Inside the Cave of Obscenity - Volume 3 - Chapter 1.09

Translated by Rin

Edited by Neuron Spitz

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“You have a poor memory, Fiana-sama,” Frederica mumbles while lowering her head in preparation, “You’re going to be a mother to monsters.”

At that very moment, Frederica’s pussy is pierced by the Ooze’s tentacle – not one of obscene size, but around the thickness of a human’s. It penetrates the depths of her vagina in a single thrust. Although she had experienced this previously and was braced in anticipation, the sudden impact of the tentacle against her inner-most parts causes Frederica to become breathless, sticking her tongue out in a euphoric daze.

“Ahh- gasp…, ah…” With every thrust Fiana’s bountiful chest sways, as she shudders from the pleasure of having her nipples toyed with by the tentacles.

As Frederica is vigorously pierced, droplets of sweat fall from her luscious body and onto Fiana’s cheeks. Fiana, stunned by what had just happened, remains oblivious to her surroundings and stares vacantly into nothing. She slowly turns her head to face Frederica with a delayed reaction.

“Hu…h?” she mutters quietly. It was not a question characterized by rejection or disgust, but a lifeless and confused plea. “Mmm…? Mon-monster..?”

In Fiana’s eyes, the woman named Frederica was an adventurer. She had come with her as a companion to an… abandoned mine? She couldn’t remember any of the details. All she could remember was that Frederica Lean was an adventurer, a mercenary dedicated to defeating bandits and monsters. But then why… why was Frederica now enjoying herself while being violated by a Black Ooze?

“F, Fred- ah! M-monster…” she stutters, staring at the very face of that adventurer hovering above her. Frederica pants, swaying her body to the rhythm of the tentacles on her own volition. She hangs over Fiana, trapping her underneath with her arms and legs. Frederica’s soft flesh provides Fiana with a gentler warmth compared to the tentacles restricting her hands and feet. Moments before they lock eyes, Fiana breaks her gaze.

“Ahhhnnn,” a sweet moan reaches her ears. One of her ears remains preoccupied with the caress of the tentacle, but the other catches the sweet, hot, panting voice of the adventurer known as Frederica. It is as if she was looking at a warped illusion of that once-proud adventurer. A vermilion streak of shame surfaces onto Fiana’s beautiful porcelain cheeks.

“Stop it, Frederica-san! Such-”

“Ahhn, ah-mmmm, r-right… there,” moans Frederica, guiding the tentacles to her most sensitive spots as if she couldn’t hear Fiana’s voice. Frederica enjoys being treated roughly, but she was also delighted when the tentacles were gentler during her last climax. Roughly, then gently, then roughly, and gently again, she couldn’t have enough. Her pussy softly tightens around the tentacle thrust into it.

 
Fiana tries to look away, but can’t help but glance at them through the corner of her eye. As a woman, she can’t ignore the incredible pleasure in her expression.

For Fiana, Frederica was one-of-a-kind. She was a beautiful magician, with a sharp and well-organized appearance that expressed her strength of spirit. She could easily line up ten random men, who would all call Frederica beautiful. But this vulgar and defenceless look of hedonistic pleasure was something the public hadn’t seen. It was the first time Fiana had ever seen such an expression.

She was disgusted.

But she couldn’t look away from it.

She was disgusted.

But she couldn’t contain her interest.

She was disgusted.

Disgusting.

Disgusting.

Fiana turns away from the sight, refocusing on the Ooze restraining her – this was the same abhorrent beast violating Frederica. She takes her one unrestrained arm and touches the foul liquid through her white-gloved hands. She feels the sticky putrid goo and contorts her face in disgust.

How could the woman in front of her be panting from being fucked by such an abomination? Anyone with a sane mind would agree that this was wrong. This was clearly wrong on every level. But even so, Frederica continues to move her hips following the movement of the tentacles. She glances down at Fiana’s scowl with euphoria, her mucus soaked clothing rubbing against Fiana, making obscene noises.

“Ohhhhh,” Frederica moans, her face paralyzed in a pre-climactic expression. She attempts to hold back on the inevitable, in an attempt to experience an even deeper climax. With every thrust, she mutters a word of self-restraint, before even that is consumed with deep longing pants. Her long blond hair dances in the darkness of the cave, catching flickers of sunlight from the ceiling. Her teary, jade-coloured eyes stare into Fiana’s vacant crimson pupils.

“Fi- Ahn, Fiana- this, this is what happens…”

Shudder

Fiana’s mouth twitches, those words reeling her back to reality. Her face slowly contorts, involuntarily convulsing in fear. With her pride a knight, Fiana could not show weakness – she had to advance toward any future with bravery and stoicism. And yet, her expression betrays her, contorted into a monstrous expression of terror.

 
“This will… happen to you… you can’t avoid… this mess.”

A pause. Frederica begins to tremble, from her face to her nether regions, which were beyond Fiana’s scope of vision. Judging from Frederica’s expression, it is clear that she had the explosive climax she had anticipated. However…

“Fwa!? Ahn… Aaaaaah- AAAAAAH!” Immediately afterwards, Frederica’s moans crescendo, the shackles of her self-restraint coming loose. Her expression portrays depravity beyond what one would even show their spouse – her eyes roll over, her nostrils flare, and her mouth gapes wide open and dripping with saliva. Her beautiful confidence replaced with the expression of a whore.

Fiana gasps and recoils at that broken face.

She recalls what Frederica said earlier – that this would happen to her too.

This was her fate.

She is shocked back into focus by a slimy cold sensation flowing down her back. She thrashes her body to escape the slime restraining her hands and feet, but it is too late. The Ooze has already restrained her elbows and knees. No longer a knight, Fiana is trapped here as a mere woman.

Fiana thinks furiously for a way out. Magic? No, the monster is in too close proximity, and Frederica could get hurt. Unbeknown to her, this was her only possible chance of escape. It was ultimately her naivety and concern over Frederica that prevented her escape. Something else? Other adventurers? She turns her gaze, scanning the horizon for any other survivors and finds a familiar figure.

“Ah, Alfira, Alfira!!” Fiana calls out desperately to no avail. Alfira hangs from the ceiling with both hands restrained together and legs splayed open. Earlier, she had been raped until she fainted and was left hanging – but in truth, Alfira had passed out intentionally so that she could regain her strength to fight back. In doing so, she did not stir in her companion’s time of need.

In her panic, Fiana repeatedly calls out Alfira’s name, drowning out Frederica’s moaning. Noticing her panic, Frederica leans in, placing herself inches from the elvish knight’s ear.

“I told you… Didn’t I, miss knight…?” Frederica manages to utter in between heavy pants. But her words are cut short, as the tentacles redouble their efforts, turning Frederica back into a trembling mess. How many times had she climaxed now? In her orgasmic haze, Frederica loses strength in her arms and legs, collapsing onto Fiana. Her physical and mental capacities have diminished to the point where counting to ten would be impossible.

Their well-endowed breasts press up against each other, their nipples rubbing against each other through their clothes. In this state, a single tentacle manages to find its way into this valley of clouds, emerging through the other end in bliss.