Chapter 19
Chapter 19
“Hngh, hnah!”
Irene felt as though her lower body was melting from the sudden contact. Every time his tongue—so much larger and thicker than her own—dug inside her, her inner walls flinched and contracted on their own.
Perhaps it was because she had spent the night with him. After sharing just one night together, her lower body already felt accustomed to him. It even welcomed him, which she herself could not understand.
“Ahh, Knox, ah, it’s good. More, mooore…”
As though pleading, Irene pressed her lower body against his face and bucked her hips. Pleased by her voice and urging, Knox pressed his jaw tightly against her and extended his tongue as far as he could, just as she wanted. Considering he had called this a punishment moments ago, he was complying with her desires all too willingly.
“Nngh, it’s good…”
Slurp, slrrp. As his tongue dug through her inner walls as if scouring them, Knox tormented her c**t with his fingers. He pinched it between his thumb and forefinger and pulled as if tweaking it.
“Haaaahng! I don’t, don’t like thaaat…”
With one thigh held firmly, Irene twisted her hips. She cried out shrilly, helpless against the sharp pleasure that swept through her. Knox held her c**t and rubbed it. He then flicked or pressed down on it with his fingers, drawing out even more of her pleasure.
At the same time, he rubbed her inner walls with his tongue. He stimulated her while drinking his fill of the slick, laden with the female’s pheromones that clung to his tongue.
“Ahh! N-No! Sto-Stop! Get away! Get away from me!”
Feeling something building in her lower belly, Irene struggled and kicked her legs, on the verge of tears. She was panicked by the sudden urge.
The shame she had not felt during her heat, overwhelmed as she had been by the fever, now reared its head. Irene strained with all her might to get away from him, but it was difficult to break free from Knox, who held her in place with just one hand.
“N-No, stop. Take it out, take it out…”
“Make me let it out.”
Having finally pulled his tongue free, Knox shoved three fingers into her entrance all at once as he spoke. Startled by his low, rough voice, Irene lasted only a moment before an unbearable pleasure tore a scream-like cry from her throat, and she arched her back.
Her toes at the ends of her widely spread legs curled up completely. The imprints of his hands were starkly visible on her trembling thighs, and her head, thrown back, rubbed wildly against the bedding.
Her snow-white hair spilled across the bedspread like skeins of fine silk.
“Ahh-hnnng!”
Knox opened his mouth and drank the gushing hot slick that poured out. The sound of him drinking his fill filled the room. Irene could not control her quivering body and kept twitching. As she panted and tried to catch her breath, she heard him drinking something down.
“Ahh…”
The five senses she had not felt yesterday now seemed to swallow her whole. She was so embarrassed she felt she might go mad. Had it been like this last night too? She only remembered the ecstasy and pleasure—she could not properly recall a situation like this.
She felt her inner walls quivering. And she felt his fingers moving inside her, rubbing as if against her very core. Irene gasped out ragged breaths and trembled uncontrollably.
“Hoo…”
Knox, having finally lifted his head from between her legs, let out a thick, heavy sigh. His expression was brimming with satisfaction, and she barely managed to hold on to her fading consciousness at the sight.
“Did it feel good?”
“…”
Perhaps unable to fathom that she was too embarrassed to lift her head, Knox asked her casually. But when she gave no answer, he raised the end of one eyebrow with a serious expression.
“It seems this isn’t enough to satisfy you. I knew it.”
“…N-No, it’s not that.”
“That can’t be. You weren’t like this yesterday. You kept begging for my c**k.”
“…”
How could he choose such words? No matter that we’re beastkin, we’ve lived in human society for years!
Beastkin tended to be frank and straightforward with each other, but this was far too explicit. Though, having only met a few others, she could not say for certain what all beastkin were like.
Besides, he was the first male feline beastkin she had ever met.
The male, his face unreadable as to whether he was pleased or displeased, sat before her c**t and rambled on.
“Ha, this hardly counts as punishment. But I am a generous male who grants what his female desires. So I’ll give you one more thing you like. Then you’ll be satisfied, won’t you?”
Knox lifted the corner of his mouth high as he recalled the earlier incident. The female had clearly enjoyed having her rump patted. She would surely like his touch even more. Not the touch of some mere human male.
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