The Monster’s Room - Chapter 38

The troupe leader pulled on Marie’s hair to lift her chin, turning his body to reveal what he had been hiding.

<Look.>

Above Marie’s line of sight, a variety of different members were swaying. The members of the dancers—those hot pillars that Marie had once taken in her mouth, and had moved in and out of her both front and back.

In front of Marie stood a dancer with a lithe, cat-like figure. At the troupe leader’s gesture, Marie opened her mouth and took in the sharp, unusually hard member. The dancer pushed it deep into Marie’s mouth, making sure her head hit the wall, while thrusting his hips.

After a while, as he seemed about to climax, the dancer pulled his member out of Marie’s mouth and wedged it between her torn clothing into the cleavage visible through the rips.

“Hah. Gulp, hmm.”

Marie shivered, feeling the warm seed flowing between her cleavage. She wanted to touch below. Her lower part was so intense and itching that it felt almost unbearable, but her hands were still restrained.

“Uhp.”

Without a chance to catch her breath, another member blocked Marie’s mouth. The troupe leader held one of Marie’s hands, watching closely as his member invaded her mouth. He kept watching until her belly bulged from swallowing too much se-en, and her clothes became translucent, revealing her flushed, lustful n–ples.

* * *

Marie leaned against the wall, her body trembling. She could barely move. Her jaw ached, and the sensations in her mouth were numb. Her throat felt sore, but it didn’t seem to be a serious issue—if it was, J would take care of it.

For now, her stomach was full. She felt like she might burp from the amount of se-en she had consumed and rested her head against the wall.

The troupe leader gave Marie, covered in se-en, a kiss by pressing his stitched lips to her mouth before leaving as promised.

Thud.

The containment door closed on its own, and the voice from the gramophone faded away. Marie, unable to move even a finger, could only roll her eyes to look up at the Iron horse knight, who, like the troupe leader before, squatted down to admire her closely.

“Ah!”

Suddenly, he gripped Marie’s g***n with intense force. Marie gazed at him with a mix of desperation and pleasure, as if he could sense her innermost thoughts. He tortured her lower regions with a cruel precision, roughly rubbing her cli–ris with his thumb and jabbing the split area with the sharp knuckles of his fingers.

All this occurred through the slick, wet fabric of her pants.

Marie wanted to remove the pants, but her hands were bound once again, thanks to the ring that had been put on her by the knight that had previously protected her. Unfortunately, the binding was done behind her back, causing her chest to protrude, which the iron horse knight observed closely.

“Ugh, ah.”

He removed his hands from her thighs, seized her by the hair, and pulled her away from the wall. As Marie was dragged down and embraced from behind, the Iron horse knight groped her slippery, se-en-covered b*****s. He roughly kneaded them like dough, twisting her n–ples as if to milk them, and even shook her chest by holding onto her n–ples.

Yet, what made Marie sob was something else.

“Ah, no. Huh, oh.”

It was the powerful embrace around her waist. Marie, with her belly swollen from consuming the se-en, began to sweat profusely under the strong pressure.

“Ugh.”

She vomited the dancers’ se-en.

Exhausted, Marie could barely manage to sob. When the iron horse knight laid her down, she was so grateful she nearly cried, but, as always, monsters weren’t known for their consideration.

With a chuckle and a cold breath, the iron horse knight positioned his knees on either side of Marie’s head. Marie shut her eyes tightly as she watched his armor shift, revealing his chiseled abdomen and then morphing into the shape of his member beneath.

However, closing her eyes didn’t prevent his created member from penetrating her mouth.

No matter how much she pushed with her heels and clawed with her toes, the iron hose knight retreated from her head only when Marie’s body tensed up and then went limp.

“… Huh.”

Marie convulsed without making a sound. One small mercy was that the Iron horse knight’s armor-formed member was not real, so he couldn’t c-m. Although the sensations felt connected, Marie was relieved not to have to swallow any more s***n.

The iron horse knight, who had slumped Marie against his chest, positioned her knees on his thighs.

Her legs spread involuntarily.

When the iron horse knight tore the fabric of her pants, a faint glimmer returned to Marie’s eyes.

Her exposed g***n, untouched and unpenetrated, was dripping with her own juices as if it had been starved for days. Marie didn’t care what it was—whether it was a tongue, fingers, a member, or a fist—she desperately wished for anything to be shoved inside her.

Squelch.

Finally.

The iron horse knight grabbed her g***n and spread it apart. Her exposed, eager flesh yearned for something to fill it, and in response to this call, the previously stationary member of the horseman stirred and approached.