Chapter 13
Chapter 13
Knox was truly nervous. He had met her just today, and yet he was asking her to bear his young. It was a thought born from his unwillingness to lose the female to anyone else, but saying it aloud was a different matter. His heart pounded as though it would leap out of his mouth.
Irene grew tense as well, swept up by the heartbeat she could feel from his chest pressed tightly against her back. They had only met today, and he was asking her to bear his young?
Yet this male’s heart was beating so fiercely. As if the frantic pounding that seemed ready to tear through his chest had transferred to her, her own heart began to thump wildly in turn.
In a situation where she had no idea how to answer, she only fluttered her eyelids slowly. It was elegant and beautiful, like the flapping of a white butterfly’s wings.
But the two of them had forgotten one thing. The fact that they were still joined together in their most intimate places.
The pulse that had started in his heart traveled through his veins and reached his c**k. His shaft, veins bulging starkly, seemed to pulse along with it. At the sensation of that fullness throbbing deep inside her walls, Irene felt the heat that had briefly subsided from surprise flare back up again.
The heat spread throughout her body. Knox, who had taken her quivering ear into his mouth and was nibbling at it while waiting for an answer, felt it too.
“Why no answer? Are you answering me with your body right now?”
As if on cue, her c**t clenched tightly around him, and Knox’s gaze grew utterly languid. Irene, unable to do anything about her heated body, simply shook her head vigorously.
“Hmm? Will you carry my young?”
Sprinkling small kisses along her nape and ears, Knox pressed her as though pleading. Irene was beginning to sense that he was not quite the dangerous panther male she had thought him to be, but that and pregnancy were entirely different matters.
She caught her breath, then barely managed to open her mouth.
“Th-That, I don’t want…”
She stammered, but her words were firm. Still held by him from behind, Irene lowered her head. The posture and situation hardly suited the moment, but his words were nothing short of a proposal.
She was glad to have met another beastkin, but…
“We only met today.”
Burdened by Knox, who only let out deep breaths without answering, Irene quietly added to her words. She had the distinct feeling that his member had just twitched inside her. Or perhaps it had grown even larger.
Knox did not find her hateful in the slightest for refusing him so resolutely in that clear, innocent voice—if anything, he found it all the more charming. Humans, not even knowing he was a beastkin, instinctively shrank back and feared him.
Of course, Irene had shown fear toward him as well, but her personality—one that spoke her mind regardless—pleased him instead. Was he just finding everything about her appealing?
If he had initially felt a blind fondness simply because she was the first female beastkin he had encountered, now an interest in Irene herself had bloomed. And naturally, his c**k swelled even further. No longer able to hold back, he began to roll his hips subtly.
“Nngh, Knox?”
When he suddenly moved his hips without any reply, Irene instinctively clenched down on his c**k. Immediately, a hot breath spilled over her ear.
Knox licked her cheek and ear while kneading her b*****s to his heart’s content. The soft flesh that filled his palms was deeply addictive. The body and texture so different from his own only heightened the female’s allure.
He rubbed her c**t relentlessly with his tail, gradually increasing his pace. As the sounds grew louder, Irene writhed. It felt as though his c**k was scooping out the hot liquid pooled inside her. Even with a body as heated as hers pressed against him, the fever steadily drained away.
“Hahng, ahh.”
“Hoo, does it feel good?”
“Nnn, good, it feels good.”
“Where should I thrust?”
“Deeper…”
“Haa, like this?”
Just as she asked, he pulled his c**k out to the very tip, then drove it back in swiftly. Each time he snapped his hips, her slick and the seed pooled inside her leaked out in steady streams.
For feline beastkin, the probability of pregnancy during heat was nearly one hundred percent. Once the male extended the barbs on his c**k and stimulated the female’s insides, ovulation would begin. In his heart, he wanted nothing more than to unsheathe his proud barbs and ravage her c**t, but the female had said she did not want to get pregnant.
Then should he make a leash after all?
He had no intention of ever letting the female leave his manor, not even for a moment.
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