Tamed Monster - Chapter 37

There was no way that even if he held her in some strange manner like before, it could shock Sylvia as much as when Rossa slapped her cheek. Sylvia was seriously mistaken after only a few weeks had passed—unaware of how deeply her body was wounded, and how her soul was scarred.

Carefully, Sylvia reached out toward the blindfold he held lightly in one hand.

As she naturally took it away, Lancart, who had been reluctantly turning away at the door, suddenly turned his head. He had known all along that she was reaching for it, and that he would take it—so he deliberately turned slowly, looked her squarely in the eyes, and gave a satisfied grin.

“A wise choice.”

Even if Sylvia stubbornly refused to mate, he would have held her down anyway.

He would have thrust inside her, moved his hips, spilled his seed, and repeated the same process again—ten to twenty times—changing the shape of his member each time to match her loudest cries. Better to endure it willingly than be forced. Clumsily, she tied the blindfold tighter.

“No strange toys this time, please.”

She was sure he had used some bizarre device before. Kuinan didn’t understand what she meant but cheerfully said “Okay.” He had never used anything like that. He just freely changed the shape of the brutal member hanging between his legs.

“No running away this time, okay?”

The only regret Kuinan had about their last encounter was how often Sylvia tried to crawl away from him. Besides triggering his hunting instincts, he didn’t want to hurt her body, so this time he kindly warned her.

“Never before… ugh!”

Sylvia’s prideful outburst was swallowed whole the moment the monster pounced on her.

Her clothes ripped apart, limbs flung wide. Her protesting voice was muffled as the beast on top of her pressed his lips against her chest. The swollen, knobby member pierced her delicate folds. A sharp cry escaped Sylia’s mouth.

“Ugh…!”

While the unfinished scream echoed uselessly in her mouth, the man tightened the blindfold knot and mercilessly slammed his hips.

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Pierced, stretched, and ravaged.

Though similar at first, each word described a different reality.

The entrance was pierced, the vaginal walls stretched, and the womb interior ravaged. Sylvia now precisely felt where she was being impaled. Instinctively, she pushed him away, feeling along his shoulders for support. As if realizing her struggle, the man gripped her hand tightly.

“You’re being cute today.”

He breathed heavily, pleased, but Sylvia had no reason to smile. She rescinded her earlier statement that being slapped by Rossa was more shocking than having s*x with him.

This was far worse. Even the second time, she couldn’t hold back her cries.

“Aaah! Haah…! Wait, ugh!”

She struggled and begged him to stop, but he pretended not to hear or see, blowing out air arrogantly. Sylvia wanted to rip off the blindfold, but remembered the last time he flew into a rage, so reluctantly lowered her hands and tearfully begged him not to push too deeply.

“If I’m pregnant…!”

“You’re not. Even if you were, it wouldn’t matter.”

He clicked his tongue at her like dealing with a fool. Sylvia couldn’t understand how he was so sure. She had deliberately chosen the most fertile days to tempt him. He spilled himself inside her many times, and she hadn’t even tried to wash away the seed.

“How could you—ugh!”

Something poked inside her, a finger-thick rod slipping in and out of her cervix. The unfamiliar sensation made her tremble uncontrollably. When she looked like she couldn’t bear it, he released a sticky liquid from his u*****a.

“Ah… what a nuisance.”

Though complaining about weak creatures, he carefully monitored Sylvia’s condition.