Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Deeper still, wet noises squelched with every plunge. His skewer-like c**k curved and pounded against her c**t. There was no hesitation, no restraint—like thrusting a rod into the earth in search of a water vein.
“Haa, is it good?”
Knox’s pupils grew increasingly dilated from her pheromones, which now poured out at a level incomparable to before. The scent was so intense it nearly paralyzed his sense of smell, and it began to gnaw away at his reason.
“Does it feel so good you could die?”
Irene was so lost in pleasure that she could not even manage a proper moan, let alone answer his question. He did not seem to expect a reply either.
As his movements quickened, making her body sway along with him, Knox murmured lowly toward her.
“Because I feel like I might die…”
He truly felt as though he might die. It was too good.
How could such pleasure exist?
It was a dangerous ecstasy, like a blade scraping down the length of his spine. His mind was in shambles, his c**k was swollen to the point of bursting, and his hips were coiled taut with strength.
“Hahh, haah.”
“Hoo, hoo.”
With every thrust he drove into her, wet, squelching sounds echoed throughout the room. Not only her thighs but his as well glistened slick with moisture.
“How admirable, you’re drenched.”
Her tight inner walls remained the same, but the copious slick allowed his massive c**k to slide in with ease. Finding this so utterly endearing, the corners of Knox’s lips curved gently.
Her mere existence was already lovely enough, but how could he not adore a female who clenched so tightly around his excessively large, menacing c**k while panting with breathless excitement?
On impulse, Knox grabbed her body and turned her over. Like an organ doll fixed in place and rotated on its rod, Irene’s body turned easily while still impaled on his c**k.
Irene stared blankly at the face that suddenly loomed before her eyes. Thanks to Knox pausing his movements for a moment, she was just barely able to register that it was a face.
Still, the sheer pressure of having his massive c**k buried inside her inner walls was enough to make her whimper softly.
“Hngh…”
Irene flinched at the aching stretch of her c**t, forced open to a burdensome degree. Knox, who had been gazing at her steadily, gently stroked her fair cheek with the back of his hand.
“Open your eyes.”
Irene, who had kept her eyes closed while panting from the sensations surging up from below, slowly lifted her eyelids at his request.
Knox thought her snow-white eyelashes resembled white butterflies. The way they fluttered and flapped was exactly like them. When her pale lashes lifted, the vivid blue eyes beneath reminded him of a clear lake on a certain day.
That blue lake, where sunlight had scattered and danced upon the surface, had been refreshing just to behold. He was deeply pleased by the sight of eyes so reminiscent of that lake now gazing up at him.
She had seemed as though her presence might fade, pale as she was from head to toe, but the moment she opened her eyes, her presence became strikingly vivid. A sudden curiosity surged within him.
How cute must her true form be?
“What’s your name?”
It was an exceedingly belated question. One he should have asked when he had lifted her from the front of that shabby house, yet here he was, asking it with his c**k still buried deep inside her.
But Irene, still dazed from her heat, answered haltingly like an innocent child.
“I-Irene.”
“Irene.”
He pronounced her name stickily, as though rolling it around inside his mouth to savor it.
“Mmnn…”
Knox had been staring at her intently as she let out a sound that was neither quite a moan nor an answer to his call. He slowly began to move his previously stilled hips, murmuring as he did.
“Your name is cute, too.”
There truly was not a single part of her that was not adorable. Feeling her inner walls clench tightly around his length, Knox bared his teeth. When Irene caught sight of his ferocious grin and squeezed down on him even tighter out of tension, Knox burst into laughter.
Only then did Irene begin to grasp the situation somewhat.
This was no time to rejoice over meeting a male beastkin. Having finally realized what he truly was, Irene’s already pale face drained of all color, turning even whiter.
Keenly sensing the shift in her state, Knox beamed at her and spoke.
“Call me Knox, Irene.”
His tone was as sweet as if laced with honey, yet his voice was utterly menacing. As her inner walls clenched down in alarm, Knox raised his upper body and seized both her ankles, which fit easily into one of his hands.
Plap!
His curiosity was sated. It was time to return to the task at hand.
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