BFT | Chapter 20

With rage surging violently through him, Rlyel embraced the beast tightly. He briefly stopped thrusting and shifted his position, hooking both of the beast’s legs over his forearms. With both hands wrapped around the beast’s waist, he started moving again. The beast also clung to his forearms with both hands, pressing her body as close as possible. She swayed her hips rhythmically in time with Rlyel’s movements. Sloshing sounds came from the lower body soaked through.

"Mm, ah, haa... ah-uhng... ah, uhm, ah... ah..."

"Haa..., ah...."

Rlyel and the beast’s moans tangled together hotly. Both of them were completely heightened for one another. Fast, slow, deep, exchanging strong stimulation with the beast, Rlyel was surrounded by waves of ecstasy. It felt as if his whole body were being burned alive by a heat like fire at the stake. It was as sharp as a dagger and yet dizzying.

"Ah! Ah! Ahh...! ...Ah! Ah!"

The beast screamed in climax. In front of Rlyel, she shook her head violently with a look of not being able to bear it. Rlyel released his arms from the beast’s legs. When he wrapped around her again and sat, the supple curve of her back was caught in his palm. At last, he felt the climax bearing down on him.

Rlyel grabbed the beast by the nape and pulled her head back. With the repeated surges of orgasm, the beast’s face was wet with tears.

In the end, Rlyel could not bear it and kissed the beast. As he sucked on her lips, the beast exhaled in ragged breaths. Even in the state of having lost his reason, Rlyel could not bring himself to use his tongue, and only sucked fiercely at the beast’s lips. At last, a thick sensation surged through his lower body, and the signal for release came.

This time Rlyel did not hold back and poured his semen into the beast’s body. His seed mixed in clumps with the already thick semen filling her womb from other men. Even amid the climax of release, Rlyel felt hot fury at the clearly tangible sensation. Strangely enough, that anger was closer to a feeling of deprivation than jealousy. It felt like something very precious had been stolen from him....

Don’t think like that. This guy isn’t my property.

Clinging to the faint remaining thread of reason and desperately steadying himself, Rlyel sensed the emergence of some dark, foul desire like the stench of rotten fish. The name of that unclean and unethical desire, one that must never be felt toward a human, was possessiveness.

The disgusting emotion rising so intensely it nearly numbed his judgment shoved Rlyel straight into the center of an absurdly primal desire, the urge to mark territory inside the beast’s body. Barely holding back the urge to urinate inside her, Rlyel finished cumming in the beast’s body.

"Ha..."

Only then did Rlyel pull his lips away from the beast’s mouth and exhale. The beast sagged against him, panting with her whole body practically draped over Rlyel. His cock throbbed painfully again, but Rlyel lay down on the bed while holding the beast in his arms. The aftershocks of orgasm would not fade easily.

Lying on the bed with their bodies layered together, he felt blank. The beast rested her face against Rlyel’s shoulder and panted. Because he had not pulled his cock out of the beast’s body, Rlyel could still vividly feel the continuing spasms of the inner walls.

"Uhmm... ah..., huu.... Mm... uhng..."

On top of Rlyel, the beast kept letting out broken moans while trembling all over. He was past the climax, but the beast was still feeling orgasm. Her movements even looked painful, like someone being tortured. Until the spasms of climax subsided, Rlyel stroked the beast’s back with both hands. The smooth body beneath his fingertips was burning hot.

The trembling in the beast’s body gradually subsided. Rlyel and the beast lay layered over one another, looking in different directions, silent for a while. It was much later that the thought of having done something stupid seeped into Rlyel’s mind. It did not feel like a mistake that could be cleaned up, but like the worst mistake of his entire life.

And then Rlyel realized something frightening. He could not go back to how things had been before. He could no longer look at the beast with the same cold reason as before. This was not because he had crossed a line by sleeping with the beast. Sex had been more like an exploration. An exploration to identify, exactly and thoroughly, the true nature of what he felt for the beast.

He had thought the strange pull that had relentlessly oppressed him was sympathy for the beast. He had also judged and despised the obsessive yearning to have sex with the beast as nothing more than instinctive lust. But the truth was....

Here Rlyel cut off the thread of thought. The deeper he went, the more it hurt only him.

"You’re leaving tomorrow."

Rlyel said it without dragging things out any longer. The beast, who had been limp until then, jerked and raised her head. At the beast’s gaze, asking what he meant, Rlyel had to force himself to calm down.

"What, because you already spread your legs for me and now you’re saying something else? You may not understand humans well, but human men are fickle by nature."

At Rlyel’s words, the beast looked even more stunned.

"Remember this if you want to adapt to the human world. You don’t just spread your legs for a man easily. It only lowers your own value. If you want to get as much as possible of what you want, you need to learn the skill of teasing a man, making him burn with desire and never giving in all at once."

The beast shook her head and even brought both hands together. It was a desperate plea for him to stop, but Rlyel ignored it.

"You’re going out after midnight tomorrow, so keep that in mind. In any case, you have no choice."

Rlyel shoved the beast away and sat up. As much as he wanted to tangle with the beast all night, his mind needed sorting out more urgently. Looking at it now, his upper body and pants were a mess, stained all over with bodily fluids. The beast’s state was the same, with her blouse pulled up to the collarbone. Rlyel pulled the blouse back down and said,

"I’ll bring new clothes. I’ll wash you then, so wait a moment."

Just as Rlyel put on his cape, the beast pulled his hand over and wrote something on it.

"I’ll die"

Rlyel could not move for a while. It was shocking enough that the beast had written on his palm, but what shocked him most was that she could write human characters. It felt similar to when someone fights drowsiness to finish a boring novel, only to suddenly hit a twist they never saw coming and wake right up.

Rlyel stared at the beast in silence for a long time. Never before had she felt so much like an incomprehensible monster.

"If I force you out of here... you mean you’ll die?"

He asked the most important question first. The beast nodded. Rlyel shut his mouth tightly and glared at her.

"Why are you doing this? ...What, do you actually like messing around with the prisoners?"

His voice split on its own under the rising anger. The beast shook her head firmly. Thanks to that, Rlyel was barely able to regain his composure.

"Tell me why. Can you write it?"

Rlyel held out his palm to the beast. Strangely, the beast did not write anything and stayed still. There was a hesitant look in her gaze as she looked down at his palm.

"You’re not going to tell me?"

Even to Rlyel’s own ears, the question came out extremely fierce. The beast only lowered her head.

"If you don’t give me a reason I can accept, then I can’t trust you. That’s enough for now. You’re leaving here tomorrow."

Rlyel turned away from the beast. On the way back to his own room, his mind was in a whirl of stormy questions. When had the calf learned to write? Why refuse to leave here even though she hated the orgy? How much should I trust the calf?

Even now, the truth he had buried deep all this time kept trying to dig its way out of the soil. If the beast did not want to leave this place, Rlyel should respect that wish. The beast undeniably possessed intelligence. The decision over whether to escape Abaddon Prison or anything else concerning her own life belonged entirely to her. Forcing her to escape would be unilateral violence. Violence driven by Rlyel’s personal selfishness.

He could no longer bear to see the beast dirtied by men.

Rlyel wanted to possess the beast.

Maybe from the very beginning.

From that first moment their gazes met.

***

The next morning, Rlyel headed for the underground solitary cell as usual, carrying firewood. The beast was sitting slanted on the bed.

After glaring at the beast for a moment, Rlyel yanked open the iron-barred door and went into the cell. He tossed the firewood into the fireplace with rough movements. Because he had fought again while washing the beast and changing her clothes last night, his anger had not yet subsided.

No matter how much Rlyel pressed her, the beast still would not tell him why she wanted to remain here. Only on the matter of the prisoners’ orgies had she made her thoughts clear.

- It’s clear the Baphomet clan is especially lustful, and sex always triggers an unconditional bodily response
- We also treat orgies as ordinary, but only when they are fully consensual
- Unlike humans, we do not suffer a huge mental shock, but even so, this orgy intended for forced impregnation is not enjoyable to me either

It had become clear that the beast did not like the prisoners’ cocks, yet Rlyel felt even more frustrated. It seemed that she had some purpose of her own in insisting on staying here....

What on earth was that purpose?

If she had something bothering her, would it not be more rational to tell him and work out a solution together? Or was it impossible for a devil to think that way? Humans and devils could have different standards of rationality.

Shoving complicated thoughts away, Rlyel looked the beast straight in the eye. There was obvious tension in the beast’s blue eyes.

"You’re leaving tonight."

The moment Rlyel finished speaking, the beast flailed both hands wildly. At that intense refusal, Rlyel felt baffled all over again.

Does she even think at all? I’m already going crazy just imagining what will happen in this cell today....

No matter how much he tried to recall the devil’s thin sexual consciousness, it was still not enough to calm his anger. He even felt an absurd sense of betrayal toward the beast. The beast suddenly stood up on the bed and approached him.