【Supporters Only】Purification Room for Heroes : Gamma

The sound of the bell announces morning in the commercial city of Pende.

White light filters through the marketplace, the city gates, the taverns, and the temples.

Many people have been up for some time and are getting ready for work.

White smoke rises from the houses, and the boulevards are filled with a sense of hustle and bustle.

"Thank you for fulfilling your sunrise covenant today."

He comes out of the main hall of the temple to begin his day as well.

His simple cloth wrapped loosely around his small body gives him the appearance of a priest in the service of the covenant god.

He is called Tusia.

Tusia has finished cleaning the main hall and is on her way to her place of work.

He walks around the large main hall and heads for the backyard.

On the way there, the maids are chatting with the gardener after returning from their errands.

Tusia greets the maids and they return her morning greeting.

"Who was that?"

"The apprentice, the priest's apprentice."

"Oh, he's almost 30 years old and he's still a priest's apprentice."

"Hey! You're talking too loud!"

"... I can hear you..."

Tusia mutters this in his mouth and takes out the key to the door leading to the backyard.

He turns the key with a slightly worrisome response.

When he opens the solid door, he finds himself in a wooded area that seems a bit too pretentious to be called a backyard.

"No problems today."

Stepping through the green undergrowth, which reminds him of the summer that will soon be upon us, Tusia heads for his work area.

Despite what people say, Tusia is satisfied.

He considers it fortuitous that he, who had no relatives when he stumbled into this town nine years ago, is now working at something he can call a job.

The backyard, which is unnecessarily large, is just right for enjoying the changing of the seasons.

After enjoying the sound of bumblebees' wings and the twittering of robins, Tusia's eyes caught sight of a shabby hut.

Purification Room.

A place where those who have committed sins that cannot be judged by human law confess their wrongs and purify their hearts.

The hut has two entrances, north and south, and two rooms, north and south.

Tusia, a priest apprentice, enters through the north door.

Through a glass window in the wall separating the north and south rooms, the light coming from the south room illuminates the trail of dust that has been raised.

Tusia sits in an old chair in front of the window.

His job is to wait in this purification room all day long.

He listens to those who wish to purify their hearts, and together they ask forgiveness from the God of contracts.

But visitors are infrequent.

More and more so these days.

The Demon King was destroyed in the Heroes' War two years ago, a treaty was signed, and now everyone in town is busy making money in a world of peace.

It is a postwar period of peace and busyness.

In such an era, few people reflect on their own sins.

That is why Tusia waits today.

It is not a hardship.

He is used to waiting.

"Sorry to bother you."

"!"

Tusia, almost lost in thought, jumps up from his chair and is startled.

Looking through the glass window into the south room, he sees a man standing against the light from the doorless south entrance.

He is big.

No, too big.

He was tall enough to rub his head against the ceiling.

A pile of muscles that seemed to fill Tusia's field of vision.

There was no doubt in his mind that he was this big.

A Hero.

Heroes' War.

Two years ago, a large number of monsters under the control of the Demon King attacked the entire continent simultaneously.

The monsters led by the Demon King, who had amassed great power, swallowed up oceans, mountains, and plains, and approached human territory.

But the chosen men rose up.

With their mighty strength, they reaped the monsters and protected the people.

Finally, the Demon King was defeated.

People called the men heroes and celebrated the victory of the War of Heroes.

"Please have a seat."

Tusia urged him to be seated in a hushed voice.

The man maturely took a seat in front of the window.

"..."

The man's short-cropped black hair and beard swirled, making it hard to make out the man's expression.

But Tusia recognized the man.

Or rather, he was the 'mountain man of the protection' that everyone in the country would know.

"I am Gamma. May I confess my sins here?"

"You don't have to tell me your name."

Tusia is more upset when he suddenly says his name.

But it's just like him.

Although he does not often come down from the mountain, he is one of the heroes who saved the world, and his simple personality is liked and respected by everyone in town.

What kind of sin would such a Gamma confess to?

"Who you are. And what sins you have committed. No one will ever know."

As Tusia whispered this, the big man behind the window began to speak in a pleasant low tone.

"I have lived in the mountains, lumbering trees and hunting beasts."

The leather pants worn by Gamma bear marks along the shape of his thigh muscles and the contents of his crotch.

His worn shirt is stained with plant juices, animal blood, and his own sweat, which remains even after washing.

His long life as a mountain man was evident in his appearance.

"One early dawn two years ago. A horde of monstrous creatures came rushing into that mountain pass."

"......"

At the end of the War of Heroes, monsters under the control of the Demon King were secretly advancing through the mountains and closing in behind this commercial city of Pende.

The city sleeps defenseless and the brutal invaders.

Standing between them was the Hero of the Mountains, who had detected the anomaly.

"I took notice and intercepted the monsters."

The army of monsters was led by a mighty dragon that could burn through ten thousand armies by itself.

Gamma, however, reaped them off with his overwhelming prowess.

Reports later surfaced that the mountain pass was blocked by a large number of folded monster carcasses.

"Everyone in this city thanks you. It is exactly what a hero should be."

"But this is only half the truth."

"......"

Gamma's voice is heavy.

Tusia is silent so as not to interrupt the normally taciturn hero's confession.

"After we killed the monsters, I went into the forest. I needed to see if there were any remnants of them left."

The forest was quiet, he said.

But at the same time, he felt a hot, dark surge.

The death and destruction that had unfolded had set the lives of the forest creatures ablaze.

"I noticed a certain smell. It's a strange smell, sweet and irritating."

Gamma followed the scent through the forest at dawn.

When they emerged into an open area with a morning mist, Gamma noticed an odd shape.

An insect-shaped monster with a shiny, wriggling body and a large abdomen that shook.

"Whore ants. Do you know them?"

"Yes, it's a giant ant-like monster also called a honeypot ants. That's ......."

Tusia notices.

The leather pants sticking to Gamma's lower body, a huge ridge floating on his left thigh.

The hero's large larynx shook.

" It was a monster that could be defeated by an ordinary soldier if he was armed. But it was a queen ant."

"......"

When the queen of honeypot ants reaches sexual maturity, she leaves the nest to find a mate.

Some monsters can reproduce by sperm from males of different species, and this ant-type monster was no different.

"Often, the queen of the whore ants mates with a stallion."

The honeypot ant queen sneaks into the stable and seduces the stallion.

They drip honey-like secretions from their vulva at the end of their abdomen.

"But they seduce any male whose body and dick size match theirs..."

The windows of the purification room were separated by a grid, some of which were unglazed.

The body odor of male arousal wafted into Tusia's room.

"It curled its body into a crescent shape ...... and showed me the tip of its ass ......."

Gamma undid the front strap of his leather pants, as if he thought he couldn't see his confessor even from the priest's room, but he couldn't resist.

But Tusia can't blame him.

"I could see through the shell... it was glowing... with mucus..."

"!"

Tusia knew, but she was still astonished.

Gamma's manhood, protruding from his relaxed leather pants, was larger than Tusia's arm.

Like the mountain man's work tool, his glans stood out as sharp as an axe head.

"I hadn't jerked off much...excited after the battle...the honey from it...and then..."

Gamma rattles off a litany of excuses.

Is it to the priest behind the window? Or someone else?

"I've been in it...! Kneel down! Look into the insect's...eyes! Oh!"

Gamma's meat axe pierces the tube of his hand.

His unfocused eyes do not reflect the present in the least.

"The stallion is no longer useful after mating with the whore ants...! He will no longer breed well with the mares...!"

Large, rough hands slowly manipulated the foreskin, forcing the overhanging glans crown to be covered with skin and then peeled down.

The sound of water rises in the purification hut.

"The moment I inserted it, I knew why! Ahhh!"

Gamma looks at Honey Pot Ant's wet copulation organ with vacant eyes.

His own pubic hair soaked with the ants' love juices.

His own cock sucked up to the base of the honeypot, which was sticking out in folds.

"That ugly creature was born to corrupt men! That filthy flesh-pot to fuck men's cocks...!"

As if the thread is broken, the violent hand-whipping begins.

The grip and pressure of the hand tube changes as if in pursuit of the insect vagina in his abominable memory.

"No, no... when I was a kid! In the woods, I saw an escaped stallion mating with a whore ant...!"

It happened when young Gamma went into the forest to look for an escaped stallion.

Gamma saw them.

A strange silhouette peeking through the trees.

A lewd insect was clinging to the belly of the ranch's toughest and most feisty stallion.

"Ever since that time, I've been...!"

Sensing Gamma's body odor rushing up to the peak of arousal, Honey Pot Ant's copulatory organs begin to move.

The insect's unique, emotionless peristalsis, like a tangling mechanism, tortures the mountain hero's meat pole.

"That stallion! Drooling! Shaking his legs! With a pathetic neigh! He gave his seed to that insect!"

It was the sad fate of those who have the male sex, regardless of species.

His mane sways and his thick neck looks up to the heavens.

Just as the stallion spurted out his seed, the young Gamma also released his first sperm into his underwear.

"I've been! I've been seeing myself with the stallion! Ohhhh!"

The forbidden pleasure that the stallion also tasted torments Gamma's huge manhood.

The breeding pleasure that the stallion had also felt surged up from Gamma's balls.

The hero of the mountain fell into mating with Insects.

"I am! Oh! That day! I was a stallion for the whore ants! Ohhhhhh!"

The thick, too-dense male sperm slammed into the honeypot ant's oviduct.

An avalanche of Gamma's baby-making juices crashed into the secret pot where the insect eggs awaited, a part deeper than that stallion.

White male juice bursts from the joint between the mountain hero's frizzy pubic hair and the ant's abdomen.

"OOOhhhhhh! Insects! I've never had my seed squeezed out of me by insects! It was so... !!"

The insect's compound eyes reflect the strong face of the mountain hero, distorted with pleasure, like a kaleidoscope.

The honeypot ant does not care if its breeding partner is having an orgasm.

It repeatedly torments the male pole that writhes and thrashes around in its womb with unchanging severity.

"It used my cock without mercy! Ohhhhhhh! Just as a breeding tool!"

The humiliation of being selfishly fucked by an insect while cumming in an ant's oviduct.

But the hero's body is unable to resist the pleasure of being sought after and devoured.

Finally, Gamma's male organ loses its rhythm and spurts out sperm as if broken.

"I felt it! My seeds! With bug eggs! Oh, oh, oh, oh! They became one! Nooooooooooo!"

The insect eggs, bathed in his seed juices, turned over one by one into abominable life, like the pieces of a board game.

The humiliation of being a man and the unparalleled pleasure of being a male pushed Gamma to unattainable heights.

"Ohhhhh! I am! I'm a stallion for the whore ants! Ooooh! Guhooooooooooo!"

The pleasure was so great that the ugly insects in front of him seemed to glow with light.

Gamma has no memory of what happened.

Only the white morning sun was enveloping the hero and the bugs, who had united their lives as one.

"...People call me a hero, but I'm the guy who couldn't even refuse the temptation of a bug. That... that's what I wanted you to hear..."

The mountain hero, who had blasted the memory of pleasure into the purification room, caught his breath and muttered to himself.

The eyes of the stallion who had offspring with a different species.

Gamma himself does not know that he has the same eyes as those satisfyingly muddy eyes.

"I praise you for your courageous confession. Together, let us ask the Covenant God for conscientiousness."

Tusia knows this.

How strongly the bodies of heroes are always roasted by the desire to breed.

"No, I'm thankful you asked... sorry, I've soiled it."

Gamma said as he tucked his meat stick, which was still dripping white threads, into his leather pants.

While Tusia was wondering what on earth to say in response, the mountain guard left the purification room.

"..."

As silence returns to the purification room, the bustle of the city of Pende can be heard across the thicket of trees.

It was truly a time of peace under heaven.

But few know who paid the price for that peace.

"I have to clean up."

The priest's apprentice choked on the thick smell of semen that caught in his throat.

By the time he finished cleaning up the copious amounts of white sperm, it was already dark.