Chapter 36
Chapter 36
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 36
Chapter Title: Beast's Pride #5
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The soft, elastic sensation touching the tip of my increasingly sensitive glans.
It could only be described as a membrane.
Could it be a hymen?
I'd heard that the distinct, tangible existence of a hymen was just a male fantasy. But maybe it wasn't entirely untrue?
I had no idea.
I'd have to have torn one before to know.
But one thing was certain: the texture of that membrane against my glans felt incredibly good. Of course, Elga seemed to feel the opposite, her brow furrowing more and more.
“Ugh, urk, ughh….”
Was it that painful? Still, her body trembled not just in pure agony. With how soaked she was, it must be a mix of pleasure and pain.
Srrrrk.
Elga gripped the bedsheet with all her might, like a kid on a ride clutching the safety bar. That meant one thing.
She'd made up her mind.
So I decided to thrust through her hymen in one go. It wouldn't do to let her resolve slip away now.
“Lady Elga, I really love you.”
Whispering sweet words into her ear like honey, I slowly pushed my hips forward, delving into her body.
I could see her pussy stretching wider around my cock.
If someone watched us from behind, what would they see? Elga, sprawled beneath a boyish man, legs splayed obscenely wide. My dick sliding deeper into her pussy.
Wouldn't it look utterly depraved and lewd?
It'd be great if I could film it with a camera. A commemorative first time for both her and me.
Squish.
“Eek, no. W-wait, this... no, hngh, hnnng….”
Maybe from the pain of the membrane tearing.
Or perhaps the shock of her purity, guarded as a lady of House Lioness, finally being defiled by a man. Either way, Elga tried to stop me at the last moment.
But such resistance was meaningless now. My Angmar maker was already almost fully inside.
“Don't worry. I won't be rough.”
“That's not what I... ugh, ahn…!”
“And it's almost all the way in already. Your hymen's torn. So, Lady Elga, you're no longer a virgin.”
“…I'm no longer….”
Elga's flushed face twisted in complicated emotions.
It had to be complicated.
In a world where political marriages were the norm, a noblewoman's virginity held more value than one might think.
That's why noble heirs, especially women, were raised with strict sexual education.
Elga must have been the same. With her body ripe for marriage, suitors from all over must have lined up for the virgin Lady Elga of House Lioness.
Plenty of nobles must have wanted to marry her.
And now, that hymen had been torn by me, a worthless slave. How did that make Elga feel?
Despair? Humiliation? Taboo thrill?
What if she learned I wasn't just some slave, but the last descendant of the Demon King?
Would she shove me away with fierce resistance? Maybe even rip my throat out with her bare hands.
I was literally a wolf in sheep's clothing. If she found out, she'd devour me.
The thought sent electricity racing up my spine—it was thrilling. Chicken games where getting caught means death always are.
Schlick, shluuup.
Meanwhile, my cock was buried to the hilt inside her belly.
“Hah, hah, haaaah—.”
Elga breathed raggedly. She'd taken my massive rod; she'd need deep breaths just to cope.
“Ugh…, hngh, haaah….”
Each time she steadied her breath, her inner walls twitched around me, feeling amazing.
Squeeze. Squeeze.
The bumpy texture of her pussy clamping down relentlessly on my dick was pure bliss.
Just sticking a body part in her pussy, and my whole body felt wrapped in softness, goosebumps prickling deliciously.
This was sex?
No, the sex I knew involved vigorous motion.
Piston action.
To complete it, I slowly pulled my hips back.
Schlurp, squelch.
Her pussy walls, clinging tightly to my cock, peeled out slightly through her plump folds.
“Eek, hngh, ungh….”
At the same time, Elga gripped the bedsheet even harder.
Her spread legs spasmed, and sweet moans mixed faintly from her lips.
Was the pain of her deflowering fading, pleasure starting to take over?
Of course. Elga was the lewd girl who soaked her thighs from a blowjob alone.
“Lady Elga, let's feel good together.”
What kind of cheesy line was that? Even I cringed a bit. Best I could do?
But Elga probably wasn't even registering it.
“Feel good? Ungh, mm, hngh, hnng. Ugh, hnng, ugh, ahn…!”
I slowly moved my cock back and forth inside her pussy. Each thrust drew irresistible sounds from her lips—music to my ears.
Splish, splash, splish—.
Flesh slapping flesh produced vivid, never-before-heard sounds. Her massive breasts spilling from the red dress stole my gaze.
Jiggle, jiggle.
Bouncing in rhythm with my hips. I tugged the dress down further, exposing those pink nipples fully to the world.
“To become one with the Lady Elga I've admired... I'm so happy….”
“Ahn, haaahn, haaahn, ahn, ughh, hnnng, ungh, ungh, ang, haa, aaahn…!”
Elga didn't seem to care about her exposed breasts. Both of us virgins, I'd worried, but...
Did I have a talent for this?
“Hngh, hik, ha, haaahn, haat.”
Then I saw tears streaming from her eyes. Why cry? Pain? Sorrow over her lost virginity?
No clue.
But tears on Elga? It mismatched so perfectly it turned me on wildly—I couldn't stop pistoning.
I leaned forward, pressing my body flush against hers.
The red dress felt intrusive, but her warm, smooth skin and intoxicating scents made her perfect to hold.
Ah, no good.
I needed to cum once.
Since the blowjob, my lust had been boiling; trapped in her squeezing pussy, I was desperate to release.
“Lady Elga. We'll be together from now on. I swear it.”
“Hnng, hnng, aaah...ahn, swear...? Ahn! Ah!”
First time, so creampie it was.
Elga was too dazed to notice if I did or not. And I wanted to impregnate her—pulling out wasn't an option.
Hngh, yes. I'll knock you up—.
Whispering too softly for her to hear—
Schluck.
I hugged her waist tight and thrust as deep as possible, piercing right through her.
“Ahn…!”
Then unleashed my seed with full force.
Spurt, spurt, splurt.
Sowing my seed inside a woman.
The primal pleasure was intense—my mind nearly exploded. Far more cum than solo sessions gushed out.
“Hnng. H-h-hot... something's... ugh, w-what, what did you do—.”
Ah, couldn't hide that, huh?
But submitting to her now would undo all my manly dominance.
To tame her, I needed to push harder.
I pulled out my spent cock and grabbed her slender ankle, flipping her over.
Yes.
I yanked her hips back, presenting her dripping, gaping pussy to me. That pretty anus fully exposed.
Squish, squish. Drip, driiiip—.
Could a woman's body get this wet? She might dehydrate.
But it looked inviting.
Perfect for round two.
I slid right back into her pussy.
Gulp, shluuup.
The second insertion was smoother than the first, and Elga seemed to feel even more pleasure.
“Ugh—.” So warm and tight.
“Ahng, y-you bastard, how dare you put me in this position….”
“Like animals, right? House Lioness are lions, after all. Thought you might like getting taken from behind like a beast.”
“Not, at, aaaallll... hnng, haaahn, aaah.”
She denied it vehemently.
But I could feel her pussy clenching harder than before. Was this female pleasure? The grip definitely changed.
It was hard to move.
That meant one thing.
She loved being fucked from behind.
I'd pegged her as a sadist who enjoyed tormenting. Unexpectedly, she got off on humiliation and submission too?
“Nngh, haaah, hnng, haang, ungh, nooo, this beastly position, hnng.”
I pistoned vigorously from behind.
Pang, pang—. Splish, splash. Squelch, squelch.
My groin slapping her soft, jiggly ass felt incredible. Only downside: the soaked, squelching bed.
“What... barbaric, slave-like position….”
Squelch, squelch. Thrust, thrust, thrust.
Watching her pussy lips bite my cock and her pink inner walls suck outward was delightful.
Tempted to toy with her twitching anus, but too soon. Instead, I gave her ass a light smack.
“Eek…!”
Elga squeaked like a chick. Her walls clenched so hard it startled me.
Slap—.
“Hik—! Ughh, hnng, mercy, no mercy, hngh, haat…. If my waist had any strength….”
That proud Elga, weakly taking my cock like a slave, moaning helplessly—it drove me wild.
I reached under her, grabbing both breasts and tugging her nipples downward.
“Hng, haat, haa, haat—!”
The jiggling tits felt divine.
God, something this good existed. I'd crave it daily now.
Daily it would be.
“Lady Elga's body is so warm and soft. Are you feeling good too?”
“Not, at all... feels bad. This... haa, haaa…. Not as great as I thought….”
If it really felt bad, she'd push me off.
Such obvious lies.
Think I'd find it cute?
Squelch, squish. Squish. Squish.
“Ungh, hngh, just finish... just finish and see... won't let you off... really won't, Theo Gaspeeeel... ughh, hnghpel... urk. Hngh….”
But it was cute.
Was this what they called falling for the body? Her soft skin started feeling adorable and lovable.
Affection.
Dangerous for my survival as Theo Gospel.
I tried not to get attached, not knowing what dangers lurked.
If a girl I grew fond of got swept into some incident, I'd panic. No, more than panic.
If Elga, now entwined with me, someone I got attached to, got hurt or attacked...
Could I stay calm like a true villain, a monk, or Demon King's heir?
Honestly, doubtful.
But unavoidable.
Once you feel human warmth so soft and inviting...
Someone fragile like me falls easily.
Squelch, squish, squelch. Squelch.
For now, focus on her ass. Elga face-down in cheap sheets, chewing humiliation and pleasure, tears flowing.
Her massive tits jiggling visibly from behind.
Her pussy lips stretching and contracting greedily around my huge cock.
“Kuuh..., squeezing too tight.”
“Hnng, hngh, haang…. Ahn…!”
Elga seemed out of breath to even speak.
Time for another load— I thought, gripping her ass cheeks and spreading them wide.
Knock, knock, knock—.
━Hey, guest—. Someone's looking for you downstairs.