Chapter 58♥♥ – The Waifu Council

Slade rampaged, impregnating the witches without a shred of rationality left.

After knocking the gnolls pregnant, he went after Violet’s body.

The gnoll cub rubbed his tongue against Violet’s thighs, feeling her tender skin. Slade tasted her arousal through the delicious aroma of her sweat. His hips struck her soft buttocks, pulsing small shockwaves that traveled across the core of her being. His rock hard penis felt harder than ever as he shoved it deep in her ass.

The other cub was riding Violet’s chest, thrusting his dick in the gap between her bouncy breasts. He stared at her lovely face, warping in pleasure at each of his strikes. Each moan, pant, and breath formed an enchanting crescendo that Slade couldn’t get enough of.

More. He had to fuck her harder to make her moans sweeter.

Violet’s leg shuddered at the pleasing touch of his tongue. Her ass stretched at each thrust that creeped closer to the back of her womb. "Ah! No! This is too much! I’m about to come again!" she moaned.

The riding pup squeezed her breasts together to deliver his last thrust. Semen flew all over Violet’s face.

She gasped. Warm and thick semen flowed on her skin and inside her open mouth. She licked her lips. However, the taste and smell were off. "Wait… That isn’t slime milk."

The riding cub traveled down her body, heading for her pussy.

"No! This is gnoll semen isn’t it!? Augh-!" Violet moaned.

The double penetration overwhelmed her. Her sensitive pussy and her asshole were pounded at the same time.

She pulled her hands back to escape, but the gnoll cub’s surprising strength held her wrists down. Her feet wriggled helplessly because Slade anchored her legs and wrists. Her pussy watered in arousal when she realized she couldn’t overpower Slade. An unfamiliar lust burnt in her chest.

"H-how dare you!? Ah♥~ How could you cover your sovereign with smelly gnoll semen?!" Violet clenched her jaw, struggling to keep a serious expression on her cum-smeared face while admonishing Slade.

The feral cubs could only hear the rising pleasure in her voices, not her words. They groaned, fucking her egg-filled womb faster.

"Don’t ♥! Don’t fill me with disgusting gnoll semen, please!" Violet’s teary face shook sideways, as if to deny her ecstatic state.

Her whole body violently shook from the stimulation of her ass and pussy. A squirt sprung from her crotch. Even as she came, she begged with her slurred speech. "Naaah! Staahp- ♥ I beg you~♥ don’t put your nasty gnoll cum inside my noble pussy!"

She was at his mercy.

Slade flooded her inside with gnoll semen. It spread inside every corner and creases of her anus and it mixed inside her womb, stretching it. Her belly slightly stuck out as if she had already started her pregnancy.

"No… I’ve been defiled… With gnoll cum… Hehe ♥~," the woman whimpered.

Slade’s eyes widened in shock. His rational mind processed his recent actions. He impregnated the witches with a rough fuck. Violet begged him to stop, but he didn’t listen to her pleas. "I- I’m sorry, Violet!"

Her legs were spread wide and her dizzy eyes half opened. She laughed while shivering in pleasure. "I’ve become a gnoll fuck hole hehe ♥~"

"What have I done? Sorry Violet, I went too far. At least I had an excuse in the dream, but to think I’m doing the same in reality…" Slade hammered his forehead with his palms.

Violet sat upright with a sour face. Her fun was getting spoiled. "Well, duh! That’s exactly what I wanted! To reenact that dream!"

"No, but…" Slade frowned.

"I didn’t say ‘Retreat’, silly! That was the safe word!" Violet pushed her index finger onto the cub’s nose, making him fall on his back.

Next to them, Lorely dazedly stared at them while hugging her knees. "I would have acted if she had said ‘Retreat’."

"Oh… I’m sorry. I just got confused." Slade reverted into a single slime blob. He looked at the ground, sulking.

"Huh? Wait wait wait." Violet reached her hand out.

"We’re not finished yet..." She lowered her hand as Slade wasn’t going anywhere.

The witches exchanged worried glances. They sat closer to the slime.

The mood grew awkward.

Shit, I’m an idiot! I teased him too much, and now he’s full of hesitation again! Violet shook her head.

She pulled her hair in frustration as her pussy dried faster than gnolls could fuck their mom. It was a total disaster. Her heart rooted for him, but how could she fix this predicament?

Griscent’s gaze met hers.

Violet nodded, and her body fell unconscious using Slade as a pillow.

Inside a Prison of Illusion, Violet faced Griscent’s human form. They both sat around a table, riding a luxury cruise ship on a red sea. No mechanical pillar of eyes blocked the blue sky above.

Violet gathered herself. Huh, this place got different…

Griscent crossed her hands over her chin. "Alright, let’s start the girlfriend council. Slade won’t be able to enjoy intimate relationships unless we fix this."

Metiva and the witches weren’t there because the Evil Eye could only use her telepathic skill on a single target, even though Slade somehow relayed his visions to Violet.

Violet bowed her head. "Right, it won’t work if going berserk is the only way for everyone to enjoy sex… Please enlighten me with your wisdom about him."

Griscent snickered. "Who knew that having both partners enjoy sexual relationship was that hard? Humans are really complicated, or maybe you’re both too awkward?"

"Well, opening oneself is difficult." Violet pouted. She didn’t want to put the blame on anyone.

Griscent sighed, removing her sunglasses.

"I know that well… To be honest, I am partly at fault here. I cornered him in a tough choice, and it changed him."

She had tortured Slade, making him even more distrustful towards lust.

"Oh, are you referring to that time when you pressed him to choose you over me?" Violet grinned smugly. She was quite proud of Slade’s decision.

"Not at all, I pressed him to choose between pleasure and freedom." Griscent narrowed her eyes. She didn’t like Violet’s bullshit.

Griscent knit her hands together sheepishly. "He was different before we met. After our battle, he had no choice but to suppress his instincts for pleasure to move on. It has changed him deeply, and now he holds guilt towards his flesh for stepping over his ideals."

Slade had found an incomplete response, which got him rolling. That is… Until it was time for sex.

Violet rubbed her chin, processing the idea. "When the tyrannic mind buries the heart, the latter becomes distrustful and rebellious."

"Yes, fear might be the root. His mind cannot allow his instincts to take over because of what he went through. As a result, the only way to manifest his instincts is to arouse him enough until it completely takes over his rational mind."

"Yeah… That’s what happens when the heart is repressed too hard. It’ll burst open and lash out. His heart fears being chained again, so it rampages hard and fast before the mind wakes up."

"I think it has worsened after he somehow created an alter ego out of nowhere. He threw the hot potato at that ‘Tannhauser’ thing, including his old memories, ego, and instincts. He rejected the responsibility to tune his heart and his mind so he could embrace a brand new slime self. But that’s not working in regular life because slimes do nothing but eat whatever is in range."

"Once we gain a rational consciousness, we can’t regress back to simple animals. As funny as it sounds, I don’t think I could turn into a cow grazing all day, haha!"

"Rather, he regresses back to a slime when he goes berserk. But the result isn’t as satisfying as we think. He can’t identify himself with that thing. And let me ask you, who did you fall for? A mindless slime or his conscious self?"

Violet scratched her cheek. A mindless slime would be little more than a dildo while Slade’s love and support truly warmed her heart.

"To summarize, he doesn’t accept or understand his own nature as a creature of flesh."

Violet sighed in defeat. She was hardly better than Slade. "I don’t think I can help him. I’m just a failed alcoholic warlock, not the greatest role model. So what could I possibly tell him?"

A faint smile bloomed on Griscent’s face. Her eyes glimmered with hope. "You are wrong."

Violet’s heart skipped a beat, surprised by the hope and expectations suddenly weighing on her shoulder. It was one thing to believe in Violet’s sovereign powers, but to think that the Evil Eye would find worth in her person…

Damn beholders… She blinked, flustered by Griscent’s unwavering gaze.

The warm sea wind brushed their skin. The two women sat across from each other.

Violet sighed. She lightly shook her head, dismissing Griscent’s opinion of her. “Look, I can’t help Slade. I’m a washed up hag that achieved nothing for the past century.”

Griscent stared at Violet. “That’s not what I’m seeing.”

What do you know about me anyway? Violet groaned. Did she have to explain how bad of a failure she was?

“I’ve been sleeping and drinking my life away at Lorely’s expense. Without her unwavering support, I would have died in a ditch a long time ago.”

She leaned back in her chair, utterly uninterested in arguing with Griscent. Her sole purpose was to fix Slade and she would leave if the Evil Eye had nothing to add.

“So, do you know how to fix Slade?”

“I have accepted my nature as Beholder, but the instincts ruling me are so deeply different from humans that I cannot support Slade. I thought he accepted his desires, but he only acknowledged that he shouldn’t run away from them. He doesn’t know what to do with them.”

“So the answer is ‘no’. Fine.” She slammed the glass table with both hands to stand up.

As an Evil Eye, Griscent used to yearn for the last stage of evolution. It was the ultimate dream, a blissful paradise from which she never wanted to wake up. Alas, she could only taste a glimpse, just enough to rekindle her desire and torture her soul.

In comparison, reality was such a dreary world that she agonized upon waking up. She would grieve for days, pondering whether she should kill herself. But in the end, she would always resume her mad conquest, putting herself at the fringe of safe territories to plant new pillars.

Slade shattered the ceiling that haunted her, bringing the dawnbreak of her new life. He became her light.

In such circumstances, Griscent was the least qualified person to help Slade. She needed help as badly as him.