In an underground facility, well hidden away from the populace, several men cloaked in black carried a strange cargo between them, sharing its weight as they manoeuvred through the passages and narrow staircases. Eventually, they arrived at a dark room that had several slabs of pale white stone and hoisted their precious cargo onto one of them. The flickering torch light in the room illuminated the details of this… highly unusual figure.

It wasn't quite human but it certainly was humanoid in appearance. This was a land where monsters roamed and where demonic creatures ate the innards men, women, and children before mimicking them down to the very last detail. Some as tall as a full grown man. Some as tall as a cathedral. As such the cloaked men were used to seeing such things but never before had they seen a creature like the one they had found.

Green skin, varying in shade, covered the surface of the body, with black spots mottled here and there. Bits of its physique were also orange or black - the latter portions almost shiny as if it were made of some strange plastic or metal. The creature had a broad form, powerfully muscled and far, far taller than any normal man. It resembled the more brutish of Youma, showing that this being before them was in fact male. It had a very long tail as well, that was hoisted up and onto the slab; it was a long appendage with some sort of stinger at the end. Neither of the men knew what such a thing could be used for but they weren't going ask questions.

They only cared for results. While none of them truly understood what this creature was the men were very certain that it could be turned to their purposes. This creature was found by pure chance, as he fell out of the sky, and now he was about to be forever changed.

They performed surgery on him, crudely cutting him open from the neck to the groin, and surgically implanted the creature with the purple-skinned flesh of Youma; it was implanted into every organ; if he was not a Youma already then they would definitely push him to be one. They understood such creatures and knew how to manipulate and control them; as they implanted the flesh inside of the creature they discovered there were strange things inside of its body, but they worked as best they could with well-honed tools that had performed similar experiments time and time again.

The creature on the slab, unknown to them, already did have an instinctual biological drive to improve itself. As the men altered his body so too was this need. The original targets it needed to improve itself were now changing to encompass a much larger group. But no one would know that until he woke up, and not even the men working on it could say when that would be.

Sometime later, once the men who altered the creature were finished and had long since vacated the facility, the broad muscular creature woke up for the first time since he came to this place. To this world. His memory was blank. He couldn't remember anything, save for one thing: a name.

Cell.

And with that name did he feel something else. It wasn't a true sense of identity but it was something more base than that. A primal need. There was energy that was needed. An energy that he needed to absorb. He didn't know what to call it but he knew where to find it. He could...somehow...sense several sources nearby. Living beings like him. And like him, they too had a purpose. His was to absorb, to grow stronger, until one day he reached his perfection… and theirs...theirs was to die and be his fuel. They were the prey and he was the predator.

With this realization, Cell knew what he needed to do: he needed to absorb these beings with that strange energy. Thanks to his sensory prowess, Cell knew where to find them and so he sat up and got off the slab, making his way out of the room. It didn't take long for him to find them.

Cell stabbed his needle tipped tail into an unconscious purple-skinned male with grotesque muscles that was lying on top of a slab identical to the one he was just on. In a matter of moments he somehow 'drank' him up until there was nothing left. Cell would go on to do this to each creature in the room he honed in on. And with each purple, grey, and green-skinned monster he absorbed, the more Cell felt himself grow stronger.

After several hours the entire facility was devoid of any living being that had the energy source. Cell looked down at his hand and clenched it into a fist when he felt his power increase in potency. It wasn't a large boost but he did feel himself getting stronger. No longer did he feel groggy. He felt sated for the moment. His wounds had rapidly healed, his body now restored to peak health thanks to his regeneration kicking in. He was also rested and well-fed like a beat after a successful hunt. Cell clenched and unclenched his fist a few times...and then something captured his attention.

Cell's head snapped around behind him when he sensed several hundred beings with the same signatures. Many of them were powerful. Others were weak. But for Cell that meant one thing: he had more fuel to absorb.

With a menacing grin, Cell went off to hunt down and absorb these beings. It was his purpose to grow stronger. Their purpose was to become one with him.


Many weeks later…

In the Western region known as Lautrec, two people were walking seemingly aimlessly across the land. One was a large, muscular man with short blond hair; the man gave off a vibe that screamed 'idiot', and his default expression was of a glazed, far away look; he looked very much like a Neanderthal, a caveman. He was garbed in a dark brown sleeveless tunic, a long-sleeved white undershirt and a pair of leather leggings and shoes.

The other was a young woman, small and petite. As she walked next to her large companion, she seemed downright tiny and child-like. Her dark brown hair reached the top of her shoulder blades in the back, and equal length down the front, though the strangest part was that the locks of her hair weren't tapered but instead ended very cleanly and levelly, giving off the appearance of her hair being of ribbons. Her attire consisted of a tan-coloured sleeveless dress and not much else as her feet were barefooted. She was short, and because of her petite stature, she looked more like a teenage girl in her 16 to 18-years-old-range. Her skin was pale and her face was unaged and charmingly attractive with only her eyes hinting at some older, greater creature walking about making play that she was but a naive youth.

These two were Dauf and Riful of the West two of the most feared beings in Lautrec. The former was the consort of the latter, and it was Riful who wore the pants in the relationship. Right now, the two of them were seeking something out in Lautrec. For the past few weeks Riful had sensed something lurking in her territory and within those few weeks, many of the youma here - some in groups, and some isolated - had just… gone silent. Normally, Riful wouldn't care for small fries like Youma… but as they vanished in droves, this presence within her territory had steadily gotten stronger and more noticeable as a result. As far as Riful was concerned this was not a coincidence and is the reason why she and Dauf were actively searching for it.

What the two of them did not know, while they were searching for this stranger, an interloper in their territory so too were they being sought. Hunted. Riful and Dauf both could sense many youki signatures-all of them were being snuffed out. All but one. That particular one was steadily growing stronger, albeit at a snail's pace. It took a while, but as the youki signatures dwindled down one by one, Riful and Dauf finally reached the one responsible.

Both Riful and Dauf came to a stop and stared on with wide eyes. Though Dauf's expression quickly settled back to disinterest, Riful's remained sparkling with interest.

"Well now… how interesting…" she muttered, her voice full of intrigue and child-like curiosity.

Cell was standing in front of them, his arms crossed over his powerful chest. In front of him, a grey-skinned Youma was suspended in the air, pinned by Cell's stinger. Riful watched on with childlike amusement as the stinger and tail seemed to flex and began drawing the very life out of the Youma. Dauf and Riful watched on as it got drained of everything; blood, youki, saliva-not even the bones were spared. Soon the Youma was swallowed by the creature's tail and nothing left of it remained. Riful arched a single eyebrow when she sensed his youki increasing. It wasn't a large increase, it was barely noticeable to anyone but the keenest of sensors; but having centuries under her figurative belt, Riful did notice it and it got her curiosity and interest.

She wanted to test him.

Riful looked up at her man and gave him an order, "Dauf, transform and take care of him."

Dauf literally had no idea that his mistress was wondering if he would fail, secretly hoping that he would. The man was a simple creature. Dimwitted. Clingy. Had to be guided through a fight that was too much for him. But he recognised strength and assumed only one was stronger than him. Despite him being her man, Riful was rather annoyed at his simple-mindedness and clingy nature. To make a long story short, she wanted to get rid of him and would have had he not been the only one who wouldn't break on her.

"Still, this strange being has gotten stronger after killing that Youma… if my suspicions are right…" She thought, staring at her consort's back as he probably walked towards certain doom.

His arms still crossed Cell watched on with interest as the male approached by his lonesome. Those two… they're powerful. Much more powerful than the ones he'd encountered before. Of course, he was wondering if these two would be any stronger than the ones he'd been absorbing ever since he woke up.

Suddenly veins began to bulge on Dauf's face and his youki spiked, catching Cell's attention thoroughly as Dauf started to transform. His skin changed colour and his body began to grow more and more grotesque and inhuman as his clothes strained, and shredded as they failed to change with him. Cell slowly craned his head back to stare up at the now behemoth sized Dauf, looking akin to a giant covered in plates reminiscent of knight armour. His new appearance suggested a heavy defence, probably impervious to most attacks.

Cell didn't move as Dauf stopped in front of him. Nor did he move with Dauf made his hand into a fist and drove it into his palm before bringing both hands above his head. Clearly, Dauf was going to try and crush Cell like a bug!

Only at the last possible second, when most onlookers would have cried out in alarm (Riful merely looked on quietly amused) did Cell spring into action. He brought up a hand like he was lazily hailing a taxi; though his posture didn't speak to strength, he somehow stopped Dauf's mighty fists cold. There was a sudden rush of air from the impact, the ground cracking slightly under Cell's feet, and dust swirling about the two figures.

Cell looked Dauf in his ugly, dull eyes. It was the only indication he had given that he was even aware of his presence, then his tail sprang into action!

"OUCH!" Dauf yelped, not in pain but in surprise. His eyes were wide with disbelief. That thing's tail pierced his armour?!

"Ow!...Ohhhh…" As last words went they weren't very memorable or eloquent. But then, neither was Dauf. Riful watched, almost enthralled, as she got to see the same tableau play out once more. Within a matter of moments, Dauf's massive form seemed to melt into Cell's tail, losing form entirely! And with Dauf's demise finished, came the rush of power emitting from Cell himself!

Riful sensed it. The increase of power Cell had received after her consort met his end-she couldn't sense his youki anymore, which meant this creature had killed him-was a large boost to his youki reserves. It made him stronger!

Cell looked at his hand and clenched it into a fist. "He looked the part of a fool, but I do feel a little stronger now. Harder, I might say…" he muttered, speaking for the very first time since waking up.

Hearing him say that to himself made Riful perk up in both excitement and interest. So he does get stronger by absorbing other Awakened Ones?! That was dangerous. Very dangerous. If Riful were the pragmatic type-and she was-she would get rid of him before he became too much of a threat. However… if she was to get him on her side, to get him wrapped around her finger, then she would have a very powerful ally under her thumb. Her hold on the West would be permanent. The pros frankly outweighed the cons. And not only that, if he can absorb Awakened Ones then it's entirely possible he can absorb Claymores too!

"I simply must have him on my side!" Riful mentally told herself with a wide-faced grin. "The benefits to having this man under my command is too much to ignore! The Hunting Parties the Organization sends after me would stand no chance, and my grip here on the West would be permanent! No one would be able to oppose me! Not Isley, and especially not that bitch of the South!" With that thought in mind and her decision made, Riful quite happily and eagerly made her move to get this unique Awakened One-he has youki and there has been very rare instances in the past where other Awakened Ones got stronger by absorbing the youki of much weaker Awakened Ones and Youma-under her thumb.

Cell gazed curiously as the young woman, seemingly unphased by his brutal annihilation of her companion, walked gleefully towards him. Her hips swayed enticingly as she walked, accentuating her feminine figure, her dress swaying with her as it danced in the sunlight. Cell cocked his brow, sensing something off about this one, though he was enthralled by what power he could sense within her.

"I'm not sure if you were paying attention," He mused at her with a deep tone of condescension, "But I'm not sure that this is a place a girl like you ought to be..." He snickered, in near disbelief that a being such as her would dare approach. After waking up with no memory of his past, he was so used to seeing women flee in these types of situations. Though in his case, the women happened to be those monsters he had been hunting down to add to his steadily increasing pool of power. Having one willingly approach him was most certainly a first for him.

"Oh, I have been paying attention," Riful cooed airily with a pleasant smile. She kept on walking, never taking her eyes off of him as her expression turned rather playful, yet somehow showing a type of hunger Cell had not experienced before. "I have been around for a very long time. This is not the first time I have seen an Awakened Being absorbing the youki from other Youmas, or Awakened Ones that are much weaker than them."

Soon, Riful was standing before him and she leaned on one leg, purposely putting her hip out and leaning forward so Cell could see down into her dress. The young woman gave him a coy smile. "I would very much like you to join my side. I can grant you… anything~" she said with a seductive purr, and to emphasise what she meant Riful pressed her hand flat onto Cell's orange crotch piece and started rubbing it with a feather-light touch.

The amnesiac Cell was growing more surprised by the minute as the young woman, by appearances only, began to attempt to seduce the monster that had just devoured her companion. Join her? The only joining he planned on happening was having the girl absorbed into his collective pool of power, but... seeing as how she wasn't being confrontational, he allowed her to go on. The sight of her lithe form in her suddenly not so modest dress stirred something within Cell, and her hand caressing the space between his legs turned that stir into a cyclone.

"My my… that is quite the proposal..." Cell cooed, embracing her in his clutches by placing one huge, meaty palm on her back and the other on her plump rear. "Tell me, what would you have me do for you, and more importantly..." He gave her plump ass a tight squeeze for emphasis, pulling a pleased mewl from her throat, "What exactly can you offer me?"

Seeing how things were going her way, Riful gave him a pleased smile, "Well, what you can do for me is rather simple you big strong man: keep any Awakened One from infringing on my territory. That goes hand in hand to what I can offer you: I point out anyone to you that is encroaching, and you get to eat some bountiful Claymores, Youma, and Awakened Ones you happen upon." She looked directly at his crotch and licked her lips, "I can also provide you with some… relief if you catch my meaning."

The more he patiently listened to her words the more amused Cell got. And when she got to the end he couldn't help but find it to be utterly hilarious. Provide him with relief? What does this woman think he is? But, he did have to admit, what she was offering him was tempting. Very tempting. If he was to work for her then he would be able to absorb the owners of that strange energy he had been hunting… youki this girl named it. And that word, Awakened Being, it was most certainly new to him. What that the name of the species she is a part of? Outside of that man he had absorbed moments earlier, this young woman was easily the strongest being he sensed so far upon entering this nameless region a few weeks ago. He was very tempted to forgo everything and absorb her right here and now!

But why start absorbing her when he can have fun with her first? And as Cell looked at the hand that was stirring up a pleasant sensation in his crotch area-Riful had not stopped rubbing his crotch piece at all as he listened to her rambling on and on about what she could offer him-the tall powerfully muscular male knew exactly what to do to start.

Cell let out a deep chuckle and pulled a deep, throaty moan out of Riful's throat when his meaty hand gave her plump ass another firm squeeze. In response to that Riful added more pressure to her ministrations. It got a pleased, deep sounding moan out of Cell's throat and that told her she was on the right track. And so she kept rubbing her hand up and down on the orange piece and at the same time, the dark-eyed brunette gyrated and ground her ass against Cell's palm.

From the back of his throat Cell let out a deep rumble like growl, as the pleasant feeling around his groin raced up his spine and to his brain like electricity. When she felt the crotch piece shifting around against her palm, Riful stopped shaking and gyrating her butt against Cell's palm and quickly withdrew her hand. The orange piece of Cell's crotch opened, and what slipped out of the opening surprised the brunette to the core.

Sliiiiiiiiiick!

With wide eyes and her mouth slightly agape, Riful stared at the phallus that slowly emerged from the now open crotch piece. And it kept going, and going, and going. Riful leaned in, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled through her nose, to get a better look and examine it. It was girthy. The female Awakened One figured it was around three fingers thick! Similarly to the rest of Cell, the phallus was emerald green in colour with black spots and the underside was segmented with the colour yellow; there was no foreskin covering the glans penis, revealing the head of the phallus to be a near pitch black in colour. When it finally emerged from its hiding place after what felt like hours to Riful - with the girl in question having to lean slightly to the side - it stood at a mind-bogglingly 10 inches!

How fitting. A monster-cock for a monster that absorbs other monsters. It, of course, did not end there as once the cock had fully emerged, the scrotum was next. Fortunately, the scrotum emerging from the open crotch piece didn't take long. It only took a second.

Pop!

The pouch of flesh literally popped out of the opening and hung between Cell's thighs. Despite herself, Riful found herself licking her lips as she leaned down a bit just so she could get a better look at the testis-pouch. The skin too was emerald green with black spots. However, unlike Dauf, this pouch of skin did not have wrinkles. But it was remarkably big. The scrotum was big, as to compensate for the size and length of Cell's dick; the flesh sack was as big as apples and as she reached up top palm it in her palm, pulling a very deep moan out of Cell when she gently kneaded the tesis inside, the brunette figured they were the size of damn grapes!

"This cock… those balls… this is a sign of a true man!" Riful thought with wide-eyed glee. The brunette couldn't keep the wide, face-splitting grin off her face as she quite literally hit the proverbial jackpot with this man.

"Kuhkukukukuku!" Cell laughed boisterously as he watched the grinning Riful looking at his cock in a manner resembling a child who found her favourite toy. "Do you like what you see, you harlot?" He insulted with a broad grin that was both mocking and condescending. His large hands still on the middle of her back and ass, the amnesiac Android slowly moved Riful until she was standing before the black tip of his cock.

Riful didn't answer him as she was rather enthralled by his 10 inches. Being the manipulative woman that she was Riful really wanted to get this man on her side. She wanted him to be wrapped around her finger to the point he would do anything she asked of him. He was intrigued by her request, and now with her being put in front of this shaft, there really was only one thing for her to do to seal the deal.

She wanted to show him one of the...other...benefits he can have if he was to stay with her and be under her command. And what better way to show said benefit than to give that glorious cock a little workover with her mouth and hands?

Opening her mouth so wide in a large O, Riful lunged her head down on that cock and let out a slutty little moan as the glands penis entered her mouth. Cell closed his eyes and let out a deep groan when he felt the head of his dick getting enveloped by something soft and warm. The brown-eyed brunette brought her hands up and cupped his ballsack in her palms, and was awed by how much sperm she could feel sloshing around in there. She couldn't believe it herself and she could feel the amount of it stored in there! And his bellend was so big it forced her lips to strain to accommodate it, her jaw hurt so good as she tried to force more of it into her gob, which also forced her tongue down to the bottom of her mouth!

But she wasn't Riful of the West for nothing! Closing her eyes tight Riful inhaled deeply through her nose and swallowed that cock, forcing her head down to intake more and more of it until she felt the head poking at her uvula. She hollowed her cheeks, tightened her lips, and reared her head back with a sharp suction before plunging her head back down again until she felt the glans poking at her uvula. Why take him all the way into her throat when she can just give him a little taste? While Riful was busy bobbing her head up and down on a small piece of Cell's 10 inches, her hands were gently kneading and squeezing his scrotum.

"Mmmpfh. Omph. Mmmmmmmm~!" Soon enough as she continued to suck and slurp on that dong Riful was moaning around it like a little whore who has found her fix. The longer she moved the faster she got until she was all but facefucking herself on that shaft.

While he felt damn good by her soft, warm mouth, Cell was also thoroughly amused by what she was doing. And when he felt the vibrations of her moan racing up his schlong and up his spine, it took everything he had to not moan out with delight. He couldn't help but mentally scoff though. As if this was to stop him from absorbing her and merging her youki into his pool of energy he had been building up for the past few weeks!

However, despite her mouth feeling damn good on his cock Cell was getting rather bored of her. Cell gave her plump ass one last firm squeeze, pulling out another delightful moan from Riful's throat and sending even more vibrations up his cock and spine before he moved both his hands from her back and ass up towards her head.

Riful barely had time to widen her eyes before Cell firmly grasped the side of her head, his massive fingers gripping her hair, and slammed her head down on his cock. At the same time, Cell leaned forward, spreading out his legs, and slammed his hip forward until as he forced Riful to take all of his cock down her throat.

"HURK! GLLAK! GLURG!"

Before Riful knew what was happening she was being forced to deepthroat Cell's girthy 10-incher against her will. Her throat bulged out obscenely and was forcibly stretched out to accommodate his schlong. Her eyes were wide and shaking, her tears beginning to form at the corners. Her hands no longer gently caressing his testicles, the young looking woman was tapping at his thighs, to convey to tell him to stop or to keep going was lost on Cell. Not that he cared about her wellbeing anyway.

Before Riful knew what was happening she was being forced to deepthroat Cell's girthy 10 incher against her will. Her throat bulged out obscenely and was forcibly stretched out to accommodate his schlong. Her eyes were open wide and shaking, her tears beginning to form at the corners. Her hands no longer gently caressing his testicles, the young looking woman was tapping at his thighs, to convey to tell him to stop or to keep going was lost on Cell. Not that he cared about her wellbeing anyway. No, all Cell cared about was getting his worth of pleasure from this morsel before making her youki a part of his pool of power.

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whapwhapwhapwhapwhapwhapwhap!

"GLAG! GLURK! HNURG!"

The sound of Cell's moving hips slamming into Riful's face - and fortunately, Riful is made of sterner stuff to get a broken nose - and her gagging and choking filled the clearing as he had his way with her mouth and throat. Her spittle had already built up in her mouth and throat, and it was getting very hard for her to breathe with how fast Cell was making her head move up and down on that dong. Had it been anyone else Riful would have killed the fucker for doing this to her beautiful face, but she was trying to seduce Cell into joining her side and she did offer to give him relief, and from the looks of it he did catch on to her meaning. She should have expected this to happen upon taking that gloriously long cock into her mouth. But for some reason, it escaped her. So despite her discomfort Riful allowed him to continue. Her throat struggled to swallow the fleshy pillar but it only served to massage it.

Cell looked down at her with a cruel grin on his lips. The way her wide, tearing up eyes looked up at him as her mouth was forcibly taking him to the fucking base looked so good! So fitting! She wanted to seduce him? To get him wrapped around her finger?! All she was good for is to serve as fuel for him! Then he grit his teeth and with a deep growl sped up his thrusting hips even more as he used Riful's orifice like a fucking cockrag!

He could feel something building up within him. Some sort of knot in his gut. He let out a deep, throaty growl and continued using Riful's mouth like it was a cunt. Then, after what felt like hours for Cell, just when the knot became the tightest he had ever felt it become, it snapped and he slammed Riful's face against his crotch while he hilted himself in her throat with a loud orgasmic roar.

"GRAAAAAAAAH!" Riful's right eye twitched and her left one partially closed when she felt his cock expand as he burst, unloading several potent loads of jizz directly into her stomach, bypassing her throat entirely.

When the flow of jizz ebbed away Cell, who was now panting at this point, did the long process of pulling his bellend out of this bitches mouth. And when the black tip left Riful's mouth with a lewd Pop! the brunette in question started coughing and gagging as she tried clearing out her throat from all the spittle that had built up in there. Now that she was distracted it was high time that he starts doing what he had intended to do ever since that moron tried to crush him nearly an hour earlier.

Taking his large, meaty hands off of Riful's head Cell reached down to get a handful of her tanned dress and at the same time, his tail jutted straight up into the air behind him. He had no idea why he was doing the latter as he would have normally just stuck his stinger in whatever poor sap he came across and drained them of everything. But something inside of him told him to do it. Then he pulled his hands away from each other and tore that dress in half and right off of her body leaving her naked.

Cell licked his lips as he stared at her nude form. With Riful leaning slightly forward - not caring that she was naked - and him being so tall in comparison to her, the brunette's hair covered much of her chest, so Cell really couldn't see anything other than the swell of her breasts, but it was incredibly easy to see the rest of her. Then the tanned tip, the stinger of the tail, opened up into a wide bell-shaped funnel. It slouched over, eclipsing Riful in its shadow. Clear liquid oozed from the gaping maw, and pulsating red flesh could be seen up within the appendage.

"To answer your earlier question, my dear…" Cell began with a dark undertone, making Riful look up into his eyes with her brow furrowed. The poor girl had no idea she was about to meet her maker. And like a scorpion Cell struck with haste, his tail dashing down towards her head and suctioned towards the girl's shoulders, trapping her head inside! "THE ONLY JOINING I'M GOING TO BE DOING IS HAVING YOU ADDED TO THE YOUKI I ALREADY COLLECTED! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" He yelled to her, laughing loudly like a madman as he forced his tail down to her biceps and over the mounds of her breasts!

The saliva like substance that coated Riful's tapered-like hair and dampened her skin made it easier for him to pull her further and further up his tail! The stale warm air inside smelled of death for Riful, and though it was dark the tunnel did allow some semblance of light to shine through though there wasn't much for her to look at. All Riful could see was the pulsating red flesh that seemed to go on forever.

"Wha-what?! Let me go!" She demanded, though her voice only came out as "Whm-whmm!? Lee mm gg!" thanks to the tail muffling her, and Riful and let out a started cry when she felt her feet leaving the ground!

Somehow, Cell knew exactly what Riful was saying, though thanks to having no memory of his past he didn't understand how. But he took to gloating anyway, "Let you go?! Never! Your youki will be mine! As will all the others!" he roared delightfully and started to cacklingly laugh as he watched her fair legs feebly kicking the air.

As more and more of her got pulled into the tail Riful was beginning to panic. Why couldn't she unravel and transform? Why couldn't she use her youki? What was going on?! The poor girl had no idea Cell was already taking her youki the second his tail got her. The more she tried to bring it out the faster Cell took it. Soon enough Riful's rack was finally enveloped and Cell's tail began to pump and flex as it began to active pull the rest of her inside.

"I'm going to absorb you, like all the others! You will forever become part of me! I'm rather disappointed in you...for one so powerful, you were defeated so easily… how pathetic!" Cell scathingly taunted. Riful's head entered the even tighter confines of the tail proper as she was sucked up to her navel, with her legs flailing wildly into the wind and her arms pinned tightly against her sides.

Things tightened even further when she felt enter some kind of opening on the way ahead, stretching the flesh as she advanced. It didn't feel comfy for the powerless girl and it made her struggle even more. The flexing and pumping of the tail kept sucking her up, going past her navel and towards her hips while both her hands and arms were pinned tightly at her sides and being unable to do much. Her wrists were held right by the tail's edge, her fingers dancing, sometimes they became fists, and at other times they would try and grab at the tail's edge to no avail.

"Please… please stop!" With her cheeks getting squashed by the fleshy walls it became difficult for Riful to speak, yet she tried. Her plea came out as a muffled "PPPPLSS... PPPPLSS STTT!"

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

She could hear him laugh… he was mocking her! That utter bastard! She should've killed him when she had the chance! Riful's legs kicked the air even more as she screamed into the void ahead of her. From the outside of the tail, one could see it had acquired her very shape, displaying how tight she would be in there and would be unable to move an inch. That ooze ran all over her body as it got sucked in and it smelled horribly and was slimey in nature, but it did its job in making her slip inside.

With a particularly hard jerk, Cell opened his tail maw wider, and engulfed the widest part of his squirming prey and sealed it up again. All at once, her hips, ass, and hands were all trapped within the first chamber of his tail and drops of saliva left trails down her smooth naked legs as they kicked for freedom to no avail. Meanwhile, Riful's shoulders were now making the tight squeeze into the snake-like tube of Cell's appendage. The pulsating red flesh was pressed firmly against her face and made it even more uncomfortable.

"It's time to say goodbye… You're all mine now!" Cell taunted his captive as the tip of his tail had finally acquired the shape of Riful's plump buttcheeks, just as it had gained the shape of her breasts above. It was so tight in there one could perfectly tell the shape through the tail! Riful's voice was long gone, having delved further along the tube, but how she was feeling was clearly visible with her legs and feet: they were desperately waving, shaking and kicking randomly, like any helpless girl would if they were to find themselves in that situation.

This was not the type of behaviour one would expect of such a powerful being like Riful. This was the type of behaviour one would expect to see from a helpless, and powerless girl. She was freaking out. And once the toughest hurdle was had been passed, the rest of Riful was easily sucked in as her lithe lubricated legs were slurped up like noodles. They would be restrained along the way, making it hard if not outright impossible to kick them. The lips of the tail came to a halt however when they came to the cusp of the top of her feet. This was it, the last of Riful's body before she'd disappear from the view of the outside world and be completely encased within the Cell's tail.

The tips of her toes wiggled up and down pointlessly while the rest of her squirmed inside of the tail, though it was very soft and weak. Her form could be seen wriggling softly on the outside, but it was to no avail as her body kept progressing further and further inside the tail. Then there was another jerk and Riful's feet were sucked in, and just like that, Cell had completely engulfed her with a loud THOOMP! and the maw of the tail closed into its needle headed shape as the entirety of Riful was being pushed through the cramped confines of Cell's unique organ.

"Heh heh heh… Enjoy the ride to your new home!" Cell taunted her with a wide grin. Now he would absorb her into himself, integrate her completely and take that youki of hers all to himself!

The inside of the tail was almost pitch black for Riful but she could still see the disgustingly pulsating red flesh around her. She could hear the rhythmic squelches of the saliva as she was pulled more and more to wherever destination led her to, and Cell watched joyously as the figure made its way through his tail and to his back. It wasn't long until Riful reached her final destination at the base of Cell's back and with a loud SCHLUP that form of hers vanished from the tail as she was squeezed into a stomach-like chamber.

Riful landed on her face with a soft "Oof! and was pushed onto her back as the rest of her entered. Taking a deep breath the brunette was happy to find there was plenty of air in here. As she sat up the girl looked around and found the place she had been put into was a lot roomier than that damned tail. On the outside there would be no visible bulge on Cell, as expertly made his unique system of consumption was, but thanks to the alterations the men who had been operating on him had made, the interior of Cell came with some new features. And he was going to put some of them to good use.

The walls around Riful began to wiggle and bulge as if something was trying to grow out of it.

"Oh, now what?!" the girl hissed with wide and frightened eyes and let out a cute yelp when she felt one of the bulges pressing against her butt. At the corner of her eye, Riful saw something growing out of the fleshy wall, and when she turned her head to look at it the brunette saw what it was.

It was a tentacle. A phallus-shaped tentacle to be exact. And unlike the phallus she had seen on Cell, this one was coloured dark pink. The veins were visible as well, showing it was at full erectness. Riful looked ahead and saw four more emerge from the fleshy wall. When she looked to the wall on her right, she also found another tentacle growing out of it. Riful looked behind her and saw another tentacle growing out of the wall.

Riful blinked again, and despite the panic and fear, she felt the brunette said, "...Oh." in the flattest, most even tone she could muster.

Fear showed on her face once more as Riful watched as two of the phallus-shaped tentacles in front slithered their way on over to her. She let out a startled cry and grit her teeth when she felt her arms being immobilized by those tentacles as they wrapped around her limbs and forced her arms above her head. Riful grit her teeth and with a growl, she pulled at her arms. Unfortunately, the tentacles held firm. Shaking and with her teeth gritting, even more, Riful tried to tap into her youki… only for the same result as before to happen.

She couldn't access her own damn power!

"What the hell is this?!" She hissed. What was going on?! Why can't she use her youki or even transform!?

She snapped her head down and her eyes grew wide, even more, when she saw those things coiling themselves around her shins. "NGH!" Riful began to kick her legs and feet at them to no avail. "No!" then she let out an undignified gasp when the tentacles forced her legs open and she froze as realization slowly dawned on her.

The ones that coiled themselves around her arms forced them above her head. The ones that just coiled themselves around her legs forced them open. And there are seven of those things. The tips were in the shape of a phallus as well… they can't seriously be meaning to…

Riful received her answer when the remaining two tentacles in front moved towards her! They had moved faster than she had been expecting, and when she felt her pussylips being parted as the tentacle slithered its way into the depths of her vagina, Riful threw her head back and let out a loud sultry moan as she arched her back. The other tentacle who had gone unnoticed by now had found a nice opening to insert itself… and that was precisely what it had done next once Riful's mouth had been opened wide enough.

"Huuurk!"

Riful gagged around the tentacle as it forced its way down her throat. She groaned around it and tried moving her arms and legs again but it was no use. The brunette inhaled sharply through her nose when she felt the final tentacle poking, wiggling and prodding at her anus, and she threw her head back and let out a very loud squeal when it forced its way inside her ass!

Once the last hole was stuffed full of tentacle-shaped phallus, they started thrusting in and out of Riful with no warning whatsoever. They fucked her fast. And they fucked her hard. Giving her little to no time to adjust to their size.

Riful's struggles began aknew once that happened, despite it being futile.

"Glurk!"

Whap!

"Gllag!"

Whap!

"Glak!"

Whap!

But with each thrust, the tentacles made the weaker her struggling became until it got to the point Riful was unable to muster up the strength to fight back. The once feared being in Lautrec, one of the three powerful beings in This World, was being fucked into submission by three tentacles after getting eaten by a damn tail of all things.

How utterly humiliating!

Being so occupied with the tentacles fucking her silly Riful never noticed the tentacles moving her around. Now flat on her back, arms above her head and her legs spread wide open, the tentacles had more leeway with her. And the first thing they did was increase the pace of their thrusting twice fold, utterly ravaging her!

Whap!Whap!Whap!Whap!Whap!

As much as she wanted to deny it...Riful did have to admit that this felt...good. Unfortunately for Riful, she had no idea that once she reaches her own climax, her end would come. And the tentacles were happily and eagerly forcing her to that point. The closer she got to her climax the more her body glowed a dark red - her body was slowly being converted into a mass of pure youki. And the more the tentacles fucked her, the more she was reaching the limit, the faster the conversion became!

There was little Riful could do to stop the inevitable. She could feel the excitement bubbling up from inside her, the tentacles forcing her more and more towards her end. As if they knew she was approaching orgasm, the tentacles suddenly sped up the pace of their thrusting.

WHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAM!

This was it! This was the end! She felt the sensation of orgasmic bliss wrecking her body and Riful threw her head back as she let out an orgasmic cry around the tentacle that was still thrusting in and out of her throat. Her vaginal walls clamped down right on the tentacle thrusting away at her and her anus tightened up around the one that was also thrusting away in her ass. And at that exact moment, the rest of her body turned dark red, becoming a mass of energy that still retained its feminine human shape, hair and all the other features; they were just coloured red. The tentacles never stopped though as they still thrust themselves in and out of Riful.

"Yes~! Yes yes yes! More… give me more!" Riful cried out in orgasmic bliss; her voice having a metallic tone to it. How she was able to talk so clearly with a tenting filling her mouth and throat she had no idea...but the girl was too far gone to care by this point.

Outside of the stomach-chamber, Cell could feel everything he was doing to her in there. He had no idea he had done it but he never regretted it. And once he felt the conversion being complete, Cell instinctively knew it was time for the last for the assimilation.

Inside of the stomach-chamber, the ceiling of the 'room' directly above Riful began to wiggle and bulge before three tentacles grew out of it. Unlike the ones who were ploughing away at Riful, these three were coloured brown. Instead of the tips being in the shape of a phallus, however, these particular three had something resembling suction cups on it.

Suddenly all three of them lunged down! Two latched onto Riful's chest and the third and final one latched itself onto her clitoris; before Riful knew what was happening all three of them began to suck away at her, drawing her entire essence into Cell to become one with him! Riful let out another orgasmic scream one last time before her entire form was sucked up entirely into the suction cups and was fully absorbed, now forever a part of Cell.

Outside, Cell let out a loud and surprised roar as he felt a massive increase in his pool of youki. The very ground itself cracked under his feet! He felt an intense rush as the brunette's mind and body was consumed into his very being! Once he was finished Cell fell on one knee, panting heavily and feeling a little lightheaded. Then he groaned and pressed his palm against his head as… he received memories. Memories that were not his.

He blinked and realization dawned on him. Oh...so that was it then? Whenever he absorbed someone like that he would receive their memories? He closed his eyes and concentrated and followed his instincts. Riful's mind was more complicated than he thought. When she said she was around for a long time, it was not an exaggeration… she's been around for centuries! And that wealth of knowledge was now his!

He knew everything now. He knew who Riful was and what she was. Riful of the West, self-styled Empress of the West. He knew about the Organization to the East, and the Claymores they make. There are 47 regions and a Claymore is assigned to watch over them. Which meant there are always 47 of these Claymores no more, no less. He knew about the Awakened Beings - who are Claymores that went beyond their limit, lost their humanity to their evil half and became the very thing they were made to fight.

He also knew about the Youmas. It turns out those monsters he had been absorbing for the past few weeks are Youmas. And the Organization makes Claymores by finding orphaned girls, usually victims of a Youma, taking them to their Headquarters to the East before surgically implanting the flesh of these Youmas into every organ they can before letting the process of transforming into Claymores begin.

And Riful was one of the very first of the female Claymores… that fool he had absorbed earlier was named Dauf and before he met his demise, he was one of the few Male Awakened Ones left in existence if Riful's memories were anything to go by.

After what felt like hours, but was in reality minutes, Cell had finished sorting out Riful's memories and experiences and stood up.

Cell let out a deep and booming laugh. That was admittedly...fun. He knew what he was going to do from now on! Why absorb these Claymores and Awakened Beings - at least the female ones - when he can just fuck them and absorb them whole as he had done to Riful?! Willing his phallus and scrotum back into his crotch piece and sealing it up Cell spread out his senses and began to look for the nearest youki aura he could find nearest to him.

This was going to be fun...