CHAPTER 429: LOVE NEST PART 1

It’s been about 13 days since Pandora and I started trying to have a baby. At first, it was good Pandora was quite affectionate, even though she’s pretty rough, so it was purely pleasurable.

But that didn’t last long. Exhaustion quickly set in, because I can’t get any rest at all. Pandora won’t let me sleep, and the only times I get to rest are when I pass out.

And when I pass out, I wake up already being fucked. By the fifth day, Pandora had changed a lot. In the beginning, she tried to be gentle and would talk to me, saying loving words.

But over time, she became more and more silent, until on the fifth day, she stopped talking completely. But of course, it would only get worse I had no idea how bad it would get.

And starting on the ninth day, whenever I’d talk to Pandora, asking for a break, she’d simply growl at me. Her gaze had turned wild, nothing like the gentle Pandora from before.

And starting on the tenth day, when I’d beg too much for a pause, she’d bite me not the gentle bites she usually gives me, but serious ones that actually hurt.

The food isn’t "good" either. All she does is make me eat her semen. When Pandora explained to me what it would be like to have a baby with her, I thought she was exaggerating, that it couldn’t be that bad, and that she’d let me have little breaks.

But it’s even worse than Pandora explained. If I seem uncooperative, she hurts me. If I talk too much, she hurts me too. If I try to talk to reduce the pain, she just growls like an animal.

And getting anything is so restricted. If I want food, I have to wait for specific times when she forces me to swallow large amounts of semen. Usually, her tail splits in two, so she continues fucking me while the other part feeds me.

I feel so dirty. The smell of semen is strongly stuck throughout the cave, and my body is absurdly viscous from all the semen that’s already been shot into me and on the floor where we’re lying.

My pussy also hurts. Pandora’s tail is very soft and smooth, so the friction doesn’t hurt that much, but having it going in and out of my uterus for days on end really does hurt.

On top of that, the semen leaking out of me is accumulating on the floor of the room, so I’m getting dirtier and dirtier with semen every day. The smell, which was relatively good before, is now so strong that it’s nauseating.

And every day, I feel Pandora’s thrusts intensifying. Plus, the massive amount of mana she’s pouring into me acts almost like a drug regular sex doesn’t affect me at all.

But receiving Pandora’s semen so many times in a row is really bad for my mind, because her mana is in it. Pandora orgasms very quickly, so I’m having orgasm after orgasm with no pause.

I feel like my brain is melting in this heat, and I’m losing a lot of fluids due to the constant climaxes, but Pandora really doesn’t care much about that since her semen serves as food and drink for me.

And now I’m here, lying on the floor, my breasts being rubbed against this darkness-made floor, scraping against the pooled semen.

Pandora is fucking me vividly, as if the days of doing this haven’t taken a toll on her at all. I’m exhausted, sprawled on the floor, my mouth dry as I have another orgasm.

"I’m...so thirsty..." I look at Pandora out of the corner of my eye. Her gaze is opaque, almost empty, as if she’s not really there. Her expression is relatively cold and sadistic as her tail goes in and out of me.

Pandora doesn’t care when I’m thirsty, because she always gives me "food" at specific times. So if I feel any need before then, all I can do is lick the semen on the floor.

I look at Pandora with tears. The first time I complained about being thirsty a few hours after eating, she held my head and rubbed it into the floor. She cruelly kept doing that until I started licking the semen spread around.

So I know that complaining about thirst will only lead to me being cruelly hurt. I open my mouth, sticking out my tongue, and start licking the semen on the floor.

It’s bitter, mixed with my fluids, and has an unpleasantly intense pungent taste. But it’s the only thing that can quench my thirst.

I lick slowly, my whole body trembling back and forth with each impact on my uterus. I feel like my uterus is being flattened and violated by her tail.

I try to focus on licking the semen, and despite the unpleasant taste, it really does help with the thirst. With slow licks, I’m drinking this mixture of fluids, trying to ignore the strong smell.

I don’t know if I can endure months of this. Will I die before then? Can any living being really withstand this infernal pregnancy process? If I’m in this deplorable state just in a few days, what guarantees that I’ll stay alive until the end of this?

"Hhuhhmmm" I let out a strange grunt. It’s not a loud sound my throat hurts too much to really be able to scream. I hurt my throat around day 7, when the pain really started to be unbearable, and I couldn’t stop screaming.

After all, there were several days of moaning and then immediately screaming, so obviously that would hurt my throat. Now my voice is low and pitiful, with only weak moans and sighs coming out.

I can feel her orgasming again, and naturally, I reach climax as well. My head seems to melt every time she cums, my reasoning simply fragmenting into pieces as her mana violently invades me.

I have about 5 seconds of consciousness every 15 to 30 seconds, which is the time it takes for her to orgasm, according to her own explanation at the beginning. Every time she cums, I spend most of the time in this strange state where everything turns white for a moment before returning.

I can feel my hands uncomfortably tingling I must have hurt my nails at some point, probably from gripping the floor too tightly, trying to still cling to something that wasn’t sex.

But even that eventually ended. Everything around me seems somehow connected to this libidinous act. The floor around us is full of semen puddles, the air reeking of pure lust, and everything I do gives me a pleasure I don’t want to feel.

My skin, covered in semen, is sticky and warm. Every touch on it gives me an electrifying pleasure. The impacts of Pandora’s tail on my uterus make my whole body tremble, which in turn makes everything pleasurable.

My breasts dragging on the floor, my hard nipples being rubbed against the viscosity of the semen, leave me completely aware of everything. If I could just constantly be in that state of unconsciousness, it would be better.

But I see, feel, and experience everything perfectly. It’s a torture disguised as pleasure. And that’s not even the worst part Pandora made it clear that when the egg forms inside my uterus, things will get even worse.

And that process has already begun. If it’s already this horrible without that egg inside me, how much worse will things get? My current appearance is "horrible" to me my hair is messy, and I’m dirty, but my skin is glowing with vitality and I show no signs of malnutrition.

Which makes it clear that I won’t just die and escape this hell so easily. This makes me wonder am I the problem? Did I do something wrong? Is Pandora punishing me?

Is she really just trying to have a child with me? Or is she punishing me because I did something wrong and I don’t remember? Pandora has tortured me in various ways as punishment in the past.

And then she started treating me in a sweet and gentle way, but now she’s back with the same horrible cruelty from the past. So am I the one who’s wrong? Did I betray Pandora in some way that I didn’t realize, and now she wants to punish me?

I start crying again, my tears flowing down my face, mixing with the semen on my skin. They are tears of despair at the idea of having done something that made her angry with me.

"S-sorry..." I mumble an apology, apologizing for having made a mistake, even though I don’t know what it is.

"P-please...s-sorry..." I start repeating apologies. If I’ve done something wrong and I’m being punished for it, then I want it to be over. I don’t think I can endure this for months.

And the uncertainty of whether this is just to have a child or if it’s a punishment makes me feel even worse mentally. I’d at least like to know if all this suffering is really just to impregnate me.

Pandora didn’t seem to want to punish me before all this started, so why is she being so cruel now if it’s not to punish me? Pandora is a manipulative person how do I know she wasn’t just hiding her anger and waiting to make me suffer even more?

"HNMGFFM" My mouth is forced open as her tail violently invades, thrusting deep into my throat and esophagus, all the way down to my stomach.

"Hmmmmm" I feel her tail start to deposit semen into my belly, while the other tail fires semen into my already completely full uterus.

Semen leaks from my pussy, flowing to the floor in large quantities. The violent wave of magic invading me makes me pass out.

But that same magic immediately forces me awake, while I let out drooling moans on her tail. My belly swells from the large amount of semen being absorbed as nutrients.

Her tail stays there for a while before starting to pull out, scraping back up my esophagus and quickly exiting my mouth. I cough a dry, low cough.

"Hggm..." I soon vomit, and all that comes out is this viscous white mass. This isn’t the first time Pandora always injects so much semen into my belly that I end up vomiting some of it back out.

There’s nothing but semen in it. Normally, you’d expect stomach bile, but the amount of semen is so large that it completely fills my stomach, reaching up to my esophagus.

"O-ow..." Pandora starts dragging me across the floor, moving me to a different spot again. Whenever she feeds me, she changes my location, although I don’t know exactly why she keeps dragging me around the floor after giving me food.

I look at her with tears streaming down my face. Even as she sees me suffering like this, she doesn’t seem to care. We started trying for this pregnancy with consent, but now she’s just doing whatever she wants. Do I really still have any choice in this?

My vision starts to darken it seems I’ve hit the limit again, so I start to pass out once more.

"S-sorry..." The last thing I murmur is an apology, because if this is truly a punishment for some mistake of mine, then I want it to end soon, and for her to go back to being the gentle Pandora who loves me.