The Monster's Room - Chapter 50
Her vision flickered. The position had changed, and the barbs scraping along her cli–ris made Marie’s mind go blank. Squishing, scraping sounds echoed from her entrance, sounds she had never heard before.
Though Marie was unaware, the headless horse’s member dripped pre-c-m in excitement,.
The monster pondered. How could he make his beloved cry out even more?
The Iron Horse Knight wanted to pleasure Marie so intensely that she would cry out, then hold her tightly as her heated body trembled. He knew she secretly loved the rough treatment, followed by tender affection afterward.
He enjoyed indulging her in both.
He adored the way she shyly blushed like a wildflower at his gentle kisses.
“Huh?”
The Iron Horse Knight needed to think. He paused his thrusts and pressed his thumb against her cli–ris, spreading her lips to reveal the base of his s***t.
“Hah, ugh. Ahh.”
Even the slightest change in his position caused the barbs to scrape her mercilessly. A crooked smile formed on the monster’s lips. He hated to admit it, but he was thankful his enemies had taken his original pe–s.
Scrape. Scrape. Scrape.
Without that, he wouldn’t be able to do this.
“Wait, no, oh!”
The barbed member began to spin furiously inside her.
* * *
A piercing scream tore from Marie’s lips.
The Iron Horse Knight’s barbed s***t spun faster and faster with each passing moment, making her eyes roll back as she climaxed, her fluids gushing out. The madness of the situation was that even as she orgasmed, the barbed member didn’t stop.
“Ah, ugh! Ahh!”
When he finally withdrew, Marie’s body shook uncontrollably.
If the saddle hadn’t held her in place, she would have fallen. Her body trembled violently, completely spent. The Iron Horse Knight gently cradled her upper body and lifted her tenderly.
Hisss.
Marie saw him fully remove his helmet for the first time. His thick, curly hair was just as she remembered it when he was human, and his handsome lower face remained unchanged.
However, where his captivating almond-shaped eyes once were, there were now deep scars. Harsh, jagged cuts marred the area, showing the brutality he had endured. Marie reached out with trembling hands to cradle his face.
The Iron Horse Knight leaned into her touch, resting his cheek gently against her hand. The sight of him so vulnerable caused a lump to form in her throat.
Marie understood the significance of him showing his face to her, something he had never shown before. Moved, she pressed her lips to his, kissing him tenderly on his lips, his forehead, his cheeks, and the scars where his eyes used to be.
Her kisses were as gentle as flower petals, returning the tenderness he had always shown her. Overcome with emotion, she whispered words she probably shouldn’t have said.
“Shall we go again? A little rougher this time…?”
Those words, though, were a mistake. Before she knew it, the saddle had changed shape, becoming slightly smaller, and a barbed member, identical to the one that adorned the monster’s g***n, emerged from it.
Slam!
“Ah!”
It was too late. She was already impaled on the new member. Her legs were locked into place on the saddle, her hands secured on the grips.
It was, of course, the work of the Iron Horse Knight. Though a drop of saliva escaped her lips, she still had her wits about her. This wasn’t the first time she had been ridden hard by a saddle-mounted member. Although the barbs were intimidating, she believed she could endure it.
However, just as she tried to quell her anxiety, she felt a finger probing at Marie’s other entrance. No way. She looked back in disbelief.
The Iron Horse Knight was smiling. His finger easily penetrated her, and though she shook her head in denial, her body, trained to accept even the most daunting intrusions, soon accommodated the barbed member. Her back entrance, loosened and trained, accepted the tip of the grotesque organ that was attached to the Horse Knight’s crotch.
Thump.
As Marie gripped the handles tight enough to turn her knuckles white, the barbed member plunged into her rear entrance.
Thud. Thud.
Marie’s eyes lost focus as the barbed phalluses filled both her entrances. She couldn’t afford to lose herself yet. The Iron Horse Knight pressed his lips firmly to the top of her head.
Clack.
The headless horse took a step forward.
“No, please… not like this… please…”
Marie begged while trembling violently. The Iron Horse Knight embraced her tightly, his cold breath escaping in a sigh. He had never created two interconnected members before, and the sensation was unexpectedly delightful. Pondering what to create next to bring his beloved even more pleasure, he urged the horse to move again.
Clack!
“Aah!”
Clack, clack!
Starting with a brisk walk, the Iron Horse Knight’s cruel smile grew as he gripped her b*****s with almost painful intensity, using them as reins.
