The Cursed Beast Caught My Leash - Side Story 6

Just moments ago, Islay had been joking and enjoying the moment with her, but now the smile vanished from his face. Blood surged downward with force where they were tightly pressed together. Stella, with clear eyes, looked down at him while resting both hands on his firm abdomen.

“Estella.”

There was no need to ask what she intended. Before long, her pale fingers began unfastening his trousers.

“Estella…!”

Even when he grabbed her slender wrist, it was no use. As soon as the fabric fell away, his already slick and aroused member sprang upward with force. Islay looked down at himself in half-shocked disbelief.

The curse that made him a monster was gone? No one would believe it if they saw this thing. The size was too great to be considered human, with thick, bluish veins protruding as if pulsing with heat—so vulgar even he could only describe it as being in heat. It was a wonder any woman wouldn’t run from it.

As Islay sat half-frozen, shocked by the grotesque form of his more maddened-than-usual manhood from unexpected abstinence, Stella leaned down without hesitation.

Her exceptionally small and soft lips took the heavy tip into her mouth. She cautiously parted her lips and held him until he touched her upper palate. With both hands, she wrapped around the still-lengthy base and slowly began to move her head. A lewd sound rang out as her tiny tongue slid up the sensitive shaft, teasing the membrane.

“Stella, please.”

Whether he meant for her to stop, continue, or hurry up and finish him, he didn’t know himself. Islay’s chest rose and fell in large motions with his rough breathing.

As she continued her caresses, one strap of her chemise slipped down, exposing the swaying swell of her breast beyond the loose front. Every sensation Stella gave him swept him up like a wave crashing into climax.

When the hazy tip, soaked in unknown fluids, finally touched the back of her throat, Islay hurriedly cupped her face and pulled her away from him.

Thankfully, she didn’t gag, and he avoided the mistake of climaxing in her mouth. Either way, she didn’t seem to mind, which left him feeling conflicted.

Islay looked down at himself, twitching and releasing cloudy fluid over his abs carved with sharply defined muscles, then ran a hand down his face in frustration.

Stella sat quietly atop his flushed thighs, blinking her lovely eyes as if she didn’t understand why he looked so ashamed. She gently placed a hand on his broad chest and met his gaze.

“Islay, you’re perfect to me.”

“……”

“So no matter what happens, we’ll be okay. We’ll get through it.”

“……”

“Please let me have your child.”

Her unwavering golden eyes stared straight into him. It was a moment that brought déjà vu. Just like in countless past instances when Stella showed her will—he never won.

“Didn’t I say I needed time to think?”

“You’re a decisive man. I believed you’d have made your decision by now.”

He had no words. Islay, looking somewhat conflicted, ran a hand through his hair and dropped his gaze.

“Will we really not regret it or be unhappy because of a child?”

“Mm, I promise you.”

Stella cupped his jaw with both hands and met his eyes.

“Thanks to you, I’m already happy. But a child will bring us another kind of joy.”

“……”

“And it’ll blow away all the soot-like worries still left inside you, and all the shadows that trail behind you too.”

“……”

“So it’s okay, Islay. Don’t worry. You don’t have to be afraid anymore.”

Her gaze sparkled with certainty. Eyes as clear as glass held the power to dispel any doubt.

Islay raised a hand and caressed Stella’s upright neck. His hand passed over her pale, exposed shoulders and wrists, grazed her full breasts, unusually ample for her slim frame, and slid along her smooth waist. It was more a gesture of concern than eroticism.

Another joy. As he mulled over the words, he instinctively questioned whether such joy was too much for him. Then he realized—it wasn’t only his joy. And he came to understand what that shared joy might mean for both of them.

That with the arrival of a child, his anxiety might finally be washed away. That it might mark the end of the confusion that had once shaken his foundation.

Looking into those innocent golden eyes, Islay remained silent for a while before finally giving his answer.

“Alright. Let’s do it.”

“…Really?”

“On one condition.”

“……”

“We’ll have only one child for life.”

He had no intention of backing down from that condition, but even so, Stella’s entire face lit up with joy.

“Alright. Oh, but the fortune-teller we met at the tavern in Nortelli said we’d have two children…”

“He was a fraud, Estella.”

“I thought so. Then…”

Her round golden eyes sparkled as she looked off into space like she was daydreaming.

…Daydreaming? Was she already thinking of baby names? Wondering if it’d be a boy or a girl? After just wildly sucking and playing with her husband’s cock like that?

He glanced at the space between Stella’s legs, faintly visible through the transparent lace at the hem of her nightgown. Then his red eyes traveled back up to her face, now filled with a strange gleam.

“…Islay?”

He tugged her delicate nape as if to snatch her and crashed their lips together. Hot breaths mingled as their flushed bodies came together like perfect puzzle pieces. It was the beginning of a night where they devoured each other.

***

Stella knelt on the bed and raised her arms. Her chemise slid off at once.

Before she could even tidy her tousled hair, Islay lunged and took a mouthful of her breast. He hungrily sucked on the soft flesh, his mouth working greedily, while his hand kneaded and tormented the other breast, teasing even the nipple without rest.

“Ah…”

Stella tilted her head back and gazed up at the ceiling, slipping her fingers into his dark hair. The dizzying pleasure gradually overtook her senses.

Islay grabbed at whatever he could and toyed with her before naturally lowering his hand. He parted the plump folds of her sex and slipped in a finger.

“Hnngh, ahh…”

He had barely thrust a few times when a second thick finger joined the first. At the lewd sound of his fingers stirring her soaked walls, Stella instinctively grabbed his wrist. Yet, despite her conscious will, her inner muscles fluttered and tightened around him as if welcoming the penetration.

As her knees began to tremble, she, who had been half-reclining with her elbows propped on the sheet, was pushed down flat beneath the wave of his body.

At that moment, Islay moved to bury his face between her thighs.

“Can’t we just… do it right away?”

Stella quickly grabbed his face and stopped him. But his refusal came just as fast.

“No.”

“Why not…?”

“I have a bad feeling tonight.”

“What kind of feeling?”

“That if I keep going like this, I’ll hurt you.”

“I won’t get hurt. I’ve never been hurt before.”

“Spread your legs.”

She must not have heard him. On closer look, there was something a bit off in his eyes… Swallowing dryly, Stella stayed still, but Islay took it upon himself to grab behind her knees and force her legs apart.

As her most intimate parts were fully revealed before his heavy breathing eyes, his mouth went dry. He pushed his nose along the slippery folds, buried his lips at the swollen nub, and sucked hard.

“Haaah…!”

A dizzying rush of pleasure surged as her slick juices ran down her perineum. Then he stuck out his long tongue and licked up every drop that wetted her backside. When he bit down on her flushed clit and shook his head from side to side, her mind nearly went blank.

He looked just like…

Yes, even though the curse was lifted, some in Calis were said to descend from beasts, evolving over ages. Truly, there were times when he behaved like a dog.