The Cursed Beast Caught My Leash - Chapter 60

Islay turned his head again and sealed her throbbing entrance with his lips.

He moved his throat as if drinking wine continuously, savoring the slippery moisture. Then, using his index and middle fingers, he rubbed the swollen bud, adding more stimulation.

Stella twisted her hips as if struck by lightning.

“Ah…!”

Her transparent fluids ran down her trembling thighs. He lapped up even the trickling juices greedily, like someone parched for days.

Licking up her thighs with his broad tongue, he buried his face again in her wet entrance. Even though Stella knew he could see everything, her slick inner walls twitched continuously.

Waves of pleasure, stronger than she could believe, washed over her one after another. What was even more surprising was that her body grew hotter, frustrated that he wasn’t touching the itchiest spot.

“Haa… ha…”

Despite her dazed state, Stella heard the sound of clothing rustling. Clinging to the sheets, she managed to turn her head, seeing him discard his shirt.

He wiped his wet face with his palm, then adjusted his posture. Stella watched him kneeling and undoing his belt buckle before squeezing her eyes shut.

With one motion of his arm, her body was flipped over again.

“……!”

Stella’s eyes widened greatly. Seeing Islay completely naked, just like her, made her breath catch in shock.

Truth be told, his broad frame and densely built chest had hinted at a muscular body even under his thick clothing.

Seeing the physique of this imposing, statuesque man up close wasn’t something that should have shocked her to the point of holding her breath.

What surprised her was none other than the enormous organ standing stiffly along his segmented abdominal muscles.

The dark red pillar, swollen and lined with bluish veins forming irregular patterns, was as thick as her arm without any exaggeration.

In a daze, Stella propped herself up on one elbow, her eyes wide and fixed on the thing that she found hard to believe was even human.

“Why do you look like that?”

“……”

“Were you expecting me to have two cocks instead of just one?” Islay asked gently, even holding his organ and placing it against her lower abdomen. The thick shaft reached well above her navel.

Stella swallowed dryly, shocked by his unfiltered crude words. She hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond.

The first time she heard that indecent rumor about Peruno, she had been utterly bewildered. Was it because of his evolved northern heritage, or the influence of monstrous transformations? She wasn’t sure.

But Stella could confidently say that, even if he had possessed two members as the rumors suggested, she wouldn’t have been as shocked as she was now.

“I’m surprised it’s just one… such a large one.”

How did such a rumor even start…? One is shocking enough as it is.

Half in a trance, Stella muttered to herself, and for the first time since standing by the window, the man raised the corner of his lips in a smile.

Islay, with that hint of a smile, brushed back her sweat-dampened hair. Despite the warmth of his touch, the massive, erect member beneath him twitched as if it had a mind of its own.

“It’s not entirely untrue. I inherited the instincts of a beast, so my lower half isn’t much different.”

“…What do you mean?”

“It’s better if you don’t know, Estella.”

Murmuring something incomprehensible about it being irrelevant to her, he pressed a light kiss to her forehead.

“Spread yourself with your hands.”

Stella, whose attention kept straying to his lower half, lifted her gaze.

“What…”

“Show me where I licked, using your own hands.”

Islay indicated her flushed, damp slit with his fingertips, brushing it suggestively. Stella, awkwardly lying on her back, hastily grabbed onto his solid wrist.

They were already naked, without a shred of clothing between them. He had lifted her hips earlier, feasting his eyes on her exposed flesh and indulging to his heart’s content. Now he wanted her to spread herself with her own hands, letting him see every inch of her.

He wanted to confirm that their relationship wasn’t one-sided.

“Are you embarrassed? I thought you wanted to show me everything.”

Islay brought Stella’s hand to his lips, kissing each knuckle.

“If you want to stop here, we can.”

“…Ah.”

The kisses he showered on her fingers grew tender when he reached her bandaged fingertips. It hadn’t even been a serious wound, but he had personally applied ointment and torn cloth to bandage her.

He was someone who wouldn’t hurt her. Someone whose emotions mirrored hers.

Even if it was brief, Islay wanted to share warmth with her.

Staring up at him, flushed and panting, Stella gulped and, as if making a decision, grabbed both her knees and pulled them apart.

His gaze darkened as he looked at her now completely exposed. Her glistening flesh was tinged with the blush of a newly blossomed flower.

Even Stella couldn’t believe what she was doing.

She was a princess of a nation, taught harsh lessons about valuing her purity as though it were a national treasure, yet here she was, spreading her legs for a man with her own hands.

She understood now why Islay, even after thoroughly caressing her, wanted her to open herself to him.

It was her own will, and hers alone. She wasn’t being forced or coerced. She was exposing herself of her own volition.

Because she liked him. She wanted him to see every part of her.

Islay stared down at the woman lying disheveled beneath him. Her overly sensitive body twitched as if electrified by just his gaze. Her exposed entrance, quivering under his scrutinizing eyes, finally began leaking sticky droplets. It was beyond her control.

This was a sight even Islay couldn’t endure any longer. He slowly ran his hand over his throbbing shaft before positioning it between her spread legs.

“……!”

But instead of pushing into her closed entrance, he rubbed the thick tip against the tiny jewel-like nub beneath her golden-hued pubic hair.

It was by no means a gentle or tender caress. Stella, pressing her most sensitive part against him, rubbed up against him.

“Ah…”

His swollen glans parted her labia as it moved, brushing over her clit in an agonizingly slow rhythm. The teasing contact made Stella tremble, her hips jolting repeatedly.

She tried holding his hands, pulling him close, even kissing him. Moments ago, he had bent over and soaked her below with his lips, but direct skin-to-skin contact was an entirely different kind of touch.

Islay gripped his member, increasing the speed of his grinding. He pressed against her clit until it squashed and lost its shape. When she could no longer hold her own knees apart, he grabbed her thigh with one hand.

“Keep them open properly, Estella.”

“Uh…!”

“Hmm? Keep that hole fully exposed.”

With a whimpering face, Stella quickly nodded. Despite her knees trying to come together under the intense stimulation, she didn’t want to stop. His ragged, breathy voice made it clear he was struggling too.

Just a little more, just a bit more…

Ah… I wish he would scratch that deeper place too…

Each time his heated tip repeatedly parted her damp folds, she felt like losing her mind. The stronger the pleasure grew, the more she wished for him to push inside her tightly closed depths. It was a bold desire she never would’ve entertained in her right mind.

Especially not with him, not this forbidden yearning.

The tip of his cock, slick with mingled fluids, rubbed against her without rest. By the time the sheets beneath her were soaked from the fluids trailing down her cleft, a strange sensation swelling in her lower belly finally expanded.

“Ah, ah…!”

The fireworks had long since ended, yet colorful lights seemed to burst in the dark inn room. Stella, swept up in the onslaught of sensations, gasped like a fish out of water.

She had no way to stem the rapidly growing pleasure. Her spread thighs trembled, unaware of modesty, and she whimpered pitifully.