The Monster's Room - Chapter 22
Marie should have noticed the madness in Andrew’s eyes.
But she had to agree with what he said. When neither could do it well, it was boring, but once one of them started to get good and the other matched their level, it became interesting. And when both were good, it was inevitably fun.
“Ah!”
As her cli–ris was pinched, Marie moaned. The pleasure felt like it was melting her brain. One of her exposed b*****s, pushed out of her torn top, was being squeezed by the man’s hand. His other hand was firmly handling her cli–ris.
There was no ignorance in it.
The process of entwining bodies and chasing pleasure between a knowledgeable man and woman was nothing but thrilling and enjoyable. Marie, drenched and struggling with her slippery pants, managed to remove them, and the knight held her firmly to keep her from falling off the horse.
“Kiss, hmm. I want to…”
Turning her body to embrace the knight’s neck, Marie pressed for a kiss. The part of the helmet corresponding to the chin vanished, revealing the knight’s jawline.
He had a very handsome jaw.
Marie pulled him closer for a kiss, her tongue intertwining with his.
“Mmm. Hmm.”
Her head was spinning.
Marie felt a release from whatever had been restricting her thoughts. Whether it was the final remnant of her reason or something more crucial didn’t matter.
“More…!”
Desire surged from her lower abdomen, overwhelming her. She was itching down there, her lips felt empty. Marie wished for more touches and kisses, her flushed skin rubbing against his pale skin, seeking attention with an eagerness that resembled ardent courting.
After watching this for a while, the knight grasped Marie’s hips and flipped her over.
“Eh?”
As her view turned upside down, the anomalous being lowered his lips to her spread-open s-x. The knight’s mouth attached to her flesh like a beast drinking from a spring, and he drank her juices.
Marie’s face turned red.
It was the first time Marie had been so exposed and sucked there…
‘Actually, it’s not the first time.’
Her expression momentarily clouded and then relaxed as the tentacle-like mouth pushed against her cli–ris, and the rough probing of her flesh scattered her thoughts.
Marie felt a strong attraction from the man’s lips and his body pressing against her, as if she, being human, was inevitably drawn to a similar form.
However, she couldn’t stay flipped over forever.
Her head felt dizzy with the blood rushing to it.
As Marie twisted her waist, the knight withdrew his thick tongue from her after probing it once, then released her. Marie soon realized the shape of the saddle had changed, which meant even a large horse could have allowed her to lie comfortably on its back.
‘He could also adjust his armor at will.’
Perhaps the knight’s true ability was to reshape iron at his command. As Marie thought this, the knight once again spread her legs and inserted his thick fingers.
“Ah, ah!”
The fingers, lightly rotating the wrist to stimulate the ridged inner walls, penetrated deeply. His knuckles brushed against her cli–ris, and his fingers reached the ce-vix, then withdrew and re-entered with the same depth.
Squish, thump. Squelch, thump!
“Ah, ah!”
The knight’s movements were exceedingly skilled. Using the curves of his thick, hard fingers perfectly, he mimicked the thrusts of men obsessed with s-x, pushing Marie to the brink of pleasure.
Marie’s white feet pushed against the knight’s arms or chest repeatedly, but it was futile. The creature only took it as affection and continued with his ministrations.
Hot fluid splashed everywhere.
Marie squirmed with pleasure as if her head was being sliced with a dull knife.
“Ah, mmm.”
The knight held Marie’s trembling chin and kissed her. As she focused on the kiss, she felt the fingers below expanding.
Three? Four? It wasn’t overwhelming. She was accustomed to tentacles that expanded and contracted at will every day, so accommodating two or more appendages wasn’t difficult…
“Hmm.”
Her eyes widened as she felt the knuckles of his fingers entering.
So, it was strange.
Marie had no idea the difference in sensations between something hard, lumpy, and defined could be so great. Each time the hand moved, the knuckles scraped against her inner walls, penetrating deeper with each stroke, and the stimulation was intensely unfamiliar and vivid.
“Ahhh.”
While Marie struggled with the strange sensations, the knight bent his thumb, which had been tormenting her cli–ris, and pushed it in completely. Inserting the thumb itself was easy, but the hand’s base, where the thumb connects, created a brief pause as it encountered resistance.
Honestly, Marie thought it would stop there.
The knight’s hand was large, and its bone structure was thick. She didn’t think she could accommodate it all inside her.
But.
“…Ah.”
It came in.
The knight’s hand.
Slowly, but steadily, once the hardest part was overcome, it slid effortlessly inside her. Marie’s mind went blank as she felt her body swallowing even the hand. Her trembling gaze turned toward the knight.
He was.
He was smiling with dry lips drawn upward.
“Ah.”
The knight clenched his fist inside her.
The firm fist pressing inside her stomach caused Marie’s body to break into a cold sweat.
Thump!
As it pushed further inside, a silent scream erupted, and hot, slippery fluid gushed out like a flood.
