Tamed Monster - Chapter 157

Sylvia could neither shake nor nod her head—she simply fixed him with the fiercest glare she could muster.

Yet the infuriating creature’s smile never wavered. His monstrous, ridged length dragged lazily across the soft skin of her belly. At the stinging sensation, Sylvia’s expression tightened involuntarily.

“Well? Shall I f**k you with this one?”

His voice was leisurely, as if other options were readily available should this prove unsatisfactory.

Sylvia lowered her gaze. Peering down, she caught sight of that massive length—rearing up like a serpent, dripping, poised just above her navel. Its size alone was intimidating, but its shape was far more grotesque.

Still… it was just a c**k. The usual shape. Something about that felt disappointing. A deep, irrational perversion curled in her gut, urging her on. When she hesitated, Kuinan let out a long sigh.

“Hmm…?”

The question was clear: Not good enough? Once again, Sylvia remained silent. His lips stretched into a grin as he gave a knowing nod.

“I’ll satisfy you. One way or another.”

All his efforts to hold back his true form, to keep her conscious—it was as if none of it mattered. He was fully prepared to exhaust her.

As his c**k throbbed and began reshaping itself, Sylvia watched, barely breathing. Any ordinary woman would have fled—but she watched with something like anticipation.

True to his reputation as a swamp creature notorious for brutal mating, Kuinan drew on three centuries of accumulated knowledge to find the most intense way to stimulate her. He dredged up images of other creatures he’d observed, their monstrous forms, their bizarre couplings and let them guide the transformation.

He’d crafted this for a woman’s body, yet he’d taken nothing from human mating rituals. It didn’t matter. She would survive. He’d made her strong enough.

Gazing down at Sylvia’s wide eyes with satisfaction, Kuinan asked cheerfully:

“Do you like it?”

Of course she did. How could she not? He’d shaped something perfect for her.

Even as he watched her focus slowly return, he failed to grasp the situation. Unlike him, Sylvia had always struggled with instincts that warred against reason.

“…?”

Her eyes brimmed with confusion as she studied the monster’s terrifying length.

Then, those pretty violet eyes began to tremble.

Kuinan tilted his head, half-worried, half-irritated. Why is she looking at him like that?

Like the responsible, considerate male he was, he voiced his concern first.

“What’s wrong?”

The single question struck her like lightning. She convulsed, writhing away from him. Kuinan’s expression remained bewildered.

He leaned closer, belly pressing to belly, trying to see her face and she flinched at the drag of his c**k against her skin. With a whimper, she pushed against his chest. A clear gesture of refusal.

‘Now? After everything—why?’

Male monsters didn’t understand rejection. Kuinan was no exception. All he felt was rising anger. After he’d endured agony, remade his own flesh to shape something perfect for her, and this was her response? He couldn’t even laugh—it was too infuriating.

Kuinan’s eyes darkened… then, he lowered his gaze. For a moment, he studied his transformed length in silence. When he looked at her again, his fury had considerably cooled.

“Mm… is it too hideous?”

The p***s was studded with protrusions of unknown purpose, resembling something like a torture implement. Certainly not something meant to enter a soft, yielding hole.

Kuinan, who had never hesitated to thrust his c**k inside even when it bristled with spikes, found even he reluctant this time. After a moment’s deliberation, he asked cautiously:

“Do you want the blindfold back on?”

It was a ludicrous suggestion.

Sylvia shook her head—sharply, with clear irritation. Kuinan clicked his tongue in disappointment. His hand slid up her thigh, feeling the damp skin quiver beneath his palm, and offered another alternative as if it were nothing.

“Then… how about just the tip? Just in and out. I promise it won’t hurt.”

He spoke of nothing but shallow thrusts and the monster’s voice betrayed how little he meant it.