The Cursed Beast Caught My Leash - Chapter 65

“Ah…”

Stella looked down, panting, at Islay, who had buried his face between her legs. The sensation of his dark hair tickling her thighs, his eyelashes brushing against her skin, and his tongue flicking at her most sensitive place—all of it was dizzying. Her brow furrowed as moans escaped her lips.

Their eyes met as he looked up, his eyes ablaze with a crimson desire while teasing her below. Swallowing hard, Stella propped herself up on her elbows, sitting up so her gaze was level with his. Reaching out, she cupped Islay’s cheeks and stared at his lips, glistening with her fluid.

Understanding her intention, Islay straightened his upper body, holding Stella’s chin with one hand, and pressed his lips against hers.

As soon as their lips touched, a bitter taste spread. The more their tongues entwined, the stronger the taste—like unripe fruit—grew. It was because he had thoroughly sucked in all the fluid from her body.

Islay lightly pecked at her lips, like a bird’s beak, as his hand moved downward. His fingers parted the sparse hair and began to rub the swollen, sensitive spot, stimulated for so long since the previous night.

“Mmh… it feels good.”

“I thought you preferred being sucked by my tongue rather than my hand.”

“A-ah, um, I didn’t mean that place. I mean… I like everything… but I love kissing you.”

Stella held his cheeks and kissed him repeatedly. The sound of their kisses filled the room.

“Like this—giving affection and connecting with each other.”

“……”

“My heart races, and I feel overwhelmed. It’s almost like… being in love.”

Stella whispered softly, pressing her lips against his cheek. She rubbed her nose against his, then kissed him again.

Islay silently looked back and forth between Stella’s eyes. Compared to how she was being pleasured below, it was such a trivial stimulation, yet his breathing had grown heavy as if he were deeply aroused.

Only then did Stella realize she had used a heavy word. But it was true, so she wasn’t embarrassed; instead, she met his gaze, releasing a soft sigh. Quite some time passed like that.

…Why is he looking at me like that?

Despite his eyes boiling with lust, there was also a look of awe in them, as if he had discovered the most sacred, radiant gem. It was truly an odd gaze. At that moment, Stella felt as though she were the most beautiful woman in the world.

‘The moment when the starlight is at its brightest…’

Suddenly, she recalled a part of the prophecy. Watching him continue to move his hand, she cautiously spoke up.

“Islay, what did the priests think about it?”

His fingers, which had been rubbing against the parted folds, stopped abruptly. The lust that had blazed in his eyes also extinguished in an instant. Clearly, he had no intention of discussing the prophecy in the midst of such an intimate moment.

…Maybe I should have approached it differently. Stella’s heart sank. She knew Islay, with his sharp senses, would easily read her emotions, but she still hoped he wouldn’t realize what she was thinking or what decision she had made.

“Not exactly the best topic for the bed.”

“I’m just curious. Especially what Priest Padro thought about the prophecy…”

“I’m telling you, don’t talk about priests while you’re dripping down there.”

“I just… ah!”

The finger that had been rubbing her clit suddenly thrust inside. The sensation of something sliding into her most intimate place was so vivid that Stella’s eyes widened.

“That’s blasphemous, Estella.”

It was the first time he had penetrated her. She had already been stimulated several times and was wet, so it didn’t hurt, but the unfamiliar sensation was chilling. Her insides tightened, her toes curling as the foreign presence moved inside her.

“A-ahh…!”

His thick fingers, with knuckles that bulged, repetitively pressed against her inner walls. Each time the hypersensitive spots inside her were pushed, a clear liquid spurted out. Stella grabbed his wrist, now soaked, but it was of no use.

“P-please, stop… It feels strange…!”

“To be honest, I don’t really care how you act.”

You can act noble, or you can be lewd and blasphemous—all of it was fine… His voice, wrapped in a low breath, was dripping with excitement.

“Mmh, ah, hng, stop…”

“No matter what face you make, I wanted to see you cry while I thrust inside you.”

The pace of his fingers thrusting into her quickened, adding more heat. Islay fingered her crimson hole with such force that her swollen breasts swayed up and down. Stella, gasping for breath, let out a sharp scream.

The piercing pleasure whipped through her lower abdomen. Heat, having grown beyond its limit, burst inside her belly. Stella’s entire body convulsed as she clung tightly to him, showing him every bit of her raw climax, her toes curling in the process.

Her hand, which had gripped the sheets so tightly they had wrinkled, reached out to embrace him. She rested her forehead on his broad shoulder, gasping for breath like a deer shot with an arrow. Islay held her tightly, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

Though there was a fleeting look of satisfaction on his face after making her submit to him once more in the dawn light, he knew he had done it just to keep her quiet.

Even amidst her disorientation, Stella was certain her suspicions were correct.

The priests had agreed with the prophecy that demanded the sacrifice of the Mind’s Eye. The fact that Islay had tried to assign her a secret guard confirmed it—there was someone in the ice castle who wanted her blood.

But was it abnormal that they didn’t feel like a significant threat to her? Amid the lingering sensation of her climax, Stella tightly shut her eyes.

When morning came, they left the inn and boarded the carriage.

Inside the carriage heading toward Calis, Stella clung to Islay’s arm and rested her head against him. She didn’t worry about whether this clinginess might bore him. She clung to him, as if afraid he would disappear if she let go even for a moment, dozing off as she held on.

Islay did not push her away. The solid warmth from his arm, wrapped around her small shoulder, was comforting.

That comforting moment was quickly interrupted once they entered the ice castle.

10. An Unusual Turn

After crossing the ash-gray plains, the procession of horses and carriages passed over the drawbridge. Once they entered the sturdy city walls and the city of Elrod came into view, the pace of the wheels slowed, and the unique noise of the bustling city filtered in from outside.

As they approached the castle, Stella suddenly sensed an unusual tension. She straightened, lifting herself from where she leaned against Islay, and looked out the window.

The city, stripped of its festival decorations long ago, appeared peaceful. The ice castle stood tall, deep within the inner walls. At first glance, there seemed to be no problem.

‘Something feels strange…’

However, like the calm before the storm, an inexplicable silence lingered over the castle.

“Islay, do you think something’s happening at the castle?”

Turning her head, she saw Islay looking at her with a cold expression, then shifting his gaze beyond the window. With senses far beyond an ordinary human’s, he, too, had sensed the ominous atmosphere.

“There were no particular messages, but yes. Now that we’re approaching the castle, I feel an unsettling presence.”

A chill slid down the back of her neck. Stella clung tightly to Islay’s hand, turning her eyes back outside.

“I hope it’s nothing serious…”

Bang!

At that moment, an earsplitting explosion echoed. The horses reared with loud neighs, and the carriage came to an abrupt halt. The ground trembled as if an earthquake had struck, and one side of the carriage collapsed with a loud crack.

Islay instinctively pulled Stella into his arms, shielding her head. There was a rumbling noise, like large rocks crashing down from above. The vibrations shook the ground continuously, as if something had exploded.

Once the shaking subsided a bit, Stella, still covering her ears, cautiously looked out the window. Her pupils dilated in shock.

The white wall surrounding the city had crumbled. Thick clouds of dust rose from the rubble. The citizens, stunned by the sudden explosion, began to panic. Their confusion quickly turned to high-pitched screams.

Through the thick, fog-like dust, flashes of red light appeared. Eyes—just like those of the man holding her. The countless glimmers belonged to monsters.

“H-how are monsters here…?”

Black beasts were crossing the collapsed wall, advancing into the ice castle. Ten, eleven, twelve… but the vague outlines beyond the dust suggested there were too many to count.

Like an army of ants, the monsters marched into the once-peaceful city.

It was as if they had been waiting for the wall to fall.