The Female Knights' Fate

As Fiana walked down a stone corridor, her chest bounced up and down.

Unlike her resplendent face, her gait as a mere knight was overly plain.

The corridor had no paintings, expensive furniture, or other adornments to decorate it — nothing but cold, plain stones. Even so, Fiana's steps were light.

Moving at what could fairly be called a brisk pace, her ample breasts and buttocks jiggled under her clothes. The motion was slight, yet even though both were covered by her undergarments, it was impossible to conceal her abundant charm; it could only end up making itself known to those around her.

The temptation wafting from her stirred jealousy and envy in her female colleagues and dark desires in her male ones.

Her enchanting yet bewitching charm swayed as though it were expressing her good mood.

Walking faster than usual, a thin sheen of sweat moistened her white clothing, allowing the outline of her underwear and a trace of her skin color to be visible from outside.

Strangely, Fiana held no doubts about her current attire.

Although she would usually wear her thick knight outfit, today she had on only rather thin clothing beneath her armor.

She was truly supposed to wear thick clothing under her armor as a matter of protocol, but she had chosen a thin outfit because the season had reached the point that her armor was getting stuffy.

Her underwear was much the same. She was wearing a pair meant for a woman rather than a knight, mindful of both function and appearance. If pressed, she had been rather restrained in her choices until recently. This was a small indulgence Fiana allowed herself.

As a knight, she had trained her swordsmanship and diligently studied magical techniques so that she could protect the king and the nation's people.

—And within all that, she also included just a touch of personal enjoyment. Even she, famed by those around her as a flawless knight, was, after all, a woman.

As she continued down the corridor, Fiana saw a man's face peek out from around a bend in the path ahead.

At the sight of him, her expression visibly softened.

However, she immediately stopped and cleared her throat once she caught herself. Closing her eyes to rein in her emotions, she pushed everything out of her mind for a few moments.

"Yo, Fiana."

Yet for all her efforts, those few words undid everything.

The heart hidden behind her ample breasts leapt, and a faint crimson tint rose to her cheeks. When she opened her eyes, her usually dignified gaze had clouded somewhat, just from his voice alone.

"Something wrong?"

"Ah, no."

The voice's owner stepped over to her side.

As a woman, Fiana was short enough that she had to look up at him — up at the blonde hair that gleamed like a precious jewel, at his chiseled body… and at the proof that he was of the same race as her: his tapered ears. His expression as he looked at her was gentle, as it had always been.

Under his gaze, Fiana felt a pang in her chest.

That was because her mind had matured as an adult woman, but long-lived elves were very dull to such changes.

She had harbored her feelings for a rather long time, and her body had already matured by the time she realized them.

As an elf, Fiana's body in particular had grown increasingly sensual. Just from hearing his voice, her heart throbbed, her chest ached, and her face flushed.

She was both a mature woman and an innocent young girl. Being both, even as her body slowly heated up, Fiana merely smiled faintly, perfectly mirroring the man's own smile.

"Did something happen—, —?"

Her voice caught in her throat when she tried to say her crush's name.

Even though she remembered it perfectly well, it wouldn't come out.

He was the first man Fiana had ever been close to. With his ears tapering to a point just like hers, it was obvious at a glance that he was an elf.

Born in the same forest, they had grown up together from the moment they became aware of the world around them as children.

While Fiana had a talent for the sword and magic, he had a talent for archery and magic.

They had been together the whole time — while playing, bathing, sleeping, even while eating.

By the time they had separated, Fiana and he had grown up. They trained to fight rather than played, bathed separately out of embarrassment over their adult bodies, slept apart because they could no longer bear the nervousness, and ate separately because they were busy.

Wanting to be as close to him as possible, she had once been satisfied just by hearing his voice. But as his voice began to feel like not enough, by the time she had come to work in the Royal Castle as an elf knight, Fiana would occasionally comfort herself.

Although it was a natural thing, for Fiana it was increasingly embarrassing.

Now, whenever she heard his voice after hoping for and dreaming of being ravished by him, her cheeks would dye red.

Wondering why Fiana seemed so off, he drew his face close to hers.

His well-defined face was somewhat hazy in her eyes; she couldn't see him too well.

"Ah."

A sigh escaped her lips.

It was a hot, shallow sigh, much like the ones that came out during the times she comforted herself. Nervous that he might catch its significance, her body froze.

Seeing her muted reaction, he reached out and placed his cool palm against Fiana's forehead, then her cheeks, then her ears.

"… Nn…"

This time, a small sound slipped out along with her sigh.

Her cherry-red cheeks deepened in color as she closed her eyes once again — this time out of embarrassment, to escape his gaze.

Now that she had lost her sense of sight, her other four senses all sharpened, making her feel her own reactions all the more clearly.

Was that moisture she felt on his fingers sweat?

Could it be that he was nervous too?

The thought was more than Fiana could bear. Her heart pounded so violently now that she feared he might hear it.

"Ah—nn…"

Her ears throbbed.

While the visible parts of her ears were handled with a gentleness so light it was hard to tell whether he was truly touching her, the areas concealed within were probed by his slender pinkies.

Elves' ears were sensitive. They could feel the flow of the wind and hear the voices of spirits. Beyond being an organ for listening to people's voices, they were also a vital organ for hunters and priests.

Their ears were the reason elves were called the hunters of the forest. By reading small disturbances in the air, they could anticipate their enemies' movements. They wouldn't lose their way no matter how dense the forest, since they could listen to the voices of the spirits. They could also wield more powerful magic than ordinary mages.

Her ears, her pride as an elf, were being gently ravished by his fingers.

Within them, within what could be called the closest erogenous zone to her brain, she could hear a viscous, wet sound.

It was a very embarrassing sound, one that seemed to violate her brain itself.

As the blush on Fiana's cheeks deepened, she smiled shyly.

But her tightly closed lips parted slightly, letting out not just breaths but heated, excited sighs. Though she felt ashamed by them, she couldn't do anything about it — it was a physiological reaction.

Feeling a pleasure very different from the times she had consoled herself, she surrendered her body to it.

The strength left her body, and she was at his mercy.

His face was in front of her when she opened her eyes. She couldn't see him clearly, though; he was a blur.

Even so, she was content. She could remain at his side as he ravished her ears.

When she parted her lips as he sought from her, her white teeth and red tongue peeked out. They glistened, wet with her own saliva.

Did she herself even realize how obscene she looked? Panting, with her tongue out, she seemed to be coaxing a kiss from him, openly craving sexual stimulation.

"Nnuuu—h-hah…"

As Fiana wished, his lips met hers. At the same time, their tongues tangled together.

The suddenness of it surprised her, but she accepted it all the same.

His tongue wriggled like a mollusk's, instantly beginning to ravish the inside of Fiana's mouth the same way it had her ears. Not only the surface of her tongue, but its underside, its base, her gums, her palate, and her cheeks.

Her entire mouth was violated by his tongue for a very, very long time. Her breathing roughened as her mouth was sealed, the sound of it almost painful to anyone who could hear.

Yet even though she was being tormented to that extent, Fiana herself held not even a shred of bitterness or fear.

To be desired like this brought her extreme pleasure, and her matured body relaxed into it.

Just how long had her ears and mouth been ravished?

Her eyes, usually radiating her powerful will, moistened with passion. Tears gathered in their corners and streamed down.

"H-haauu…"

The next part of her to be targeted was the very thing people focused on first upon seeing Fiana's sensual body — her captivating breasts.

Her breasts were so large that even though her undergarments restrained them to the point of pain, they still shook and got in the way when she swung her sword. Above all, it always weighed on Fiana mentally when men fixed their attention on her very un-elf-like assets.

Wouldn't breasts like these look unsightly to those of the same race? On one hand she felt uneasy, but on the other, she wished he would hurry up and massage them.

She wanted her breasts to feel as pleasant as her ears and tongue had. Holding to that thought, Fiana waited expectantly for the moment to come. Saliva spilled from her open mouth, her moistened eyes hazy with tears from the deflowering of her ears.

Her thoroughly obscene expression could rouse the bestial nature of countless men the world over.

Her breasts were large enough to overflow even a man's hand. Those very breasts were now touched by this man's hands, through her clothes.

"Fu—auu…"

A tiny moan slipped from her mouth.

When she shut her eyes out of embarrassment, the tears gathered in them all spilled at once.

Even so, the man's hands didn't stop as they massaged Fiana's breasts. He started out slowly, so gently that she could barely feel any stimulation through the underwear and clothes separating her skin from his. His tender caresses warmed her chest… but it wasn't enough for Fiana, not after the flame within her had been lit.

The delight won out at first, but it soon lost to the unsatisfied feelings welling up in her heart.

Once it did, Fiana had no choice but to give in.

She moaned in frustration, but to ask him directly herself would be immodest, and her reason and lust vied for control.

"…—er"

A very, very quiet voice leaked from her lips. Despite her mouth being ravished by the man, she had somehow managed to make a sound.

It was even quieter than the panting sighs she'd been making thus far — so quiet that not even the one giving her this pleasure could possibly have heard.

Even so, she had spoken it despite all her shame.

But as expected, her voice didn't reach him, and he continued caressing her breasts.

Or perhaps he did hear it, and was caressing her so tenderly to encourage her to say it more clearly. Realizing that, Fiana looked at the man before her.

Her eyes, shut from shame and thoroughly wet with tears of joy, were no longer the eyes of a knight, but of a woman.

"… —ong, er…"

As if to urge her on, the caressing of her breasts continued on gently.

It wasn't enough. What did she need to say?

Even though it was such a tender, gentle action, Fiana found it increasingly cruel.

With an emotion that could be called suffering, the woman was utterly aroused.

"M-more, harderr…"

Although her voice came a little more clearly this time, it was easier to push out than before.

But even so, he remained as gentle as ever.

What did she need to do for him to be more forceful? She felt as though she were being tested.

Pleasure and shame. Then, along with the unbearable heat building within her chest, tongue, and ears, and the caresses teasing her breasts, her abdomen began to throb.

Fiana's hips moved against her will, her bottom, still clothed in her white trousers, swaying back and forth.

An embarrassing stain might have appeared on her underwear — one caused by the nectar flowing from her womb.

When she realized that, she wondered just how much shame she felt at that moment — yes, Fiana was exciting herself even further.

"Muueh—m-massage, stronger…"

To Fiana, her own voice sounded passionate.

This was the first time she had ever made a voice like that.

Her surprise vanished in an instant as the man's hands began to violate her breasts.

Not massage. Violate.

"H-huah! Fuaannn…!"

Hot, heavy breaths passed her lips.

Though they were covered by her clothes and bra, her unconfinable breasts were kneaded like bread dough all the same.

Even when they were handled in a way that would normally hurt, after being aroused to the point of agony by the extreme gentleness before, she could only register it as just enough.

Her right breast was massaged from the bottom upward, her left from the opposite direction. No sooner did she think he was kneading them hard enough to tear her clothing than he pressed them together so hard they collided.

If anything, Fiana felt more pain from her bra digging into her than from how her breasts themselves were being handled.

Normally, her pure white bra was something that supported and protected her breasts, but it now felt more like a torture device.

The problem was that it wasn't just her skin but also her nipples that rubbed against the bra. Her clothes were absorbing the sweat from her skin, turning transparent and revealing the skin beneath. Just how much had she perspired? Even the skin under her white underwear was becoming visible.

And what stood out wasn't the fair skin beneath her clothes. It was the faintly peach nipples standing at the summits of her breasts.

But for some reason, the man went out of his way never to touch them — the most erogenous part of her breasts. Following exactly what Fiana had said, he was only massaging her breasts 'stronger'.

Having surrendered to the pleasant stimulation, Fiana only realized it a little while later.

No matter how much lust clouded her thoughts, she would still consider what she needed to do to feel even more.

"M-my… n-ni-nipples, too—"

What came from her mouth was a coarse voice, still shaking from the ravishing it was receiving.

Even so, hearing Fiana's voice, the man's hands shifted to satisfy her desire.

The intensity assaulting her chest abated slightly, only to be matched by the same amount of stimulation now applied to her nipples. Her right nipple was tugged in every direction while her left was rolled about as if to press it back into her breast.

This multi-pronged attack dyed her expression in ecstasy, and her body began to twitch.

"Sho, guud… sho gu-guuuuud…"

Naturally, her true feelings spilled from her mouth.

Even though she had tried to hide it, she couldn't bear it any longer and ended up saying it aloud.

Elves were monotonous when it came to intercourse. Precisely because of their long lives, perhaps, their sexual ways were old-fashioned. Slowly, over years, decades — centuries, they were a race that took their time on the act of begetting children; intercourse was a ritual to bear a child rather than something for pleasure.

This was proof that they didn't place anywhere near as much importance on intercourse as humans did, and it left Fiana and her sensual, ripe body unsatisfied.

It was the same with the man she had been with; he too was very dull when it came to intercourse.

He would simply press his genitals against hers and let her vagina take his penis in.

Caresses were sparse as well, perhaps because other elves were the same, so when the time came that they had intercourse for the first time, feeling anything from caresses seemed almost taboo.

When that man was attacked by a monster and fell in battle, she had drowned in sorrow. Later, when she found a human she came to like… Fiana's world was opened.

Compared to elves, the short-lived humans' way of viewing intercourse was, in a single word, wonderful.

Lavish with their caresses, they would even whisper sweet nothings to each other during the act.

As for Fiana, she was greedy when it came to sex. She probably had that sort of personality to begin with.

But that man had also died, unable to live for very long.

The man who had taught the beauty Fiana what intercourse truly was, was dead. And this was repeated again — in her many years, she had loved many people.

Some of her own race, some humans.

And now—

"Feelsh, guuud…"

Her ears, her eyes, and her breasts were all being ravished.

The pleasure she felt at that moment was by far the best she had ever known.

Even as that comfort unraveled her mind, she didn't hesitate to voice what she felt.

She said that what felt good felt good, where she was feeling it the most, and what she wanted done to her.

Lost in that dreamlike sensation, Fiana's spirit dissolved little by little.

It was a rather bizarre sight.

The pure knight's arms were stuck to the bare rock wall… or rather, stuck to the black mucus that had grown so voluminous it now covered almost the entire wall. She looked as though she were being buried in a black pillar.

She was unconscious, her head hanging limply forward. On closer inspection, some of that black mucus was clinging to her face as well. Her nose had been left clear so she could breathe, but her mouth, ears, and eyes were all completely sealed by the black mucus.

Her mucus-coated face was hidden by her prided silver hair, leaving it out of sight of her fellow knights.

She would occasionally twitch. Each time, her mouth moved as though to whisper something, even though the mucus inside blocked her voice from reaching anyone's ears. No — it would be more accurate to say that the mucus transmitted her voice to the Black Ooze.

And so, the Black Ooze caressed Fiana, following her voice to refine the stimulation it was giving her.

It made sure her ears were sucked, her holes ravished, her gums teased, her tongue pressed, and her breasts massaged beneath her clothes.

Fiana had fallen into a sort of trance-like sleep, allowing herself to be violated while also speaking exactly what she felt.

 

 

One would normally wake from something like that, but this elven knight showed no sign of waking at all.

It was hardly a surprise, though, as she had been forcibly put to sleep by magic.

A Black Ooze was a monster that could consume anything and acquire the abilities of whatever it ate.

By consuming the knights that had recently come to it, it had expanded the range of magic it could use. By now, even compared to Frederica and Satia combined… no, even including the elven knight it was currently violating, the Black Ooze would very likely be able to use more kinds of magic than all three of them put together.

And in proportion to that, its mana capacity had grown as well.

Having consumed several dozen humans and knights who were excellent magic users, its mana had swelled so large that no ordinary mage could be its equal.

Even so, the Black Ooze's children did not share that benefit. Its children did not know how to use magic, so even if they obtained some mana, they couldn't put it to use.

For that reason, they presented the knights to the Black Ooze — their parent — for it to consume.

It was a very hierarchical relationship, much like that of ants. The Black Ooze was the queen, with Frederica and Satia as the workers, who even now were giving birth to more slimes.

It could easily be said that its current power was far too much for an ordinary slime.

The guardians of the forest, the elves, possessed vast mana capacity and could form contracts with spirits. This Black Ooze was using one of those very elves merely to produce a slime subspecies. If the Black Ooze were to fight any of the people nearby again, it would very likely win even in a fair, head-on contest.

But no one in this place was around to fear that possibility. Frederica and Satia were already the Black Ooze's things, while the hostile Alfira was too busy suffering under the agonizing pleasure she was being given.

In essence, the only one here who might be able to resist the Black Ooze was the dream-bound elven girl.

Holding no deep feelings on the matter — it was a mystery whether a slime could even have feelings in the first place — the Black Ooze ravished Alfira.

"Guh, gi—uuu…"

The voice coming from the woman's mouth held not just pleasure, but also the pain of being thoroughly penetrated.

This was no wonder.

Having been a virgin until just a short while ago, she had never taken anyone into her vagina before.

For that reason, she did not know the pleasure that intercourse could bring, and in a place like this — having her virginity stolen by a monster — her disgust outweighed the pleasure the Black Ooze gave her.

No matter how much she was caressed, no matter how much pleasure was etched into her body, the agonizing pain of her deflowering had restored a certain amount of Alfira's ability to think.

"Kuho—kuho—"

She couldn't speak with the viscous tentacles weaving about inside her mouth, but the pleasure-clouded eyes she'd had only a moment ago had definitely regained some awareness.

But even this wouldn't last long. Alfira, harboring within her mind an anxiety that bordered on conviction, struggled against the mucus binding her body.

She failed. Worse, the pleasure registered all the more keenly, and she wound up climaxing.

This was something it knew — a woman's body, no matter how much hate or disgust she harbored, would feel it all the same.

For that reason, under the impression that Alfira wasn't feeling pleasant enough, the Black Ooze's caresses turned gentle.

It was the same kind of caressing it gave Satia. A mother's body must not be distressed, so its caresses would only bring her pleasure.

Although Alfira's body had matured similarly to Frederica's, what it gave her was a sweet pleasure even a child would recognize as feeling good.

It could also have used its paralytic poison to dull her pain, but that would have weakened her sensitivity.

That was a fact the Black Ooze had only recently learned. The knights it had consumed knew a few things on the subject.

The knight was the holder of what could be called perverted knowledge, the contents of which were abnormal to say the least. How should a woman be handled to make her feel? How should she be raped? Where were her most intense erogenous zones? The knight had known all manner of perverted things like that, and constantly wanted to test his knowledge on Fiana, a beautiful and pure knight.

There was a knight who had vivid delusions of doing violent things to Alfira's mature body, a body that had never known a man.

There was a knight who had joined this expedition specifically so he could arouse himself by imagining Fiana's and Alfira's breasts sandwiching his face.

There was a knight who imagined raping the two of them until they cried out his name and eventually came to crave him.

There was a knight who fantasized about making the bewitching mage they had met on the expedition gasp with pleasure.

There was a knight who pictured himself pinning down the doll-like girl he had just met and raping her as violently as possible.

Beyond them, there were many others who imagined themselves using Fiana, Alfira, Frederica, and Satia as outlets for their lust.

They had knowledge concerning magic, and knowledge concerning how to please women. And so, having consumed the lust they had once held, the Black Ooze caressed Alfira with that very lust.

As time passed and the knights' digestion progressed, the Black Ooze's lovemaking grew more tenacious — to make Alfira feel even more, to pleasure women even more.

When her breasts were massaged, she gasped.

When her vagina was drilled into, she gasped.

When her womb was teased…

When the crack of her buttocks was licked…

This world's sexual practices had not developed very far. The asshole was merely an organ for excretion, the breasts were a sacred thing for rearing children, and the womb could even be called a sanctuary.

The erogenous zones were the nipples and the vagina. While some men and women harbored more abnormal tastes, such as desiring a person's asshole, they were few, and such tastes were even considered slightly heretical.

Yet compared to what was currently assailing her…

Ears, neck, armpits, navel, inner thighs, ankles, the arches of her feet, even the spaces between her fingers and toes — each and every one was treated as an erogenous zone.

The knowledge the Black Ooze now held told it that a woman had many hidden erogenous zones.

So it would put that knowledge to the test. Where did a woman feel pleasure? What could be done to make her fall deeper into it?

The more pleasure she felt, the better condition a woman would be in to bear a child. For that reason and that reason alone, it had decided to make all four of these women suffer, writhe, and gasp.

"Haah, heeh. Hahi—haaah… aaaaAAAHH!"

And that extreme pleasure now assailed this woman's body — a body that had only ever known masturbation. The Black Ooze had enough hands to make that possible.

When the Black Ooze ravished her ears, it made her hallucinate that her very brain was being ravished.

When her neck was licked, she felt a longing within the titillation.

When her armpits were caressed — whether because it was a place that wouldn't ordinarily be touched, or because she was sensitive there — she did feel a certain something.

As her navel was teased loose, she felt the illusion of heat gathering deep in her lower back.

Her inner thighs, being close to her genitals, gave a direct pleasure to her limbs.

And when her ankles, her entire legs, even the spaces between her fingers all received attention at the same time — well, is there a woman alive who could endure that?

At the very least…

"Fuu… h-hiii…"

At the very least, Alfira wasn't one of them. Unable to take it all in, she could only stare up at the ceiling with eyes that barely reflected anything at all.

From time to time came "Fhia… Fhiaa— hafhe…" — voices that could be heard as gasps or wheezing, all of them just begging for help.

Intercourse between humans didn't last very long. There was a limit to both strength and endurance.

Alfira had been aware of that. She was being made to feel, to gasp, from areas she had never considered erogenous before.

Even though what was raping her was a monster, even though she was suffering such substantial mental anguish, she was livid at being made to feel such things in such strange places.

Her ears were licked, ravished all the way into their holes, tickling the inside of her head.

On top of that, her body told her that its sensitivity had increased dramatically in this short span of time.

What had been developed the most was her ample chest — and, atop them, her nipples.

At first glance, they appeared no different from any other woman's, but they had actually been concealed, hidden as if protected by their areolae, until just a little while ago.

They were still a beautiful pale pink and about the size of a pinky's tip, erect to the point that they couldn't stiffen any further.

And since they were the only parts not covered by the slime's black mucus, they seemed to shine against the sticky liquid coating the rest of her chest.

Her nipples, despite still not being touched, twitched in tiny little spasms all on their own.

There was wind.

A faint breeze flowed through the cave. It came in through the same hole in the ceiling that let light down into the cavern.

As it passed over her wet chest, she felt it every time it brushed across her sensitized nipples.

Right now, another slime was entering her developed urethra. She had thought for a moment that she might be released, but she had been wrong.

What was entering Alfira this time was a slime somewhat larger than the one that had first taught her what pleasure her urethra could bring her. That familiar sense of pressure returned inside her waist.

But that wasn't all.

What Alfira felt was pure terror.

Even though she was frightened by the reality of a foreign creature entering her urethra, that wasn't what sent chills down her spine. It was—

Oh, again?

—herself, responding mentally with a feeling of resignation.

She was afraid of the thought that she might be enjoying having her urethra violated.

It hadn't even been half a day since she had come to this cave.

She had already been developed to this point.

She could hardly believe she would last until help arrived.

"S-shaaave… m-me… shtahp…"

Shedding tears and snot as saliva spilled from her mouth, Alfira pleaded for mercy.

She didn't believe that this monster, this earless slime, would listen to her pleading. Not for a moment.

Yet even so, she still begged for help.

"W, waah—waaah…"

Like an infant, she even began to shake her head and cry.

There was nothing about her now that would make her look like a knight. She had lost that pride the moment she started panting from its caresses and lost her virginity.

Alfira was self-aware — aware that she could no longer live an ordinary life.

Her eyes opened wide.

Once again, a slime clearly larger than the one that had entered her just before approached her urethra.

"N-no…!"

She shook her head back and forth violently, her body thrashing in a rage.

Her body, which had been dulled by the pleasure, now felt as though it had regained its former strength.

She didn't want something as big as that inside her. If she felt any more from her urethra, she really might lose the ability to live in human society.

She felt as though she had already passed the point of no return, but she still didn't want to be developed any further.

"Kfuh!? Sh—aaaah—!?"

Perhaps pleased by Alfira's reaction, the mucus tentacle that had been driven into her vagina like a stake resumed its movements.

It hadn't paused to let Alfira settle down after the pain of her deflowering, but she had no way of knowing that.

Traces of astonishment appeared in her eyes.

She didn't know exactly when it had happened, but she was sure that that area was supposed to bring her pain. The pain of her deflowering, pain that would restore a measure of her reason.

Looking away from the slime moving for her urethra, she turned her gaze to the tentacle piercing her vagina like a pile driver.

"S-s-stahp, i-it…"

What she felt from it was definitely pleasure.

It brought not the slightest bit of pain, nor any sense of pressure. Her vagina had already adjusted to the size and shape of the tentacle penetrating her, and the wound from her deflowering had been lubricated over by the tentacle's mucus and her own secretions.

And above all, her entire body was being trained to feel pleasure where there should have been pain.

The Alfira of this moment might already be at the point of feeling pleasure from the pain of deflowering itself.

Sensing that that was what was happening to her, the dread in her chest deepened.

What would happen to her body, her mind, once she left this mine? What would become of her from here on…? The mere thought frightened her.

"S-save—please, Fhiahnaaaa-samaaa…"

And once again, she begged for help from the sleeping knight.

She didn't even realize that her voice would never reach her.

"Nn…"

The girl's limbs trembled slightly.

Her clothes, exposed by the removal of her armor, clung to her damp skin and accentuated her graceful limbs.

Her waist swayed in empty air as though to beg for something, since there was no strength left in her legs. She probably wouldn't even be able to stand without the tentacles' support.

Even in that state, Fiana was still sleeping.

Her slightly parted lips could be seen through the mucus, her tongue moving as if licking at something within it.

Perhaps her mouth held a penis within her dream? Or perhaps she was twining her tongue with another's?

"Huu… huuu…"

Her breathing was ragged, her cheeks dyed red. Her mouth and eyes were covered with mucus, the strangeness obvious.

Since her mouth was sealed, she could only breathe through her nose, and some snot was trickling down from it.

If she were conscious, it was something she would never have displayed in public. A man might be forced to swallow back his saliva at the mere sight of it.

But even so, the Black Ooze continued its work without any feeling on the matter.

Fiana continued to speak, plead, and demand pleasure.

All the Black Ooze had was the knowledge of men's lust.

This woman was the important mother body that would bear its children; it would never eat her. Not even one who carried an enormous mana capacity and knowledge of magic like Fiana.

So this time, it would try to discover what sort of pleasure the woman desired while she was still unconscious.

"Mm, ga…"

Blocked by the mucus, a strained voice came from her throat.

When would the next person come to this abandoned mine?

Until that happened, the women would not be released.

Not Alfira and Fiana, at least.

… Unless, like Frederica and Satia, they accepted this pleasure and their minds didn't break.

"Shtahp, shtahp! Pleashe shaaaa… shaaaave, me—Fiaaaana-shaaaamaaa!!"

"Nn… mm…"

The Fiana whose help was being begged for would not answer that voice.

This female elf was dangerous. The Black Ooze's instincts told it that, so it had put her to sleep using magic a knight had been able to use.

She wasn't an opponent it couldn't beat. In truth, even though the Black Ooze had played dirty, it had still defeated Fiana. Even so, she had been capable of killing the Black Ooze. She was that strong.

In that case, all it had to do was absorb and kill her.

There were several dozen men's wills within the Black Ooze. Some among them murmured exactly that.

However, many others rejected the idea. Fiana was strong. Perhaps one of this kingdom's greatest assets.

So it would rape her and have her bear its children.

Surely, with this woman, it could obtain some powerful monsters. It would have her birth them.

The mucus-glazed white vestments seemed to forget they should be concealing her ample limbs, though her wet robe did still hide the area it ought to thanks to the weight of the slime. Even so, her garter belt and white knee socks could be seen peeking out from under the slits on either side of her robe. As those knee socks were rendered transparent by the liquid, the color of her skin showed through.

A wet, squelching sound could be heard coming from her genitals, hidden beneath her robe. Because they were concealed, they couldn't be seen — and that was precisely what made it so obscene.

It wasn't possible to see exactly what was happening, so the imagination ran wild. Restrained in what looked like a crucifixion, the beautiful elf was being raped without any way to resist. And since she was asleep, she couldn't so much as utter a word.

She was completely powerless.

The tentacle that had been thrust into her mouth was pulled out.

"H-aah—haaah, haah…"

Even so, she wasn't awake. She was simply breathing now that her mouth had been freed.

The tentacle working on her genitals thrust in vigorously.

"Fuaaah—"

Fiana screamed. Even so, she hadn't yet woken from her slumber. Which meant — because she was unconscious — that panting gasp was one coming from her deepest emotions.

The elven knight was asleep. By this point, the Black Ooze knew that she was dreaming.

As for what a dream was, however, it had no idea.

Even so, it knew about them from the knowledge it had gained.

Dreams were desires. Projections of one's current state.

In that case, which kind of dream was Fiana having right now? A desire? Or a projection?

Was it a liberating dream? A desire for pleasure? Or a projection of her actually being raped?

"Ah—ah, ah…"

Her voice leaked out. Gradually growing louder, it grew intense.

Yet even so, Fiana didn't wake. The Black Ooze had used magic to make sure she wouldn't.

No matter how much shame she felt, no matter how many times she came, Fiana didn't wake up. She wasn't able to.

It was the same as it had always been.

Frederica and Satia.

It was the same with them. The same with Alfira as well. Refusal, acceptance, fainting, or sleep, the slime cared not.

It would give them pleasure. It would pleasure the mother bodies… pleasure them into a state more suitable for bearing its children.

Yes. Even if they were asleep, even if they had fainted, it cared not.

The unconscious Frederica's and Satia's development continued through its caresses and the tentacles driven into their vaginas — intense for Frederica, gentle for Satia.

Having just procured Alfira that day, it began by kneading her hidden nipples, continued by peeling back her clitoris' hood so that it would always stay bare, and kept a ring of mucus around its base — all while gently caressing her entire body.

"Higuuuh!?"

"Sto—s-stooooop…!?"

She refused its advances. Yet even so, it would not stop. Alfira's voice, thoughts, denials — none of them mattered. The Black Ooze would simply provide her with pleasure.

"Please, stop… stop, stop…"

Even as she lost her resolve and her voice grew weak, it kept on penetrating her vagina and stimulating her clitoris. By doing so, it would teach her formerly virgin hole that sexual intercourse was something to enjoy.

—Nor did it forget her urethra, of course. A thin tentacle smaller than a fingertip bored into her bladder.

"Ha—unn…"

She let out a sweet, sugary sound. Still not satisfied, the Black Ooze continued developing Alfira — her erogenous zones, her pleasures, her thoughts, her body.

So that she couldn't escape, so that she would beg for it, so that she would understand that the only thing she wanted was this pleasure.

"Huu—uuuu!!"

Suddenly, someone other than Alfira shouted.

Without alarm, the Black Ooze turned its attention toward the source of the sound. It was Fiana.

The woman whose hands and feet were both restrained, the female elf who had been suspended within the mucus, had woken up.

"Wh-what!?"

The Black Ooze's tentacles were blocking her sight and restraining her limbs. Her mana had been drained from her with each climax, leaving not even a trace.

Startled by her own sudden awakening, she shook her head from side to side. However, since her vision had been sealed by a tentacle, the motion did not dispel her confused voice.

"Fuiiia—Fianaaaaaaaa-shamaa—"

Alfira cried out. It was her final struggle.

At this moment, and only this moment, she felt as though she might have a chance to win. She surely wasn't wrong about that. And perhaps that was only the thinking of someone who hadn't realized — or refused to realize — that she'd already been checkmated.

"Higuh!?"

A tentacle penetrated into Fiana's deepest parts. While she was asleep, Fiana had disclosed her most sensitive areas and weaknesses in her delirium.

She liked her ears being licked gently.

Her neck would go numb if it was stimulated just enough to feel like it was barely being touched.

She loved having her armpits pressed firmly.

She preferred her breasts to be massaged intensely.

She couldn't hold out if her groin was rubbed by something with a moderate hardness, like a toe.

To say nothing of her clitoris, her genitals — as was being done to them now… when penetrated hard at the deepest part while simultaneously rubbed along the top wall, she felt pleasure so intense it left her numb.

Although her four limbs were restrained for safety, it had still used paralytic poison to weaken her.

All the while, the Black Ooze drilled into Fiana's vagina once more. This time, it rubbed along the top wall.

"W-what!? W-why am I—iiii!?"

She didn't speak coquettishly, but in astonishment. She also kept shaking her head left and right. But she was not about to undo the tentacle blocking her vision with anything that simple.

"Fiana-shamaaa, run…!"

Alfira let out something like a scream. She had been gasping so much that her voice sounded excited.

"E-eh?"

But hearing her voice like that, Fiana couldn't grasp what was happening.

That was no surprise. Her limbs were restrained, she couldn't see anything, and there was a tentacle plowing into her vagina. There wasn't a woman alive who could react logically to a situation like that.

Not even this female knight, who had given the Black Ooze a run for its money with her powerful magic, could do anything once forced into her current state.

When the slime took advantage of her confusion and kept forcing its way into her vagina, she let out a strangely coquettish voice. Her body had been developed and heated during her sleep, and it easily went into spasms, forgetting that it ought to be enduring this.

"W-what's—s-stop… huuu, stop… stop it!"

Her confusion gradually mounted as her tone shifted from self-assured to denial.

This was Fiana's true anxiety.

She couldn't see, she couldn't move, and the one humiliating her gave no response.

It was obvious, though. The Black Ooze had no mouth to respond with, nor would it have, since its only intentions were to violate women. The only one here who could answer Fiana was Alfira, and she only responded by pleading for her to escape and bring help.

As though she had forgotten how to say anything else, Alfira simply kept telling her to run away, her responses mixed with intense panting and gasping.

Fiana didn't understand anything; she couldn't get anything out of her. If anything, it only deepened her confusion.

"Hu-ah… kuh, what!? Why, is—this—"

She herself didn't understand why she was feeling so much pleasure from it.

No, no way — it was doing this to me the entire time I was asleep?

She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe that while she had been asleep, she had been desiring the Black Ooze's loving.

"Nn…"

"Uah—Goshujin-sama…?"

Likely due to Fiana's loud voice, Frederica and Satia woke from their unconsciousness.

Their vaginas had been penetrated and their bodies caressed while they were out, but the two of them were used to it. If anything, they only felt as though they had gotten proper rest when it happened.

"Aahnnn."

A load of semen spilled into Frederica's womb. Her hips suddenly began shaking back and forth as she intentionally tightened her vagina around the Black Ooze's tentacle. By doing so, she could wring every last drop of semen from it.

It was already a conditioned reflex. She was nothing but a beast that craved sex.

It was then that Frederica finally noticed Fiana.

"Oh? If I recall… Fiana?"

"That voice… Frederica-san!?"

"Mm?"

Her voice sounded like she was at her wits' end, and Frederica wound up tilting her head to the side.

Unable to understand why she might sound like that, she looked over at Satia.

"Aaahn, Goshujin-sama, that spot's—nooooo…!"

As always, she was off in her own world.

At that moment, tentacles shifted over to Frederica and wrapped around her. Taking a firm hold of her waist and coiling around her breasts, they also restrained her limbs.

Once she had been lifted up into the air, she looked practically the same as Fiana — all the more so when they were lined up side by side.

"Frederica-san, save me — u-undo these, please!"

"Eh?"

She responded with a sound as if she didn't understand at all.

Save her?

… Why?

The moment she thought that, a tentacle pressed up against her labia. With that, Frederica's ability to speak vanished, replaced by thoughts stained with pleasure.

Once again, she would be raped. Raped until she fainted, then beyond that. Until she was broken even further — until she couldn't return, and would become part of Goshujin-sama.

That thought, coming at her so suddenly, brought her to a climax.

"A-ahn. There — please, Goshujin-sama!"

As though it were the most natural thing, she invited the tentacles into her vagina. Her voice rose, and the next to speak was Fiana, right beside her.

"Wh-at? What did you… Frederica-san, what's happening!?"

She couldn't see. All she had to go on was her ears.

So all she could do was imagine. In that darkness, what was happening next to her? What was Frederica doing? She could only guess.

And those guesses led her to the worst thing imaginable. She didn't want to admit it.

What was being used to restrain her? What was entering her vagina? What was violating Frederica? What was violating her?

She didn't want to admit it.

"No, le—let me go, let me go—!"

She thrashed about. She tried to invoke magic so she could escape, only to notice that her mana was gone.

Her desperate need to escape drowned out even her shock at that fact. She didn't want to accept this reality. She didn't want to think about it.

"Alfira, Satia-san!!"

She called out their names. She no longer bothered adding Frederica's name to the list. After all, Frederica was currently letting out joyous sounds beside her.

"Goshujin-sama, my… apologies… Satia is, already…"

Just then, with her sharp hearing she caught her name spoken by a voice she knew well.

Satia, her waist having given out, was caressing the tentacles with her body. She licked them with her tongue, pressed her tiny chest against them, and held on to them with her supple limbs.

However.

Unable to bear it any longer, she herself guided the tentacles back toward her vagina.

She apologized for not being able to satisfy it, but her true feelings were that she herself wanted to feel good as soon as possible.

It's unknown whether the Black Ooze understood her intention, but nevertheless it drove a tentacle into Satia's small vagina as requested.

"Uu—ah, ah, ah…"

The tentacle had been sized to suit Satia's body, but when it pierced deep into her vagina without warning, she couldn't even scream. Not even with a vagina loosened by pleasure.

This slave who found delight in being treated with even the tiniest hint of violence eagerly swung her hips so it could feel just a bit better. Working her hips like a wretched prostitute, she mimicked the way Frederica usually let herself be violated.

"Nn, nnn. Goshuuuji… shama, d-does it, feel gooooood?"

"W-what… S-Satiaa—Al… Alfira!?"

She didn't understand what was happening, nor did she want to.

Her voice filled with fear, she called out for her fellow knight. The proud female knight who had spoken to her when she awoke.

Yet there was no response.

Alfira was defeated by the pleasure, her eyes rolled back into her head and her tongue lolling from her mouth, snot and saliva running freely.

She was being forced into climax, into recognizing her defeat, into realizing she would never get away.

She would be forced to cum until her dying day.

It was the same defeat that had been driven into Frederica and Satia many times over.

This was simply Alfira's first time.

… Alfira knew it. She couldn't run away anymore. The only thing that could provide her with this pleasure was the Black Ooze.

"Alfira! Alfiraaaa!!"

The elven knight continued calling out to the unresponsive female knight.

"Higu!?"

Her genitals, hidden by her robe, were pierced. Reaching her womb in an instant, the tentacle pushed against its entrance.

As though to tell her to just shut up.

"—A-ah…"

She saw nothing. She could only hear coquettish gasps. Her body was restrained, and she couldn't escape.

Fear sprouted in her chest.

"… ah…"

 

 

On that day, the number of voices echoing within the abandoned mine increased by two.