Chapter 10
Chapter 10
“Hnng!”
“Hoo…”
As her body turned, her inner walls sucked at his c**k, drawing it in deep. That small motion was enough to easily scatter the last fraying threads of his reason. Her snow-white hair parted like a curtain, revealing her fair nape.
Knox knew instinctively that he had to bite that spot.
The female had said her belly was full.
That meant it was now his turn to fill his, but—what if she tried to run?
“Heh heh.”
A laugh escaped him unbidden. As if to soothe her when she hunched her shoulders at the sound of his laughter, he kissed along the small of her back. Slowly trailing his kisses upward, he paused before her nape and wet his lips.
Under the moonlight that had somehow slipped into the room, his fangs glinted.
Crunch!
“Kyaak!”
Knox bit down hard, sinking his teeth deep into the female’s tender flesh. At the same time, he pulled his hips all the way back, then slammed them forward.
Thwack!
Now, at last, it was time to sate his own desires.
Leaving red teeth marks on her pale nape, he shook his hips not like a panther but like a dog. He lifted his supple, arching waist high, then dropped it down at an angle, plunging his c**k in deep.
Pressing both hands firmly against her slender waist as if to crush it, he pressed his pelvis flush against the female’s rear and bucked wildly. Saliva dripping from his mouth wetted her snow-white nape.
“Hngh, ah, it hurts…”
Irene squirmed and sobbed. At that small sound, Knox’s racing hips came to an abrupt halt. The female had cried earlier too. But this cry was somehow different. Startled, Knox’s eyes flickered as he released the nape of her neck from his bite. He slipped a hand beneath her small face and studied her expression. Seeing the tears streaming down as if she were utterly miserable made his heart plummet.
“Does it hurt? Where?”
“…Hic, where you bit me… it hurts…”
At her pitiful answer, a look of dismay spread across Knox’s face. He had simply bitten the female on pure instinct, never once imagining it would cause her pain.
“Shh, I’ll lick it for you. Don’t cry.”
He extended his tongue and carefully licked the spot where he had bitten her. Seeing the flesh indented made his chest ache.
He might have seemed practiced, but this was his first time spending a night with a female as well. He had tried his best to act experienced, but it was no easy feat. A faint sense of wretchedness rose up within him, only to vanish just as quickly. Because the female had clenched tight around his c**k.
As Knox licked the nape of her neck, goosebumps rose all over Irene’s skin. She had never imagined that spot would become an erogenous zone. She did not know what to do with herself as his slightly rough tongue lapped at her nape again and again. A sharp, tingling pain mingled with a jolting pleasure. Her body tensed every time his hot tongue made contact. The sensation threatened to melt her spine, and her inner walls clamped down tight.
“Hoo, are you alright now? Can I move?”
“Hahhng…”
He had already been subtly rocking his hips, so it was rather sly of him to ask for permission, but she could hold back no longer either and nodded. As if he had been waiting for it, the moment her consent was given, Knox drove into her hard.
Thrust. His c**k plunged deep and pressed against the depths of her c**t. Irene could not hold back her cry and shook her head wildly. Every time he moved like a living creature and burrowed through her inner walls, the dizzying sensation made her feel as if she were losing her mind.
“Hah, does it not hurt anymore?”
Even as he moved his hips fiercely, Knox asked gently. Hearing the female’s sobs sound different from before, he could not help but worry. When the female had sobbed and said it hurt, his heart had felt like it dropped.
Irene’s body felt helpless, as if she were adrift in water being carried away, but her spirits soared. Regardless of her heat having passed, her lower half had already grown accustomed to him, and it cried out in delight every time his c**k thrust inside.
The deepest part of her welcomed him whenever he found it, pulling his c**k in deeper. It was a sensation she could feel herself. And so, for the first time, Irene felt shame during their coupling.
She had been grateful for the act that swept away the fever of her heat, but now that it had subsided somewhat, the memory of her own words and gestures surfaced, and she trembled with humiliation. Even now, she was mortified by how eagerly her lower body swallowed his c**k.
And the sounds—squelch, squelch—what of those?
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