Butcher Demon

Chapter 2: The Spirit of Professionalism

To be honest, Deep Throating isn’t that pleasurable for me.

Because I can’t talk anymore, so I can’t just tell her to suck, nip, use her throat, or anything like that. I just have to shove it down into her hole.

The woman’s eyes peeled back as she resisted the suddenness of it.

It’s the first time I’ve forced her to do oral since yesterday. She grabbed my hand and pushed on my thighs as she battled.

The feel of her teeth is repulsive. She tries to bite me, but to no avail. The Butcher’s skin is unusually elastic and hard. It could even repel a bullet. Even the penis has a reasonable amount of protection.

It’s like biting into a very thick intestine with a steel core. The bite force of a person is literally useless. In fact, my pistoning motion might even break her teeth if she keeps biting. I wish I could tell her that, but I can’t get any words out.

However, she began to understand this on her own, and gradually stopped resisting. Her jaws hanging open, drooling frothily from her mouth, and eventually, she was at my mercy.

This girl is smart. The process of understanding and the decision to give up was quick.

I screwed my red-hot rod deep into her throat. Her eyes looked up at me. the focus in her eye staring to get blurred as she began to spill fluid from her eyes and nose

As my hips go numb, the intense ejaculation begins again.

The hot beast’s semen poured out in time with the throbbing and pulsating of my cock.

Surprisingly, she began to take it all into her belly.

I don’t know if it is her will or just an instinct to protect her respiratory tract, but the movement of her throat isn’t bad at all.

Every time I bounce my penis with a thud, the woman contracts her throat. Then the base of her tongue rubs the underside of my reproductive organ.

Well, I think I’ve developed another new way to violate a woman.

With such emotion in my heart, I finally let it all out. I feel a little better. In a good mood, I let go of the woman’s head.

The freed blonde woman puts her hands on the hard floor and starts coughing.

“Ghoh …… ghoh …… cough..cough..”

My mind is still human after all. So I feel sorry for her when she cries like that. In some parts of me, I want the women who come to this room to enjoy the best sex they can get, something no human man can do. I’m proud of my professionalism.

I had no choice but to sit down in front of her, sit crossed legs and make eye contact with her.

The woman looked up in surprise at my sudden behavior. Immediately, she let out a small scream, “Hee!” A hint of fear flashed across her face.

When I sat down with crossed legs, my grotesque phallus sticks out like a spear in the center of my body.

Yes, it’s a spear now. I secretly call it the Butcher Lance. Her eyes were glued to it.

She then began to shake a little, and when I put my hands in her sides and lifted her up like a child, she began to shake her head, her face contorted into a scowl.

What’s so unpleasant? You cry like a child, so I have no choice but to soothe you.

The woman wanted to resist, but apparently, her hips were so weak that she couldn’t even stand. But that’s okay. I’ll move you, you just have to accept it.

I took her on my chest like holding a baby.

I wrapped my hands around the nape of her waist to hold her firmly in place, and slowly rubbed her smooth body against mine as I lowered her.

“……!”

The woman was skewered with an unfamiliar voice.

I let her straddle on my thing, then rocking her. With my superhuman strength, it’s like I’m playing with a stuffed animal doll.

“Aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah–“

A woman who can no longer do anything but a whimpering sound like a toy. She is staring at the ceiling with her neck turned up in shock.

She must be scared. I think she is afraid of my face. That’s why she’s looking away.

I see. In the face-to-face sitting position, my creepy face is right in front of hers. I don’t like this face either. Staring at each other like lovers at such a close range was probably a bit of torture. I felt sorry for her.

But I really like this position. it allows me to appreciate the shape of a woman’s body, including the expression on her face. I would have preferred to be in the cowgirl position to appreciate the female body, but that would have been too unnatural for me, and it would have been difficult to play with her without attracting suspicion. So, this was a compromise.

She had long blond hair and hazel eyes. Her breasts were beautifully shaped and although they were still taut, I could tell from the way they swayed that they were already very ripe. She must be a woman in her prime, and with her wonderful body, she must have been courted by many men. How did she end up being a soldier on the dangerous front lines? I really don’t understand. I wondered if the lives of the citizens had become so desperate since I had left.

I pressed the tip of the butcher lance against her womb and rhythmically poked it, and in no time her honey pot began to drool vigorously, wetting even my scrotum.

I’m good at this, aren’t I? I know a lot about women’s sexual zones.

This reaction made me a little happy again, and I went back to my work of shaking and fucking her like crazy.

I lost in my thought as I admire the beauty of this woman that’s currently panting for breath.

It’s been two days since I started to humiliate this woman who has become like a broken doll in my arms. Her body has more and more abrasions here and there, but I’m convinced that she’s happy. because she’s in my arms like this.

It’s not egotism.

This is an alien fortress city. This is a facility in the middle of it, where they use prisoners captured in battle for experiments or to breed monsters.

(tln. it’s エイリア ‘Alien’ )

Some of the POWs (Prisoner of war) sent here are women, and the end result for the men is just pitiful.

This woman had been squirming like crazy for at least half a day initially. I think she enjoyed my work.

The woman who was assigned to me could continue to see heaven like this until she became pregnant. I am rather gentle with women, thanks to the fact that I keep my human spirit intact in this way. The other butchers’ work is messy. Most of them got broken before they can conceive.

I guess the quality of my work has been recognized, and now I’m doing more internal work than being on the battlefield. Although I am in a position to do so, I suddenly feel more motivated when I know I am recognized.

As I was thinking about this, it seemed like no time had passed. My sperm is fully loaded. The woman’s vagina is making a sizzling sound as she sucked on my son.

I pulled the woman’s hips tighter and pushed her vagina up and down as I shoot out my sperm.

“Uhhh …… uhhh …… ah …… ah ……”

She responded to my ejaculation by twitching and jerking her body. I’m sure she is pleased from a vagina that tightens up. I respond to her begging by shooting it all out.

The blonde woman then hugged me in the middle of my ejaculation.

That’s not good. I think she’s starting to break down.

The last thing I want to do is to break her heart. It would be a kindness to let her have enough fun and then break her heart right before she leaves me. That way, She won’t have to experience the hell that lies ahead.

My cum lubricated her vaginal walls, making them even more slippery.

The folds of her flesh still entwined well even when pushed apart by my horse-like cock. I guess you could say she’s a fine specimen.

I don’t know how many men she had in her life, but I envy them. If I had been welcomed into her vagina with a human penis, I believed that I would enjoy this delicate flesh even more.

But there are some things I can do that a human man cannot. One of them is the volume of my ejaculation. A woman’s womb is swollen to a staggering size by the semen that has been poured in.

This is like eating ramen noodles and then adding toppings to change the flavor. I began to shake the woman’s body without pulling out, enjoying the different slippery feelings and observing her face at close range as her head began to distort.

Perhaps I’ve met this woman before.

She must have been captured recently. We might use to be colleagues or had some kind of relationship at Fort 88, the fortress city I belonged to. I felt a tug somewhere in my brain.

But I can’t remember.

My thoughts are clear. But my memory was heavy and blurry as if there was thick fat stuck around my brain. And sometimes, when I felt a strong sexual desire in my lower abdomen, or when I remembered something from the past like this, my reasoning would slow down like a beast. It must be because I have a Butcher’s body.

Still, there is one thing I have not forgotten.

I will never forget.

The fact that I was betrayed by my allies and got left behind in the middle of the front lines as a decoy.