Let's kill him.
I can't believe He just walked up to the Butcher like this, unprotected.
He doesn't know, isn't he?
He doesn't know that the Butcher's tongue can be extended.
There was a swooshing sound, and my bluish-green tongue wrapped around the hobgoblin's throat.
The hobgoblin's eyes were confused as if he didn't know what was happening. I am pleased with his silly expression.
Without pausing, I flick my tongue to attract him like a chameleon.
Then the hobgoblin comes flying to me over my Miss like a fish caught on a rod.
Then my gum-baring mouth bites straight down into his neck.
The bite force of the butcher surpasses that of a crocodile and it's on par with great white sharks. Biting an alien's neck is like biting into a snack.
He made a nasty noise, and I could see that I had ripped his throat out without any resistance.
He didn't even have time to scream. Apparently, I'm becoming more adept at using the Butcher's body.
My chest heaved. I felt refreshed. It would be quiet for a while.
The hobgoblin's body twitches and jerks.
I looked over to see that he had ejaculated on the back of the girl while being lifted up by my mouth. So it is true that in this kind of death-defying situation, a man will ejaculate like a salmon.
Hmmm ... that's so little.
If my ejaculation is like a carton of thick whipped cream, He is like a demitasse cup of low-fat milk.
It's not thick enough, it's not the right amount. It's too weak to arouse a woman.
That's right, I'll call you Mr.Demitasse from now on. Oh, but He's going to die soon, so it doesn't matter.
As soon as I put pressure on my mouth, Mr.Demitasse blood flows into my throat.
It's delicious. My whole body starts fizzing.
The warm, rusty blood poured into my mouth directly from the thick carotid artery in my neck. I drank it like crazy. as if I was sucking the delicious juice out of a straw.
Butcher is a carnivore. Eating meat gives them a lot of energy.
Especially when it is eaten alive, it is the most ecstatic.
The aliens seem to understand this characteristic, and my food is usually crunchy food that tastes like dog food to keep Butcher's aggression in check. I'm treated like livestock. My frustration is building up.
It's been a long time since I've had blood. I gulp it down and drink it.
Then I felt a surge of sexual desire in my lower abdomen.
When I was drawn to that feeling and turned my gaze down, I see the girl who had blood on her head laying stunned on the floor, looking up at me.
I've ... lost it. I was so angry that I almost forgot she was here.
The Butcher has a tendency to lose its temper like this, and you never know what he might do. It's a momentary impulse that even I, who controls his body, can't control.
I know you're scared. But I'm not going to eat you but I can't speak so I can't tell her. I'm in trouble.
As I sucked on Demetus's blood and pondered, a gasp escaped my lips, and I saw her pick up my burning stick in a panicked manner.
It's twice as hot as normal because I am drinking fresh blood. She flicked her tongue fearfully like a puppy, perhaps afraid of getting killed.
But Miss eventually licked up my beastly core, which is so painstakingly taut, and then immediately devoured it using the entirety of her throat as usual.
This girl's professionalism is amazing. Hats off to you... for continuing in this situation.
As I am giving her a respectful look like that, she looks up at me with moist eyes as she sucked my son into her mouth.
A flirtatious or beguiling look.
You're so scared. I'm sorry.
Maybe she thought that if she kept satisfying me, I wouldn't eat her. You're a strong woman, aren't you? It's just what I expected.
She looked at me with a passionate gaze as I roughly slurped the living blood from his neck, and worked hard to serve her lips. Such an immoral situation increased my libido inevitably.
I couldn't hold back any longer.
The desire that is boiling in the pit of my stomach, I poured it into her mouth with all my might.
I had been wanting to make her drink it for a long time, so I am very happy. The pleasure rushed not only to my waist but also to my neck as numbness ran through me.
The beast's semen, which had been concentrated by drinking the blood, was expelled in a torrent.
She took it all in and drank it. While no one is watching, she closed her eyes and repeated the swallowing desperately, trying not to spill a single drop. Her face was burning red, but she looked so happy.
I drink the blood, strain the dirty blood through this cursed body, convert it into innocent cum, and she drinks them.
Such a systematic and sensual composition, full of functional beauty, was established in the dark and cold cell.
This is a small paradise I had created.
The only sounds that exist are the sound of me slurping blood and her drinking semen.
****
–A Monster.
If I had to describe myself, that would be the only word I would use.
I rape, I kill, I eat.
That's it.
And I actually have the power to impose that fear on all life forms.
I am a veritable monster, beyond the control of the world.
But my mind is still human. It's normal. So I have a right to revenge. If I lose my mind, it's not revenge. It's just killing.
Sooner or later, I will hide in the dark and start the secret revenge.
One by one, surely and quickly. every last one of them. I will use my hideous body to inflict despair. I dare them to resist, and then I will crush them with my power. I'll watch it happen with excitement, and I'll laugh in this thick flesh.
And it won't stop until I am satisfied.
Suddenly, there is a word that flashed through my mind.
The Beast of Gevaudan.
The legend of the invisible, unidentified, blasphemous beast that had repeatedly slaughtered people in medieval France, terrorizing both citizens and politicians alike.
I think I heard a story about it a long time ago.
It's a name that makes me very excited.
A monster that terrorized people and was touted as divine punishment.
I want to be that thing. I'm going to be the one to take on the role of God and bring down the scum of the earth.
–If you do anything wrong, Gevaudan will come for you.
I don't know why. This name, It just feels right.
I've made up my mind.
I will call myself Gevaudan!
G-é-v-a-u-d-a-n
It sounds wonderful! I want to show it off to this girl right now!
This is my secret!, and I'm willing to share it with her.
The next thing I knew, a roar of delight frighteningly shook the cell.
I drop my gaze, throttling myself with elation.
Mistress is engrossed in me, munching on me.
I couldn't make out any words.
I can't even understand her words.
I'm lonely.
I'd like to eat his brains... but I need her help.
The tongue is the only thing that can support the bones of the neck. It's going to be a bit difficult to bite into the rounded head. But I had no way of communicating that request to her. I had to be satisfied with her service.
It's inconvenient when you can't talk to someone. I wondered if there is any way to communicate with her.
In the end, we both indulged in the act until Mr. Demetus dried up.
Mistress finally collapsed to the floor, her eyes rolling. I could not help but gaze at her satisfied figure, stained with all kinds of bodily fluids. She's so charming. Glorious. Beautiful.
I hope they don't find out that she drank a lot of my cum.
If she leaves this place because of it, then…
Then I'll have to start fighting back.
I slurped ferociously and bit down on the spinal cord in my mouth.