Chapter 9: The Fifth Match

Reginald approached the gates. His legs shook with fear as he got a view of the opponent he'd face today. He could barely sleep either due to the sight of the beast he saw yesterday: The Bête Noir. Three of them, to be exact.

“Is something wrong, dear Reginald?” A caprine's familiar voice sounded from behind, and a meaty paw gripped his shoulder.

Reginald quickly moved his shoulder away and turned to face the demon overlord. “You can't be serious! I can't fight…fuck that thing today!”

“Oh? So you don't think you have any hope of taking its massive cock?” Asmodeus laughed at the last few words and the idea of Reginald's belly being so outstretched to meet its size.

“Well…no.”

“Then I guess you're giving up and letting humanity suffer under all the beastmen's rule?” Asmodeus asked. “After you got this far, my sweet Reginald?” He placed a paw under the human's chin and gently touched his rugged skin.

“I…I don't know.” Reginald looked to the side, wondering about his experience yesterday, not with the minotaur, but also with Calvin as a dragon. He found comfort in reliving that time with Calvin's monstrous dragon cock inside of him, breeding him for pleasure. Even if this may be his form from now on, he couldn't help but want more of the dragon.

“Well, that's just unfortunate. I must say that I can't let you give up now. That's too easy to just make you my eternal pet. So…I think I will have to help you meet its size.”

“What?” Reginald asked, a bit of excitement in his eyes. “How so?”

“I'll just have to give you something. But I won't give it to you just because you ask. You'll have to earn it, and I'll be generous and make it quite easy for you.”

Reginald saw as Asmodeus moved his thin loincloth to the side and showed off his semi-hard cock all in front of him. The size was massive, not as much as a dragon's or minotaur's, but possibly one of the larger beastmen sizes, and it was not even fully hard yet.

“I want you to worship it and taste my precum, that's all,” Asmodeus ordered.

Reginald looked away, trying to resist the urge to satisfy this beast's cock.

“Come on, if you don't do that, then that monster in there surely will split you in half. Do it not for me but for your pathetic human race.”

Reginald opened his eyes and looked at it. Already, the semi-hard penis was growing from excitement. He opened his mouth, and leaned forward to place his lips on the cock head. With a kiss, he saw the cock immediately growing a few sizes, harder than before.

“Ah, pardon him. He hasn't cum since last night.” Asmodeus said with a chuckle. “Give it some love, it'll easily leak for you.”

Shamefully, and half-nude, Reginald brushed his tongue up the shaft and over the bulbous head of the caprine's cock. He did this a few times before Asmodeus's paw pushed his head toward his cock head, and he kept on giving it sloppy kisses. He didn't want to worship the cock, not after all that he's done to him, but he had to to save his human race, and himself.

“Keep it up, it'll be dripping soon,” Asmodeus said.

Reginald kept on licking and kissing the head, his tongue sliding over the urethra.

With a moan from Asmodeus, Reginald then tasted it: The salty taste of his precum. As he tasted it, he moved his head away only to be held in place by Asmodeus's two hands. His face was forced to face the other’s cock, and his mouth kept brushing up against it, dirtying his face with the clear, stringy pre.

Finally, Reginald felt the grip on his head weaken, and he quickly moved it back. “Ah! You said one drop.”

“Ahaha! Sorry, I got a bit too zealous there. But I suppose that should be enough.” Asmodeus moved his hips back, and moved the loincloth over it, though it was not hiding much when his cock was fully erect like this. “Well, now you're ready.”

“What? Aren't you going to do some magic on me?” He asked.

“It was imbued in my precum: A growing spell. I can't guarantee you will grow to his size, but enough to take him. It's why I helped you further to take in more of my precum, I just wanted to be sure you got it.” He said, then turned away from the young man. “You better get going, you don't want to grow before you get in the ring. You got a few minutes, I will guess.”

“Ah! Why didn't you tell me that, you bastard!” Reginald whined, then turned back towards the gate, which led to a corridor out into the arena, to run through it. As he entered the arena, he did not see any beasts there yet.

_Wait, what's going on? _He thought to himself, then looked up to the side to see Asmodeus take his usual stand and announce to everyone the match details.

“Greetings, all beastfolk! The fifth match will begin shortly! Reginald has survived many beasts in the past few days, but today is a very special guest. One that can only be summoned under certain circumstances, and filled with the power of lust!”

The audience remained quiet for the moment, allowing Asmodeus to follow up.

“Today, I give you, Reginald versus...” He opened up the book to the same page he was on yesterday, then started a chant before calling forth the name in a boisterous way. “Come forth, Bête Noir!”

A dark rift then formed on the other side of the arena. Reginald watched as the rift grew larger, which had an unholy aura to it, and saw a large, shadowy monster break out of it. The familiar large clawed hand came first, with a muscular arm protruding out from it, as it held on to the arena’s wall to help push itself out. The rest of its muscular body, complete with a large pair of pecs and chiseled abdomen, came soon after. They were all attached to the head of an indistinguishable creature, but its snout was long enough to be recognized as that of a beast. As the summoning process neared completion, both Reginald and the crowd would notice that its legs seemed not to be visible anywhere, instead floating on a shadowy funnel that came from the ground and formed its lower body.

_So that's how it looks in more daylight. _Reginald thought, a feeling in his stomach starting to turn. He wasn't sure if it was the spell or fear, but something was happening.

The shadowy rift was not done yet, however, as it opened up wider to expose two more of the same beasts, both nearly the same in body type and musculature. Perhaps their snouts had a different shape and thickness to each, but their dark color and stature remained the same.

The audience around them was speechless. Reginald was as well, especially as he saw the Bête Noir's large appendage just from under its abdomen–its cock, or rather THEIR cocks–immediately grew from seeing the puny wrestler. They were all happy to see the human.

“Alright, monsters. Time to see what you're made of!” Reginald confidently said, feeling an aura of magic gather around his body. Almost immediately, he felt his body grow, expand, and lengthen. Unlike Calvin's transformation into a dragon last night, he retained his human form as he saw himself grow larger, his shadow starting to loom over the crowd as his clothes were torn off him.

_Damnit! That goat bastard couldn't make my clothes grow alongside me?! _Reginald thought, then immediately felt himself stop expanding.

He still had to look up to the kaiju-sized beasts, each of which towered over him as the minotaur did. Perhaps slightly less taller, but cocks just as fat as the bovine’s was.

“No...wait...!” Reginald said as he looked at Asmodeus.

“And now, begin!” The caprine overlord announced, cueing the bell to ring and signal the start of the match.

Reginald still felt uncertain, and he hesitated for a moment too soon. One of the Bête Noirs grabbed Reginald by the waist and held him up to his chest.

“W-wait! Stop it, you foul beasts, I didn't get to…gah!” The beast's cock started to immediately seep into Reginald's hole, precum immediately lubricating the entrance and further in.

“Wait, don't!” Reginald pleaded again, looking into the glowing eyes of the beast that seemed to stare into his soul.

Then, he felt a tongue brush against his right cheek. “Huh?”

A tongue brushed up against his left cheek as well, and he realized that the other two Bête Noirs were satisfying their tastes of hunger and curiosity.

“Stop licking that feels…hot and weird…” Reginald said with a moan, and the main beast's cock started to enter him even more, just barely halfway through.

From the balcony, Asmodeus glanced down at the scene, intrigued by how all the Bête Noirs were connected to one shadow.

_So, if all three are attached to the same source, then that must mean the lust energy built up from the past few days was tremendously more powerful than the previous time. _Asmodeus thought to himself, his finger to his chin. As he looked down between his legs, he saw his pets were already on-duty in sharing and servicing his massive cock. With a smile behind his mask, he concluded, _So, Reginald is special. Who knew that one mere human could help inspire me to do all this? Create such beautiful scenes of debauchery for all my fellow beasts to enjoy. And now we get to see the culmination of such lewdness! But...can my sweet Reginald even handle it? _He placed a meaty paw over Cum-Rag's head, and patted it. “Keep it up, my pets. I'll make sure you both get a good load of milk to keep you full.”

The young man was held up in place by the Bête Noirs, with the first one’s length pointing right up to the human’s hole before slowly sliding in.

“Gah! Stop!” Reginald pleaded, but the dark monster did not stop as it continued to plunge its member inside him. The cockhead went in first, then the shaft started to sink in.

“Gruh! S-So big...!”

Reginald felt fuller than before, with only one ruthless push needed for the summoned beast to fully insert his cock into the human. However, the beast's push was being resisted by the tightness of Reginald's hole, or perhaps his unwillingness to be penetrated by such a monster. The two other Bête Noirs noticed his tightness and unwillingness, so they leaned in to stick out their tongues and slide them right into the human’s mouth. The warmth of their saliva had an immediate effect on his body, causing his muscles and even his anus to start relaxing. Was this just one of the effects of the war-ending fuckbeast? Before Reginald could ponder on that more though, the beast claiming his ass shoved the entirety of his cock inside of the human, balls deep no less, and Reginald's mind went blank right afterwards.

Everything around Reginald seemed to stand still for a moment, and it seemed to be blanketed by some strange aura. When his mind came to, he realized that he was not in the arena anymore, but instead in some dimensional space that seemed to have no end beyond the area he found himself in.

“What…what's going on here?” He thought to himself, and then looked down at himself to see the monster's cock was still fully inserted inside of him, and for some reason it seemed to expand and grow an even thicker width. As it did, Reginald let out a yelp as his belly bulge expanded even further, the pain being fully wiped away with pleasure that he was uncertain if he liked. “You're too huge, your cock can't keep growing like this!” He pleaded, but for some reason heard his voice echoed.

Confused, Reginald looked to his right and saw what seemed to be another Bête Noir, but with a nude human figure and a helmet over his head that obscured any facial features from view. However, the body seemed eerily similar to his, aside from being much more muscular and with a deeper voice.

_What the hell? _Reginald thought, then looked to his left as he heard a higher-pitched and woman-like voice yelp like he did. What he saw was a very built and tall woman, with dark hair down to her shoulders. Her breasts were fairly large, too, and her body had many curves to it. Even so, her body still somehow reminded him of his own, but obviously, he was not a woman. Why do they look similar?

The beast slid his cock back, his head still inside of Reginald's hole. He saw the same image of the Bête Noir on the left do the same, mimicking his movements. He looked to his right to see that beast do the same.

A small laugh came out of the beast’s dark snout, deep and guttural, that echoed through the other two beasts. Then, the beast moved the portion of his hips forward, and his insides were full again; his belly bulged again due to the beast's size.

“Gah! Why…why is this happening?” Reginald thought, not feeling anything like this. “And where are the other two? What's happening?”

Without answering, the beast slid out his cock, and moved his hips forward again. Whatever this beast was, it had no mercy for the human at all. Other beastmen may have tried to show some restraint, even a hint of it, but not this monster. Reginald and his two other mirror selves were in for a wild ride.

_This has got to be some weird dimensional magic! _Reginald thought, yelping through each thrust inside of him. _I can't do anything about it! It's so…hard…and hot. _He felt his upper body hit the ground, his lower body upward as the Bête Noir got a better level for him to mate with Reginald. He started his rampage of thrusts again, and Reginald couldn't help but beg and moan over the hardcore fucking, as did his barbarian self and female self. Made worse by the living shadow that was Bete Noir being one, or rather three, hunks of a giant monster with equally giant dicks.

Then, the monster went at it once again, bucking his hips in and out of his belly as his belly barely contained it within his stomach. Even more so, the monster leaned forward and let his drool drip from his mouth and onto Reginald's body. He immediately felt the warmth of it as it dripped down his belly and down to his pecs.

“S-stop! You monster…” Reginald’s pleading was becoming less convincing and more tired as the thrusts went on. Even with barbarian and woman variants, pleading became more tired over time.

The monster noticed this, and a smile curled over his snout. He firmly gripped Reginald by his sides, and held him upward with his monstrous cock still tightly inserted into him.

“Wha-what are you doing now?” Reginald asked, but got his answer, and he felt his body turn around, spinning around the Bête Noir's fat shaft. Then, the monster's hands pulled back his thighs, moving his legs completely upward to where the sky would be. “No! I don't like this position! Please do something else!” He pleaded, with his other two voices echoing across the dimensions.

The beast did not listen, and instead gave a small laugh before hitting himself into Reginald. The position, the discomfort, all of it was coming together to create a different sensation that was quickly starting to feel good. Something about being held like that and having a huge monster cock inside of him, larger than a beast's, was rubbing against his prostate much more intensely than any other position. He must admit, this was just as good or even better than the mating press position, despite some discomfort in his limbs!

The beast moved his thick snout towards his ear and let out a deep moan, “Brrreeeed.”

“What?!” Reginald thought to himself, quickly feeling the monster's cock go inside and out of him. “That won't work! Not even a dragon's semen impregnated me! You can't do that…right?” Reginald retorted, slowly starting to doubt himself now. This Bête Noir was more than even a dragon, it was a beast beyond beasts that he was now facing.

The cock slid up and down, being hugged tightly by Reginald's insides and then loosened up as it exited most of his insides. Each time it entered, Reginald could feel his prostate being bumped against by the huge monster meat, and there was nothing he could do to stop it or make it go deeper. He was already full anyway. He could only look down at his body, watching his abdomen turn slightly round at the cock formed a belly bulge, and turn back into an normal abdomen.

_This is intense, but I don't know why I'm starting to like it! _He thought, feeling his excitement rise.

His barbarian-self seemed to be enjoying it, his cock was fully hard as his Bête Noir also held him in a full nelson position. The same with his female-self, alot of lewd juices were leaking down the beast's dark cock and dropping onto the ground where his shadow just appeared.

_Even my other selves are enjoying it. _Reginald thought, bouncing up and down on his monster's cock, eventually feeling it grow even more in thickness. His insides moved and adjusted for their new size, and Reginald knew what was happening. _Ah, this monster is about to cum, I can tell when his penis swells more like that. _He thought, a small smile over his face to replicate the broken mentality he was in, just like when the minotaur was inside of him. _Go ahead, monster. Cum inside me, I don't care if I get pregnant either. I'll have your babies for the rest of my life! _He felt the monster go even faster and faster, even with such a monster with no legs, he could tell he was about to burst now. _Come on, cum inside! Cum! Cum! _He thought, and then felt the monster cock inside of him swell even more, and it's hot white fluids ejaculated into his belly at heavy rates. The first shot nearly filled his entire belly with semen, and now the second should fill it even more! There was no way Reginald was going to be able to contain it all inside of him, especially after reaching his limit with the minotaur, but he didn't care; it excited him that his monster was finally feeling good.

“Aaah! Yes! Monster cum, please fill me up with your white sticky seed!” Reginald yelled out, hearing his two other selves repeat his sentence. “I want to be pregnant with you! Please, shoot out all of it!”

The Bête Noir gave out the loud, rumbling, and guttural roar that all of the Reginalds wanted to hear. A dominating monster claimed him for his breeding stock as his belly was continually filled with warm semen until it was too full that the white liquid started to spurt out from not only their holes, but their mouths. Even though it all felt weird, he felt good to be used. He was finally happy to be a monster's breeding bitch, perhaps even more happy than when his dragon mentor mated with him. Finally, he was able to accept his purpose in life, as were his other three selves.

The final spurts of semen finally exited the monster's fat cock, his guttural moans dying down to heaving breathing. Reginald's entire body was soaked with white semen, as much of it puddled into a pool of white liquid before him, continuously dripping as his belly was distended into a cumflated ball, even larger than when his dragon mentor unloaded inside of him the second time. It amazed him just how much semen one monster was able to pack, and even so, he felt really happy that this happened.

I…I love this. Reginald thought, accepting his mind as broken. This is my life, isn't it?

He looked up around to his two other selves, and saw they held the same broken expression over their faces. They liked what happened, despite their overly extended and cumflated bellies that jiggled with each minor motion of their bodies. Perhaps this is what the beast will do to him in every dimension of himself, forever until the end of time.

His Bête Noir let go of his body, and Reginald fell to the ground as a heavy spurt of semen exited his anus on impact. He lay there, looking up at the interdimensional “sky” with the beast's muscular body and giant cock just in view as well. Everything was amazing to him, and yet, something in the atmosphere seemed to break. This confused even the Bête Noir as he looked up as well, and saw the walls of the dimension crack further along each hairline. More and more of it cracked, until it shattered completely, and behind the “glass-like” atmosphere appeared a similar arena they were once in. Reginald looked confused, but could barely move due to the new weight of semen in his belly. He could barely move up on his arms and noticed that the caprine overlord, Asmodeus, was standing eerily close to him and the three Bête Noirs.

“That was quite a show for us, my dear Reginald. You completely broke to the whims of the Bête Noir, and yet, here you are, nearly stable and unbroken at the sight of me.” Asmodeus said and looked up at the monster. His cock was still dripping bits of white semen onto the floor before him. “And you satisfied this monster. Just look at the cum before you.”

Reginald looked down at himself, and saw that was was practically in a pool of semen that flooded most of the center of the arena. _Did the monster cum that much? _He thought, now feeling for his giant belly that was entirely too full.

“Don't worry, Reginald, your belly will go down to size. That is, if you're not already pregnant.” Asmodeus answered.

“Wh…what!”

The overlord chuckled. “Ah, so sensitive to the thought of pregnancy, perhaps you are not yet broken after all.” Asmodeus then moved his finger up toward the air in front of him, and a small aura emitted from his finger as he drew a circle in the air. “As you can see, I anticipated the Bête Noir's ability to create interdimensional instances. We watched the entire thing through a perfect view of you, kind of like a public broadcast, isn't it?”

Reginald saw himself being taken by the beast, in a full nelson position, and bred successfully.

“The audience loved it. You were about to like it too, weren't you?”

Reginald looked away from Asmodeus, ashamed to admit something so lewd with a monster-of-monsters.

“Well, in any case, the Bête Noir will have to recharge himself again, for the final round that may interest you, considering you've been slowly becoming emotionally attached to all those who bred you.”

“Just what are you implying?” Reginald shot back at Asmodeus.

“I'm not implying anything, I'm just stating facts.” He approached Reginald. “The fact is that you've been enjoying being fucked in front of an audience starting from round one with your beloved bear.”

“No…wait…that's not true!” Reginald pleaded, but his face was red enough to show his real feelings.

“It's no use to hide those feelings, my sweet Reginald. Soon you'll come to admit you also love me, but in due time, that will happen. And you'll become my most precious pet.”

Reginald stared at him for the longest moment, but there was not much he could do but somewhat admit that he was right.

“Well now, my imps will help get you back to your cell and deflate you. I hope you find it as pleasant as it was to be filled up.” Asmodeus said, walking away from the human.

Reginald was left once again, feeling emptier than usual, that this was not yet over, and one more round was to come.