GC | Chapter 1.6

Happy and proud, Ruslan pushed his elbow in as well, and Shey convulsed, shaking his ass violently and opening the colon wide. The fist slid in easily.

“Aah! Aaah! Hngh, hi!”

Screaming wildly, Shey suddenly let out a series of small laughs. When he was sober, he never once gave him even a faint smile, but once the pleasure went too far, he could not hold back a fit of laughing.

Bang! Thud! Bang!

When Ruslan whipped his fist so hard sweat ran down his forehead, Shey threw his head back, thrusting out his swollen nipples. His pussy seemed bored, so Ruslan lowered the hand that had been hugging his pelvis and touched below. The fluid had already run down to his knees.

“Fuck. Sorry. I was so focused on this I didn’t even notice you’d cum this much.”

With his lover soaking that black pussy, it was shameful to be so absorbed in fist play. At this rate, he was unfit to be a master.

So that was why Shey despised him so much and would not even let him become his lover.

Ruslan sighed and pinched and twisted the bead of the brown pussy. The clit had been modified so long and so extensively that even though it was slick like it had been oiled, it was not hard to hold.

“Haa! Hiii!”

The fist completely crushed and ground up the ridges inside the back passage and smashed down into the bladder. Then, when he pulled the fist out entirely, the wide-open back passage dripped spit.

Drawing his arm back as far as it could go and then punching straight in, Shey’s spine went rigid. For several seconds he could not move at all, mouth hanging open, before he suddenly screamed.

“Aaaah!!!”

In one shot, the fist drove all the way to the elbow and the colon opened fully. With a burbling, filthy sound, the back passage convulsed, and the belly skin jolted from some unknown number of punches. The inner walls quivered and sucked in the vein-filled forearm.

Thud! Wham! Smack!

The speed kept increasing, and the force behind the fist grew heavier. The sound of flesh splitting had become almost noisy. It was as merciless as when Ruslan once beat to death every man who had gone through Shey’s lower body.

After repeated blows to the bladder and the sweet spot, all strength beneath him went slack. Even as warm streams poured out onto the hand that was teasing the clit bead, Ruslan did not care.

“You’re too lustful, honestly. You like pissing yourself while your ass gets beaten?”

“Hik, hic, hiiik.”

“Shey’s womb is probably rising up again. A bastard who can’t even have children.”

This beautiful but defective lover could not bear children, and yet whenever he became aroused, the womb pulled upward and the vagina grew longer. It was so he could take cock deep inside and feel extreme pleasure.

He should have cum directly into the womb then. He might have gotten him pregnant.

Ruslan clicked his tongue in disappointment.

“I want to drink your pussy piss. Won’t you cum for me?”

Ruslan gently coaxed him while fiddling with the labia that were wet with urine and arousal fluid, meaning the clear liquid that burst out when Shey’s excitement reached its peak. But with his face soaked in tears, Shey could not understand a single word of what Ruslan was saying.

“Mm, ugh, ngh?”

“No, no. I’ll handle it myself.”

Ruslan soothed him not to worry, then muttered in a voice thick with excitement while crushing both sides of the genitals at once.

“But now that I think about it, those bastards from back then, huff… It was good that I killed them all, wasn’t it?”

Ruslan had killed so many people it was like pebbles on a beach, so Shey did not realize who he was talking about at first.

Through his dazed mind, the first thing that came to him was the men who had died in that small room. The men who had died under Ruslan’s orders after gagging Shey’s mouth and taking turns pouring all manner of filth into him, only to be beaten to death. Those men whose heads had later been sliced off one by one beneath his greatsword even in death.

The reason he thought of them first was not because they held any special memories. It was simply because, though several years had passed, they were the most recent victims to die before his eyes.

“There’s something I’ve been curious about… How much did you do with those bastards?”

But the moment the grand duke’s question followed, Shey’s face, twisted by pleasure, stiffened one beat too late.

“Huh?”

“Those friends of yours, no, your comrades…? Was that it? Anyway, those guys. Those bastards had pussy too, right? What should I even call that. Are they men or women?”

What Ruslan was talking about were not those men from before. He meant the people who had once been Shey’s brothers and sisters, his family.

And the ones Ruslan had toyed with while laughing, then killed.

“What did you just say…”

“Did you fuck a lot of them?”

Yet unable to empathize with Shey’s shock, Ruslan asked in genuine curiosity. His fist was still pounding below while his hand toyed with the pussy.

“Didn’t priests all have both pussy and cock? It must have been fun for you guys. You were my first pussy, sure, but you’ve used cock before, haven’t you? Wait, no, maybe you already used pussy too? No, that can’t be right. There was definitely blood.”

“You, you… hhhngh!”

“Have you ever been on the man side too? Those girls had cocks too, apparently. I mean, who the hell is doing the penetrating there?”

The fist that steadily ground the insides was heavy. The dull pain inevitably brought pleasure with it. Wham! But their cocks were way smaller than I thought. I don’t know if I could even call that a cock.

Bang!

My cock is still the best, right? I gave it to you until you bled. Between the repeated thudding blows, Ruslan’s indifferent questions slipped in.

He had wanted to curse at those cool, curious questions, but suddenly he burst into tears. The fist beating inside made his toes curl and his vision flash. He shouted and let himself enjoy the pleasure to its fullest.

These tears were definitely because of pleasure. There was no way trash like Shey, who had driven his entire family to death and survived alone, could cry because he was sad.

Ruslan’s pleasure was so good. I like being taken in the pussy. I love it so much when my back passage is ripped apart that I feel insane. I want to be hit however Ruslan wants and cum. I want my womb filled to the brim with his cum. I like things like that. I really like things like that…

“I can’t even make a joke without you…”

Holding his lover, whose entire face was twisted as he sobbed, Ruslan apologized. Every time Shey brought up the past comrades, he would burst into tears and even hurt himself by banging his head against anything visible, so Ruslan should have been careful, but he had forgotten.

I’m sorry, don’t cry. As he soothed him, he softly massaged the trembling back passage and the inner walls. Then Shey stopped crying and grinned again. Seeing that face, Ruslan felt relieved.

I was wrong. I won’t ask again, for real. Come to think of it, what difference does it make what those things had attached to them? I already wiped them all out. Shey is mine now.

He kissed Shey’s cheek with little smacks and squeezed the clit bead to his heart’s content. Then, after quickening the pace one last time and crushing the insides until the flesh seemed ready to split, Shey lifted his ass high and crawled on the bed on all fours.

Bang! Thud, thud!

“Aaaah! Ah! So good! Inside, mm! More, ah! Please, aah!”

“You want more hits to the belly?”

“Mm! More, ah, hit me more…! Kkh, hihi!”

What if he broke him if he hit him any more? Ruslan considered it for a moment, then decided. I was going to keep him anyway, so what did it matter?

He hammered his fist in repeatedly without giving him even the slightest opening.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

As the heavy blows piled up past ten in a row, Shey, who had been on the verge of fainting, could no longer even scream.

Spreading his hand wide inside the back passage, he kneaded the soft intestines and stirred the inside deeply. Shey’s lower abdomen, receiving the forearm, spasmed violently. Around the navel, bulges rose and fell.

Unable to breathe, Ruslan painfully twisted the clit bead, and only then did a scream burst out. It was like holding a baby upright and patting its back to help it digest. It was not bothersome, but rather endearing and cute.

A lover who could only breathe in ragged gasps if his pussy was touched, such an adorable thing could only be Shey.

After soothing him with the clit for a long time, he shoved a finger into the slit that was still pouring out arousal fluid and stirred the inside, where ridges were still protruding one after another.

If only he could, he would put his forearm in both pussies. Shey was crazy about being punched in the womb too.

Without slowing the pace of the blows inside, Ruslan let his mind wander idly. It would not be bad to find some useful male slaves as before and have them help insert arms below together. One in the pussy, one in the back passage, and then bring another bastard over and tell him to shove his cock down the throat too. Shey liked using his throat like a pussy as well.

Honestly, he did not like seeing Shey hug another man and scream, but his love was not something as trivial as that. What did his preferences matter? Whether Shey was a slut screaming for men or a virgin pussy who knew nothing of them, he was still Shey.

The men who had fucked him could simply be killed and cleared away as before.

Ruslan thought something horrible with complete indifference, then smiled with a lopsided grin. As he drove his fist until the insides were flattened into mush, the belly softened and burst like a rotten fruit.

Shey, turning sensation of his insides breaking down into pleasure, gave a smile dirtied by snot. His sensitivity had climbed beyond its limit. He liked being ruined. With his vision flickering in bursts, it felt as though he were dying for a moment each time.

If only he could die in a moment like this.

At last, when the elbow was completely swallowed by the darkened back passage, the colon opened fully and wrapped around it. Shey let out a ringing scream, convulsed for a long time as if seized by a fit, and suddenly went limp. The loosened anus spilled the fist back out.

“Hh. Huu.”

Pupils spinning, face streaming with snot. Intermittent moans continued to break off between his slack lips. Looking at his lover’s face, where a distorted smile still faintly lingered, Ruslan buried his nose between his thighs.