[Afterword] Thank you very much. Chapter 35.
12. The Raving Magical Beast (Scene Caution) Episode 034 – The Raving Magical Beast #1
When a common enemy arises, the divided factions sometimes choose to unite firmly.
It seemed that the beasts of this Ancient Nest, the cradle of old, were preparing their strength to counter the humans that would soon arrive.
At least, that was the extent of what I understood from the witch’s explanation.
‘So, eating this crow will just spark a skirmish with a guy named Lao-Hoo and the south, right?’
I licked my lips as I stared at the crow inside the cage.
—Hey, Miss Witch! This guy… is looking at me and smiling! He must be slow-witted and hasn’t grasped why he shouldn’t be eaten!
—No, I reckon he gets it. But still…
It wasn’t my concern whether the south and west were fiercely battling or waging war. I had no intention of protecting this forest or belonging anywhere.
‘The Fruit of the World Tree.’
I recalled that mythical-sounding name in my mind.
What did the fruit look like? What would its taste and power be like?
A fruit potent enough to turn a wildling into such a powerful witch.
If I were to get my hands on it, something extraordinary was bound to happen.
After all, the witch in front of me was an absolutely remarkable magical beast, Behemoth.
‘This is fate.’
I opened the cage and took out the crow.
—Bake the skin crispy, please. Crispy outside, juicy inside.
“Ho, this is amusing. Aren’t you afraid of King Lao-Hoo? That beast is three times your size. Though I’ve never seen it, they say its claws are like thick roots, and its legs are like tree trunks. They claim its fur is rock-hard, almost like iron armor.”
The witch seemed to be trying to stop me from eating the crow. However, her gentle tone didn’t match the mischievous grin on her face, as if she was enjoying a grand show.
“If this crow gets eaten, they’ll undoubtedly hunt down the chief culprit and make a ruckus. Eventually, they’ll find their way to you.”
—We’ll deal with that when it comes.
My stomach let out a loud growl, grrr.
【You have gained experience points.】
“I’ve never seen such a fearless beast like you. No matter how ferocious, beasts tremble in front of the forest lords.”
Witch Eve cleared the plates and bones while talking as if she couldn’t help herself.
With a purr, my throat echoed from the delightful satisfaction of devouring an entire bird.
Rarely had I tasted such delicious grilled meat.
—Well, lying would be silly. But lately, I’ve come to think it might be worth a fight.
I stood up and bristled my fur all over. A feeling of static-like prickles shot through me.
To be honest, there were times when I was terrified facing wolves and dinosaurs, but since evolving, I felt unbeatable.
When Eve finished the dishes, she approached me.
She lightly ran her fingers over the spines protruding from my head and back.
“You’ve gained a boost in status, overflowing with confidence, I see. Young beasts sometimes show off their newfound strength by picking fights with stronger ones. Most of them end up being eaten that way. But the rare ones who survive become the forest lords, and occasionally, the lords of the fruit.”
She applied more pressure, snapping a spine from my back.
—Ah!
The sensation of being plucked stung, and I tensed.
She carefully examined the spine in her hand, then roasted it by the hearth.
Sizzle, smoke rose as it burned.
“Excellent spines. Eating a boar must have proven effective. Magical beasts can express the traits of animals they consume.”
—Is that so?
I nodded at the information I hadn’t known before.
Although it wasn’t certain whether what Eve said was related to the choices appearing during evolution, it did make a degree of sense.
‘So, getting stronger every time you eat something powerful?’
The faces of some powerful beasts I’d met came to mind.
And then it struck me, what if I ate this witch in front of me?
Human-shaped, she was a wildling, and every wildling I’d tasted was delicately divine.
‘A wildling who ate the Fruit of the World Tree – how delicious could she be?’
As she clinked the dishes, I subtly tiptoed towards Witch Eve.
Normally, the old hut’s wooden floor would have creaked with every step, but thanks to my skill 《Stealthy Movement》, I approached her silently like a muffled d*ath.
I opened my jaws wide and bit on the side of her waist, through her dress.
“Hehe, ticklish! Are you lonely?”
Witch Eve squirmed as if unable to endure the tickling sensation.
Her skin felt more durable than I imagined.
Though soft and squishy, my teeth couldn’t even scratch it.
‘Impressive. A very tough body indeed.’
“Little beast, trying to eat me, are you? Wildlings don’t have eyes or noses but can sense everything through their skin.”
Eve turned and began rubbing me all over with her powerful hands.
The assault left me lying flat and exhausted on the floor.
Like a playful puppy, she treated my attack as nothing serious.
Being the fruit eater made her this resilient, huh?
“Cute little thing, but it seems the wild beast within you can’t be tamed. Though, I assume part of it was a jest, some punishment is required.”
The witch straddled my sprawled body. She grabbed both my horns tightly.
“Behemoth’s horns are said to be a tremendous weakness. Might be helpful for you to know.”
—Huuaah….
Just having my horns grabbed drained the strength from my entire body.
Rather than uncomfortable, my entire body tingled as if covered in goosebumps, sending delightful shivers down my spine, making my hips uncontrollably rise and fall.
“This horn is Behemoth’s erogenous zone. Any effect? Can’t use your strength at all, can you?”
She rubbed the tip of my horn with her fingers.
The intense arousal overwhelming my mind rendered me incapable of rational thought.
bl**d rushed to my lower regions.
“Horns will always arouse uncontrollably. It’s said to be a body made for breeding.”
Her face flushed red in excitement as she looked down at me.
“You may boast of being a powerful beast, but challenging me is premature. Remember this gap between us.”
The witch, sitting on my body, slid her soft, white feet towards my mouth.
“Lick it.”
Contrary to her previous compassionate attitude, her tone was unusually authoritative.
“Hehe, good job there. You’re not a magical beast but a well-trained dog.”
Her voice grew coarse with excitement.
I licked her toes as if they were the most delicious treat.
“Hm… Truly enthusiastic in following orders…”
Eve’s body twitched with every flick of my tongue.
Her regal yet somewhat bashful, dual-natured attitude excited me greatly.
“Alright, that’s enough.”
Eve indicated she didn’t need me to keep licking her feet. But I, fully aroused, continued licking her soles.
My tongue slowly ascended, caressing her soft calves and thighs.
The witch who had been sitting on me now lay beneath me.
With my front paws, I pinned her squirming body, lifting her dress.
Well-cushioned thighs and the milky-white undergarment came into view. The fabric was already soaked despite my tongue not even touching her.
With the tip of my claws, I tore the side of her panties. As they slid off, a damp and inviting orifice revealed itself.
Parting her legs, the previously sealed gap opened wide.
The musky sweetness and the feminine pheromones scattered my thoughts and took away my reason.
As my hips rocked, I jabbed nearby with my member, only for her hand to softly grip it.
“Calm down. It goes in here.”
Following her guidance, the tip of my member entered her.
“Hm.”
She inhaled sharply, as if enduring both pleasure and pain.
When my member was fully inserted, her hips began thrusting lightly, as if she’d suddenly lost her balance.
“Hm, as remarkable as ever.”
The pleasure of her gripping my member tight was excellent, but nothing satisfied me as much as witnessing this woman, who had ordered me to lick her feet and whose body my teeth couldn’t pierce, now lying beneath me.
“Haah…”
The sweet moans echoing with every thrust made my ears tingle.
I draped her long legs over my neck and shoulders, then pushed my hips forward.
The position thrust my member vertically into her walls.
“Ahh!”
With a single stroke, she cried out as if she couldn’t endure it.
Encouraged by her reaction, I began slamming my thick member into her.
“Um, ah, it’s thicker than before… Incredible…”
Eve’s face blushed crimson as if it would burst. I clawed her dress across her chest.
The bosoms beneath swayed with every thrust of my hips.
Watching them sway, I couldn’t help but feel the sight would never grow tiresome.
“Haaht, hmfmf… Rul…”
The continuous, almost brutal piston motions eventually brought out the cute wildling chirps again from her lips.
“Ah! No, don’t…”
I licked the long leg draped over my neck.
Every flick of my tongue with its protruding dots intensely stimulated her, making her v*gina contract in astonishing ways.
Too much licking had turned her foot, which appeared swollen, a pale blue.
Upon closer inspection, it wasn’t swelling but her skin transforming into a clear gelatin-like quality.
Every part I licked turned bluish. The tongue now at her chest bit her.
Realizing her chest wouldn’t tear or bruise no matter how hard I bit, I could apply a decent force.
“Ah!”
Every time I bit her chest hard, Eve’s body arched like a bow.
Running my tongue over her firm nipples, she shivered her shoulders, gasping.
“Haaah! G-gritty..!”
She tried to resist, curling her body up.
Attempting to cover her chest with slender arms was futile against her enormous bust.
The immense strength she initially possessed seemed to have disappeared, now comparable to a regular woman’s.
Though her power had seemingly transferred to her lower body, the inside of her v*gina was unusually tight, squeezing my member like a vise.
—Hmmph.
The continuous strong contractions made me c*m into her depths.
Though I wanted to savor it longer, finishing early left a significant regret.
“R-So it’s over.”
Seeing her heave breaths and smile as if relieved, both playfulness and lust arose within me.
With my member still embedded inside her, I thrust my hips again.
“What?!”
Surprised, she squirmed beneath me, trying to escape.
I bit her neck, making her as docile as a rabbit in front of a lion.
“St-stop…”
She lay beneath me, squirming this way and that.
Her cool skin’s texture reminded me of wildlings squirming in my stomach.
Keeping my teeth on her neck, I drove my member deep into her behind.
“Uh… huff.”
Dominating a resisting woman’s neck and ramming a massive member into her brought unmatched conquest and pleasure.
Even after cumming once, my member grew hotter and harder.
Eve could no longer speak, only emitting cute moans of “Rul, rul ing…”.
A wet substance from her lower half drenched my fur. It must have been her letting loose due to the overwhelming sensation.
Her neck arched backward as her body trembled.
Judging by how scorching her v*gina and the spasms were, I realized she had reached a great climax.
Unaware of how time passed and how many times I’d c*m, I continued exploring her body.
“Hm, hmf…”
With my lust finally satisfied, I pulled my member out of Eve.
Whitish liquids gushed out from her widened orifice.
‘Did I go too far?’
Regaining my senses, I looked at the witch Eve, trembling after a seizure.
‘What should I do?’
From the middle onward, I forcibly had s*x with a resisting witch. If this were a world of law and justice, I’d undoubtedly need to wear handcuffs.
‘Will she wake up and be angry with me?’
I was at a loss, unable to figure out what to do.
Then the sound of bells ringing—ding, dong*—came from beyond the cottage.
It seemed a visitor had arrived for Witch Eve.
—Ivy, it’s me.
Along with an ominous voice came a nerve-wracking bell ringing.
I suddenly noticed something odd. The sound of bells under a tree should be subtler and lower-pitched, yet these were too rough and high-pitched.
‘The bells aren’t hanging under a tree.’
I remembered hearing this bell sound somewhere before.
—Ivy, it’s me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Ivy. Eve. It’s me.
