Chapter 31
He sucked on her crimson, feverish cheeks until they were swollen, then caught her quivering lips, which trembled uncontrollably with pleasure. As their slippery tongues tangled frantically, a guttural, nasal moan burst from his throat. It was as if the nerves that had been dead while this woman was absent were finally jolting back to life.
The thirst that killing humans could never quench vanished the moment he caught her scent. He couldn’t understand it himself. He was just surrendering to instinct.
After releasing his seed deep into her womb for what felt like the umpteenth time, he slowly pulled out. Her slick, loosened membranes clung to his shaft as if trying to hold it back. As his now-soft, whitish c**k slid out, the gaping hole, stretched to the size of his girth, was clearly visible. With each of the woman’s breaths, her c**t quivered, pushing out the s***n he had deposited deep inside. He used his finger to shove the seed that had dribbled to the entrance back in. The hole was now so wide he could probably fit four fingers inside.
‘In the beginning, the hole was tight.’
Kallist was certain of her purity the moment he’d dragged Sylvia in roughly and thrust into her without any foreplay. Because her entrance hadn’t been clenched shut, unwilling to open, like the first time he’d tasted it. It was clear she hadn’t taken another man in the days since he’d left.
But—.
‘Then why does it feel like that’s not the case?’
His beast-like intuition was telling him otherwise.
His head grew hot again as the image of that damned Emperor’s hound and the princess of a fallen kingdom holding hands, as if escorting her, surfaced in his mind. A dog and a b***h. A perfect match for each other, weren’t they? The rage surged even hotter at his own filthy thought.
He hadn’t slaughtered the dog on the spot because it was better for Zeke to remain on guard duty until he could drag the princess to his bedroom and chain her up, but he was disgusted by his own rational decision.
He should have just killed him without a second thought and vented his fury. Only then did he feel he’d be able to leave this castle tomorrow morning. For the first time in his life, instinct and reason had clashed. No matter what he did, this suffocating feeling wouldn’t go away. He felt like an executioner standing on a pyre.
‘Damn it, what’s wrong with me?’
He let out a self-mocking sneer and thrust his c**k back into the hole that had already tightened again. As the moist inner walls clenched around his member, his suppressed breath burst out, and the bloodlust tormenting his entire body converged at his core. Both instinct and reason melted away like ice before the onslaught of pleasure.
“Huu….”
He let out a long, heavy breath and began moving his hips in shallow thrusts. Just sliding in gently was enough to make the back of his head tingle. The veins on his jaw, clenched tight, bulged a dark red.
When he grabbed the princess’s slender waist, she shook her head as if begging. Please, stop, her desperate whispers continued. He mercilessly pinned down her powerless body and began slamming into her. Thump! Thump! Thump! He drove his c**k into her as if pounding her b******s. A sobbing moan escaped her bent-back neck. This woman really did know disgustingly well how to drive a man wild.
No wonder he was going insane.
“Princess, instead of crying, your time would be better spent getting pregnant.”
He spat the words with a sneering laugh, crushing her delicate body in an embrace that felt like it would break her. Her weeping, a mix of resentment and pleasure, was swallowed whole as a sin into his mouth.
***
The faint light of dawn had finally arrived when Kallist, who had only just released me, dressed me in my panties, which were half-torn and tattered as if he were fastening a chastity belt. He even seemed displeased that his s***n was oozing out, drip by drip. A man with absolutely no conscience, I tell you. After all that, of course it’s going to overflow. My womb felt taut and swollen, utterly filled to the brim with his seed.
“Princess.”
He called for me with a voice thick and heavy, but I didn’t open my mouth. Even the slightest movement of my lips felt like a monumental effort. Instead of answering, I feigned sleep, forcing out a soft, even breath.
I expected him to mutter his usual nonsense—something like ‘be sure to guard your sight well’—before getting up, but unexpectedly, the silence stretched on. Wordlessly, he stared at me, then grabbed my limp, exhausted arm. My slender forearm fit loosely within his grasp. He clicked his tongue.
“With a body this weak, how will you carry my seed?”
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