Keyword and Scene Focus: #InsatiableVirginML - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Though he spoke gently, as if coaxing her, his voice had sunk so low it seemed to bore into the ground itself—and it was thickly smeared with a lust he could no longer conceal.

Irene felt herself being consumed by a pheromone both unfamiliar and achingly welcome, creeping up from the tips of her toes. The cool, crisp scent, reminiscent of a fresh breeze, seemed to shift in character the further it climbed up her body.

The smell of earth rising from rain-soaked ground and the deep scent of dense forest burrowed deep into her nostrils. His thick pheromones seduced her openly.

They fluttered playfully before her nose, as if taunting her—You still won’t welcome me?

She could not doubt or guard against his advances.

No, she welcomed them. Her feelings aligned with his intent entirely.

She was so overjoyed that tears sprang to her eyes.

She had already been alone before she reached adulthood, and when her heat had begun, there had been no one to help her through it.

No one to tell her, This will make it easier during your heat.

Or, I can relieve your heat for you.

But now, here was a male slipping sweet fruit into her mouth and telling her he would see her through her estrus.

How had she encountered such a male?

No—was this even real?

Was she not merely dreaming?

A sudden stab of doubt made Irene reach out her hand. She stretched her fingertips toward the large form beyond her blurred vision. She felt skin—soft yet firm.

“Do you want to feed me too?”

Unlike his, her fingertips held nothing, but he nibbled at her soft fingertips as though chewing on something delectable.

“How adorable. Already knowing how to look after your male.”

They had not even known each other for a day, yet Irene failed to notice his shameless possessiveness as she spoke with breathless excitement.

“R-Really?”

She had meant to ask if he was truly a beastkin, if she was not dreaming. But Knox interpreted her words in his own convenient way, as if they were made for it.

“Of course. You’re the female to whom I’ll offer my virginity. Naturally, we must hold a wedding.”

He smiled then. Quite fiercely.

“Consider tonight our first.”

“Hnnn…”

Still swallowing the fruit that entered her mouth, Irene shifted restlessly. No—his words could no longer reach her ears. All she wanted was for this heat to be cooled, and quickly.

How would he cool it?

What would she have to do for this male to touch her?

She had been lying beneath him in a demure posture, but she had been rubbing her thighs together all the while. Then she felt a large hand tugging at the front of her chest. He seemed to be trying to undo the crisscrossed lacing, but his touch was terribly clumsy and rough.

“Damn it, why won’t this come undone?”

At his voice, thick with impatience, a sudden laugh escaped her. A grown man who did not even know how to undress a woman.

“Tsk!”

The click of his tongue was followed by the sound of fabric ripping. The constriction around her chest eased. Tear after tear rang out, and in an instant, she was stripped bare. But that hardly mattered.

When she returned to her true form, she was always naked anyway.

What did it matter to be nude in human form?

She merely lived by human rules. This natural state was far more comfortable to her.

She had been rubbing her thighs together, but now she could endure it no longer and began rocking her hips. Her c**t, which felt as though it were filled to the brim with scalding honey, needed to be opened at once to let the heat escape.

Seeing her spread her thighs wide and buck her hips, Knox flung the torn shreds of cloth in his hand to the floor and rose to his feet. A long shadow stretched behind his massive yet sleek form. His shadow fell over her body, as white as her snow-white hair, elongating across her skin. Their overlapping silhouettes looked as though he were already sucking on her n*****s.

That pleased him, and he bared his teeth in a grin.

He tore off the shirt and pants that had been constricting him so stiflingly. The last remaining undergarment shredded like paper in his grip and fluttered to the floor.

His c**k, as thick as her forearm, swung down and bounced back up. The tip, already straining toward the sky, was slicked with a glistening white fluid.

Having licked the fruit juice clean from his lips, he turned his gaze to see the female who had flipped her body over and was now shaking her hips at him. His eyes locked on her, he climbed onto the bed with a predator’s grace.