Huh. She's quite pretty for an alien. That's unusual.
As I was looking at her with interest and admiration, a man reached out his arm from outside the bar and snatched her beret.
Then two beautiful triangular ears popped out from underneath.
The girl held the ears that were standing up on her head with both hands and slumped down on the spot.
Cat ears ... or fox ears? Is this a ... beastman type? I saw a lot of them in town.
That's fine, but it kind of pissed me off. Because the guy took off her beret.
What are you doing to my precious cloth that I was going to use ...?
Let's think about the situation.
My guess is this. This fox girl has been trapped for some reason. The perpetrators are the two guys outside. This fox-child isn't assigned to me, but was thrown in here to make it look like an accident so that I could humiliate her.
Is it bullying or something? That's the vibe I'm getting.
I don't like being taken advantage of.
I waited and hesitated.
My answer is….
I stretched out my tongue like a frog, and instantly snatched the beret from the man's hand.
The men shuddered and backed away.
I carried the sauvage girl that had fallen at my feet under my arm and held her gently. I leave the fox girl alone.
In the distance, I tore off the beret, split it in two, and placed it under the knees of the girl.
As long as I have a cloth, I have no use for the fox girl.
No matter. It's the doggie style I've always wanted. I want to do her with 'bang, bang, bang' noise.
With a thud, my reddish-black cock plunged into the plump ass crack of the sauvage girl.
"–Hmmm, ... ah!!!"
After all, it's good to be on all fours to take the edge off. The sensation of penetration from behind is different, and it's a refreshing change.
Yeah, yeah. This is just right. The beret is made of the same material as the felt, so it gives her a good amount of cushioning. Her knees are protected.
"–Ng-ah!?ah, ah, ah, ahhh Ah… Oh! Hii… Ah ah…so good!!"
The sauvage girl wasalso shaking her hair, and she was mindlessly excited. The tension in her voice returned. I inserted her from behind, and with one rough thrust, she seemed to have a small orgasm. The folds of her flesh still twitched with each thrust, stimulating my muscles as I continued to move.
Finally, she moves her hips in sync with my movements and starts to turn her hips upward. Do you want it so bad? You can't do it in the back very often, can you? I'll give it to you.
I put my hands around her waist to hold her in place, and gave her a big, deep stroke, slapping her ass, and her ecstasy reached its peak.
"Ah! ah! ah!!! ah! ah! ah!!! AH!! AH!! AH!! AH! AH! AH!"
There was no reason, just the cry of a woman in heat.
I was so engrossed in her as if I devoured her buttocks.
Then her ass tightens up, and I squeeze it to relieve the tension and get the love juices flowing inside her softening vagina.
I slowly pull out against the vacuum.
I continued to wait for her vagina to release its tension then pummeled her again after gaining some lubrication.
Each time my butcher lance penetrated the innermost depths of the sauvage girl and up to her cervix wall, her firm and shapely buttocks returned a pleasant elasticity feels to my lower abdomen.
"–Hee…..!? Hig...♡"
In addition, I remember to extend my tongue and grind and twist it into her anus.
This is a great way to get the sauvage girl's honey pot all tangled up.
In fact, she is a precious woman who has already developed her anus.
It's one of the reasons she is a great one. This girl loves to have her ass fucked.
Inserting them in the asshole has nothing to do with reproduction, and if they find out, they will stop. That's why I can't do it very often, but I have to loosen up like this once in a while, otherwise, it's hard for me to use it next time.
It's been a while since I've done this. She's twitching like she wants it so badly. It would be cruel to send her home like this.
When I decide to do so, I spank her again, She screams "Ohhhh!", I stick my tongue in, she cries, Slaps her ass, screams, slaps, screams, slaps.
A magical routine that could be repeated endlessly.
I wonder this is what animal sex feels like.
All I have to do is ejaculate inside once, and then add to this routine, plunge into the back hole, plunge into the front hole, and I'm done.
It was a good thing that today is sauvage girl's turn. This girl and her backside are a perfect match. The feeling of tightness is wonderful. My sperm was starting to rise. Now, every time I thrust into her, she spurts out her love juices from her labia. I can't wait to spit it out into her pussy while she's still cumming.
When I quickly turned around, I was met by a man who stands outside the prison, swinging his sword at my back and shouting something.
My vision instantly turned red, and the butcher's ferocity inside me exploded.
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The next thing I knew, I realized that I was crushing the skull of the man who had swung his sword down killing it, biting it down, scooping out the peach-colored brain inside with my tongue, and eating it deliciously. while tightening the other man's head with the gruesome arm of the Butcher pressing it against the wall.
I opened my gum-bared mouth wide and let out a howl.
Over and over and over again. I let out the Madness that swirling inside me.
Little by little, I begin to calm down.
-They're idiots, aren't they? Even guards would never hurt me directly. They just whip me or stun me with a stun lance.
If you're going inside and slash me with a sword it's like commit suicide, do it somewhere else. I think I'm going to end up in solitary confinement again.
I was curious about the Miss and what happened to her afterward, if I was going to be absent from the prison for a long time, I now also had to worry about the blonde girl from the other day.
If I go off work for too long, there was a possibility that she would be given to another Butcher. I really don't like that. It would destroy her in one shot. She's a work in progress. I'll finish her. She's mine. No one else can have her.
... Don't interrupt me in the middle of my work! for goodness' sake!! these fucking shit brains!!!!
The Butcher's angry voice made the prison rumble horribly again.
I then heard the sound of chopsticks snapping. The man's neck snapped, his eyeballs turned over and his body became flaccid.
There was a puddle of warm liquid leaking from the bottom of his pants.
As I released my hand, the man's body fell to the floor with a wet sound.
"Hee, hee, hee, hee, ..."
The fox girl, who was standing next to him, slumped back on her butt.
I wondered if she had a seizure. She seemed to be struggling to catch her breath. Her face is completely pale.
... Not good. I want to calm her, but I couldn't do it without words. In addition, even if I could talk, I don't think I could talk her into it with the way she is right now.
This child is so useless.
So why don't I go ahead and rape her?
If the sauvage kid is a lean local chicken, then this fox kid is a plump young chicken. It looks delicious. First, I had to prepare my stomach.
I put the remains of the man's head, which I was about to eat, into my stomach with a gusto.
I walked up to the fox girl, dragging the body that had lost some part of its head, spilling various kinds of flesh from its mouth.
Every time I took a step forward, she would retreat, spilling large tears. Her eyes were round. Her fox ears are flattened. her tail is upside down. She looked like she wanted to say something, but her lips were just quivering.
Well, I don't understand what you're saying anyway.
–Anal? Is it anal? Maybe the back hole could go all the way in?
No, no, no, no, no. The damage to the rectum would be fatal. You'll get all kinds of bacterial infections in no time, and you'll die. This is why anal sex is so dangerous.
Oh, but if you're going to die anyway, why don't I just play with you without worrying?
–Calm down. Calm down.....
I'm on the verge of being consumed by the Butcher's ferocity, due to the combination of being attacked, eating meat, and having my ejaculation halted.
This fox girl is also a fox girl, and she's so adorable that I can't help but stimulate the butcher's lecherous nature that lies dormant inside me. I want to role-play with her and rape her.
This fox girl is so adorable that I can't help but get stimulate by the butcher's lecherous nature that lies dormant inside me. I want to make her into a doll and rape her.
I'm human.
I'm a normal person with a normal mind.
If I rape, kill, or eat this girl here, I will be one step closer to becoming a beast. I have a feeling. That's not good. My thought process is being pulled by the Butcher's body.
I'm a human being. That's why I have to be human.
Be human.
I took a deep breath and exhaled loudly.
I give up on raping foxy girls and decide to eat men's meat.
I like eating meat. It's almost as ecstatic as sex.
It's best when it's alive, but this time I'll have to settle for a corpse. The good news is that it's freshly chopped.
As I chewed the bones of the men's bodies and fed them into my stomach, I could feel something rising up from the deepest part of my body.
Every time I drop a piece of flesh and blood into my stomach, it feels like the hot surface of the water rise up.
It's not an orgasm, it's something else, something terrifying.
It didn't take long for me to finish off the two men.
I turned around and saw that the fox girl had fainted. She was lying on the floor with the whites of her eyes.
Bloodstains on the floor. The remains of a body that had lost its master. In the distance, there was a sauvage girl covered in white fluid and a peeing fox girl who had collapsed in the middle of the room. And a bloodied butcher.
In this silent, violent space, I asked myself what I should do now.
However, there is no turning back the clock. What you have eaten will not return.
What has been eaten will not come back. There is not much I can do.
–It occurred to me to pick up the "it" that had fallen at my feet. I don't know what to do with it, but I have a feeling it will come in handy someday.
I remembered that I had been interrupted when I was on the verge of ejaculating, so I decided to continue to keep myself warm with the help of the sauvage girl.
I clutched the small medallion that I had seen in the man's belongings.