Tamed Monster - Chapter 45

3 seconds. The time it took for the monster to tear all of Sylvia’s clothes apart.

2 seconds. The time it took to bend her body in half and spread her legs wide open.

5 seconds. The time it took for his long tongue to roam inside her, completely dissolving her stubborn reason.

Could a tongue really reach the very end of the v****a?

Sylvia thought in dull pain that something was seriously wrong. It felt like less than ten seconds had passed, but the experience she had just endured had already completely paralyzed her mind.

The screams she let out sounded as if they came from a distant stranger.

“Ahhh… ugh…”

The hot, slick tongue glided across every sensitive patch of her vaginal wall, scratching sharply.

It was rough enough to endure, no more than that. Sylvia suddenly wondered if she had ever looked closely at her husband’s tongue. She never had. Was a normal tongue really that rough?

“…Ugh! Wait, just a moment.”

Exhaling sharply, she grabbed his hair and pushed at his shoulders with her feet, but he only sighed in annoyance. He clicked his tongue and swiftly grabbed her ankles together with one hand, lifted her up, bent her body again, and plunged inside her.

Sylvia had no choice but to swallow her screams.

After reaching climax twice in a minute, her ankles were released momentarily and she flipped over. As she tried to crawl away, a sudden hand caught her shoulder. She tried to speak again but was silenced by his lips.

“…!”

What shocked her most was that this was their first kiss.

They had shared their bodies dozens of times, but never their lips. She never imagined he would do such a thing. They were not lovers.

For nobles, marriage for the sake of heirs was common; love matches were rare. Sylvia and Lancart had a political marriage, a mere show, so she never even considered kissing him.

His long tongue slid into her mouth. Between the time it left her v****a and reached her lips, it briefly transformed into a smooth, ordinary surface before penetrating Sylvia’s narrow mouth.

Her membranes stretched forcibly. Gasping, she pushed his broad shoulders away. Like an ancient tree, he did not budge. Her legs tightened sharply.

“…Ugh, cough.”

She squeezed not from pleasure but from the panic of suffocation, twisting her body. This time she banged his shoulders, relentlessly hitting downwards, but he showed no reaction.

She had mistaken the kiss for an act of affection…but it was a new form of torture.

Their lips pressed together, but there was no tenderness. Instead, the contact felt like a strange feeding behavior, slowly strangling her breath. Her mind blurred, vision dimmed. Not a trace of affection could be read from her husband’s intense focus on her.

A soft, short moan escaped his lips as his inquisitive tongue probed her mouth, then slowly withdrew.

“Cough!”

Sylvia coughed loudly.

“Why do you do this?”

Having heard humans loved kissing, he’d tried it once, but Kuinan felt nothing. Why press lips together? Unlike s*x, which had a clear purpose, lip contact seemed useless. He quickly decided.

“Did it feel good?”

“Ugh… no, not at all!”

She tried to snap at him, but their eyes met, and her anger instantly faded.

His eyes were unnaturally blue—almost violet—something she’d never noticed before despite the same room and lighting.