Tamed Monster - Chapter 26

That unfortunate accident postponed their intercourse for another fifteen days.

After fifteen days and one more night, she awkwardly began seducing Lancart, peeling off layer after layer of clothing.

Lancart—or rather, the fake Duke behind the mask—grasped her thigh firmly and spread her legs mercilessly.

Without even recognizing the shape of his member, Sylvia was thrown onto the bed, her legs tangled, and she screamed. It was a night woven with both pleasure and pain.

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He seemed like a gentle husband, but in truth was a savage.

This man was mad. Before considering if he was sane, one had to wonder if he was even human.

Their intercourse had begun only an hour ago.

In that short hour, more had happened to Sylvia than in her entire restless life.

She barely survived. Losing her virginity was just the start—her womb was hammered by his shaft, her hole stretched and completely invaded, and his s***n directly deposited deep inside her.

Yet somehow, she kept breathing and remained conscious.

It would have been better if she lost consciousness, but she struggled painfully, thrashing about.

“Ah… ugh! Ahhh, aaah.”

No matter how often she called his name, he didn’t seem to understand.

When he told her to call him by his name, he acted as if Lancart wasn’t his name. He was slow to respond, or simply didn’t get it.

Calling him Alexander was no better. Sylvia’s tears welled as she trembled.

Her patience broke when he thrust deeper, causing her to moan and curse.

“You crazy bastard!”

“Hmm?”

Only then did the creature, bending his oddly shaped glans in and out, seem to realize he was being addressed. He stared intently at Sylvia.

She couldn’t tell, blindfolded as she was, but she knew he was focused on her. She had heard that “Hmm?” sound before, a childish reaction from him whenever he actually understood her.

“What are you doing… ugh, what kind of… thing is this?”

Her body was ruined on the first night in her husband’s arms. This was no normal s*x. Even with no experience, Sylvia knew his behavior was strange. No human had ever encountered such bizarre s****l acts.

Suddenly blindfolded just before s*x, he seemed to be using some humiliating adult device.

She had to believe that—believe it wouldn’t be that he simply transformed his member while inside her—because that was something no human could do. The doctor had said her husband was poisoned by monster poison, capable of strange acts humans could never imitate.

“What do you mean, ‘what kind of thing’?”

Lancart finally spoke, having stared at Sylvia’s slender, sweat-dampened back for a long moment.

“I’m fulfilling your wish. You asked me to impregnate you.”

Over the past fifteen days—or almost a month—watching her shameful seduction, the monster thought he had been very patient. He was unaware of his own desires for half that time.

For the rest, he couldn’t respond at night because he was worried about her sprained ankle.

Sylvia had been signaling in words and looks that being impaled with a twisted ankle was better than listening to Rossa’s nagging.

Lancart was amazed she now called him crazy, since he was granting her wish. What was her problem?

‘Of course, a human can’t really get pregnant from a monster seed. But it still feels good, right?’

When the monster directly deposited his seed inside the womb, the female monsters went wild. Sometimes they injected s***n through the belly instead of the hole.

Even female monsters hated the pain and sometimes recoiled. Humans would likely die instantly. Lancart was surprisingly careful not to kill her and tried hard in many ways. She should be grateful.

“…I think I’m pregnant now… so get off me.”

She paused briefly at his brazen retort, then weakly trembled, signaling she wanted to shake him off.

Lancart thought, How dare she? He grabbed one of her thighs and lifted it to face him. Pierced and twisted 180 degrees, she arched her back, tilted her chin, trembling all over.

Though she wasn’t in any state to listen, the monster began speaking unilaterally.

“It’s better if you don’t show that attitude. When you’re mating with me.”

“…”

“I’ve been holding back since earlier. You keep trying to run away. One more time, and I’ll shoot s***n right here—understood?”

He poked the center of her belly with his index finger.