Tamed Monster - Chapter 1
“Wiifeee.”
Something wrapped in her husband’s cloak dragged out the last syllable before suddenly seizing Sylvia’s wet thigh.
Hiiik! Without realizing it, Sylvia let out an unsightly moan, desperately clawing at the blankets as she scrambled forward. She didn’t even think to tear off the blindfold tightly bound around her eyes.
All her mind was filled with escaping her husband’s relentless grasp.
Lancart Alexander von Dale
The Crown Prince’s half-brother, leader of the Imperial Knights, and a hero of the Empire who has spent years slaying hundreds, even thousands, of monsters.
Three months ago, Lancart was reported missing in a monster-infested swamp, only to miraculously return, seemingly a completely different person.
The physician who examined him claimed that his strange behavior was due to temporary madness caused by a head injury, but in the eyes of his ‘wife’, Sylvia, he was undeniably mad.
Not only had his words and actions become erratic, but his body also displayed inexplicable symptoms.
At this moment, impaled on his c-ck, Sylvia could feel everything vividly.
“Hah… Ah!”
“Tch, too tight.”
Grumbling, he pulled the head of his c-ck back out, then palmed the entire tip. Surprisingly, the shape of his c-ck began to change.
The thick top gradually flattened, shrinking from the size of a baby’s fist to half that. The s***t, once as long as the span of the man’s hand, shortened as if being forced back into his g***n. Even the heavy, swollen balls—which had been slapping against Sylvia’s b-tt—shrink considerably in size.
Instead of just squeezing the tip to reduce it, he reshaped the tip into a sharp point. So he could pierce deep into her. When he pressed the tapered head back against her entrance, the lewd hole quivered and relaxed in an instant.
This was his chance.
With eyes gleaming, the man tightly held her hips in place to prevent her from squirming away, then slammed hard enough to crush his own balls against her.
“Thud—!”
Despite her earlier valiant efforts to keep the man out, in an instant, Sylvia allowed him to penetrate to a shockingly deep depth.
A thud sound came from inside. She couldn’t tell if it was from between her tightly clenched lips or from deep within her, where his c**k relentlessly stabbed at her cervix. Her entire body stiffened as if struck by lightning before she began to writhe helplessly.
Oblivious, the man pistoned his hips, stabbing her womb.
“If you’re already this tight just a little ways in… What do you expect me to do?”
“Ahhk! Hng! Ughh!”
“Tch, frustrating. So damn short. You should eat more, Wife.”
No amount of eating would lengthen her path. Her body was flawlessly proportioned, same goes for the inside. The problem wasn’t her anatomy, but the man’s own body and twisted mind.
“Hhaaa…! P-please! Please, Lancart!”
“Please, what?”
“S-stop stabbing so… Ugh! I-I feel like I’m gonna throw up…”
She would’ve never dared beg her husband like this before his disappearance.
Back then, she hadn’t even earned the right to speak his name. He never permitted it, and she never wished to. If she had to address him, she’d only ever called him “Your Highness Alexander.”
“Then puke. I don’t care.”
Unfazed, he resumed thrusting, as if her retching on the sheets wouldn’t bother him in the slightest. The pointed tip shoved deeper, poking places it shouldn’t have reached.
“……!”
“Mmm… Delicious.”
With a lewd slurp, the blue-eyed monster smacked his lips, gripping Sylvia’s trembling thigh as he laughed giddily.
Unfamiliar language brushed swiftly past Sylvia’s ear. It was a faint whisper, almost like the hiss of a snake. She thought it was just the sound of the wind, not the murmurs slipping from her husband’s lips. Not that she was in any state to carefully discern the noises around her right now.
Squelch, squelch—
The p***s that had been pressing and smoothing every fold of her inner walls, teasing her cervix, suddenly began to change again. This time, a thin, rod-like protrusion sprouted from the tip.
The thick flesh around the u*****a swelled outward, forming a raised ring about the length of a finger’s joint—before the transformation stopped. As the tip reshaped itself, the man took his time, rocking shallowly as if splashing in water.
Blindfolded and helpless, the poor woman whimpered his name.
“Lanca… rt…”
“Mmm.”
That’s not my name.
At the sound of her voice that felt cold as a sudden splash of water, the creature clicked its tongue before skillfully thrusting deeper, aligning the newly formed protrusion directly against her cervix.
‘You said you wanted to get pregnant, didn’t you?’
After all, she had spent the past month acting up, begging him to take her to bed. No matter how he impregnated her, she should be grateful.
