Lewd Dungeon Master: This Orc Is Too Damn OP!-Chapter 245: Not Inside!!

CLANG, CLANG!

The orcs in their circle formation and the cockatrices were going at each other with everything they had. The orcs gripped their shovels and fought like hell to hold the line, and the cockatrices were worked up into a frenzy, throwing themselves at the formation trying to break through.

"Ah, ngh, aah...!"

From inside the orcs’ defensive ring, a woman’s moans began leaking out. They sounded like she was trying to hold back pain, but the cries slipping through were screams she couldn’t suppress from pleasure.

Thud, thudthudthud!

And the orc on top of the woman, Shax, leaned his upper body forward as far as it would go to keep her from moving, driving his hips back and forth. Between the weight of the orc pinning her down and the penguin costume getting crushed under him, Shax had to endure the orc’s full weight on top of everything else.

"Ngh, ugh, hnn...!"

And every sensation the orc gave her was converted into pure pleasure by the high elf, Lune.

The feeling of a dislocated shoulder, the feeling of arms being pinned, the feeling of being held down under an orc, and the feeling of being penetrated by an orc’s dick: every single one of it dyed Shax in pleasure.

Thud, thud!

Since Shax hadn’t been sexually aroused when the penetration happened, the inside was naturally dry.

There was no slick moisture to act as lubricant, and the only thing helping his dick slide smoothly against the inner walls was the water already on it. Because the orc had just shoved straight in, Shax felt like the inside was being scraped raw by his head like sandpaper.

And all of that pain was converted into pleasure by a grinning Lune. Shax was going out of her mind; she knew everything being done to her was supposed to hurt, but what she actually felt was pleasure.

"WRAAH!"

"SCREEE!"

The orc kept the same position and took Shax from above. Shax was still wearing the penguin costume, making it look like the orc was doing a penguin. It might look that way at a glance, but the situation had everyone fired up.

Legion of Wrath.

The uprising gene deeply carved into the elite orc DNA was boiling over. There was a thrill: a weaker orc pinning down a female demon far stronger than himself, driving his dick in to the base from above.

Cockatrices.

Beyond the loyalty of subordinates who ought to rescue their commander, the cockatrices, as avian monsters, felt an inexplicable rage at seeing their princess, a flower on a cliff to them, pinned under an orc and crying out.

Pure rage that their master was being violated.

Rage at the absurd situation where the method of subduing their master was mating in the middle of battle.

Rage born from feeling like their master had been stolen: that it should be them on top of her, not an orc.

All of it mixed together, and the orcs and cockatrices were locked in a furious battle.

"Hold the line! Hold until the Commander subdues her!"

Lancelot grabbed a cockatrice by the neck and clung on while shouting. Until Rok got a declaration of defeat out of Shax, the orcs’ job was to hold the defensive line, even if it killed them.

"Commander!"

"Yeah, going harder!!"

While the orcs were holding off attacks with everything they had, Rok was driving his dick in with everything he had. The thick cock barely peeking out of Shax’s pussy was radiating red aura from the base.

Thud, thudthud, thudthud!!

The orc buried himself to the root with every thrust. Driving down at an angle from above, flesh colliding each time, wet slapping sounds rang out and the aura radiated outward with every impact.

"""WRAAAH!!"""

Red energy began surging through the orcs’ eyes, and the ones who had been getting pushed back began to find their second wind. The harder Rok fucked, the stronger the orcs became.

"Cry louder, Shax!"

"Ngh, hh!"

Tears streamed from Shax’s eyes. The ecstasy flooding through her entire body was too much to keep up with, her eyes rolling back and drool starting to run from the corner of her mouth. Her teeth were chattering as she slowly started to drift away.

"Hahaha! This is exactly how I took Andras!"

Rok brought his face close to Shax’s and grinned savagely. With her entire field of vision filled by Rok’s face, Shax squeezed her eyes shut.

Thud, thudthud!

"Aah!"

Closing her eyes made the pleasure hit even harder. The darkness behind her eyelids was going white, and Shax felt the strength draining out of her body as sensation flooded every inch of her.

And then Shax flinched at what the orc did next. He reached out, grabbed her chin, and pushed his head through the gap in the beak.

SLURP!

The orc sucked hard on Shax’s cheek. Then his tongue began moving like a snake toward her lips. The feel of the orc’s tongue touching her lips nearly made Shax’s eyes roll back in her head.

"Mmph!!"

GUSHHHHH!!

Shax gritted her chattering teeth and tried to hold on, but a tide broke loose from below. Even the thought of being violated by an orc, she hadn’t known she was into this; the pleasure was too intense, too electric.

"You came! Hahaha!"

Rok let out a triumphant laugh at the convulsing of the walls around his dick and drove in even harder. Before Shax could even register the aftershocks of her climax, he pulled out, coated his dick in the gushing tide, and thrust back inside.

Slap, slap!

The wet, splashing sounds started filling the whole cavity like they were fucking underwater. The battle between the orcs and cockatrices began to ebb, and everyone started focusing on the fight happening in the center of the cavity.

"Ngh, ahh!!"

Shax finally couldn’t hold back the moans. Her mouth fell open wide like the beak above it, and she let out a scream soaked in pleasure that nearly shook the dungeon apart.

"I’m, I’m going to die, please stop!!"

Shax started shaking her head and begging. Her face was flushed bright red, her tongue lolling out, eyes glazed over.

"If you, hh, keep going I’m going to lose my mind!"

"Then lose it to Ras! Lune! Switching positions! Tear the bottom open!"

"Got it!"

While Rok pressed down on Shax’s right shoulder, Lune moved in toward the point of penetration and quickly drew a dagger, slicing the penguin costume open vertically. The penguin outfit split in half from the crotch up, and the water packed inside started soaking the dirt floor.

"Hahaha! Look at this! Every drop of that water is what your commander squeezed out! We’re talking water park levels here!"

"Y-you—!"

Shax fixed bleary eyes on him and twisted her body, reaching out a hand. Even being pinned under him, she still had a little more raw strength than Rok, and she managed to get a hand on his face.

"You little—!"

Lick.

"SCREEEE!"

The creepy feeling on her palm made Shax yank her hand back on reflex. The moment Shax grabbed his face, Rok ran his tongue across her palm, and Shax recoiled in shock and pulled away. Blood started dripping from the bridge of Rok’s nose.

"That stings like hell! But stupid move! Did you really think I just let myself get grabbed?!"

Rok had already switched positions long before. Shax hadn’t even noticed her legs being lifted to either side, or that the orc was now supporting her thighs from below.

"Mating Press! Luna got broken by this one move too!"

"D-don’t tell me...!"

"That’s right!"

Rok slipped a hand behind Shax’s back. He set his chin on the penguin beak, face-to-face, body pressed flush with nothing between them.

"Shax, this is the deciding match! Lune, back off!"

Rok waved Lune aside too, channeling every ounce of strength 1-on-1 into his hips. Shax’s right arm came free, and so did her legs. Shax, who had paradoxically cleared her head after coming once, nearly lost her mind at the sheer intensity of what was bearing down on her.

"1-on-1... you want to do this...ngh?!"

"If you finish first, I win!"

"What kind of bull—aahn!"

Shax bit her lip at Rok’s barely-logical proposal. Then, even while the orc was pouring his desires into her, she managed to twist the corner of her mouth.

"Who do you think... is going to accept a deal like that?! What are you, ngh, doing! Fight! Fight and kill me!"

Shax’s voice carried enough killing intent to bury Rok and the orcs where they stood. Hearing their master’s voice, the cockatrices snapped back as if possessed and threw themselves at the orcs again.

SCREEEEEE!!

It was no longer about breaking the defensive line; they looked like they’d gone completely mad with the sole purpose of killing the orcs.

"Legion of Wrath! Fight like your lives depend on it! I’ll fight like mine does to finish this woman off! RAS!!"

"""RAAAAAS!!"""

The orcs also broke out of their defensive formation and started going all-out to kill the cockatrices. Every time shovel met beak, Rok’s dick pounded against the inside of Shax’s belly.

"Taking the hard way, are we!"

"I, I refuse to accept this kind of, ahh?!"

Shax couldn’t even finish a sentence, just screaming. After Rok twisted his hips and ground his head against the inner wall, his tip finally reached Shax’s cervix.

"Hh, hah...!"

Shax took a deep breath and locked her legs around Rok’s waist. She wasn’t going to let the orc keep thrusting back and forth. The dick was still pressing, on the verge of punching through, her cervix, but at least she could stop him from moving.

Tremble, tremble.

"Hh, hh, haah...! How’s that?! Can’t thrust anymore, can you?!"

Rok twisted and strained, but with Shax’s legs clamped and pulling him in, he couldn’t pull back out. Shax’s expression turned smug, and Rok pulled his lips into a wry smile.

"You still have this much strength...?!"

"Damn right!"

Shax raised one arm and dug her nails into Rok’s bare back. The nails definitely bit into bare skin, and Rok’s expression twisted in pain.

"What?! Fighting while mating?! Cut the crap! Who the hell calls this a fight?! I won’t stand for this as a dungeon master either!"

"Heh heh heh...! Now we’re getting somewhere! But what are you going to do about it! You’re done now!"

Rok put his strength into his legs and lifted Shax clean off the ground. With Shax clinging to Rok with everything she had, it actually made it easier for him to lift her.

"Wh-what?!"

"WRAAH!!"

Rok let out a roar and straightened up. In an instant he had his legs fully extended, and just like that Shax was hanging off him.

Drip, drip, drip!

The water covering both their bodies began raining down to the ground. Rok’s bloodied sweat and Shax’s juices started pooling below them.

"Ah, ngh, ugh!"

Shax pulled her nails out and tried to push him away. But the sensation coming from behind her back made her arms go limp.

"Nngh?!"

Something was pushing into her ass. A glint came into Rok’s eyes, and Shax got chills at the soft, yielding sensation being pushed into her.

"Good work! Lune!"

"An elf?! Sth-stop! I’ll kill you...!"

Lick, lick!

Lune ignored Shax’s threat entirely and started pushing slime mucus in with her tongue. The aphrodisiac component of the slime mucus was instantly absorbed through the rectal wall, and Shax’s leg grip began loosening bit by bit.

"If you do that, you’ll—!"

"Hmm, what?"

Shax looked down, and there was Lune, face not even slightly red, grinning with her tongue still coated in mucus.

"Feels pretty good to me."

"Lune, the victory chant!"

Rok gripped Shax’s waist and bent his knees. Whether Shax swung her arms or not, Lune was stabbing at Shax’s weak spot with her tongue, and the momentum was shifting.

"You think you’re the only one who’s got plenty of it?! I’ve got plenty too, you hear me!"

Rok bounced Shax up and down on his dick like a fleshlight and picked up the pace. Shax felt the dick inside her getting harder and harder and knew with certainty that something had gone very wrong.

"D-don’t tell me...?!"

"When you’re in, you finish inside: that’s just common decency!"

"N-not inside!!"

"Inside!"

Rok suddenly let go of the hand that had been around Shax’s back. Her body floated in the air for a split second, and on pure instinct Shax grabbed for something to hold onto.

"Hk."

Rok.

"Look at you hugging me like you love it! HYAAH!"

Spurt, spurt, spurt.

Rok twisted his head back into Shax’s beak. The hot, filling sensation inside her belly made Shax’s mind go blank. And in that moment, without even realizing it, she was pressing her tongue against his, and every last bit of strength left her body.

"This isn’t a battle..."

Thud.

Shax could no longer hold herself together, and she slumped forward, beak pressing into Rok’s shoulder, and passed out.

"Ugh."

Rok bit his lip at the steel-hard beak now dug into his shoulder. On top of the beak, the walls clenching down as she passed out had his dick in a grip that felt like it was about to cut off circulation. But he kept coming anyway.

"SCREEE! Master?!"

"I’m, fine. Finishing more inside... hh."

Thanks to Lune’s ejaculation-enhancing sex magic, the flow didn’t stop, but the clenching was so extreme that Rok had no choice but to pull out.

SPLOOOOSH---!!

White, sticky cum sprayed out through the gaps in the costume. It dripped down like rain rather than water: Rok’s load was something else entirely.

"Hah, haHAHAHA...!!"

Rok, bleeding freely, screamed at the top of his lungs.

"I, I WON------!!"

Rok had finally succeeded in making Shax pass out.

Whatever the process may have been.

SCREEEEEE!!

And with all control gone, the worked-up cockatrices began to go berserk. Their bloodshot eyes were all fixed on Shax, still impaled on Rok, and from between their legs something was sticking out like a corkscrew.

"...Shit."

Rok could tell right away. Those eyes were no different from the look he’d been giving Shax himself. So Rok thrust back inside Shax and started sprinting.

"Everyone to floor 1, RUN----!!"

SCREEEEEEEEEE!!!

The cockatrices started charging madly toward Shax, toward Rok.