The Cursed Beast Caught My Leash - Chapter 94

It was a request that made her face flush even as she spoke it aloud. Nevertheless, Stella reached out and scratched his waist, which showed no signs of movement.

“Hurry…”

Islay still said nothing. He simply remained motionless, his member buried inside her.

Stella, anxiously shifting her hips, furrowed her brows and lifted her gaze to him—only to freeze. It was at that moment she sensed she might have provoked Islay in the wrong way.

He was the man who, upon returning from his schedule, had climaxed twice on the table in the first-floor hall, and then, following her request, had silently ascended to the bedroom and released his desire once more.

Yet now, upon hearing her lewd request, he bore an expression of extreme excitement, as though he were a boy seeing a naked woman for the first time in his life.

“Islay…”

Her heart pounded, but Stella called his name again in a coaxing tone. At the same time, an unusual sensation stirred deep inside her. Before she could even finish forming words, her voice tangled with a moan.

Islay, whose flushed nape had veins protruding, seemed to hold his breath halfway. Despite having ejaculated several times, his rigid member remained lodged within her, now expelling something in a slow trickle.

Stella, startled, glanced downward.

‘…What is this?’

It was neither semen nor urine, yet a long stream flowed from their tightly joined bodies. Though she had begged him to thrust, Stella found herself gaping in shock.

No way…

There were moments when she, too, had been pushed past her limits and felt an overwhelming urge, at times even releasing an unrestrained stream. She remembered how mortified she had felt when it splashed against his sculpted abdominal muscles. It had made her feel as though she had committed a grave offense against his body.

Now, Islay was doing something no different. Could a man even do such a thing? With his member still buried inside her, he was expelling a stream like he was relieving himself. Stella couldn’t help but be flustered.

However, as she held onto the throbbing, heat-emitting pillar that pulsed deep inside her, a strange warmth spread through her. Even as Islay belatedly tried to pull back, she caught his wrist and prevented him.

“I-it’s fine, just like this…”

For a moment, Islay remained silent before letting out an ambiguous sound—neither a scoff nor a sigh. He stared fixedly at the damp, messy point of their connection without even blinking, then lifted his gaze sharply to meet Stella’s eyes.

“…Ha.”

Her cheeks and nose tip were flushed like a well-ripened fruit, utterly beautiful. Her tear-brimmed eyes, her plump lips pressed tightly together.

Yes, an utterly pure expression.

A woman with such clear, translucent eyes, like the morning star—nothing about her failed to shine. And yet, while still holding him inside her, she was pleading for… what exactly?

With that tiny mouth of hers, she had whined for him to reach her womb?

How could he possibly resist?

“You’re asking to be ruined.”

Muttering quietly, Islay lifted his arms behind his head and stripped off his top in one swift motion. He tossed it aside, then grabbed the waistband of his already loosened pants and ripped them off entirely.

With both of them now completely bare, silence did not last long.

“Ugh, mm…!”

His shaft, veins bulging along its surface, stretched her insides as it pressed forward. Unlike before, a faint sting accompanied the intrusion, making Stella knit her brows. Surprisingly, the swollen girth expanded further, forcing apart her inner walls as it plunged inside.

“Haah, ah, ngh…”

Rather than a sultry moan, a peculiar sound escaped her lips.

Islay, his eyes gleaming white-hot, slammed his hips against hers, his pelvic bones colliding sharply. The impact was so intense that Stella’s vision blurred, leaving behind ghostly traces of his movements. Saliva dripped from her parted lips, and her thighs quivered violently.

“Haa, huh… ah…”

Trembling, she reached out to push against his shoulders. But as if unwilling to tolerate even the slightest resistance, he instantly seized both her wrists and pinned them above her head.

Now that he had completely restrained her every movement, he drove into her without hesitation. His relentless thrusts distorted the very shape of her flesh, hammering into her mercilessly. It was exactly what Stella had asked for.

Yet, she gasped in shock. The sheer force of his thrusts rattled her entire body, leaving her mind foggy and her vision spinning. The pleasure boiling in her stomach finally erupted, spilling forth and drenching her down to her toes.

“Ha… haah…”

Her heaving chest rose and fell repeatedly. Sprawled open, Stella gasped for breath. The lingering traces of ecstasy clung stubbornly to every inch of her body.

As she struggled to steady her breathing, Islay reached out his large hand and pressed down on her chest. Then, he stilled.

His gaze trailed over her body, savoring the sight of the woman who had just been swept away by the waves of climax.

It was at that moment she sensed something was off.

“…I, Islay.”

The pressure that filled her completely, leaving no room for even a sheet of paper, was gradually swelling in size.

Perhaps it was just her imagination. She had thought she had stretched to her limit, yet the walls within her were being crushed under the weight of something as dense as solid metal. It continued, unstopping, filling her insides and stretching them wider.

She couldn’t comprehend what was happening. Stella only blinked in confusion before she finally flinched. Furrowing her delicate brows, she lowered her gaze.

She hadn’t been mistaken. The outline of his member, starkly visible against her lower abdomen, had thickened to a girth greater than her own wrist. It was the moment she realized there was a threshold beyond even the limits of pain.

“Ah, it hurts…!”

Islay rested his forehead against her shoulder, letting out a ragged groan. Stella shrieked like a beast impaled upon a stake.

“What are you… Ah, hngh…!”

“Don’t move.”

His voice, far deeper than usual, commanded her, “Stay still. If you move, you’ll get hurt, so just… stay still.”

“Hngh… it hurts… ugh…!”

As if soothing her, he licked the edge of her reddened ear. His hands caressed her shoulder blades and gently stroked her tense waist.

Even as he did, the organ buried within her continued to grow ruthlessly. It seemed utterly desperate to claim the narrowest depths of her womb.

“Ahh…!”

Stella was so overwhelmed that she couldn’t even register his words, continuously flinching. She hadn’t even realized she was now suspended in the air, clinging to him. The sensation of being stretched to the brink terrified her, leaving her gasping and whimpering.

“Haa.”

Islay, cradling her tightly in his broad embrace, exhaled deeply. It almost sounded like he was laughing. With her entire body locked against his, Stella understood what that meant.

It was an exhilarated sigh, steeped in satisfaction.

While Stella struggled under the unbearable pressure and pain that left her vision white, Islay was reveling in unparalleled ecstasy as his member throbbed within her.

“Estella, Estella…”

He murmured her name like a song, burying himself deeper still.

At that moment, Stella’s vision turned white. Then, for a brief moment, there was nothing.

She had buried her face in his nape, sobbing, before losing consciousness altogether.

By the time she barely regained awareness, he was still thrusting into her. She would struggle to hold on, then faint again, only to wake and find him adjusting her limp body into a different position before continuing.

When their gazes met briefly, there was no trace of red in his eyes. Ever since she had stirred him, Islay had once again succumbed to pure instinct.

The tenderness with which he had cherished her as if she were the most precious treasure in the world had faded, leaving only the raw, bestial hunger to ruin and ravage her.

Not once did Islay stop. Even as he habitually kissed her cheeks, shoulders, and nape, he pounded into her with full force.

At some point, it could no longer be called making love, not even in the most generous terms. His darkened eyes gleamed only with the primal urge for lust and reproduction. His swollen length, still buried inside her, had released countless times without ever softening.

Stella knew she could never return to the way she was before. Like a broken creature, she sobbed, merely receiving him. Yet, more than pain or shock, the most overwhelming emotion was guilt.

Islay had likely sworn never to hurt her again after that fateful night. And yet, she had repeatedly seduced him into taking her. Even knowing how much more it would torment him…

Even though she had gotten exactly what she wanted, a shadow of sorrow tinged her heart. Perhaps, in her unconsciousness, she had murmured apologies to him. She couldn’t be sure if they had reached him.

Between flickering moments of consciousness, all Stella could register were his dark eyes, his ragged breaths, and the wet sounds of their bodies repeatedly colliding. The ceaseless pressure that had never once left her.

How much time had passed like this? Had it been a day or two? She could only guess.

As dawn broke and faded into night once more, Stella occasionally surfaced to consciousness. Beyond her hazy vision, she would glimpse Islay pressing his lips to her collarbone and chest. From time to time, she felt his breath, rough and heated, tickling her ear. Whenever his breath turned too parched, he would press his lips against hers and let water trickle into her mouth.

And then, as the morning light crept back in, she stirred again, realizing that she had done nothing but be taken by him or sleep in his arms.

It was the sound of someone pounding on the door that finally brought her back to full awareness.