Butcher Demon

Chapter 52: Beauty and the Beast

Chapter 52: Beauty and the Beast

“It seems as if we’ve just made it out of there together, doesn’t it?”

Abigail said.

At night, after she had finished eating the smoked aged meat I had made for her, she sat in front of the fire drinking tea and gazing up at the night sky. I was forced to join her outside.

“I thought I’d never see the sky again. It feels so much better here than when I was living in the city. This is what it’s like to live with nature.”

People who live in the Fort basically never leave the Fort. Maybe that’s why this primitive life is so dazzling in her eyes.

I can hear the cry of the hawksbill, *Kyokyokyokyok…….*

In the back of the room, there was a creepy voice. It’s the voice of a magic beast.

This is an undefined boundary between human territory and alien territory. Therefore, there are not only wild beasts such as wild dogs and bears but also those alien wild animals called <magic beasts>. It’s dangerous to go out at night.

Magic beasts are not alien pawns in a war. Aliens are also attacked by magic beasts as well. Unlike bears, the magic beasts will attack you if they see you. They are also tough and strong. This is why human cities bordering on the alien territory are surrounded by walls.

I think they should just evacuate to the interior, but it seems to be very difficult for them to leave the place they are used to living. If there is even the slightest possibility, we try to cling to our hometown. Is this human nature?

The people at the center are offering support in the form of firearms to encourage the hopes of the people who are trying to defend the colony, but in their minds, they just want to use the colonies outside the fort as a buffer zone. They do not intend to seriously defend the colonies. They are only thinking of training the indigenous militia to fight against them. In fact, I’ve never heard of a support unit being sent out from Stronghold for the colonies.

That’s why the three Ripley machines the other day surprised me. I guess Earthspint’s inner circle is feeding into that alien city. I can only assume that there is an insider on the alien side. Otherwise, that encounter would have been impossible.

Anyway, the inner city is not always such a good place.

Heavy taxes and frugality. Life is poorer in the interior.

The Fort is relatively well off thanks to the support of the local people, but in return, the aliens could kill you at any moment. It doesn’t matter where you go. So, it’s no wonder they want to establish a colony in their familiar hometown and be free until the end.

Abigail caught my attention and I looked up at the night sky. It was a night with a full moon floating in the sky.

This was the last night we would spend at the base. We decided on an escape plan.

I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to remember because I’m not very bright, but apparently my brain is in good shape since I started talking to her intimately. I think I’ll be okay.

Now all I had to do was go back to the alien city and do what Abigail had planned.

“By the way, about earlier this afternoon…”

As I was wrapping up the smoked ham that I had made for food during the trip, she called out to me.

“A bear came out of the woods, Gevaudan could have easily killed it, but why you didn’t?”

I thought about it for a while and then started to carve crunchy letters into the ground.

?We have enough food. We have plenty of food, and I’m not hungry, and if I’m attacked, I won’t lose. That bear was just hungry before hibernation. I can catch a fish with one hand. Even if I gave it to him, it wouldn’t hurt or itch. So I gave him the fish. And that was it.?

Abigail was staring at the words I had written.

The Butcher will kill anyone if it’s told to.

But the only time he feels the uncontrollable urge to attack is when his libido is at its limit, when he’s being attacked, or when he’s desperately hungry. I’m a total beast. I’m a bit unique in that I also have vengeful urges.

But a beast, when it is satisfied, is docile.

It’s the same with bears. They just have wild urges, and as long as you give them what they want, they won’t dare risk their lives to attack you. Even if the other party is obviously weaker than they are, they won’t touch them without a second thought.

They don’t have the bottomless desires that humans have. Humans are the most ferocious creatures on earth. We develop because we are violent, and we always suffer because we are violent. It’s very sinister.

That’s why I became the beast.

–If you do anything wrong, Gevaudan will come for you.

“Hey, Gevaudan. We’re destined to be together. We’re partners.”

Suddenly, Abigail said something like that to me.

“Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you. When I am in danger, you will protect me. I can help you and you can help me. That’s how we support each other.”

I moved my hands, crunching.

?We are Beauty and the Beast.?

The Beast uses Beauty to break his curse, and Beauty breaks his curse to gain the Beast’s fortune and power.

“Haha I guess so!”

I don’t know what she meant by that, but Abigail giggled uncontrollably and sipped her tea again.

“But I wonder if I can break your spell…” her little murmur escaped through while sipping the cup.

In the end, I’m sure someone will kill me. If that doesn’t happen, the world will be destroyed. There is no other way to end it.

But until then, I will continue to rampage …….

I’m the beast of Gevaudan.

Abigail went back to the cave first.

I finished my preparations for the journey, tidied up the fire, and so on, and when I came back inside, she was lying down in a bed of dead leaves.

“We’re moving tomorrow, aren’t we ……?”

Yes, but I’ll carry her, so she’ll be fine. You can sleep on the trip during the Butcher Express. It’s a first-class trip.

I sat down and she came out of the dead bed with a rustling noise.

She was naked.

The moonlight spilled from the ceiling and fell on her shoulders.

I wondered if she was really human.

There she is, a dreamy beauty that could be called a messenger of the moon.

Her beauty is reflecting my impurity as if it were a mirror.

It’s not just the moon and a turtle, it’s the moon and a butcher.

When I look at Abigail, I become self-loathing.

It’s not that I’m not proud of it, but when I was a human, I used to have a decent appearance.

What about now?

This feeling is not anger or resentment.

I want to pull down that high beauty, to submerge it in the same filth that I am, and defile it. I want to humiliate all the women in this world by degrading them to the bottom of the pile of creatures that I am. It’s not sexual desire, but a different kind of twisted emotion that comes to me.

Such jealousy itself seems to prove that I am nothing more than a lecherous and wicked beast.

I am…….

“Do you want to just look at me naked……?”

Before I knew it, Abigail was standing in front of me. Her beautifully split navel was right in front of my nose. It smelled slightly sweet and good.

“It’s yours.”

She rubbed my head and pushed her stomach against my face.

Unable to resist, I buried my face in her soft belly.

The lustrous warmth and smell hit me hard in the brain.

I reached out with my tongue and teased her crotch.

“Mmm! Ah……ah…ah……?”

Ever since I felt the potential of my tongue when I rubbed the girl’s vagina with it, I’ve been making steady efforts to improve my technique, and as a result, my tongue has finally become applicable to this kind of sexual technique. I felt like I was on my way to becoming a sexual beast.

I run the tip of my tongue along the crack, pushing the slit open and licking up the entrance.

“Mmm……nhhh……?”

The long, thick tongue presses down on the entire secret cleft, crushing and stimulating the entire vulva.

It’s not possible to do something as detailed as tickling just the clitoris or something like that yet, but it seemed to work well enough to induce ecstasy in the woman already.

“Ahn …… hi, hmm ? …… haha …… ah …… hmm ……?”

Abigail hold my head in her hands and was enduring the pleasure.

When I looked up at her, I saw her face with her eyes tightly closed and a thin smile on her face. It was a tantalizingly seductive expression.

As I continued to cunnilingus her, enjoying her reaction, I saw her expression distort I could see that she had put her weight on my head and made her body stiffen.

“……g……nnnnn–!”

The soft elasticity of the tits on my head felt good, and I could feel the quiver of her orgasm deep in the fat.

I could feel the hot, sweet nectar of a woman dripping onto my tongue.

“!?Ahn …..already ?”

I was starting to enjoy myself, and as I tried to continue cunnilingus, she puffed her cheeks and pushed my tongue away. She shifts my apron and pulls out my member.

I lay on my back as Abigail pushed me. She quickly straddles me.

She would have to be in a half-standing position if she wants to swallow the butcher lance upwards.

Abigail places one hand on the tip of my cock at the tip of the triangle formed by her legs, and while in this position, she accustoms herself to playing with it. Her eyes are burning with lust.

“Haa…… haa…… haa…… haa…….”

Her cheeks dyed red, she opened her mouth a little and gasped subconsciously. Despite the familiarity of her moves, she seemed to be nervous in her own way.

When I licked her lips with my tongue, she took the thick tongue into her mouth and started to lower her hips.

“Mmm……?????!!”

Abigail bent her head back and swallowed my red-black burning rod. My eyes were glued to the hot vaginal flesh as it slithered down my penis from above.

I was really impressed with how well it went in. Skewering is the best way to describe it.

“Hmpf…… haha…… ah……”

After the first phase was complete, Abigail stopped moving. A black tongue slithered out of her mouth.

I reached out with both hands to knead her seductive breasts from underneath, which were bouncing with her rough breathing.

Abigail twisted her slender fingers around my hand and squeezed them together.

I had the feeling that I had just opened a door deep inside her.

Her brow furrowed, her breathing accelerated, and her hips bucked downward.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha…..aah, aah, aah, aah.”

My heart squealed with delight at the unknown experience of a soft woman’s crotch pressing against the base of my penis, without my consent.

” Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm–“

Abigail brushed her long blonde hair away.

A sculpted naked body emerged from below.

Her wet eyes shine soothingly in the darkness. looking down at me.

“Gevaudan Phew …… ah …… ? look ………… ? at me. I can accept you …… easily …… already …… ?.”

The sweet words seeped into my brain along with the inexplicable pleasure.

–I am the only one who understands you.

–I’m the only one who can help you.

–Look at me.

–Trust me.

Abigail is a witch.

That must’ve been her spell.

The witch began to dance on me. It was a mesmerizing dance.

Every time she arched her back and cum, I unleashed my semen in the lustful peristalsis of her flesh.

My sex became a lustful offering, not of how to feed my animal desires, but of how to quench the thirst in her womb.

Abigail smiled in ecstasy each time she was struck in the depths of her womb with white-hot liquid and used my black tongue as a sex organ to give her a frenzied service.

“Puhaa … ah ? haa … amu … ahh ? haa ?”

The witch’s dance never stops, with fluids flowing from her upper and lower mouths.

“Aahhhh …… no ?? ah …… han …… ah …… han …… ah! ……nnn!”

Every time she bounced on me, beads of sweat and blonde hair flew in the air.

“…… hah, hah, hah ?…… together …… together …… together. you’re close? Hah ? Come on …… ah…… not ….. yet ?”

Abigail sensed my tension and accelerated her hips.

It was a stroke that precisely tapped into my weakness, and it was an exquisite pleasure that teased me from the base of my scrotum, along the underside my shaft , and all the way to my glans.

Even if one uses the tongue and throat, one cannot feel it even in the rectum. Only a woman’s tightly packed vagina can do this, and it is a form of caress that women have evolved for the sole purpose of sucking up male semen.

The mouth of the cervix scratches the underside of the penis over and over again, and each time it does, a numbness runs from the penis to the tips. Abigail’s continual sensuality made my head involuntarily lift off the floor where I was lying.

Abigail immediately pushes my shoulders and keeps me down in the cowgirl position.

“Are you feeling …… good? ……Ahhh…… feels so good ? Me too……? ah? ah? ah? ah? ah? ? “

I lick the sweat from her cleavage, knead it, wrap it around and squeeze it.

“!!–no!! … Ah ? Ah ? Ah ? Ah ? That! No … ”

Abigail accelerates her moaning and repeats the same motion on me.

As she does this, I press the tongue against her nipple and rub it.

my hands knead the flesh of her ass, creating a lewd motion.

We had finally found the ultimate rhythmic motion that would give us both the greatest ecstasy.

Abigail is now a puppet, panting and writhing with blurry eyes.

“Ahhh ? Ahhhhh ? Ahhhhh ? Ahhhhh ? … ?”

Her body began to shake and she collapsed on top of me.

Still, the movement of her hips did not stop.

“ha?, ha?, ha?, come on?, come on?, come on?, hurry? … naaa!?”

As she wished, I put my arms around Abigail’s waist and tightened them around her back.

“Aaahhhhhh! ??”

We became one at the same time and finished together in her screams of pleasure.

“Ha– ha– ha– ha– ha– ha! Ha–ha–ha–ha.”

I could see Abigail’s breathing pause each time the jelly-like liquid ran down her urethra in a stream. She repeated such beastly coital act until the last drop.

“Ha– ha– ha– ha– …… ha– ha… Ahhhhhhh!?”

I began to pump my hips again, keeping her restrained.

Abigail clutched at my chest, tears and drool streaming down her face as she continued to cry beautifully in the cave.

I repeatedly fed the beastly semen into the depths of her womb in the comfortable sorcery she gave me. Each time I did this, I felt Abigail’s spell imprinted on my brain, but it was surprisingly peaceful.

Our short, strange, messy life together came to an end.