《Unheartly Eating the Hell Fruit》 The First Meal is Me Again I hold it in my hands. The old feeling comes to me. It is flacid. I''m afraid. Still, there is no going back. The little demoness to my side grab the guy tongue forceps and shoves it''s ends at the basis of my pubis, ignoring the hand which holds my member. Despite looking frail and immature as a fourteen year old girl with red skin, the little demon brutaly grabs the body of my penis and pull it towards herself. Tears start forming on my eyes as i feel the terrible, yet, known sensation. "So, how much of it will it be now, Telse ? Uh? How much do you want for me to cut off today?" I try not to falter, still her words get at me. I feel anger at my own weakness, and the tears drip side by side with an angry, humiliated grim. The demoness looks at me with anger herself. The cutlass on her right hand decepates me without a second thought. I shout in pain, anger and humiliation as blood gushes out of the many severed arteries. "How come you useless males have such a hefty amount of blood on these dicks of yours, and so little on your fingers? Truly a useless race." The danmed demonic countess jests at my pain, while drinking her wine. "If you all wheren''t so interested on making these useless little things functional, maybe you would be better at magic. As if a tiny male dick would be usefull for anything, anyway."If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. The forceps succubi takes away the meat of what used to be my penis and toss it at the embers. The small pile of red-hot coal is the only thing around which ressembles light. "Not answering? I would expect more of you, Griffin. To look so dejected after losing your penis, what''s the matter? You can grow it back, can''t you? Just like you grew that hateful arm of yours." Many years ago i lost my arm. But i hasn''t simply grown back. It was replaced by my willpower and desire. "If anything you should be happy that i got rid of this little thing here for you, shouldn''t you?" The demon countess takes the medium-rare meat from the coal with the tip of her fingers. "Here. Have some nutrition. You need to replenish your energy." She shoves it on my mouth. I start to throw up, but she won''t let me. Holding my mouth closed, she avoids me spitting it out or simply throwing up. The contents of my stomach come to my mouth and start corroding my teeth. It isn''t much, but i can''t breath. It is too much meat, how does she expect for me to eat it without chewing first? In the middle of desperation a moment of sorrowful lucidity makes me realize i had just considered chewing my own cooked member as something needed. Then the sorrowfulness turns into pain and saddness, as the moment stretches and i realize i''m choking. My body has tried swallowing it whole. Probably trying to protect me. The taste in my mouth is a mixture of meat and vomit. There''s a hint of blood and in a moment my congested face pressures against the countesse''s hand again, trying once more to throw it up. I can''t breath. My eyes start to roll out, and then a pair of slender fingers enter my mouth. "You useless cockroach. Not even able to swallow it." The countess shoves the meat down my throat with her fingers, enlarging my esophagus in the way. It hurts! It hurts as she tears me from the inside out. My will, my precious willpower, so capable of making me things. A will so strong it can make me a new arm out of desire. Still, i can''t summon it. As the countess makes me swallow the meat, all i can do is despair as it becomes lodged at my chest. The fingers come out of my mouth, and i cought a bit. The meat lodged in my chest hurts with every cough and every breath. "Let this be a lesson, little Grifin. Arrogance comes before the fall." As the countess disappears in the distance, the invisble chackles holding me in place disappear and i fall to the ground. Soon i am no more at a shadow-y sub-space, but at a lively reception hall. Blood still gushes out of my crotch as i cough uncontrolably. My father looks at me in confusion, my mother is in shock. Soon i throw it up. My penis, that is. Many of the court ladies pass out and the court magician soon comes to my aid, but stops middway, incapable of undestanding the situation. I pass out in the floor. The Second Meal is a Healthy Female I take the knife from the wheeled table and make a small incision on the woman''s tiny breasts. She cries a little as the metal swirms beneath her pink nipple. This woman remembers me someone. I don''t care who. I take the knife away and look at her genitals. I feel an inconceivable urge to fuck her, but my own member has been decepated. Merely remembering the day makes me furious. I stab the woman''s perversion and leave the knife there. She gives out a shriek of pain as blood slowly starts to flow out of her. I leave the wooden operation table and turn to the stone walls around me. Torches lit the windowless place as a damped air makes one feel confused and angry. What should i do? Thinking about myself, thinking about that day. All i feel is a fit of rage, and the impulse of stabing that woman to death. Still, death wouldn''t be enough to satisfy me. I take off my pants and look at the deformed remains. A bloody, half-healed piece of meat, with a feather end sticked in there. I take a stool and aproach the woman. Soon i''m above her, standing on top of the operating table. I take the feather of and allow urine to gush out on her wounds. She''s grossed and terrified. I love this. As i look at this hateful woman, i remember the old countess, and a big smile spreads on my face.Stolen novel; please report. Soon the flow of water stops and i put the feather back in place. It hurts a little, but so what ? I sit on top of her, my feet side-by-side with her face. She''s probably in pain as the whole weight of my body pressures her stomach down. The knife in her crotch is certainly hurting even more now. All i want to see is some pain. Is that really so bad? Is that really so despicable? Someone knocks hardly at my door. "Mylord Telse! Our father desires to speak to yeh!" I raise from the woman''s torso and kick her in the face. Some teeth fly away as i carefuly get out of the the operation table. "Say i''m going soon, Edward!" My little brother get''s as farther away as he can, right after i said so. Then, with my right hand enveloped in a blanket, i take a hot rod from the firepit. "Now darling. Tell.... me.... where.... it.... IS!" I shove the rod at the woman''s genitals, enjoying her screams. I haven''t taken out the muzzle yet, of course. This girl knows nothing. I just need someone to feel some pain. "TELL ME!" Where is it? WHAT IS IT?! It would be so wonderful if she knew anything about that, wouldn''t it? It would be so desirable to hear answers. Still she''s just a dirty useless human like all others. Enlightment? Superior wisdom? Ability to lead us in a spiritual way? Superior connection to god?? Bullshit. She''s just some nagging little bitch who thinks too high of herself. I take out the rod and shove it in her heart, looking at her genitals all of the time. Endless anger wells up inside of me, and then as the priestess screams, all i can feel is pain as well. The need to hold my mutilated member is greater than i can get, and soon i can''t but leave the rod at the woman''s body while i run to the end of the room. The old axe in my hand, i start to chop the bitch to pieces, each of them angrier, faster, heavier. Why can''t i get any peace?! Why can''t i get any satisfaction, any pleasure, any relief? I chop her until nothing can be recognized anymore. And so i feel something. Tiredness, above all. But also something. It is done. Something is done. I know not what it is, but there is no priestess anymore, no urge. The urge is gone, and so is my restrain. With the tip of my fingers i get a small piece of her burnt vagina. The smell is pleasurable as the meat is tender and medium-done. I nibble at it, and soon feel the urge to urinate again. Unsatisfaction takes my throat as i feel repulsed by the sign of the chambers around me. Repulsive meat, repulsive world, repulsive existence of anything. Nothing is worth existing, so much is clear to anyone who looks at reality with anything but a dream-filled eye. All should just end, and, still, the foolish demons desire for it to keep existing. So shall I, look for darkest arts. The Third Meal is Putrid I breath in heavly again, and still i feel nothing. It goes through my throath, and sibles by my navel, the old axe wound giving little more than a small ache. My meal. I need it. So i dig. Where am I? I know not. But there''s a meal nearby. I can feel it. So i dig. I dig and dig, my bare hands scooping out the black soil as if it was fresh butter. Soon i find it. Saliva starts to drop from my undermouth as i grasp the tender meat with one of my hands. As i shove it inside, the uppermouth mourns in agony. Foolish. The uppermouth is foolish. I quickly seal it with one of my hands and keep eating with the other. There was only little meat. Too many worms. The body was too small. I need more. ------------------------------------------------------------- I see the scene under myself in pain and disbelief. What have i become? What have i done to myself? The fresh grave defiled, the infant''s body eaten in a mix of nauseating worms.This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version. Still, my body craves for it. I wish never to have been born for the thousanth time. I wish to have died before anything was done. Before i did all i did. Still, wishing is never enough. If only my throath wasn''t so badly wounded, then maybe i could do something about myself. Still, i can''t do more than produce those weird sounds. And even that the horrendous body i have created for myself will make me stop. The callous and thick hands cover my mouth as i murmur. I could try to cast another spell on myself, but, still, all which could happen would be for it to be repelled again. I regret the impulsiveness. I regret the pain. I regret. Please let me die. Please let me die already! ============================================== The stupid head keeps murmuring. I need more food. I need it to be silent. So i cover it again. It''s time to hunt. There''s prey. I can smell it. Urine. Sweat. This way. Big prey. I stalk on the shadows. It can hurt me. But i shall attack first. I bite the neck. it tries to scape. I bite harder. The hoves give up, and i scope the inside. The blood is silver. I shove the nose on my undermouth. It''s so good. I chew. Noise! =============================================== The beast starts eating again. Nothing can stand on it''s way. It isn''t hellish, even if it is grotesque. The pure silver blood of the unicorn can''t do a thing to it. It can''t be purified. It can''t be corrupted. It just is what it is. The pure being is being eaten. Suddenly. The beast makes a move. A young boy. A young centaur boy. Run! I try to say, but i cannot utter a word. Soon we are on top of it. ===================== Hahaha. HAHAHAHA. My dick. I take it off and shove it. I shove it inside. It''s warm. The undermouth nibbles on the flesh. It screams as i shove it deeper. I can feel it rip. It''s ripping as i nibble. It screams so good. An arrow sticks to my hide. I don''t mind it. I shove my hips further in. It rips a larger hole. I can feel the beat on the tip. Ah. It beats. It beats so good. Scream more. Make it beat more! It''s stopping to move. A spear is shoved against the blobs on my fat. It can''t hurt me. I take the young boy and hold it''s flank with my two hands. I suspend it on the air and rub it. Rub it in the dick. The dick pulsates. It is getting hungry. The undermouth bites the kids head. The dick starts to melt the inside. I''m slurping. I''m slurping it. The insides melt. The undermouth eats the head. The dickpores suck the insides. The spear breaks on my hide. I look. A female. The undermouth grims. I take it''s head. The side dick is hungry as well. ================================= Please. I repent. Please. I repent! Still, there''s no salvation. No more. The Fourth Meal is Best Served Chilled I can see her. She''s sleeping, so soundly. So peacefully. I draw nearer, as the air around myself coils and despairs. There is no sound as i rip her clothes. She''s despairing, i can see it. She''s despairing, indeed she is. The man next to her wakes up and starts to masturbate. He''s trash. I''ve made him, i know. She''s desperate. No power, no struggles.If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. Hahaha. She''s angry. I can feel it. Her fury. It feeds me. With a thought the air shivers and she is bended, suspended in the air. The man is muttering an old incantation, his eyes fixated on me. Yes. Pray for me. Pray for the Fallen One. I rejoice as the woman''s fluids start to pour out of her chest. A broken spine perforating her heart. But why should i allow her to die? I bind not her soul to her body, but pure pain still weaves on it. Soon it breaks. Soon she feels it. I''m satisfyed as she moans and growns in pain, unable to recover. Souless, bodyless, a piece of undying despair weavering in the ceiling. It''s almost as if she was my brethen, except she still has to be much more broken before becoming so. I move through the cracks of the wind and leave her there. There is no more guide spirit, there is no more favored fate. All there is, is pain and despair. I took it all from her. No more friendly beings from another realms, no more pseudo-respectfull beings, full of spite as they fuck her soul. Her whorish soul. Her deluted, poluted, used soul. I took delusion from her. And so now she faces despair and feeds me in anger. You''re welcome, woman.