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# Second, I saw some people confused about one of the 4 mamonos I created, since 'Lizardman' already exists in the original lore. That girl in question is specifically an alligator. Witch brings the question. If a lizard mamono is a 'lizardman', could an alligator mamono be 'floridaman'?
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COMMENTS:
Darthyuri[archiveofourown]:
I'm not really sure who created it but I thought the one with four red arms was really pretty.
Avip:
I made them all using AI, I'll start by making it clear that I create most of my images with AI.
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[Belethra]
I walk along the pale brick path adorned with white wisteria, the sweet and delicate aroma filling the air. Around me, mamono shinobis tend the garden with precision and grace. The sun shines brightly, warming my skin. A perfect day for anyone but me. My mind is in turmoil, worries consuming me.
I quicken my pace, the soles of my shoes tapping against the stone floor.
'I need to walk fast.' I think worriedly. 'I need to talk to Yzhilde.'
I pass the shinobis, who interrupt their work to greet me respectfully, but unfortunately, I don't have time for formalities.
Soon ahead, I finally see Yzhilde sitting at the white table in the middle of this labyrinth garden, with a steaming cup of tea in her hands. Chachamaru is by her side, her mechanical eyes glowing softly. The garden around me is an explosion of colors, exotic flowers blooming in vibrant hues.
"Belethra-chan, what a pleasant surprise." the lilim says curiously in my direction. "Any problem?"
"We need to talk." My voice comes out firm, but I feel an internal tremor. "It's about the human, his soul has grown stronger again."
Calmly Yzhilde takes a sip of tea, then puts down the cup before questioning me.
"We had already noticed he was growing, Belethra-chan, what's the problem now?"
"Besides the explosive growth, he has been annexing mamonos to his power at an absurd speed." I explain, waving my hands worriedly.
To my surprise, Yzhilde gives a melodious laugh at my concern, only to then extend her hand to pinch my cheek.
"How cute, Bebe-chan is jealous of the mamonos milking the human's cock."
A vein of hatred throbs on my forehead. My blood boils, and on impulse, I bite Yzhilde's hand.
For a second, the Rune Mistress freezes without reaction, but quickly surprise spreads across her face, and her red eyes widen.
"AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIII!" Yzhilde screams in an exaggerated tone. "Bebe-chan bit me, Chachamaru."
The automota serving the table looked at her mistress with her cold, emotionless eyes and says without thinking twice.
"You kind of deserved it, Yzhilde-sama."
The powerful Rune Mistress sobs, holding back tears as if the automota's cold comment had hurt more than my bite.
"Chachamaru is so mean to me..." Yzhilde whispers, her voice choked.
The automota, with her unchanging expression, replies without hesitation.
"Stop complaining, Yzhilde-sama." the robot servant mentions, pointing to her mistress's hand. "Your mamono physiology is too powerful for something so banal to last. I bet it's already healed."
"But what about my feelings?" the Rune Mistress asks helplessly.
"What about them?" the robot says without any interest.
I slam my hands on the table, the sound echoing through the garden. The shinobis around stop their tasks, looking in our direction with curiosity. I ignore the gazes and face Yzhilde, my voice raised, laden with urgency.
"While you're fooling around, the human is being raped daily by what seems to be an army of mamonos!"
My scream takes them both by surprise, and the atmosphere changes instantly as a consequence. The shinobis continue to observe us in silence, their expressions serious. Chachamaru, always impassive, also stares at me. The tense silence is almost palpable, as if the very air were holding its breath.
Yzhilde, however, remains smiling. She takes another sip of her tea, the steam rising gently from the cup. Her movements are deliberate, calculated. She places the cup on the table with a soft clink before finally looking at me. Her red eyes meet mine, and there is a depth in them that always surprises me.
"Belethra-chan," she begins, her voice soft but firm. "This is not a problem."
Her statement takes me by surprise. I expected resistance, argument, but not this calm acceptance. My heart beats faster, the tension still vibrating in my muscles.
"How is that not a problem?" My voice comes out louder than I intended, the frustration clear in every syllable. "What if he's hurt? We have to help him somehow."
Yzhilde lets out a melodious laugh, the sound echoing through the garden. She tilts her head, her red eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Bebe-chan, are you sure he's being raped?"
I cross my arms, my expression serious.
"I'm sure..." I reply, swallowing hard as I look down worriedly. "At least forty times a day."
"Wow." Yzhilde whistles, surprised.
She leans back in her chair, a wide smile on her face.
"That's a good thing, Bebe-chan." the Rune Mistress says with an even more evident smile. "It means he's going to get very strong very quickly."
Frustrated, I turn and leave the table, determined to help the human.
"If you won't help me." I say in a whisper to myself. "I'll find someone who can."
[Jason]
I conquered the foolish Orc who had dared to underestimate me, the problem is that there are still nineteen left.
While I was celebrating my short-lived victory, the orcs quickly surrounded me, their eyes gleaming with rage and lust. The smell of their sweaty hides and the sound of their grunts fill the air. One steps forward, standing out from the rest, her presence imposing and dominant.
"You may be strong, but you are only one humie." She snarls, her sharp teeth glinting in the dim light of the den. "And there are twenty of us here, you won't last a day."
With a smile on my face, I reply, panting.
"Then… come at me..." I pause for a second, regaining my breath before concluding my reply in a shout. "YOU FAT VIRGEN SOWS."
They roar jumping on top of me. I feel the weight of their bodies, the pressure of their eager hands. One of them, more daring, lifts my left leg, exposing me completely. Her eyes gleam with an insatiable hunger as she positions herself, swallowing my cock with her pussy.
The moist heat of her interior envelops me, I pretend to struggle to maintain control, which motivates the orc to accelerate her fierce movements, each thrust taking me deeper inside her. The other orcs watch, their breaths heavy, waiting their turn.
She moves her hips forcefully, as if in battle, each thrust more intense than the last. Sweat runs down her face, her eyes fixed on mine, challenging. The heat of her body envelops me, and I feel the pressure increase, my body responding to her savage rhythm.
"Is that all you've got, human?" She snarls, her teeth bared, a cruel smile on her lips. "I'm a real strong warrior, unlike that weakling in the corner."
She shouted, directing her contempt at the submissive orc kneeling, looking longingly in my direction.
I let out a breathless laugh, sweat running down my face as I dare threaten then all:
"By the end of this week, all of you will be submissive like that."
My words hit the orc like a slap in the face. Her eyes widen, and a furious growl escapes her lips. She squeezes my leg tightly, her nails digging into my skin. The rhythm of her movements accelerates, each thrust faster and more brutal than the last.
"You'll see dumb humie," she snarls, her body trembling with rage and lust. "You're the one who's going to break first."
Her movements become even more intense, and I can't take it anymore. She lets out a grunt of satisfaction, feeling my resistance falter. With a guttural moan, I cum, my body trembling with the force of the orgasm.
The orc lets out a cry of triumph, her body convulsing as she also reaches her climax. She releases mine and lies on her back, looking at the barn ceiling with a victorious smile.
"HA!" She celebrates. "I did it."
On one quick movement, I grab the orc's legs, catching her by surprise.
"Oink?"
Her eyes widen as she tries to break free, but my grip is firm.
"My turn." I whisper, threatening her with a smile.
I lift the orc's legs high exposing her private, swiftly I fit my cock back into her soaked pussy.
"No, no, no, no, no-." She mutters until I silence her with one thrust.
SLAP!
She tries to struggle, but my grip iron tight keeping her trapped in a "Mating press" position. Her eyes widen in shock and despair as I begin to fuck her mercilessly.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Each thrust is brutal, my body colliding against hers forcefully. Her grunts of complaint turn to moans frightened pleasure, sounding like a pig in agony.
"No! Stop you crazy-." She tried to complain, but it cut off in a long moan. "Oh my looord! This is so good."
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
She turns her head, begging the other orcs for help.
"Help me!" She shouts, unable to contain a goofy smile of pleasure. "He's going to break me!"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
She keeps begging while a plow her, the orc words are a mixture of shame and pleasure, as I feel a wave of satisfaction seeing her so vulnerable. The other orcs keep watching, some of them begin to touch themselves, their bodies reacting to the spectacle before them.
I continue my movements, each thrust more intense than the last. The orc beneath me contorts, her grunts becoming louder and more desperate. Her body trembles, and I feel the pressure increase, my own pleasure growing with each thrust.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"Please... help me..." She begs again, her voice failing. "I don't want to betray the leader and the horde."
But none of them move. They are hypnotized, their eyes fixed on us, their breaths heavy. I smile, knowing I am gaining control. The orc beneath me is already mine, and I am going to break her now.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Her moans turn into screams of pleasure, as I feel her body begin to tremble. She is close, and I accelerate my movements, taking her to the limit.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Her body convulses, and she lets out a cry of ecstasy, her body surrendering to me while I cum deep inside her.
"MAAAAAASTEER!"
With their mouths agape, the other orcs begin to touch themselves, amazed by the demonstration, patiently waiting for their turn to be broken into submission.
"And I will break each one of you." I say resolute. "one by one."
Feeling tired I get off the orc, my body trembling with the effort. I stagger to the corner of the barn, where a pile of milk bottles awaits me. My movements are slow, each step a struggle against the exhaustion that threatens to overwhelm me.
Reaching the bottles, I take one with trembling hands. The white and creamy liquid shines in the dim light, promising the recovery I so desperately need. I bring the bottle to my lips and drink avidly, feeling Clarabella's milk flow down my throat, quickly invigorating my body.
The effect is almost immediate. I feel a wave of energy course through myself, banishing the fatigue. My muscles recompose without the lactic acid pain, and my breathing stabilizes.
I turn to the group of orcs looking at me with wide eyes, all fixed on my reaction that rises again.
"Two down." I murmur, smiling. "Eighteen to go."
[Berkshire]
That human sure is more resilient than I had thought.
Today is the last day of our agreement, and even though he has been violated by 20 of my best orcs, he has not been broken.
And it wasn't for lack of effort on my orcs' part. According to the report from my orcs and the freakish amount of milk consumed by the human, he came at least five times in each of them, every day for the last week.
"If I didn't have a husband, I would have taken him for myself without thinking twice." I mutter to myself worried. "Each day he doesn't break, it proves he is more dangerous than I thought."
I cross the village at a fast pace, a bad feeling gnawing at my chest. My daughters, Landrica and Yorkshari, begged every single day to join the fun, but I forbade them. I don't want them to see that human before breaking him.
"If I didn't have a husband, I would have taken him for myself without thinking twice."
When I arrive at the barn, the smell of sex and sweat permeating the air is the first thing I notice, making me smile. I push the door open, and the scene before me makes my smile evaporate, leaving me jaw-dropped.
The human, Jason, is standing, thrusting forcefully inside an orc who is only standing with the help of her sisters. Around them, several orcs are unconscious with a smile on their faces and pussies overflowing with cum.
"How?" My voice echoes through the barn, a mixture of anger and disbelief. "How are you still standing, human?"
Jason stops fucking his partner, but doesn't pull out, while his penis seemed to pump liters of cum inside her. He turns his face to me, sweat running down his forehead, a tired but smug smile on his lips.
"I drink a lot of milk, you know."
"BASTARD!" I shout taking a step forward, my fists clenched. "Orcs have little mana individually, but in a group... you should have been broken by my horde on the first day you freak!"
"And still they didn't make it." He says, frowning at me, looking at me seriously. "It's time for you and your herd of pigs to leave this city."
Swallowing my frustration and pride, I challenge the human:
"What if I don't want to keep my word?"
Jason starts to laugh loudly, the sound echoing through the barn, and to my horror, the orcs around him begin to laugh too. Some, who moments ago seemed exhausted, got up renewed, joining the chorus of laughter. The sound is deafening, a mixture of joy and triumph that chills me to the bone.
"What's so funny?" I questioned, my voice trembling with fear and fury. "What have you done to my horde?"
Jason turns to me, the smile still firm on his face.
"Your horde? They are mine now." The human declares, pulling his still hard cock out of the orc only to shout at me. "FOR THE HORDE!!!"
Jason's cry reverberates like thunder, making the barn shake. The ground beneath my feet vibrates, as if in an earthquake. My heart races, a mixture of fear and disbelief consuming me.
"What's happening?" I ask, surprised.
The orcs around Jason, those twenty he broke, go into a frenzy of fury. Their eyes gleam blood red, and their bodies exude a purple aura. They leap, all at once, directly at me. The impact is brutal, throwing me backward. I feel every muscle in my body tense, struggling to maintain my balance.
I am thrown out of the barn, my body hitting the ground hard. Dust rises around me, but I get up quickly with my guard raised, ready to fight.
I laugh loudly, a guttural sound that echoes through the camp.
"You think taming a few orcs makes you superior, human? I am still the High Orc here. The rest of my loyal warriors still outnumber you."
My words are sharp, full of confidence. The orcs around me, those who have not yet been corrupted by the human, gather, their eyes gleaming with determination.
"You have no chance against us."
As if in response, a strange purplish light leaks from the barn as wooden planks creak, and a figure emerges. The human steps out wearing a complete full plate armor that shines under the sunlight. In his hands, a greatsword, the sharp blade reflecting the determination in his eyes.
"Want to bet?"
[Image]
[Jason]
Following my commands, the Orcs engage in combat with their former horde colleagues, drawing attention away from the houses that still have humans.
'Don't you think you are acting hastily, my Lord?' Artoria questions within my mind now that I am wearing her. 'You could have insisted more on your victory, try to force the orc leader to keep her word.'
'Stop complaining, rusted bucket!' Lindana exclaims, who was also in my mind now that I wield her as a sword. 'You don't negotiate with meat, you just cut it, preferably into several pieces spilling blood everywhere.'
I take a deep breath, trying to remain calm as I explain my plan.
'I will demand that they keep their word Artoria. After demonstrating that I am strong enough to defeat them, they will have no choice but to fulfill the agreement.'
Artoria agrees, emanating satisfaction from the armor I wear, while Lindana manages to convey that she was with her arms crossed, pouting.
I ignore Lindana's frustration and continue on my way, while checking my status after my week of grind.
Name: Jason
Class: Hero Lvl 28
HP: 730/365
MP: 110 / 110
Status: Mate-Armor [Artoria] Mate-Sword [Lindana]
STRENGTH: 60 (72) [216]
VITALITY: 61 (73) [146]
AGILITY: 53 (63) [126]
INTELLIGENCE: 43
WISDOM: 39
CHARISMA: 51
LUCK: 40
FP: 20
XP: 35%
'WATCHOUT!' Artoria shouts in my mind.
But it was too late, a huge shadow falls over me eclipsing the sun. The horde's high orc leaped at me with a colossal bone hammer.
I react as best as I can, raising the cursed sword to protect myself from the impact. ready for the attack I intercept it.
BOOOM!
I am struck by a hammer blow with the force of an explosion, opening a crater beneath my feet.
'THAT FAT PIG DARES TO ATTACK MY DARLING!' Lindana roars in my mind. 'CUT THAT BITCH!'
"No." I reply aloud, taking both Lindana and the high orc by surprise.
"'Why?'" Three voices question, two in my mind and one in front of me.
Smiling confidently and feeling the High Orc's hammer weight, I reply.
"This isn't a crater." I explain, smiling. "It's an operating table."
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Master Breaker= Ignore resistance of constructs and objects and deals double damage against them.
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I spin on my heels and strike the hammer with a punch.
CRASH!
Shattering it into thousands pieces.
"And I am the surgeon." I speak paraphrasing Peter Weller Batman.
'A poorly made bone weapon is no match for Miss Zyss's skill!' Artoria exclaims proudly in my mind.
'It's because Darling is too strong now, thanks to me.' Lindana whines in my mind. 'Tell her it's because of my skill buffs Darling.'
My opponent drops what's left of her hammer and takes a step back, clenching her fists, ready to fight. But I see in her eyes that her fighting spirit is in tatters, just like her hammer. The fury that once burned now transforms into a flickering, uncertain flame.
I charge at her and hit her with the flat side of the cursed sword.
POW!
The orc takes a few steps back, appearing intact, but her guard is down, arms hanging weakly.
"You... you are different," she murmurs, her voice trembling slightly. "I have never seen a human like you, you're not even from the order."
I take a step forward, the cursed sword still in my hand, but lowered, no longer an immediate threat.
"I am Jason," I say, my voice firm but without hostility. "And I keep my promises. You and your orcs promised that if I wasn't broken, you will release all the humans and leave."
Berkshire looks at me, her yellow eyes now filled with a mixture of respect and fear. She takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure.
"You have won," she admits, her voice low but clear. "I... we will abide by our word."
Around us, the orcs begin to move away, the atmosphere of battle dissipating. They look at Berkshire, waiting for her orders, but also at me, with a newfound admiration.
I adapted a Brazilian saying in this chapter, the saying goes:
You are big but you are not two, I am small but not half.
"It doesn't matter if you are bigger than me, that doesn't make you better, or more important. I may be small, but I have my full value too."
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E ai gurizada,
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