Tamed Monster - Chapter 100

Rip—

There was the sound of his pants tearing. Oh, he hadn’t undressed yet. He quickly undid his belt, peeled off the now-split pants and his underwear, then settled back into position.

During all this, Sylvia, swaying back and forth like a reed under his movements, once again clung to his back just as he instructed, holding on as if she might break him in half.

She felt something hard pressing firmly against her lower belly, but figured it was none of her business and kept her gaze fixed on his eyes.

“You really have turned into a complete fool, haven’t you?”

“…”

“Tastes good, doesn’t it? My demonic energy. Eat as much as you want—until you’re full. That’s how you’ll get stronger.”

Sylvia was already quite healthy for a human, but Kuinan was never satisfied with just ‘quite’. She was going to carry his child soon, after all. No human woman had ever carried a monster’s child before, but Sylvia was about to become the first.

“You need to be strong… so you can give birth and raise our child, right?”

He gazed into her dazed, clouded eyes and, almost soothingly, moved his lips—then made the biggest mistake of his life: he confessed his plan to get her pregnant.

In that instant, she jolted, feeling tremors shoot through her fingertips and toes.

“…”

“Should I start with it smooth this time? You really hate the feeling of the barbs, don’t you? You’ll have to get used to it eventually, though. Can’t have my mate being such a fuss about it…”

He said all this with a shy, newlywed smile, but the words themselves were unspeakably crude. For Sylvia, the affectionate words Kuinan tried to use sounded more like insults—no person should ever deal with something like this, and yet here she was, having s*x with this being.

She wasn’t just dealing with him—she was entangled, merging bodies, and destroying herself in the process. While her logical mind absorbed every word, her body betrayed her, reacting exactly as he wanted. Nodding along, she watched as his massive c**k pressed insistently against her entrance.

Even before he pushed inside, her well-trained body parted eagerly, welcoming him. Pleased by the reception, the monster teased her opening with his tip before driving himself in deep.

“…!”

As always, his size left her reeling with shock, every inch stripping away what was left of her rationality. Trembling violently from the overwhelming pleasure, Sylvia bit down on her lip as hard as she could.

* * *

She finally arrived home.

Has the Duke’s castle ever looked so beautiful or so comforting before? Sylvia doubted she’d ever truly felt a sense of belonging here until now. Even after they’d arrived, she couldn’t bring herself to get out of the carriage, hiding in the corner until her husband called for a maid to bring her fresh clothes.

“How do you feel? Full of energy now?”

She wanted to ball up her fist and punch him right in the gut, but she didn’t have the strength left to even lift a finger. All she could do was glare.

“…”

“No? Was it not enough?”

“…N-no.”

If she didn’t answer, he’d just go for another round, so she managed to stammer out a denial. By the time the carriage finally stopped, he’d finished inside her six times. Four of those were so deep she nearly fainted each time; if everything lined up just right, she might really be pregnant now.

“You need to be strong… so you can give birth and raise our child, right?”

She had no idea how he thought she could possibly bear his child, but she figured there was no harm in being careful. She didn’t know whether this crazy monster’s obsession with making her pregnant was just a delusion, or if he could actually do it. But until she got a definite answer, she would do everything she could to avoid him.

“Ah, ahhh! Hah, ahhh!”

…Of course, for the past few hours, and right up until a few minutes ago, she’d completely failed at that plan.

No matter what she told herself, her body simply wouldn’t listen. If the monster told her to roll over or hold him tighter, she obeyed instantly, but when she tried to pull away on her own, her body refused to react.

It was like being presented with the most decadent cake after days of starvation—she just couldn’t say no. His scent, his fluids, his breath… it all seemed unbearably sweet. Not for a second did she want to let him go.

She hadn’t even tried to get up yet, but Sylvia was already certain.

She was in no condition to walk on her own right now.