--I think that's enough.
Morse code isn't really good for conveying details, isn't it?
Butcher's brain is especially weak, so I can't remember long sentences even if I convert them in my mind. Once my brain gets used to the Morse code conversion process, I'll be able to speak more freely, but for now, this is my limit.
I felt like my emotions were leaking out along with the words, but I'm sure you got the idea.
Abigail's face was pale and her lips were trembling as she sucked on my tongue. There were tears in the corners of her eyes, and her neck was tense. She's a little choked up.
She's frightened.......
It's funny..... I don't even remember what I told her.
The Morse code is too long .......
I had no choice but to repeat the story again, and then I patted her on the butt.
--Gevaudan, help, Abigail, Abigail, listen, Gevaudan, betray, expose, kill--
I pulled my tongue back.
I don't need an answer. There was no way she wouldn't take this offer.
She gambled by asking a monster for help and it said back that it would. Her state of mind now must be comparable to that of a first prize winner in the lottery.
And she's talking to the infamous Butcher.
The fact that she was able to talk to the Butcher was enough to win her a medal. You'll be promoted to the second rank for sure. As a field spy who wanted to get promoted quickly and move to the safe position in the rear, she would want any information from the Butcher. If you follow me, you'll have a chance to get that information, too.
Abigail nodded frantically.
See?
But the action is a little loud. I wonder if she really knows what she's doing. I'm surrounded by enemies. Don't give away that you're communicating with me, okay?
--Violate her. Do your job.
A command.....
I was a little freaked out when I thought I'd been discovered. I spent too much time on Morse code. It takes forever.
If I could just say, "I'm feeling a little tired lately." the watchers would probably cut me some slack. You've got a lot of work to do every day and so on. but I can't.
I let out a sigh and grabbed Abigail by the sides and lifted her up like I'm lifting a baby.
Suddenly, unsure of what had just happened, she quickly realized my intentions and began to shake her head, her eyes welling up with tears.
In her line of sight, a butcher lance stretches straight up from the crotch of my sitting posture, pointing straight to the sky.
...... You seem a little traumatized by the last time.
But I'm sorry. If I stop here, it will be very unnatural, so I have to insert it.
"Wait...... please ...... Gevaudan! I'm scared....anything but that! I'll do anything you like! Please, not that one....you'll break it! ......I'll go crazy!!! please spare me!!"
Wait, what are you doing ......?
Aliens may be low-tech and messy, but they're not stupid ......!
If you talk to them that clearly, they'll know!
Even if you're insane, you're not allowed! If you ruin my grand plan, I will never forgive you! You're so stupid! You're just as stupid as I am.
"～～～～～～～!?"
Abigail was pierced with my core in a single breath, and she gritted her teeth and let out an inarticulate scream, sparks flying in her eyes.
I felt the glans plunge deep inside her and thrust into her guts.
I tightened my arms around her body. Her perfectly shaped breasts twisted in my arms like squished water balloons.
"'Guh..................."
I was going to be gentle with her, but she needs to get some punishment.
In order to make her my dog, I need to discipline her and train her. I need to get to the bottom of her soul.
I squashed Abigail in the corner of the room and lifted her ass up.
"Hee--gghhhh...ahhhhhh!?"
There was a loud pop and the base of my shaft smacked her labia.
Then I brought her crotch and my crotch together again and again.
Again and again.
I show her how I'm invading and trampling her most precious territory. To show her that this is the punishment you brought upon yourself.
"Hee, guh! Ggh! Ggh! Guh! Guh! Ge, vo...... o, Da......ere--"
The juices were pouring out of her slit in an endless stream, a defensive reaction to protect her biological structure. Every time my hips slapped her, there was a splashing sound and a spray of water.
"Ohhhh, ------oh, oh, oh, oh!? Aaah, aaah, aaah--"
Abigail's beautiful bird-like voice had been replaced by the voice of a completely different, inhuman creature. But I don't stop. This is a necessary step to show her that I'm superior.
-- don't talk, don't talk, don't talk --
I silenced the foolish Abigail with a piercing sound, while I converted the rhythm of the piston into a kind of electrical stimulation with my gland, sending the message directly to her brain to make her understand.
"Hee-hee!?--Oh--?!?"
Abigail caught the explosion of my animal desire deep in her womb and came at the same time, her face turning red hot.
The wrinkles between her eyebrows and her clenched teeth are not only due to the pain. I'm sure you're happy because your pussy is still sucking up my rod with all its desire. You slut.
I raise her hips to me, so her womb expands more than usual. She looked up at me, drool spilling from her mouth, her eyes unfocused as she screamed and climaxed wildly. She was already out of her mind.
Her lower mouth was overflowing with bubbling white liquid.
Her whole body was smeared with my animal lust that was overflowing. It also flowed into Abigail's gaping mouth, but she was too far gone to notice.
Once I had finished ejaculating my seed in anger and had calmed down a bit, I started to get more and more excited.
Sending Morse code with the rhythm of my hips is so much fun ......!
At this point, there was no need for me to sneakily slap her ass with my finger under the watchful eye of the guards.
It's legitimate intercourse.
The aliens would not be bothered. They'll just understand that I've started playing something strange again.
I slowly and carefully imprinted every word of the long sentence I had just thought of into her womb and brain. Instead of taking a break to catch my breath, I intersperse it with the ejaculation of a blazing jizz in her uterus.
"Aaarrrggghhhh! Ah, Ah... Ah!?, Ah... Ah, Ah! Ah! Ah!.....Ah!! Ah!!! A!! A!! A!!"
Abigail has become one rutting doggie under me.
What amazes me is that she's climaxing in this state. Every time I slam my burning rage against her uterine walls, they squeeze tighter and tighter. Even her belly and breasts jiggled and swayed.
You're a beautiful woman, but you're a real pervert, aren't you? It feels good.
As I was enjoying her crazy behavior, I grabbed both of her stretchy legs, pushed her legs open, and skewered her from above while she screamed like a wild animal.
The act made me feel so aroused.
"......shor......ry......"
You could say it's my second language. It's like a toddler who has just started to learn a language and keeps repeating the same words over and over. In a sense, Abigail is my mother.
I repeatedly slam my dirty scrotum into her beautiful folds and pour my seed into her. When her womb is full and swollen, I thrust my shaft deeper and deeper into that melting pot of slime. I repeated this movement endlessly.
*slop* *slop* *slosh* *slosh*, I was immersed in the burning sensation while pouring it to her in the pile driving position.
In order to imprint absolute obedience of the beast called Gevaudan on her soul.
I'll skewer her body and soul at the same time--!
Every time I shouted out my murky animal lust, the mirror vibrated in resonance.
We continued to have this kind of animal sex until I was satisfied.
"Hugh ...... wuuu...... Hugh ...... wuuu... ...Hugh ...... wuh ......"
By the time I'd made Abigail thoroughly aware of the situation, she was a soulless, raggedy doll, moaning like a lower life form, covered in semen.
She was covered in our combined fluids because I had left her ass up in the air.
She was leaning against the wall, her neck slumped, her legs spread slackly, and the slime of my pleasure and anger flowing back out of her like a spring.
I was pleased to see the drops glistening off the corners of her eyes.
Because she was so pleased with my animal lovemaking to the point of crying.
The sheer joy of exposing all the shallow parts of a beautiful woman and bringing her to her knees by force, and the small amount of respect I have for this woman, Abigail, for taking my rage so well, has helped to calm my raging anger.
--I was a little pissed off.
But it's your fault.
You're the one who's letting the Butcher's rage in me seep out.
It's okay. She's an AASPINT. She's far more elite than the disposable me. Abigail is a professional. She'll get it done.
I'm surprised she didn't pass out at least once during the whole ordeal in the first place. Anti-torture training is amazing. I guess the trick is to cry out loud. You know how they say that roller coasters are less scary when you shout?
It's going to take a while to get back on track, but she will come back. When she returns, I'll send her gently to heaven with my apologies. We'll have a nice talk in there.
I'm a professional. Professionals honor their deals.
--I'll help you, Abigail--
--But you can't make me angry anymore, okay?--
--We'll have to talk more, Abigail--
I blasted her lifeless face with my dirty, still aroused rod, and continued to talk to her in my newfound second language.
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