A TRAGIC LOVE STORY OF A YOUNG OGRE (Pixiv Fanbox)

Immerse yourself in the cultural experience of humanoid beasts, such as the Ogre. Traditionally, the Ogres who live in the village of Qenzg-Lccot used to raid other villages in search of a prospective life mate from other beast races, preferably the horned ones like the Shelph. Unfortunately, most villagers misunderstood their intentions, which led to a clash of cultures and turned what was intended as a wedding ritual into a bloody feast.

Witness the grim end of this poor young Ogre, who accidentally hurt the one who was supposed to be his mate for life. The Shelphs are a feisty and fearless mixed-race of Elf-Sheep created by the Goddess C’lathoille QoniQ. Most of them will fight back, especially the Enflarre (Village Guard) and the Sheesaqh (Adventurer).

The young Ogre had a fixation on this particular Sheesaqh named Shelfie, he thought she would be the best instrument of procreation, but when the subject chooses to resist and inflicted pain after pain on the young Ogre, he can not maintain his temper and ended up dismembering the Shelph, There is no Mr. Nice Ogre anymore, even though he was never nice from the begin with. The different social constructs between different beings has led to the fate of this Shelph into a delicious meat skewer, sensually and literally.

The young Ogre contemplate to himself ‘It would be such a waste’ if he just eats her immediately, so he chose to “skewers” the Shelph with his massive throbbing Meat-Wood, shoving it inside her warm pulsating tight flesh, while at the same time, he skewers the spiral cut of the left Milky-Udder with the strange staff he borrowed from the Shelph to roast the breast meat on the campfire.

Despite being remorseful about the outcome, he brushed it off that feeling by absorbing the sensation of his corpuscular skin receptor from his massive Wood for being massaged and squeezed uncontrollably by the unwilling Shelph with her soft narrowed walls of moistened flesh, as well as having her sweet tender butt cheeks pressed against his pelvis, and the fragrance of female’s sweat and love juice is enveloping the area, The pleasure of satisfying one's growling stomach with nutrition and the pleasure of copulation are complementing each other and amplified his euphoria.

this is the tragic love story of the young Ogre who had no choice but to violate and consume the loved one he just met for 49 minutes

a Bad End for the two beasts

No!! what have you done!!

I bought that precious Magic staff from a strange merchant on the Lccot Mountain

it was not cheap!

and the purpose of this staff was not for BBQ party!

Wait, that's not what I meant,

DONT! EAT MEEEEE!!!