Lewd Dungeon Master: This Orc Is Too Damn OP!

Chapter 398: This Can’t Be Me

Squelch, squelch.

The tentacles writhed sluggishly, pressing against her entire body. Their movements had picked up again as they worked to push out the eggs. The bundle of tentacles stuffed inside her mouth slowly began to squirm.

"...Urgh."

Levis Ann fought back the urge to retch. She wanted nothing more than to clench her teeth and bite through the tentacles right then and there, but she already knew that the more she resisted, the more aggressively they would violate her.

She’d been through it countless times. Having her tongue ravished as if in a violent kiss was bad enough, but the tentacles defiled every inch of her mouth, from the roof to the underside of her tongue.

Once, a tentacle had scraped its way to the very edge of her throat, crushing her airway, and Levis Ann had nearly died for real. After that, she never tried to bite the tentacles again.

Squelch, squelch.

The tentacles rubbed relentlessly against every inch of her body. The tips, revolting just to look at, resembled the glans of the man she despised more than anything, and Levis Ann could feel that sensation even before they made contact.

From head to toe, there wasn’t a single spot those cock-tipped tentacles hadn’t touched. The tips happened to feel exactly like a glans, so every time one brushed against her, it felt as though the orc were pressing his cock against her entire body.

"...."

Levis Ann’s cheeks suddenly burned hot. She was a half-dragon and the commander of the Holy Knights. When had she ever been slapped across the face with a cock, by a man, by a monster? More than being seeded inside, more than having those vile parasites forced into her rear, more than being made to lay eggs time after time; this was the most revolting of all, and it made her want to die.

She wanted to die.

If death were a peaceful sleep, Levis Ann would have gladly stopped clinging to life right then and there.

No matter how many times she told herself the Holy Knights and the Saintess would come to save her, no matter how many times she vowed that light would come if she just held on long enough, the suffering of this very moment was beyond anything she could have imagined.

Maybe she should beg them to kill her again. If she truly wished for it, perhaps someone who pitied her would grant her a merciful end. The women who followed the orc around had certainly been looking at her with pity in their eyes.

"Grrrr...!"

The thought made her blood boil. As an heir to dragon blood, a half-human, half-dragon with draconic power running through half her veins, being captured by a mere orc was utterly humiliating.

But her body wouldn’t respond. Before she could even tense a muscle, the tentacles pressed down on her as if commanding her to relax. Trying to summon her divine power was just as futile.

Hummm.

A geometric pattern of intertwined purple and green surfaced on Levis Ann’s lower abdomen. Her silver divine power was absorbed into the pattern, transforming into an aphrodisiac that inflamed her senses. The succubus’s sex magic had twisted all of Levis Ann’s sensations in unimaginable ways.

Pain became pleasure.

Pleasure became even greater pleasure.

Hunger became lust.

And most crucially, divine power became aphrodisiac.

The Goddess’s Power that Levis Ann took such pride in had become nothing more than lust corrupting her mind.

"Grrrr, grrr...."

Levis Ann ground her teeth and fought back the desire. She wanted nothing more than to rock her hips and drive the tentacles deeper inside her. But she held back, because her hatred for the orc who had reduced her to this state was the one thing even the succubus couldn’t touch.

Even if she died, she would kill him first.

The moment he thrust himself inside her, spouting his usual line about making her die of pleasure, Levis Ann would use every last ounce of her strength to crush his cock and drag him to the afterlife with her.

She would never break. Thankfully, the tentacles’ movements had slowed considerably, and she could handle this much...

"Hyaaahn!!"

".....Ngh."

Levis Ann held her breath. She had certainly been holding back her own climax, but the pleasure transmitted through the tentacles whispered to her like a sweet voice in her ear.

"Yes, yesss...! Lord Flauros, harder, please!!"

The golden-haired fallen angel, Lucifer, begged and whined at the tentacles. The tentacle tree called Flauros waved a single tendril back and forth in front of Lucifer’s face.

"Nom."

Lucifer took the tentacle into her mouth. The sight of her savoring it like a delicacy made Levis Ann’s stomach turn.

"Urp."

The tentacle inside Levis Ann’s mouth began to stir as well. The mucus oozing from its tip was thick, yet tasted like sweet cream cheese. That distinctive taste and smell was what drove Levis Ann insane.

"Don’t be fooled. It’s semen."

Levis Ann repeated it to herself over and over. That wicked succubus had undoubtedly tampered with her sense of taste. She was absolutely certain this was a vile trick to make her willingly swallow the mucus filling her mouth by disguising it as food.

"Hah, hah."

Lucifer held a tentacle in each hand, alternately biting and sucking on them. Finally unable to bear it any longer, Levis Ann grabbed the tentacle, pulled it from her mouth, and screamed.

"You bitch! You call yourself the Demon King’s daughter! How can you do something so degrading?!"

"Hmm...? I’m a woman before I’m the Demon King’s daughter. When you lose to Master, this is just what happens. Mwah."

Lucifer licked the tentacle and began rocking her hips back and forth. The tentacles inserted in both her front and rear began to vibrate violently.

"Ahn, Master, haaah...."

"Crazy bitch."

Levis Ann spat the words and opened her mouth again. Flauros permitted minimal conversation but never left her mouth empty for long. If she clamped her mouth shut, it would force it open with even greater strength and pleasure, so it was better to comply willingly.

Squelch, squelch.

The glans-shaped tentacle pushed back in, pressing her tongue down. The ridges along the shaft scraped across the roof of her mouth, tickling her gently.

"...."

How much longer would she have to endure this sickening pleasure? Levis Ann was willing to marry whoever saved her from this hellhole. Even if he was bald.

Flutter.

One tentacle began thrashing wildly from side to side. At the same time, every tentacle lodged inside her pulled out at once. Levis Ann bit her lip until it bled as a storm of pleasure surged from her toes to the crown of her head.

"Ngh, hrrk, kyaaah?!"

Shudder. Levis Ann’s back arched like a bow. Her body, suspended in midair, swayed violently.

"Aaah, aaaaaah?!!?"

She hated this sensation with every fiber of her being. The feeling of being forcibly stretched open, of something massive sliding out from deep within her belly, was anything but pleasant. Levis Ann, who had never given birth before, had already laid eggs more times than she could count since arriving here. She had stopped keeping track after the third.

How many more times would she have to scream at the peak?

How many more eggs would she have to lay?

How much more time would she have to spend in this cursed time chamber?

"No more."

Levis Ann gave up thinking and surrendered to the heavy pull of sleep.

***

Smack!!

Her cheek stung. Levis Ann snapped awake. For a moment she feared it was that damn orc cock slapping her face, but no, she had definitely been slapped by a hand. And the power she felt in her cheek was achingly familiar.

"Divine power?"

Someone with divine power had slapped her? Levis Ann was sure it was that rotten elf. That fallen heretic who had sided with the orc despite possessing the Goddess’s Power.

"Ptoo!"

Levis Ann spat out the saliva pooled in her mouth. The tentacle cock’s mucus had mixed with her saliva until it was clotted. Levis Ann felt a surge of satisfaction as the reddish mucus stained the white priestly robes before her...

"Wha...?"

"...Tsk."

Levis Ann slowly raised her head. Standing there was someone she knew, someone she believed without a doubt would save her, someone she loved more than anything, wiping her hand clean with a look of contempt.

"What was that? Ovulation? Or perhaps an expression of your desire to lay more eggs?"

"Be quiet, Legion Commander. Before I crush these eggs."

Whoosh.

The woman in priestly robes, the Saintess, scattered divine power over the mucus trickling down from her midsection. The traces of mucus and saliva on her robes quickly vanished.

"Levis Ann. Do you remember me?"

"S-Saintess!"

"Yes. The Saintess."

The Saintess met Levis Ann’s gaze with a gentle smile. It wasn’t the Saintess who had knelt down; rather, Levis Ann’s suspended body had been hoisted upward. The orc had raised her by pulling the tentacle cocks like a pulley. The Saintess stepped back from Levis Ann with contempt in her eyes.

"I should have seen through you the moment I learned your name was Levis Ann."

"Wh-what?!"

"’Thanks’ to you, the human alliance has been plunged into crisis. Starting with the elves, all sorts of demi-humans began joining the Demon King’s Army. You are the one who dragged humanity to ruin."

"Wh-what are you talking about?!"

"How detestable. When you shared my bed, you must have been looking at me with those same eyes. Legion Commander, a final farewell is unnecessary. Looking at that clueless expression of hers is so disgusting it’s driving me mad."

The Saintess turned and disappeared down the corridor. Levis Ann was left dumbfounded by the Saintess’s sudden appearance.

"Wh-what on earth just...?"

"Seems the Saintess had a lot on her mind. The very woman she trusted with the Holy Knights turned out to be the catalyst for humanity’s destruction. Hehehe. Do dragons always sleep that much?"

"Wh-what are you talking about?! Explain so I can understand!"

"Simple. Someone raped the elves, so the elves sided with the Demon King’s Army. Dwarves and every other demi-human race followed suit. Humanity was isolated, and after a long war, humanity lost. Only when they were driven to the brink of extinction did they accept becoming one with the Demon King’s Army and the monsters."

"Don’t make me laugh! This is a trick! The Saintess would never look at me like that!!"

"Sure. But how do you think people reacted? There were already plenty of rumors swirling about whether you and the Saintess were lovers. How do you think people reacted when they were told you raped the elves?"

"It’s fabricated!"

"Hehehe. If the lie is exposed, then yes, it’s a fabrication. But if people believe it as truth, then it becomes truth. Ah, this is what’s called fake news. A truly wonderful technique for manipulating the foolish masses."

Levis Ann’s heart sank. Had the orc really told the entire world she was a criminal who raped elves?

"The Holy Knights stationed in the Leo Marquisate were all burned at the stake as heretics. The story was that they were rapists, assembled under their commander’s orders to assault elves. Some were so wracked with guilt over being suspected that they took their own lives. And those who resisted to the end? We let them have a taste of elf. About two in ten became Ras-Knights in our legion and turned their swords against humanity."

"You’re lying. That can’t be true...!"

"Whether it’s a lie or not is up to you to decide. What matters is that you’ve outlived your usefulness. It’s about time to throw out a used-up rag."

"What...did you say?"

Being treated as an object, a rag no less, was infuriating enough, but being discarded on top of that? Levis Ann squeezed out what remained of her strength and swung her arm.

Grab!

But the orc caught her wrist with effortless ease. Only then did Levis Ann realize, to her horror, that her hand had become the delicate hand of an ordinary woman, no different from a human’s.

"What...?!"

"With every egg you laid, your wings shrank. With every egg you laid, your horns gradually withered away. Keheheh. Thanks to that, our legion was able to take on the world. All thanks to your dragon power, and no one else’s. Bwahaha!!"

The orc drew back the curtain behind him. Behind it stood a massive glass mirror, the kind one might find in any royal palace, reflecting Levis Ann.

"Ah, aaaaaah?!"

No horns. No wings. No tail. Even her eyes were round, like an ordinary human’s. There was nothing left on Levis Ann’s body that could be called "dragon."

"This can’t be! It’s an illusion! A fake you created to deceive me!!"

"An illusion? Seems you need another taste of the heat before you’ll accept the truth."

The orc spread his robe open.

"Ah, this is what’s known as a corpus cavernosum dragon."

There, a fearsome dragon was rising toward the heavens.