Tamed Monster - Chapter 99

Clunk—!

The back wheel of the carriage hit a rock and jolted up and down violently. That was the exact moment he pounced.

It had been ages since their last s*x. The last time, he’d stripped and ravaged her in front of a crowd of monsters, using the excuse of injecting her with demonic energy. Now, after what felt like an eternity, he finally embraced her again, starting with a sudden, forceful kiss.

“Mmph…! Mmm!”

Sylvia was used to having s*x with him, but kissing was still something she couldn’t quite get comfortable with. She squirmed awkwardly in his arms.

The carriage, meanwhile, rolled smoothly along as if nothing had happened, though his brute strength made it shudder so violently she worried the coachman might notice and peek inside.

“If you don’t behave, I’ll make it even rougher, you know?”

It was a not-so-veiled threat—he really would make a scene and let the coachman see them if she resisted.

Sylvia knew all too well he was crazy enough to do it, so she immediately stopped struggling. Her heavy breathing—ragged from their brief tussle—brushed against his lips and the tip of his nose.

“Ha, you’re so pretty.”

“…”

“It’s much nicer when you’re obedient.”

He said this in satisfaction, then nipped at her nose. It hurt quite a bit, but Sylvia didn’t flinch. When she didn’t make a sound and silently accepted his touch, the monster grew even bolder.

He squeezed her b*****s firmly, then dipped his tongue deep between her lips, morphing it back into its usual monstrous texture. The rough barbs on its surface scraped mercilessly at the sensitive lining of her mouth.

Sylvia couldn’t help but let out a moan, and only then did he move on to his next action.

Rip—

It was the sound of her clothes tearing. He stripped her naked without hesitation. Sylvia, caught off guard, stared at him in shock, and he seemed to only then remember she had no spare clothes.

“…”

“Hm… well, I’ll just ask for new ones when we get there.”

It was almost certain their act in the carriage would be discovered. The moment the Duchess demanded a new dress because she’d lost hers en route, rumors would spread throughout the estate.

They’d say that even after returning from slaying a monster in the swamp, the famously passionate ducal couple couldn’t keep their hands off each other and did such an act even in a carriage.

Sylvia looked like she might cry, but Kuinan seemed completely unconcerned with her distress, focusing only on thrusting his c**k with unrestrained vigor.

Soon, the carriage was filled with the lewd sounds of their bodies moving together, skin against skin. Each time he moved, a blush spread deeper across Sylvia’s cheeks.

‘Ah… What’s wrong with me…?’

She felt good. Almost unbelievably so. Her mind grew heavy, and the icy logic she’d held onto melted away like a sandcastle. Before she knew it, she was clinging to Lancart, wrapping her arms and legs around him.

“Ah… ah.”

[Ha, you’re f*****g adorable.]

Overwhelmed, Kuinan muttered in the language of monsters—a slip he’d never made before, but now couldn’t help himself. Luckily, Sylvia already knew his true nature, so she didn’t seem to care what language he spoke.

“Want me to f**k you now, hm?”

When he offered, a moment of clarity flickered in her glazed eyes, only to fade again as she slowly nodded, as if she’d forgotten how to process her own thoughts. Her unfamiliar compliance was extremely appealing to Kuinan.

“Good. Hold on tight, okay?”

He didn’t want to see her squirm away, whining that it was too much. He wanted her to cling to him like this, letting him thrust as deeply as he wanted, both of them enjoying it fully. Judging by how she melted under a bit of pressure, he was starting to think his wife was just as much of a deviant as he was.

“What kind of c**k do you want? A huge one? One with barbs?”

He could transform it however she wanted—even make a thin rod at the tip to press directly into her cervix. All she had to do was say the word. And if she didn’t have the presence of mind to ask, he’d simply make the choice for her.

“…”

Good—seemed she was leaving it up to him.

When she didn’t answer, Kuinan decided to interpret that however he pleased. No matter how much her rational mind fought against him, there was no way he’d let an opportunity like this pass him by.

“You’d better keep holding on. I’m going to go really hard.”

He warned her firmly, not wanting her to get hurt by slamming into the wall if she lost her grip. The strength of her arms and legs tightened around him even more, but no matter how hard she tried, it would never be enough for his liking.

Still, it was good enough. For now, he restored his c**k to its original, massive size.