Chapter 8
Chapter 8
Gripping her legs tightly, which spread open as far as he pleased, Knox worked his hips without restraint. With every movement, wet, squelching sounds filled the room.
Each time his massive c**k prodded deep into her innermost depths, her sweet pheromones burst forth like fireworks.
“Hngh, ah, good, more.”
“Shall I pound you deeper?”
“More, please.”
Unable to control her tongue, overwhelmed by pleasure as she was, she could only answer in a slurred, drawn-out voice. Yet Knox found even that speech adorable, and the corner of his lips twitched upward. Pinning the ankle he had seized down beside her head, he swallowed her pink lips in one bite—those lips that had been bothering him for a while now.
It was not a kiss. He truly seemed intent on sucking her lips right off her face as he slid his tongue into her mouth, and the ticklish sensation made him chuckle. When he drove his c**k into her, it felt as though his mind would simply melt away. But having her lips in his mouth made his chest itch so intensely that he pounded at it with his fist.
“Hik!”
Startled by Knox abruptly striking his own chest right before her eyes, Irene hiccuped with her lips still caught between his. Already shocked once by his true identity, the small cat beastkin found herself shocked yet again by his inexplicably violent behavior, her eyes rounding wide.
Wh-What is wrong with this male…
As she hiccuped, Knox moved his c**k gently, as if to soothe her. The c**k that had been ruthlessly thrusting just moments ago now circled slowly, grazing every inch of her inner walls, and Irene’s breath caught in her throat.
Knox, who had been fervently sucking on her lips alone, now grazed them with his teeth and nibbled. Startled by this, Irene opened her mouth, and his tongue once again intruded without warning.
Like a master returning home, he roamed freely inside her mouth. He wrapped his tongue around her small one, teased her soft gums with his tongue, and indulged in her mouth to his heart’s content.
Knox greedily drank in the saliva that flowed into his own mouth. He had thought only her pheromones were sweet, but everything that came from her body was sweet. Not merely sweet—it was so sweet that it left a tingle in his mouth.
“Why are you so sweet?”
“Hha, hha.”
Knox muttered as he drove his tongue deeper. Of course, this was another question for which he expected no answer.
Between her pliantly folded legs, his menacing c**k made its presence unmistakably known as it thrust back and forth. He would tease her with shallow thrusts that barely grazed the head, or plunge deep until he could go no further, rolling his hips with supple precision.
The place where her snow-white body met his—hardened and weathered from the trials of war—was already slick and glistening with her juices and his precum. From that joined place, their intermingled pheromones gave off a lurid, intoxicating scent.
Her lips were so very small, yet he kept chewing and sucking at them relentlessly. Smack. Her pink lips slipped out from between his with a wet sound.
In that brief time, her lips had swollen up plump and tender, looking even more delectable than before. Unknowingly, Knox bared his fangs and clicked his tongue in appetite.
“Please don’t eat me! Hic!”
Irene’s mind went blank at the sight of the saliva dripping right before her eyes and the flash of his fangs. Of all the beastkin she could have met, why did it have to be a panther? Why a panther, of all things!
Even though they were both felines, a strict hierarchy existed between them. As a mere cat beastkin, she could not even begin to compete with him.
Hic, hic. She hiccuped again, and Knox, who had been staring down at her blankly, tilted his head.
“But you’re already eating me.”
“Wh-What?”
“Look.”
As he spoke, he moved his hips. His c**k, which had been teasing her with shallow thrusts, suddenly drove deep inside her with a forceful impact.
“Hnng!”
“You are eating me right now.”
“Hngh, ahhng.”
He pulled his hips all the way back, then slammed forward with powerful thrusts, driving her out of her senses once more. As Irene lay there gasping with her mouth open, Knox stared down at the bright red tongue inside her pink lips as if he wanted to devour it whole.
It’s red inside.
Ah, her c**t was red inside too.
Looks delicious…
His thoughts were brief, and his actions were swift. He caught her tongue with his fingers, pulled it free, and pursed his lips around it, sucking greedily.
“Fwah?”
“Mmm…”
He chewed on it as if savoring the flesh of freshly caught deer in his mouth, and he sucked on it without restraint.
“Ah, f*****g delicious.”
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