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THE CYCLE IS BROKEN!
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Hallelujah!
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[Jason]
Lying on the ground, I feel Valthora's weight on top of me, her furry, muscular legs firmly pinning me down. My eyes scan her body, noticing details that had previously gone unnoticed. Her legs are not long and muscular like those of a large feline like lion's which I suspected because of her red mane-like hair. They are thicker and more robust.
"Similar to a bear's…"
Finally, the pieces connect in my mind.
Dragon tail, turtle shell, lion's head, and six limbs: four arms and two bear legs.
"You're a tarrasque!" I exclaim to Valthora, who stares at me curiously. "The one from the legend of St. Marth."
[Image]
Valthora stares at me, her eyes gleaming with a wild curiosity. She doesn't understand, or perhaps doesn't care, what I'm saying. Her breathing is heavy, almost animalistic, and her body emanates an intense heat. Without warning, she raises her hips, bringing the entrance of her wet pussy to the tip of my still-hard cock.
"Val, what do you think you are doing?" My voice comes out hoarse, mixing surprise and excitement. "It's too big for, you crazy bit-."
But she cuts me by rubbing the tip of my meat at her entrance. Her attention is laser focused on the head of my cock that kisses the entrance of her vagina.
"Hmmph." She snorts arrogantly, forcing my battering ram of a cock through her pussy.
Slowly and forcefully, guided by the Mamono, my dick begins to invade Valthora's tight pussy.
"You are huge!" I mutter through clenched teeth. "How can you be so tight?"
Each millimeter is a conquest, an advance that makes my body tremble with pleasure and anticipation for the pussy that squeezes me with such force and hunger. The sensation is intense, almost overwhelming.
"It doesn't hurt... but it grips me and pulls me in as if it were alive… as if it is devouring me."
She grimaces at my reaction, writhing in pleasure. Feeling my wounded ego, I reciprocate her with deep trust.
"Nyaaaaah!"
Pain runs through Valthora's body, making her tremble, but she doesn't seem to care. Instead, her eyes gleam with a fierce determination.
"Val, calm down." I say, trying to control the situation. "You're going to get yourself hurt."
She stares at me, her eyes burning with a mixture of desire and irritation. Without warning, her two upper hands grab my waist tightly, pinning me to the ground, while the other two hold my member in position, squeezing it with a firmness that makes me shudder.
"Val." I try to get her attention in vain. "What are you going to-. DO!" I shout at the end with the mamono's brutal ass pound.
POW!
"Fuuuuck." I mutter in pain.
My pelvis burns in pain from the impact. But luckily, the feeling of pain is dampened by the pleasure from the warm velvet prison that envelops my cock.
Valthora, on the other hand, was trembling slightly, coming on top of me, her mouth wide open in the biggest smile I had ever seen in my entire life.
After a few seconds of trembling and squirting on top of me, Valthora turns her eyes to me.
"Jason…" She purrs affectionately in my direction.
Her eyes were now a mixture of the savagery she showed during our fight and the neediness when she was sucking my dick.
Trapped by her pussy, I stretch my hand towards Valthora's face. She lowers her head in response, allowing me to caress her like a needy kitten seeking her owner's touch. My fingers glide gently over her cheek, feeling the rough texture of her skin, but also the underlying softness. Her eyes, once fierce, now gleam with a mixture of affection and submission.
"Jasoooon…" She purrs again, her body still trembling slightly with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her breathing is heavy, but there is a peace in her gaze that wasn't there before.
I bring my second hand to Valthora's face, gently pulling her in for a kiss. Her eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn't resist as our lips meet.
I invade her mouth with my tongue, exploring, provoking. Valthora freezes, her muscles tense, but soon reacts. Her tongue, rough like a cat's, begins to rub against mine, fighting, vying for territory.
The kiss becomes a battle, a dance of dominance and submission. My tongue explores every corner of her mouth, tasting the wild and sweet flavor of Valthora. She responds with fervor, her rough tongue moving with an animalistic precision. I feel her teeth graze my lips, a veiled threat, but also a promise of pleasure.
The intensity of the kiss increases, and I feel my body respond, my cock pulsing inside her. Valthora moans against my mouth, a guttural and primal sound that vibrates through me. Her hands tighten on my waist, her retracted claws digging slightly into my skin, marking me as hers.
Suddenly, Valthora gains the upper hand. Her tongue invades my mouth with a ferocity that catches me by surprise. She explores, conquers, claims. I feel dominated, subjugated, and a wave of excitement runs through my body. My cock pulses even harder, and Valthora moans again, her hips beginning to move in a slow and sensual rhythm.
SLAAP! SLAAP!
Our tongues continue to battle, but now it is Valthora who is in control. She kisses me with a wild passion, her rough tongue teasing me, exciting me. I feel my body respond, my cock pulsing inside her, and I know I am lost. Lost in Valthora's wildness, lost in the pleasure she offers me.
"Prrrrr…" She purrs possessively inside my mouth.
SLAAP! SLAAP!
The movements of her waist going up and down are slow and long.
SLAAAP! SLAAAP!
She seems to be savoring the taste of my cock with her vagina.
SLAAAP! SLAAAP!
"Jason." She purrs, pulling me into a tight hug with her four arms.
I feel my face being pulled towards the spiky top of Valthora's turtle armor. The proximity allows me to see the intricate details of the plates, each spike sharp and threatening. But, before my face collides with the armor, something unexpected happens.
The top of Valthora's bra suddenly comes loose, falling to the ground with a dull thud by itself.
PAF!
The impact is so strong that it forms a small crater in the ground, raising a cloud of dust around us. The sound echoes through the environment, a clear reminder of Valthora's power and strength.
"Are you the Rock Lee of monster girls?" I ask, stunned.
In response, Valthora just giggles mischievously and, with a four-armed hug, sinks me into her large, soft breasts.
My senses are invaded by Valthora's scent, an intoxicating mixture of sweet nectar and wild tang that envelops me, calms me. The sensation of her soft breasts against my face is comforting, a safe haven in the midst of chaos. I breathe deeply, letting the aroma fill my lungs and my being. My body relaxes, the tension of the last few days slowly dissolving.
I return the hug, my arms wrapping around Valthora's waist, pulling her closer. I feel the firmness of her muscles beneath her soft skin, the contained strength she possesses. It's a strange sensation, being so vulnerable and at the same time so safe in the arms of someone so powerful. My body molds to hers, seeking more contact, more warmth.
In the midst of the closeness, I barely feel a movement that begins subtly, almost imperceptibly. Valthora's hips begin to move in a smooth but firm rhythm.
SLAP! SLAP!
Each movement is short, quick, but charged with a force that makes me shudder. I feel my cock slide inside her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The movements intensify, gaining speed and force. Holding me tightly, Valthora rides me with a fierce determination, her hips colliding against mine with a force that leaves me breathless.
Each impact is a shock of pleasure, an explosion of sensations that consume me. My fingers dig into her waist, holding her firmly as she drives me to madness.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The rhythm becomes frantic, wild. Valthora mounts me with an animalistic ferocity, her moans echoing through the environment. I feel my body respond, my cock pulsing inside her, ready to explode. The tension builds, each movement bringing us closer to climax.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"Ja-Jason." She moans breathlessly at the apex of pleasure.
I respond with actions instead of words, thrusting into her forcefully as I cum, shooting my seed as deep as possible.
"Nyaaaaaaaa." Moans the tarrasque mamono in my lap.
I feel Valthora's body tremble violently on top of me, her muscles contracting with the force of her orgasm. A hot and intense jet of vaginal fluid is expelled, covering my chest and abdomen with its sweet and sticky liquid.
"Nyaa." She moans again, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.
But then, something unexpected happens. In the midst of the intense gush, a single drop of cum escapes from her pussy, slowly dripping down my still-inside cock. It's as if her body, driven by a primitive and selfish instinct, is reluctant to let any part of my semen escape.
The sight is surreal, the drop of cum glistening in the dim light, a tangible proof of Valthora's insatiable desire. It's as if she were a starving animal, finally savoring a meal after a long period of deprivation. Her body contracts again, squeezing my cock with an almost painful force, as if determined not to let anything else escape.
Her eyes, previously closed in ecstasy, slowly open, meeting mine with something I hadn't seen in them before.
Clarity.
"Jason…" Valthora whispers emotionally, reaching out her hand to touch my face. "Am I not dreaming? Is it really you?"
Tears of relief flow abundantly from Valthora's eyes, wetting my chest. Her body trembles slightly, no longer from pleasure, but from emotion. She sobs, a soft and vulnerable sound that contrasts with the ferocity she has shown until now.
"Jason... I thought... I thought you had died." Her voice is a trembling whisper, laden with pain and relief. "I went so long without seeing you, then you were chained up and then there was the explosion... I thought I would never see you again."
Her eyes, now clear and full of tears, stare at me with an intensity that touches me deeply. I feel a pang in my chest, a mixture of guilt and affection. I bring my hand to her face, wiping away the tears with my thumb. Her face leans into the touch, seeking more contact, more comfort.
"I'm here, Val." My voice comes out soft, but firm. "I'm okay."
She sobs again, her eyes closing for a moment as she savors the touch. When she opens them again, there is a deep gratitude in them.
"I... I don't know what I would do if... if you weren't..." Her voice falters, and she takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "I love you, Jason. I've always loved you."
Her words catch me by surprise, but they also fill me with an unexpected calm. There is a raw sincerity in her confession, a vulnerability I've never seen before. It's as if, after all the chaos and the fighting, we are finally truly meeting.
"I love you too, Val." I reply, feeling the truth of the words as I say them.
She smiles, a small and trembling smile, but genuine. Her eyes gleam with tears of happiness.
Which unfortunately doesn't last long.
Valthora touches my face, her fingers gliding gently over my skin. I feel the warmth of her hand, the firmness of her touch. But then, something changes. Her fingers stop suddenly, and she looks at her own hand, confused.
"What is it?" I ask, noticing the change in her expression.
She doesn't answer immediately, her eyes fixed on her hand. I see what has perplexed her: her own hand.
Her nails, once short and well-groomed, are now long and sharp, an intense black. Red fur covers her body, a fine and soft layer that shines in the dim light.
"My hand... it's different." Her voice is a whisper, laden with surprise and confusion. "I... I don't understand."
I take her hand in mine, interlacing our fingers. I feel the texture of the fur under my fingers, the firmness of her sharp nails. It's a strange sensation, but also familiar, as if it were a natural part of her.
"Val, look at me." I say, trying to draw her attention back.
She raises her eyes, meeting mine. There is a mixture of fear and curiosity in her gaze, a vulnerability that touches me deeply.
"I... I don't know what's happening, Jason." Her voice trembles slightly. "I'm... different."
I squeeze Valthora's hand firmly, drawing her attention to me. Her eyes, once full of confusion and fear, now meet mine with a mixture of hope and vulnerability. I take a deep breath, letting confidence overflow in my voice.
"Val, no matter what has happened." I say, my voice firm and steady. "You will never leave my side again. I will always be with you, no matter what."
Her eyes gleam with unshed tears, a mixture of relief and gratitude. I feel the tension in her body lessen, her muscles relaxing under my touch. She squeezes my hand back, a silent promise that she is with me, just as I am with her.
"Jason..." Her voice is a trembling whisper, laden with emotion.
She sobs lightly, pulling me into a loving hug, whimpering and sobbing on my shoulder.
I try to ignore the system windows and focus at the moment, but my attention focuses on them.
[Level Up]
[ACHIEVEMENT]
- Tarrasque
Attribute Bonus = +3 VITALITY +1 STRENGTH
Boundless Vigor= 20% attribute bonus in Vitality
Everlasting = During sex your stamina is inexhaustible.
[ACHIEVEMENT]
[MILESTONE: The first to lay a new species]
Rewards:
- 5 New Random Spells.
- New Mechanic Unlocked: Harem Master Citadel.
- 20 FP points.
[MILESTONE: The first to lay a new species]
[Valthora]
Alone, covered by a blanket, I reflect on the situation I find myself in.
Thanks to Jason…. 'mana', I regained consciousness in a whirlwind of emotions so crazy that I didn't even notice Jason's 'member' inside me.
Part of me was sad that I don't remember my first time, but another, larger and stronger part was happy that it was with Jason of all people.
"And he was so big…" I murmur, feeling warm inside me.
Jason's penis distracts me for a second, but I regain my concentration when I mention my body, drawing my mood in cold water.
"I've been corrupted." I whisper melancholically. "I've been turned into a monster."
Amidst my lamentations, a timid female voice calls out to me:
"Valthora?" The voice echoes, interrupting my thoughts. "That's your name, right?"
I raise my head towards the voice. Zyss, the small mamono with red hair and big beasty ears, approaches with two steaming metal mugs.
"I thought you might want something hot to drink." she says, extending one of the mugs.
I take the mug, the warmth heating my hands. The smell of the tea is comforting, but not enough to calm the turmoil within me.
"Thank you, Zyss." I reply, my voice barely more than a whisper.
She sits down beside me, as the silence between us weighs heavy.
I feel her eyes on me, waiting for me to speak, but the words don't come. I am lost, trying to understand what happened, what I have become.
"Are you okay, Valthora?" Zyss asks curiously.
"I am." I reply, trying to sound more confident than I really feel. "At least I think I am."
Zyss stares at me, her green eyes shining with a mixture of concern and curiosity.
"Are you sure?" She questions, receiving a nod from me as an answer. "Then why tell Jason to stay away."
I sigh, tired. The weight of my emotions crushes me, but I try to maintain my composure.
"I don't want him to see me like this, Zyss." I confess, my voice trembling slightly. "I don't want to corrupt him, and I don't want him to see the monster I've turned into."
Zyss's eyes widen at my response.
"Not that I have anything against mamonos!" I exclaim worriedly. "In my hometown there was even a nice goblin merchant, despite being a bit of a crook, you know." I say, trying to sound friendly.
In response, the redhead gives a good-natured giggle.
"No problem, I know you didn't mean to offend me." Zyss says between sips of hot tea. "And by the way, the crooked goblin you mentioned is my older sister Tyss."
"I-I'm sorry, Zyss." I stammer, my face burning with shame. "I didn't mean to offend you or your family. I swear I thought you looked similar to Tyss, but I didn't want to seem racist by assuming you were related just because you're both mamonos."
Zyss laughs, a light and melodious sound that fills the air.
"Don't worry, Valthora." She says, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I changed species and got these ears a little while ago, while my sisters have horns."
I sigh, relieved by her understanding.
"I understand…" I reply, calming down. "And I have nothing against monsters who live in civilization like you or Clarabella, but in my heroine training I was instructed about mamono mana and how it corrupts human beings."
Zyss nods in agreement, drinking her tea as I continue to speak.
"I-I don't want to hurt Jason." I confess, my voice trembling. "I don't want him to become something he's not because of me. I don't want him to feel obligated to stay with me just because I... because I..."
I can't finish the sentence. Guilt consumes me. I feel like I betrayed Jason, that I forced something on him that he didn't want. The memory of our bodies united, the warmth, the pleasure... all of it is now stained with guilt.
"Valthora, you didn't do anything wrong." Zyss says, her voice soft but firm. "Jason is strong. He knows what he wants and what he doesn't want. And he loves you. He wouldn't feel obligated to stay with you if he didn't want to."
I shake my head, tears threatening to fall.
"But what if I corrupt him? What if I turn him into something he doesn't want to be?" I repeat, my voice almost a whisper.
Zyss sighs, putting her mug aside and moving closer to me.
"You need to get two things into your head, Valthora." The little mamono said, pointing two fingers at my face. "The first is that Jason is immune to corruption by mamono mana."
I blink my eyes in surprise at the revelation.
"How can you be sure of that?" I question incredulously.
"Jason was used by a horde of Orcs for days and still wasn't corrupted."
My jaw drops, shocked by Zyss's answer, but before I can question her further about Jason being abused by a horde of Orcs, she continues to speak:
"Second, Jason likes mamonos."
I stare at Zyss, mouth agape.
'What she said... it can't be true.' I think in silence. 'Jason, immune to corruption? And on top of that he... he likes mamonos?'
I stare in disbelief at the little red-haired mamono. But Zyss seems so sure, so convinced.
"Come with me, Valthora." She says, getting up and extending her hand. "I'll show you."
I hesitate for a moment, but curiosity and the need to know the truth propelled me to follow her. I take her hand, and she guides me through the camp.
As we approach the bonfire, the sounds become clearer. Wet bodies colliding, soft moans, and panting breaths. My heart races, and I feel a heat rising in my face. Zyss stops, turning to me with a mischievous smile.
"Listen." She whispers, pointing towards the bonfire.
My eyes follow her finger, and I see three figures by the fire. One of them is clearly Jason, his muscular body gleaming in the firelight. The others... are mamonos.
They are together, their bodies intertwined in an intimate embrace. The sound of their wet bodies colliding fills the air, along with soft moans and panting breaths. My heart pounds in my chest, a mixture of shock and excitement washing over me.
"See?" Zyss whispers, a smile playing on her lips. "Jason likes mamonos. And he's not corrupted."
I watch, unable to look away. The scene is mesmerizing, full of passion and desire. Jason and Clarabella move together, their bodies in perfect sync. It's clear that he's not being forced, that he wants this as much as she does.
After swallowing hard, a question escapes my mouth:
"Can I join?"
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[STATUS]
Name: Jason
Class: Hero Lvl 29
HP: 455/455
MP: 220/220
Status:
STRENGTH: 62 (73)
VITALITY: 65 (91)
AGILITY: 54 (63)
INTELLIGENCE: 44
WISDOM: 40
CHARISMA: 52
LUCK: 41
FP: 41
XP: 0%
[STATUS]
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E ai gurizada…
[#]Big news, short version:
Starting in November, I'll be posting a total of 5 chapters per month, each from a different story, instead of 8 chapters total, with 2 chapters for each of 4 stories.
[#]Big news, long version:
First, I want to thank my subscribers. You're helping my family, but also you're giving me hope that I can one day make a life from my writing.
The support I've received on Ko-fi has been a huge help for me and my family, but it hasn't been enough for me to dedicate myself fully to writing. I'll definitely keep writing and working on growing my audience, but I also took on a job to help cover some bills.
Right now, I already have enough material prepared to keep my usual release until October. After that, I'll likely need to slow down a little, though I won't be stopping. Writing is the only 'productive' thing I do that truly brings me joy and pride.
One idea I'm considering is shifting to 5 chapters per month instead of 8. I'll be posting a total of 5 chapters per month, each from a different story, instead of 8 chapters total, with 2 chapters for each of 4 stories.
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