The Adventurers Who Fell

A loud voice, almost as if trying to drown out the poltergeists' moaning, echoed through the depths. Yet even at the top of her lungs, that overly coquettish voice never reached the entrance from the mine's innermost depths, fading away into the darkness instead.

Far within those depths lay a place where the ceiling had collapsed, allowing a shaft of sunlight to beam down on a blonde girl's hair. Its color had grown somewhat dull from dust after so long without a bath, but even stained and impure, it still shone.

Both hands bound to the rock wall and her hair clinging to her sweat-slick skin, the girl let out a seductive cry as she thrust out her well-shaped bottom — this girl was Frederica.

Behind her, its murky, corrupted black slime contrasting starkly with the world's glimmering light, loomed the Black Ooze.

Driving its tentacle up into the standing girl, it kept ravaging her, as though trying to lift her into the air from below.

"Hiin!—T-theeeere, so goood—!!"

Despite being pushed up so high that her heels no longer touched the ground, there wasn't so much as a hint of pain in her provocative moans.

On the contrary — even at that intensity, she kept thrusting her hips.

Her rear spasmed, and she had to brace her legs even though no strength would come to them. Even so, she went on frantically shaking her hips. Frederica's well-endowed breasts bounced up and down. Even though the tentacles weren't touching them, she felt pleasure from the swaying motion alone.

"Fu-ah—aaahn!? Y-yes—"

Her thrust-out bottom spasmed greatly. Over and over, it spasmed—

"I… cuum—hiiin!!"

She told the slime she had reached her climax, but its tentacle kept violating Frederica without easing its intensity in the slightest.

Plunging into her vagina and battering against the opening to her womb, it suddenly began to stimulate the area around that entrance. Frederica couldn't endure the pleasure and started to collapse, but the tentacle wouldn't let her.

With the tentacle drilling into her vagina acting as a pole, all that force was inevitably driven into her insides, concentrated at the entrance to her womb, each painful impact hammering against it.

"St… st-sto…"

It was only her mouth. She pleaded for rest, shedding tears and drool, yet her hips still hadn't stopped their thrusting.

Desperately trying to hold herself up on her own legs — legs shaking from the intense aftershocks of her climax — she kept rocking her hips in complete disregard for the words pouring from her mouth.

By this point, the disgust she'd felt the first time it violated her was gone.

In fact, by denying it aloud with her mouth, she now found a masochistic pleasure.

"Agaaain—aaaaun～!? Diiiick!!"

Each time she came, the gap before her next climax grew shorter.

Her breathing was shallow, quick, and heated. She'd long since given up any thought of holding back her panting.

Even as she raised her voice to the point her throat almost gave out, she kept thrusting her hips.

Her hair was disheveled, her breasts bounced up and down fervently, and she gripped the surface of the rock wall with every ounce of strength she had. Enduring her relentless climaxes even as her body grew exhausted, her waist quaked, unable to withstand the violent assault on her womb.

It wasn't long, intense climaxes that broke Frederica — no, it was the quick, incessant ones that ravished her endlessly. Her vaginal spasms clamped down on the slime's tentacle, but since the tentacle had no fixed size and was coated with viscous fluid, it simply went on rubbing against her weak spots.

"C-cummi—st… stahp…!"

She pleaded with it desperately. Over and over, she'd begged the abominable monster to stop.

It didn't.

Treated as an object by the slime and ravished like a tool, the woman lost all awareness of herself and indulged in how ludicrously good the sex felt.

Her thoughts were clouded by pleasure, drenched in it. She had become a plaything that thought of nothing else. The proud, willful mage had long since broken. Now that she'd tasted what it was to have sex with a monster and be loved by its tentacles, no human man would ever be enough for her again.

At this point, she was little more than a beast — a beast that walked on two legs and pretended to be human.

A woman who humped a vulgar monster like a slime of her own accord was beast enough for anyone to see her as such.

Even so, for Frederica, that was fine.

As long as this slime gave her the kind of pleasure she could never hope to savor from a human man, she would give her body to it gladly.

She had stumbled upon supreme satisfaction.

"There, deeper—theeeeeeere!!"

Barely two weeks had passed since she was first raped, and yet, addicted to the pleasure, the woman kept thrusting her hips.

Telling the slime her own weak points, guiding it with her thrusts—

"Hyaahn!?"

A hysteric sound tore from her throat as her back arched and stiffened.

She had relished the feeling of her womb being pounded against the whole time.

But this was different. She threw her eyes wide open, thrust her tongue out of her mouth, and dug her nails into the rock face.

Even so, her body — softened over and over by sheer pleasure — couldn't endure the sensation of a foreign substance entering that deep into her for the first time, and it froze up.

"Wh—t… what—-"

The tentacle had melted into liquid and poured into her womb before re-forming once more inside, lapping at her inner walls.

Her body was startled by a kind of sexual stimulation it had never known before. Ahead of pleasure, fear invaded her mind.

"There, nooo… that place is, sto—hiiin!?"

The tentacle that had moved inside her womb resumed sliding in and out as it had before.

But this was a wholly different sensation. The opening of her womb clamped down on the tentacle regardless of what she had to say about it. That feeling drove Frederica's mind once more into a corner.

"Hiin!? Hahn, ah—hahiiin!!"

Screaming much like a dog, Frederica was toyed with. She had grown used to the slime's tormenting sex and had somehow even come to enjoy it. She relished being at the mercy of the tentacles' force.

To make matters worse, her knees couldn't endure this torture and gave out, driving the tentacle even deeper inside.

Her wide-open eyes trembled, yet despite being so wide, they saw nothing. Even with the pain clearing her head, her eagerly working hips wouldn't listen to her.

Both hands clinging to the wall for dear life, trembling legs spread to shoulder width—

"Wai—, please waaaaaait!!"

But heedless of Frederica's circumstances, the tentacles didn't stop tormenting her womb.

"Stop wiggling! Don't puuuush!! Strong, it's so stroooong!!"

Reaching the wall of her deepest interior, the hot, hard tentacle thrust in.

Unused to the feeling, she tried to endure the violent sensation, half a step away from pain, while screaming.

Her overflowing tears wouldn't stop, and her drool spilled down and smeared over her breasts. But she didn't have the luxury of worrying about that as she struggled to stay upright on her own two feet.

Slipping around in the slime's mucus, she trembled like a newborn beast.

"No—nnn!?"

She was sore, hurting, and in pain.

However—

"—n't, ta… can't take, it…"

Obscene juices spilling from her vagina, she shook her bottom as if to beg for more stimulation.

It was impossible to tell whether her body was begging for more stimulation or pleading for the pain to lessen.

Still… the slime didn't care about Frederica. It simply kept tormenting her womb.

Pushing, squishing, spreading her womb open, making it softer. It was reshaping the woman's most important place. To make even this pleasurable, it would proceed slowly and deliberately. Even if she cried, screamed, fainted, or fell asleep… even if she pleaded and begged to be spared.

By this monster, this enemy of mankind… by this thing that wasn't even a human man… by this lovely thing that had broken her…

She had engraved into her very soul that she could no longer live without this slime.

The Black Ooze would simply go on ravishing Frederica forever.

"Ah… hiu…"

She had felt despair countless times. Loosening her grip, she tried to let herself fall.

That only stretched her womb further, but Frederica was powerless to stop it.

She couldn't bear it. The woman was forced to understand that she could never endure such an inhuman torture. That fact was carved into Frederica's heart — into her very soul.

Even that despair turned to pleasure as tentacles propped up the falling Frederica's waist so she wouldn't drop.

"Plea… please…"

Frederica knew that words alone wouldn't spare her.

This time, she was placed on all fours.

Positioned like an animal, her womb — still being kneaded from within — grew hot.

She recalled the first time it had violated her.

The paralytic poison had stolen her freedom, and it had brought her to climax through her prided chest alone. It had kept making her cum no matter how she pleaded.

Heedless of how she felt, it had simply gone on violating, violating, and violating.

It had kept going even after Frederica reached her limit, raping her nonstop until each new climax jolted her back awake.

"Hiiii…"

It sounded like a scream, but it was her anticipation.

Frederica's consciousness was fading, yet even so, she knew deep down that she would still be raped.

And this time, a woman's most important place — the sacred area that nurtures babies — would be what was violated. Just like the first time and everything since, it would happen over and over until the slime was satisfied. Heedless of her feelings, even if she climaxed, even if she fainted… even if she broke, it wouldn't let her go.

"Afu… nn…"

Her waist, propped up by the tentacle inside her, twitched in a flurry of small spasms. Frederica was getting herself worked up on her own wild imagination alone.

Twitching, aching, she weakly shook her hips. The motion was feeble, but since it exposed even her anus, it amounted to a salacious invitation.

"Stoooop… already…"

Tears, sweat, saliva, a runny nose… every sort of body fluid dripped down into the Black Ooze's liquids. New tentacles rose up and wrapped around her dangling breasts.

Squeezing and kneading them, the tentacles rubbed against her hardened nipples.

(Those are… nipples are… noooo…)

In stark contrast to her thoughts, Frederica's expression was clouded with lust.

Her lips curved into a smile, and her previously wide-open eyes closed, wet with tears.

Pain accompanied her humiliation, but Frederica — who had come to desire it herself — no longer held any doubts.

"That's—that's the place for a babyyyy—"

In other words, the woman was begging.

—So please, rape me.

After everything that had happened, it was clear the pleasure was enough to make her mind crumble.

A short distance from Frederica, who was being raped with cries so loud one had to wonder whether the slime was trying to break her body along with her mind, Satia lay on a bed of mucus.

She was getting the exact opposite — being refined with gentle, ever so gentle caresses.

With nothing to cover her body as she lay on her back, her erect nipples — already grown to about the size of her pinky — were smeared with mucus, glistening in what little sunlight reached into the cave.

Her budding breasts were groped in a way that wouldn't hurt, the touch gradually turning into sexual stimulation.

Neither of her hands was restrained, and she endured the gentle stimulation by clutching at her mucus bedding.

"Hooo… hoo…"

Drool seeping from her tightly closed mouth, Satia's heavy nasal breathing told the slime its work was making her pant.

Her smooth stomach rose and fell incessantly, her thin waist swaying left and right.

She rubbed her bottom against the mucus bedding, but the sensation was so light that she couldn't draw any further stimulation from it.

Even so, Satia's body — one that could be called unsuited for her age — had ended up begging for more extreme excitement in any way it could.

"Goshujin-samaaa… I am, Satia is—"

After the girl had given Alfred her virginity, and her beloved had had his very sperm stolen away by the slime, Satia's mind broke completely.

She recognized the slime that had eaten and digested her beloved as her dear Goshujin-sama; what she saw wasn't a black ooze, but Alfred himself.

To her, the slime's tentacles looked like Alfred's hands, his fingers, even his penis. Her whole body was licked by the mucus — by his tongue. Her whole body was caressed by an infinite number of his hands. She mistook the gentle caresses, mindful of her frail body, for Alfred's loving touch.

In this way, Satia's body was spared from death. No — it might not even be wrong to say that the black ooze truly was Alfred.

Alfred's experiences and knowledge really were alive inside the black ooze. It knew what kind of mage Satia was, as well as what the man had felt for her.

The reason it was so gentle with her likely wasn't the slime's intention so much as Alfred's.

That said, even setting that aside, it hadn't intended to treat this mage too roughly. Her body was small and, correspondingly, fragile.

She would be handled as Frederica was once she'd grown a little more.

"Mmm! … Hah, unnn…"

Much like a massage, it kept rubbing her small breasts, her soft belly, her tender arms, and her thin legs.

Sliding on the mucus, she glided back and forth across the slime bed. Her silvery hair, tied into a ponytail on the left side of her head, clung to her cheeks and was nibbled between her lips.

Doll-like, her beautiful face kept its eyes squeezed shut as if enduring something. Though her heartrending expression looked as if she were begging for pleasure, the black ooze simply went on massaging her without feeling a thing.

The tentacles that had been massaging her arms moved to her armpits, the ones on her calves to her thighs. The tentacles kneading her breasts moved as if in affection, while those stroking her stomach poked at her tiny navel.

"… Kuun."

The stimulation had grown a little stronger, but it was still nowhere near enough to bring her to climax.

But to do it with her own fingers… that was too shameful for the girl. Her white cheeks flushed bright red, and she kept her eyes shut as though showing some resistance to her maliciously playful Goshujin-sama.

Cut off from any information through her eyes, she could hear the slime's mucus rubbing over her skin and feel the tentacles' soft caress all the more clearly.

Moreover, Frederica's fervently coquettish voice as she was violated ever more intensely reached Satia's ears.

She was envious of her.

"H-hooonnn—-unnn…"

(Maybe…)

She tried to close her mouth, which had fallen open at some point, but couldn't find the energy.

When she bit down on one of her left hand's fingers, the saliva pooled in her mouth drizzled out. Her expression pained, as if enduring something, her breathing turned rough.

Unsure of what to do with her right hand, she ran it back and forth in the space between her crotch and the mucus bedding.

"Hah… Nn, uu."

She bit her finger hard enough to leave marks. Not enough to truly hurt, but just enough to clear her thoughts a little.

Her small body was being gently massaged, softened. To Satia, the gentle pleasure felt like melting. After biting down on her finger so hard, every last bit of strength drained out of her.

"Goshujin-sama, Goshujin-sama…"

Calling out his name over and over, she kept swallowing back the saliva that pooled in her mouth. Her limbs slowly memorized the sexual stimulation through the warm, viscous liquid coating her.

Both her legs trembling countless times, she guided a tentacle further toward her inner thigh, wanting a more forceful stimulation.

"Hah, s-sorry—!"

One of the tentacles tending her thighs continued upward.

Despite the girl having been a virgin until just a few days before, despite not even being touched there yet, that place was twitching all on its own.

Anticipating the oncoming stimulation, Satia bit down on her finger again. With pleasure she could never get from her own fingers, the tentacles had driven her body to climax countless times in the mine's darkness. While sandwiched between her inner thighs, it brushed against her vagina.

"—Hyaan!?"

The stimulation was strong enough to make her eyes fly open, and her tiny body splashed in the mucus.

Her genitals were being stimulated even while the tentacle was sandwiched between her thighs. That slow yet steady sexual thrill made her impatient body react.

Refusing to obey her, her waist rocked back and forth, her shoulders shuddering with each motion. She bit down on her finger hard enough to hurt. Her right hand gripped the tentacle sliding up and down along her crotch instead of the bedding.

It looked exactly like a cock, but with her eyes shut once more, she didn't realize that.

Matching the rhythm of Satia's hips, it moved forward and back, leaving her drunk on the pleasure.

"Huuu… huu…"

Her breathing was deep and rough as she endured the sexual bliss.

Unlike Frederica, her body — which still hadn't cum — was simmering in a licentious heat, flushing her all over.

"Good… so… good…"

Sending ever more obscene sounds echoing through the cave, the girl rolled her hips as if to invite the tentacle inside.

Yet even so, she wasn't given a stimulation strong enough to bring her to climax. Even with Satia in such a state, the slime kept gently loosening her up so as not to ruin her body.

She felt frustrated and impatient, but asking for it herself was simply too embarrassing.

Small as her body was, her obscene begging for more stimulation made it feel like she had fallen from grace.

Unable to reach a climax, Satia, the doll-like mage, grew more and more impatient.

Neither her nipples nor her clitoris had been touched, yet her body was on fire. Knowing only the caress of her own fingers and the violence of the tentacles, the mage pressed her vagina back against the tentacle, unable to bear the building heat.

"Aah, goood—!"

Though she had only meant to press against it a little, the stimulation was stronger than she'd expected, and a lewd cry escaped her lips.

Her waist trembling, Satia's spine arched backward. Even so, it wasn't enough. It still wasn't enough to bring her to climax.

After feeling such a strong thrill, her next move came quickly.

Body still curved in an arch, she pushed her crotch out so the tentacle would press against it even harder.

She did it more forcefully than before, but—

"Ah… wh… y?"

This time, the tentacles stopped moving.

The mucus made wet sounds as her hips slid back and forth across it, but the girl's clumsy motions left her unsatisfied.

The tentacles still wouldn't move. Was it angry that Satia had moved on her own? Or had it intended this from the start? Either way, it didn't move.

Satia's cheeks burned with embarrassment. Even though it was so embarrassing—

"P-please don't tease me… Goshujin-sama."

Casting her eyes down in embarrassment, she finally caved and begged for it.

That alone was enough to make the tentacles resume, but the shame forced Satia to hide her face with both hands.

"H-ah—good, it feels so goood, Goshujin-samaaa!"

The tentacle's momentum picked up as it moved back and forth, stimulating not only her vagina but also her clitoris, still tucked beneath its hood.

Finally given the stimulation she'd been waiting for, her shame was instantly blown away as she let out moans full of pleasure.

She pushed her waist out further to chase even greater pleasure.

Her clitoris being her greatest weak point, Satia had already surrendered to the pleasure, and now she was given more than enough of it.

"Uuun—there, there!"

The mouth that had once desperately tried to hold her moans back now told the slime how she felt entirely on its own.

She rocked her waist back and forth, pressing her clitoris against the tentacle.

A budding excitement built in her depths as her front-to-back motion and her clit-grinding overlapped. Satia's mouth fell slack without her noticing.

Her right hand gripped the tentacle sliding along her vagina, working it as if giving it a clumsy hand job.

Drawing on what she knew, she used her slender, doll-like fingers to grasp the soft, adult-male-member-sized tentacle and stroke it up and down.

The tentacle likely had no sense of touch, but Satia, unaware of that, kept repeating the motion.

After a while, the girl's pleasure heightened as if she were masturbating with the tentacle.

Suddenly, a moan that sounded almost like a scream reached Satia's ears. It was Frederica.

She'd been hearing her the whole time, but lost in ecstasy, she hadn't paid her any mind — until now.

"Ah…"

When she turned toward the source of the voice, she saw a girl on all fours being drilled mercilessly from behind.

Satia didn't know her name. This girl might even be the Frederica she had come to find.

But she didn't care about things like names anymore.

(Wow…)

She was being taken from behind so forcefully. Her strikingly large breasts were being kneaded in a way Satia's never could be. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she gasped for air.

Satia couldn't help but envy her. The woman was being used more violently than even prostitutes could endure.

Seeing her crave to be taken even harder, practically to the point of breaking… the budding flame inside Satia roared into excitement, her womb throbbing.

What would happen if she begged to be taken as roughly as that?

Nipples and clit worked hard, vagina penetrated all the way into her womb—

Imagining that…

"A-ahhh—"

With her genitals and clit being worked, she reached a small, inadequate climax.

Her thrusting hips had finally pushed her into what she'd been wishing for, and yet it simply wasn't enough.

More — she wanted more—

"Aah…"

It paid no heed to Satia's desires, but it did spread the girl's thin legs open.

Her legs, slick with her own sweat and the slime's mucus, were obscene enough on their own.

But further in — her insides. Glistening wet, there lay a place fully prepared to welcome a certain something, quivering as if to draw it in.

Remembering how Frederica was being treated, she fully anticipated what was about to come.

Spreading her legs and holding her in a position much like one used when potty-training a child, the slime suddenly seemed to want a better view of the process and hoisted her body into the air.

"… Ah."

In Alfred's memories, the girl had always been expressionless, like a doll, yet right now her face lit up with anticipation.

What was about to be done to her?

Raped, penetrated, handled roughly — impregnated.

Anticipating that, her eyes grew hot and moist.

The tentacles violating Frederica were also the Black Ooze's, and Frederica had turned even being violated to the point of breaking into pleasure. Whether she was special, or whether all women were like that, the Black Ooze didn't know. The slime had only eaten men, so its knowledge of women was nothing more than what men had imagined.

"Come… please…"

Her slender fingers moved, parting her own lewd slit by her own will. Wet enough to almost make a sound, that place quivered in anticipation of what was coming. So hot that even Satia hadn't imagined it, it was already ready.

So when the tentacle was offered to her, Satia welcomed it rather than refusing.

Just like that, it slowly buried itself inside her vagina. Careful not to break her body, careful not to hurt the precious mother-vessel. The hole, virgin until just days before, was narrow, and for that very reason it squeezed the tentacle tightly.

"Nn… nnh."

Satia must have felt it, too — her lust-clouded expression twisted as if in pain.

Even so, the tentacle didn't stop.

Slowly, but surely, it aimed for the depths of her vagina — her womb.

"Th-there — there… mine and Alfred-sama's precious place…"

When it reached the deepest part, Satia's expression melted into happiness. There was no one here to tell her that was a broken memory. And to Satia, whose head was ruled only by lust, it didn't matter anyway.

The tentacle's tip kneaded the entrance to her womb at the depths of her vagina, loosening it. At a stimulation no human could ever give, Satia bit her finger again and her hips jolted.

Her happy smile was already gone, and she squeezed her eyes shut to withstand the pleasure. The slime went on stimulating her vagina while loosening the entrance to her womb.

"Hiii—nnn… so goo—…"

Her tiny body couldn't hold up against the pleasure.

Her doll-like limbs trembled from the acute pleasure, her hips bucking forward.

That movement only pressed her vagina against the tentacle even harder, giving her even more stimulation.

Her whole body began to tremble, and those tremors themselves became another source of stimulation.

"G-good—gooooood!"

Her quiet voice gradually rising, her whole body convulsed. It happened once, twice, and still, it wasn't enough.

Over and over her hips lunged forward, juices dripping from her tentacle-stuffed vagina in anticipation. Even so, the tentacle didn't stop teasing her entrance.

Once the Black Ooze had decided to make Satia cum over and over, nothing could stop it. Alternatives, choices — such things didn't exist.

"Ama—amazing—nn, noo—"

She grabbed at the tentacle that kept tormenting her vagina, but that wasn't enough to stop it.

To begin with, that tentacle was only stimulating her with its tip. Still clinging to it, she came once again.

Her waist trembled as love juices began flowing from her uterus.

—Even so, the tentacles didn't stop.

It kept teasing her, tormenting her tightly shut opening, loosening it.

Even so, the tentacles didn't stop.

Her waist trembled. Her juices spilled.

Even so.

The strength in her hands gripping the tentacles weakened as her lovely face twisted with lust.

Even so—

"Th-at's… for babies, don't tease iiiiit."

She knew that teasing that place would absolutely give her incredible stimulation.

With her sacred place teased, her shameful juices kept overflowing as she began to drool.

Unable to endure the pleasure, she came over and over again.

And then—

"Haah, haah—ehhhh?"

At last, a narrow tentacle, barely the size of a pinky, slipped through the entrance of her opening womb.

Inside lay a place no one had ever been before — not even Alfred.

The tentacle penetrated her.

Curling forward, Satia tried with everything she had to withstand the surging waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

For all her effort, her mouth fell open and began to pant. Her tongue lolled sluggishly out, dripping saliva onto her breasts.

Her eyes clouded over with lust, she could no longer really make sense of what she was seeing — and yet, despite that, her expression was relaxed, almost… happy.

 

*

 

"A-amaziiiing!?—I-I didn't know, it went so deeeeeep!?"

"Hah, nnn—wha… what, w-weeeeird… nnuuu!"

Two voices gasping for air echoed through the cave.

They belonged to Frederica and Satia.

The obscene sounds the two mages made rang throughout the cave, even drowning out the Poltergeists' moaning.

There was no way they could hold up against the ludicrous pleasure of having their wombs ravished.

With their deepest depths violated, the two climaxed countless times.

Even so, their bodies kept trembling, unable to rest.

All that could be seen was the sight of two humans being raped by a monster. They no longer possessed anything so human as dignity or pride.

They no longer uttered words of refusal or anything of the sort. They merely cried out as they were raped, and moved their bodies as they were prodded.

Frederica — who, not long before, had only felt pain at the sensation of her womb being penetrated — had grown to the point that she could get off on the pleasant stimulation of having it ravished.

Satia — who had been ashamed of having sex with her Goshujin-sama — let out moans of every kind as she was teased, climaxing again and again.

"T-there—ahhh… noo～"

"Goshujin-sama, Goshujin-samaaa…"

The women's bodies shook yet again.

Even with them climaxing, the tentacles' torment never ceased.

Never stopping for a moment all this time, they likely never would.

As far as the slime was concerned, these two were, in the end… nothing more than surrogate mothers for monsters.

"It came out!? W-what!? Eh, wh—aaaaahn!?"

"F-fuahhh—it's out, Alfred-samaaaa's…"

Satia's whisper was drowned out by Frederica's shout.

Even so, that shout immediately melted back into a coquettish cry.

Now that the Demon King had been defeated, the number of monsters could no longer increase.

Accordingly, monsters were being systematically eradicated.

However — what would happen if a slime with the ability to produce children appeared?

The end of the world.

And the world still hadn't realized that — lying in wait in the farthest depths of a certain cave — such a monster had been born.