ACR - Ch6 Bonus

This is a deleted sex scene from Chapter 6. It starts right after the ambush, and this is basically an alternate version of Chapter 6. There's also a little bit after the sex scene, as the post-ambush scene changes a little.

Note that this sex scene isn't purely vanilla, and contains a large insertion (i.e. a huge cock) and a touch of cumflation (that's a fetish tag) at the end. Skip if you're not interested.

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Slumped over the table, ass sticking out, the crowgirl was vulnerable. She cursed and rubbed her face.

His crest flared and purple chains etched themselves onto the crowgirl’s skin. Lyle grunted as an immense pressure struck his mind.

Like the Vierfach, the crowgirl’s corruption was intense. This spell was difficult to use on powerful monstergirls, but he hadn’t expected this one to cause any trouble. Instead he found his grip on her corruption slipping.

The spell restricted her monstergirl abilities. While it was active, it prevented her from summoning her shadow talons or hood. A necessity to prevent her from tearing Lyle to shreds while he questioned her.

He stepped up behind her and threw her to the ground, then placed his sword against her neck. She stopped screeching and writhing, and instead stared at him in terror. And something else.

“Why did you attack me?” he asked her.

“Male needs fucking,” she said, licking her lips. “Learn place. Join breeding hall like other males.”

He sneered. “That’s it? You just want sex?”

She let out a sniggering laugh, that almost sounded musical due to her bird-like nature. “You small, I guarantee it. You see massive dick earlier. Need to make you good male. Then use you.”

That sounded like a challenge.

He removed his crotch plate while she lay beneath him. At the same time, he channeled his magic again.

Talented mages knew how to reinforce and maintain spells after they had been cast. Lyle’s crest was more than capable of restraining the crowgirl. The issue was that he didn’t have the talent. Now that the spell had been cast, he could only monitor it and feel the constant drain on his magic.

The plus side was that he was free to cast additional spells.

He had a different objective this time. A purple glow appeared within his pants, emanating from his crotch. The crowgirl stared at it. He smelled her arousal, and saw the juices pouring over her naked thighs.

When he undid his pants and popped his cock out, she stared at it.

And stared. And stared.

“Well?” he said. “Do I need to learn my place? Or are you going to accept yours and beg for it?”

“So big,” she murmured. “Too big?”

“Oh, then I’ll put it away.” He shrugged and pretended to start casting another spell.

She squawked repeatedly when his crest glowed again. “No, no, no! Great cock! Please, please, please!”

He took his foot off her and allowed her to move. In a heartbeat, she shot to his crotch, her tongue slathering saliva along his length. She slipped along his tip, and around the shape of his glans. Her eyes ignored him, focused entirely on her prize.

Now, that wouldn’t do, would it? This wasn’t a reward.

He ripped her clothes off and picked her up. His arms wrapped around her body and held her firmly in place so she couldn’t move. Her head sat beneath his, her huge breasts shaking back and forth as she tried to fight her way out of his grip. Huge black wings flapped wildly in the air, visibly showing her excitement at what was to come.

She stared down at the gigantic cock rubbing against her pussy lips and sticking between her legs, then grinned up at him. “Big male. You want me?”

“I said you need to beg for it,” Lyle said. “Beg.”

A long pause.

“Fuck,” she said.

“Who?”

“Me, me, me,” she chirped out, writhing in his arms and trying to impale herself on his cock.

The crowgirl twisted in his arms, her back pressed against his chest. The talons on her feet brushed against his legs in her flailing, and she cawed loudly. Her breasts bounced around in his vision and he felt her press her crotch against his own a few times, leaving wet patches along his shaft.

Lyle didn’t need to imagine what she would have done to him given the chance. She’d clearly been imagining it for a while, given how wet she appeared to be. He planned to enjoy her, and leave her as an example to the other birdgirls.

Lyle held her tightly against himself as he prepared to shift positions. Her crotch ran like a river, dripping onto his now-elongated shaft.

He pressed his cock against her naked torso and it came up far too high for a human to safely take inside themselves. But the crowgirl wasn’t human. She was more than capable of handling him.

With one hand, he hefted her body above his massive, distorted member. Her eyes widened and she let out the beginning of a loud caw at the top of her lungs.

Then he lowered her down onto his cock. He used his free hand to ensure a smooth insertion. His girth was obscene compared to the slit of her pussy. Her lips puffed out when he pressed his tip against her entrance, and he nearly slid off. Her lips, crotch, and thighs were slick with her arousal.

Her caw strangled itself in her throat when she felt his raw size against her pussy. A moment later, she welcomed him inside with a flood of her own juices.

He slid inside her. At first with some resistance, given he was reshaping her tiny body with his magically enhanced flesh. Then, as happened with almost all monstergirls, her body adapted to him. Her womb pressed against his tip, keeping him out for a few moments.

Then his entire cock was inside of her. Her thick, fleshy thighs snapped out perfectly straight to the side, like a bow. Her talons clutched his legs, trying to dig into his flesh through the thick padding of his armor. She wasn’t trying to hurt him. She was simply instinctively finding physical support. Her wings flapped pathetically, as if spasming.

Lyle ran his hand over the crowgirl’s belly. He was physically distending her body with his size. The sensation of his hand ran through her body and into his cock, and it twitched in response. The crowgirl cawed softly. Her wings flapped a few times while she stared into space.

“This is the part where I’d make a quip about how you were so confident earlier, but I don’t think you can hear me,” Lyle said, looking down at the crowgirl impaled on his length.

Or maybe she could. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and she stared up at him with wide eyes. Her hips bucked, but only with the smallest of movements.

“I’ll take that as a request for me,” he said.

The crowgirl’s eyes lidded.

Then they snapped open, pupils shrinking to tiny dots, as Lyle lifted her up and thrust his full length into her.

Her talons gripped his thighs tightly, her wings flapped wildly, and she let out constant caws filled with ecstasy. Her tits bounced around like crazy.

Lyle treated her body like a spring. He lifted her up, and her legs stretched out from where she gripped his thighs. Then he slammed her back down against his body, causing a large bump to emerge from her belly. She shrieked and bowed her legs.

Juices and precum mixed, turning his cock into a frothy white mess, and creating a huge puddle on the floor. They also made it very easy to slide in and out of her.

Her body welcomed him and easily adapted to his gargantuan member. It felt like her entire body clamped down on him, begging for him to fill her with his seed.

So he did.

He pressed her body against his so that he was hilted in her and pumped her full of the cum she desperately wanted. A torrent of thick white seed bloated her belly as if she already had eggs inside her. Her grip loosened on his legs as she overflowed and rivers of white ran along his balls.

He probably should have taken off his pants. They’d be a mess.

All she showed him was raw lust and enjoyment. She cawed softly, her tone loaded with pleasure and satisfaction. Her body was limp on his cock.

He pulled her off him. Thick white strands of cum connected him to her as her pussy gaped. He could almost see the filling he had left inside her bloated womb.

Then he definitely could, as it began to pour out. She moaned plaintively as she lost her prize.

For now, he threw her onto the ground. She landed in the puddle of cum and juices with a wet splat. The impact pushed out a river of white from her belly, and a dam of cum built up over her crotch.

She was a very satisfactorily fucked crowgirl, and one that would definitely be laying eggs tomorrow.

Lyle noticed that the chains were still on her skin. He canceled his spell, as it was no longer necessary. He was done with her.

Just in case, he kept his cock at the current size.

The room remained magically warded. Felife might be waiting outside and aggressive.

After a short period of analysis, he broke the ward and kicked open the door. A gasp greeted him, and then figures charged him.

He nearly drew his sword or cast a spell, but he’d gotten used to these particular figures.

“Lyle!” the Vierfach wailed. They stopped right in front of him, sniffing the air and staring at him. Their eyes curved, their expressions shifted, and they said in a much more sultry tone, “Lyle…”

The three wolfgirls dropped to their knees in front of him. They stared up in wonder and desire at his cock, which was far larger than they’d ever seen. Each girl exchanged looks, then they claimed a portion of his shaft and began lapping up the cum and juices that coated it.

Beyond them stood Felife. She stared at him with a mixture of fear and shock. Her hands were raised as if to protect herself, but she didn’t hold a weapon.

“Surprised to see me perfectly fine?” Lyle said coldly.

“Among other things,” Felife said, fear laced through her voice. She gulped and closed her eyes for several moments. “I suspected your power came from the collars. Ein said otherwise, but I have never witnessed a human that could hold her own against us. Or that wouldn’t be reduced to a brainless aid in egg production, like the men here. You are both.”

“More than both. Give me a reason why I shouldn’t turn you into that?” he said, pointing at the bloated mess that was the crowgirl.

“I’ll be more useful to you if I can speak,” Felife said, her tone steady but her eyes widened and shook. “And I am more than you suspect I am.”

He suspected a lot about her, given her ability to speak so eloquently and her apparent position in this flock. Or whatever it was.

“Useful how?” he said.

“You wanted food? We don’t have the excess you imagine we do. But maybe we can find a way to produce it if we work together?” Her voice became slightly hopeful.

“That requires trust. We don’t have much of that. You need to tell me everything. Because nothing here makes sense,” Lyle said, gesturing to the buildings around him. “Why you don’t form a flock when you clearly want to. Why you don’t have extra food. Why so few humans for so many birdgirls in the region. I could go on, but we were supposed to speak in private.”

Felife nodded, a smile rising to her lips as she looked at the crowgirl. “There is somewhere we can go. And someone you should meet for this discussion.”

She coughed. “Once they’re finished, I mean. I don’t meant to rush you.”

Felife stared at the wolfgirls currently taking turns trying to deepthroat his massive member. They weren’t very good at it.

Despite their enthusiasm, Lyle canceled his spell and let his genitals return to their usual size. The Vierfach whined and asked for their new “puppy-maker” back, but he ignored them. It had been distracting to talk while they sucked him off, and he needed to remain focused until he finished with the birdgirls.

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Commentary: Not much to say here. It's a sex scene, with a little more extreme content. I doubt many of you are here for this, but, eh, it's deleted content.

The main reason this got cut is that I don't want this to be pure erotica, and having back-to-back sex scenes with no-name characters seems pointless for the genre. The harem books with a much higher sex content sit in a different niche (those cheap 3DCG covers generally indicate books that are sex first, plot second, genre-wise). I've got a long time to work things out, in any case.