Chapter 47

Grrrrrrrr. 

A low, thunderous rumble vibrated through Lino’s core. Escaping through tightly clenched jaws, the beast’s growl betrayed a predatory lust on the absolute brink of exploding into madness from the teasing stimulation.

The entrance hadn’t even been properly broken in yet. He had fully intended to stretch it meticulously over several shallow thrusts before burying it to the root. Today’s brutal impatience was a completely uncharacteristic accident.

Is that why? Grondil was acutely aware that his current state of arousal exponentially eclipsed any rut he had ever experienced in his centuries of life; it was decidedly abnormal. Yet, the sensation was far from unpleasant. Adjusting his grip on the desperately thrashing escort knight in his arms, Grondil thrust his hips violently upward. Thump.

“Ah!”

The internal walls writhed frantically, clamping down on his cock. He had buried his cock inside Lino’s hole, yet Grondil felt an inexplicable, maddening sensation as though the walls were physically squeezing his actual brain. Unconsciously scrunching his nose, Grondil gulped down the thick saliva pooling in his mouth. A sudden, ravenous hunger gnawed at his gut. Is something broken inside me? He stared at the pale, pristine nape of Lino’s neck, overwhelmed by a visceral urge to tear it open with his teeth. If I fill my mouth with his flesh, chew him up, and swallow his blood, will this maddening hunger finally subside?

Grrrrrr—

Thick drool slipped through his parted fangs, matting his fur and dripping directly onto Lino’s pressed chest. The fiercely erect nipple gleamed wetly, coated in the beast’s saliva. I want to bite it. That was pure, predatory gluttony. But overriding that was the desperate urge to violently, relentlessly pump his hips. That was pure lust.

Caught briefly in the violent crossfire between gluttony and lust, Grondil ultimately surrendered to the latter. He had forcefully breached the passage to the root twice now; it was sufficiently paved for absolute brutality.

“Do not let go,” Grondil warned softly. No, it was a threat. A chilling promise that if Lino dared to release his hold, he would suffer consequences far more catastrophic than this.

Shaking his head in frantic terror, Lino tightened his arms around Grondil’s neck. However, because he was currently impaled to the root, his arms couldn’t securely lock around the massive neck. In a desperate panic, he slid his hands under Grondil’s armpits, wrapping them tightly around the beast’s thick ribcage. As if waiting for that exact signal, the beast violently thrust upward.

“Hnngh!!”

Lino’s entire body was launched violently into the air. The sheer physical power of the beastkin was incomparable to human strength. Lino’s frame, which was heavier than the average adult male, was thrashed about more effortlessly than a ragdoll. Lino instantly understood why he had been ordered not to let go. If he didn’t anchor himself to something with a death grip, the sheer concussive force would liquefy his brain. He dug his fingers into the beast’s thick fur, holding on for dear life.

“Haaa… this is spectacular.”

Grondil growled fiercely. Merely reverting to his true beast form provided an immense psychological liberation, but combining that with a pleasure so intense it felt as if it were boiling his brain threatened to drive him completely insane.

Spectacular. It feels absolutely spectacular.

Unaware of what he was even muttering, Grondil pumped his hips with devastating force. Finding the current angle slightly restrictive, he shifted, dropping fully to his knees while clutching Lino tightly. As his posture changed, Lino’s folded legs inevitably fell open, dangling freely.

“Ngh, hah! Ah, ahh! It hurts, ah! Haaa! Ngh!!”

Lino’s legs swayed uselessly in the empty air beside Grondil’s impossibly thick waist. Whenever the monstrous cock withdrew with a sickening shhluck, Lino’s toes would splay wide in agony; the moment it violently slammed back in with a wet smack threatening to tear his internal walls, his feet would curl so tightly the insteps turned a sickly white.

Finding the dangling legs irritating, Grondil barked a vicious command.

“Your waist. Wrap them around my waist.”

“Hah, ngh! Ah, n-no! I don’t want tooo!” Lino shrieked, violently shaking his head in absolute terror. The cold sweat drenching his forehead smeared across the beast’s fur.

SMACK! 

A massive palm viciously slapped Lino’s buttock. The plump flesh violently flattened under the concussive force before rebounding into shape, blossoming a furious, stinging red.

“It certainly doesn’t feel like you don’t want to.”

“?”

Offering a dark chuckle, Grondil reached down. Sweeping his hand over his own furred abdomen, he gathered a thick glob of pearlescent fluid and held it directly in front of Lino’s eyes.

“When exactly did you spill this much?”

“Th-this is…”

Lino desperately wanted to claim it wasn’t his, but Grondil brutally stroked the knight’s member a few times, coaxing the remaining semen to pulse sluggishly from the urethra.

“……”

He had ejaculated completely without realizing it. The back of Lino’s neck burned a brilliant crimson. The apocalyptic sensation of being relentlessly pulverized from behind was so utterly overwhelming that it completely bypassed the standard male physiological markers of erection and ejaculation. It was entirely possible that, until this very moment, Lino’s brain had completely forgotten his cock even existed. His entire sensory universe had been hyper-focused on the agonizing pleasure radiating from his violated entrance and internal walls, leaving him entirely oblivious to the fact that his own cock was leaking uncontrollably.

Seeing Lino bite his lip in mortified silence, Grondil reiterated his command.

“Wrap them.”

“Hic. Y-yes… ahh, ngh! Haa, ngh!”

It was a command saturated with the beast’s concentrated lust. The beast bared his teeth against Lino’s shoulder and neck. Though he had no intention of tearing the flesh, the terrifying sensation of razor-sharp fangs grazing his skin caused Lino to instantly, desperately lock his legs around Grondil’s waist. The waist was so impossibly thick he couldn’t actually cross his ankles. He simply squeezed his thighs and knees against Grondil’s flanks with everything he had.

Praising him with a low hum, Grondil abandoned the violent, piston-like thrusting. Instead, maintaining the impossibly deep penetration, he began to slowly, agonizingly grind his hips in wide, torturous circles. The world, which had been violently shaking, temporarily stabilized in Lino’s vision, though his heart rate and breathing remained entirely catastrophic.

It hurts. You said you’d be gentle. It hurts so much I’m going to die. Lino choked out short, ragged gasps. In truth, it was less speech and more a series of fragmented, moan-laced wheezes. Compared to the brutal, battering-ram thrusts, this slow, grinding rotation of their joined bodies appeared deceptively gentle. However, it mercilessly forced Lino’s body to absorb the pure, unadulterated pleasure he had previously been too traumatized to process.

“Nngh, ahh… hah, ngh, ah… hiik, hah, haaa…”

The screams that had been tearing from his throat were gradually sanded down into long, sustained, musical whines. The thighs that had been squeezing Grondil’s waist with a death grip slowly lost their strength, beginning to tremble pathetically. Gripping Lino’s waist, Grondil would press him down hard, grinding slowly in a circle, before abruptly jerking his hips upward—thump, thump—causing the relaxed internal walls to seize in shock and viciously milk the cock. Savoring the exquisite sensation, Grondil licked and gnawed sadistically at the nape of Lino’s neck.

Then, without warning, Lino’s body was thrown backward. Squelch— The deeply buried cock scraped agonizingly against the internal walls as it was forcibly withdrawn. Lino’s eyes flew open in shock. Before his brain could even register the chilling sensation of his bare back hitting the cold sheets, Grondil had already mounted him. In the blink of an eye, Lino’s waist was folded, the backs of his knees seized and yanked aggressively upward toward his chest. His violated, slick entrance was exposed to the open air with absolutely zero concealment.

“Hold them.”

Grondil shoved Lino’s folded thighs directly toward their owner, issuing the command. For a split second, Lino completely failed to comprehend what he was supposed to hold. Losing his patience, Grondil forcefully grabbed Lino’s wrists and physically wrapped his arms around his own folded thighs.

“This position… is too…”

Embarrassing, he wanted to say. His entrance, stretched to its absolute physical limit, was twitching and gaping pathetically in the sudden emptiness. He desperately wanted to clamp it shut, but the anus and its surrounding muscles refused to obey his commands, acting as an entirely separate entity.

Because his hips were hoisted so aggressively into the air, his semen-drenched cock flopped pathetically backward against his stomach. Squeezing his eyes shut, Lino felt a crushing, annihilating wave of humiliation.

However, the terrifyingly massive meat-club repeatedly slapping against his gaping hole and perineum made it impossible to keep his eyes closed. It wasn’t just ‘tapping’; it was a wet, heavy smack. Lino’s own pre-cum, the semen he had ejaculated, and Grondil’s slick pre-cum had all mixed into a grotesque, sloshing mess around his groin. Every time the monstrous cock battered against the entrance, it produced a sickeningly wet, splashing sound.

This is absolute insanity.

Staring at the true, unadulterated horror of the weapon that had just been tearing his insides apart, Lino was paralyzed with shock. He had logically assumed that since Grondil transformed into a beast, his genitals would mutate accordingly. However, the chasm between imagination and reality was gargantuan. It induced a profound sense of cognitive dissonance. Is that actually a penis? Did that monstrosity truly fit entirely inside of me? Am I actually dead right now and hallucinating this? Biting his lip until it bled, Lino’s pupils vibrated erratically.

“Haa. Hold your legs securely so they do not fall.”

The invasion began with the venomously engorged glans. The entrance, which had already been stretched to the point of tearing, was forced to widen even further. The beast’s glans was literally the size of a child’s fist. It was grotesquely swollen, looking as if something parasitic was attempting to sprout from within it. As the hole agonizingly swallowed the bulbous head, Lino bit down so violently on his lower lip he left deep, bloody crescent indents, whimpering in pure agony. If he opened his mouth, he knew he would scream.

He suddenly felt that just having it slammed to the hilt in a single thrust would have been vastly preferable. He wished the Duke would just repeat his previous brutality. However, noticing Lino utterly hypnotized by the sight of the monstrous cock burying itself inside him, Grondil deliberately maintained an agonizingly slow, torturous pace.

Once the swollen glans was fully submerged, the rest followed slightly smoother. Yet, the appearance of the shaft was just as menacing as the head. Unlike Lino’s soft, pink member, the beast’s column was a deep, bruised crimson. Thick, pulsing veins corded the length of the shaft in a chaotic, bulging lattice. It looked as though venom, rather than blood, coursed through those engorged veins.

Just when Lino thought the worst was over after swallowing the head, the beast’s cock grew impossibly thicker toward the base. It perfectly resembled a colossal, ancient tree deeply rooted in the earth. The deeper he swallowed, the more violently his stomach churned with nausea; ironically, his internal walls reacted with euphoric greed, writhing wildly as if overjoyed to reclaim what had been stolen. Entirely independent of Lino’s will, the walls rhythmically and violently milked the invading foreign object.

“Hah, it feels as though I am burying my head directly into your hole.”

Lino opened and closed his mouth like a suffocating fish at Grondil’s extreme vulgarity. The retort—It feels like your cock is buried directly in my brain—rose and fell in his throat, unable to escape.

Grondil planted his massive arms on the mattress on either side of Lino’s head, caging him in. The bedframe shrieked in protest under the beast’s colossal weight, emitting a sharp creeeak—

And that sound was instantaneously obliterated by Lino’s piercing scream as it echoed through the bedchamber. Frustrated by the torturously slow penetration, Grondil finally lost all patience and violently buried the shaft to the root in a single, devastating thrust.

“AAAAAAAHHH—!”

The downward force was so unimaginably brutal that Lino’s entire body, along with the mattress, bounced violently into the air. His buttocks were crushed so flat he could physically feel his tailbone grinding against the bed. The massive, heavy testicles slapped violently against his tailbone just below the entrance with a deafening smack.

I-I can’t let go.

His eyes were wide open, yet his vision was completely black. It was far too dark to simply be the shadow cast by the beast. The concussive shockwave of a penetration so deep it felt as if it were rearranging his organs temporarily paralyzed his entire nervous system.

The beast’s cock was so impossibly thick that it violently crushed his swollen prostate without even needing to seek it out. The sheer, overwhelming friction of the thrust alone forced Lino into a state of continuous, agonizing climax.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Sickeningly wet, heavy thuds echoed from below. It was an abnormally loud sound for mere flesh and fur colliding. The mattress shrieked like it was being tortured. Riiip— The sickening sound of durable fabric tearing joined the cacophony. Unable to restrain his explosive arousal, the beast’s razor-sharp claws were instinctively extending, shredding the expensive bedsheets and the mattress beneath them.

“Ahhh! Ah, ah. S-slower, haaah! Your Highness, Your… hnnnngh!!”

Lino shrieked, saliva trailing freely from his lips. The desperate plea for a slower pace shattered halfway through, transforming entirely into a wet, euphoric wail of pure pleasure.

“Open your mouth.”

“Hiiik, haah.”

“Hurry. Hmm? Linooo.”

Grondil urged him, repeatedly nudging Lino’s face with his wet, black nose. Every time the beast’s damp snout brushed against Lino’s face—already a catastrophic mess of tears, snot, and saliva—it produced a sticky, wet sound.

“Grrrr… Lino, I truly do not wish… to bite you.”

Lino was so completely consumed by the effort of simply holding his own thighs that he failed to immediately process what Grondil was demanding. In his entire life, he had never been forced into a position where his waist was folded this severely and his legs splayed so obscenely wide.

It was already excruciating enough to make him want to die, yet the beast’s monstrous, impossibly long weapon wasn’t just obliterating his internal walls—it was violently battering against a completely sealed-off boundary deep inside, desperately trying to force it open.

“Ah, not inside there…! I’m going to d-die. Please? Ah, ahh!”

“You won’t… haa… die, so open your mouth.”

“Hic, ngh… haaah…”

He had absolutely no idea why Grondil was demanding he open his mouth, but the sheer, apocalyptic terror of having that sealed boundary deep within his stomach violently breached forced Lino’s jaw to drop open reflexively. It felt as though a barrier that was never meant to be opened was being forcibly annihilated.

“Y-Your Highness. Your Highness…! Not there, hic! Not inside there. Haa! It feels wrong. Please, pull it out? Please? Ah, ahh! Mmph!”

Lino’s desperate screams were instantly smothered by Grondil’s maw. Exactly as before, the long, incredibly thick tongue invaded his mouth, filling the entire cavity and violently plunging down his throat. Urk, hrk— Lino’s stomach and chest violently expanded and contracted as he choked. He was being relentlessly invaded and violated in both his upper and lower extremities—in places that were never meant to be breached—and his body was a catastrophic mess.

Ah… this has become quite problematic.

While ruthlessly plundering Lino’s mouth, Grondil’s long eyelashes fluttered as his brow furrowed deeply. The pleasure violently pooling in his lower abdomen was highly abnormal. It was a terrifying, abyssal lust that absolutely would not be satiated merely by ejaculating semen.

Something is bizarre, too.

For a while now, Grondil had been highly irritated by a mysterious obstruction impeding the full depth of his penetration. He possessed an absolute, instinctual awareness of exactly how deep his cock was and the exact topography of the internal walls. Yet, the interior of his escort knight was undeniably anomalous. He had thrusted with maximum force, assuming he was merely hitting a sharp, naturally occurring curve in the tight, winding passage.

However, inexplicably, it didn’t feel like he was merely forcing a tight path open. It felt distinctly like a highly elastic, resilient membrane was actively blocking his entry.

Grondil aggressively prodded the obstruction. The elastic barrier suctioned against the tip of his glans, resisting the pressure before snapping back.

What is this? Initially, the obstruction had merely annoyed him, but the bizarre sensation of the membrane wrapping around his glans before bouncing back felt like an explicit, taunting challenge—daring him to break through if he possessed the strength. It felt intoxicatingly like seduction.

Therefore, Grondil made a decision.

“First… haa… I apologize.”

“Ngh, ah… pardon…? F-for what…”

When Grondil suddenly withdrew his tongue from the oral violation to issue an apology, a terrifying chill shot straight down Lino’s spine. Don’t do it. I don’t know what it is, but do not do it. Unable to physically command the Duke, Lino simply glared up at him, eyes wide with absolute terror.

“Lino, in exchange for this, I will officially pardon your crime of deceiving me.”

“…Do you truly mean that?” Lino gasped out the question.

Grondil smiled and nodded. Over the beast’s shoulder, Lino could see the long, thick tail swishing lazily back and forth. He knew that beasts with tails used them to express emotion. What exactly is he planning to do to me that has him smiling and wagging his tail like that?

I’m terrified.

He felt he desperately needed to refuse. But the offer—to completely erase the crime of deceiving the Duke—implied the absolute nullification of the terrifying ‘punishment’ hanging over his head. It was an impossibly seductive condition; too perfect to reject.

So, he nodded weakly. Fine. I accept—

SQUELCH—

Lino swore he physically heard the sickening sound of tough flesh violently tearing from deep within his own stomach.