Small Comfort

"I feel like his mana fills me up, it's so good that I get lost in this pleasure, his mana imperceptibly after accumulating in my body goes completely to the sphere in my uterus that dissolves.

I feel like she's gone because I no longer feel the weight of the sphere where it should be.

"!!!"

I raise my head up as I struggle to swallow all the semen in my mouth, when I take his dick out of my mouth I lick my lips savoring the semen, his mana is so good I feel like I could get addicted to it.

'Did I lose the item?' Soon my status opens while I'm a bit dazed from the pleasure I felt.

In my status it informs that the creation of my unique weapon has begun as I have acquired everything that was necessary, and these things are knowledge about what I am, "acceptance/understanding" of what I am and finally a high amount of mana.

My mana combined with Lucifer's completes the final stage, although I don't have an estimate of when it will be done.

Of course, it wasn't so difficult to accept that I am a corpse of various beings, the difficult part is really to endure it so much that I ended up starting to see the world as gray as a consequence.

The percentage in my system says it's 0% done, which is obvious since its creation has just begun.

I ignore this for now as I get up, I'm not dirty with semen because I managed to drink it all although I'm dirty with love juice that dripped down my panties and soaked my dress.

'I really came just from this...to what extent have I fallen' I'm a complete pervert at this point, I've never heard of a woman who came solely from a blowjob, although in my defense his mana generates an incredible pleasure.

"I have to go now, little angel" He says as his magic changes my dress.

'What an unexpected kindness' He gets up and starts to go to the door, I don't know what he came to do in the room and I don't care, at least he didn't find out that I really stole him.

"Little angel, I don't want to see you in my room again, the next time you invade like this I'll punish you" He says before leaving.

'...No need to warn me twice' I don't want to stay here either, I start walking to leave.

'What will I tell Astaroth...' Obviously they will know that something was stolen from Lucifer, the problem is that Astaroth will obviously come to claim the relic, but my body has absorbed it.

'Was that what he wanted? It makes sense...' He wanted to absorb the relic to obtain a unique weapon, this weapon would undoubtedly be ridiculously powerful.

'What would my weapon be? What would be considered appropriate for someone as useless and perverted as me?' I hope my unique weapon isn't a sex toy.

I leave the room and start wandering through the castle, I'm not sure what to do, at first everything seemed more objective, but now everything seems monotonous and meaningless, one certainty I have is that I don't see any value in my life.

And another certainty is that I would probably commit suicide if I could die.

"In the end, is this all that awaits me?" I guess in the end all that's left for me is to cause trouble and discord.

'It seems I won't get the item from Astaroth, a shame...' I wanted that item, although I'm not sure if I would kill Beelzebub with that item.

"Fenrir...I wonder if he would help me?" I don't think he would refuse a request from his adorable, cute and lustful "queen" after all he doesn't even like the 7 and there's also the fact that Beelzebub has messed with the puppies I had, eliminating them to satisfy his disgusting hobbies.

"...I think I'll let myself be captured" I lie down on the floor and let my mana simply leak out, the greater understanding of what I am has granted me a certain increase in mana control.

It's not much and doesn't allow me to use magic beyond healing, but it does allow me to have a greater mana release without getting as tired.

I let the mana leak from my body, trying to attract Fenrir's wolves, I lie there for almost 30 minutes without hearing anything, I've been keeping my eyes closed, thinking about what to do.

"...Oh...hi" when I open my eyes I see a wolf looking at me, it's one of Fenrir's wolves, it soon bites my dress and starts dragging me.

I don't care and let myself be dragged without resistance, resisting will only hurt me.

'In this way I look like a rag doll...' I'm not sure why the wolf is "treating me well", it's being careful not to hurt me while dragging me.

The wolf hits a wall that opens.

'Wait, the wolves know the safe secret passages?' This does interest me, if they know where the safe secret passages are, maybe they can help me a lot.

After a while passing through several secret passages, I arrive at Fenrir's cave, the environment being the same as in the past, a few more wolves join to carry me carefully.

It seems that not resisting has earned me good treatment, soon the wolves leave me in front of Fenrir, chained up.

"Fenrir..." I get up while looking at Fenrir, his erect penis is obvious, but I ignore it.

'He's not vibrant in color either...' He is also opaque in my perspective, a shame.

"H-Hey Fenrir, could you help me? I can have more children with you, after all you would help your cute wife, right?" I try to use a cute voice, but the result isn't the best.

I think I've become too lethargic to act well, plus the fact that he's not colorful doesn't excite me, I know Fenrir isn't much of a talker, just growling, but I seem to have caught his attention.

Although declaring myself as the wife of a giant wolf isn't exactly the best thing, it still fits in a way, I'm just a monster, so it seems natural for me to be with other monsters.

Fenrir seems to be trying to assess my honesty.

"Why did you let yourself be caught?" He asks in a tone of voice that is loud due to his size.

"..."

"I'm not sure, could you help me?" I'm not entirely sure why I'm asking him for help, maybe I'm just having a silly confidence that he, as a wolf, would be "gentle" with his wife.

In the "real world", wolves take good care of their submissive partners, maybe I just think it'll work out.

"Why would I help?" I guess the fact that he's talking to me at all shows some progress.

"Can I...sit near you?" He nods and lies down on the ground, I go to him and lie down with my back to his soft fur.

I start telling him what I've discovered about what I am, I'm not sure why I'm telling him this, but the more I tell, the more colorful he becomes.

He's a good listener and listens to everything I say calmly, the more I tell, the more I feel a weight slowly being reduced.

Tears start to fall as the story reaches the end, the words come out a bit wrong and messy because of the tears and crying as I breathe heavily.

I think I needed to vent to someone, anyone doesn't matter who, I needed to get these things out of my head, ironically my choice of someone to vent to was a giant wolf monster.

And even more ironically, he listened to everything calmly without interrupting me or mocking me for crying about it.

When I reach the end of the explanation of what I am, I collapse in tears, unable to control myself. Fenrir covers me with his paw and tail, it's so warm and comforting.

"..." He doesn't say anything, but it's obvious he's comforting me, I can't stop crying with it all, no matter how much I try to deny it, it's still desperate to know what I am.

No human would withstand the existential crisis that comes with such a discovery, imagine you're living, trying your best to endure constant pain and pleasure, public humiliation.

Having sex with monsters, all these terrible things happening and the only thing keeping you going is the slim chance of being able to return to a normal life, only to find out in the end that you're a corpse assembled with parts of various beings.

Just a chimera created in a laboratory, it's not even possible to know if I'm still myself.

And this obviously makes you doubt and question your own existence, all humans have moments when they question who they are.

But in the end, they are still human, whereas I am not even that.

So obviously, even someone with a strong mind would collapse, now imagine me, who has a weak mind, who is a coward, selfish and stupid, obviously this would break me.

But I can't even stay broken, after all, I'm always "fixed" like a broken toy that is always repaired, the difference is that even a toy can be permanently broken.

I don't have that luck, that's why I cry in Fenrir's fur, trying to find the slightest bit of warmth and comfort to stabilize my sadness.

He comforts me in his own way as I cry until I fall asleep in his soft fur, feeling the warmth that I've missed so much in these last difficult times.