Butcher Demon Chapter 27 Dedication

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VOL. 1 Beauty and the Beast Prison Break   

Chapter 27: Dedication.

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　Abigail .......

　The entrance to the prison slammed shut with a bang. The aliens shuddered at the sight of me and fled without retrieving the apron or paper bag.

　Abigail's lips tightened and she retreated.

　Maybe she was afraid of the unusual way I was shaking with anger. Or maybe it was a flashback to the other day when I had violated her so severely.

　My head had cooled down a bit in the time it took me to get back here, but my body was still burning with anger. She could feel the steam rising from my shoulders. She must be under a lot of pressure. I think it's even scarier facing me right bow than a hungry tiger while naked.

　Abigail is completely naked. All the girls who come here come naked. But the way she covers her top with her hand, she still looks sane. That's good. I was sorry that I went a little overboard last time.

　It had been nice, but now that submissive pose was poison in my eyes.

　A sense of constriction slipping down from my heart to my lower body. My hands trembled at the sight of the all-too-delicious woman.

　......This is not good.

　If I touch her soft flesh now, I'm not going to be able to stop. Abigail is the only potential collaborator I have at the moment, and I don't want to destroy her. If it were another woman, I would fuck her thoroughly without reservation.

　With the paper bag and apron still on, I turned away from Abigail's naked body and sat in the corner of the prison, drooling.

　I'd like to stay like this for a while until things settle down, but it's too unnatural. What should I do?

　No, no, no, wait. If I stay like this, the watchman behind the mirror might send me to solitary confinement for being abnormal. Yes, that's a good idea.

　As I was pondering this, my eyes met with hazel eyes looking up at me from below.

　It was Abigail. She carelessly walked into the bosom of the angry Butcher.

　A bare-chested beauty in front of a raging hungry wolf.

　Foolishness was the only word for it. Was she having suicidal thoughts?

　My heart thumped loudly.

　The Butcher's bright red ferocity overtook me.

　But the next moment, my brain was flooded with cold water.

　I looked down at the tingling sensation crawling up my spine and saw that my apron was bulging. Abigail, who was supposed to be standing there, was gone. I was a little confused.

　I soon realized that Abigail had slipped under the apron. She knelt down in front of me and got under the apron.

　I can feel it. She's slurping.

　I wonder if she's begging for her life.

　She did a great job of stopping me from exploding, but the thick, sticky magma of hunger swirling deep inside of me shows no signs of subsiding.

　It's not just sex that I need now. I also need blood and flesh.

　If you fail to distract me in any way, I will kill you in cold blood, and I want you to leave me alone.

　I had no choice but to take the risk, reach out to poke her head through her apron to send her some Morse code, and then suddenly ...... Morse code?

　I gulped.

　The rhythm of her sucking and licking my cock with her tongue conveyed a single word.

　-- Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry --

　......My goodness.

　Abigail had come up with a lascivious means of conversation that I could not have imagined from her beautiful face. I wonder if she was inspired by my second language.

　Still, she had the nerve to make the first move before I did.

　Abigail hadn't hesitated to humiliate her own feminine self. Even now, underneath the apron, Abigail continues to serve me with a level of intensity that rivals that of a prostitute. She was a professional after all. The elite are amazing.

　Her messages continue.

　-- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry --

　...... Why is she apologizing so much?

　When she saw me standing still at the entrance of the prison, did she think that I was still angry with her for the last time? The two of us, who had parted ways, we're at a loss for words at our sudden reunion. Did it look like that?

　What a cute idea. I'm a monster, cursed by the world, and I don't have that kind of mental gymnastics.

　.......

　...... No, no.

　There is no way an elite spy would apologize to a frivolous man just to save her own life in front of him.

　You have to find out what her intentions are beyond this act. If you can't do that, you'll never be able to compete with a spy. Pull yourself together, me.

She is .......

　Abigail, through our last little conversation, has accepted the unrealistic possibility that there is even the slightest bit of humanity in the Butcher, and she's taking a gamble in the opposite direction.

　Considering the position she's in now, the only way she can survive is to somehow get me to help her. She will never be able to survive alone. I'm the only one who has any interest in her as a person.

　She's lonely too. She's desperate.

　She is alone, trapped in an alien facility, wondering when the craziness is going to hit her.

　In such solitude, she must have used all of her experience to desperately think of a way to take the hand that the horrible monster that is me reached out to her on a whim, and at the same time take the leash to me, until the day came.

　The result was a wholehearted apology.

　Not for anything, not for why, not for logic.

　She was trying to calm me down by flattering me. Her strategy was to dive into the heart of the beast, which may or may not exist, which was a bad bet.

　And she won the bet.

　As I pondered the reasons for Abigail's actions, the feeling of excitement in my heart peaked. It was enough to give me some freedom of action.

　I stripped off my apron.

　The blonde beauty was revealed.

　She looked up at me with her jaw hanging open and her cheeks clenched around my big, red-black, burning cock.

　But instead of fear, there was a glint of will in her eyes.

　I grabbed her by the head and pinned her in place.

　I'm going to do what I came up with too.

　--move, away, dangerous--

　It's a signal by making the whore's rod jerk. It's the stupidest thing I've ever done, but I'm desperate. It was the best I could do to protect her.

　I repeat the same signal twice and remove my hand from her head.

　Abigail nods her head in a confused little nod, still holding me in her mouth.

　Abigail spat out her meat stick along with the frothy drool.

　Seeing this, I breathed a sigh of relief.

　However, however. I don't know what she misunderstood, but this time, she sandwiched my nasty muscles in between the flowing curves of her breasts. I felt a soft squishy sensation, and at the same time, a bumpy point pressed against my belly. I was tickled by the slippery, silky contact.

　Abigail gives me a clinging look and begins to rub my scorching rod.

　No, no, it's the other way around.

　I want you to leave me alone. I want you to be scared of me and move away.

　I want you to run around scared of me, and I will follow you, but I will follow you with a slight physical defect, so you won't be able to catch up. Then I want to wait for the guards to stop me when they see something wrong. Then I'll be sent to solitary confinement to be maintained by Mistress. She should be able to calm me down now.

　I can't, though. I can't deliver such a long message.

　If I put it in your wonderful meat hole now, I will never be able to stop.

　I'll end up eating you.......

　With such impatience in my heart, I clenched my fists with both hands and accepted Abigail's devotion.

　A prison where the only sounds are the *necha* *necha* and the *picha* *picha* sound.

　When I looked into the mirror, I saw the ugly me standing on the ground and the beautiful blonde-haired woman in close contact with my body.

　She was on her knees, pressing her pure white smooth naked body against my lower abdomen.

　Abigail's divine white skin was pressing against the dirtiest part of my filthy flesh. It was beautiful to watch her push her plump breasts up with both hands, sandwiching me between them and using her whole body to serve me, even though her knees were scraping.

　I looked down at Abigail from above.

　I can't see the floor because her tits are so tightly pressed against me. Abigail is kissing my bright red glans, which are poking out from between her breasts.

　Abigail's tongue and face rubbed carefully against the underside of my glans as she changed the angle of her face several times, tangling it with her saliva. The nipple tickles my lower abdomen, which accentuates the stimulation and makes my penis even more sensitive.

"Haa......amm......"

Her breathing slowly began to heat up. The woman's breath sprayed onto the boiling flesh of my rod as she stretched out her tongue, huffing and puffing and slurping and slurping. She also moves her body up and down while squeezing me between the legs.

　She was like an excited dog clinging to her master's leg with eagerness.

　As I watched her turn into a bitch, I could feel my raging mood slowly subside.

　This paizuri doesn't feel all that good.

　But as I watched the way her fat bulge gently enveloped my stiff, angry penis, the butcher's aggression that had been building to a dangerous level inside me seemed to be gently soothed.

　I let myself fall into her chastising rhythm and unleashed my white magma. I ejaculated even though it didn't feel so good.

"Hmm, Ah ......!  ha.........ha ...... *lick*...... am...... chumu......"

　She closed her eyes, but kept her body close to mine, and took in all the animal lust that erupted from me.

　A pool of white fluid quickly formed in the valley between her breasts.

　Abigail licked it off with her tongue from the underside of my cock, over and over again, as if to show me over and over again. It was as if she was telling me that I was your dog. It was an admirable gesture.

　Abigail licked it up with her tongue, and the sperm came out of her mouth in a stream. Her eyes narrowed, and with a face covered in semen, she methodically continued the act until the white fountain dried up.

　This kind of devotion that she showed made the heat in my Boiling Mind go away like a late autumn breeze.

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