Work Text:
“Thanks again Beako. I wish you didn't have to do something like this everyday.” Subaru had his hand to the back of his head, messing up his hair with a light chuckle as he spoke with Beatrice.
Betty sighed softly, her arms still crossed but her posture having relaxed significantly from her initial stiff stance. “Indeed, it is quite a troublesome task, in fact. But… I suppose it is necessary. Your well-being is important, Subaru. I would not have you suffer needlessly, I suppose.” She admitted this with a hint of a blush, turning her gaze away from him towards the bed.
“But Subaru, you should really go see a healer, in fact. I don't know how your body can produce so much in the first place, but the fact that you need to relieve yourself more often as time passes really worries me, I suppose. This started after your gate collapsed, didn't it, I wonder?” She asked, turning to face him again with a serious expression.
Subaru's smile tightened at the edges, the forced cheerfulness not quite reaching his eyes. “It's fine, Beako. Really. It's… manageable. Just a little inconvenient, is all.” He lowered his hand from his hair, a flicker of something old and tired in his gaze.
“Your fluids are charged with more pure mana than most beings can expel, in fact! Even Roswaal can't expel mana that pure! You need to take this seriously, I suppose!” Beatrice insisted, her small hands clenching into fists at her sides. The genuine worry in her voice cut through Subaru's defences.
“It's just… a benign side effect.” He tried to sound nonchalant, waving it off. “But I'll keep an eye on it, okay? Now I just want to shower and go to sleep, training with Garfiel and Clind drained me.”
Betty watched his back, her brow furrowed with concern. She knew he was hiding something, but she also knew that pushing him would only make him retreat further. “Very well, Subaru,” she said softly, her voice barely a whisper. “But promise me, if it gets worse over the next few weeks you'll go see the crossdressing healer, in fact.” She knew he would listen to her in that case, he didn't want to see her worry after all. “I will hold you to that promise.”
Subaru paused at the door, his hand resting on the handle. He didn't turn around. “I promise, Beako.” He said, his voice quiet.
The door creaked open, and Subaru's breath caught in his throat. Standing there, not an inch from him, was Ram. Her expression was as placid as ever, but her eyes held a sharp, unnerving stillness. One slender eyebrow was arched in a perfect, delicate curve, and her hands were clasped neatly behind her back.
“Barusu,” she said, her voice a soft, monotone melody that sent a shiver down his spine. “You are making a great deal of noise at this time of night. One might think you were trying to rouse the entire manor.”
Subaru stumbled back a step, his heart hammering against his ribs. “R-Ram?! What the— How long have you been standing there?” He felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. His conversation with Beatrice, the intimate, vulnerable details about his condition… how much had she heard?
Ram tilted her head, a gesture so slight it was almost imperceptible. “Long enough to hear you making promises you have no intention of keeping,” she stated flatly, her gaze unwavering. “And to be reminded of your persistent need for assistance with your… peculiar bodily functions.” She paused, letting the silence hang in the air for a moment before adding, ”I would have thought your training with Clind would have taught you at least a semblance of stealth.”
Subaru's face flushed a deep crimson, the heat creeping up his neck. “It's not—it's not a bodily function! It's a magical… a magical thing! And what are you doing eavesdropping anyway? That's weird!”
“Weird? Barusu, your outrageous proclivities are what is weird. I am merely fulfilling my duty as a maid to ensure the manor is not being defiled by your… emissions.” Ram's voice was a monotone blade, cutting through his embarrassment. She stepped into the room, and the space seemed to shrink around her because of her sheer, impossible volume.
Subaru's breath hitched. Even after draining himself four times into Beatrice's portals of what felt like barrels of cum, his body betrayed him.
The sight of Ram did things to him that were frankly obscene. Her uniform, tailored to perfection, did nothing to hide the absurd reality of her physique. Her waist was cinched, impossibly narrow, but then it exploded outwards into hips so wide they seemed to span more than half the doorway. Her ass was a colossal, continent of flesh, two perfect, titanic spheres that strained the fabric of her skirt, so heavy and full they looked as if they should have their own gravitational pull. Beneath them, her thighs were pillars of thick, smooth flesh, each one thicker than his own waist, rubbing together with the faintest whisper of fabric. On her torso, she was almost flat-chested, a stark contrast that only served to draw more furious, impossible attention to the monumental shelf she carried behind.
His cock, already on a journey from recovery into monstrosity, began to thicken with urgent, blood-pounding speed. He could feel the stirrings deep within his melon-sized balls, a tide of potent seed rising again against his will. The eighteen inches of soft flesh hanging against his leg began to twitch, then to swell, lifting and hardening slowly, the head already weeping a thick bead of clear pre-cum that stained his trousers. The sheer weight of it was a familiar burden.
Ram's gaze dropped, her expression unimpressed. She had seen this before, every time he looked at her expansive lower body or Frederica's outrageous chest or worse Emilia's… everything, he would turn red, flustered and his pants would bulge obscenely, and he would excuse himself.
She knew his filthy urges weren't his fault by now, but a mysterious affliction linked to his broken gate. It was disgusting, vile, a perverse stain on a man who had done the impossible. A man who had saved everyone. Her forgotten sister, Roswaal, Garfiel, Frederica and the sanctuary, her entire world… This perverted idiot was the reason it still existed.
“Disgusting,” she said, her voice devoid of heat, a simple statement of fact. “You truly are a beast, Barusu. To be so easily stirred moments after being tended to. Roswaal-sama never has such… issues.” The mention of her master, the man she loved so desperately and who would never see her that way, brought a faint, almost imperceptible tightening to her lips.
A tremor, so slight he almost missed it, ran through her colossal thighs. A truth she would never admit: Subaru's size was horrifying… and intriguing. Roswaal was a powerful magician, a magnificent mind, but in basic physical terms he was just a man. But Subaru… Subaru was a monster. An idea, twisted and born of frustration and a deep, buried loneliness, began to form in her mind. He was a reliable fool, despite everything. His timing was perfect, his determination absolute. If only this single, grotesque flaw could be managed.
“Betty's Subaru is not a beast, he just absorbs and stores way too much mana, in fact!” A small voice piped up from the bed. Beatrice had been watching, her expression a mixture of indignation on Subaru's behalf and morbid curiosity about Ram's reaction.
”Yes,” Ram said, her gaze finally lifting from Subaru's throbbing, trapped erection to meet his eyes. “A mana storage problem. One that requires constant, unsightly relief.” She took another step, her colossal frame eclipsing the light from the hallway. “This cannot continue. Your 'condition' is an impediment. A weakness. A distraction.”
Subaru felt trapped between the two of them, his cock now a rigid, twenty-six-inch pillar of hot steel straining against his pants, pre-cum steadily soaking a dark patch into the fabric. “Ram, I… I can handle it. It's fine.”
“It is not fine,” she countered, her voice dangerously low. “You saved Garf. You brought my sister back to me, even if I cannot remember her. You secured every future I hold dear. And I'm supposed to watch you suffer when I could be doing something about it?”
Beatrice's eyes widened. “Ram, what are you suggesting, in fact? I can manage his emissions with a portal at no cost, as I can absorb his mana. What can you offer, I wonder?” Her tiny hands balled into the fabric of her nightgown. Betty was not naive, but the thought of what Ram might be implying was still a shock.
Subaru's blood starved brain finally caught up with Ram's words, and a blush spread across his face. “Wait, you… You can't possibly—”
Without another word, Ram closed the distance between them. Her movements were surprisingly fluid for one carrying such an immense lower body. She stopped directly in front of him, her scent, primal and uniquely Oni drowned by the smell of lavender and something his unrefined nose wasn't equipped to recognize. It was… perfume? And she put on makeup and showered before too, didn't she?! Did she plan this? She acted like it was an awful ordeal she had to suffer through at worst, or a reward and opportunity to rid a person dear to her of their disease at best.
“R-ram, did you put on makeup and perfume? Are you…?” He couldn't finish his sentence. His nuts felt heavier than ever before.
”Don't be silly, Delusional-baru.” The nickname was a half-hearted attempt at her usual demeanour, but it lacked its usual bite. “It is simply your pathetic, lust-addled brain making me look more appealing than I am. I simply felt the need to unwind after a long day's work. And if what I heard from Beatrice-sama is true, then your vile seed is infused with extremely pure mana which I need to survive.” She paused, her gaze flicking down to the monstrous bulge in his trousers. “As an Oni, my body is used to circulate mana throughout my form, and if I were to absorb yours, it would be purer than anything I could hope to get from Roswaal-sama.” She raised a hand, her fingers tracing the outline of his straining cock through the fabric of his pants.
Subaru hissed, his hips bucking involuntarily. “Ram… what…?” He could barely form a coherent thought. Her touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his core.
Beatrice's eyes widened at a realization. “Betty's Subaru will take you on your offer, I suppose.” The small, blonde girl's voice was firm.
“B-B-Beako?! Don't decide that for me!” Subaru stammered, his face a mask of shock and arousal.
“I suppose the Oni is right, Subaru. If she directly sucks out the mana already accumulated, it will have a greater effect than just getting rid of the excess like you do. It's like emptying a leaky bucket in a well instead of wiping the dribbles off the floor. The effect of my method will only become less and less effective as your body produces more and more at a faster rate. But the Oni's will have the same effect no matter how much your body produces.”
Subaru stared at Beatrice, his mind reeling. She was right. The need for release was becoming more frequent, more urgent. He was spending hours a day just trying to keep from exploding. And Ram… Ram was offering a solution. A solution that involved her, her impossible body, and his monstrous cock.
He looked at Ram, his gaze pleading. “Ram… are you sure about this? You don't have to…”
”It is not a matter of want, Barusu. It is a matter of necessity.” Her voice was a low purr, a stark contrast to her usual monotone. “And I assure you, I will not enjoy this.” The lie was so transparent it was almost insulting, but Subaru was in no position to argue.
'If only Rem was awake…' An ache that had nothing to do with his throbbing cock twisted in his gut. Rem, who would have blushed and stammered, but would have helped him without a second thought. Rem, who he missed with a pain that was a constant, dull ache in his chest. But Rem was gone, and he was here, with the woman he saw as a reliable older sister and the twin sister of his second love.
He took a deep breath, the scent of Ram's perfume and her Oni musk filling his lungs. “Okay, Ram. Let's do this.”
A ghost of a smile touched Ram's lips, so fleeting he almost missed it. “Good. Now…” With a swift, practiced motion, her nimble fingers made quick work of his belt, the button of his trousers, and the zipper. The fabric of his pants strained against the immense pressure, and as she pulled them down, his cock sprang free with the force of an unleashed catapult.
It was a monster. A pillar of throbbing, vein-riddled flesh, twenty-six inches of solid, heated steel, its head a deep, angry purple and already leaking a constant stream of clear, slick pre-cum. It swung upwards with a meaty thud, the sheer weight and momentum carrying it directly into Ram's face.
The impact was wet and solid. The head of his cock, hot and impossibly hard, smacked against her cheek with enough force to make her head rock to the side. A thick splatter of pre-cum sprayed across her flawless skin, clinging to her eyelashes and painting a glistening streak on her porcelain cheek. Subaru flinched, a strangled gasp escaping his lips. “Oh gods, Ram! I'm sorry, I didn't—”
Ram didn't even flinch. She slowly turned her head back to face him, her expression unreadable, her one visible eye holding a strange, predatory gleam. A long, delicate tongue, pink and impossibly long, snaked out from between her lips and slowly, deliberately, licked the glistening trail of his fluid from her cheek. The action was so obscene, so far removed from the stoic, composed maid he knew, that Subaru's brain short-circuited.
“Do not apologize, Barusu,” she said, her voice a low, husky whisper that vibrated through his cock. “It is… larger than I anticipated. A truly grotesque tool.” But there was no disgust in her voice, only a strange, almost reverent curiosity. She reached up with her other hand, her small fingers barely able to circle the thick base of his shaft. “And it is so… warm. The mana is practically pouring off of it.” She could feel it, a palpable thrum of power that made her own Oni blood sing in response. Her body, a vessel honed for power, recognized this. It recognized a source of life, of strength, of virility so profound it was almost terrifying. Her pride, her loyalty to Roswaal, it all warred with a primal, ancient instinct that screamed at her to take this power, to consume it, to let it fill her until she overflowed.
Beatrice watched from the bed, already tired of having to watch courting between these two. “Well, are you going to help him or just stare at it all night, in fact? The faster you start, the faster Betty can go back to sleep, I suppose.” She had a small pillow under her head and was now laying down fully, her hands behind her head.
Ram's gaze flicked to the small spirit, a flicker of her usual annoyance in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by that hungry, predatory look as she turned back to Subaru. She gave his cock a slow, deliberate pump, her hand sliding up and down the slick, throbbing shaft. “Patience, Beatrice-sama. One must be thorough when dealing with such a potent affliction.”
”Hmph,” Beatrice huffed. “Just get on with it, in fact. Betty wants to observe the effects of direct absorption on his mana production, I suppose.”
Subaru's mind was a haze of pleasure and disbelief. Ram, the stoic, unflappable maid, was holding his cock in her hand, her touch firm and confident. He could feel the slightly rough texture of her calloused fingertips against the sensitive skin of his shaft, a stark contrast to the softness of her palm. She leaned in closer, her hot breath ghosting over the head of his cock, making it twitch and spurt another thick glob of pre-cum onto her lips.
Without a word, she opened her mouth, her pink tongue darting out to lap up the glistening fluid. Her eyes closed for a moment, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she tasted him. “Disgustingly thick and salty… as expected of Barusu, your fluids taste even more vulgar than your personality.”
GGGGLLLLOOOORRRRRPPP GGGUUURRRGGGLLLRRRPPP
A deep, resonant gurgle echoed from his groin, a sound so primal and obscene it seemed to suck the air out of the room. It was the churning of a factory designed for one purpose: the production of seed, and it was working at maximum capacity.
Subaru's face, already flushed, went a shade deeper. He wanted to die. He wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole. His balls had just announced their presence and obscene productivity to the two of the people he least wanted to hear it.
The sound, however, had a very different effect on Ram. It was a thunderclap in the quiet room, a biological war-cry that struck a chord deep within her Oni heritage. A jolt, sharp and electric, shot through her core, making her colossal thighs clench involuntarily. She felt a phantom thrum deep within her abdomen, a ghost of a feeling in her ovaries she hadn't experienced in years, a primal echo of a time when her body yearned for a mate capable of siring powerful offspring. It was a safe day, she knew, a day when the risk was at its lowest, but her body didn't care about calendars or logic. It only understood power. Virility. The sheer, unadulterated potential for breeding radiating from the man in front of her.
'This is… this is humiliating,' she thought, her pride warring with the sudden, damp heat blooming between her legs. 'To be reduced to a quivering mess by this… this Barusu. This lecherous, idiotic clown.' But the thought was a hollow shield against the undeniable truth. The sight of his monstrous cock, the sound of his churning balls, the sheer, overwhelming scent of his virility… it was unlocking a part of her she hadn't known existed. A part of her that was a pervert. A size-queen. A female desperate for a mate whose potency could match her own Oni blood. Her loyalty to Roswaal felt like a distant, faded photograph compared to the living, breathing, throbbing reality of Subaru's equipment.
“Disgusting,” she breathed out, the word a weak protest against the tidal wave of lust rising within her. Her gaze dropped from his shaft, following it down to its source. And then she saw them.
His balls.
They were not just large; they were a geological feature. Two low-hanging, ovine spheres of flesh, each one easily the size of an overripe melon, pulled down by their own impossible weight, resting heavily in their leathery scrotum between his thighs. They were flushed a deep, angry red, crisscrossed with thick, pulsing veins. They were the source of the powerful, musky scent that was making her head spin, a primal perfume of pure, unfiltered male.
Tentatively, almost reverently, she reached down with her free hand. Her fingers, which looked so delicate and small in comparison, curled beneath the left sphere. She lifted, her arm straining with the effort.
It was a shock.
The heat that radiated from it was intense, like holding a hot stone straight from a fire. The weight was staggering, far heavier than she'd anticipated, a solid, dense mass of potential life that made her own strength feel insignificant. And as she held it, she could feel it. A faint, constant vibration, a sense of frantic, teeming activity within. She could almost feel the countless billions of sperm wriggling inside, a roiling, living ocean of seed desperate for an outlet.
A moan escaped Subaru's lips, his knees suddenly feeling weak as Ram's hand gently cupped and weighed his testicle. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicate yet firm touch on his most sensitive, swollen area.
Ram was mesmerized. The sight, the feel, the heat, the weight… It was a beacon. A monument to virility. A promise of breeding power so absolute it made her own Oni blood sing in worship. She loved them. A dark, possessive, primal part of her loved these grotesquely oversized balls with an intensity that scared her.
Her touch changed. It was no longer a clinical assessment. It became an exploration. Her fingers traced the thick, pulsing veins, her palm caressed the taut, heated skin. She leaned in, her nose brushing against the heavy sac, and…
SSSSSSNNNNIIIIIFFFFFFFFFFFF
Her eyes crossed slightly as she inhaled his scent. It was raw, musky, primal. It was the smell of a man in his absolute prime, a bull ready to service a herd. It was intoxicating. Her own arousal spiked, a fresh wave of slick heat flooding her core, dampening her panties beneath her uniform.
“You… you reek of lust, Barusu,” she murmured, her voice thick and husky, her face buried against his scrotum. She began to nuzzle it, her cheek rubbing against the coarse skin.
“These… These things are obscene. You're a freak of nature.” But her words were a lie, and her actions betrayed her. Her other hand joined the first, both of them now cradling, fondling, and massaging his colossal testicles. She rolled them in her palms, feeling their dense weight, the heat, the frantic churning within. It was a perverse, intimate worship.
Subaru could only groan, his body trembling under her touch. His hips bucked involuntarily, his massive cock wagging like a metronome of pure lust. A thick, jelly-like rope of precum, so dense with sperm it was a milky, opaque white, oozed from the tip and splattered onto the floor with wet plops. It was a constant, slow-flowing river.
“Look at you,” Ram teased, her voice a smoky purr as she looked up at him from beneath his cock, her hands still busy with his balls. “So weak. So helpless. All it takes is a little touch and you're ready to spill your seed like a worthless mutt.” She gave his right testicle a gentle squeeze, earning a strangled cry from Subaru. “I can feel it, Barusu. They're getting heavier. The sheer quantity… it's growing, even as I touch them. Is your body that desperate to breed?”
”R-Ram… I… can't…” Subaru's voice was a ragged breath, his eyes rolled back in his head. He was losing control, his mind dissolving into a haze of pure sensation.
Beatrice, who had been watching with rapt attention, her analytical mind cataloging every detail, finally spoke up. “Ram, whatever you are doing, continue it, in fact. The mana concentration in his testicles is increasing exponentially. Your stimulation is forcing his gate to expel excess mana in response, I suppose.”
“Is that so?” Ram's lips curled into a genuine, predatory smile. “Well, we can't have Barusu walking around with all this… tension, can we?” She looked back down at his massive, churning balls, her gaze filled with a terrifying mix of possessiveness and hunger.
She opened her mouth and, with a slow, deliberate motion, dragged her long, flat tongue across the taut, heated skin of his scrotum.
Subaru's entire body convulsed. A guttural, animalistic roar tore from his throat as his cock lurched violently. A thick, solid rope of cum, not just precum but a full, dense blast of his seed, erupted from the tip, arcing through the air and splattering against the far wall with a loud, wet SPLAT.
“Ah ah ah,” Ram chided, her tongue still lapping at his balls. “We can't have you making a mess, can we?” She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with a dominant, yet utterly submissive fire. Her Oni blood screamed at her to submit to this male, this fountain of life, while her pride as the Oni God demanded she control the situation. “From now on, Barusu, nothing gets wasted. Every last drop belongs to me.” She wrapped her lips around his left testicle, her mouth stretching wide to suck on his salty sack. Her hand was wrapped around the base of cock, thumb pressing on his urethra to stop the constant stream of precum.
She moaned as she tasted him, her tongue swirling around the heavy orb, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with a desperate hunger. Her other hand continued to fondle his right testicle, her fingers kneading the dense flesh, feeling the frantic, churning life within.
Subaru's vision swam, his mind a blank slate of pure pleasure. The sensation of Ram's hot, wet mouth on his balls, her skilled fingers massaging him, her thumb pressing down on his urethra, building an incredible pressure… It was too much. He could feel his entire being centred on his groin, a boiling cauldron of pleasure and pressure threatening to explode.
“Do you want to cum, Barusu? To paint my face with your vile seed? To defile my pure, maidenly body with your filth?” she breathed, releasing his testicle with a wet pop. Her voice was a husky whisper, her eyes burning with a feverish intensity. “Beg for it. Beg for me to let you cum.”
Subaru could only groan, his hips bucking desperately, his cock straining against her grip.
”I-I don't…” he stammered, his mind a fog of lust and confusion.
“Don't what Barusu?” Ram's voice was low, a dangerous purr. “Don't want to cum? Or don't want to beg?” Her eyes narrowed, a flicker of her usual impatience showing through. “Don't be difficult. It's a simple question.”
Subaru's ragged breath hitched. The fog of pure, mindless pleasure that had been clouding his thoughts began to dissipate, replaced by a chilling, crystalline clarity. Her words, meant to be a stinging, erotic tease, landed like lead weights in his chest.
'Beg for it. Beg for me to let you cum.'
He saw it now. It wasn't a game. It was a chore. A transaction. The stoic, proud Ram was forcing herself to do this disgusting, vile act out of some twisted sense of duty to repay a debt. This was just another task on her checklist, like polishing the silver or laundering Roswaal's robes. She was trying to get through it as quickly as possible, and his obvious enjoyment, his groaning and bucking, was just making her ordeal longer, more unpleasant.
Of course. It was so obvious. Why would she ever want this? She was Ram. Elegant, composed, devoted to a man who was everything Subaru wasn't. He was just Barusu. The idiot. The burden.
A profound, gut-wrenching sadness washed over him, extinguishing the fire of his arousal like a bucket of ice water. His massive cock, which had been a throbbing pillar of desperate need, began to soften slightly in her grasp.
”R-Ram,” he choked out, his voice cracking with an emotion he couldn't hide. “You… you don't have to… I get it. You're just doing this because you feel like you owe me. You can stop. It's okay.”
He looked down at her, his eyes filled with a deep, pathetic sadness that was a thousand times more painful than any lustful gaze. He saw her not as a sexual object, but as a person he respected, a person he was now torturing for his own selfish needs. “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry you have to do this. I'll… I'll just go. Beatrice can help me. It's fine.”
Ram froze. Her hands, still cradling his balls, stopped moving. Her entire body went rigid. Her mind, which had been a whirlwind of primal lust and calculating pride, screeched to a halt.
Sad? He's… sad?
The sheer, unadulterated innocence of his misunderstanding struck her like a physical blow. This lecherous fool, this walking monument to virility, was so pitifully devoid of self-worth that he couldn't even recognize raw, primal desire when it was licking his balls. He thought her teasing, her worship of his obscene equipment, was just… disgust? Pity?
A wave of guilt, so sharp and unexpected it made her flinch, crashed over her. She saw it in his eyes: the deep-seated belief that he was nothing but a burden, a problem to be managed. Her pride, her arrogance, her usual cruelty—it had all been misinterpreted as revulsion.
'How can he be so… so stupidly… pure?' she thought, a strange, unfamiliar ache in her chest.
The primal, lustful Oni inside her screamed. 'Show him! Make him understand! Take him! Claim what is yours!'
And in that moment, Ram's pride didn't fight her instinct. It aligned with it. Her pride wouldn't allow Subaru Natsuki to walk out of this room believing he was unwanted. Her pride demanded that he understand the effect he had on her, the power he wielded. Her pride demanded that she break him of this pathetic self-loathing.
“Barusu, you idiot,” she breathed, her voice losing all its teasing edge, replaced by something raw and fierce.
Without another word, she lunged.
Her mouth, which had been so delicately teasing him, now attacked his cock with a desperate, hungry fervor. She didn't bother with the tip. She aimed for the whole thing. She opened her jaw as wide as it could go, a feat of flexibility that would have shocked anyone who knew her, and plunged her head down, engulfing the first ten inches of his monstrous shaft in one, brutal motion.
“GAGGHK—! HULLK—!”
The sound was wet, choking, obscene. His cock, even half-hard, was too thick, too long for her small mouth. It stretched her lips wide, filling her throat, cutting off her air. But she didn't stop. She didn't pull back. She sucked with all her might, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue thrashing against the thick, pulsing vein on the underside of his shaft. Her eyes watered, tears streaming down her face, mixing with the drool and pre-cum that dribbled down her chin.
This was not the act of a composed maid. This was the act of a starved animal. A whore desperate for her fix.
“R-RAM! WHAT THE—?! GYAHHH!” Subaru's eyes shot wide open, a strangled gasp tearing from his throat as his entire world narrowed to the wet, hot, tight heaven that was Ram's mouth. The sudden, intense suction, the feeling of her throat constricting around his cock, was a shock to his system. His sadness, his guilt, was incinerated in a flash of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
His legs, already weak, gave out completely. He crumpled to the floor, his back hitting the wooden floor with a loud THUD. Ram went with him, her mouth never leaving his cock, her hands still clutching his balls as if they were a lifeline. He was now lying on his back, his head spinning, his hips bucking wildly, his cock buried deep in her throat. Ram was on her knees between his legs, her upper body bent over him, her colossal ass and thighs a monument of flesh that threatened to block out the light.
She was a mess. Saliva and pre-cum coated her face, her hair was disheveled, her eyes were wild and unfocused. She looked like a completely different person. The composed, stoic maid was gone, replaced by a primal, lust-crazed creature.
She tried to take more. She wanted to swallow him whole. She pushed her head down further, forcing his cock deeper into her throat, her neck bulging obscenely. But she couldn't. Ten inches was her limit. She choked and sputtered, pulling back for a moment, gasping for air, thick strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock.
Then she went back for more.
Her head bobbed up and down, her movements frantic and desperate. She wasn't just sucking him; she was devouring him. Her hands roamed his body, her nails digging into his thighs, her fingers tracing the lines of his abs. She was claiming him, marking him, showing him in the most visceral way possible that she wanted this. That she wanted him.
Subaru was lost. His mind was a blank slate of pure sensation. He could feel her tongue swirling around his shaft, her teeth scraping lightly against his skin, her throat constricting around his head. He could hear the wet, sloppy sounds of her sucking, the choking sounds as she pushed her limits, the desperate gasps for air. He could see the wild, hungry look in her eyes, the tears streaming down her face, the sheer, unadulterated lust that consumed her.
Her eyes, wide and wild with a feral intensity, locked onto his. They were no longer just the eyes of Ram, the composed maid. They were the eyes of a predator that had cornered its prey, a primal Oni claiming her mate. In their depths, he saw a raw, unfiltered command that was more potent than any words she could have spoken. It was a challenge. A test.
'Grow a pair , Barusu.'
The thought wasn't hers, but his, a sudden, startling clarity in the maelstrom of pleasure. He saw it in her gaze. She was doing all the work, taking all the initiative, and while her body screamed its submission to his virility, her pride demanded that he act like the male his body proclaimed him to be. She was on her knees, worshipping his monstrous cock with a fervor that bordered on insanity, and she was waiting for him to take control.
Slowly, deliberately, while never breaking the seal of her lips around his shaft, she reached up. Her small, slender hands found his, which were clenched into fists at his sides, his knuckles white. She guided them, uncurling his fingers and placing them firmly on either side of her head. Her hair, usually tied so perfectly, was now a disheveled mess, soft and slightly damp with sweat between his fingers. Her scalp was warm beneath his touch.
The message was undeniable. She was giving herself to him. Not just her mouth, not just this act, but the control. She was placing the reins in his hands, daring him to use them.
A tremor ran through Subaru's body. The sadness, the guilt, the self-loathing—it was all burned away by the sheer, unadulterated reality of the moment. Ram wanted this. She needed this. Her pride demanded it.
His fingers tightened in her hair, not gently, but with a firm, possessive grip. He felt her shudder, a full-body tremor that had nothing to do with discomfort and everything to do with pure, unadulterated submission. A low, guttural moan vibrated around his cock, the sound sending jolts of electricity straight to his already overloaded system.
He watched her face, his breath catching in his throat. Her eyes were still locked on his, but they had changed. The wild, feral challenge was still there, but now it was laced with a dawning, breathless anticipation. She was waiting. Waiting for him to claim what was being offered.
He took a breath, his chest heaving. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement that felt like it was happening in slow motion, he began to guide her head. He pushed down, not hard, but with an unyielding pressure that left no room for misinterpretation.
Ram's eyes rolled back in her head as his cock slid deeper into her throat. A choked, gurgling sound escaped her lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated bliss. She didn't resist. She welcomed it, her throat relaxing, her body yielding to his command. Her colossal ass, a monument of perfect, pliant flesh, wiggled in the air, a silent testament to her surrender.
He pulled her back up, her lips dragging along his shaft, a thick, glossy coating of her saliva left in their wake. He held her there for a moment, just the tip of his cock resting on her tongue. Her eyes fluttered open, hazy with lust, her lips swollen and glistening. She looked up at him, a silent question in her gaze.
He answered by pushing her back down, this time with a little more force. A little more speed. He set a rhythm, a slow, steady, powerful rhythm that had her choking and sputtering, her drool mixing with his pre-cum to create a slick, messy puddle on the floor between his legs.
“GGLLLUURRKK! GGLLAAHK! SSSLLLUUURRRPP!”
He was no longer just a passive recipient of her ”treatment.” He was an active participant. He was the male. He was in control. And as he looked down at the beautiful, stoic maid, her face a mess of tears and drool, her mouth stretched wide around his impossible cock, he finally understood. This wasn't a chore. This was a celebration. A celebration of his virility, his power, his very existence. And Ram, the proud, powerful Oni, was his most devoted worshipper.
Beatrice had no understanding whatsoever of this act between the two. She didn't understand why they were enjoying this so much or the emotion behind since she cannot relate to sex. She felt jealous of Ram to be able to clearly bond with in a way she could never but the sentiment didn't go beyond that. What she did feel was anticipation. If the rutting duo went far enough, Ram might get pregnant with his offspring. If Ram had a child with Subaru, then she would never be alone. She had Subaru for now, but he would die one day but if he had a child or a few, then she would have lifelong companions. The idea that her contractor's offspring would share his blood with a pure-blood Oni, creating a lineage of incredible potential. Beatrice was no longer just an observer. She was a witness to the primal ritual that could potentially ensure the start of her eternal family.
Subaru's movements grew bolder, his hips rising to meet her descending mouth, his cock plunging deeper into her throat, reaching 20 inches. He could feel her muscles convulsing around him, her body responding to his every move with a desperate, hungry need. He could feel his balls tightening, the pressure building to an unbearable level. He was close. So close.
”Ram…” he breathed, his voice a low, guttural growl. “I'm… I'm gonna…”
Ram's eyes shot open, a wild, desperate plea in their depths. She pulled back just enough to speak, her voice a husky, ragged whisper. “Then do it, Barusu. Fill me. Drown me in your seed. Show me what a real man can do.”
GGGGGLLLLLLUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRGGGGGLLLLLEEEEEEEE
The sound was obscene, a wet, gurgling that heralded his orgasm. Subaru could feel the sheer weight and pressure of his nuts to force the hyper concentrated nutsludge through his shaft and into the stomach of his devoted lover. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, a mind-numbing wave of ecstasy that washed over him, leaving him trembling and breathless.
Ram's face at this point was sweaty, disheveled, and covered with saliva and precum, her pussy was so wet a puddle formed beneath her. She could feel his hot precum flooding her stomach, a thick, gooey wave that filled her slowly but surely. She could feel the heat of it, the sheer, undeniable proof of his virility. It was a sign. A promise. A taste of the breeding to come. And it made her want more. So much more. Her hands roamed his body, her nails digging into his skin, her fingers tracing the lines of his abs, feeling the muscles tensing as he pumped his hot preseed into her.
Her mind, once a bastion of stoic logic and unwavering loyalty to Roswaal, was mush. 'Roswaal-sama… Roswaal-sama would never… could never…' The thought was a fleeting, ghostly whisper, quickly drowned out by the roaring, primal reality of Subaru's cock in her throat and the growing warmth in her belly. 'This… this is what I need. This is what my body craves.' She looked at him, her eyes wide and hazy with lust, a silent plea for more. More of his heat, more of his seed, more of him.
Then, it happened. The dam broke. A torrent of hot, thick, impossibly potent seed finally left its prison in his nuts and surged through his urethra.
SSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH!
The explosion of cum was so powerful, so immense, that Ram's stomach visibly bulged from the force of the initial blast. She could feel it, a thick, boiling wave of pure life-force flooding her insides, a sensation so intense it was almost painful. Her back arched, her toes curled, her eyes rolled back and her entire body convulsed in a mind-shattering orgasm that had nothing to do with physical touch and everything to do with the raw, primal magic of his seed. Her pussy gushed, a torrent of her own slick juices adding to the puddle beneath her, the sheer force of it making her whole body shake.
The sheer volume of it was breathtaking. 'Even for Betty's Subaru, this is… ridiculous, in fact!' Beatrice thought, her mouth slightly agape as she watched the obscene display unfold. She had seen him cum before, had absorbed countless gallons of his mana-infused seed through her portals. But this was different. This man was pouring amounts of mana to rival the Divine Dragon Volcanica. This wasn't just a biological function; it was a cataclysmic event of magical potency. Her analytical mind, usually so detached and clinical, struggled to process the sheer scale of it. The mana concentration was so thick, so pure, it was like watching a star being born right there on the floorboards of Subaru's room.
Ram, for her part, was lost in a haze of pure, unadulterated bliss. The feeling of his hot, thick seed flooding her stomach was unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was a warm, heavy weight that settled deep within her, a comforting, possessive presence that made her feel… complete. Her body, her Oni blood, sang in harmony with the power he was pouring into her. She could feel the mana being absorbed directly into her system, a rush of energy so potent it made her head spin. She felt stronger, faster, more alive than she had ever felt before.
SSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH!
The second blast was even more powerful than the first, a thick, boiling wave of pure life-force that flooded her insides, a sensation so intense it was almost painful. Her back arched, her toes curled, her eyes rolled back and her entire body convulsed in a mind-shattering orgasm that had nothing to do with physical touch and everything to do with the raw, primal magic of his seed. Her pussy gushed, a torrent of her own slick juices adding to the puddle beneath her, the sheer force of it making her whole body shake.
Ram's stomach, already distended from the initial blast, swelled even further, a grotesque yet strangely beautiful testament to Subaru's virility. She looked like she was going to give birth to a bear, her once-flat stomach now a taut, round dome of flesh. The feeling was overwhelming, a mix of discomfort and a deep, primal satisfaction. She could feel the seed sloshing around inside her, a heavy, warm mass that made her feel… full. Complete.
And Beatrice watched, her eyes wide with a mixture of scientific curiosity and a dawning, terrifying hope. 'It's working,' she thought, her heart pounding in her chest. 'The direct absorption is working. His mana is stabilizing. And… if this continues… if he keeps pouring this much of himself into her…' She looked at Ram's swollen belly, at the look of pure ecstasy on her face. The thought was so audacious, so selfish, so… perfect.
'He could do it,' she realized. 'He could actually turn the Oni into a factory for his offspring. He could keep this up, night after night, using her until she can't help but give herself to him, until she is heavy with his child.'
The thought was intoxicating. Betty would never be alone. She would have a family, a lineage to cherish, a legacy of her beloved contractor that would last long after he was gone. A small, almost imperceptible smile touched her lips. 'Even a spirit like me can tell how hard it would be for a female to not fall utterly and completely for a man that can do this to her.'
She looked at Subaru, her eyes filled with a new kind of respect. He was no longer just her contractor, her friend. He was the unique progenitor of her eternal family. A walking, talking, breeding god. And she would do everything in her power to ensure that he fulfilled this new, glorious purpose. She had a duty now, not just to him, but to herself, to her own desperate need for companionship.
“Aaaaarrrgghhh…. Fffffuuuuucccckk… It's so much… R-Ram… Sorry… Hold on a little longer…” Subaru's mind was gone. His whole world was the hot, wet cavern of Ram's throat, the convulsing muscles of her stomach, and the relentless, churning pressure in his balls. He was a force of nature, a volcano erupting with no end in sight. His hips bucked uncontrollably, driving his cock deeper into her throat with each spasm, each blast of cum. He wasn't fucking her face anymore; he was using her body as a vessel for his pleasure, a living, breathing repository for his endless seed.
'It should be my womb… It should be my womb… It should be my womb…' The thought was a constant, desperate mantra in Ram's mind, a primal, biological imperative that overrode all logic, all pride, all loyalty. The Oni blood in her veins screamed for it. Her body, her very soul, yearned to be bred by this magnificent male. She could feel his seed filling her stomach, a hot, heavy weight that was both a comfort and a torment. She wanted it lower. Deeper. Where it belonged.
Finally, with a last, shuddering gasp, the flow subsided. Subaru's body went limp, collapsing on something soft and warm and ridiculously large. He blinked, his vision blurry, trying to make sense of the landscape beneath him. It was a mountain range of pale flesh, taut and smooth and quivering slightly. His mind, slow to reboot from the orgasmic shutdown, finally pieced it together. He was lying on Ram's stomach.
It wasn't simply distended anymore. It was a Oddamn moon. A vast, taut dome of flesh that had swollen so grotesquely it displaced the furniture, pushing the bed against the far wall and swallowing most of the available floor space. He rested his cheek against it, feeling the faint, tremulous vibrations from within, the sloshing of an ocean of ejaculate he had just personally deposited. The sheer, absurd volume of it was staggering. He'd seen that wagpig corpse Garfiel had crushed Elsa with, and he was lying on a stomach that held at least half that much of his own seed. A deep, satisfied ache radiated from his groin, a profound emptiness where his colossal testicles had once been. They were drained… For now.
He slowly pushed himself up, his muscles protesting. He looked down at Ram. Her face was a mess of tear tracks, drool, and a thick glaze of sperm that had bubbled up past her lips. His dick was sti—
“S-Sorry!” he stammered, realizing he was still balls-deep in her throat. He scrambled to pull out, his softening cock making a wet, sucking sound as it finally vacated her esophagus. A thick river of white followed, pouring from her lips and pooling on the floor beside her head.
Ram didn't react at first. She just lay there, her eyes half-closed, a look of dazed, beatific peace on her face. Her chest rose and fell with slow, deep breaths. Then, she swallowed. A loud, audible gulp that seemed to echo in the quiet room. She opened her eyes fully, and they were clear, sharp, and filled with a terrifyingly lucid hunger.
She grabbed his semi-hard cock, her grip loose but possessive. “Barusu,” she rasped, her voice hoarse from the brutal throat-fucking. She slowly, deliberately, licked her lips, cleaning off the remnants of his seed. “You are… a disgusting, perverted freak.”
Subaru flinched, the old shame trying to rear its head.
“A pathetic, lecherous clown who can't control his own body,” she continued, her tone flat, but a small, triumphant smirk played on her lips. “Because of your absurd, freakish virility… I…” She trailed off, bringing his penis to her cheek and nuzzling it, her eyes closing in bliss. “I cannot live without this. Without you.”
Beatrice, who had been watching from her vantage point on the bed, let out a soft huff. “Finally, I suppose. The Oni has accepted her new purpose, in fact.” She slid off the bed, her small feet making no sound on the floor. She walked over to them, her expression unreadable. “Betty must admit, this is… more effective than I anticipated. The mana transfer was nearly perfect. And the sheer volume…” She looked at Ram's bloated belly, her analytical mind trying to calculate the exact amount of seed she was holding. “It is… impressive, I suppose.”
Subaru stared, his brain a complete and utter void. He looked at Ram, who was nuzzling his cock like it was a holy relic. He looked at her belly, a taut, quivering dome of flesh that took up more of the room than the bed did. He looked at Beatrice, who was observing the whole scene with the detached curiosity of a scientist dissecting a particularly interesting frog.
“Beako…” he finally managed to croak out, his voice hoarse. “What… what is happening? To her? To me? This isn't… this can't be normal.” His gaze drifted back to Ram's stomach, a wave of nausea and a strange, twisted pride warring in his gut. “I… I did that?”
Beatrice stepped closer, her small frame dwarfed by the sheer scale of Ram's bloated form. “It is not 'normal', Subaru. It is a miracle, in fact.” She reached out a small hand, her fingers hovering just above the taut skin of Ram's belly. “The Oni's body is a natural conduit for mana. By absorbing your seed directly, she is not just getting nourishment; she is getting pure, undiluted life-force. It is… reawakening something dormant within her.”
Suddenly, Beatrice froze. Her eyes widened, a look of dawning comprehension on her face. “Wait… that's not possible,” she breathed, her hand finally making contact with Ram's belly. “Hmm. If I do that.”
A blinding, blue light erupted from Beatrice's hand, engulfing Ram's entire body in a dazzling aura. The room was filled with a low, humming sound, a vibration that seemed to come from the very fabric of reality itself. Ram's body arched, her back bending at an impossible angle, a silent scream on her lips. Her belly began to shrink, the volume visibly decreasing, as if an invisible plug had been pulled and an ocean of cum was being drained into another dimension. Beatrice's hand glowed brighter, her face a mask of intense concentration.
Then it happened. A small, nub-like bump began to form on Ram's forehead, right where her horn should be. It glowed an insanely bright pink, Subaru could see it through his hand shielding his eyes as the glow was so intense. The nub grew, lengthening with terrifying speed, sprouting outwards in a spiral of raw power. It grew and grew, until it was longer than Subaru's arm, a magnificent curved horn. It was a thing of beauty, a weapon of unimaginable power, a symbol of her true Oni heritage. The light show intensified as the horn finished growing, and then with one final blinding flash it was gone.
Ram's body went limp, her head lolling to the side. Her belly was now flat again, her stomach muscles taut and defined, her body back to its impossibly curvy but normal proportions. She was unconscious, her breathing shallow but steady.
Beatrice stumbled back, her face pale, her small body trembling with exhaustion. “I… I didn't mean to do that,” she stammered, her voice filled with a mixture of awe and fear. “I was just trying to… to siphon off some of the excess energy. To stabilize her. But I…”
Subaru stared, his mind a complete and utter blank. He looked at Ram, her horn now fading away as she lay unconscious. He looked at Beatrice, who was leaning against the wall for support, her small body trembling. He looked at the floor, which was slick with a mixture of saliva, cum, and what looked like… residual mana.
“Beako… what… what did you do?” he finally managed to ask, his voice a hoarse whisper.
“I… I don't know,” Beatrice admitted, her eyes wide with a dawning, terrifying realization. “It's not… a bad thing, is it?” she asked, her voice a small, hopeful whisper. “Her horn… it grew back. She has her power back, I suppose. The o— Ram's current life is built on the loss of her horn… Would she be happy I wonder?” Beatrice asked herself.
“Of course she'd be happy, Beako! Now, Rem has one less reason to hate herself. Ram will definitely be happy about that when we fix the Gluttony thing.” Subaru said, a small smile forming on his face. A sad Beako is a no-no. A Beako that doubts her own actions and their consequences is even more of a no-no.
Beatrice looked at him, her expression unreadable for a moment. Then, a small, almost imperceptible smile touched her lips. “Betty's Subaru… always trying to see the best in everything, in fact.” She pushed herself off the wall, her body still trembling slightly. “The Oni will be fine. She is strong. And she has you now, I suppose.”
Subaru looked down at Ram, a strange mix of emotions churning inside him. He felt a surge of protectiveness, a primal urge to shield her from any harm. He also felt a deep, undeniable sense of pride. He had done this. He had brought her back to her full power.
“Come on,” Beatrice said, her voice firm again. “We need to get her cleaned up. And you too, Subaru. You are a mess, in fact.” She led him out of the room, her small hand finding his and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“R-Right.” He said, still in a daze. “Let's go get towels and a change of clothes for Ram.” He said, before he was hit with a wave of dizziness, stumbling a bit as he grabbed onto the door frame for support. “Whoa… I feel… weird.”
Beatrice steadied him, her small body deceptively strong. “It is the backlash, in fact. You expelled an enormous amount of mana. It is only natural that you would feel weak.” She looked at him, her expression a mixture of concern and curiosity. “How do you feel? Besides the weakness, I mean.”
Subaru took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “I feel good. Why?” He asked confused.
“Hm. Good, I suppose.” Beatrice's expression was unreadable for a moment. Then, a wicked little smile touched her lips. “It seems the Oni fell for your outstanding display, Subaru. I will look forward to raising your children with her, in fact.” She said bluntly, her eyes glinting with a strange, possessive light.
Subaru's brain short-circuited. “W-What? B-Beako! What are you—”
“Betty is not an idiot, Subaru,” Beatrice interrupted, her tone firm and matter-of-fact. “I saw the way she looked at you. The way she touched you. The way her body responded to your… display. She is yours now, in fact. And if you keep 'treating' her like this, it is only a matter of time before she is heavy with your child.”
Subaru's face went pale. He had been so lost in the moment, so overwhelmed by the pleasure and the sheer absurdity of it all, that he hadn't even considered the consequences. “B-But… I… we can't… I mean…”
“Don't bother arguing, Subaru. Ram will probably take matters into her own hands regardless of what you want or not, in fact. You are her mate now. Accept it,” Beatrice said, her voice leaving no room for argument.
Subaru stared at her, his mind a complete and utter blank. '…'
“Aaaargh! Whatever! I need to sleep this off.” He said, as they walked to the bathroom. Beatrice followed him, her small footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. “And get some new clothes for Ram.” He added as an afterthought.