A/N: Remember you can always find me and see even more of my content, and see it earlier than anywhere else, over by a certain site that rhymes with Rate On, or a site known for its rather questionable questing practices, under the same name~
It was just an instant's hesitation.
Borne from a moment's confusion, brought about by the unexpected nature of his opponent.
But it was enough. A slackened grip, a delayed movement, and a quick riposte was all it took.
Guts was no stranger to defeat, and its bitter taste.
Being wrapped in silk, however, was a bit of a new experience. One he could have done without, all things considered.
"You are actually quite handsome," the apostle commented, looking him up and down. Her childlike demeanor and appearance belied the cruelty and monstrosity of someone who knew not right from wrong.
A beast by any other name, slave to its twisted desires.
And based on the fact that she had apparently thought it a good idea to strip Guts of all covering, he could begin to guess what her desires might be.
"I can see why Jill was so enamored with you," she said, floating above him, her wings fluttering almost invisibly. "I guess I'll have to... check for myself..."
Her hand did not feel human at all. Her motions betrayed not what evil plans she might have, and instead-
"That won't do at all," she mused, sitting on top of Guts' crotch. "Are you not a man?"
"You're no woman," was the apt response.
This, naturally, incensed the monster. Guts had already seen her proboscis and what it could do. If he angled just right, when she attacked him, she would cut through his restraints and-
And that was not what he expected!
Her hands were soft and small, tiny even. And they... actually didn't feel terrible, tickling his heavy, overstocked balls that hadn't seen release in forever.
She gave him a triumphant smile as he began to stir.
Grunting, Guts tried to prevent his body from failing and betraying him, but it was no use, as he was unable to move himself, and any and all tactics he could think of simply wouldn't work when she was still pleasuring him.
Her cunt drooled over his cock, as she began rocking back and forth. "It's so big and huge," she said, wonderment in her voice. "This thing is supposed to go inside me?" she asked, as he continued to grow larger under her minstrations.
Soft, almost cutesy little moans escaped the so called 'elf' as she masturbated herself using Guts as a toy, coating his cock with her fluids, moaning wantonly. "Mhm... maybe... making some elves the old fashioned... mmmm, way," she grinned down at him, "will be... a good idea!"
Guts was nearly at full mast now, and his cock had stopped swelling, instead now rising, following the curve of her butt and almost lifting her. She was small and light, and it was easy for her to switch a little so she could continue rubbing herself on him, leaning forward and laying on his chest, absent mindedly playing with his biceps and toying with his nipples.
"Jill has good taste," she mused, then sat back up and took to the air, just above him. She straddled his groin and lined herself up. "Right... here!" she said, as she dropped just a bit-
Just enough to let out a pained yelp.
"Wrong hole," Guts remarked, refraining from doing much else, still considering how he should proceed. It might've been a simple reflex, but he wanted to almost bite his tongue for it.
She whined, but adjusted nonetheless. She teased herself, slowly, with the oversized cock before her, lubed up though it was it was still a really very large penis for her. Slowly, this time, she began working her pussy lips over the cock, and her pussy slowly but surely was coaxed into letting in the real monster between them.
"Aaah, it's so biiiiig," the apostle whined. "It's so big! I feel so stuffed, but it feels so good!"
It was torture, to be captured in such a hot, tight and wet vice, such a deliriously pleasurable sensation to be wrapped in demonic pussy. Inch by inch, Guts' cock disappeared down the fake elf's tight little cunny.
"Fuck," Guts muttered.
She crowed. "You're-Ah," she stopped, took a deep breath, and resumed going down. "You're feeling good too huh!" she challenged.
Only the barest of struggles against the silken cords holding Guts still...
Finally, Rosine sheathed Guts within her fully, and she let out a sigh of pleasure. "It's... in!" she said. "Now...!"
She pulled herself up, dragging her sopping wet cunt and massaging the pole within her with every fold and crease of her inner walls, until only the tip was in, then she dropped herself, abruptly and hard.
She wailed in a combination of pleasure and pain, tears dropping from her human-looking eyes.
Guts blinked and wished he could rub at his eye to check for sure if what he'd seen was right. Her eyes were the buglike orbs he expected, but... he could see, indeed, the tears she had shed.
What could that mean..?
The fake elf raised her hips again, and once more plowed down, this time a more controlled drop, but still hard and fast, moaning out loud as she began thoroughly pleasuring herself with Guts' cock.
Her hands now raised to her underdeveloped chest, pinching and massaging at it as she hit a fast and powerful rhythm, pumping her hips up and down, loudly and cheerfully announcing to the world her pleasure for all to hear. "Yes! Yes! You're so huge and hard!" she cried, "you feel so good, you feel so good inside me!"
Her tight little cunny squeezed for all it was worth, eagerly milking Guts and trying to get directly at the thick cum stored in his balls, and he could not hold himself back much longer, she was entirely too good at sex!
She howled in orgasm, and only took a momentary breather before she began riding him again.
It was then that Guts realized- she was losing control of herself!
He'd noticed it earlier, but it seemed like the more she focused on her sexual pleasure, the more times her cunt spasmed in orgasm... the slacker his binds became.
The more she fucked herself..!
So Guts knew how to win now.
He tightened his muscles as much as he could, and thought of unsexy things, not too difficult given his line of work, as she rode him to another screaming orgasm...
And there!
He quickly surged his strength, and the silk holding him together came apart. His hands reached for her thighs, and he only dropped about an inch to hit the actual ground.
"What the-" she shrieked in surprise before Guts pushed her down roughly to the ground, and pinned her there. "W-Wait s-stop- I'm the quee-"
He stopped her from speaking by resting her legs on his shoulders, slamming her shoulders against the ground, and fully and properly sheathing himself in her impossibly pliant pussy.
There were no more words to exchange, one hand at her neck that she pawed and clawed uselessly against, the other on the ground, holding himself up, Guts showed her what it truly meant to have sex, no, to fuck!
His movements were far harder and more potent than hers, a motion of him sawing back and forth, the wet, slick sound accompanied by the powerful slap of skin on skin, as the small monster was completely dominated and mastered by the superior human before her.
Despite herself, Rosine came again and again and again, it felt like every thrust of his cock went right from her pussy to her brain, poking her and scrambling her thoughts, until all she could think about was the cock inside her, until she could do little but think about how she had found true happiness in life.
At some point, her legs crossed behind Guts' back, and her arms came to his neck, and she spoke no more, simply drooling as she felt her vision darken, her thoughts fade, and all that remained, all that she was, was simply a receptacle for cock.
Guts grunted, pushing as deep as he could, invading her furthest reaches, and let himself loose, painting her within with his cock milk.
Panting and breathing heavily, he blinked, and removed himself from the...
From the human looking girl, drooling with a faint smile.
She... was not dead.
"I'm never telling anyone how this happened," Guts said to himself. He looked for some scraps of his clothes that he could find and dressed himself as best as he could.
Not too far away, the Skull Knight observed, from atop a horse.
"That is the most literal case of 'Fuck Causality' that I've ever seen," it remarked.
Well... it had a rock to collect.