Chapter 122

Having just admitted that it disgusted her, Erabelle shifted a little farther along the Molt and offered him the place closest to the fire.

"Did you get caught in the rain?"

She rummaged through a compression pack propped against the Molt and took out a kettle and some instant coffee.

"I'll make you a cup right away."

Dezeb glanced aside. Coffee wasn't all she was taking out. She was unpacking a meal, too.

"Type B combat rations taste better."

"You have an appetite inside a monster's skin?"

"It's past dinnertime..."

He stared at her. That was the best excuse she could come up with?

Leave her here for ten days instead of an hour and she'd probably manage just fine.

Erabelle insisted on making coffee and heating dinner, then suddenly paused again. When he looked at her, she was watching him cautiously.

"Um, Dezeb. If this makes you uncomfortable, would you rather eat outside?"

"...Why?"

She was worried that he might be uncomfortable, not herself.

"Well... I hadn't thought it through. I'll get everything ready outside—"

"Because this is the Molt I shed?"

He grinned.

"So you did know."

Still smiling, Dezeb caught her arm and pulled her toward him.

"Ah..."

Erabelle squeezed her eyes shut and hunched her shoulders. He bit her lip, and his tongue thrust deep into her mouth.

"Mm..."

His firm arms caught her as she fell against him. Her head spun. The fluid he'd drawn from her mouth slid down the back of her throat. He pulled her dizzy head back, exposing her neck, and pushed into her throat farther than anything should have gone.

Erabelle struggled without meaning to.

He caught her flailing hands and held them fast. At the same time, he pressed her down and tore her clothes away. Something cracked and broke.

"Ah!"

She instinctively twisted to see what it was, but only rubbed against his solid body and something wet and squirming beneath her.

"Mm, mmm—"

Her body was slick with warm, sticky black tar flowing over the mass of living tentacles beneath her.

"Ahh...!"

His knee pushed between her bare thighs.

He pressed his body against her soaked skin and brought his pelvis flush to hers. Then came an impatient thrust.

Her body tingled and opened for him all the same.

He sucked at her cheek and ear as he drove his hips upward. Bracing his weight on his elbows, he held her small head between both hands, probing and sucking every part of her ear.

She kicked, trying to turn even a little, but his pelvis pinned her down while the thrusting below continued.

"Ahhh—"

All Erabelle could do was cry and gasp for breath.

He drove into her struggling body with fierce, repeated thrusts. Wet sounds rose in quick succession. Then he pressed tightly against her, holding her trembling body down until the spasms faded and she sagged beneath him.

Drawing a thin breath, Erabelle stared up at him in a daze as he straightened his arms and lifted his upper body. Dezeb gazed down at her, his penis still held inside her.

"Dezeb..."

When she murmured his name, he covered her mouth with his, as though he didn't want to hear it. Erabelle reached up and wrapped both arms tightly around his neck. She held him as though to reassure him that it was all right.

He paused, then let out a low groan. He kissed her again and again, groaning between kisses, before his hips began to move. His testicles pressed against her perineum, and the penis buried inside her rubbed against her sensitive flesh.

"Mm..."

Erabelle moaned against his lips. He kissed them several more times. She tried as hard as she could to keep up with him, to return his kisses the way he had kissed her.

"Ah..."

Dezeb licked the inside of her mouth while spreading her buttocks with both hands. His gaze had gone hazy.

Erabelle tried. But there was a limit to how long she could hold on.

"Ahhh—"

She couldn't take any more. Twisting, she reached for something to grip. The tentacle she'd been holding slipped through her hand. She seized it again as though it were a lifeline and struggled to pull herself up, though she kept being dragged back. Again and again....

When the penis driving against her inner walls sent her into another trembling spasm, another groan escaped Dezeb. The tentacle that had kept slipping from her hand began to climb her body.

"Ah...!"

Erabelle shuddered again. Something sucked at her breast. It gripped the soft flesh hard enough to crush it, opened its mouth around her nipple, and sucked. Her eyes flew wide as she curled forward. Other tentacles closed around her clitoris.

She shook, a moan like a scream tearing from her throat.

Dezeb thrust upward and ejaculated deep inside her. Then, as though granting her a reprieve, he loosened his hold a little. Erabelle immediately rolled onto her stomach and crawled away on all fours.

"......"

Dezeb watched her crawl.

His cock slid free, and fluid spilled after it. White foam from his semen clung between Erabelle's thighs and dripped down as she kept crawling toward somewhere.

He watched without moving. She was making for the thickest mass of tentacles, struggling toward it as though she meant to burrow inside.

He groaned again, almost pained.

"Why? Are you trying to hide in there?"

She looked so beautiful, so sweet, so pitiful. Dezeb caught her slender legs and dragged her back. He spread her buttocks, pressed his lips to her, and thrust his tongue deep inside her vagina.

"Ah, ahhh!"

Erabelle writhed as he sucked at her. She rubbed her body against the mass of cocks. The sight was so pitiful that he slipped a hand beneath her and gently stroked her small, swollen clitoris. He sucked hard at her opening until her breath caught in her throat, then caught her slender ankles and turned her over.

Her flushed vulva glistened with sticky arousal and twitched.

He licked his lips and penetrated her deeply again. Her anus, too. Two penises pushed and worked inside her as though they belonged there. He gripped and spread her small buttocks, lifting her as he drove deeper, then caught her waist and pulled her back when she tried to escape, thrusting upward.

Erabelle, her eyes unfocused, clutched wildly at his hands.

But her wet folds drew softly against his dark red, vein-marked shafts. As though urging him to keep going....

Her body arched back and trembled.

Her temperature climbed, and the spasms kept coming. Fluid that was neither arousal nor urine streamed from her. He pulled her shuddering body against him, thrust upward, then pressed in tightly and ejaculated again in surges.

"Ah—ah..."

Slowly grinding his hips, he looked down at Erabelle. She was gripping his hand, saliva slipping past her clenched teeth. He supported his weight on one arm while his other hand held her small buttock, rolling his hips against her.

"Ahhh—"

Erabelle shuddered again. The tendons stood out in the hand gripping her.

Raindrops were falling over them.

Perhaps the cold drops brought her back to herself. Erabelle managed to lift her gaze to him. He quietly tilted his head and kissed her. Another raindrop fell onto her cheek.

Erabelle's eyes widened.

Whether it was because the tentacles had surrounded them like a monster's hatchery, darkening her view on every side, or because of the raindrops gathering at the corners of his eyes before falling, she couldn't tell.

Everything was a wreck.

Tentacles had spilled everywhere, destroying the Molt and the tent Erabelle had so carefully pitched.

In place of the Molt, Dezeb had made a hatchery, a cave of tentacles radiating heat.

Erabelle had fallen asleep inside it for a little while, buried among sticky tar and snake scales.

It wasn't long. Dezeb lay beside her on his side, his head propped on one hand, and stroked her soft cheek as she blinked awake.

"......"

He thought she might faint the moment she fully came to.

What he hadn't expected was for her to blink drowsily and nuzzle her head into the hand stroking her. His long fingers curled, and veins rose along the back of his hand.

Instead of closing his hand around her, he slowly cupped the back of her round head and wrapped his other arm around her small body.

"...If you wake up tomorrow morning and don't scream, I'll grant you one wish."

Erabelle had already fallen asleep again. She said nothing. Dezeb buried his nose against her slender nape and gently closed his eyes.

Erabelle shifted in her sleep and found herself facing a writhing mass of tentacles.

More precisely, a mass of eyes....

Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of white eyes covered the tentacles, which were sheathed in black snake scales and dripping sticky tar. Erabelle met their gazes, then did something she had wanted to try for a while.

She reached out and gently closed the eyes, one by one.

Please stop staring. It's uncomfortable....

"......"

Then she flinched and turned her head.

Her eyes met Dezeb's, and she instinctively held her breath.

She couldn't reach out and close his eyes as she had the others. Of course, all those eyes were his too... but she didn't have the courage to do the same thing to him.