Tamed Monster - Chapter 76

But here, in the monsters’ domain, the female’s body was meant to take the male, no matter how massive, no matter how grotesque. He forced her open with his thumbs and forefingers, prying her wide.

‘It hurts…!’

She hunched her shoulders in pain, but this was still the least agonizing way for him to expand her entrance. Kuinan did not relent. His barbed shaft twitched eagerly, ready to shred at her soft walls the moment he broke inside.

Once, twice, three times he tried aligning himself—then gave up. He didn’t want to give her any pain.

The swamp’s demonic energy wrapped around them both. Normally, demonic energy wouldn’t embrace a human woman, but because of what Kuinan had done at the castle, the swamp itself was deceived into thinking Sylvia belonged to this land.

He growled in satisfaction, then shoved his fingers inside her.

Two fingers, then four pried her apart, leaving the center gaping. He pressed the swollen head of his c**k against it. Withdrawing his fingers, he drove his shaft upward. Leaning his weight heavily on her back, he forced himself in—.

It was only the tip, but even that was already too much.

She let out a soundless scream, writhing like a crushed insect. The sheer pressure alone had pushed her to her limit.

She couldn’t even cry out properly when the pain was too great. Kuinan, who had brought her to the edge countless times before, understood immediately. He also knew that once she passed this breaking point, she would inevitably surrender to the act.

To reach it, he braced his hips and thrust harder.

Crack—

Following the head, the barbed shaft carved into her narrow depths. Still, it never lost its rigidity, boring straight inside. Sylvia, wracked with childbirth-like pain, clawed at the mud as though trying to crawl away.

The real ‘birth pangs’ would come later. For now, the burning, iron-hard length pulsed as though alive, repeatedly expanding and contracting while it tore through her insides. It didn’t feel like filling a passage, but like carving out a new one. There was nothing pleasant in it for her.

“Ahhh—! Stop!”

Unable to endure it any longer, Sylvia cried out. The monster rumbled a growl in response—it was a familiar warning sound to tell the mate to be still. Had she been a monster, she would’ve understood. But as a human, she only fought harder.

“It’s too big! Why—why now, all of a sudden—”

Some days, her husband’s c**k seemed manageable. On others, it felt monstrously large, splitting her apart. Once, she had been left torn and raw, forced to apply ointment for days. When he saw that, Kuinan had mocked her, saying—how fragile was her hole, really?

“What are you, pudding?”

Having only once tasted pudding in his life, Kuinan had still gleefully used the metaphor to tease her. Sylvia had shot back coldly:

“And what are you then, Duke? Made of an iron rod down there?”

It angered her that he could deride her body by calling it pudding. When he carried around something that not only shifted in size but even in texture from day to day.

But he had only grinned, pleased.

Now, as she pleaded again, his breathing only grew harsher. Like a male too provoked by his mate’s cries, he slammed down brutally.

The demonic energy didn’t flow into her—it was flowing out. Kuinan, too consumed by the act, never noticed he was draining her instead. Twice, thrice he spilled inside her, but kept pounding his hips mercilessly.

He ignored her reactions, ignored the horrified stares of the monsters gathered all around. Before hundreds of watching eyes, he drove his c**k in and out of his wife’s body like a weapon, hammering her butt relentlessly.

The sight of that massive rod plunging in and ripping back out was grotesque even to the monsters.

When monster mated with monster, it never looked so much like a one-sided feast. But monster with human—it was savage beyond bearing. No matter how human his outward shape, his c**k was unmistakably that of a beast, and the spectacle was brutal beyond words.

Squelch, squelch—

Her inner walls, which should have remained tucked safely within, peeled outward, dragged with him as he pulled back, then shoved inside again. The trembling flesh, somehow still not bleeding, foamed and convulsed. She had long since lost consciousness.

“Ahh… so good.”

Thrust, thrust, thrust—

After absorbing the demonic energy, he slowed down and shoved himself back into her body. He let out a low laugh and reached forward.

He hauled his wife’s waist as she sank from the swamp, dragging her up onto land, only to ram back into her and keep going.

The next day, and the day after that, the tangled cries of a monster and a human echoed endlessly across the damp swamp.