Chapter 45

Seeing as such an exquisite feast has been perfectly laid out to my exact tastes… Muttering the predatory thought aloud like a casual observation, Grondil plunged another finger inside. The fingers of the Duke’s beast form were significantly thicker and longer. Though he had only inserted two, it felt as though three or four human fingers had violently breached the walls.

Furthermore, instead of smooth skin, thick, coarse beast fur—drenched and slick with fluid—mercilessly rasped against his internal walls. The unprecedented, bizarre friction triggered an overwhelming, terrifying rush of pleasure that threatened to short-circuit Lino’s brain.

“I-it tickles… haa… it feels bizarre. Bizarre… ah! This feels too bizarre! Ahhh!”

“Haha. Lino, did you perhaps hide a tube of lubricant up your hole without telling me?”

“Hah, pardon? What do you… hiik!”

Grondil’s fingers—now increased to three—began to scissor aggressively inside before snapping into a rapid, brutal rhythm of insertion and withdrawal. With every thrust, a disgustingly wet, sloshing schlick, schlick sound echoed obscenely through the room.

What in the world am I listening to right now.

Blinking in sheer disbelief at the chaotic, sloppy sounds accompanying his own moans, the tears that had pooled in Lino’s eyes spilled over, tracking down into the shell of his ear.

“I haven’t even properly prepped you, yet you are leaking so copiously. Someone walking in would think a flood had occurred.”

“No—ahh! I’m not…! It feels bizarre. Ah! Nnngh! Haaaa!!”

The thick tail that had been lazily stroking Lino’s thigh suddenly wrapped around his obscenely flushed, erect member, sliding against it in harsh friction. The tip of the long tail dipped lower, sensuously tickling his perineum. Within seconds, a second climax violently overtook him.

“Ahhhhh—”

His violently trembling hips finally gave out, collapsing limply against the mattress as Grondil’s fingers withdrew from his entrance. The thick pool of semen that had collected on Lino’s chest and stomach trailed lazily down the curve of his waist.

Hah, hah. Hyperventilating in the blinding afterglow of his climax, Lino was entirely oblivious to the fact that his thighs were being wrenched apart so wide his inner muscles screamed in protest.

Thump—

It was only when something terrifyingly hot and blunt pressed against his twitching, empty entrance that his brain finally registered a horrifying truth: his climax had not marked the end of this ordeal.

“Your… Highness? That… ahhh…”

Streeetch—

A second later, his body convulsed violently as a crushing pressure forced his entrance open to an impossible width. He had thought the initial penetration days ago was agonizing, but even though he had supposedly been prepped by fingers far thicker than a human’s, the mere intrusion of the monstrous glans was enough to instantly suffocate him.

Exactly how massive is it?

Lino was torn between a morbid desperation to see the true size of the beast’s cock with his own eyes, and a sheer, instinctual terror compelling him to look away. However, as the blunt weapon forced its way deeper, obliterating his internal walls, all rational thought was instantly whitewashed from his brain.

Lino’s body, which had gone limp from post-climax exhaustion, instantly locked rigid from the sheer agony of the intrusion. Driven purely by survival instinct, Lino desperately attempted to arch his hips away, trying to create distance and halt the violation. However, Grondil was absolutely not the type to tolerate such defiance.

The beast’s massive hand snatched Lino’s suspended waist mid-air. Clearly displeased by the attempted escape, the dark, razor-sharp claws extended slightly, digging warningly into Lino’s skin and muscle.

“This is your punishment.”

Before Grondil’s deep voice even finished echoing against Lino’s eardrums, the knight’s hips were ruthlessly yanked downward. Simultaneously, Lino’s eyes and mouth blew wide open in a silent scream. Not a single sound escaped his throat. Instead, his thighs and calves, locked in a desperate bid to keep his hips elevated, trembled so violently it looked as though he were seizing.

Did I just hear a tearing sound?

His brain, completely detached from reality by the blinding agony, failed to process the horrific reality of what was happening to his body, spinning off into delirious thoughts.

Was that a rip? Exactly how much did he shove inside me?

“Please try to breathe. It is a punishment, but I have no intention of killing you.”

One of the massive hands gripping his waist shifted, grasping Lino’s member, which had withered slightly from the pain, and began to stroke it.

“I have only buried the tip.”

“…T-the tip…?”

Grondil nodded in response to Lino’s horrified whisper. The rounded ears perched atop his head twitched back and forth with the motion.

“Since your entrance is lubricating itself so eagerly, it seems the rest will slide in without much issue. Still, hmm… perhaps I should use the lubricant after all. Haa… it would be quite problematic if you clamped down hard enough to snap my cock right at the beginning…”

Because then I would be overwhelmingly tempted to bury it to the hilt regardless of the consequences. Grondil muttered, his long tongue snaking out to lick his lips hungrily.

“Relax your hole. Before you actually tear.”

“H-how do I rela— hah, ngh, ahk!”

Grondil brutally thrust his hips upward while aggressively pumping Lino’s member.

“Focus entirely on my hand.”

“Hah, yes. Yes… ngh…”

Tears streaming silently down his face, Lino desperately tried to concentrate on the sensation of his own member enveloped in Grondil’s hand. With trembling, wet eyelashes, he stared blankly as he was ruthlessly stroked. His completely hairless, smooth groin and the base of his cock were rhythmically slathered by the beast’s glistening, ash-gray fur, clinging and pulling away with every stroke.

This is absolute insanity.

During his time in the slums, he thought he had witnessed enough depraved, violent sexual acts to render him completely numb. Yet, here he was, staring unblinkingly as his own cock was expertly stroked to full erection, leaking pre-cum copiously, by a hand that was undeniably, monstrously non-human.

His entrance remained stretched to the absolute breaking point, screaming in agony as it clamped around Grondil’s massive glans, but the sheer visual shock of the scene began to override the pain. Or rather, while it still hurt intensely, staring blankly at his own aggressively erect cock entangled in beast fur—hypnotized by Grondil’s command to ‘focus’—seemed to systematically numb all his other senses.

The profound depravity of engaging in intercourse with a literal beast violently clawed at Lino’s moral foundation. Is this really okay? He had managed to accept having sex with another man, but the entity currently forcing its way inside him was a monster. Is this actually happening?

“I told you to focus.”

“Gah!”

Detecting Lino’s wandering thoughts with terrifying accuracy, Grondil punished him by thrusting even deeper.

“Haaahhh…”

The pain, which had momentarily receded, resurrected instantly with a single thrust of Grondil’s hips. Lino gasped violently in shock. His entrance, stretched agonizingly tight around the venomously swollen glans, had thinned until not a single wrinkle remained. Yet, as if starving for more, it pulsed and sucked greedily, dragging the thick, vein-corded shaft deeper inside.

“I cannot tell if you were simply born this way, or if this reaction is exclusive to me. I certainly hope it is the latter.”

Grondil tilted his massive head, visibly baffled by the surreal situation. Even to his experienced eyes, Lino’s body was exhibiting physiological responses completely impossible for an ordinary human male.

It was true that a male’s entrance could self-lubricate somewhat once accustomed to anal sex, but it should never reach this extreme. Furthermore, judging by every possible metric, Grondil was absolutely certain he had been the first to claim Lino’s rear. Even if he hadn’t been, the knight’s complete lack of experience was glaringly obvious. Yet his entrance was so sodden it squelched, as if an entire bottle of lubricant had been emptied inside him. The volume of fluid gushing from Lino’s internal walls was so absurd it drenched the fur on Grondil’s hand and soaked all the way up his forearm—a quantity that would be biologically impossible even for a female.

The fact that my rut triggered this early is also completely anomalous.

He desperately tried to cool his racing thoughts and logically analyze the bizarre phenomena. However, the suffocatingly hot, wet internal walls were spasming and milking his cock so violently it bordered on painful. The sheer intensity of the physical stimulation obliterated any chance for rational thought.

“Haha. There is no need to beg so eagerly; I intend to give you every last inch, so stop clamping down so hard.”

“I never… did that…! Nghh!”

Lino shook his head frantically in denial, but Grondil merely promised to ‘feed him well’ and told him not to worry. The beast’s cock, rubbed raw against the thick fur and fully erect, throbbed violently at the tip, signaling an imminent climax. Just a few more strokes and I’ll spill.

Grondil abruptly ceased stroking Lino and instead clamped his massive hand down on the knight’s buttock. The soft, plump flesh bulged obscenely between his thick fingers, instantly pouring gasoline on the beast’s raging lust.

“Ah!”

As the crushing grip forcefully wrenched the pale, soft cheeks apart, the airtight seal around Grondil’s cock broke, creating a microscopic gap.

“Ah, no…”

Lino’s feet scrambled frantically against the mattress. It was pure, primal instinct screaming that the tiny gap was about to be obliterated by something unimaginably massive.

Shhhk.

“AAAH!”

Exactly as instinct warned, the beast’s razor-sharp, monstrous cock plunged forward, ruthlessly tearing Lino’s internal walls wide open as it invaded.

“Urgh…”

A low, vibrating growl ripped from the beast’s throat. The fur along his tightly clenched jaw twitched. He, too, was experiencing significant pain as Lino’s impossibly tight interior violently crushed his shaft. However, the blinding, agonizing pleasure infinitely outweighed the pain, compelling him to resume the brutal penetration.

Ah, whatever. I need to just bury it as deep as it will go.

Grondil completely abandoned logic, surrendering entirely to the mind-melting euphoria threatening to blow the top of his skull off.

Lino’s bizarre physiological anomalies and his own unprecedented early rut were unceremoniously tossed out the window. Those are problems for Enoch and Erin to analyze later. There is absolutely no reason to sit here thinking when such a spectacular feast has been laid out before me.

He glanced down at the remaining three inches of his shaft still exposed. His unhinged greed screamed at him to bury it to the hilt instantly, but considering he had already wedged himself significantly deeper than their first encounter, he was forcing himself to exercise restraint.

I am exercising restraint?

Grondil briefly reflected on his extensive history of ruts. He had spent his cycles with numerous partners over the centuries, but not once had he ever held back out of consideration for their physical limits.

As I suspected. This is incredibly bizarre.

Muttering repeatedly about the absurdity of the situation, Grondil leaned his upper body forward. One hand remained locked onto Lino’s buttock, wrenching it open, while the other braced heavily against the mattress right beside Lino’s sweat- and tear-drenched ear.

By leaning his upper body down, the angle shifted, driving the penetration even deeper without him having to thrust his hips. The venomously engorged tip ruthlessly bludgeoned its way through the tightly sealed passage, violently forging a path.

“Aargh…! It hurts. It hur… AAAAH!”

“It is a universal truth… hah… that the first time is always agonizing and brutal.”

“That truth is… Gah! Stop. I don’t want this, I don’t—! AHHH!!”

Lino threw his hands up, shoving desperately against Grondil’s shoulder, but the colossal, rock-hard mass of the beast didn’t budge a millimeter. Lino shrieked in agony, his body convulsing violently as the sensation of his internal organs being ripped apart consumed him.

How deep is he going? Am I going to die like this?

A gruesome rumor he had overheard in the slums and immediately dismissed suddenly flashed through his mind. A man completely obsessed with massive cocks, unsatisfied by human proportions, had utilized a dildo modeled after a horse’s member and died from massive internal organ rupture. At the time, Lino had thought, What an absolute lunatic. There were plenty of sex-crazed degenerates in the slums, but risking literal death just to get off was the definition of insanity.

Yet, here he was, trapped in a situation where sex might actually kill him. Though, obviously, Lino was a completely unwilling participant.

“I’m going to die. Ngh, hah…”

“No one has ever died from mating, so you can relax.”

“No, you’re wrong. That’s imposs— ngh! Hnngh!!”

Realizing that shoving against Grondil’s shoulder was completely futile and the beast had absolutely zero intention of pulling out, Lino abruptly changed tactics, throwing his arms around Grondil’s thick neck. Clutching him desperately, he sobbed directly into his ear.

“Please s-save me… ah, nnngh, urk! Save— ahhh…”

“Haa, I told you to stop begging.”

Lino had absolutely no comprehension of the catastrophic danger of the action he had just performed, nor to whom he was doing it. To a beast teetering on the edge of devouring him whole, throwing his arms around its neck and begging to be ‘saved’ translated directly to: Please, chew me up and swallow me until not a single bone fragment remains. Lino certainly hadn’t intended that, but that was exactly how Grondil’s predator instincts processed it.

“Shhh, shh… stop crying and hold on tight. It will be over quickly.”

“Y-yes, hic, yes… But wha…”

What do you mean it will be over quickly? Lino was about to ask, only to shriek in pure terror as his entire body was violently hoisted into the air. The sickening sensation of his back and hips completely leaving the mattress caused him to panic, his arms locking in a death grip around Grondil’s neck.

“Y-Your Highness?”

When his brain finally caught up to reality, he realized he was now straddling Grondil, suspended face-to-face in his arms. Fortunately, Lino’s knight training kicked in; he instinctively locked his knees, preventing the catastrophic disaster of his slick, violated ass slamming down directly onto Grondil’s thighs.

“Tsk.”

For a supposed knight, he’s unexpectedly agile. Grondil clicked his tongue in annoyance, gripping the waist of the man desperately clinging to him and violently yanking him downward.

“!!”

Lino, who had been desperately locking his knees to support his weight, was completely defenseless against the overwhelming downward force. Smack! The wet, heavy sound echoing in his ears was absolutely not an illusion. His locked legs buckled, and his buttocks crashed brutally down onto Grondil’s fur-covered thighs.

“HAAAAAK!!”

The scream erupted a split second later. Lino hadn’t visually confirmed exactly how impossibly thick and long Grondil’s member was, but the apocalyptic, body-cleaving agony detonating inside him definitively proved it was a size no human body was designed to accommodate.

He desperately tried to lock his knees and stand up again, but the beast’s massive, tree-trunk arms clamped around his back and waist, pinning him immovably in place. He was completely trapped. Every time his exhausted leg muscles twitched, attempting to rise, the microscopic friction sent a spike of pure agony rocketing straight up his spine into his skull. He was being penetrated from below, yet it felt as though someone was driving a steel spike directly into the crown of his head.

“It hurts… hah, it hurts so much. It hurts, sob… it hurts…”

He knew he needed to escape this monster, but the agony was so absolute he couldn’t twitch a single finger. Even drawing a deep breath caused the pain to flare violently.

The agonizing irony was that the only entity in the world he could beg for help, salvation, or mercy was the very monster currently ripping him apart.

“Your Highness… please, sob, I feel like I’m going to die… please? Mmph, ngh.”

He clung to the beast. Snot and tears streaming down his face, he desperately rubbed his cheek against Grondil’s shoulder and chest. It was the ultimate display of submission—prey exposing its fragile vulnerability to a predator, begging for a scrap of mercy.

“You endured it beautifully. It is completely inside now, so just rest quietly.”

“…Pardon?”

Grondil rumbled softly, patting the bruised buttocks currently squashed against his fur-covered thighs. The man trembling violently in his arms looked exactly like a terrified, freshly hatched chick. The bright blond hair only solidified the comparison.

“W-what do you mean by that…?”

“It means you did an excellent job swallowing it all. I will handle the rest.”

“Handle what…”

“Mating. And the punishment?”