breasts.

There were slight protrusions at the tips of her breasts, held below her soaked clothing and bra. Her nipples were erect enough to be seen from beneath her clothing.

The tentacles grazed those peaks, causing Fiana to give obvious reactions despite still being clad in those thick clothes. Her all-too-abundant chest appeared to be rather sensitive.

Noticing that Fiana's peaks were visibly erect through her clothes, the Black Ooze pressed into them.

"Uun—"

The tentacles' tips pressed into her soft, large breasts. When it did so, Fiana's body arced in a torrent of pleasure.

Her bra and genitals were hidden by her apron, but she seemed all the more licentious due to reacting so visibly despite still being clothed.

Her legs were open wide, her chest was thrust toward the ceiling, and her mouth was wide open, moaning.

Her eyes still didn't have any light within them, but Fiana still managed to convey what she felt to the Black Ooze as she looked upward.

That she felt comfortable, felt pleasure, and that she wanted more.

Even with her honest reactions, though, the Black Ooze's course of action had already been decided.

Not comprehending her words, the monster would follow its instincts and modify Fiana into a mother body.

"Aah—ah, aahuu…"

The trembling in her limbs grew more visible. Her chest, shoulders, armpits, even though those were all that were being massaged, she was about to climax.

Still in her dreamlike state, Fiana wasn't attempting to conceal her pleasure in the least, despite being so near to a monster, something she should have detested. Her body showed the fact that she was nearing a climax.

The Black Ooze wasn't about to stop caressing her softened body either, so she was at its mercy.

Her breathing grew more rough. She thrust her waist out and arced her back in accordance to the tentacle's massaging movements. Her moaning, her breathing, her body, everything was a reaction to her instincts demanding to climax.

"… Har… der…"

Her voice weak, Fiana spoke.

Just then, there was a slight change in the Black Ooze. It massaged her chest, stimulating her nipples. However, although the Black Ooze would have only been caressing Fiana to cause her to become ever more tender up till now, this time, as it was requested by Fiana, it crumpled her breasts even more vigorously.

"Nnn, nnn—"

Her expression loosened from the ecstasy. Her mouth curving into a smile out of pure delight, she threw her chest out as far as she could so that the tentacles would have an even easier time with them. It was but a slight change, yet it had answered a woman's request. The change had happened.

This change was something the Black Ooze gained from the new men—the men that had come together with Fiana and Alfira, it was a change in sentiment. When it had violated Alfira, it had a bit of this intention.

However, that was all. It rubbed her breasts more forcibly, that was all. It crammed her twin peaks into her twin hills, that was all. It didn't give Fiana any further stimulation despite her begging for it, but it continued caressing her entire body. The intention had been born, but it wouldn't so easily prevail over instinct.

Just like how it hadn't changed what it did to Satia no matter how much she begged for more, it only went as far as caressing Fiana's relatively petite body for her age.

It wasn't enough.

For a mature adult like Fiana, this was a torturous tease that only brought her a shallow climax.

Her waist trembled, thrusting out to the sky as if to seek out a certain something.

And then—

"Kuh, ah… aau, ah—ah—"

The massage continued. Her chest was massaged, her arms were massaged, her armpits were massaged. Everything repeated. This hellish torture… repeated.

Tears spilt from her vacant eyes. They were not from happiness. They were from agonizing pain, they were tears of sadness.

Not because she was being violated by a monster, oh no… it was because her flesh wasn't being satisfied that she shed these sorrowful tears.

It was obvious to anyone who took a look at her. Her expression had changed. Even though she'd climaxed, her expression was cloudy and her body, lacking sufficient satisfaction, immediately began to once again thrust its waist back into the air. Her limbs were still bound to the mucus bed, causing her to be unable to move much. This lack of freedom is exactly what caused her desperate expression as she thrust her hips into the sky.

Shlick, shlick.

The sticky, disgusting sound grew ever more loud. Even louder than when she'd climaxed earlier. Not caring about that, Fiana—the female knight who had once attempted to defeat the Black Ooze, was now unconsciously shaking her waist at it, pleading for pleasure.

How much time had passed since this all started?

It felt like an eternity. Alfira being f*cked until she fainted, then Fiana and her dreamlike mind shaking her hips at the Black Ooze, begging for more fleshy satisfaction.

Two new figures emerged in the chaos.

No, they weren't new. They were those who'd already been here. Two people who had been caught by the Black Ooze even before Fiana and Alfira were.

Frederica Rene and Satia.

Frederica's blonde hair was slightly wet. She wasn't too surprised by what she saw as she approached the flesh bed made of mucus.

She didn't feel disgusted by the sight, only interest. Satia walked behind Frederica. Her face showed no change as she looked on. Barely any emotion showed on her doll-like face.

"Fufu."

She smiled when she saw Fiana laying on the flesh bed. It wasn't out of scorn. Nor was it out of delight. It held no emotion to it in the least, it merely had the shape of a smile.

If Satia's face showed barely any emotion, her smile was devoid of any emotion whatsoever.

Fiana was strong. Brave. She had fought the Black Ooze, and now, there was no trace of the knight with an unwavering will. From what she heard from Satia, and from what she saw, Frederica could only imagine how fierce the fight had been.

Although she was like this now, Frederica had been an adventurer who held pride in her ability. She'd met Fiana before she made her way to this abandoned cave and encountered her again. She'd seen how powerful the female knight's magic had been. The fact that she had at least an order of magnitude more mana than herself was evident.

Knights. The shields that protected the people, the swords that protected the country.

So even that knight is a woman.

Frederica sneered, not voicing her thoughts aloud.

Satia took one look at Frederica, then proceeded to approach one of the tentacles. The tentacle was in the middle of caressing Fiana, but she paid the knight no heed and reached for it.

After they had left the mine, they had cleaned their bodies and clothes. But Satia still brought the tentacle dripping with slimy mucus lovingly to her cheeks and licked it. In response, the tentacle wrapped around Satia's tongue.

Her petite tongue licked the tentacle eagerly, as if trying to scrape the mucus off. Just the mere brush of the tentacle against the roof of her mouth made her knees weak. She put both hands onto the tentacle. Her lower body began to rock back and forth.

Meanwhile, Frederica averted her eyes from Fiana, and looked amazedly at how quickly her comrade had acted upon returning to the mine.

To Satia, the Black Ooze was her Master, her lover, the object of her devotion. Nobody could get in her way, not Fiana, not Alfira, not even Frederica.

"I wonder, how long will you last until you become like her?"

"More…"

Just as Frederica muttered that in scorn, Fiana spoke in a whispered voice.

Fiana's ruby-red eyes reflected nothing. Frederica looked down on those eyes. As she did so, she put her index finger in front of those eyes, and a flame appeared at her fingertip.

It was magic. The power imbued in her words shaped the world to her will to manifest phenomena.

As a magician, Frederica could manifest those phenomena. The Black Ooze continued to caress Fiana, and Satia continued to service the slime.

The pale flame flickered in front of Fiana's eyes. Her lightless ruby eyes absorbed the light. She was limp, like a corpse.

"Ah… ah…"

Her breathing stopped, and her body no longer moved in response to the tentacles' embrace. Her voice became silent. She was robbed of her will.

It wasn't exactly hypnotism, but rather a creative application of flame magic. The flickering of the flames influenced one's spirit. Normally, a strong willed knight like her could easily shrug off its effects.

But now, she had been defeated by the Black Ooze. She had been violated. She was only half-conscious. In a daze, had Fiana submitted to the Black Ooze's administrations. She had allowed it to reach her soft spots, her weak spots. She could no longer resist.

Sometimes, she broke out of her daze, and having recovered her magic power, she tried to resist. However, due to Frederica's spell, she was helpless. Even though she was a long-lived elf and a knight who had slain many monsters, if all of her mana was robbed each time she recovered any, then there was no way for her to resist the constant hypnosis.

Just as Frederica began to worry that she might have stopped breathing, the Black Ooze inserted its tentacles into the knight's womb.

"Nnnah!"

That elicited an erotic cry that Frederica hadn't yet heard from her that echoed thought he walls of the mine. Could she have been dreaming of a long-lost lover? Or maybe she saw the figure of her ideal man embracing her?

Fiana's face slackened in ecstasy. Her cheeks were suffused with blood. If she hadn't known better, Frederica would never have believed that the woman writhing on the meat bed was once a proud knight.

However—those tentacles. Knowing full well that she would end up like that whenever she is embraced by those tentacles, she couldn't make fun of her for it.

"Nnnn…."

Frederica let out a nasally voice. She didn't know when it had happened, but a tentacle had wrapped around her own recently washed body, just like it had done to the other women. Her limbs were more well-built than Saitia's, but that that didn't impede the tentacles. Frederica felt her body grow weak as her libido grew.

She moaned.

Even though she had no intentions of resisting, they wrapped around her arms, legs and neck.

Even if she knew that they wouldn't begin to strangle her, it still scared her some. The Black Ooze was a monster, and she was a monster-slaying adventurer. She knew that.

And although she'd devoted herself to the Black Ooze like Satia, she hadn't been reduced to a stupor like Fiana.

Which is why she felt fear at being in its mercy. She was lifted into the air. The tentacles slithered across the black undergarments covering her voluptuous breasts, kneading them as if as if milking a cow.

She had painstakingly spent so much time cleaning her clothes.

An indescribable sense of pleasure washed over Frederica upon seeing the clothes become stained. Her womb began to throb as slime flowed across her skin.

She had known it as soon as she smelled the odor of the Black Ooze when she returned to the mine.

Or rather, it had been in the back of her mind as soon as she had chosen to return.

She knew that she didn't return to defeat the abomination. She could have fled. Instead, Frederica chose to return.

"Hah—aaah…"

Untying the braided cords of her leather boots with its tentacles as it lifted her into the air, it deftly stripped her of long-used boots. Even though she washed her boots, they still smelled, and that embarrassed her as a woman.

"… N-no… d-don't…"

Even if she knew it was pointless, Frederica couldn't stop herself from voicing those words. The Black Ooze had an intelligence to it. Frederica knowing that was because this slime had been ravishing her in accordance to what she said.

Where she was weak, where she felt good. Whatever way she wanted it.

Without her saying it, the Black Ooze had gained the knowledge of the various men it had absorbed over time.

Even so, she asked for it to stop. It would not stop no matter how much she pleaded, though.

Even if she climaxed. Even if she fainted. Even if she wanted to sleep. Even if it hurt her.

The Black Ooze would never not stop fondling her. She'd long since been taught the pleasure of climaxing even while half-unconscious.

Therefore—

"Wai—n, fuu!?"

She cried out in surprise. The tentacle that had removed her boots crept up her legs, towards her genitals.

It wasn't because it was hard to strip her, but it wanted to make her cry out as much as possible in revulsion. That's what Frederica felt.

She didn't know why.

When Frederica turned towards Satia, she saw that three new tentacles had popped up, entangling Satia's petite limbs.

One of the tentacles had wrapped around Satia's waist, and lifted her onto another flesh bed. One for Satia alone.

On that bed, she would be screwed silly, screwed until she lost consciousness.

All of her body would be caressed. Her slender breasts, her small nipples, her hairless genitals. She would probably end up half-dead with tears, drool and mucus splattered all over her face.

After her body was caressed enough to make her more pliable, it would inseminate her. The Black Ooze's seed. A slime's seed. A monster's seed.

Satia would be impregnated by her Master.

Satia looked anxiously at the tentacle that had left her lips.

It was a form of torture, Frederica thought.

On and on, forever being caressed. It would feel good… but that was if it's only once. Always being pushed to the brink of fainting, and then being ravished. That sort of torture.

That was why, despite looking wistfully at the departing tentacle, Satia did not try to disobey her Master's will and get off the bed. She groped at her chest through her thick robes with her hands, in anticipation for what was about to happen to her. Even so, she was shivering in fear—a tentacle bound the expectant Satia's limbs outward. It wasn't to prevent her from fleeing. It was to prevent her from climaxing by pleasuring herself.

Seeing that, Frederica gulped.

At the same time, she felt the tentacles that were making her way up her leg finally reach her groin and slide across her underwear.

"Uu—uaaah!?"

There was no compassion in that movement.

Frederica's body was more mature than Satia's. The tentacles penetrated her without any sort of foreplay. But it didn't hurt. Rather, it felt good despite the pain.

She cried out in surprise, but that was due to the sensation of something pushing open her vulva. Her vagina, however, tenderly enveloped the invader without resisting.

Above all, ever since she came to the mine, ever since she caught the smell of the Black Ooze, her womb had begun to throb. It was a smell most would find nauseating. An upright person would be revolted by the smell. But it was like an aphrodisiac to Frederica and Satia.

Even a whiff of the odor caused them to wetten with nectar.

The odor from the mucus tentacles promised not pain, but pleasure.

Frederica's revulsion slowly turned into pleasure. She gave herself to that pleasure.

She didn't embrace it like Satia had. But Frederica had more experience with men than Satia. In a sense, that made her appreciate the Black Ooze's administrations more.

No human could bring her that much pleasure. She would be ravished. Even if she fainted, even if she begged for it to stop, even if she cried out, even if she came, even if she bowed their heads in submission.

Thus, Frederica, the adventurer whom all her colleagues thought of as a strong-willed woman, had fallen. She was strong willed. But more than that, she felt such great pleasure from losing control, from being violated against her will. She herself had not known this hidden side of her.

The Black Ooze was what had brought that side to light. The Ooze was the only thing that knew it. And above all, as Frederica had come to learn, the Black Ooze was the only thing that could make her submit like that.

Within that abandoned mine, Satia and the others were subjected to the Black Ooze's desires. Three days and nights. No, they had been violated for even longer than that.

The total sum of pleasure they'd been bestowed with could be viewed as a limitless wonder.

So—

"Ah!? Ah-a—aaah!?"

Lifted up and her legs forcibly parted, the slime struck itself into her vagina. Although the tentacle reached the entrance to her womb with a surprising rush, she still felt virtually no pain. Unable to even attempt to pull away due to being held in place, it was able to continue pressing itself up against her womb's entrance.

Despite the tentacle thrusting itself into her so forcibly and despite being subjected to something that was by all rights painful, Frederica could only moan in pleasure.

The pain.

She welcomed the pain from the depths of her soul and had prepared her body for this, yet even so, pain would always accompany her womb being pressed against so tempestuously.

Even with that, her moans gradually grew louder, saliva dripping from the corners of her lax mouth.

Painful. Yet pleasurable. Yet painful. Yet pleasurable.

Her mind couldn't keep up, growing muddled.

She couldn't care about Fiana in the least by then. She didn't care what would happen to her from then on.

She was happy that she was still clothed. She was being violated rather… violently—and she was made to feel that to an incredible degree. With everything happening, she was able to fantasize that she was in the middle of being forced into this.

Shlick.

A sticky sound came from within her trousers. Frederica's own secretions were mixing with the mucus that soaked her underpants.

Her trousers had grown so wet at the area between her legs that it looked much as though she'd peed herself. Although she knew that it wasn't as though all of the liquid was from her getting so wet in such a short amount of time, it was still embarrassing.

Frederica's beautiful face was dyed red, looking much like a maiden.

However, even though the tentacles' offense had weakened, it wasn't as if they'd stopped entirely.

With her body bouncing each time the tentacles pushed into her, her breasts followed suit beneath her mucus-plastered undergarments with remarkable leaps. Her long-since erect nipples were clearly visible through her black undergarments.

"—Nn, no—t, the—-eeeere…"

In sheer defiance of gravity, the Black Ooze held Frederica's breasts upward and began to wring them out as though to milk them. Feeling a painful sensation from her nipples, she looked toward her breasts.

(No way…)

It was something that would never normally occur. Let alone as a woman, she wasn't even treated as a human…. she was being dealt with like a toy, her dignity growing ever more broken.

Yet while that may have been the case, knowing that wasn't hurtful.

Her inner womb throbbing, she strove to thrust her hips along with the tentacles despite her precarious position in the air. Her body was reacting so as to make it feel even better.

Yes—this felt great to her.

"Har… der… do it, harder—"

She felt like the tentacles actually started to move slightly faster. The tentacle working on her breasts also did so with more strength, stimulating her nipples by pulling on them.

It violating her from under her clothes reminded her of the first time this monster had its way with her, bringing yet more stimulating humiliation to her.

That time was much—much more cruel. Her cries, her shouts, they meant nothing. She truly was taken the entire night. It was gross, smelly, nauseating… and even though her traveling companions were within the slime, she was only able to indulge in her desires and beg to be let go.

She also recalled how it hadn't let her go, of course.

She felt heat accumulate within her and something press against her womb. Not even thinking about it, she moved her hips as though to guide the slime inside.

It was there that felt the best for her. Her dignity, her morality—what did she care? This monster was able to bring her to a place where none of that mattered, where she felt so good she didn't want it to matter.

It's semen. Different from human semen, it was a magical liquid that could impregnate a beauty like Frederica in one go. Once filled with it, there was no turning back—from this monster, from mankind's enemy, from this wickedness she should have abhorred.

Pregnant.

She'd be pregnant.

She'd birth another monster.

It wasn't stark refusal that played along her lips as she thought that, oh no—it was sheer ecstasy, a delighted scream.

"Nnnnaaaah!? No, not that… nnn!!"

She screamed like a young virgin. It was merely for form's sake, of course. Both Frederica and the Black Ooze understood this. She'd been gladly grabbing at the tentacle giving her its magical liquid so as to bring it even further in. If she truly didn't want this, she merely had to use magic to escape.

She could escape by burning its tentacles. She'd long since recovered the mana for that.

The Black Ooze knew this, as did Frederica. It wasn't as if she couldn't escape. She simply didn't. Why? Well…

"Nnnn—-noooo!?"

Her lower body shook greatly. Unable to stop the tentacle, the entrance to her womb allowed the tentacle and the magical liquid it released inside. Her womb, now long accustomed to this, opened itself for the Black Ooze's ejaculation.

It entered her womb, a place for developing children. Feeling it press itself hard against the side of her womb, she felt a sharp pain and let a genuine scream out.

It hurt, it hurt badly—with her putting that sentiment into her scream, the mucus tentacle stopped being so rough, instead withdrawing and changing its piercing motion into what more closely resembled a licking motion. With that, her womb relaxed somewhat and dribbled some of its magical liquid back out.

It could lick spots a human just couldn't. It was incredibly disgraceful, yes, but also incredibly pleasant. As it stimulated tender spots no human penis could, she would feel sensations entirely impossible for her to feel anywhere else.

"W—ait. Wait, wait! I-I just…"

It sounded like she was wanting to say it couldn't do something, but she wasn't able to finish because of what it was doing to her.

She didn't really know what she didn't want it to do, but Frederica still tried to stop it from doing that something. The mucus tentacle undulated, stimulating her vaginal wall. It shape changed from one moment to the next. It was snake-like at one moment only to be like several penis heads the next. Every so often it would press up against her vaginal wall towards her navel so strongly that its shape was somewhat visible from the outside.

It was impossible to grow used to its ever-changing shape, let alone how it was able to find sensitive spots that Frederica herself didn't know about, nor how it would subsequently focus on those places.

This wasn't to pleasure Frederica, this was to examine Frederica's… no, a woman's body. Of the people the Black Ooze had come across, only four had been women. This was the reason it so thoroughly examined the four's bodies, using that information for the next time it would use them as nurseries. That was all.

Again, it held no love or attraction toward her.

Frederica knew well how the Black Ooze treated Satia no differently even with her constant whispers of love to it—other than it growing more consistent, that is.

In the end, this was just a monster that provided her with pleasure. There was nothing more to it.

And although she understood that asking Fiana and the others for help and escaping here was the correct answer, she just couldn't do it.

"Th—-ere, the—-re, gooood!"

The top of her vaginal wall, on the opposite side of her clitoris. Pushing up on it from the inside, it constantly informed her of new weak spots.

"Aooooah!? Ooh, aah…"

Blotches dripped out into her thick trousers. Frederica heard a sloppy sound coming from inside her trousers, their color growing dark from being wetted.

Her unstable position in the air falling apart as she went into convulsions, she crashed toward the ground. Just before she hit, several tentacles supported Frederica's limbs, wrapped around her waist, and listed her butt into the air.

This wasn't so that Frederica wouldn't fall.

Frederica, about to voice her gratitude for catching her, stopped herself. This was because her waist and was fixed in place, stopping her from moving and dispersing some of the lingering waves of pleasure from a moment before.

Her convulsions forcibly held down, it focused on the new weak point it just realized she had.

She couldn't see it since it was hidden beneath her trousers, but her lower abdomen was pushed outward by its strong movements. Her untouched clitoris had uncovered itself and was rubbing against her now-soaked underwear.

"Ah, n-no… d-don—"

Her upper-body raged from the excited sensations coursing through her, but no matter how much strength she tried to use, she couldn't move her lower half at all. With even her convulsions sealed from her, it kept attacking her vagina and having her clitoris rub against her undergarments by the vibrations caused.

Its tentacle up-and-down rather than in-and-out, she tried moving her upper body to somehow escape the mind-numbing pleasure. Just then, however, the tentacles massaging her breasts intensified their efforts.

Winding themselves around her breasts in spirals, they concentrated on tormenting her nipples.

Starting from the base of her breasts, they squeezed out toward her nipples as if she were being milked.

Her breasts were wanting to collapse themselves since she was laying in the air chest-up, but they were forced into bullet like shapes.

The whole of the vagina and the whole of the breasts could be said to both be the largest erogenous zones on a woman's body, but they were also targets one couldn't help but torment. Ignoring the drool dripping from her mouth, Frederica let out a loud moan as he upper body and legs convulsed over and over. Her boots had slipped off at some point and her toes curled as if to grab at something.

The dark spot on her trousers grew larger each time she convulsed, it had already reached her buttocks. She looked just like a child who'd wet their pants.

Even so, what she was wearing were fairly thick trousers, ones suitable for adventuring. That's just how much Frederica had leaked.

"St—op, it… alreeeeeeady!!"

Her face looked up toward the ceiling, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes. Her eyes wide open, her mouth was unable to meet her lungs' desperate demand for oxygen as she began to breath wildly through both her nose and mouth.

She looked pitiful with snot, tears, and saliva covering her face, but the tentacles didn't slow down at all.

The one in her vagina continued its up-and-down motion, licking her womb while also stimulating the ceiling, floor, and sides of her vagina all at once.

She couldn't keep up.

Frederica's mind couldn't process the extreme levels of pleasure being sent to it.

It was pleasure, but also painful. The extremes raged in her mind as her body screamed at it, yet she was unable to do anything in response.

Even if she knew it was meaningless, Frederica could only beg for mercy. It was just that there was nothing left to protect Frederica's sense of reason.

Like this, she was brought to climax countless times—over and over until even after her mind and body were exhausted to the point she couldn't even react anymore… Finally, at the far end of her vagina… the monster ejected its liquid into her, impregnating her.