Taming
“Kheeng, I came! I said I came, didn’t I?! I told you I came, you idiot! My pussy’s shaking like crazy, so why do you keep slamming that cock in deep...!?”
“I haven’t cum yet. It doesn’t end just because you went off whining like a sow, sis.”
Now fully into autumn, a clear blue moonlight poured through the windows, illuminating every corner of the house as if to announce the season’s arrival.
The azure glow spilling into Sin Seon-dong’s living room cast a silhouette so lascivious it could easily be mistaken for beasts in the throes of mating.
No, the way they’d been devouring each other’s cocks and pussies with frantic gasps, or how Sin Seon-dong’s hips—gripping Urga’s ass—pulled back just a touch, only for the massive meat club bridging them to thrust forward again. The long strand of saliva trailing from Urga’s mouth all screamed that these two were rutting like animals.
“Kheeng! Keheuk, cock, I just came, I said I just came...!!”
“You didn’t listen when I told you to stop or let Eleonora have her turn—you kept shaking your hips. What’s the problem if I do it now?”
“You bastard... Why, why can’t I move...♥”
Urga, sprawled shamelessly beneath him with her ass hiked up, trembled as her lower mouth vented her grievances. But Sin Seon-dong just shook his hips again with a resounding paang, punishing that impenitent pussy once more.
“Kheeeeng...!?”
“You know it too, don’t you, sis? How much you’ve been mouthing off to me all this time. Even if your conscience is fuzzy with hair, your body’s honestly admitting its guilt, right?”
“W-what?! Hair where!?”
Maybe she couldn’t let that slide. Face flushing crimson, Urga let out a shrill squeal—but all the insolent sow got in return was a male rod slamming in with enough force to shatter her womb.
“Who says barbarians don’t have hairy pussies? Looks like your conscience grew some fur too. You don’t even think about what you’ve done!”
“Ku, haaaah...!?”
I came again...
Urga felt it—Sin Seon-dong’s cock pushing right up to her cervix, forcing a brutal French kiss into her womb before retreating. She buried her face in the pillow.
“No way you came again, sis?”
“I didn’t...! I didn’t cum! And you’re the one with your cock twitching like it’s about to burst. Why not just lie back and take it like a good boy? Then Lady Urga here might specially let you...”
“Specially what? What’re you gonna let me do?”
“I-I’ll let you rest... for three hours! Three hours of rest, so just stop tasting my pussy for a second, ooooh...♥”
It fell on deaf ears.
Why would Sin Seon-dong—holding the reins of this fuck right here on this bed—let such a golden opportunity slip? Urga knew it too, but she’d thrown it out anyway, a desperate Hail Mary.
Instead, her collar yanked her head back, choking off her breath. She gagged, kek kek.
“I told you, sis. Just admit you were wrong. Admit you’re a pervert with walls that crave serving me happily. That’s all it takes. So why are you kicking up such a fuss instead of drinking your punishment?”
“Kihik, don’t pull while you fuck my pussy! Don’t yank and pound my pussy like thiiiis...♥”
Why does this feel so good...? Getting force-fed seed while collared like a bitch—why the hell is it this good...!
She loved his cock stuffing her pussy.
Every tug on her collar choked her breathless, a thrill so intense she nearly pissed the bed without thinking.
Ass up like a sow ready for breeding, showing Sin Seon-dong her pathetic form—it sent shivers of ecstasy that wouldn’t quit.
And above all, pinned under her beloved male, offering her pussy so he could enjoy her body freely... the humiliation kept a smile glued to her lips.
Zone out for a second, and she’d be the one shaking her hips, shoving her ass back to serve him.
“Khehe, hek, heeeek...!?”
“Every time I yank, your pussy clamps down begging for more. You really hate this? I told you to reflect—why’re you enjoying it solo!?”
Slap—!
“Kheeeeng...♥”
She came again.
No big moves, just like always—gulping down his thick cum, no gloating about how good her pussy felt. Just mindless panting on his cock until climax.
Whining alone, cumming like a slut alone.
“What... what did you do to me...!”
“Same old line. What did I do?”
“Otherwise, there’s no way I’d cum this easy! No way my pussy would squirt like a worthless slut just from a few thrusts, ooooh!”
Urga glared at Sin Seon-dong with eyes still drunk on lust, screaming her injustice, her rage.
But even as she spat it out, her heart raced with anticipation—will he thrust again? Desperate to hide it, she squealed louder, but still... she wiggled her ass just a bit, savoring the merciless rod buried deep, doling out punishment without mercy.
It wasn’t that she hated it.
Mating with him, making children bound by their blood—this sacred act, the literal crystallization of their love. How could she reject it?
To be his cumdump? Any female rejecting that wouldn’t deserve the name.
Every time they coupled, every load he pumped into her, Urga secretly prided herself as his happy sow. She couldn’t hate the act itself.
So why react so intensely? It was the submission laced through the pleasure.
Sure, she lived as Sin Seon-dong’s sow now. But not long ago, she was a proud Gray Wolf warrior from a brutal eat-or-be-eaten world, seizing what she wanted through strength in harsh wilds.
Even calling herself his cumdump, she’d always fucked like a hunter—milking his cock and cum under the law of the jungle she never doubted.
Of course, Sin Seon-dong always went all-out to keep dominance, so contrary to Urga’s boasts of wringing him dry speechless, their win rate was fifty-fifty.
This war of cock versus pussy—for bedroom supremacy amid their devouring love—had raged since the moment Urga fell for him at first sight.
He’s been lulling me into complacency all this time! Pretending to lose, offering his cock without a fight—it was all to lower my guard!
Unlike her, a barbarian chasing the next thrill, had he been plotting the long game? Urga stuck out her tongue, stomping her feet as the collar bit her neck and his cock throbbed fiercely, thub-wup, carving into her flesh.
Her throat clenched, breath cut off—but like the first yank, no displeasure. Just smiles amid the gagging danger signals screaming you’re dying.
Her fingers twitched now, but arms still weighed a thousand tons. Even on death’s door, no peril—just bliss.
“Resorting to dirty tricks just to break me? That desperate to turn me into your sow, your cumdump, your toilet!? Think I’ll submit to this scheming? Big mistake, hek, ooooh...♥”
“Then we keep going till you do.”
“Ugeeeeng...♥”
What the hell! He’s always such a goof, but now he’s railing me merciless like the other sows! So damn forceful!
Hot as fuck!
Her womb gaped like her heart about to burst, ready to hand over guts and gall to his cock.
Begging for cum, piss, anything—fill her pouch, please.
Lady Urga herself! Proud Gray Wolf, not dominating the male but whining to be his sow, begging for his seed.
No... If this keeps up, I’ll really become that... sow bride! Even now, my subconscious thinks getting tamed ain’t so bad!
That realization hit her.
These unmoving arms? Unconsciously rejecting her will, embracing the submission he gifted—the joy of yielding her body, serving as his sow.
“Hek, hek... Ku, heeeek...♥”
“Well? Ready to admit defeat—no, your mistake?”
“Shiiiit...!!”
She wanted to be his wife.
She’d vowed it from their first eye-lock.
His cumdump, his wife.
Not some cock-obsessed sow like Eleonora. She wanted to laugh and cry with him, bear his kids, live by his side forever—as his wife.
Of course, as his wife, she’d devote her life—no change there.
But this? Non-negotiable.
In sex! In bed! On the sheets!
She’d always be on top!
Give in to this bliss, surrender her body, and she’d become the sow bride he first called her.
No way!
Anything but that!
“So, feeling like admitting it now?”
“Don’t... make me laugh...!?”
Snarling back at his taunt, Urga still flashed a faint smile at her fingers stirring with returning strength.