Tamed Monster - Chapter 147

As the slick, elongated mass forced its way into her, Sylvia’s lips parted involuntarily.

“…Ah—!”

It kept pushing deeper and deeper, prodding at the entrance to her womb before finally writhing back out. Even that retreating sensation was so vivid her eyes flew wide.

“Ah—ah! Hah… ngh, ah—ahhh!”

Her stomach was crushed against the rim of the tub. Unable to breathe, she reached back blindly, only for the monster to hoist her lower body up in one swift motion and thrust into her again, hard, from below.

Suspended in midair, she was driven full-force to the deepest point. The space between her thighs burned, swelling hot in an instant. Her vision flickered.

“Nngh…! S-slow down—”

“[Slow down? Hah… ah, this feels good…]”

He withdrew and pushed in again at a measured pace. Then, without warning, accelerated brutally. He didn’t even break a sweat as he did whatever he pleased. It made him seem truly monstrous.

Sylvia wasn’t weightless like a feather, yet he looked as if he could hold her in that position for days on end without effort.

They said monsters showed no expression during mating. True to that, even as he pounded into her from behind with her hips raised, his face remained blank—utterly devoid of emotion, despite the thick pleasure in his voice.

The monster’s language melted into her ears like honey. She couldn’t understand a single word, yet she knew exactly how he felt. Perhaps this was the sound a snake made when content—hissing, breathy sighs woven together into pure, unrestrained delight. The sound alone stirred her arousal.

She lifted her hips even higher, pressing back to take him deeper. Whether her insides were crushed, whether the rough protrusions he sometimes produced scraped her inner walls raw. She resolved to endure anything, recklessly provoking him.

“[Ah…]”

After that single murmur, the monster’s hand clamped down on her hips with terrifying strength.

Even as his grip threatened to crush her, Sylvia felt not pain but a sharp, electric pleasure. Her body, already broken in, had forgotten how to defend itself. When she began rocking her hips back against him impatiently, the monster pressed his lips close to her ear and exhaled a damp breath, leaving a chilling warning.

“Brace yourself.”

She was already braced, at least for now. If true hardship struck, her resolve might shatter in an instant, but in this moment she craved something fierce and overwhelming. Taking her silence as consent, he gave a short, amused huff and reached down, spreading her with one hand.

Rip—!

The sound of something tight snapping apart was both obscene and terrifying, like wings peeling from a pillar—far too harsh a sound to come from mere friction.

He slid a finger inside her—into the space already filled—and bent it, searching out a spot he knew well. Suspended helplessly, Sylvia could only endure his violation. It was a violation she wanted, so all that escaped her were reflexive gasps.

“Ah— ngh…!”

The vivid sensation of being stirred open made her jaw clench. He wasn’t merely probing, he was kneading, scissoring his fingers mercilessly as though crushing fruit to extract its juice. Just as she opened her mouth, unable to bear it, he yanked his fingers free with a wet sound and licked them clean.

“Ready.”

Ready for what—she had no time to ask.

He shed his outer shell.

Literally casting off the skin draped over his flesh, he reverted to his true form. Behind her came the grotesque sounds of bones twisting and reforming, flesh swelling and rearranging. Sylvia tried to turn her head, but the sensation inside her stole all thought away.

It was growing. Growing—Growing still.

She had thought she knew this sensation from before, but this was different.

Her viewpoint lifted as if she were floating, her entire lower body engulfed in his now-massive hand. The pressure crushed her insides, forcing a strangled kick from her legs. She tried to push him away, but the colossal length rooted between her thighs like a tree trunk made it impossible. Her legs struck only empty air.

“Ah—! It hurts… it hurts!”

The pained cry slipped out before she could stop it. The enormity pressing into her belly made it feel as though something inside that didn’t even exist was being crushed. Tears streamed uncontrollably as she kept kicking weakly, until the monster suddenly bent down and brushed her trailing hair aside.

“What do you mean it hurts? There’s no way it should hurt.”

He sounded so utterly certain that, for a fleeting instant, Sylvia faltered. Even as overwhelming sensation battered her inside and out, his brazen insistence almost made her doubt herself.