The Cursed Beast Caught My Leash - Chapter 89

Who was the man now atop her? Stella didn’t need long to find the answer. He was the man she loved with all her heart. Today, last night, and on countless other days, it had always been him.

Stella embraced Islay, accepting the searing pain tearing through her lower body.

The feelings she had only kept in her thoughts spilled out uncontrollably. She conveyed through her every breath that it was okay for him to want her, to take her however he wished, because it was him and no one else. Perhaps she had even voiced these thoughts aloud.

Before leaving, she wanted to gather every last ounce of her feelings and share them with him.

“Islay.”

I’m truly fine, so please… quickly…

As her unusually darkened lips moved, her back arched sharply within his grasp. Her lower body, barely supported, was struck with his weight pressing down with unrelenting force.

“Mmgh, ah, ugh…!”

The savage thrusts continued. With each jolt, a lightning-like shock surged through her, drawing indistinct cries from her lips. Following his overwhelming movements, clear fluids sprayed onto his firm abdomen.

The display, as if an accident, turned Stella’s face crimson with embarrassment. But the ceaseless stimulation left her no time to dwell on shame. She couldn’t even fix her disheveled hair or steady her chest, which bounced lewdly with each forceful push.

“Haa… ngh!”

As Islay straightened his upper body, he gripped her hips with both hands. Then, with every powerful thrust, he drove into their already entangled connection without restraint.

It was at that moment that faint pleasure began to mix with the pain of their union.

Each time the thick shaft pressed in and out, it rubbed against her sensitive inner walls, sending sparks of unfamiliar sensations blooming like flower buds. Instinctively, Stella writhed beneath him, her body unable to stay still as the heat within her grew steadily.

As if to stop her, Islay’s arms bulged with veiny tension as he held her tightly. He gripped her frail frame and moved savagely, forcing her to endure the relentless onslaught.

“Hngh, ah, ahh…!”

Her small feet, dangling beside his muscular physique, flailed helplessly. Completely overwhelmed by him, Stella sobbed through her gasps. Her once-tight entrance, now thoroughly slickened, clung to him, drawing him in deeply. What had been mere flickers of pleasure blossomed into full-blown sensations, spreading through her body.

Noticing the change, Islay’s face flushed with unrestrained excitement. He gazed at her as if his eyes had rolled back, thrusting wildly into her trembling form. His expression was one of reckless abandon.

His coarse hands gripped her as if to choke her neck, but they shifted to squeeze her round chest. When Stella winced and furrowed her pale brows, he released her soft mound and instead grabbed the bed’s headboard.

A loud crack echoed above them. One of the wooden bedposts, rising high above the bed, snapped and leaned over. With the post collapsing, the curtains tied to it fluttered to the floor. Veins bulging and pulsing, Islay’s hand had shattered the bedframe.

Stella’s eyes widened in shock, but the relentless rhythm left her no time to examine her surroundings.

Sticky white liquid clung to their joined bodies, while unknown fluids splattered in all directions. Her thighs, grinding against his, were thoroughly soaked. Then, he grabbed the back of her knees and pushed her legs toward her chest.

“Ahh…!”

A climax swept through her entire body. Stella’s knees quivered as she held her breath, overwhelmed by the ecstasy tearing through her abdomen. From their tightly joined bodies, something warm flowed freely.

“Haa…”

Finally, Islay’s movements ceased as he pulled her into a fierce embrace. She could feel his pulsing hardness deep within her overheated core.

Stella clung to him as they both panted heavily. The sticky mixture coating their bodies spread warmth and a strange sense of fulfillment.

“Hah… haa.”

With her eyes closing, Stella steadied her breath. This was nothing like the pain and sorrow she had first endured. The lingering waves of her peak made her shiver lightly, her hips trembling slightly in the aftermath.

For the first time, she felt they were truly one. She finally understood why it was called “making love.” The term resonated deeply with her.

After a moment of slow, deep breaths, she lifted her face from where it had been buried in his broad shoulder. But as her gaze met Islay’s, she froze. His eyes were still dark with unspent desire, glistening with primal intensity.

“Ah…!”

Islay abruptly flipped her over. With a single motion, Stella found herself sprawled on the bed, like a sheet of paper caught in a gust. Still panting from the unrelenting intensity, she stared wide-eyed at what would come next.

It was the same position as before—a posture where she couldn’t see his face, lewd and reminiscent of the mating of beasts. And yet, he sought to continue their union this way.

“Ahh…!”

Then, his member pushed deeply into her. Despite Stella’s trembling reaction, Islay showed no hesitation, lifting her buttocks even higher. He leisurely caressed her soft curves, savoring the tight heat enveloping him as he eased in slowly before pulling out again.

Unlike before, her body, which had once tasted ecstasy, now accepted him with less resistance. Stella gripped the sheets tightly, her breaths heavy and wet. The completely new angle of his thrusts caused her to shudder violently, her back convulsing in response. Her vision began to blur, turning a hazy white.

“Nngh, ahh, wait…!”

Suddenly, he gripped her buttocks roughly, his fingers digging into the flesh as if to spread her apart. The crude motion left her no time to react, as his powerful thrusts soon began to pound into her with relentless speed, like a galloping stallion.

“Ahh, aah…!”

The delicate flesh already slick with pleasure was now battered by his forceful movements. Her buttocks jerked upward, her body arching involuntarily. Unable to see his face, she had no anchor to cling to, and Islay’s unrestrained actions grew even more merciless.

The wet sounds of their bodies colliding filled the air. Beneath him, Stella, now drooling uncontrollably, let out a string of unintelligible cries. She was utterly powerless against the onslaught, unable to hold on to her fleeting consciousness.

And then, her mind went blank. Even in the moment her vision went dark, the primal hunger buried deep within him didn’t stop. It swelled, filling every corner of her.

***

Stella felt a hand brush her sweat-matted hair from her forehead, a touch so tender it seemed afraid she might melt away like sugar under a single raindrop. The familiar warmth was unmistakable.

“Estella.”

The deep voice tickled her ear, familiar and comforting. Even the gentle kiss that coaxed her out of slumber was one she knew all too well.

Her heavy eyelids fluttered open. Islay’s hand, which had been caressing the fine down on her cheek, moved to her lips, as if trying to feel the faint breaths escaping from them.

Stella was seated on his lap, her head resting against his broad chest. Through her blurry vision, she noticed one of the bedposts had partially collapsed. It was evidence of the wildness they had shared—a testament to the primal passion that had left even the furniture broken and fluids spilled everywhere.

“It’s time to get up. You need to eat something.”

Islay whispered as he pressed a kiss to her temple. Stella tried to respond, but her voice was hoarse, unable to form words. As she opened her mouth soundlessly, he silently reached for a glass of water.

He brought the glass to her dry lips, tilting it gently. Stella, without moving a muscle, accepted the water he offered, her throat finally easing. She began to feel slightly more alive.

Next came a plump grape, pressed between her lips. She accepted it quietly, like a baby bird being fed. The burst of sweet and tangy juice in her mouth was surprisingly satisfying.

Islay continued feeding her bite-sized pieces of fruit. Once he was sure her appetite was sufficiently whetted, he offered her tender roasted chicken. This was followed by soft bread dotted with seeds and a sweet egg dish.

It was a splendid meal. Truly, Stella hadn’t realized how hungry she was until she devoured the food with surprising vigor. Even so, Islay continued to present her with small bites, each one brushing her lips. Finally, she shook her head.

“Mm… I’m full. I don’t want any more.”

“Eat more. You’ve been asleep for two nights.”

“That’s… impossible. Two nights?”

Stella’s groggy mind snapped to attention. She hurriedly lifted her upper body, which had been resting heavily against his chest.

Outside the window, rain continued to fall steadily. The thick, dark clouds made it impossible to discern the time.

The memorial ceremony? Was it still ahead? Had she… missed it? Her thoughts scrambled to calculate the passage of time. When exactly had two days slipped by? Confusion marred her face.

Islay observed her flustered state silently.

“Why are you so surprised? Did you have a secret appointment you weren’t planning to tell me about?”

“……!”

“I’m kidding. Do you really think I’d let you sleep for that long without waking you?”

“Oh… um, then how much time…?”

“It hasn’t been two days, but you’ve slept more than half a day.”

Islay whispered softly as he kissed the corner of her swollen eyes. Though his tone was tender, Stella couldn’t shake the faint sharpness hidden in his words.