もののけ | monster | soshiro hoshina (Kaiju No. 8) (COMPLETE)

さんじゅうよん | thirty four

もののけ | kaiju | monster

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[Warning: Adult Content—This chapter is dedicated to those who crave both 'princess treatment' and being treated like a 'whore.' If this content is not to your taste or you're uncomfortable with such themes, please feel free to skip this chapter.]

Soshiro

AS SOON AS KIYOMI WHISPERED THOSE WORDS, I surged to my feet, nearly stumbling us both in my haste. My hands found her cheeks, cupping them with a fervor I could no longer contain. I leaned in, our breaths mingling, my heart pounding violently against my ribcage.

"Then open that pretty mouth of yours," I growled, the words escaping my lips like a desperate plea. "Wide enough to shove my tongue in it." My voice had taken on a husky edge, the weight of my longing palpable in each syllable.

A slow, seductive smile curled the corners of her mouth. "Do what you want with me," she murmured, her voice low and inviting. Her hands snaked around my neck, pulling me impossibly closer. "I'm not going to stop you."

Her lips were so close, mere inches from mine, and yet I stopped. I could feel the heat of her breath, the electric anticipation crackling between us. I had waited so long for this moment, but suddenly, I found myself frozen, my gaze locked on her lips with an intensity that bordered on madness.

"Why did you stop?" Kiyomi's whisper cut through the charged silence, laced with disdain and mockery. "Don't tell me you're already regretting it."

A scoff escaped my lips, morphing into a cunning smirk. "I was thinking about how you'd repay me for all these years of torment you inflicted upon me," I said, my voice taking on a crazed edge. I met her gaze, her dark green eyes stained with tears—reflecting the same intensity as mine, but she couldn't possibly understand the depth of my hunger, the ache that had festered within me for years.

She had no idea what she had unleashed.

"You said you would let me do anything I want with you," I continued, watching her eyes flicker to my lips, her own slightly parted in anticipation. "Then don't be a brat who comes begging me to stop."

With those words, I finally closed the distance between us, my lips crashing against hers. She opened her mouth for me, our tongues meeting in a frenzied dance. The kiss was raw, desperate, filled with years of pent-up desire and unspoken anguish. My hands slid down to her waist, pulling her flush against me.

Her taste was intoxicating, a heady mix of sweetness and bitterness that only deepened my need. My fingers dug into her skin, desperate to claim every inch of her. The world outside ceased to exist; it was just us, entangled in a tempest of emotions. I poured everything into that kiss—my anger, my longing, my heartbreak. Each movement of my lips against hers was a plea for absolution, a demand for her to understand the depths of my pain.

Kiyomi responded with equal fervor, her hands gripping the back of my neck, her nails digging into my skin. Her submission was laced with defiance, a paradox that only fueled my desire. I broke the kiss momentarily, my breath ragged, my eyes searching hers for any sign of regret. Noting the string of saliva that still connected our lips.