Chapter 14
Chapter 14
A leash—she’d hate it, wouldn’t she? I’d find it dreadful too if it were me…
Then what should he do? She said she didn’t want pregnancy either…
Even as his hips moved fiercely, Knox agonized over it again and again.
“Hnng, ah, too deep, deep—!”
“Here?”
“Nngh, ah, deep.”
The head of his c**k, soft yet firm, buried itself deeper than it had at any point during their coupling. At the same time, his black tail rubbed furiously against her flushed, burning c**t.
“Haaahng, haah!”
“Hh.”
Irene could barely breathe as the pleasure that started at the tips of her toes seemed to pierce straight through the crown of her head. Her b*****s kneaded in his large hands, the rough groans spilling over her ear, and the massive member ramming into her inner walls as if to bruise them—she could not help but clamp down hard on his c**k.
Feeling her c**t squeeze him as though to bite it off, Knox snapped his hips like a madman. Overcome with his own rising need to spill, he clenched his teeth and drove into her relentlessly.
“Hoo, hoo.”
“Ah—!”
A single thrust, the deepest and hardest yet, made her body collapse entirely. She thought she could hear a distant ringing in her ears. Feeling her senses fading far away, she let out a scream-like cry.
“Haaaahng!”
“Kh!”
Her body convulsed wildly. A gush of liquid burst from her c**t like a fountain. Knox, who took the full stream of hot fluid, reached his own climax from that alone. His female, crumbling apart on his c**k.
The female’s pheromones flowed thickly as he shot his seed like piss into her soft, molten-hot c**t. The sound of spurting liquid overlapped—both inside her c**t and outside it.
Feeling the male’s intense pheromones, Irene closed her eyes. Her body could endure no more. It was her first coupling, and she was already exhausted from the fever of her heat.
Knox held the female who had gone completely limp in his arms. Even the white tail that had been coiled around his neck hung slack, now merely draped over him.
“Hoo, Irene?”
“Mm…”
Knox lifted her. With a wet, squelching sound, his c**k—which he had not once pulled out—slipped free. The seed that followed trickled down. Thick, viscous c*m dripped onto the bedding, already damp and soaked with her slick.
He laid her down on the dry side and tapped her pale cheek with his fingers.
“Irene?”
He stared down at Irene, who had her eyes closed with her brow furrowed, and tapped her cheek again, but she did not so much as stir.
“She fell asleep? Now, of all times?”
Though he had climaxed, his member—roused by his freshly blossomed feelings for her—had not diminished in the slightest. If anything, it asserted itself as though demanding more.
“Ha…”
Letting out a long sigh, Knox grabbed his c**k and fell into brief contemplation. Should he wake her or not? If she did not want pregnancy, he would have to use another method. He had to properly leave his mark, to ensure no other reckless male could touch his female.
Perhaps he really should put a leash on her after all.
Knox climbed right over her neatly lying form, straddling her as he gazed down at Irene with his knees propped up.
“I should have fed her more fruit after all. For her stamina to be this weak… Maybe I should give her some nourishing food.”
Thinking of dishes she might enjoy, he naturally began stroking his c**k.
First, he ought to mark her a bit more.
“Hoo, hooh.”
The sensation of rubbing himself with his own rough, hard hand instead of a warm, wet c**t was not at all satisfying. If he had never tasted her c**t to begin with, he would have handled himself without issue, but now that he had experienced that heavenly flavor, m**********n could never be fulfilling.
“Hoo…”
Still, jerking off while devouring her body with his eyes was far more arousing than he had expected. Kneading her soft b*****s, Knox quickened his pace.
Slap, slap, slap. He rubbed himself roughly, almost as if he meant to tear his own c**k off. The mere act of voyeuristically watching her brought his climax rushing in easily. He threw his head back with his eyes closed, then swiftly snatched the white tail draped over his body without even opening his eyes.
While one hand furiously stroked his c**k, he stared intently at the snow-white tail in his other hand. It was similar to his own tail, yet the texture was different. The downy soft fur coiled neatly in his palm. He opened and closed his hand, savoring the feel of her tail.
After stimulating the tip with his thumb, he formed a circle with his thumb and forefinger and dragged it from the head to the base of his c**k. His shaft, fully filling his large hand, swelled even more. On the verge of release, Knox bit down on the white tail he was holding.
He felt as though he needed the female’s scent in some form to be able to e*******e. His ragged breath was muffled by the tail. Panting heavily, he stared fixedly at the sleeping Irene while both hands worked his c**k furiously. He bucked his hips as though he were thrusting into her c**t.
“Kh.”
As the peak approached, he moved on his knees toward Irene’s face. He parted her lips with his thumb and pushed the head of his c**k inside. There was no better way to mark his territory than this.
He had already spilled his seed twice inside her c**t, so now he needed to fill her mouth as well. When a male’s seed entered a female’s body, she carried only his pheromones for a time.
Though the effect lasted only a few days, he felt he needed to do at least this much to ease his mind.
“Hnk, hoo.”
“Mmm, mmngh…”
Her small mouth filled to the brim with thick seed. The viscous fluid trickled down, soiling the corners of her lips. The sight was so maddeningly arousing that Knox narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw.
The white tail held between his teeth was lightly bitten by his fangs. In that instant, Irene let out a short scream. No, upon listening closely, it was a moan.
“Nngh!”
“…?”
A startled Knox belatedly pulled his tail away, but the female’s body had already quivered. Before he could seize her, a soft pop sounded, and her form shifted.
“Irene?”
Knox blinked slowly as he stared at the snow-white cat curled up on his bed. He had been curious about her true form, but he had not expected to see it so soon…
“…Ha.”
This was…
Far more than he had imagined…
“…Isn’t she adorable?”
Covering half his face with one large hand, Knox murmured, his cheeks and ears flushed entirely red. Truly, she was unbearably cute. Her snow-white fur, her pink paw pads, and even her whiskers, slick and matted with his own seed.
As if displeased that he had coated her in s***n and bitten her tail, Irene’s ears twitched and her tail flicked sharply.
“Ha, what is this?”
Were all females this cute, this utterly lovable, this maddening? The cat female he had met for the first time in his life was a far more dangerous existence than he had ever imagined.
“…I’m never letting you out of this manor.”
It was obvious—if he let her outside the manor, some other male would snatch her up without a second thought. What kind of idiot male would commit such a foolish act?
“Irene.”
He called her name languidly, making no effort to hide the sticky emotions coating his voice. At the same time, Knox shifted into his true form. In stark contrast to her snow-white coat, he was a jet-black panther, and his eyes, unlike in his human form, gleamed silver. In the room lit only by the faint glow of moonlight, those silver eyes alone flashed sharply.
Silently, he claimed the spot beside her, curling his body and drawing Irene into his embrace with his tail. The body pressed against his was warm. The tiny, thumping heartbeat proved that today’s events had not been a dream. Knox found her small c**t and lapped at it meticulously. After forcefully filling her with his seed earlier, he now cleaned away the s***n and saliva that had dampened her white fur with devoted care.
Having finished the aftercare, Knox whispered with a deeply satisfied expression.
“Grrr.” [Sleep well, Irene.]
When she woke tomorrow, they would have to mate again. He would mate with her every single day so that her body would never dry of his seed. Then no reckless male would dare covet his female. Surely, no idiot would lay a hand on a female who reeked so thoroughly of another male’s pheromones.
He groomed the female who quivered in his embrace with his tongue. Hoping earnestly that she would sleep deeply.
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