CH 105

The soft moonlight streamed through the opening of the wooden window on a peaceful night.

The beautiful young girl was laying on a bed.

She was on all fours with her face buried in the sheets, her cute ass raised high in the air and her hips wriggling. Although she was still growing, her curves indicated that her body was indeed a woman, and the intense feminine aroma emanated from beneath her pajama.

Her fingers slipped inside her pant, her crotch making a wet sound.

"Haa, nn... nguu... Yes, there, there... Des-sama... More, more... Ah, aah! No...not there... Han, aaaah!"

Her slim shoulders shook and trembled, and her toes curled. She groaned softly with heavy breaths, massaging her weak place continually, craving more.

Her short, flaxen hair and tanned face are in a trance, drooling and her eyes rolled back. Her puppy-like whimpers combined with the sound of her nubile flesh stirring are quite surreal.

The girl's immature body was imbued with the joys of being a "female", something he had taught her, something he had forced upon her. That is why - this is not enough. She is still unable to experience the ecstasy that was etched into her fifteen-year-old body like that night.

I want to feel better, more, I want him, to make me feel good... not with my own fingers like this--.

"Nhii, ahhh!"

The girl added more finger to her nectar hole. Stirred her own flirtatious flesh by pressing them together, making them thicker.

The wet sound and her cries become more intense. 

But still.

"It's not enough, ... Des-sama... Des-sama's penis is too good... That hard, thick, strong, hot penis, I want it in my vagina!"

Then she bends the first joint of her fingers.

*Pssshhhh*

A stain spread across her pants. The maiden's slender thighs already have many, many lewd stains on them. But it still wasn't enough.

"Ah....Des-sama..."

A wistful call.

"I want to see you....hmmm..."

The lonely maiden comforting herself on the bed was.

--Monica.

She was married to her beloved lord, whom she has loved and respected since childhood. When he visited Moiré village to replenish the defense system, she was forced to go in heat, and throughout the night, she was fornicated through and through and got impregnated.

Desmond has no excuse for any of his conduct or actions.

--That night, she was the virgin ready to be harvested on behalf of the village girls, the long-awaited sacrifice to Desmond, who was "revered" and treated as a "Guardian Deity"! --In other words, she became his bride under such pretenses, a first-night right without an actual husband, and to have the nobleman's seed poured into her until she was impregnated, an extraordinary privilege! Although Monica wanted nothing more than to be bounded to him and to be conceived, she was delighted that he was her owner now.

Although she didn't expect to be ravished like that.

The day prior to the event, a group of bandits led by an evil mage attacked the village.

But this place was a village of warriors with a well-equipped defensive system, and the pitiful bandits were easily overpowered and defeated. The evil mage, who was fed up with the situation, used his magic 【Stealth】hide and approached the villagers to finish the task himself, but Desmond, who possessed the unique skill "Chicken Sense."

This is a side note, the 【Stealth】 magic used by that mage was magic, while "Stealth" used by Ephemera and Randolph is a skill. It was the magic that can achieve the same effects as "Stealth" which is a higher-level skill that combines various forms of techniques and skills. But the spell was a spell, it consumes magic power to activate and maintain it. When one considered the actions of depending purely on 【Stealth】was just like hiding behind the veil of "Stealth", then it is not as impressive, and in various ways, "Stealth" is more tranquil than 【Stealth】. 

To be called a true expert, the skill  "stealth" is more qualified than magic. --Furthermore, the nobles often use those who do not have noble blood to act in the dark or even assassinate tasks as "shadows" the task that those who are among the nobility avoid it. They, after all, have their noble's pride.

The evil mage was thus exposed, but he saw the opportunity and inflicted Monica with the forbidden 【Madness】Berserker , the same that he inflicted on the bandits. With someone as powerful as her, it should have been easily dissipated by just her life energy, but because of the sinful master who can drive women crazy (according to the maid who wishes to remain anonymous). He was so worried that he performed an unnecessary 【Heal】on her. Because of that, Monica, who had been longing for him, actively absorbed his magic power, which in turn combined with the 【Madness】 and forced her to go into heat.

Yes, it was a forced estrus.

Maybe the evilest mage that night was the lord himself. On top of that, he used 【Physical enhancement (sex)】 to aid in controlling her heat, even to the point where, according to himself, he converted all the stupid amount of magic power he possessed into energy and burned himself into ashes afterward - an amazing feat, or rather, an outrageous act. All night long, he ravished the poor 15-year-old girl's body.

There is no excuse. I would like to ask for punishment for all accounts. --If he can be punished at all.

And then, can the poor girl, who was degraded to a bitch in heat and pregnant by the evil lord continue to live the same way as before? Of course, she couldn't.

After that, the responsibility for the administration was given to Monica. She is the representative of Desmond in this village. Naturally, the people of the village assist her, the precious girl who carries the lord's child. There was also a maidservant to tend to her, although the term "maid" might be inappropriate for this village. 

This is originally a logging house where the Lord, the "Guardian Deity" and his entourage stayed. No one is allowed to step in here -- except for Monica.

Although the bed in which Monica consoles herself in solitude is the same room where her lord sleeps, she is naturally not allowed in here. The room she resides in and uses as her personal room is a guest room.

But if no one else is home, she normally sleeps in this room, the room where she has memories of him.

"Nnghhhhhh..."

Moaning, Monica sat on the bed.

She was still burning more sexual desire. She rolled up the hem of her shirt, exposing her girl's breasts to the quiet night, which was still in the process of growing. Her lovely light pink nipples were already standing from her delicate areola. She pinched them, just as he had done to her that night. Then girl's body suddenly feels like an electric current running through her.

"Nnghhhh, ahhh!　Des-sama..." The sensation makes her tremble. "Haa, n... he loves breasts...the same breasts that I have to reserved for my baby, But Des-sama is going to have them all to himself....aaaah!"

With the imagination of being teased by Desmond, she kneaded the tip, which had turned stiffened with her own fingers. She kneaded them both.

The girl's face, still with a hint of innocence, was turning into a bitch in heat face, her eyes drooping. Her tanned skin was sweating, and the scent of  "woman" was running rampant.

Her left hand strokes her toned belly and sinks down into her pants. The place was already a burning mess.

"Ahhhh....it's like I peed my pants....ugh....so embarrassing...but I want Des to see it....look at it, spread it....tease it, lick it..."

Monica began to remove her pants while breathing hard. Her pulsing heart threatening to burst. She then she pulled off her panty, which had absorbed so much lewd liquid that they were no longer qualified as underwear.

*schrup*

"Haaaaaaah..."

The lewd sticky sensation of the cloth being peeled off of her skin reminded her of being undressed by him. Monica imagines a vision of Desmond, standing beside her bed.

It is impossible for a commoner to be with a noble, which is exactly who she imagines right now. Desmond is considered to be just decent in terms of appearance among the nobility, but to Monica, who has never seen any other nobleman, he appears like a heavenly handsome man, with the added bonus of affection. With a gentle smile on his face, he lowers his blue eyes to Monica's shameful and exposed parts of her body.

"Ugh, yah, look, don't look, Des-sama....hah..."

The sight of herself makes him chuckle.

It was the look he had shown Monica that night - a desire for her.

"Is it really no good?　I want to see every part of my girl's body."

Desmond, the imaginary Desmond, spoke.

"Ugh, Des-sama, you can't..."

"I like Monica's body, you know?　There's nothing to be shameful about, even that hole under your cute little pussy is adorable and beautiful. You know I'm being serious.　After all, that night we--"

"Hihhhhhhh..."

Monica turns so red at the thought of what was done to her that night, to the point that she might explode.

That's right, that night, it wasn't just her front hole....

"No....D-Des-sama..."

Stiffening, aware of his blue gaze on her two holes, the petals she had been teasing already bloomed cutely in front of him, and spilled male-luring nectar with a twitch.

And.

The fact that it dripped down to her other hole made Monica wince with shame.

"Do you want me that bad?" The image of Desmond says.

He leisurely removes his clothes in a seductive fashion to Monica, his male antler already pointing fiercely at the ceiling.

"Hahhhh, ahhh....I want it....Des-sama's, cock..."

Monica said, and before her fantasy Desmond ordered her, she got up on her knees and thrust her hips forward, exposing the most embarrassing part of her body.

She wiggles her hips. Because he is aroused by her own body, his male organ has grown angry and that pleases her.

"Ooooh, haaaa....Des, Des-samaaaa....I'm a naughty girl, I want your strong penis so badly that I have to play with myself every night... Please....please..."

She spread her wet pussy to charm him. The girl's puffy flesh. The spread lips of the girl's vulva invite him and spill out the cloudy nectar lustfully. The girl's clitoris was also exposed. The plump, swollen flower bud complained about the intensity of her lust and twitched desperately.

She then wetted her fingers with her own saliva.

The meat shaft of the imaginary Des-sama is rubbing against her cleft and teasing her.  "Haa, ah", her wistful gasps spilled out as her finger rubbed her private part.

"Ku, ah!"

The girl's limbs bounced, and she let out a sweet, charming sound each time she brush her clitoris. The small bulge shook, causing the erect, light pink tip to quiver slightly as it feel the cold night air.

"Ahhhh, ugh..."

He teased her clit, nuzzling it.

"Ohhhh....hmmm, hmmm, hmmm!"

He teased her bloodshot, erect nipples.

"Ahhhh, ahhhhh, Des, Des-sama  I want you to put it in me, quickly, quickly, oh....your penis, fill my pussy with your penis.....ahhhhh!"

Monica arched her back, revealing her tanned throat. It's a throat so unprotected that a man would be tempted to bite it. However, eroticism does not exist in this world - with a few exceptions.

Because of that, without the aid of magic, her cries are leaking out of the wooden window. And the villagers....

"Desmond-sama's treatment must have given her too much power..."

And so on. Listening to her nightly cry of Monica makes her parents feel relieved, to think that she was held and impregnated by her dear lord. Truly a world where sexual desire does not exist!

Monica's slender fingers, indoctrinated with desire, sink into the hole that he has trained in search of pleasure. The red rutting petals are spread open, and the girl's willow fingers make lewd wet sounds as liquid squirts out.

"Ahh, ah ah ah ah ah ah ~~~~!!!!"

The maiden's charming voice echoes through the rural village.

Regardless of her parents and the village people's feelings, it is a serious matter for Monica. That's because, after all, this is still not enough for her.

"Ahhhh, ahhhhh....Des-sama....Des-sama's cock is so good.....so big.....it reaches deep inside me, splitting my body apart. please pour your seed inside me..."

She stirred the pot and kneaded her nipples.

Without the existence of Eros in this world, there is no dildo, which is the apex of human pervert culture. Even Monica thinks it is absurd to insert a foreign object other than Desmond's manhood into her vagina.

And even though she was not satisfied and was comforting herself in this way, making a charming cry that echoed through the village without seeking help, was because she was also conserving herself.

Because, in this womb, she carries the child of her beloved. If anything should happen to her, she would not be able to face him.

Therefore, she comforted herself night after night like pouring water onto a hot stone. She was unable to sleep without it. And the sounds are gradually getting louder and louder.

"Ahhhh, ahhh, hahhhhh!"

Her toes gripped the sheets. Her twinkling eyes closed tightly, and she felt her vagina tightening around her fingers, feeling the pleasure that rushing through her.

"Fuu... huh..."

The strength drained from her limbs. She pulled her fingers out, through the folds that are still tightening. She then ran her tongue over the tangled honey that sticks to it.  If the evil lord who turned her into a bitch could see how much she craves him, he would want to push her down again and stamp the everlasting pleasure on the fifteen-year-old girl's body even more.

From her pretty lips emerged two fingers. In place of love juice, her glistening saliva smeared on ii.

"Time to sleep...."

Monica whispered with flushed cheeks and moist, auburn eyes. A reddish tinge appears on her tanned body that still faintly heaving.

"I'm soaking....I need to change..."

Spring has already passed and summer is about to start. Even so, her sweaty body still feels cold at night. Normally this is where she'd call it a day and sleep just like that, but now she is carrying his precious child. She can't afford to be careless

"Ng...." she took off her shirt, exposing her naked body.

The moonlight seeping in through the wooden window casts a faint blue light on the gorgeous girl's body. She used to hunt in the fields and mountains prior to becoming pregnant, and when she got exhausted, she would just strip naked and plunge herself into a spring.

Every nook and cranny of her skin was burning under her clothes.

She looks like a tanned fairy straight out of a fantasy. But no, she is not a dark elf or even an elf.

She shuffles to the window with the supple steps of a wild animal.

The moon is shining brightly. Tonight has to be a full moon. A dazzling moon that outshines even the brightest stars. On nights like this, magical beasts may make quite a ruckus. That might explain why she was arching more than normal. After all...

"Nn~yo." Monica let out.

*twitch*

From her head, there were a pair of triangular ears the same color as her flaxen hair, and flaxen dog tail from her hips. --on that night, she was raped by her lord in order to stop her forceful rutting, and his thick magic semen was poured into her womb -- As a consequence, the magic was converted onto her body.

"Beast Transformation". And because of her and her master's temperament, her form was based on a dog.

"Monica is always so energetic and sniffs things just like a dog, right?"

Monica was trained by him.

He not only developed and degraded Monica into a bitch, but he practically remodeled her. Furthermore, she was overjoyed to form an everlasting bond with him, while her master recognized that he had committed a heinous act.

"Don't tell anyone"

So he made her a promise to keep her heart tied to him.

--Such cruelty.

No doubt the lord was the evilest mage of all.

--I suppose he might do this someday, no, he will, master is a sinful man after all (according to an anonymous masochist maid who wishes to be fucked silly like that herself)

Monica shyly approached the window and peered out at the night sky, exposing her unaltered body with dog ears and a tail.

She was afraid to open the window. Since being tampered in the hands of the evil lord, the girl has developed a strong feeling against being seen by any man other than him.

--The sprouting of eroticism.

If the nefarious lord knew this, he would surely smile wickedly. 

Looking up at the night sky through the window, she froze.

"Hah, hah, ahhh..."

Her voice trailed off and her breath hitched.

"Uh, ahhhhh...." she uttered in spasms,

Monica's eyes widened to the limit, and the perfect circle was reflected in her eyes.

the full moon in the night sky.

The light of the stars was suppressed, scattered like fragments of glass. The black void, the black abyss. Like an aperture in the night, the perfect, round moon hanging in the sky. Magic bond, magic glamour, magic feast.

Since ancient times, the moon has been often associated with magic.

Magic, Madnesslunatic .

It shone brightly in Monica's eyes. 

"Ha, ha, ha... uaaah!'"

The moon reflected in Monica's eyes, her pink tongue sticking out, her small chest heaving. Her limbs stiffened, and the madness began to penetrate her rational mind. She couldn't care less about the drool dripping from her tongue. Her heart beats fast and her blood surges. Pulsating with excitement, her body appears as though it is already running out of control.

Her limbs,

her entire body, 

filled with power, 

crackling with energy.

With this, lions and bears are no more than an eyesore. Even a tyrant grizzly would only need a single blow to handle it. She will reap all that stands in her way.

what way--?

"Ah, ah, ah, Des, Des, Des-sama..."

The name of her beloved male flooded out from her mouth. What am I doing in a place like this? Why do I have to be lonely and comfort myself alone? I want to give my body, my mind, my heart, everything to him, to have him dominate me.

There is prosperity ahead. (To Philotimo)

Go beyond. (Plus ultra)

"I-I have to..."

--To Des-sama's side.

The girl's limbs began to tremble as if from a fever.

Baaaaang!!!

The window was blown apart and she soar her naked body into the sky. The moonlight shone down on her with a bluish-white glow. She was like a rabbit leaping to the moon.

--No, she is not a rabbit.

Her flesh throbbed with each pulse. A thick coat of fur covered her body.

"What was that?"

As expected of a village of the strong warrior. At the sound of the breaking window, they immediately woke up and seemed to prepare for combat. But they didn't even have the time to act surprised.

--I have to get to him right now...

She kicked the earth with her four limbs.

--She rushes forward.

Becoming a furiously blowing wind, she ran through the village under the bright moonlight at full speed without looking back.

Her destination, of course, her beloved.

On all four with her lovesickness, the beast maiden ran along the unpaved road with her young body.

The Lord, who is currently indulging in the body of his mistress, has no way of knowing this.

-- Ah, he let out a groan and flinched slightly.

But facing a non-life-threatening event, the convenient "chicken sense" does not do its job properly, he has no idea what is about to happen as Monica gives her all to get to him.

In the form of a beast --