Chapter 40: Night camp

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I don’t do this often, but I know that some part in these next few chapters might turn people off, I’ll release these chapters together so you can skim through the parts you didn’t like. and the plot will only gets darker from here so brace yourself.

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The march stops at night.

This was the fifth night after we left the alien city.

A cookout is set up outside for meals. I eat dog food so it doesn’t matter where I go, but Abigail and the sauvage girl can’t, so we go to that eating place for dinner.

All around us were alien soldiers.

There are women as well as men among the soldiers, but Abigail and sauvage girl were still worried about being alone. At her insistence, I accompanied them to the dining room on the second night. I’m going with them again today.

Lasher did not interfere with this level of freedom. They are the ones who lash me with the whip, not the ones who control me. They know the dangers of putting unnecessary stress on the Butcher, so they don’t try to restrict my activities any more than necessary.

I’ve been in the carriage for most of the expedition, so it was refreshing to eat outdoors.

It felt good to eat in nature after such a long time. The atmosphere around the campfire was very friendly. When I go there, the air gets tense for a moment, but that’s all. The soldiers are used to the Butcher.

Abigail, walking in front of me, is unsteady and unsure of her footing. Maybe it was because she had been watching the Butcher’s rape in a 4D theater at close range.

But still, I wish her the best. My conversation with her was going well. The progress we’ve made so far has been incredible.

Thanks to her, I’m in a good mood. I can’t wait to be free and do whatever I feel like doing.

Looking around at the number of people who had gathered for dinner and their faces, we could clearly see the scale of this expedition. There were probably about forty or fifty of us. This time, it was definitely a raid on a small settlement – a <Colony>.

There are three types of cities in the area that are close to the alien territory.

<Stronghold> is a so-called military base with a runway and a large weapons hangar. This is a military base with airstrips and large weapons bunkers, where few civilians live. It also has the aspect of an arsenal.

The Fort, on the other hand, is a fortified city surrounded by high walls and heavy artillery. It is home to many civilians. It is a strong city where soldiers and weapons are stationed and fire support from Stronghold is available.

In addition to the fort, there are also human settlements, which are called colonies. This is an informal city form, a degraded version of the Fort. The walls are low and the defense is thin. You cannot expect any fire support from Stronghold.

Of course, there are traditional cities, but they are located farther away from the front lines. Most of the small towns in the fierce battle zone around here are in the form of colonies.

This battle will be easy to win with me. The colonies don’t have enough heavy weapons to threaten me. Even if they did, they were few in number and would be crushed first by the aliens’ magical long-range attacks. No problem.

With that in mind, I ate up the crunchy food ahead of the others and stood behind Abigail and the sauvage girl while they ate dinner, watching them eat at the cookout.

I could see why Abigail wanted me to come with her. The girls were very conspicuous in their simple robes, and the male soldiers didn’t even try to hide their fond glances at them.

It’s not every day that someone is foolish enough to mess with the Butcher’s offering, so there’s no danger. That’s what I thought, but this time there were some badly behaved soldiers in the mix.

Suddenly, several soldiers stood up and crowded my Lasher who was nearby. While the surroundings were buzzing, the Lasher was arguing with them. Well, you don’t have to ask what it was.

Eventually, Lasher reluctantly came over to us, looked at the sauvage girl and Abigail, and reached out to Abigail, looking at me fearfully.

I guess Lasher, knowing that I’ve been fucking the sauvage girl for the past four days, decided that she was my favorite. I wondered if Abigail could handle a little bit of that.

Abigail let out a scream, “NO!”, stood up, and leaned back against me.

Then there was a protesting voice.

A soldier was saying something to Lasher.

Lasher was shouting something back, but then he sighed loudly and grabbed the sauvage girl by the arm and made her stand up.

From the point of view of the soldiers, the sauvage girl was good.

If Abigail was the pinnacle of healthy femininity, the sauvage girl was more muscular, like a former soldier. That must have helped her. Perhaps it’s because the aliens are a meritocracy, and they tend to prefer women with strong bodies.

— don’t, help? —

Abigail asked me, poking.

— why? —

At my reply, she looked up at me in surprise.

In the meantime, the sauvage girl was assembled by the soldiers outside the eating circle and immediately began to be raped. There were wild hooting and hollering all around.

She’s a finished product. She’s been optimized for my butcher lance, so I don’t think she’ll cry out too much.

See? The sauvage girl only makes small wriggling motions. She doesn’t resist the insertion, but she’s not pleased either. She just stares at the night sky with her sunken eyes.

The bloodthirsty soldier who started to fuck her first didn’t seem to like it. Eventually, several of them began to gangbang the sauvage girl.

He bucked his hips for a few minutes and then stiffened his body. After a few moments of lingering, he moved out of the way and took his turn with the next guy, clapping his hands together in a good mood.

If you don’t fuck her a little harder, she won’t come. If you’re going to do this, why don’t you use all of the holes and fuck them all together?

She’s already opened up and can do anal. She’s always getting my hard-on, and she can handle a couple of guys.

Sometimes you just need a distraction like that. It must be depressing to be a butcher all the time. As for me, I like to show off my work from time to time.

Maybe Abigail could join us for a change.

When I looked at her, Abigail’s lips turned pale and she seemed to be trembling from the core of her body.

— what’s, wrong –.

The consciousness of everyone here was focused on the sauvage girl. The conversation was simple. I tapped her on the shoulder and asked, and she grasped my fingers and said.

— scary, help —

and leaned in close to me.

Scary? do you think so?

Alien men are all handsome. you know?

The one she’s holding in her mouth is a handsome elf, and the one poking her from behind is a muscular beastman. I don’t know about the guy holding her, but he’s got a big beard and he’s pretty fearless.

If all of them were butchers, I’d be scared to death, but that’s more of a reward, don’t you think? I think it’s a lot better than having some weird human guy, even better than butcher like me, trying to get you…….

Oh, I wonder if she cares about what I told her.

If Abigail and the others conceive a child that is not mine, they will be considered defective and may be destroyed. That’s why I usually don’t tolerate aliens who try to take advantage of me. I don’t like it when they take my work in the middle.

But with that many people, it’s okay. sauvage girl is drowning in me today, and her womb is still coated with my sperm. All the little sperm from those little bastards will be eradicated. I’m not sure why, but I’m confident.

The sauvage girl is now being sprayed by three people, but that’s still nothing. I could defile the entire body from the depths of her womb in one shot. They’re too weak, those men.

I don’t really want to give Abigail away to them because she’s still halfway there, but I’m not a demon either. I don’t want to deprive you of all your distractions because of my petty possessiveness. You’re my collaborator.

–Oh, they’re starting to make noise elsewhere, too.

This place is going to be an orgy soon, so you’d better enjoy it as much as you can. I’m in a good mood because I’ve been talking a lot with Abigail the past few days, and I’d be happy to play with you two for a special occasion. I’d like to watch you get gang-raped from a third-person perspective. Maybe I’ll discover something new.

A large figure approached, kicking the ground bravely with a zap zap zap. That looks like a werewolf. It’s a lycanthrope type alien.

Wolves are very slow-walkers, so it might be a little hard for them, but the thing itself is normal, so I think it’s a lot easier than me.

With that in mind, I put my hand on Abigail’s shoulder to push her forward, and she squeezed my fingers tightly until it felt painful. She squeezes her mouth shut and appeals to me with her eyes, her eyeballs trembling.

–help, please, Gevaudan, help–

I hesitated, wondering why she was so frightened, and then something occurred to me.

That was it. Abigail hadn’t had sex with me once during this expedition.

Today, she had only been watching me. So in that sense, Abigail might be a little dangerous. Now, if she were to be gang-raped by a double-digit man, she’d have a high probability of hitting pregnancy. So she’s afraid that if she does, she’ll be disposed of. That’s true.

That’s not good for me either. Without her, my escape would be delayed.

At times like this, I’m glad I still have a normal mind. If I were really crazy, I wouldn’t have been able to take her thoughts that far.

— help —

That was all I said, and I pushed Abigail face down on the table and licked up her ass.

If I poured it all over her, Abigail would be able to play with them without worry.