The Monster's Room - Chapter 23
“Ah, no, no! Please, please…!”
Marie begged with tears in her eyes. However, just as he had ignored her pleas until now, the knight continued to spread his fist inside her, completely disregarding her desperation. She could feel the resistance of her inner walls stretching around his five fingers.
The knight smiled again, and Marie cried out once more.
It wasn’t pain, per se. It was more like pleasure mingled with discomfort, searing through her brain. This was something the knight had been teaching her all along.
Initially, he simply inserted his fist and pumped it steadily. Marie was terrified that her insides might burst and struggled to breathe amidst the shockwaves that hit her. But through his expertly regulated rhythm and timing, she gradually learned to find pleasure in the knight’s thrusts.
As she barely got accustomed to it, he pushed his fist deeper and began to twist it.
Her sobs turned into screams.
When her screams began to mix with moans, he withdrew his fist slightly and shook it out at the entrance, then spread it out again to grip her inner walls.
“Ugh. Hah. Hah! …Ah, ugh, aaah!”
When he gripped her inner walls, Marie managed to endure, but when he thrust his forearm in and started to wring it, she couldn’t help but let out sharp cries. After a brief moment of crude, muddy sounds, the knight pulled his fist out from Marie, who felt like she had been thoroughly messed up inside.
Schloop. The sound of him withdrawing was followed by a slick noise.
Marie’s walls were like fully bloomed flower.
How could it be so indecent?
Pleased with his work, the knight wiped his stomach. As he did so, the armor covering his belly came off, revealing his e***t member.
“Ah, below…”
Incredibly, there was nothing there.
But what replaced it was more than enough.
The knight’s member emerged as he grew it, and Marie watched, dumbfounded, as it grew from the saddle.
It was a massive, menacing organ, with a texture like soft leather when touched. The knight lifted Marie, spun her around to face forward, and placed her atop the massive member that had grown from the saddle.
It was slippery when it first touched her.
It was because Marie’s secret area was drenched in lubricant. However, the thick, stake-like head of the di-do—or member—penetrated so easily that, before Marie could even resist, the knight released her body, which he had been holding.
Thunk!
“…!”
The massive di-do—or member—plunged in, causing Marie to drool and stagger. Instinctively, her outstretched hand grabbed onto the saddle’s handle, and Marie sensed a growing unease.
Just moments ago, Marie had been able to lie across the saddle.
Why? Because the shape of the saddle had been adjusted to accommodate her.
But now, the handle was right in front of her.
Why? Because the knight had reverted the saddle to its original form.
So.
Why? Why did he revert the saddle?
Feeling the saliva trickling down her chin, Marie gripped the handle with trembling hands. The massive member, which seemed to push upwards as it filled her completely, was now serving as a brace.
But that only compounded the problem.
Whoosh.
A cool breath touched the top of Marie’s head. The knight pressed his bare, heated member tightly against her rear. The warm, slightly sticky skin of his member brushed against the soft, wet skin of her backside.
Clunk!
The horse began walking again.
“Ah, ah, ah! Ah!”
With each step the horse took, Marie’s body rose and fell.
Thump. Thump. Each bounce made Marie’s cries intermittent. She clung to the handle, unable to escape the relentless shock. This was inconceivable. How could something like this exist? Marie denied reality over and over, but it was inescapable.
“Ah! Ugh! Ugh! Argh! Aaaah!”
As the horse increased its pace, Marie was driven to the edge, screaming in climax.
The huge impact of the member pounding into her felt like hammering stakes. Even if she didn’t want it, the member embedded in the saddle struck, penetrated, and secured her in place. Moreover, the source of this kinetic energy was the massive horse, meaning the force driving into her was not from the knight but the horse itself.
“No, no! Ah, ugh! Argh! Eek! Ugh, ugh, ugh!”
The knight gripped Marie’s b*****s instead of the reins, pressing his body closely against hers. As his large hands pulled and held her bouncing n–ples with each stride of the horse, Marie writhed and cried out from the sensations.
It was painful.
It was good.
It felt as if her entire body was being ravaged by the member.
It was good.
Good, good, good…
Slap!
“Ugh!”
The sudden slap to her left b*****k jolted Marie awake. The knight had smacked her rear to rouse her just before she was about to faint. But by now, Marie’s hands had lost their strength, and she couldn’t grip the handle properly.
The knight swiftly supported her, holding her slick, sweat-covered hands behind her back and using stirrups to secure her dangling legs. This kept her from falling, but it also meant her swaying b*****s and undulating lower abdomen were fully exposed through her cascading black hair.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh. Hah, huh!”
Thus, Marie had to endure being impaled by the member protruding from the saddle while moving through the confined space. Her fluids overflowed from the saddle and dripped onto the floor.
