The Cursed Beast Caught My Leash - Side Story 7

With his head between her thighs, Stella suddenly let out a scream-like moan.

“Ah, ah, wait…!”

Fearing she might lose control and make a mess on his face, she pushed against his firm shoulders with her foot. Then she tried to flip over and crawl away from him on her knees. The sensation was almost no different from the urge to pee—she felt like she couldn’t hold it in any longer.

But at that moment, her ankle was seized and she was dragged down in one motion. As she lay face down, her hips were spread apart, and a thick cock was thrust into her from below.

“Ah…!”

She sobbed as she clutched the sheet, pierced to her deepest point in an instant. He rammed in and out, digging ruthlessly into her walls. The pounding pressure shook her insides. With each harsh thrust—smack, smack—a stream of clear fluid forced its way out of the tight opening.

“Haaah….”

“What, you thought I’d do it reverently just because we’re trying to have a baby?”

Maybe he caught the hint of reproach in her wet moan, because Islay asked with a grin. Every time her round buttocks bounced from colliding with the sharp ridge of his pelvic bone, it only seemed to excite him more. A rougher groan slipped from his throat as he grabbed her lifted rear and squeezed hard.

“Hngh, ahh….”

As Stella trembled helplessly from the relentless thrusting, she buried her face into the sheet and groaned. Islay slid his hand forward and began rubbing her swollen nub.

“…Ah!”

“Why are you holding back? Let it out.”

“No….”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to live with me in a secluded tower just so you could moan like a wanton little thing?”

“You’re the one who’s filthy… truly filthy.”

“You’re the one whose backdoor keeps twitching. Who’s the lewder one?”

“And rude, too….”

Sometimes when Islay teasingly called her ‘the noble princess,’ Stella would snap back that his behavior was improper. Usually during sex, like now.

He let out a low laugh, like wind brushing past, and rammed the rest of his cock—only half buried until then—deep inside her in one long thrust.

“Hrrgh…!”

Stella shuddered from the sudden shock as the stimulation surged through her. He leaned over and kissed her trembling shoulder blade with a soft smooch.

“You’re just too cute.”

Her vision spun in that moment.

Having just climaxed once, Stella looked up at Islay with misty eyes and panting breaths. Despite his indecent thrusts, his face as their eyes met remained elegant and handsome.

Still buried inside her, Islay grabbed one of her legs and lifted it onto his shoulder. His pace slowed to a languid rhythm. He pushed deep into her snug folds, slowly rubbing her most sensitive spot. The cries that once resembled screams now melted into sweet moans spilling from her lips.

“Ah… ha, ngh… mm…”

“For someone who didn’t want to moan, you’re being awfully obedient.”

“It feels good…”

Stella admitted it readily, her cheeks flushed but without a hint of shyness. Instead of furrowing her brow, she half-lowered her eyes and let out an arousing sigh.

The bounce of her ample breasts, rippling with each of his movements, suddenly caught his gaze.

Despite her petite frame, her breasts were remarkably full, pale like they’d been bathed in moonlight. Her hard, flushed nipples looked like crushed red petals. The curves were so voluptuous, even a thick winter cloak wouldn’t conceal them.

So, would they grow even larger once she was pregnant? With his throat parched, Islay smacked his lips and began to move faster.

The creaking of the bed grew louder, and a telltale rush of climax stirred in his lower belly. Stella opened her mouth in a silent scream, twisting her waist as pleasure hit like a shockwave. Her tight flesh clenched down with each thrust, so stimulating it nearly drove him mad.

“Ah, ahhn…!”

“Spread your legs properly.”

“W-wait, I think I’m coming…!”

Her quivering thighs kept closing in. But whenever Stella reached her peak, Islay always wanted to take in every detail, so he grabbed the insides of her knees and pinned them down to the sheets.

“…Aah!”

Climax overtook both of them almost simultaneously. The tip that filled her without a gap throbbed like a living creature, spurting semen in thick spurts. There was so much of it that it overflowed from the tight hole, dribbling down to the floor.

Her white, naked body, thoroughly drenched in his essence, trembled for a while before collapsing limply. Her plump and flushed sex, like the flesh of a ripe summer fruit, was smeared with foamy, whitish fluids from repeated friction. No wonder the heat wouldn’t subside even after such a frenzied bout of lust.

Islay swept back his sweat-drenched hair and sat with his back against the headboard, holding Stella in one arm. Below, they remained deeply connected, sitting face-to-face.

“Tired?”

He supported her swaying back and tucked her disheveled hair behind her ear. At his gentle gesture, Stella nodded faintly, perhaps feeling a deeper, more languid drowsiness.

“A little.”

“Still, what can we do? We have to keep going.”

“……”

“We’ve only done it once. What if that’s not enough to make a baby?”

“Does that even matter?”

“I’d been on medication for nearly half a year before the trip. Once might not cut it.”

Using birth control as an excuse, Islay glanced at her. Stella narrowed her eyes, clearly skeptical.

“Didn’t you say you stopped taking it over three weeks ago…? And if I had to name the words least related to you, it’d be ‘frail’ and ‘impotent.’”

“If you’re really tired, we can stop here. There’s always tomorrow, and the day after, and the one after that.”

And it was as if his voice continued, ‘and the next, and the next, and the next…’

Stella looked momentarily torn. Should she go to sleep now, exhausted, or pour all her strength into this one night?

Her decision came quickly.

“No, I want to keep going.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m not that weak. And… I really hope a baby comes to us tonight.”

Biting her lower lip slightly as she spoke, Stella’s face turned red. Just as he smiled to himself and moved to lay her down at an angle—

“Wait.”

She stopped his towering body.

“I want to move myself.”

Islay raised an eyebrow as if to ask if she was serious. Stella wasn’t used to getting on top. Her stamina wasn’t great, and she sometimes struggled to control the depth and ended up in pain.

“You said you were tired, Estella. Just relax and lie back with your legs open.”

“That’s a rude thing to say. And besides, you like it. Maybe if I take all of the father’s love properly, the chances of conceiving will go up…”

In short, she meant to try the position that excited him most—despite never having done it well before—because she was determined to succeed tonight.

Before Islay could even respond, Stella pushed his half-upright torso back against the headboard. Placing her small hands on his firm lower abdomen, she began to move her hips at a very slow pace.

“…Ah.”

Heat quickly spread through her body, still tingling from the earlier climax. Each time her soft body rippled, the semen he had left inside her trickled down between her thighs.

Islay steadied her pelvis with one hand to assist her movement. Thanks to that, Stella was able to better control the depth of pleasure, and her lower back began to ripple more fluidly. Having lost the lead, he lay beneath a woman much more slender than himself, exhaling slightly ragged breaths.

“Haa, ngh, ahn.”

Moving back and forth as if to arouse herself, Stella reached back with one hand to grab his thigh. Then she began bouncing up and down.

As he watched her face, flushed with lust, and her breasts swaying before his eyes, Islay’s expression sobered completely. His cock, which had already claimed the slick depths of her inner walls, was swelling even further.

He hadn’t imagined it.

This was something he had experienced only once before—when he had lost control and taken her while overcome by madness. It was a trait inherited from the first Peruno, unrelated to any curse.