Chapter 29: Solidarity of iron

Abigail bit her lip so hard it turned white and looked down at her crotch.

There's my red-hot son. The one who had utterly defeated her twice.

But soon, as if she had made up her mind, she stood up with her hands on my shoulders and straddled my stiff butcher lance by herself.

"Pfft... pfft... pfft... --"

Her breath was shaking, and she seemed to be extremely nervous.

I guess that's true. She was so afraid of being penetrated in a face-to-face position.

She is standing defenselessly with her legs wide open, holding the sharp end of the weapon against her most sensitive part, the one that once skewered her so many times.

"......nnnnn! Nn～～～～～!! Nn～～～～～!! "

Abigail squeezed her eyes shut and began to buck her hips.

Her face turned upward, and sweat dripped down her neatly upward-facing neck.

It was the first time I felt a woman's lower mouth engulf me on her own, regardless of my intentions. It was slippery, plump and coarse, and it felt so good.

And it was Abigail. The scene of a beautiful woman, whom every man is in love with, inserting herself into me was as satisfying as her deep throating.

I didn't think there was a woman out there who would be willing to take the butcher's dick.

"--!! ...... gu, ugh ...... ugh -- ugh! ...... fu~~~!!"

She bit me on the shoulder again. But this time it was unintentional.

She has a habit of love biting.

When she's nearing her limit, she chews on something to keep herself awake. That's why her tongue pokes its head out when she's in ecstasy. It's cute.

At close range, her face was flushed, her focus was fuzzy, and she was sniffling. She looks like she's about to lose it while she's biting me.

I use my hands to support her hips to keep her from pushing too deep.

As I do this, Abigail stoutly takes the butcher lance deep into her vagina herself.

She bites my shoulder with her mouth.

--I, move, help, Gevaudan--

So that's it. She thinks my body is somehow damaged and I can't move it properly. Maybe she thinks that's why I was moving so slowly on her earlier.

It's true that I was tasting Abigail's vagina much more slowly and deliberately than I usually do.

In fact, it was because I realized that I could enjoy your delicious vagina more by teasing it slowly and greedily than by stroking it hard.

Abigail put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me hard.

Seriously......she's going to ride me. What should I do?

I feel that it would be a bad idea to show the Butcher at the mercy of the prisoners.

It's not only bad for my position, but it could also make Abigail look like a dangerous person. I mean, a woman who can ride the Butcher is a dangerous thing. It's just common sense.

It was Abigail's sex appeal that pushed my reasoning to the limit.

Her breasts, which were slightly drooping and pulled down by gravity in her slightly bent posture, still retained their beautiful shape. Her soft skin is slightly tinged with vermillion. The slightly deformed navel. The curve of her waist exudes an irresistible pull. My penis disappeared in the center of it. The long blonde hair hangs over the flowing ridges of her body. A beautiful face that breathes heavily. The eyes are beginning to be clouded by pleasure and joy.

I want to see how this fan-shaped female body dances on me.

I hesitated, then lay down on my back.

I decided to play out how I was going to torture her from below.

I grabbed her waist with one hand, kneaded her breasts from underneath with the other, and wrapped my black tongue around her neck.

Abigail began to move on top of me, not caring that she was being held by the neck.

My body was thicker than a barrel, so she was able to get into a half-standing position with her hands on my stomach.

I also pushed her tits up from below and played with her nipples to boost her ecstasy, and Abigail's movements became more and more bold.

" -- ha, ha, ha, haa, han, nnn, nnn! Ahh, Ahh!"

There was so much resilience in her movements.

Abigail was shaking her hair and panting.

My tongue was wrapped around her neck, making her look like my own personal sex slave pet. It was a different kind of eroticism than impregnating a woman as an offering.

"Aaah! Aaah! Aaah! Aaah! Ohhhh, ...... un ......! Ahhhh!!, ahhh!!!, ahhh!!!, ahhh!!!, ahhh!!!, ahhh!!!, ahhh!!!

Perhaps finding a good point for hers, she eventually began to repeat the same movements and the same gasps.

Gradually, the movements became faster. Her hips are like a different creature.

As I watched, Abigail bit her lip hard, squeezed her eyes shut, wriggled her whole body like a whip, and went rigid.

"--guh ...... ha ...... ha ...... ha ...... ha ----"

The weak Abigail collapses on top of me, letting out a small cry.

I almost forgot to ejaculate and watched such artistic movements.

Eventually, her face buried in my chest as she sucked repeatedly, cooing and slurping, her seductive peristaltic movements luring me to cum as I remembered. You could say that she made me cum.

"!? Oh, oh, ah!? Haaahhhh...... ooo......!"

Abigail arched her back, formed a fist, and had another orgasm. A single bead of sweat dripped from her side onto her breasts, which floated up and down, then trickled down her sides and off her nipples.

She kept her posture rigid throughout the long ejaculation, but as soon as I loosened the constriction on her neck, she collapsed on top of me as if she was out of breath.

It was amazing.

That was my honest opinion.

"Haa...... haa...... haa...... an, relo...... haa...... pitcha......."

-- do, more? --

Abigail, who was panting for breath with her eyes closed on top of me while we were still connected, asked me this as she licked my nipples and tightened her vagina.

An attempt to show me affection.

A change of heart to straddle the position of a woman who hated it so much.

Such a change of heart, tempting the Butcher.

I wondered what had happened to her.

This woman is.......

This woman is really trying to win me over.

She's going to give up her body, which every man longs for, to this ugly monster, and she's going to do everything she can to get her hands on this beast that is me.

A woman tries to ensnare the hideous Butcher.

She has found a sliver of hope in the creepiest monster in the world and has thrown away her pride and everything else. That's all I can think of.

Even though she's been humiliated by me twice and her dignity has been thoroughly trampled, she still refuses to give up and is trying to grab the future by giving everything she has to the Butcher of Slaughter.

Her heart is strong beyond imagination.

A glimpse into the strength and toughness of such a woman filled my heart with reassurance.

A determined woman is tough, even if it's just for the sake of being tough. And if a woman like her, a woman with such tenacity, is willing to risk her own fate to help me...

Abigail can really help me.

She could be my partner in overcoming this terrible situation.

Such a small hope sprouted in me.

I gently squeak her neck with my tongue and try asking her for it.

-- again --

-- okay --

Abigail raised herself up on top of me sluggishly and now began to rub her lustrous feminine bumps against my ugly flesh.

She slowly squirmed and wriggled her sperm-filled vagina.

"--Oh, hah, ahm ...... hum ...... *picha* ...... *picha*......"

Abigail rubs her soft skin against my creepy belly as she carefully licks up my breasts with her coarse tongue.

Her slightly floating and drooping tits slid over my chest through sweat and fluid. Her erect nipples are tickling my belly and chest.

There is no disgust on Abigail's face as she continues to do this.

Her eyebrows are furrowed, but her gaze is lustful, and I can clearly hear the excitement of rutting in the "mmm...... mmm......" that escapes her mouth. That was the best proof that she was really trying to have sex with me.

I felt something deep in my chest.

I didn't know what this feeling was.

-- I, also, want, escape, prison --

In the middle of a leisurely conversation with Abigail, I carelessly blurted out my true feelings.

I saw her eyes shine strongly for a moment.

Abigail's movements and breathing accelerated.

Abigail's movements and breathing accelerated, "Haa, haa, hum, chu, relo, chu, chu--"

-- leave, together, follow, leave, together --

Abigail responded passionately with the rhythm of her kisses on my body.

She showed me that she was serious.

So I am going to be serious about her too.

Abigail will try to use me for whatever she can. She's a spy.

But that's okay.

She had to.

That's what will motivate her.

But no matter how hard she tries, in the end, my power will overwhelm everything.

The aliens, Abigail, they don't understand.

They don't understand the true power of the Butcher in me.

How much difference do you think it makes between a Formula 1 car driven by a crazy person and a Formula 1 car driven by an experienced driver?

They only knew F1 performance that driven by idiots.

That misunderstanding is my trump card.

The moment you give me my freedom, the destruction begins.

Abigail is the key to unlocking my bonds.

Not satisfied with just using our membranes, Abigail and I continued to talk to each other all over our bodies.

We talked about where we were being held, how we spent our time, and even what we ate. The conversation quickly drifted into chit-chat, although we really should have been discussing how to escape.

Whatever it was, it was the first time I've talked so much since I became a Butcher.

She kept satisfying me with her lasciviousness like that of a prostitute.

She writhed in my arms. In between, she sends me language in every way she can. In between, using her signature love bite. The pecking kisses. With a tongue flick when she sucks. The twitching of her vagina. Sometimes she even applied the rhythm of her moans.

I responded. I crushed her breasts and pressed her buttocks. I toyed with her nipples, thrusting up and down again and again. I made her jerk as I penetrated her, and gently strangled her neck with my tongue in what appeared to be a restraint.

The result was intense sex that was sought after and desired.

It was a soul-scorching affair.

In the midst of my burning lust, I passionately poured myself into Abigail. Each time, she responded by clinging to me with her sweat-soaked body, bending over as hard as she could.

It only took half a day for my inexhaustible supply of butcher's lust to subside.

Abigail was betrayed and forgotten.

and me, trapped in the monster's madness, not even recognizing my own existence.

Perhaps it was because we felt as if we could acknowledge each other's similarities, or perhaps it was because my mental satisfaction outweighed my physical hunger.

She must be thinking of herself.

Secretly, she probably thinks I'm a horrible creature that she wants to turn away from. There is no sympathy, friendship, or love there.

Don't be fooled. She's a spy, even a rotten one. She's a pawn of the people who framed me.

But we can trust each other on one thing: we want to get out.

Until that goal is achieved, in my own selfish way, Abigail and I can comfort each other, connected by the iron solidarity like a coupling of a train.

I was convinced of this from the courage she showed me today.

--stand out, bad, be, secret--

That was the last thing I said to Abigail, and I let her go.

She was overwhelmed with pleasure as usual and was taken away in a limp and unrestrained state, but I could see a hint of relief on her face.

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