At the very least it seemed so to me.
"Oh dear... it wouldn't be unusual for an ordinary child to fall from this, but... perhaps it's to be expected of a 'hero'..."
The succubus murmured, touching a hand to her cheek as if troubled.
Even her words, with their hint of mockery, didn't bother me now.
They were, after all, proof that I had been able to alter the monster's scheme, even if only slightly.
My mind had grown muddled... but it could still resist, and my dignity as a "Hero" was yet unbroken.
Cheering myself with that for support, I silently raised my face, which had seemed about to hang in shame.
"No matter... what you try to do to a 'hero'... with things like this... it's... use... less..."
"Is that so...? In that case... you won't mind even if I end up doing something a little bit more intense, will you...? "
I sensed something intensely unpleasant in the succubus' words.
Just what more would be done to me?
Such anxiety spread through my mind at a stroke.
Again my instincts called out to me to flee, but strength still refused to enter my limbs, and I remained limply exhausted.
Even my eyes, which alone obeyed my will, were cast downward as soon as I relaxed my attention, and seemed on the verge of slackening with pleasure.
As I watched the succubus leisurely approach me again in that condition, I gulped in spite of myself.
—But... I don't want to give in...!
Even in my worn-out mind, the will to oppose the succubus still remained.
My face had already been etched with an indecent seal by her hand, and that would surely make it difficult for me to live among people.
If I abandoned myself completely to the succubus, I would probably have a much easier time of it.
At the very least... surely nothing more horrible than this would be done to me.
But it wasn't as if I was a "hero" for the fun of it. I became a "hero" to protect people, and to be a symbol that gave them hope, so... that wasn't a choice I could possibly make.
"For the time being... how would it be if I stir up the inside of your vagina with this little one here...? "
—As she spoke, the succubus gently stroked an especially thick tentacle that have been sprouted from the floor.
Those words caused a convulsion to occur in my throat, and I felt myself on the verge of raising a short scream in spite of myself.
I mean... the tentacle looked to have the thickness of a grown man's arm.
If I were pierced with such a thing, I would surely die from it.
And... and besides, I was...—
—E... even though it's my first time...!
My body, which had never been permitted to anyone until now, was going to be raped by a tentacle without even a will of its own.
Just the thought of that disgrace was enough to make a bitterness spread through my breast.
It would probably be no exaggeration to call the large hole that gaped open in my wounded breast "despair."
My lachrymal glands seemed about to slacken in spite of myself, my legs were ruled by a feeling as if they were about to crumble, and a hallucination that I was falling into darkness without end welled up in me.
"Now... are you prepared, I wonder...? "
"Noooooo..."
There wasn't even time for my mind, shaking with fear, to come to terms with reality as that tentacle came nestling up between my thighs.
It bent as if it meant to dive into the underside of my groin like that.
It looked just as if I were being made to sit on the tentacle, and my legs reflexively tried to close in response.
But my legs, from which the lingering reverberations of climax had even now not entirely faded, were still coiled in tentacles and could hardly move.
—Beneath me, the tentacle moved swiftly and smoothly...
"Oo... aah... "
Unlike the other tentacles, that one now had something sensual about it, and it pulsed steadily.
My mind stiffened in fear at that pulsation, which almost to say that it was about to violate me.
But opposite to my mind, my body delighted and caused a sweet numbness to boil up from between my legs.
That sensation, incomparably more vivid than that from the caressing of my breasts, thrust into the interior of my belly and caused the heat which had burned down to be revived.
—No...! I can't... take any more of this...!!
Now, after all I had gone through, I was going to be violated by a hideous tentacle.
That fear alone was enough to push me to my limit, but my mind and body were showing separate responses, just as if they had been torn apart.
My mind or my body; which ought I to obey?
No, to begin with, I had lost sight even of what I ought to do; a doubt had been born in my mind, and it shouted fainthearted complaints.
The dignity of being a "hero" was trying desperately to suppress it, but even that dignity had begun to creak and strain.
"Hee hee... You've already become muddled and sopping, I see... Well then... just like this I'll rub slime that will help you become more honest with your feelings all over your insides... "
"!!"
At the same time she spoke, I realized that the tip of the tentacle had softly pushed my underclothes aside.
Ahead of it was, of course, a part that no one other than myself had ever touched before.
That hideous tentacle was touching the entrance to the part that, as a woman, I had to treasure more than anything.
My mind was crumbling to pieces at the actual feeling of it.
My dignity as a "Hero," which until now I had always held to and which had never been broken, had at last split clean in two, and a large crack had developed in the shell around my heart.