Get Used to It
“Hngh!”
Yeo-won’s body arched like a live fish at yet another climax—she had long since lost count—before collapsing limply once more. Every time she thrashed and begged him to stop, pleading that she could take no more, Shin-wol would command in that low, resonant voice, “You must grow accustomed to it.” and mercilessly hurl her into the abyss of yet another shattering peak.
The fingers that had been moving ceaselessly below finally withdrew. The vivid sensation of fullness giving way to sudden emptiness made Yeo-won’s entire body shudder violently. He licked the glistening arousal from his index and middle fingers with deliberate sensuality, smiling with wicked satisfaction.
At some point those fingers had become two, hooking like claws and ruthlessly stirring the deepest, thickest flesh inside her. Whenever he rubbed a certain spot amid the thrusting, she would helplessly tumble straight into orgasm.
Her mouth had gone dry from ragged breathing, and her face, streaked with dried tears, felt unpleasantly sticky.
When Yeo-won could only pant, Shin-wol leaned in and sealed her lips with his. She swallowed greedily at the lukewarm, strangely sweet liquid that flowed from his mouth.
He fed her this water like a reward each time she reached climax. Because it sent a faint surge of strength through her exhausted limbs, Yeo-won instinctively understood that what she was drinking was no ordinary water.
Once focus returned to her eyes, he licked the dried tears from her cheek and smiled.
“Have you grown somewhat accustomed now?”
His voice could no longer reach her mind, thoroughly steeped in pleasure. Her body still twitched with the lingering aftershocks of orgasm. The moment Shin-wol’s hand returned to her sex, a fresh gush of arousal spilled from her entrance. He spread the slick fluid over her folds as though applying oil, then pushed his middle finger inside. After so many climaxes, her inner walls had melted into a soft, yielding state that accepted his finger without resistance. He pressed firmly against the passage, widening her, and slid his index finger in beside it.
“Ha, ah, ah!”
With two fingers buried inside, her inner walls fluttered wildly. Each stroke made her passage contract, the hot, wet flesh greedily coiling around his fingers. If she was already reacting this strongly to just two fingers, the thought worried her, yet she could endure no more.
“This should be sufficient.”
Shin-wol withdrew his fingers and gripped Yeo-won’s hips, pulling her toward him so that the blunt head of his cock could rub against her entrance.
“Hup—”
At the distinct sensation, Yeo-won looked down. The massive shaft below her was pulsing, spurting thick, translucent fluid. Beneath the flickering light, his cock glistened with so much precum that one might have thought he had already finished.
The member rising aggressively from his lower belly could not be called beautiful by any stretch. It was far too huge for his exquisitely handsome face, its surface ridged with dark, bulging veins that gave it an almost monstrous appearance.
The glistening head, slick with her arousal, slid upward along her soaked mound and brushed against her swollen clit. Yeo-won flinched.
“S-stop…”
When she twisted her hips again in an attempt to escape, Shin-wol gripped her slender waist and pinned her in place.
“No. I have restrained myself this long.”
The instant his voice dropped into a husky growl, he drove his hips upward in one powerful thrust.
“Ahh!”
Her narrow entrance was forced open in a single stroke as the enormous cock pushed inside without mercy.
The sensation of a thick wooden club being shoved into her made Yeo-won’s whole body go rigid.
It hurt. It hurt terribly. This was pure pain.
“Ah, it hurts… ugh, it hurts—”
It felt as though her flesh was tearing, her entrance stretched beyond its limit and screaming. Yeo-won’s hand pressed pathetically against his chest. At even that faint resistance, Shin-wol’s brow furrowed slightly.
“This is better than entering slowly.”
He licked the fresh tears from her eyes and kissed her. Only half of him had entered, yet her body—tense with fear—clenched so tightly around him that it refused to let go. Knowing that forcing his way would injure her, Shin-wol licked his lips, gently tangled his tongue with hers, and stroked her hair with soothing patience.
Each caress made her passage spasm and twitch, the tension gradually easing.
“That’s it. What a good girl you are.”
When he nuzzled the nape of her neck, the bruises that had circled her throat slowly transferred onto his hand.
Because he had driven her to the very limit, they came away easily.
The curse that clung to his hand writhed for a moment before vanishing completely.
Shin-wol moved his hips, pressing forward inch by inch. Each advance made Yeo-won cry and shake her head.
How much more of him was there? Surely it had all gone in by now. If it reached all the way to her stomach, what then?
Her scattered thoughts refused to connect, breaking off one by one. Her vision blurred. The sound of her own ragged breathing threatened to deafen her. The enormous body above her, the relentless flesh driving into her—she felt as though she were dreaming, lost in a hazy, delirious fog.
“Hoo.”
Shin-wol’s hips, which had seemed ready to push forever, finally stilled. Gasping, Yeo-won clung to him almost desperately.
“It hurts… it hurts so much…”
The same words repeated like a cuckoo’s call. A heavy, dull pain throbbed through her, and the place where they were joined burned as if set on fire. Even having her living flesh torn apart might hurt less than this.
“I shall make the effort… but do not expect too much.”
Shin-wol wrapped her in a gentle embrace, slowly drew his hips back, then drove upward in one swift, powerful stroke.
“Do not lose consciousness.”
His hips began to move without restraint.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
His heavy balls slapped against her with every thrust as the merciless rhythm continued.
“Hngh, ha! Ah, mmm!”
Suppressed moans spilled from her throat one after another. Pinned beneath him, Yeo-won could only accept his cock helplessly.
She could not even speak. She thought she heard something tearing. A vague terror rose that she would split apart completely, that her body itself would eventually break in two.
When her thighs began to tremble uncontrollably, Shin-wol caught her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Since they kept slipping down, he held them firmly in place and continued driving deep inside her, then pulling back, over and over.
“Breathe.”
When Yeo-won blinked, her vision swam. In the darkness where nothing else could be seen, only his golden eyes glowed like a single intense ray of light.
She wanted to see his face. What expression was he wearing? Was that usual calm, arrogant face twisted with lust?
She could not quite imagine it.
“Mmm… hah… Shin… Shin-wol…”
When she called his name in a pitiful voice, his thrusts grew even more forceful.
“Ugh!”
The sudden deep impact made her head fall back. It was still painful, still agonizing, yet from within that pain an elusive, dizzying pleasure began to peek through.
“Hngh… stop, please stop…”
She no longer knew what the words leaving her mouth even meant. Reason had abandoned her long ago; only raw instinct now ruled her mind.
Yeo-won fumbled for his face and pressed her lips to his. Because her body was being shaken so violently, she only managed to catch the corner of his mouth.
Immediately Shin-wol’s hand cradled the back of her head, holding her steady as he claimed her lips properly.
“Hup… mmm…”
At the sight of her opening her mouth and offering her tongue, Shin-wol clenched his jaw. Blood surged downward; without realizing it, his ears and tail had emerged. As he swallowed her tongue and stroked its length, his heartbeat quickened. His thrusts grew faster still.
Embracing a woman was not new to him. In the past, whenever the craving for sacred spiritual energy grew too strong, he had taken countless women to his bed.
Yet never before had he felt this rush of blood, this overwhelming heat.
Perhaps it was simply because he had not coupled with a human in so very long.
Yeo-won’s moans were sweeter than any instrument, her lips more intoxicating than any wine.
Even as he drove into her without end, an unfamiliar thirst burned inside him. Only she could quench it.
A deep, rumbling growl shook the very walls of Myoilgung.
The instincts he had suppressed finally broke free. Elongated fangs grazed her lip, drawing blood.
At the metallic taste, Shin-wol’s eyes flashed like a beast’s. In an instant he was devouring her bleeding lip.
He wanted to take her in his true form, his original shape.
Even if this small body could not possibly accept him,
Even if he shattered her with his endless thrusting.
“Ahhh!”
The moment Yeo-won convulsed, Shin-wol reached his own climax. Because a spirit creature and a human were fundamentally different, he could not withdraw until every last pulse had emptied inside her.
Imagining his thick seed flooding her deepest place, a languid smile curved his lips.
When the long, drawn-out orgasm finally subsided and he pulled free, the semen that could not all fit inside her spilled out in a thick, white stream.
“What a waste.”
He swept damp hair back from his forehead with a regretful sigh, but Yeo-won did not stir at all.
Drenched in sweat, she lay fast asleep, breathing in soft, exhausted pants. Her small breasts rose and fell faintly. When he brushed her hair aside to check her neck, the curse had completely vanished, leaving behind smooth, unblemished skin.
He would have preferred to let her sleep like this, but the sight of his seed still leaking from her entrance made him fear he might lose control again. Therefore, Shin-wol gathered the sleeping woman into his arms and carried her toward the bathing chamber.