Tamed Monster - Chapter 159

“Bite down harder.”

He urged her to bite harder, so she did—sinking her teeth into his length with all her strength while teasing the tip with her tongue. Then she froze. Part of her tongue had slipped inside. The opening was wide enough that she could probably fit her little finger in. And then she understood.

So that’s why her stomach swells so fast every time he comes. The hole itself has always been that wide.

It was a truth she wished she’d never learned. Add to that the dozen or more times he came each session, the way he kept going for minutes on end—no wonder she bloated up like a pufferfish.

Lately, they’d gotten better at managing it. Every time he finished, Sylvia tensed her belly, and he pressed down hard, forcing the flood to spill out. It had become routine. Shameless, familiar. They’d already done it five times tonight.

“Mm. Ngh.”

How many more times before he let her sleep?

She hoped, at least, it wouldn’t go past ten times. Quietly repeating that modest wish, she lifted her limp hands—one gripping his thigh, the other circling the base of his c**k. She stroked the heavy sack beneath, and he threw his head back with a groan.

“Ah… I can’t hold back anymore.”

What was meant to soothe had sparked the very fire she’d hoped to quell. A hand shot out and shoved her backward. Sylvia collapsed onto the bed, pinned beneath his weight, unable to move. He spread her legs, pressed the head to her entrance.

Would it even go in?

She’d been naive. Her tight, delicate opening couldn’t withstand the pressure.

A monster who could tear a man limb from limb with his bare hands—of course he could do this. The moment he decided to show no mercy, stretching her wide was effortless.

Pain crashed through her like reversed childbirth. But strangely, once it passed a threshold, it vanished entirely, leaving only the raw sensation of being opened. Sylvia watched the thick shaft push inside her with her own eyes.

Something snakelike writhed beneath the thin skin of her belly, casting a long shadow across her lower abdomen. It was grotesque.

Yet it was her body. She watched in fascination, as if a part of her mind had simply… broken. Her lips parted as the monstrous thing forced its way deeper, and she asked, almost idly.

“You’re not… planning to kill me… are you?”

A simple question of genuine curiosity. But the monster didn’t answer. Even with death so close, Sylvia felt no urge to struggle. In fact, the thought wasn’t entirely unwelcome.

The dull ache faded, replaced by something sharper, sweeter, spreading through her limbs as her hips lifted off the bed. Strands of pubic hair curled along the grooves of his shaft, pulled inside and out with each stroke. Her whole body shuddered with the motion. He was halfway in now.

It was more intense than when he split into two or three parts like usual. One solid mass, churning her insides ruthlessly, made her stomach lurch. Finally, he broke his silence.

“Tonight… I’ll only come once.”

He’d already spilled inside her five or six times.

She understood: just one more time. She nodded. That was fine with her. She was already past the edge of reason. Liquid ran down her thighs, she couldn’t tell if it was piss or slick anymore. Sensation and thought were fading together.

“Do you want to hold hands…? I’ve seen humans do it.”

He’d been acting strange all night. The way he looked down at her with those guileless eyes, the softness in his voice. It didn’t match the way his hips moved like scooping into her like drawing water from a well.

The dissonance was terrifying. She reached out, and he laced their fingers together.

Left hand, then right. Both trapped in his grip.

Even as he spoke, he was thrusting relentlessly. Her cries pitched higher.