Chapter 0
“Ngh… hngh.”
Late at night, as the candle atop its stand flickered precariously, soft sobs slipped through the curtains draped beneath the bed canopy.
“Tina. If you come this easily, what am I going to do with you? Your real heat[1] hasn’t even begun.”
Above the sobbing woman, a man with red eyes spoke in a low murmur. His words sounded like a reproach, yet his tone was impossibly tender.
“Hah— ah! Mm…”
But the woman, gripping the bedsheets with white knuckles and burying her face into them, could not return his gentle chiding with an answer. A horrifyingly intense sensation climbing up from below had clouded every last thought in her mind.
The man settled above the trembling woman, meanwhile, betrayed nothing beyond the low timbre of his voice; his expression remained the same as always.
He fixed his gaze on the woman’s slender body with a predatory intensity, as though he might lick every inch of her. If he lowered his eyes just slightly, he could see her lower lips greedily swallowing him in. Even the slightest twitch of his fingers drew up strands of slick arousal.
After admiring the sight for a moment, the man released a short sigh and spoke.
“Didn’t you say last night that one wasn’t enough? So I’ve only been feeding you more, just as you wished, and here you are, spilling so indecently.”
“Nn- ah. I never… said…!”
Her words broke off there. The fingers that had been languidly rubbing her inner walls suddenly began pressing, firm and insistent, against the spot where she felt it most.
The heat that had been simmering gently flared sharp and searing along the path of his touch in an instant. The woman convulsed, forgetting how to breathe, her back arching into a graceful curve. Her legs, spread apart with no pretense of modesty, fell further open, begging him to press deeper.
“Ah! Cain, I’m—!”
Just as her insides clenched desperately around his fingers, as though she might snap them off…
“Ngh, ah.”
The man withdrew his hand without warning. The woman, robbed of the climax that had been mere seconds away, let out an involuntary sigh of frustration. Even so, her inner walls clung tight to each retreating knuckle, desperate for them to stay. Glistening arousal trailed along his fingers as he slowly pulled them free.
“Tina. You should call me by the name you gave me.”
He chided the woman as she panted in frustration. Even as he spoke, he leaned down and dragged his tongue in a long stroke over the flushed pink n****e that had been standing stiff for some time. As if a promise of something far more exquisite, if only she would give him the answer he desired.
“My, my.”
But the woman, drained of strength and managing only labored breaths, seemed to have no energy left even to open her mouth. She trembled at the sensation of his scorching flesh pressed against her own rigid body, yet her lips could not form a single word.
At last, the man breathed a short sigh and seized her chin.
Then, without once letting his gaze stray from her gray eyes, he thrust his long fingers into her mouth. Without warning, those long digits drove past the root of her tongue, pressing down against its flesh as though demanding an answer, filling her so forcefully it nearly choked off her air.
“Now, please say it after me. Rus.” [2]
He spoke slowly, watching tears well in her gray eyes. ‘Rus,’ a name derived from the Latin ‘Purus,’ meaning “pure white.” It was the name the woman had once given to the small creature cradled in her arms.
But his long fingers were pressed so deep against the body of her tongue that no proper word could escape her lips. He was too close, and the breath he poured over her was too hot. Her mind was already beyond clouded by pleasure and pain.
“It’s the name you gave me yourself, isn’t it? Say it. My Tina.”
The fingers buried deep inside her began to obstruct even her breathing, and as the woman worked her tongue this way and that, desperate for oxygen, she inadvertently sucked at the intrusion. The taste on those fingers was obscene and lewd.
“Haah. You say you want to stop, yet here you are, provoking me again.”
The man let out a languid sigh at her utterly graceless attempt. Below, his swollen length wept another bead of slick fluid. His red eyes sharpened in an instant.
“Ngh. Hngh.”
As violence flickered in his gaze, tears forced their way from her eyes.
This was already the third time. He would enter her with his fingers, work the most sensitive spot until she teetered at the edge, then retreat just before the peak, and when exhaustion threatened to pull her under, he would stoke her all over again until she wept and begged.
All of it, every overwhelming, exquisite sensation, withdrew before she could reach the end.
“Hk. Hnn. Hh.”
Once the tears began, they wouldn’t stop; a flood of raw emotion spilled forth. Thin trails of tears rolled down the woman’s reddened cheeks.
Through her tear-blurred vision, she saw the man gazing down at her, making no effort to conceal the cruelty in his eyes. A strong jawline defined by sharp angles. A blade-straight nose. And above all, those red eyes that held her captive.
[Rus. I’ll stay by your side. So it’s all right. Everything will be all right.]
Within that raw, unfiltered gaze bearing down on her, the woman searched for the image she had once cherished.
The soft fur that had shared its warmth with her on cold nights. The heartbeat beneath it, slower than a human’s. The tiny ball of fur that would burrow into her arms and nestle close. Her only comfort.
“…Tina.”
When the woman continued to shed tears, a slow utterance fell from the man’s lips. His low voice had returned, at some point, to the tender tone it had held at the start.
With a sigh that sounded like surrender, the man brushed away her tears and withdrew his fingers. Then he pressed his body closer still and brought his c**k to her entrance. A slick, wet sound rose from below, though the act itself hadn’t yet begun, the mingled fluids they’d both spilled made the obscene noise unmistakable.
Soon Tina could vividly feel the man’s thick shaft rocking shallowly against the very edge of her opening. His length, veins standing out in stark relief, made no effort to hide how desperately it wanted to bury itself inside her.
At that brazen sensation, Tina curled her already-clenched toes tighter. The wet sounds from below told her that even without penetration, her lower lips were begging to devour what they had long awaited.
“Ah…”
“Hah.”
The man leaned down and kissed her deeply. He licked along her lower lip, then eased his way gradually between her teeth. It was a kiss gentler than anything that had come before.
And so, as he traced each sensitive membrane one by one, letting the wet sounds of their kiss fill the entire room while he explored her for a long, slow while.
“Mmh.”
Her ragged breathing began to steady, little by little, matching the rhythm of his tender kiss.
“Tina. Say it yourself.”
“Nn—”
Once he confirmed that Tina was breathing properly again, the man slowed his pace. But that didn’t mean the stimulation had ceased, and Tina could only let a tormented moan escape.
“That you want me. That only I can satisfy you.”
Drawing closer still, he was close enough now that his c**k nearly pressed into her. The man gripped Tina’s chin. The iron strength of his hold layered over the teasing sensation sent thin goosebumps rising across her skin.
“Tell me, my Tina.” [3]
The tender gaze fixed on her. The scorching heat against her skin. His swollen length, straining to have her. The veins standing taut with the effort of restraining his desire, and the sharp tang of his sweat.
Before all of it, Tina could no longer deceive herself.
Every night — no, every moment, as it had always been — the only being who could satisfy her now was her one small solace. ‘My little wolf. Only Rus.’
“Yes… I want you.[4] I want you, Rus.”
And so, in the end, she had no choice but to say it.
Even if the man looming dangerously above her, eyes alight, bore no resemblance to the beloved creature in her memory. Even if tears welled with every word until they blotted out her vision. In the end, she could only open her mouth and speak.
“…Ah!”
The moment the man licked the tears trailing down Tina’s face in one long stroke, his member drove deep inside her without any warning at all.
“Kh”
“Ngh… ah!”
The mere act of penetration was enough to make her vision flash and stutter. And within that sensation, a long, long night was only just beginning.
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Translation Notes:
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