Chapter 44
“Even though I’ve only pushed it in all the way, what are you going to do if you’ve already cum? What are you going to do later?”
“Haaang! Haang! I don’t… don’t know, don’t know… ah!? Aahk, ahh, ahhh…!”
Terria immediately starts pressing down on the pussy that’s leaking fluids as it climaxes. He twists the cock that’s swallowed up to the root, stirring it around over and over, so new stimulation overlaps on top of the orgasm.
Because the most important place on a woman’s body is being pressed, a different kind of tingling sensation is felt compared to before. It’s closer to pain than pleasure, so she twists her waist wildly and tearfully appeals to him.
“Ahh, ahhk, ahhh… ah, it hurts, it hurts, ahh… it hurts, there…!”
“Looks like it’s still too much for you here. You’ll get used to it gradually.”
It really hurts. It feels like that place is being stabbed with needles, so tears stream down. Even in the middle of that, the continuous pleasure makes it impossible to tell whether the tears are really from pain.
Soon, Terria stops stirring and begins pistoning. Every time the cock goes in and out, her lower abdomen bulges slightly along its shape—pure obscenity.
In an instant, the pain from the cervix disappears, and only endless pleasure floods her mind. Even though she just came, a woman’s body can still feel more, heating up intensely.
Slap—! Slap—! Slap—! Slap—!
“Ahhhk, ahh, aah, hngh! Haaang! Haa, haaang…!”
Just like before, Terria thrusts so roughly it feels like her ass might break. His balls slap against her, the wet sound of fluids filling the room.
Her vaginal walls have already melted completely, every single fold clinging tightly to the cock, injecting pleasure. She has no strength in her body, burying her head in the bed and doing nothing but pant and moan.
Even though she expected it, the continued sex feels so good it’s dizzying—almost frightening. Terria speaks crudely like a low-class mercenary living day to day.
“Don’t lower your ass, lift it. Got it? Feels good getting fucked?”
“Haaang…! Haaang! Haang! Haah… I, I don’t know…! Hngh!”
Terria’s body—this body—is strange. It feels too good, so good she can’t even answer. Regardless of her will, her body becomes aroused on its own. Endless bliss pours from her reddened, trembling pussy.
She really can’t keep her senses. Whether it’s his technique or she’s just pathetic, she doesn’t know. Maybe both. It doesn’t even matter.
Even when he tells her to lift her ass, she can’t respond. Kneeling with her legs spread, her ass slowly drops, but she doesn’t even have the strength to raise it. Clicking his tongue, Terria grabs both her arms and pulls them behind her back.
Thud—! Thud—! Thud—! Thud—!
“Ahhhk! Ahh, ahhh…! Ngh, this is… weird… so weird! Haaang! Haaang…!”
In an instant, her shoulders are pulled up, her upper body lifted, her back bent like a bow as he fucks her from behind. With her arms restrained, no matter how she twists, she can’t escape.
Because Terria pulls her arms while thrusting, the recoil becomes even more intense, her bouncing breasts shaking wildly as if they might tear off. The position resembles a beast mating—no, even more obscene than that.
The stimulation that presses and scratches against the vaginal walls near her lower abdomen feels different from the normal position, and it goes even deeper. He pushes his cock in until his pelvis hits her.
It feels like it can’t go any deeper, yet it does, bringing even more intense, chilling pleasure—like her first time having sex.
With a completely dazed expression, moaning stickily, she looks like nothing but a bitch in heat. Even she doesn’t understand why she’s like this. She never knew sex could feel this good.
She wants him to stop, desperately—but he has no intention of stopping. Watching her, Terria whispers into her ear.
“Does Ariel go into heat just from getting fucked? Would you move your hips no matter who’s fucking you?”
She wants to say absolutely not, but can’t think of any way to refute it. Seeing herself like this, overwhelming shame floods in.
“Ahhk, ahhhk! No, that’s… not… it… ahhh…!”
But contrary to her words, the moment he says that, her pussy clamps tightly around the meat stick as if trying to squeeze out semen.
And the moment Terria groans and thrusts deeply, she reaches climax again. Her back bends fully until the back of her head touches his chest, crying loudly with tears streaming.
“Haaang, haaang! Haaat! Haah… haaang! Haaang! Hnghhh…! Hnghh…!!”
“Already came again? I’ll keep fucking you, so let’s count how many times you cum today.”
“No, no! Haaang! Cumming… stooop! Stop… haaang!”
Terria reaches forward and grabs her breasts. Her arms are wrapped by him, her upper body slightly lifted so her back presses tightly against his chest.
Still being fucked from behind, she’s held in his embrace, his breath right by her ear. She can’t move at all, her upper body completely restrained—it drives her insane.
He kneads her breasts while continuing to thrust. Even as pressure builds on her knees enough to bruise them, she can’t care at all.
When his fingers pinch and pull her nipples, pleasure shoots from there too. No matter how she twists, she can’t overpower his arms.
Then one hand slowly moves down, pressing her stomach as it descends. Before she can even recognize it, Terria licks her ear. Beastkin—just how are they built? She has so many sensitive spots it’s frightening.
While being relentlessly pistoned, his finger reaches her lower area and rubs somewhere.
“Ahhhhhh…! Ahhh, aah! Ah, hng… ahhh! Hnghhh!!”
The moment he rubs her hardened clitoris, it feels like electricity sparks in her head, and she reaches another climax. Her hips tremble nonstop as her lower body pushes forward, literally squirting fluids.
Her toes curl wildly, her thighs and calves contract and tremble. The aftershock of the orgasm brings pleasure several times stronger than before.
“Please, stop, stooop! Ahh, ahh— I’m gonna die, I… I’m gonna diiie! Haaang! Haaang! Haaang!!”
Even as she scratches his restraining arms with her nails, she can’t handle the violent climax. No matter how she begs, the sex shows no sign of ending.
It feels like Terria didn’t touch her all this time just for tonight. A plan to thoroughly crush her with her consent—step by step taming the female in front of him so she’ll never even think of resisting again.
Even though she acknowledged defeat, he keeps thrusting and playing with her clit, not stopping. Rather, her tail wraps around his back as if asking for more, and he smirks.
“Don’t worry. Beastkin bodies are tough, so you’ll recover in a day or two. So let’s cum a lot, okay?”
“No, no! I, I’m going crazy… ahh… nghhh! Nghh…! Hhk, hhk! Hhhk…!!”
Her body endlessly accepts the thick pleasure that keeps coming without stopping, and she climaxes again. It feels like it should really be the limit now—like she can’t feel any more—but it keeps going as if there is no limit.
Terria continues pistoning without any consideration for her. At the same time, his hands roaming all over her body make it clear his goal isn’t just release, but to make her cum endlessly.
The overwhelming pleasure makes her cry out instinctively, like something deep in her stomach is resonating. She pants as if she might lose consciousness.
But this body, just as he said, is sturdy—she doesn’t faint, and everything happening is clearly imprinted into her mind.
“Haaang…! Haaang! Ahh! Haah, haaang…! I don’t want to cum again… stop… ahh, ahh, ahhh…!”
“Ugh… haa… I’m going to cum now.”
She shakes her head desperately to refuse—but it’s useless. Terria already knows how good it feels to ejaculate inside. He understands this body too well.
She is completely restrained, forced to receive violent pleasure endlessly. Like an endless spring, no matter how much she takes, it doesn’t run dry.
Slap—! Slap—! Slap—! Slap—!
Soon, as if close to ejaculation, Terria thrusts even harder. The swollen cock digs in, scratching against her soaked walls.
Her lower abdomen hums, preparing to receive semen. Her body instinctively recognizes there is no superior male to him, preparing for fertilization.
Finally, Terria pulls out completely—then thrusts in hard.
At the same time, she reaches the strongest climax yet, ecstasy overwhelming her mind.
“Ahhk—! Ah! Ah—! Ngh— ah… haaang! Hnghhh! Haaaaaang!!!”
A broken cry escapes her lips, then turns into a vulgar scream. The semen spurts out, filling her vagina and cervix completely, making her lower abdomen bulge slightly.
She cums, then her pussy chews on the cock and makes her cum again, over and over. The final orgasm lasts for minutes—she can only tremble in his arms.
The room fills with the smell of fluids and sweat, thick and obscene. The damp heat proves what just happened. The soaked bed is already a mess, stained with white foam.
As soon as Terria pulls out, Ariel collapses onto the bed without even thinking of cleaning herself.
She’s too exhausted to think.
She doesn’t feel resentment, sadness, or anger. Just a hollow feeling—and a faint, bitter laugh inside, as if things turned out exactly as he declared in the beginning.
She vaguely hears him speaking, like muffled noise—then even that fades.
As her consciousness dims, she clings to one last thought:
Tomorrow, she has to make contraceptives.
And then she falls asleep.