The Cursed Beast Caught My Leash - Chapter 81

Stella’s startled struggles were of no use. Islay, pressing his lips onto her lower body with his high nose nearly crushing her, showed no intention of letting go.

He grazed his teeth over the fleshy mound, scraping it, while his nose mashed against her labia. He greedily lapped up the flowing fluids, focusing particularly on the areas that elicited the most pronounced reactions from her.

“Haah… Ah…”

Stella couldn’t stop the heat from seeping into her escaping moans. She didn’t know how to process the sprouting sensations of pleasure. Unable to push him away or flee, she could only tremble, her thighs shaking uncontrollably. It was at the height of this overwhelming stimulation that her mind went blank.

Islay lifted his face, now covered with a clear liquid she didn’t want to think about. Stella, panting in shock, suddenly found her vision flipping. She was now lying on her stomach, her belly pressed to the floor.

“W-Wait…!”

Islay pressed one of her shoulders down firmly with one hand while spreading her buttocks apart. A blunt sensation touched her wet cleft. Realizing what was forcefully pushing its way in, Stella thrashed violently, desperately clawing at his wrist with her backward-reaching hands.

“You can’t—ah… no…!”

A piercing pain shot through her as the tender flesh was forcibly split apart. Unable to finish her sentence, Stella squeezed her eyes shut. The incomprehensibly large phallus was forcing its way into a space so tight that it left no room for escape.

“Hh… ngh…”

Stella rubbed her cheek against the cold floor, her lower back writhing. Even though only the tip had entered, the sharp, searing pain felt like it was ripping apart her tightly sewn flesh.

“Ahhk.”

He continued to thrust himself inside without stopping. The more she resisted, the stronger the pressure on her shoulder blades grew. Tears welled up uncontrollably and dripped onto the floor. Staring at the hazy void with blurred eyes, Stella ultimately clenched her fists tightly, enduring the surging pain.

After spending countless nights with Islay, wasn’t it she who had wished for him to enter her tightly sealed space?

So she resolved to accept him, no matter what. She wanted to do whatever she could to ensure Islay wouldn’t be overcome with regret or guilt later on.

“Hngh… It hurts…!”

Her thoughts couldn’t go any further. The merciless phallus continued to penetrate her inexperienced body, eventually slamming against the deepest walls of her inner passage. Unable to endure the pain, Stella curled up, letting out trembling moans.

And then, the movement stopped.

The shadow looming over her back darkened significantly before a familiar sensation landed on her prominent shoulder blades. Startled, Stella turned to look at him.

Islay’s eyes were still as black and lightless as the deep sea. However, he repeatedly bowed his head to press his lips against her shoulder blades and the nape of her neck.

It was as though he was trying to comfort Stella, who was overwhelmed by pain and fear, with familiar gestures ingrained as habits.

Could it be that he had regained his senses? Stella blinked in confusion, unable to comprehend the unfolding situation.

The pain didn’t cease as his phallus remained tightly lodged within her narrow interior, but he continued to breathe on her bare shoulders. The ticklish sensations from his repeated touches made Stella gasp for breath.

She hadn’t imagined it.

It felt strikingly similar to the way he would soothe her trembling with caresses whenever she tensed up during their rare intimate encounters. Even amidst his loss of reason, it seemed instinctive for him to detect her fear and calm her.

Realizing this, sobs spilled from her lips. Despite the fear and pain, the realization that the man she knew so well was still present brought a faint sense of relief. A single tear rolled down her wet cheek.

But that moment was fleeting.

As soon as her taut body slightly relaxed, Islay withdrew nearly half his length before plunging it back in deeply.

“Ah, it hurts—!”

Her back instinctively arched, only for his heated hand to press firmly against her spine. The massive organ, recklessly forcing its way through her tender flesh, pressed against her innermost walls. Once he found that limit, he grabbed her convulsing waist with both hands and began moving their joined lower halves. It was a posture no different from an animal’s mating.

“Hnngh…”

The thick shaft slid in and out of her moist entrance without hesitation. A faint trace of blood appeared on Stella’s lower lip, bitten tightly to suppress her voice.

In the quiet, the sound of their damp friction echoed loudly. Islay’s heavy breaths occasionally mingled with Stella’s wet moans.

The faint light of dawn spilled over their entwined bodies. As Stella endured the relentless pain, nearing unconsciousness, Islay once again bent over her. He pressed his lips against her earlobe and the base of her neck.

This familiar act of affection barely kept Stella from losing consciousness. Through clenched teeth, she let out stifled groans.

The endless caresses and coupling made it impossible to discern how much time had passed. With blurred vision, Stella gazed at the void above. Her palms bore deep red marks from how tightly she had clenched her fists.

Where had things gone wrong? Wasn’t he the man who had consistently taken sedatives?

Stella felt more sorrow for Islay than for her own pain. She worried he would come to loathe himself irreparably. He couldn’t remain in this irrational state forever. When he regained his senses and realized what had happened, how would he cope? The man who despised such acts more than anyone else…

Just then, the thrusting intensified, and a sharp jolt pierced her lower abdomen. Stella’s eyes flew open as she turned to look back at him.

His silent movements grew faster as he gripped her buttocks tightly. His rough breathing fell over her back, where her golden hair was disheveled. The pace was so ferocious that it was a wonder she hadn’t been reduced to pulp.

“W-Wait—! Ah…!”

A thunderous sensation coursed through her trembling back as Stella gasped for air, her eyes rolling back in a convulsion-like state. Islay, moving like a trained beast, bent forward again. His tongue and lips touched her nape, but his relentless motions below didn’t stop.

“Hah… Ah… ah…!”

Her broken moans trailed off. As her flickering consciousness dimmed, like a candle snuffed out by the wind, Stella’s body went limp. No further thoughts could continue.

***

Stella opened her eyes again after what felt like a short time had passed.

Her entire body felt as heavy as if weighted down by a massive load. The muscle aches were beyond description. Without even being able to let out a groan, she forced her heavy eyelids open.

A faint dawn light illuminated the bedroom.

Bedroom.

The realization struck her instantly, snapping her awake.

She was lying in a cozy bed, wrapped in a duvet filled to the brim with goose down. Before she could even process what was going on, she locked eyes with a man perched on her thighs.

“…Islay?”

His eyes were still stained black. Seized by tension, Stella shrank her shoulders. Lying under the towering figure of the man as solid as a boulder, there was no escape.

Unconsciously, Stella flinched her legs.

“Ah…”

A sharp pain flared from below, where she’d been ceaselessly ravaged. The dull, heavy sensation was still present as well. In disbelief, Stella looked down at her lower body.

The crimson flesh was swollen and embedded in her tender mound. The explicit sight of their joined bodies made her face turn pale. The fact that he was still inside her was horrifying.

From when… Could it really be…

Within the flickering memories, she recalled him holding her tightly and moving against her. She could even remember the breaths brushing against her cheeks and earlobes. The fullness pressing against her insides hadn’t changed from then until now.

“Hngh…”

Tears welled up in Stella’s eyes. The shadow looming over her showed no sign of retreating.

Islay, staring at her with vacant eyes, slowly lowered his head. He pressed his lips against her flushed face, then licked her cheek with a tongue drawn out like a dog’s. A faint sting brushed past her.

Stella rolled her eyes cautiously to observe him. Islay, undeterred, continued to press his lips to her cheeks and lick repeatedly. Stella, tensed, let out a short gasp.

“…Ah.”

This was like an animal licking a wound. A faint scratch marked one side of her cheek, pressed half-flat on the hard, cold floor earlier. Only then did she understand why she had been moved to the bed.

When Stella’s body, fainted and limp, had cooled, Islay had instinctively brought her to a place where her warmth could return most quickly. It was yet another action driven purely by instinct.