The Devil’s Origin

8. Orc

Well, we need to find the next demon.

Sensing was activated. You should be able to sense demons to level 13 by now.

LV8 Orc

All right, you can mate my demons around here. Yes, it is.

< < Hey, why are you avoiding orcs?

That's the oak, isn't it? You're the guy who says he's a demon resembling a pig and only has strong libido. I can't. I'll put up with the others, but I can't just oak.

< < Don't hate him so much. Even orcs are monsters that are hunted by humans and are on the verge of extinction > >

To persuade the system, I decided to activate the crying demon king's call to call the orcs.

The orc called in was about 160 cm in length, and he was the guy with a rough nose and a bloody eye. This is the one.

Anyway, it was when I started taking my clothes off to finish early. Orc just attacked this one because he couldn't wait.

"Ya, stop"

The height difference is only about 20 cm, but a pair of inequalities that are more than twice as large on the side.

He holds his head against the bed and pulls a thousand pieces of his lower abdominal costume.

Hey, it's the demon king. Oh, my God, even though it's your main one.

Sometimes you can't communicate with your will if you're a lower race.

I'm not listening to you, system!

Orc, whose nostrils suppressed me, took the anger out of his clothes, already in a state of battle.

I scream a small scream when I see a jelly first run running out of that thick pole from between my pressed arms.

The smell of an oak male is terrible. If they poke me like this, I'd be dead.

He forced himself to start flickering when he inserted a thick finger into his anus that was not yet ready.

"Igi............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Ugly spiky rage can be poked at.

A tickle of light flashes behind my eyes in so much pain.

The pain of genitals forcing their chisels, smudge-free rectum into it was a pain they had never experienced before.

"No, no, no, no, no... stop... stop!!!

I heard butyri and my sphincter cut off.

As the inside became slippery by blood, Oak began to insert its ugly, fat genitals into the back with a rough nose.

"It's too much"

My little body flirts every time I get poked in.

The underbelly of the oak hitting my back is hard. The smelling tongue that started licking my ears is hard.

Above all, the genitals of the orcs thrusting up to break my body were hard.

Oak's anger stopped pounding up enough to even be called wild sex dozens of times.

I felt puddles and semen pouring into my intestines at that moment, and I saw a glimmer of light as the screams were dying.

Now the mating is over. Free me from this terrible pain.

But when the oak poured into the back to the last drop, it began to make him insert even more intensely.

"Stop... but... there's plenty more... there's plenty more..."

I guess you're not hearing my voice or anything, Oak only thought about offending or he wouldn't stop inserting it.

How many times would they have hung semen inside?

This mating never ended when the broken sphincter stopped the blood and the anus loosened.

A body thrust up dozens, hundreds of times is losing its senses.

Even if his belly swells with the semen poured inside, the oak hits that body just when it's not enough yet.

Activate the voice of the beast in an attempt to communicate the will and read the thoughts of the orc.

(offense, offense, offense, offense, offense)

I fear too much violent thinking. I feel terrified that my love for the Demon King and the prosperity of my race will only destroy me if I don't put them in my teeth.

"Ah... sprinkle..."

Tears flow from the eyes stained with despair.

"Takeshi............"

I already wanted you to stop. It was the limit already. My heart was about to break any more.

"Help...... Verk!!

It was then.

A vast amount of magic emanates from the open doors.

It was an instant event.

In an instant, the orc that was holding me back and ravaging me was extinguished and extinguished.

Werk watched me get fucked up as he put his arm forward that activated the operation with a harsh look on his face.

I lost my support from behind and fell on the sheet, and I understood that Verk's technique wiped out only the oak beautifully.

"Lord"

Verk looks at me in pain and takes off his own feather-woven cloak and wraps me up.

"Verk... thank you... I thought it would break..."

He stroked me gently, part of the orc that couldn't be erased.... I mean, when I slipped out of the genitals of the oak that were still stuck in my rectum, the procedure even wiped that out of charcoal.

"Lord, shall we cleanse?"

"Better than that... I want to spit out what's inside in 'Fountain of Life' sooner"

Verk gently took me out to carry something important.

Kill the precious oak.

I'm still willing to kill in the voice of the system.

< < The level was increased by 1 by mating with the oak. I produced 15 oak eggs. > >

I want to give birth faster than that and scratch what's inside.

lay eggs in the fountain.

Will my sphincter not serve me anymore, or it seemed like an oak egg about the size of a chicken egg would come down from an overspreading hole.

After all the drainage, Velk was gently rubbing my body still trembling.

The mating, which was only accompanied by pain and fear, was on the verge of trauma.

"Verk, do me a favor"

"Whatever."

"Overwrite me with you"

"That's... because you don't mind?

"Am I dirty right after I mated with Orc?

Though I cleaned the inside a little in the fountain, my sphincter is making a fool of me, and I may still have the semen of the oak.

"No, I just thought the Lord was overburdened"

But it looks like he was really showing me about my body.

More than that, I was afraid I was going to break if I didn't override this feeling with something else.

Verk took me to his room when he held me.

Sleeping gently in bed, I fluttered a kiss from the top.

Kissing Verk feels really good.

"Mm-hmm... mm-hmm..."

A deep kiss returns when the tongue of Chi Chi Chi and Verk can be swallowed.

Werk grabbed my leg and dropped a kiss on my thigh.

"Please... hurry... please..."

Verk smiled troubled and put his anger on his anus.

"Ugh."

Werk's fury entering all the way inside was oppressive, even in the sphincter that made him an idiot.

The same goes for the thickness, but more than anything else. That gets to the S-shaped colon when you climb the rectum sloppily.

It wasn't as acute as the first mating, it was a slow insertion that put my body first.

"Ah.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Was he discerning that the membrane part of the S-shaped colon was where I felt it, or was stimulating it by leaving and entering the entrance of the membrane with only the tip while inserting it deeply.

There's a little light in the back of my brain for too much comfort.

I can feel it being Velk's successful body or arm or something like that because it hits my body and fucks me as much as possible.

But I can't just give you this height difference.

If my body was even 20 cm away, I would have been able to kiss you even though it was inserted.

"Lord... Lord..."

Verk was more than happy to be shaking my body as well as feeling good.

The insertion gets deeper and more intense as you slowly peek at me.

"Ngu... ahhh... verk, verk."

The stroke is longer and the cali pierces hard from the inlet to the colon mouth.

Werk has also increased, pushing his body with his feet to try to pull it out for ejaculation.

"Stay in the deepest part"

"Lord, then"

"Because I want to lay Velk eggs..."

"Knock."

Did you also shake Verk's reason off on that word, fiercely last-minute?

is knocked out of his genitals so much that the sound finally rings, and his bursting semen is sprayed behind his colon.

Fix each other's roughened breaths.

I still feel indescribable when I feel his genitals trembling in the deepest part, staying beyond the colon.

Embracing his body all the time, he returns with more force than that.

It remained intact until Verk's genitalia seemed so tame that it became a part of his body.

Was he happy that the eggs produced hit the cali, poking the occasional guppy eggs?

And his eyelids fell down into the softness of his body, and he went into the depths.

Of course, I had no reason to know that the next day I fell asleep in happiness because of my sphincter, which had begun to be repaired after the semen was dry and slippery, or because the eggs that had been pushed into the back had not come down and tasted the pain of hell.