If You're Being Held Hostage, Wiggle the Carrot! - Chapter 49
Ruby earnestly pleaded. After all, the Pink Rabbit Tribe was matriarchal. It didn’t matter who the father was—they carried on the lineage solely through the mother. So, as long as she was given his seed, she was confident she could raise it splendidly.
She groped around where the male pheromones were strong and leaned in. The scent of his g***n seemed to ease the fever of her estrus.
With trembling hands, as she tried to undo his pants, a large hand approached, clasping both of her wrists and lifting them up together.
She gasped at the look on Ivan’s face as she was pinned on her back. He had been somewhat brusque, yet he had subtly cared for her and shown concern. Now, however, the air around him was sharp and cold—she didn’t recognize this Ivan.
“Ah, I can’t tolerate this any longer.”
He coldly interrupted, momentarily stunned by the absurdity. While he often felt flustered by her in their usual conversations due to her nonsensical remarks, this situation was completely different.
Slowly simmering with rage, he didn’t hide his anger as he uttered, “Have you forgotten who I am, my Lady?”
“…Yes, the Duke…de Negro.
“There’s more to being a duke than just a title.”
“W-what’s that?”
He cupped Ruby’s chin who had been unable to look at him straight as she was gasping for breath. Staring into her eyes, he sternly scolded her.
“I am the leader of the Black Wolf Tribe.”
“…”
“And wolves only have one mate for life.”
“Oh…”
Sobered slightly by his words, Ruby struggled for a moment to free her gripped wrist, but the more she tried, the stronger his hold on her became. He lifted her chin to the point where it hurt. She could feel the anger he was holding in his body. She wanted to add that it wasn’t easy for her either, but her jaw was clenched so tightly she couldn’t open her mouth.
For a moment, his sharp fangs peeked out. Ivan watched closely, his pupils dilating with panic.
“I don’t know how to take your offer…of becoming the leader’s mate.”
“That, that is…”
As she struggled to say something, Ivan abruptly cut her off. “Can you handle it?”
“…What?”
“I asked if you were confident enough to handle this and make me your male.”
Ruby, whose head was already so full of heat that her brain wasn’t working properly, couldn’t immediately understand what he said and could only blink her eyelids in a daze. Her long, lush eyelashes looked like the flapping wings of a small butterfly. Without taking his eyes off her, Ivan let go of his hold on her chin.
“I, I’m confident, that I can carry it…” Ruby said urgently, as soon as she could finally speak. She was desperate to receive the seed of the male right in front of her.
“Just saying you’ll take the cub doesn’t sound that tempting, my Lady.”
Despite his cold refusal, Ruby looked at him intently and murmured, “Your strong seed, this…I want it so badly, right now.”
At her words, Ivan felt heat rise in his lower belly and his c*ck swell to the point of bursting. He was a strong male, so her bold words about wanting his seed didn’t sound too bad.
But he couldn’t pour seed into her womb.
Though he could always put it somewhere else.
Instead of answering, he roughly unbuttoned the front of his pants. He pulled out the p*nis, e***t and swollen at an angle, with only the glans protruding.
Sensing the strong scent of male pheromones, Ruby shifted her gaze to it without him having to tell her. Ivan gritted his teeth and wrapped his arms around the back of her head as he watched her stare at him with dilated pupils. He found it simultaneously cute and bothersome.
He was momentarily intrigued by the feel of her head and nape in his hands, but he was more interested in punishing the rambunctious bunny as soon as possible. He pushed her head down and it lowered with little resistance. At the same time, Ruby’s body, which he still held by the wrists, squirmed as if she were dangling mid-air.
He pressed her face fully against his g***n and told her in a low voice, “Don’t chew. Suck.”
