In the code, the clues were everywhere. I knew it. The demons didn't kill men by accident. They wanted the human race to go extinct. Every village that hid a male was burned, every child gutted to make sure no lineage would survive. The women, they were kept. Not to perpetuate the species. Just to sate the monsters' instincts. Not one of them got pregnant. Never. The demons knew how to drain a cunt without ever impregnating it, as if their bodies had been created for that alone: to profane without transmitting.
My stomach tightened. I lowered my eyes to the MILFs sprawled on either side of me. Their damp bellies still throbbed from having received my seed, but this time, I knew it would take. I knew their bloodline had a chance to be reborn. And me… I was now the target.
A bitter laugh escaped me, strangled in my throat.
— That's why this world is dying… and why I, one of the last men, am condemned.
The silence lasted barely a second. Then came the sounds. Slow. Heavy. Footsteps crushing the blood-soaked earth, resounding like war drums. A crack of wood, a guttural breath.
The two women straightened at once, still trembling, their heavy breasts colliding against my arms. The widow, her cheeks streaked with dried tears, clung to me in an animal reflex, like a child seeking shelter. Her swollen chest crushed my ribcage, her thick thighs already trying to coil around my waist as if to anchor me to her.
— "No… not again…" she gasped, her eyes wide on the advancing shadows.
The warrior, she trembled despite her pride. Her calloused hands gripped my shoulders, her naked breasts slick with sweat and dust pressed against my cheek. I felt her hard nipples scratching my skin with every shiver of her breathing.
— "D… demons…" she whispered, her voice broken. "They found us…"
Four silhouettes emerged from the ruins, massive, gleaming with rain and dried blood. Their yellow eyes pierced the darkness like malignant embers. Rusted axes dangled in their hands. They walked slowly, confidently, already certain of the prey they had found.
And me, my body still smeared with cum and mud, I understood the respite was over.
I didn't wait for them to fall on me. Even before their shadows could crush my silhouette, I let myself drop to my knees in the mud, head lowered, hands raised and trembling. The icy mud splashed my bare chest, splattering against the seal that still throbbed like an open wound. I opened my mouth wide, letting a strand of drool run down my chin, and I made my voice quiver with all the despair I could feign.
— "Don't kill me!" I screamed, hoarse, pitiful. "I'm nothing… I'm just a coward… mercy!"
My sobs echoed in the heavy air. I even made myself shake, racked with exaggerated spasms. I knew every detail mattered. Drooling, crying, panting like a dog. I had to be convincing.
The four demons stopped a few steps away, surprised for an instant, then burst out laughing. A guttural laugh, stinking of iron and filth.
— "That's not a man…" growled the first, his yellow fangs bared in a vile grin.
— "Just a worm!" sneered another, brandishing his rusty axe as if to finish me with one blow.
Their laughter overlapped, deep, rumbling, almost inhuman. The ground vibrated beneath their amusement like under evil thunder.
One of them stepped forward and smashed my jaw with a backhanded kick. My body reeled, my teeth clacked against my tongue, the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. I didn't move. I just whimpered, wiped my lips with a trembling hand, smearing my own blood across my cheeks like a mask of misery.
— "Look at him… whimpering like a female."
— "Not even worth killing."
Another struck me in the ribs. I rolled in the mud, my stomach crushed, my lungs emptied in a strangled groan. The pain was real, too real, but I clung to the idea. Let it happen. Don't fight back. Play the part.
Behind me, I heard the women. Their sobs mingled with the demons' laughter. The widow sobbed, clutching her belly still swollen with my seed as if to shield the heritage now growing inside. The warrior, lips bitten bloody, vibrated with rage, but I saw her legs trembling, her gaze skittering away from the demons' rusty steel. They wanted to throw themselves at them, but they knew. One move, and they'd be slaughtered.
I lifted my eyes just enough to catch their faces, twisted by fear. That gave me the strength to go on with my act. I let a pitiful whimper spill from my throat, spitting blood and saliva into the mud.
In the game, this was it. Start out crawling, take the blows, until you find the opening…
Another boot slammed down on my neck, grinding my face into the wet earth. The ground reeked of dried blood and cum. My mouth filled with mud, my teeth scraping stone. I deliberately suffocated, coughing, drooling even more, until I was nothing but a beaten animal.
The demons kept laughing, convinced I was easy prey. I dug my fingers into the dirt. My heart raced too fast. The seal on my chest throbbed like a forge about to ignite.
I knew the moment was close.
The seal still pulsed against my chest, burning with the energy I had taken from the two women. Their bodies, their bellies filled with my seed, had nourished this mark far more surely than any fight. And that strength, it burned inside me, compressed, ready to erupt.
So I waited. Not for the blows. Not for the pain. But for the instant. Their laughter, their insults, their spit already rained down on me like a shower of contempt. I didn't move, let my body whine, my mouth drool, my eyes cry. I let them believe. Let their shoulders sag, their axes slip a little, their vigilance fade behind the certainty I was nothing.
And when the calloused hand of the closest reached down to seize my neck like picking up a dog, only then did I move.
My palm shot up from the mud, my fingers clamped on his knotted wrist. The contact was immediate, brutal. The seal flared, radiating into my arm, and the demon barely had time to utter a syllable before he exploded.
A sharp crack, then his body burst like an overfilled sack. Flesh tore into bloody shreds, his bones flew apart in splinters, his guts spilled over the ground with a wet, sucking noise. A rain of blood blinded me for a second, hot, thick, metallic.
The women screamed behind me, their cries drowned out by the explosion of entrails splattering across their bare bellies and running down between their thighs.
I had no time to savor it. I thrust out my hand, my fingers stabbing into the thick throat of the second. One pulse. Just one. The seal spewed its heat like a storm. His head burst clean off, like a watermelon struck with a sledgehammer. The skull blew apart in fragments, and what remained—brains, eyes, tongue and jaw—sprayed out in a crimson rain.
The rest of his body staggered two steps, decapitated by my hand alone, before collapsing like a log. Blood still gushed from the gaping neck, a red fountain splashing the mud and soaking my knees. The stench of hot iron filled my throat, acrid, suffocating.
I rose slowly, drenched in blood, my breath ragged. The MILFs pressed against each other, petrified, dripping with viscera and dried cum, their heavy breasts glistening with red droplets. Their eyes didn't dare look away from me, torn between terror and revelation.
In front, the two remaining demons froze. Their axes trembled in their hands, their yellow pupils shrunken with shock. They had just seen their brothers blown apart in a second, reduced to carcass.
Silence fell heavy, broken only by the steady squelch of entrails sliding through the mud.
I clenched my teeth. The act was over.
Their yellow eyes still quivered in shock when I lunged at them. No more fake sobs, no more submission: I leapt, mud splashing around me, muscles taut with the fire of the seal. The first didn't even have time to lift his axe. My fingers grabbed his jaws, my nails scraped against his yellowed fangs. With a growl, I tore one out in a sharp wrench, a blackened ivory shard remaining clutched in my fist like an improvised dagger.
The demon roared, but his scream broke when I rammed the fang into his left eye. The sound was atrocious: a viscous spurt, a soft crunch, then a jet of pus and blood sprayed across my face. He howled, claws raking the air around me, but I held on, my arm buried up to the hilt in his shattered socket. His head lurched back, he tried to tear off my hand, but I pushed deeper, until I felt his skull crack from within.
The second rushed me, screaming, his makeshift mace raised overhead. I twisted, slid through the mud and thrust out my hand. The seal seared at once, my incandescent fingers drove into the gaping scar along his flank. Flesh melted around my palm, his blood sizzled like oil in a pan. The demon screamed so loud the ruins shook.
Then, in one convulsion, I unleashed the energy.
His torso blew apart from the inside. Ribs flew like shrapnel, his skin split into smoldering rags, and his guts were hurled several meters away. The stench of charred entrails choked the air. Bits of lung and heart splattered the MILFs, streaking their naked bellies, sliding down between their open thighs. They shrieked, drenched in blood and meat, but stayed frozen, hypnotized by the carnage.
The first demon, the one whose eye I had destroyed, still staggered, his hands groping, his foaming mouth pouring out guttural gasps. I wrenched my bloody hand free of his socket and, in the same motion, smashed his throat with my elbow. His trachea collapsed, his screams turned to gurgles, and his hulking body dropped to its knees before slumping face-first into the red mud, convulsing in its death throes.
Silence fell, brutal. No more demonic laughter. No more blows. Just my ragged breathing, the frantic hammering of the seal, and the sniffles of the two women clinging together, trembling, their faces smeared with alien blood.
I straightened slowly. Around me, the mud was no longer mud. It was a red swamp, a thick soup of blood, guts and earth. Every step sank with a wet squelch. The air reeked of burnt iron and scorched flesh.
I wiped the blood streaming from my face with the back of my arm, but it returned at once, sticky, clinging. I lifted my eyes. No enemies remained standing. Only gutted carcasses, smoking, already disintegrating in the fine rain.
The battlefield was mine.
The silence lasted only a second. Then they hurled themselves on me, like two damp shadows from the mud. Their bodies, still dripping with cum and blood, crashed against mine, their slippery hands clawing at my cheeks, my shoulders, my fouled chest.
— "Are you okay?!" sobbed the widow, her eyes drowned in tears, her heavy breasts still bouncing against my bloodied chest. "Tell me you're breathing… apostle… apostle of Lust!"
Her voice trembled between fear and veneration. The warrior, panting, her lips split by rage and desire, gripped my bloody arms as if to check they weren't torn to shreds.
— "You're not allowed to die!" she roared, wild-eyed. "Not you! Not now!"
They pressed themselves against me, one flattening her swollen chest against my heart, the other grinding her wounded hip against my thigh, their thick, gleaming thighs still leaking what I'd given them. And then their voices broke, revealing the truth.
— "After… after the act…" gasped the widow, her trembling lips so close to my ear I felt her hot spit on my skin, "we heard Her voice. The Goddess. She spoke to us… she marked us."
The warrior nodded violently, her sweat-matted hair whipping my cheek.— "She said our wombs were already blessed. That we would bear your child… and that no demon could see the life growing inside us."
Their bellies still pulsed, heavy, swollen, as if to confirm their words. Whitish trails spilled from their quivering thighs, mixing with the red mud. They carried within them the invisible seal of the Goddess, the very mechanic I knew so well.
In the game, it was the same… I thought, panting. To avoid forcing the player to protect every woman, the developers had set up a system. A blessing: every MILF impregnated would have her pregnancy hidden from the demons' eyes. A safeguard, a failsafe, a way to survive in this ruthless world. And… damn… even here, even in this reality… it works.
I exhaled, my gaze burning, and laid my bloody hands on their moist cheeks.— "It's nothing…" I said hoarsely. "It's you who must stay alive. Now, you carry humanity's hope inside you. The seeds that, tomorrow, will rise against the demons."
They wept, wracked with sobs, their breasts bouncing against me with each spasm. I went on, graver still:— "Head toward…"
I spoke the name of a place, but my voice was swallowed by a gust of wind laden with ashes. The moment broke.
The two women barely drew back, only to kneel before me. Their knees sank into the blood-soaked mud, their heads bowed, their lips parted in a silent prayer. Hot fluid still trickled from between their spread thighs, streaking their muscled legs, mingling with the red earth.
They worshipped me. Not as a lover. Not even as a man. But as a messiah.
I rose slowly, every muscle still drenched in sweat and blood, my chest burning under the incandescent seal. The mark throbbed like a second heart, a glowing forge beating in rhythm with my lungs.
I looked at them without a word, but my mind roared.
That's why this game was so hard… These demons, these bastards… they didn't care about glory or conquest. Their only goal was to wipe us out, to erase human seed from the surface of the world. And me, in the middle of this slaughter, I had absorbed only a fraction of what Lust could give me.
The spasms of the two women had fed my seal, but it was just a spark, a drop in an ocean of power. I would need far more than this. Far more bodies, far more swollen wombs, far more women reduced to praying that I fill them.
I ran a hand over my burning chest, feeling the mark pulse down into my loins. My gaze lingered on the demons' shattered corpses, their spilled entrails, their burst heads. As long as they're only low-ranked demons, I can get by. My fingers clenched, my teeth ground together. But if I run into a demon noble… or worse… then I'm screwed. I won't stand a chance.
I lowered my eyes to the women, still prostrate, their breasts swaying in the mud, their swollen bellies already throbbing with a new heat. Their adoration weighed on me like a chain as much as a caress.
I breathed deep, the metallic taste of blood still on my lips, and my inner voice fell like a blade.
It's too late to run. My only choice is to become the monster this world needs.