I Become Master of Danger Zones as Incubus With Mastery In Genetic

Looking at the panting red faced woman underneath him, Alros could not help but stroke her pitiful wanting face.

Previously, she was the most defiant out of the newly captured women, but now she was violated by him, she looked like a docile kitten.

Looking at the others, they all suffer the same fate, red faced with bodily fluid, his and theirs staining their bodies.

Aside from the one he is currently ravaging, the others have lost their consciousness, though some manage to hold on to their, but barely, their eyelids half-closed as they recover from the exertion of the rough session.

"Master," the woman underneath panted, "please, this slut want more," she pleaded, her arms trying to wrap around his bigger frame but her tired limbs could barely hold on before it failed her, falling to her sides.

"Don't worry, I will ravaged you even more brutally," he then pushed his dick inside her weeping cunt, making her squeal as he proceed to pummel her inside with his cock.

-x-

"Looks like I will get to see a show," he mused, watching as a a party of adventurers entered the designated Death Spot, one he put the Giant Marsh Frog at.

"Let see how effective you are, my creation,"

-x-

"There seem to be no monsters around here, at least it seem so," a woman, the tracker of the group of 8 female adventurers said, looking around warily.

He, along with the scout are at the front, watching and making sure there are no ambushes waiting for them. They even looked upwards, to the annoyance of some people.

"Let's hope so. Some parties that head here did not come back, and I don't want to follow their foot step," the leader of the party, a short black haired woman exclaimed, her eyes scanning the surrounding with great vigil.

"Yes, captain," the 7 other adventurers answered. They might be one of the few female adventurers in the city, but they did not last this long by looking pretty alone.

"Keep watch, the Swamp Ogre the guild warned everyone about could be here," the vice-leader of the group, a long purple-haired woman exclaimed, her eyes looking around while the top of her magic staff glow in great white color.

The others did as she said, their weapons at the ready as they prepared for whatever is to come. When they heard a large croak, while it did cause them to be surprise by it, by no mean did they are afraid.

"Behind!" the tracker exclaimed, the others looking at the back to see a huge Giant Marsh Frog leaping towards them, before it opened its mouth and shot its tongue, striking the tracker, who let out a surprise yelp as she was soon pulled into the frog gaping maw.

"No! Celine! Release her you monster!" the leader screamed before slicing at the best. To her shock, her sword, which had cut countless Giant Marsh Frog, did not do much except for pushing the skin and cutting it a little.

"Croak," the frog replied before one of it's webbed limbs struck the frozen leader, sending her flying to a nearby tree.

"Captain! Everyone! Watch out! This monster is a lot stronger than your average Giant Marsh Frog!" the vice-leader yelled, before casting a bolt of mana to the frog. The frog did not move, letting it skin absorb the attack, which did pitifullt against it.

It then proceed to leap away, likely fleeing to digest it's meal in peace.

"Grab the captain and let's get away from here," the vice leader said, her voice wary as she looked around with great fear.

"There might be more of them and I don't want any of us around to find out," the other nodded as two other adventurers grabbed their leader, who, while dazed, is not too badly injured.

"Oh, but you don't get the chance anymore," a powerful burst of wind cause their hairs and clothes to blow away, but it did not stop the dread that come to them, as they watched in horror as a demon appeared right before their eyes, his red eyes looking at them with glee.

"Come on. You come to this death trap of mine. Do you think I will let you escape?" he said as he stroke his white hair, a wicked grin on his face.

-x-

"Urgh, I'm going to barf," the short black-haired tracker exclaimed, her head spinning, like the rest of her body as the frog continue to move, it's stomach moving as well as the liquid inside of it hit her everywhere.

"P-please, s-stop," she slurred out, her spinning head making it hard for her to say anything, as she wanted the torment to stop. She is going to die anyway, so let her die in peace!

The frog seemed to listen to what she said and stop, letting it stomach, and her stomach rest. "Urgh, too close," the tracer exclaimed, her hand on her belly as she tried to get her stomach to settle.

So focus on not barfing that she did not realize what is happening to her, or to be exact, her clothes. She only realize it when the liquid her skin, when there are clothes on it before.

"Wha- Aaarghhh!" she yelled in embarrassment, realizing that she is almost half-naked, her clothing in tatters with holes everywhere, and from the look of it, it just the start.

"I have to get out of here," she said before trying to climb the frog's stomach. Unfortunately, the moment she touched it stomach, more liquid filled its stomach, the liquid only stopping when it reached her neck.

Realizing in horror, the tracker touched the remaining clothing, confirming her fear when she felt the clothes starting to dissolve, with the end result would be her being fully nude.

"No! Get me out!" she slammed her fists on the frog's stomach, as getting eaten is one thing, but to strip her nude before that, that is another.

Yet, her attempt is futile, as the liquid continue to dissolve her clothes, until there is nothing left. When there is nothing covering her body, the liquid recede, until it reaches her knees, though she still covered her private parts, despite nothing being there.

"It should be over, right?" she asked herself. That's when several ticks landed on her back as the frog opened its mouth, water and leeches flooding the stomach before she could even try to escape.

"Waaaah!" her scream of surprise did not deter the parasite, as the leeches quickly bite her, from her legs, to arms, even her breasts and ass. As for the tick, they prefer to stuck on her neck and back.

She tried to rip them off but as she did so, it is too painful, making her stop. Slowly, she could feel she was getting tired, to the point she could no longer stand on her legs and forced on her knees.