Tamed Monster - Chapter 158

Sylvia seemed to consider it. Could something like that—something so thick and blunt at the head—possibly be thrusted in just a little? The moment she tried, it would get stuck at her entrance, immovable. And still she hesitated, though time was slipping away.

The creature decided he was done asking.

He had held back long enough. Was there any male among his kind who had shown such patience for a female? In all history, he doubted it. He pressed forward with his hips.

She shot upright, her small hand clamping around his c**k.

Both of them were startled. Kuinan hadn’t realized she could move so fast. His length trembled in her grip, shivering as if with need.

Sylvia started to pull back, her palm almost scalded—then changed her mind, dragging her fingers deliberately over his surface.

“Haah…”

Kuinan let out a groan. Sylvia bit her lip, stealing glances at his face as his eyes fell shut, lost to the sensation. Meanwhile, she focused on the faint ache pulsing low in her own body.

His c**k was an intimidatingly ugly thing. In more ways than one. If she had to describe it, it looked like one of those deep-sea horrors, dangling a lure, waiting for prey. She’d never seen one in person, but she’d glimpsed an illustration in an old manuscript. The image stayed with her disturbingly vivid.

Unlike what she’d expected, though, it wasn’t slippery. Not yet. It felt dry and too hot, its shaft spiraling in a broad helix. That bothered her the most: that shape.

She recoiled at the thought of something so aggressively formed forcing its way into her—something that looked like it could burrow into places that didn’t even exist. Would any female, even a monster, be able to take something like this? If she’d been born one of them and came across a male like Kuinan, she’d have run in the opposite direction.

She did ask for more, she reminded herself. She wanted this. But not—not this.

Should she try sucking it instead? She wrestled with the idea. There was no way he’d agree to stop, not now.

She shifted her weight, unsteady. Kuinan watched closely, then caught on. His eyes lit up, and he went onto his knees, shoving the grotesque spiral of his c**k toward her mouth.

The smell hit her. It was familiar and terrifying. She hesitated again, mouth hovering, until he commanded.

“Suck.”

It was the last night anyway. Their last night together. Maybe, if she let herself sink deep enough, she could purge the last of her lingering attachment.

Her tongue touched the slick heat of his head.

He flinched, staring down at her, wordlessly. She felt the silent demand and spread her tongue flat, covering the base of his shaft with wet warmth.

“Ah…”

He let out a moan. His hand fisted in her hair in satisfaction. She dragged her tongue over the rough surface of his length, then opened wide and bit down hard.

He was a monster who could turn pain into pleasure. She could do as she liked, then.

A low rumble rolled from his chest, like a wounded cat’s purr. Does it actually hurt? She glanced up—and caught the ecstatic twist of his expression. She bit down harder.

“Ah—my female. You’re desperate to get pregnant, aren’t you? What the hell are you going to do… after…”

To him, it was praise. To her, a threat. Sylvia had no intention of carrying a monster’s child. All she wanted was freedom and peace. From the moment she’d lost her homeland, a stable life had been all she’d ever wished for.

‘It won’t fit. I can’t—’

Her jaw ached from biting down, from trying to wrap around him. If only he’d make it smaller. But he’d grown it to the limit of what she could bear.

Perhaps he instinctively knew it too that this was the last night.