“Mmph, mmnng…”

Egru trembled helplessly, his thighs quivering. The volume of the tentacle filling his mouth was overwhelming.

S-stop…

Due to Gilbert sucking and lightly nibbling his scrotum, shallow climaxes continued without pause. Eventually, Gilbert swallowed the newly ejaculated fluid with satisfaction.

Outside Egru’s field of vision, Gilbert was also ejaculating. Thick semen spilled onto the tentacles sprawled across the dungeon floor.

Unfairly, the living tentacles wouldn’t go anywhere near Gilbert. They had recognized the terror of their brethren instantly crushed to death.

“Here it comes now.”

Gilbert suddenly gripped Egru’s chin firmly as he spoke. Egru could no longer turn his head away.

“It’s coming in to lay eggs. Better not to watch, don’t you think?”

Gilbert met Egru’s eyes with a playful smile. Unlike the tearful Egru, Gilbert appeared childishly delighted.

“!”

Just as Gilbert said, something rubbed against his buttocks before pressing to enter. Egru struggled, thrusting his hips forward, but to no avail.

If it g-goes in there…!

Eventually, a solid foreign object invaded his insides. It moved slowly back and forth, stretching his interior at will.

Aah, no…

Egru felt dizzy, as if he might lose his mind. His tears wouldn’t stop.

In reality, it was merely Gilbert’s finger play, but there was no way Egru could know that.

Imagining the scene of tentacles being born inside him, he felt he might wet himself at any moment.

Gilbert stared down at the terrified Egru. A fragrant omega pheromone seeped from his damp skin.

“You smell good…”

Gilbert slightly furrowed his brow as he applied pressure with his middle finger. When he pushed deep into the narrow passage, Egru’s eyes widened.

To widen the confined interior, Gilbert repeatedly spread his fingers apart.

C-could it be eggs passing through?

To Egru, it felt as if the tentacle was expanding in size.

“Nngh, mmph!”

Gilbert merely watched Egru’s final struggle with interest. Egru couldn’t hide his anguished feelings.

H-how can he just…

How can he just watch? I thought we were comrades.

Was he nothing more than a walking sack of essence to Gilbert?

As his sensitive inner walls were gently rubbed, Egru flailed his limbs. But he paused shortly after.

Why, why is this happening?

Whenever a particular spot was brushed, a peculiar sensation surged. His perineum felt unbearably ticklish, and his toes curled and uncurled involuntarily.

It was his prostate. Unaware of this, Egru’s heart raced rapidly. A measure of self-loathing followed the realization that he was feeling pleasure while being violated by tentacles.

“It’s getting hard here.”

Gilbert nodded toward Egru’s center. Despite having released several times already, it was struggling to rise again.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Thinking he’d been instantly figured out, Egru’s face turned as red as a ripe tomato.

“Ugh…”

Gilbert observed Egru’s quiet sobbing with intense scrutiny.

His flushed eyelids blinked shut. Tears that had gathered in his eyes streamed down.

The amber hue of his irises bled into his tears, making them appear like flowing honey.

Gilbert pressed against the swollen prostate more persistently with his thick fingertip. The more he did so, the more intense Egru’s responses became.

Meanwhile, the confused tentacles merely circled and caressed Egru’s exterior. This was because Gilbert had blocked the only passage where eggs could be planted.

Gilbert continued to gaze down at Egru. His crimson eyes softened as if lost in a beautiful fantasy.

Just a bit more…

Gilbert moaned as he bumped his member against Egru’s groin. The urge to penetrate immediately made his hips move on their own.

No, that’s not right.

The only one I want to be with is the hero. Why am I experiencing lust for this fellow?

As Egru’s plump lips caught his attention, Gilbert quickly averted his gaze.

Rumble—!

At that moment, an unprecedented massive tremor arose. It was the signal that the dungeon had been cleared.

Crackle, crackle…

The tentacles that had failed to achieve their purpose instantly withered and died. The bundle of tentacles supporting Egru in midair met the same fate.

Gilbert lightly caught Egru as he fell.

“Cough, hack, urgh…!”

As soon as Gilbert pulled out the shrunken tentacle from his mouth, Egru dry heaved. His bright red face was a mess of tears and mucus.

Seeing his bedraggled state, Gilbert thought he should set him down as soon as he calmed.

“Let, let me go.”

But as Egru pushed against him forcefully, Gilbert felt reluctant to comply.

“Let go of me…”

Egru sobbed as he spoke.

“No.”

“Why, why…”

“I only listen to my hero. You’re not my hero.”

Gilbert licked away all the fluids soaking Egru’s face.

While Egru turned his head trying to avoid Gilbert, he continuously tensed his abdomen. Desperately hoping for the eggs to come out, he repeatedly contracted and relaxed his rear passage.

Gilbert caressed Egru’s trembling buttocks. Egru seemed too distracted to notice the overtly kneading hands.

Not even knowing exactly what’s inside.

Based solely on the imagination that tentacle eggs were present, Egru kept trying to expel something.

“Not coming out?”

Gilbert rolled his eyes casually as he asked.

“Sob, it won’t come out…”

After breathing heavily, Egru finally burst into tears.

“It won’t come out, hic, it won’t come out…”

“Want me to take it out?”

“I-it must have, attached already. What, what should I do now…”

“I can reach in and break it off.”

“……”

Gilbert continuously licked the moist cheeks. Until Egru finally nodded.

“Put your arms around my neck.”

“Mmn…”

Gilbert inserted two fingers just as before.

Egru lowered his head with an anxious expression. He seemed to want to check if the process was going well.

“Is it here?”

Gilbert asked, wiggling his thick fingers.

As he deliberately pressed down on the prostate, Egru’s half-lidded eyes trembled finely. Hot breathing filled the gradually collapsing dungeon.

“N-no, I don’t think…”

“Here?”

“I d-don’t know. A bit deeper, ungh…”

As the thick fingers kept probing the inside with squelching sounds, Egru’s toes wriggled incessantly.

“Wait, wai-, Gilbert…!”

Excited by Egru’s outcry, Gilbert moved his hand even more roughly.

“Ah, aaah…!”

Egru couldn’t maintain his composure under the intense stimulation he’d never experienced before. The unbearable pleasure felt as if it numbed his brain.

“Now push.”

Gilbert whispered as he once again dug into Egru’s back entrance with his fingertips. Gilbert felt a strange excitement at the sight of Egru straining with a stifled groan.

“It’s coming out. A little more.”

“Sob…”

Egru closed his eyes and applied so much force that his waist trembled.

Gilbert focused all his attention on his fingers being pushed out by the tight squeezing.

“Done.”

Around the time his thick fingers were completely expelled, Gilbert pretended to step on something beneath his foot.

“I crushed the egg. You’ll be fine now.”

“R-really?”

Egru asked, exhaling a breath that had filled him to his chin.

“Did it all c-come out?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure?”

“I said so, didn’t I? Don’t ask repeatedly.”

Gilbert said as he lapped up Egru’s salty cold sweat.

Finally at ease, Egru lost consciousness. Just as his amber eyes closed gradually, Gilbert folded his black tail and stepped aside. A sharp blade swept past the space he had narrowly avoided.

“Now.”

D’Élysée ground his molars as he seethed.

“Put my brother down.”

The tip of his sword, sticky with monster blood, quivered fiercely. Facing this obvious agitation, Gilbert grinned as if he had finally won.