The Cat Who Weeps in the Dark - Chapter 60

Each time her n*****s were fiercely pinched, the engorged c**k inside churned round and round against her inner walls. And each time, the prominent tip, the bulging vein, exquisitely scraped the spot that made Katie feel so deliciously ticklish.

“Ahhh! Ohhh-nnng!”

“Huuu. Ah, damn it. You’re so tight.”

Helion licked his parched lips with his tongue. Every time he stimulated her erogenous zones, her inner walls contracted terrifyingly, grinding against his c**k. He felt like he could c*m just from the sensation of her insides clenching, without even needing to thrust.

Helion shallowly ground his c**k, moving his hands above and below rapidly. Each time he simultaneously kneaded her n*****s and c******s, the inner walls gripping his c**k undulated smoothly like waves.

“Haa… Hah.”

“Uuuh-nnng! Ahh-ut!”

The woman writhed wildly, unable to bear the overwhelming pleasure. Each time she did, the sensation of her rotating inner walls made Helion grit his teeth, unable to hold back any longer.

“This is why, you keep, begging for more.”

The c**k, which had pulled out, plunged deep inside in one forceful thrust.

“Hwaa!”

As the startled Katie arched her back, her pelvis was instantly gripped by two large hands. Helion wielded his c**k like a man who had lost all self-control. The glans, the size of a baby’s fist, slammed violently against her inner walls.

“Ha-ung! Ugh-ang!”

Saliva dribbled from Katie’s parted lips. Swooosh, swoosh. The thick shaft pulled out long, then pushed in endlessly, repeating the motion.

“Haa-ut! Gently, ah, Your Highness! Hfut! Please!”

Katie pleaded, not even knowing what she was saying. But the more she begged, the faster and more merciless his thrusting became.

Her vision flashed. Her waist bent as if it would snap in two, and her chin was dangerously tilted upwards.

“Ah! Aaaahhh!”

Katie let out a scream like a beast’s roar. Simultaneously, Helion urgently pulled his c**k out.

“Kuk.”

The heavily aroused c**k convulsed, spurting thick, milky fluid. The endlessly gushing liquid drenched the woman’s crimson back.

Helion closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation of his o****m. When the convulsive e*********n ceased and the man opened his eyes, Katie’s body had gone limp below him, like a waterlogged cotton doll.

Helion tightened the hands supporting her, easily holding up her body. He bent down to look, and the woman was unconscious, her eyes tightly shut.

The woman’s face was a mess, smeared with tears and saliva. Her body, marked with red handprints and clotted with s***n, was equally far from pristine.

It was at that moment. A warm liquid trickled down his thigh, where it met the woman. Helion looked down and fell silent for a moment.

A bright red streak of blood, starting from the woman’s lower parts, drew a thin line.

“…With this, I can’t even get angrier.”

Helion looked at his own c**k, which had become menacingly hard again, as if he hadn’t just c*m. He clicked his tongue, then picked up the woman. His hands were incredibly gentle as he carried her out of the bathroom and laid her on the bed.

* * *

The Chandara Kingdom was a nation forged from the unification of various beast-folk tribes.

The beast-folk, who had roamed as nomads and wanderers, finally found their own nation under the great leader, Ahyul.

However, for every gain, there is a loss. In exchange for the fence of a nation, the beast-folk surrendered their freedom and were oppressed. This led to the completion of the absolute monarchy that existed now.

“Great Ahyul.”

A man, stepping over the crimson carpet, approached the throne and knelt on one knee to offer his greetings. His name was Anaka, the Fifth Prince of the Chandara Kingdom.

“Raise your head, my son.”

Ahyul rose from his lavishly gold-adorned seat to greet his son. Originally, Ahyul was the name of the first king, but now it was used to signify ‘king’ in honor of his accomplishments.

Ahyul strode forward, took Anaka’s hand, and helped him up. Anaka let out a hollow laugh inwardly, but on the surface, he put on an expression of humble gratitude.

‘He becomes so affectionate when he has a use for me.’

Anaka. A name more suited for a girl. As this name alone suggested, Ahyul had wished for him to be born a girl. But could a child’s gender ever truly bend to a parent’s will? Even the great Ahyul could not interfere with the creation of life itself.

In the end, he was born a boy. From Ahyul’s perspective, who already had four sons, it was nothing short of a crushing disappointment.

Anaka was quickly forgotten by Ahyul. It was hard to say he was cast out, but he was merely one of many sons, neither favored nor cherished. That was Anaka’s current standing.