Prologue

Prologue

“You need to be a bit more honest,” the man grumbled.

Honest… honest, huh. Helplessly jolted by the man’s exceptionally savage thrusts today, Lino pondered what brand of honesty this beast actually desired.

“Where did you spend last night?”

“Ah—”

An ambiguous moan tore from Lino’s lips. The man’s cock deliberately bypassed his sweet spot, gouging into a strange angle and instantly snuffing out the heat that had been slowly rising to Lino’s head. However, the groan hadn’t escaped due to the awkward angle.

“Ah?” The man’s eyes narrowed, clearly catching the nuance.

Ah, fuck.

He had let his guard down because the Duke had been quiet lately; was he just saving his wrath to unleash it all at once? Lino snapped his head away to hide his dismay, but a massive hand immediately clamped over his jaw, forcing him to meet that terrifying gaze.

“H-Haha… Well, you see, a very urgent matter came up…”

“An urgent matter? Just how urgent was it for you to wander around outside in this state?”

The man’s gentle tone abruptly mutated. His blue-gray eyes, usually clear and serene, darkened violently, threatening to unleash a ferocious blizzard at any second. Red warning lights flashed frantically in Lino’s mind. This was a Level 1… no, a Special-Class danger signal.

Taking him like this was already overwhelming. Lino could barely endure the man when he abandoned his human reasoning, shifting into his original form and replacing his nature with that of a feral beast.

I should have just ignored it, Lino thought bitterly.

When he had dragged his exhausted body out of the mansion at dawn, he had firmly believed that verifying everything accurately was the best choice for his own safety. But staring straight into the man’s eyes now, he profoundly regretted his early morning decision.

“Ugh…! W-Wait a minute. Why is it suddenly getting b-bigger?”

Scrambling for a way out of this nightmare, Lino shuddered violently at the sensation of his lower half being stretched to its absolute breaking point. Even in its human state, the man’s member was absurdly massive. But when he shifted into his original form like this, debating common sense was pointless—one first had to question if the thing was even human. Lino had lost count of how many times his fragile entrance had been torn apart. Its flaccid size was already sickeningly huge, but as it swelled and hardened, it became a monstrous, undeniable beast’s cock.

A beast… he really is a beast.

Buried to the root inside Lino’s hole, the transformed man unleashed a low growl at the agonizingly tight sensation that felt as though it might snap his cock in half. Hearing the man’s satisfied rumble, Lino furiously shook his head, refusing to picture the devastated state of his own nether regions.

“Uurgh…”

As it thickened and lengthened further, the sensation of his internal organs being churned made him gag. It began ramming into depths it hadn’t reached just moments before, sending agonizing flares of pain radiating through his abdomen as if he were being ripped open.

“Lino, my lovely knight.”

“Ah… Ngh… Lord Grondil, could you please… pull it out just a little? Hngh…”

“My, you are always like this. You never grant a single thing I desire, yet whenever you are at a disadvantage, you beg me to do this and that. Does it feel good to string me along just as you please? Hmm?”

Leaning down, the man brushed his lips against Lino’s ear and whispered. Unlike before, his voice carried the distinct, guttural purr of a beast—which, tragically, happened to be Lino’s favorite trait among the myriad of elements that made up this monster. Just from that whisper alone, every fine hair on Lino’s ears stood on end, his body trembling violently despite the tearing agony in his bottom and gut.

Will I… be able to walk out of this room on my own two feet tomorrow?

The man had been this angry once before. Actually, reconsidering the situation, he seemed far more enraged now. Back then, Lino had at least managed to limp back to his own room by clinging to the walls. Today, a sinister premonition warned him that he wouldn’t be using the walls—he would be crawling out on his elbows.

“Still not answering, hmm?”

“Ah—! Hngh!”

Midway through visualizing his pathetic crawl, Lino shrieked as a scorching, iron-hard rod ruthlessly wedged itself between his organs. Just how long did it get? How deep is he stabbing? Shock draining the color from his face, Lino stared up at the man. Surely, this couldn’t be a human’s cock. Right, he’s a beast. Swallowing his tears, Lino concluded that his own hole, which was somehow devouring this monstrous length to the hilt, wasn’t exactly normal either.

“Hah, ngh, ah! N-No. Lord Grondil, please stop. Just pull back a little… Ah!”

Just as tears of agony pricked his eyes from the sensation of his insides being furiously excavated by the scalding rod, the man’s massive hand suddenly snatched Lino’s drooping cock. The man began to stroke it gently up and down. The soft fur instantly became slick with pre-cum, creating obscene, wet squelches.

“Lino, tell me which bitch’s hole you shoved this into yesterday. Or wait, was it some bastard?”

His voice was terrifyingly sweet. Despite his organs twisting from being repeatedly impaled by the lethal weapon, Lino involuntarily clenched his bottom. It was a conditioned reflex. Paired with that face, the man’s deep baritone was a fatal weapon capable of disarming any opponent and forcing their surrender. Even if the words spilling from those lips were utterly vulgar and atrocious.

“I-It wasn’t either of th—ah! Ngh, haah…!”

He desperately wanted to deny both accusations, but with pain and excruciating pleasure crashing over him in alternating waves, he couldn’t string a single coherent sentence together, leaving only short, breathless pants to escape his lips.

“My knight, who came to protect me, refuses to stay by my side. How can I possibly remain in this terrifying country? Wouldn’t you agree?”

What absolute bullshit.

One had to genuinely wonder if a single entity existed in this world capable of harming that monster. Pretending to be so fragile a breeze could blow him away was laughable.

“Why are you staring at me with such insolent eyes? Ah… You want me to thrust deeper?”

Following the man’s bizarre question, Lino’s insides felt like they were being forcibly pried apart, causing him to squeeze his eyes shut in panic. For the first time in his life, Lino resented the parents who had gifted him his striking green eyes. This man, a lunatic, exhibited an abnormal symptom: merely looking at Lino’s eyes sent him into a state of rabid arousal. If the man’s status hadn’t been so impossibly high, Lino might have suggested that he seek immediate medical treatment for his peculiar green-triggered aphrodisia.

“Huu, ngh… I got a little too excited. I just strangely lose control whenever I look at your eyes.”

Lino didn’t bother asking what exactly the man struggled to control; he was currently experiencing it firsthand. The Duke hadn’t been like this in the beginning. Back then, the man hadn’t shown a shred of interest in Lino, instead parading around with different escort knights on his arm every other day.

So how exactly… did I end up taking that spot?

“I apologize. Did it hurt terribly?”

Apologizing with sickening sweetness, the man resumed moving his hands. One hand remained securely clamped over Lino’s eyes, while the other relentlessly stroked his cock. There was only one reason for the blindfold. If he looked into Lino’s eyes and became any more aroused right now, blood would undoubtedly be spilled.

The fur, drenched from rubbing against Lino’s cock, danced wildly up and down. A sensation entirely alien from a human hand squeezed his member. He felt something hot and wet trickling down his inner thigh. It tore. Without even looking, Lino was absolutely certain it was blood leaking from his hole.

Yet, ironically, the realization that his entrance had finally torn sparked a perverse flash of pleasure. The man released his cock and gripped his waist, those massive hands squeezing hard enough to snap his spine. Gradually, cloudy drops of fluid began to fall from Lino’s urethral opening.

As sharp, high-pitched cries began weaving through Lino’s groans, the man lowered his hand to inspect his knight’s state. Seeing the imminent signs of ejaculation, he pressed his hard thumb against the indented tip, rubbing it in tight circles. Lino shuddered violently as sharp claws lightly grazed his sensitive glans. Yet, that too must have translated to pleasure, as the seminal fluid that had been merely trickling now surged in volume. Lino’s pained moans from his battered organs gradually melted into something softer and sweeter.

Noticing this, the man extended a claw and firmly pressed down on the urethral opening.

“Hahhk!”

The melting moan instantly morphed into a sharp shriek. Lifting a trembling hand, Lino desperately grabbed the man’s wrist. He’s going to tear me open with those claws. Absolutely not. If I have to die, I want to die intact. He refused to bear the eternal dishonor of dying from a ruptured urethra while having sex with a beast.

“Hmm? What is this hand doing?”

“P-Please, your hand…!”

“Ah.”

Before Lino could properly articulate his plea, the man clicked his tongue and nodded as if he perfectly understood. Since the Duke occasionally listened to his requests, Lino harbored a tiny sliver of hope, waiting for the hand to retreat. However.

“Hah, ah? Aagh…!”

Instead of pulling away, the man clamped down harder, brutally crushing Lino’s cock in his terrifying grip. The sheer, monstrous strength drained the remaining color from Lino’s face, turning him from pale to a sickly, suffocating blue. Staring down at Lino’s rapidly changing complexion, the man tilted his head in feigned confusion.

“Did you not mean for me to squeeze harder?”

“It… hurts. Please, your hand…!”

Lino’s voice trembled as violently as the fingers clutching the Duke’s wrist. He was already intimately acquainted with the fact that this man’s temper was anything but mild, yet he hadn’t expected his methods to be this vicious even in the heat of intimacy.

“I told you I wouldn’t know unless you speak honestly. Do you really hate listening to me that much?”

The man pouted, feigning disappointment. An observer would easily assume Lino had committed some grave offense. Still, seeing Lino tearfully begging for mercy seemed to satisfy him, as the crushing pressure around his cock finally eased.

The man began to softly caress the member that had wilted from the agonizing pain. After whimpering for quite some time from the brutal grip, thick, heavy moans gradually began to spill from Lino’s lips once more. The friction of the man’s hand resurrected the deadened pleasure. Confirming the bright flush blooming on Lino’s cheeks, the man chuckled, finding him deeply endearing, and pulled his hips far back. The gargantuan cock slipped out entirely, leaving only the very tip of the glans buried.

As the colossal presence that had stretched and burrowed into him vanished, Lino involuntarily clutched his own stomach. His insides felt hollow, utterly empty. It was only the man’s cock that had withdrawn, yet he felt as though his own vital organs had been stolen, causing his entire body to tremble.

Then, without a single word of warning, the man violently slammed back in. Coarse beast fur, so unlike smooth human skin, crashed brutally against Lino’s tender thighs.

“!!”

Lino’s eyes blew wide open. The tears that had been pooling at the corners of his eyes broke into small streams, trailing down his temples. Not a single scream or moan escaped his lips. He genuinely thought he might pass out from being impaled by a harpoon.

Whether oblivious to or perfectly aware of the excruciating agony radiating through Lino’s entire body, the man reached down and slowly stroked the torn entrance encasing his member.

“It would be lovely if you were even half as honest as your lower mouth.”

It’s welcoming me, begging me to come deeper, isn’t it? Spouting such absolute nonsense, the man curled his fingertips and wedged them into the seamlessly joined space between their bodies. He absolutely shouldn’t be doing that with those claws—those literal beast claws.

“N-No. It’ll tear. Ah…!”

“You won’t die. Well, it’s already torn, anyway.”

I won’t die, and you won’t let me die— Hearing that terrifying promise, Lino screamed his refusal. His mind, temporarily paralyzed by the shock of being impaled, began operating at a frantic, desperate pace as his life felt genuinely threatened. Saying it was fine even if it tore simply meant he didn’t care because it wasn’t his own body.

“P-Please, spare me. Your Highness, please? Your High—hngh…! Aaaagh!”

Lino thrashed weakly, begging for his life. However, without a shred of hesitation, the man’s finger relentlessly wedged into the juncture. Fortunately, perhaps reluctant to completely shred the hole he favored so much, the man retracted his sharp claws before pushing inside.

Realizing the claws were hidden, the thrashing Lino instantly went limp, becoming as docile as a lamb. It was a massive relief that the claws were gone. Yet, knowing this man, once a single knuckle breached the entrance, he would absolutely never pull it out without finishing the job.

Bracing himself and holding his breath, Lino felt the finger grind deeper, zzzuk, before a knuckle audibly popped past the tight ring. Then, another knuckle followed.

“Haah.”

Having ruthlessly buried an entire finger to the hilt, the man let out a deeply satisfied groan at the agonizingly amplified pressure. Lino, who had been enduring by holding his breath, finally burst into tears. Hic, hngh— His pathetic, mournful sobs drifted sorrowfully through the humid air of the bedroom.

“My, Lino. You greedily swallowed my entire finger, so why are you weeping so mournfully? Is it still not enough?”

The man had forcibly shoved his finger in, yet he audaciously scolded Lino for being greedy. However, there wasn’t a trace of actual reprimand on his face. Instead, he gazed down at the weeping Lino with eyes brimming with twisted adoration.

“Hngh, uk. Hah… Haah!”

The man began to pump his hips. Perhaps maintaining some slight awareness that he had just forced an extra digit inside, he moved relatively slowly. But that was merely a fleeting second of patience granted to a beast. It was only natural that his thrusts rapidly devolved into savage, brutal violence.

Ah, why must I endure these hellish days?

Swallowing his groans alongside the agony of his churning internal organs, Lino squeezed his eyes shut. However, at the man’s immediate command to open them, he had no choice but to comply. Through tear-blurred retinas, the man’s blue-gray eyes completely filled his vision. The season was undoubtedly summer, yet whenever he looked into the man’s eyes, he felt stranded in the vast, freezing snowfields of Isberg.

Moreover, the man’s entire body, rippling with every brutal movement, resembled the pure white snow blanketing those very fields. Lino could only stare in a daze, momentarily forgetting that the monstrous cock impaling him belonged to this breathtaking creature.

Smirk.

Seeing Lino staring at his face in an absolute trance, the man smiled. It looked incredibly foolish—the sight of a man gazing with bewitched eyes at the very person currently ripping his lower half apart.

Finding that remarkably pleasing, the man leaned down and licked Lino’s utterly bewitched, unfocused eyes, blinding his vision. Getting any more aroused right now was strictly forbidden.