POV Damian
The door opened to reveal an expansive, well-lit room.
The stench hit me first. Not just bad — overwhelming. The reek of rotting flesh mixed with excrement, sour and wet, like a garbage pile was fucking an older, more disgusting garbage pile.
Pyora looked… unaffected.
How?
This place smelled like Satan's asshole after taco night, and she was just standing there, taking it in.
…I'm into that.
I need more help than the gods can offer, I thought, dragging in another burning breath.
This was it. A boss room. It looked just like the ones from Kai's memories. Big, quiet, oppressive. An unease clung to the air, thick enough to choke on. Bones scattered the floor, some gnawed, some shattered, all bleached pale under the artificial glow.
Almost like the place was designed for me to recognize. Like a game.
I wandered deeper into the room, studying the bones, running my foot across them just to hear the brittle crunch. When I reached the center, the heavy doors slammed shut with a sound that echoed like a coffin lid closing.
Boss encounter confirmed.
A wet crunch echoed from the far corner. Not the bones this time — something alive.
Another crunch, followed by a scream. High-pitched, raw. I knew that sound. The cry of the dominated right before I snuffed out their lives.
A kindred spirit.
The shadow in the corner stirred, rising. Then it stepped into the light.
Ten feet of muscle and fury. The head of a bull, the torso of a man, the legs of a horse. Hooves cracked against the stone, and every step rippled its mass like a living anatomy chart. Its stench hit even through the rot — sweat, iron, and raw musk.
Magnificent.
Ideal breeding stock. If we could take it alive.
"Pyora," I said, already turning away from it, crouching over a pile of bones. "This one would be useful. Heavy burns are fine, but make sure it can still provide seed. Other than that — have fun."
The creature roared, deep and primal, rattling the walls. I didn't flinch. My attention was still on the bones. One skull bore scorch marks. Another had been gnawed to splinters.
Behind me, violet fire flared. Pyora had launched a fireball the size of a carriage. It struck the bull straight on.
The stink of singed fur and burning flesh layered over the already rancid air. The beast didn't dodge — it didn't even try. Now half its chest was blackened, muscle sloughing under the violet flame.
Strong, but stupid. Noted. High durability. Zero flame resistance.
It bellowed again and charged. In two steps — no, in one — it was on her. The ground shook under its weight.
Its fist came down like a warhammer.
Pyora met it with violet fire, her body erupting into flame as the blow connected. Flesh hissed. The beast roared louder, clutching its scorched hand, but still managed to slam her into the wall with enough force to crack stone.
Impressive speed. Good strength output. Questionable judgment.
"Good stress test," I muttered, brushing dust off a bone shard. "Let's see how much she can take before I need a new one."
The beast dropped to a knee, still clutching its hand, muscles rippling with strain. Pyora was already on her feet, chest heaving, flames crackling in her throat.
Another fireball bloomed in her palms, light bathing the room in violet glow.
She hurled it straight at the monster's face.
The bull staggered back from Pyora's fireball, smoke trailing from its charred hide. She pressed forward, her breaths ragged, flames hissing from her throat in bursts.
And then I heard it.
Her sounds.
Not just combat sounds. Breathy, desperate, full-bodied. Every gasp, every grunt — it was too close to something else.
My pulse spiked.
The way her chest heaved. The way her hips snapped with each strike. Even the bull's punches — thrusts, ramming forward, driving deep.
Fuck.
The fire inside me surged higher than I could smother. The sex-obsessed preteen clawed his way up my skull, laughing, howling, gnawing at my restraint. Everything looked like sex. Everything was sex.
I couldn't push it down. Not this time.
The Frenzy took me.
I roared, body snapping forward before thought caught up. I wasn't Pyora's ally. I wasn't the bull's enemy. I was a third thing entirely — a horny, feral interloper. A beast whose only instinct was to dominate the female and slaughter the male.
I hit the bull like a meteor, my fists pounding against its burned hide. It swung back, hooves cracking my ribs, but I didn't care. Pain only lit me higher. Every break, every bruise — foreplay.
I laughed as blood sprayed from my lips, grabbed its horn, and drove my knee into its snout until bone cracked. It answered with a hammer fist that caved my shoulder, but I used the momentum to tackle it to the ground.
Wild. Reckless. I took hits just to give bigger ones. Every nerve screamed ecstasy. Every impact was an orgasm in my bones.
Pyora's flames flared around me, the violet glow painting me like some hell-born god, but I barely noticed. My fists kept falling. Again. Again. Again.
Until the bull stopped moving.
Its chest caved in under my knuckles, ribs shattered, skull cracked like an eggshell. I sat over it, drenched in blood — mine, his, who the fuck knew — chest heaving, laughter bubbling up raw and broken.
There was no trace of the scientist. No calculating mind. Just a beast. A monster grinning through gore.
And in Pyora's eyes… fear.
But also something else.
Strength.
Strong enough to dominate. Strong enough to breed. Strong enough to produce a child worth giving herself for.
She stepped forward slowly, trembling, feathers still singed. And before I could even move to claim her, she presented herself — bowing, lowering, offering. Submission.
My grin faltered. Just for a moment. No conquest? No fight? Just surrender?
Disappointing.
But then her scent hit me. Even through the rot and shit stink of the chamber, her scent cut through — sharp, sweet, intoxicating.
And disappointment melted into hunger.
I seized her by the waist, and the frenzy howled louder. My body moved on instinct, hips slamming, teeth bared.
The chamber filled with wet, obscene sloshing. Pyora's cries of pleasure rang out, bouncing off the stone walls, mixing with the reek of death and fire.
The boss was dead. The trial complete.
And I was still inside her when the flames dimmed and the room went silent.