Chapter 87

Once permission was granted, the shield around the half-destroyed Vermilion ship thinned back into existence, and Erabelle crossed through the connecting passage where her craft had docked. Dezeb silently watched her eyes widen at the sight of him.

“Are you all right?”

Things writhed between ruptured masses of flesh. His spilled entrails and bundles of serpentine tentacles were tangled together, filling the entire interior of the ship. Drenched in thick, black tar, he looked unmistakably like a massive monster rather than anything human.

“I don’t look particularly well, do I?”

He tilted his half-collapsed face.

“...Will you help me?”

“What should I do?”

“Sex. Can you let me hold you right now?”

Erabelle cautiously studied him. Barely half of his human form seemed to remain.

“Is that... possible?”

Dezeb gave an incredulous laugh before answering with a sigh.

“Don’t worry. My cock is perfectly fine. Come here.”

No sooner had he spoken than Erabelle approached him.

He wrapped the one arm that still barely retained its shape around her. Aside from her caution, she showed no sign of becoming nauseated. Dezeb lightly kissed her lips, then extended his forked tongue and dragged it across her teeth.

“...Suck it.”

As he spoke, he pushed his thick tongue into her small mouth. Breathing softly, Erabelle obediently worked her mouth around it. Enjoying the sensation of her little tongue gently sucking his forked one, Dezeb regarded her with faint pity.

He knew she had a strong stomach, but there was no way she could find this situation pleasant.

This was why he had told her not to come....

Feeling sorry for her, he swallowed the fluid that activated his body’s functions.

“Mm...!”

Erabelle flinched. Tilting his head, he drew her teasing little tongue into his mouth with a wet suck.

He lacked enough warmth, so he undid her top buttons and squeezed her soft breast. Erabelle panted with her round breast exposed. Thick tar gathered at the tip of her nipple before dripping onto her stomach.

He stroked the wet nipple with a tentacle, then opened one of its suckers and drew sharply on it. Heat quickly rose through her, and she shuddered. She seemed to like it.

Dezeb continued playing with her nipple using the tip of his tentacle as he sank into thought. He wanted to bring this unpleasant ordeal to an end for her as quickly as possible.

“...Erabelle.”

“Y-yes?”

Erabelle panted softly.

“Spread your legs and climb onto my face. No, you need to take off all your clothes.”

Perhaps she was frightened; her movements were slightly slow.

“Hurry.”

At his urging, she hastily undressed, leaving only her socks on, then climbed over his face and spread her legs. Dezeb bit into the soft flesh of her inner thigh, gripped her small hips firmly in both hands, and pressed her down against his mouth.

Erabelle collapsed forward over his head with a sob. When she startled and tried to flee, he held her in place and sucked noisily at the slick fluid between her legs. Her pinned body trembled.

“Rub yourself against me.”

He tapped the tip of his tongue against her clitoris, which had obligingly swollen hard.

“Like when I thrust into you. Move your hips and grind yourself against my mouth.”

“Ah...!”

Though trembling violently, Erabelle obeyed again, rubbing her clitoris against his tongue. He loosened his hold enough to let her move freely and sucked hard on the little bud. His wet tongue enveloped the small, raised nub of flesh and drew powerfully on it.

“Please—”

Erabelle struggled before her entire body suddenly went rigid and her eyes flew wide.

“......!!”

A sudden gush spilled from her.

Trembling, Erabelle tried to crawl forward. But the thick arm wrapped around her held her down. She could not move an inch, doing nothing more than struggling helplessly in place. He sucked hard again, then kissed the small, soaked folds with only his lips.

“...I told you to rub yourself against me.”

“Ah!!”

With desperate effort, Erabelle moved her hips and rubbed her sensitized clitoris along his extended tongue. Her skin flushed scarlet, and her lower back quivered incessantly.

Dezeb gently patted her back while repeatedly sucking hard on the little bud twitching against him.

The hot warmth. The slick fluid that sent dizziness crawling up the back of his neck....

His penis stood so hard it nearly touched his lower abdomen, dripping precum as though licking its lips.

The tiny movements against his flattened tongue made his gaze turn hazy with pleasure.

He mimicked thrusting in time with Erabelle’s movements.

He wanted to penetrate her just like this, but....

“.......”

Another gush spilled from Erabelle as she choked on her breath. He loosened the arm encircling her and gave her a little freedom when she could no longer even make a sound, only tremble uncontrollably.

Her small body collapsed onto the slimy tentacles, and she lay there panting. Half-buried in the filthy coils tangled above his head like entrails, she twitched her hips and shook.

Dezeb raised himself, bracing his weight on one hand. With the fingertips of the other, he regretfully stroked the drenched opening that had spread soft and pliant. Even that slight stimulation sent Erabelle’s oversensitive body into near-convulsions.

He tenderly brushed the sweat-dampened hair from her face.

“You did well.”

The effect was faint, but it was enough to quiet the noise.

Erabelle looked up at him as he patted her and struggled to focus her eyes.

“I should recover well enough in a little while. Then we can clean up and go back.”

“...What?”

She stared at him blankly.

“I said I’m more or less fine now, so we should go back. Why are you looking at me like that?”

Erabelle’s eyes widened at his words. Tears quickly welled in her shocked eyes and began falling in heavy drops. Startled, Dezeb cupped her cheek.

“Erabelle, are you crying?”

“If you give me a s-sedative, I’ll try to endure—”

His eyes narrowed.

“Do you want to have sex with me right now?”

He had asked on the faintest possibility, but Erabelle looked as though she could not understand why he would even need to ask. She even appeared aggrieved, as though he had no right to ask such a question after leaving her in this state.

Judging by how completely she had lost control of her expression, she seemed sincere.

“You want me to fuck you?”

Surely not.

“Erabelle, are you crying because you want me to fuck you?”

“Y-you clearly said earlier that you needed sex....”

She answered as though making an excuse, then began crying again.

“That’s true, but....”

When he trailed off, she covered her face with both arms and sniffled.

“Why do you keep crying?”

Gripping her thigh, he pulled her covered body toward him and laid her flat on her back. He stroked his fingertips over her twitching sex, parted it with his thumb, and gave it a light kiss.

“You truly want to?”

He laughed as though sighing. A tentacle that had lain limp and lifeless began crawling up her delicate body. Kneeling, Dezeb spread Erabelle’s thighs and flexed his uninserted penis, thrusting into the empty air.

His penis, veins rigid and drooling with its desire to pierce straight through her, rubbed against her swollen clitoris. Erabelle seemed anxious too; her soft flesh trembled.

“...If you want me inside you that badly, put it in yourself.”

Dezeb remained doubtful.

A small black serpent slowly coiled around the hand reaching toward his penis. Leaving trails of tar-like slime, the tentacle’s blunt head pushed between her slender fingers. Quick to understand, Erabelle subtly drew her hand away.

Before the thought Of course could fully cross his mind, Erabelle sniffled and began feeling around among the various appendages.

“...What are you doing?”

After groping blindly, she caught hold of one of the thinner ones. The one he had placed in her hand must have been too thick. When he silently looked down at her, Erabelle began crying as she reached for the larger one again.

“Are you afraid because it’s too big?”

“I-I can do it....”

Perhaps afraid he would take it away, Erabelle answered urgently. Dezeb considered her for a moment, then placed the somewhat thinner appendage she had chosen back into her hand.

“It’s fine. Use that one.”

Before he even finished speaking, she hurriedly shoved it into her cunt.

Dezeb swallowed a low groan.

“You truly are skilled at digging your own grave.”

Far from finding it disgusting, Erabelle was struggling to force it deeper inside herself.

“What are you going to do with yourself?”

Her hot, yielding walls clung to his scales. Precum began leaking freely from the head of his cock as well.

Grinding out a low curse, he spread her sex wide. Holding the closed flesh open with his thumbs, he watched through heated eyes as Erabelle awkwardly pushed the tentacle farther inside.

She panted as she tried to work the limp, uncooperative appendage deeper. Dezeb watched her earnest face, tears beading around her eyes, then forced his penis into the same opening already penetrated by the thin tentacle.

“D-Dezeb!”

Startled, Erabelle shuddered violently.

“T-two at once is far too difficult for a b-beginner—!”

“...It’s time we made some progress. How can you still be a beginner after all these years?”

Ah, it feels like my cock is going to melt.

A low growl scraped from Dezeb’s throat.

“G-give me just a little more ti—ahh!!”

“Ah... Erabelle.”

You’re far too tight.