Butcher Demon

Chapter 5: The right woman and the Wrong Man Who Gets in the Way

My penis is more powerful and violent than ever.

She kissed, again and again, concentrating on teasing the slippery underside of my cock and making a chuckling sound. The girl who slid her tongue to the glans with a tsk-tsk sound and looked up at me. I can’t help but jolt.

Once my grotesque rod is sufficiently moistened, she adjusts the angle of my erection a little and slips it between her pursed lips and into her mouth. Now it is time.

It must have been hard just to suck on the thing, but she started off shallowly, moving her head up and down, squeezing it with her lips, and gradually swallowing it deeper and deeper.

My penis, hidden in her mouth, is constantly being scrubbed by her warm tongue in places I couldn’t see and she didn’t let her teeth hit it even once.

I knew this girl knows what she’s doing. I can see in her every action that she is checking my reaction. She is executing the so-called PDCA cycle of planning, doing, checking, and action. She is a capable woman. I can see a glimpse of her pride in her work.

This routine is also a technique developed as a result of her repeated PDCA cycles for me. It’s custom-made for me. I like to be eaten little by little. It made me feel very satisfied.

I was the one who sublimated her technique to this level. That little bit of self-esteem also spices up the pleasure. I’ve always just stood there and stayed put.

Still, I was the one who found her, a gem in the rough, out of the crowd of Sadako.

Eventually, she began to swallow my big, reddish-black, burning cock in one gulp. Her raspy snorting and whooshing came closer and closer to my belly as I felt her warm wetness. A strange feeling of immorality ran up my spine as if I were being eaten by a snake.

Her face came closer and closer to my crotch, slimy and slippery. My heart raced in response.

While I am looking down at her, her forehead hit my stomach.

She finally swallowed my cock down to the base.

It was so deep that I was worried. She seemed to be struggling to breathe, but she didn’t vomit or squirm. I was impressed.

She begins to stimulate me with just her lips, tongue, and peristaltic movements of her throat.

Mistress’ deep throat. This is the reason why I love her so much. It is a heavenly sexual skill.

The butcher’s penis is so big that in order to fit it all inside the girl, it would totally break her. So there’s nothing I can do, I’m always left with a half-hearted feeling, but this girl’s blowjob fills that void. It’s a true work of art.

This is also the reason why anal sex is so hard to do. There are almost no girls who can do it. Deep throat is also impossible. If you force it, you will suffocate.

That’s why she is the one and only for me.

She started to move.

The sensation of her lips on the base of my penis, and her tongue sucking on my sack. The base of her tongue continued to tease and stimulate the underside of the penis, and at the same time, she throttled the callus and glans.

She even adds a back and forth motion to it, so it feels much better than a bad woman’s vagina. It feels like electricity is running through my lower body.

If my limbs were free, I would like to stroke her head.

I enjoyed her treatment for a while, and when I was sufficiently aroused, I let her know that I was about to climax by jerking my cock a little harder. This is my way of showing her.

Then she pulled her head back and spit out a stream of my cum.

A large amount of frothy saliva dripped out.

A clear string of fluid leaked from the mouth and trickled down from Miss’s lips.

She rolls it up with her tongue and presses the manhood against the side of her nose. She looked up at me, her eyes wet with euphoria over the meat stick.

I looked up at her that has wet, euphoric eyes as she continued to serve my son hungrily with her hands, face, and tongue. What a slut.

I especially like the way the cartilage of her nose rubs against my inner muscles. The hot breath on her testicles is also nice. I also like the sight of her upturned purple-blue eyes behind her grotesque penis.

She carefully squeezed the meat stick and invited me to finish, as if to show me all of her service activities. I could tell that she wanted me to know that she was submitting to me from the bottom of her heart.

I let her guide me gently, spewing the filthy fluid that was about to explode into the air.

The first shot flew with such force that it stained her forehead, corners, and beautiful silver hair.

The next spurt of white fluid dripped down her face, coating it in white sludge like a cream pie.

Meanwhile, she stretched out her long tongue and continued to lick the underside of my glans, gently encouraging me to continue my ejaculation. I continued to do her without hesitation.

It seems that the girls here are forbidden to directly consume the Butcher’s semen. They’re not allowed to directly consume the Butcher’s semen, either from the top or bottom of their mouths.

I understood this rule when I saw the guards punishing the girls every time I released it into their mouths. I don’t know why. That’s why the service is just oral. I guess they can’t get the timing right with their lower mouths.

Once before, I inadvertently poured into the back of Miss’s throat, and after seeing her being beaten so hard, I decided to signal her.

She immediately understood my intentions. In return, she developed a variety of techniques to finish me off. This facial ejaculation is a favorite one of mine. It makes me feel like I’m in control of her body and mind.

She has been checking my reactions many times and has been very creative in getting me to this height. I can’t speak, but I’ve been trying to communicate my reactions to her as clearly as possible.

This is a conversation between two membranes. It is a catch-all of stimuli. For me, a lonely person trapped in my ugly flesh, the satisfaction of mutual understanding that she gave me through my genital was more comforting than anything else.

She and I were already connected in the deepest part of my psyche, and we were supporting each other in this hell. It’s a selfish assumption on my part, but that’s how I feel.

Eventually, I finished cumming, she didn’t even wipe off her cum-soaked face, but went back to the business of servicing me with her mouth, her eyes melting with debauchery.

I was pleased with such a wonderful result of her work. Then, having voluntarily found something to reflect on in her earlier act, she challenges my vicious rod to another round of grinding. We have never spoken, but I can tell. I respect her for this stoic attitude of improvement.

Miss moves even faster, twirling her tongue around the sticky sperm.

I then bukkake her twice, Such a marveling at her work ethic.

When my Miss whole body was covered in sperm, the guard who had been watching her in the back suddenly moved.

He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away from me, pushing her against the wall of the cell a short distance away. She doesn’t fight it, but she looks kind of uncomfortable thou.

The guard opens the necessary part of his pants and removes a crude item. He pulls up the rags she is wearing from the back and begins to rape her while standing up.

The sound of panting flesh and the sound of Mr. Hobgoblin saying something in a dirty voice echoed through the cell. Maybe he’s taunting her.

Her lush breasts, soaked with my semen, swayed as she is roughly thrust from behind. Each time, my cum splattered on the floor.

This hobgoblin had recently been assigned to me. Whenever he can’t stand that my Miss is doing such a wonderful job, he comes in and interrupts her like this.

Well, he’s a guard, so I guess that’s his perk, but this is the time when I’m being served. I still get annoyed when he interrupts me. Can’t you leave it for later?

A perfect job requires a certain amount of time for continuous concentration. noise and distraction will affect the quality of her work. That dim-witted hobgoblin doesn’t understand that. She’s not happy either.

He’s an idiot. Humans and aliens are no different. They’re all idiots.

Whenever I feel that kind of frustration rising up in me, I can’t hold back and let out a brazen yell.

The cell shook.

Seeing this, Mr. Hobgoblin smiled with satisfaction as he swung his hips.

I wonder if he thinks he’s bedding the girl from me. That’s a lowly way of thinking. Miss and I have a much more artistic relationship, and it’s a sublime way to enhance each other.

While she’s being toyed with by the hobgoblin, she keeps looking at me.

Maybe she’s annoyed that He’s interrupting her work. Maybe she’s frustrated, and she’s looking at me as if she’s holding something. Of course, she is.

–That no-talent hobgoblin will be destroyed once I get out of here.

As I agonize over this, the guard throws the girl toward me, wondering what He was thinking. She slumped down on the floor, looking confused as well. The guard is saying something to the girl.

I can’t understand a word the aliens are saying.

I’ve tried to learn by hearing it many times, but it seems impossible. It’s a completely unknown language. I knew that if I didn’t know the grammar or the meaning of the words It’ll be impossible to learn. It would be tough to learn the language without someone to help me out at first.

She staggered up to me on all fours, clung to me, and sucked on my cock again.

Hobgoblin, have you cum? That was fast. Just as I thought that he stood behind her. He lifted her full ass and started thrusting into her again.

I see So that’s how it is.

Thanks to this, the hobgoblin’s face, which I didn’t want to see is right in front of me. The ugly face with the lower fangs protruding is distorted in a vulgar way. Still, it’s better than me.

I can’t help but feel annoyed at the thought that I’m no better than this. It makes me want to throw up.

But …… you look really dumb.

Miss is unable to concentrate on her work. She is being thrust from behind in an impossible position, grabbing my waist with both hands to support her body while she swallowed my ginormous, swollen rage.

She continued to serve me, her face flushed and breathing hard. But there was no sign of her usual elegant work. I guess it’s because she’s being forced from behind. She was half-absorbed in my crotch and started to make muffled sounds.

I’ve never seen her moan before. I wonder what’s wrong with her, she’s always so twitchy when she’s being raped by the guards.

No, I’ve never seen an alien woman moan before. But I guess they’re just like humans.

The hobgoblin, on the other hand, is in a very good mood. He seems to be excited by the way my Miss looks. …… Oh, it looks like he’s about to cum. He’s twitching his body in a pleasant way with his stupid face.

…… I don’t know why but I’m getting really angry looking at that face.

As the matter of fact, I haven’t tasted her vagina yet.

She is such a great servant. I’m sure that her lower lip is going to give me more pleasure than her mouth ever could and I’m confident that I can give her a glimpse of heaven.

I’m trying to be patient with my imagination and refrain from saying anything out loud for her sake, but this stupid-looking guard ruins my concern and holds her in front of me over and over again.