Tamed Monster - Chapter 160

He exhaled, hot with excitement. Her walls couldn’t withstand the onslaught; they slackened, opening wider and wider. His c**k twisted in and out of that space like a vortex, forcing fluid from her unwillingly.

Her eyes were open, but she couldn’t see. Her lips stretched wide, spilling ragged moans beyond her control. Her fingers, intertwined with his, thrashed in the empty air. Time crawled like an eternity.

Was she already dead?

No—was she about to die in the next second?

The questions swirled as her back arched to the breaking point. An excruciating peak—and at the same moment, a gush of fluid spattered beneath her, drenching his length in her slick.

She exhaled a thin sigh.

He seized her b****t—the one he rarely bothered to touch—and muttered hoarsely:

“Didn’t feel a thing… f*****g hell.”

She’d felt plenty, but clearly it wasn’t enough for him. She’d expected this. She’d never planned to resist his impulses anyway. Sylvia let all the tension drain from her body, limbs going slack like a discarded doll, yielding to whatever position he chose.

Her s*x and her butt were fully exposed. He parted her delicate folds, baring even the tiny opening of her u*****a. She hadn’t realized his c**k had slipped out of her. When he withdrew his tongue and began lapping at her swollen, ruined flesh, Sylvia moaned with pleasure. She let her guard down for a moment.

She felt him press the tip of his tongue against that tiny opening.

Her body went rigid with shock. This was something that had happened only a few times, and always inside her. Never there. As full awareness struck, she opened her mouth to scream.

His tongue split her lips, entering her mouth as if he’d expected it. Sylvia writhed, her b*****s roughly kneaded as if he were tearing them from her chest. When she tried to bring her hand between her legs, he caught it and pinned it to the bed.

Ssshhh.

That soft hiss—stay still—had never felt so malicious. She bit down on his tongue with all her strength, intending to sever it, but the creature barely flinched. He only smiled, relaxed.

She could feel his flesh moving inside her. She still didn’t understand the purpose of what he was doing, but experience had taught her that it would cause profound changes in her body.

For months, he’d fretted over not being able to alter this part of her. Now, on their final night together, he’d finally done it.

Sobbing, Sylvia swallowed his saliva as he deliberately let it dribble into her mouth.

Bastard.

She shaped the word with her expression. He chuckled, prodding her again, then finally withdrew his bitten tongue. The moment his lips left hers, she unleashed a stream of curses.

Bound at the wrists, her legs twisting helplessly, the rude monster with the grotesque c**k only said,

“Just hold on for a few minutes. It’ll feel good—I promise.”

Whatever he said, she kept cursing every obscenity she knew. And he kept saying whatever he wanted to say.

“My beloved female.”

A confession that was utterly ill-timed. The date was wrong, the timing was wrong. As she spewed curses, the monster continued.

“I love you, my wife. I’ll take good care of you for the rest of our lives. Just like tonight—spoiling this sweet c**t of yours…”

When those few minutes finally passed, Sylvia had been pinned beneath his weight the entire time. One more erogenous zone had been added to her body—one that shouldn’t exist. As her convulsions finally subsided, he slid his c**k back into her p***y to finish what he’d started. Her folds twisted once more, drawing him inward.

Squelch. Squelch. A sound like mud being worked. Sylvia only cried out to be released, overwhelmed by the mingled urge to climax and to pee. It was an impulse that would return every time she mated with him from now on.

She kept crying out. He kept confessing his love.

“I love you. I love you, wife.”

At three in the morning, he finally spilled his long-delayed release deep in her belly as he always did.

Kuinan imagined the happy future with his female and smiled wildly.