Beast in the Woods, Deep in the Night

6.2

After his name, Christine got the information that this excited man was a pervert. Edgar’s shallow patience ran out while she moved her eyes around, unable to bear showing her chest outside her clothes.

He held Christine in one arm and pulled hard at her dress with the other. His veiny hand easily tore apart the dress and underwear.

With that, her ample breasts stuck out of the torn clothes that provided no resistance. Edgar did not hesitate to take her chest in his mouth.

“Wait, ah…”

Christine unconsciously squeezed her toes. With the fabric that covered her body now gone, she could feel his soft and hot tongue more vividly. The mucous membrane, slippery with saliva, tightly wrapped around her sensitive n*pple. His tongue circled the protruding tip, and the space between her legs seemed to tighten according to the rhythm.

While she was accepting the frantic outpouring of s*xual pleasure as he lusted for her, Christine came inside a cabin. She didn’t know if this was Edgar’s residence, but it was a pretty clean place. Above all, it was indoors.

Did he remember her saying it was cold, or did he just not intend to do it outside?

Christine, who was contemplating absentmindedly, soon felt her vision spinning. Edgar had placed her on the bed.

As soon as he laid her down, he lowered his hands to his waist and loosened his belt. Christine gazed at him without realizing it as he took off his clothes.

It was something she had felt since she first saw him, but Edgar had a sturdier body than any other man she had encountered in her life. The ratio between his broad shoulders and smooth waist, centering on the clearly defined abs drenched in excitement, was perfect, giving him a beautiful yet obscene feeling.

Soon, his member, which had been poking and rubbing her lower parts the entire time he held her, appeared. It was roughly the size of a forearm, with veins sticking out and a strange color. The tip of his p*nis, so hard that it touched her lower abdomen, was covered in a sticky liquid.

As an elite guild member with excellent discernment, Christine didn’t think such a thing could enter her. Never.

As she was catching her breath and unconsciously showing signs of nervousness, Edgar suddenly asked, “Is this your first time doing something like this?”

“… Does saying yes change anything?”

“Not for me. But it will hurt if it’s your first time.”

As soon as the man confirmed what she was worried about, Christine became frightened. Her fear increased when he revealed his naked body, perfect like a marble sculpture, and slowly positioned himself on top of her.

In the end, Christine gazed at his member, swollen as if it was about to burst, and spoke in a despondent voice.

“Edgar, can you kiss me? I heard it hurts a little less if you do that.”

Then, Edgar, who was holding it, met her eyes. For some reason, his deep green eyes were boiling in desperation.

So Christine changed her words.

“No, never mind. I was talking nonsense.

Everyone could see that he had lost all his patience and become an animal with only instincts. There was no way a chimera in heat, whose mind was filled with thoughts of s*x, would meet her request.

It was bound to be painful, but she had also ripped her skin countless times while carrying out commissions. She thought that there was nothing she wouldn’t do to solve the problem of her curse.

However, the man who opened his mouth said something completely different from what Christine had expected.

“I’ll do that for you, so open your legs.”

“What?”

“I’ll make it so that it doesn’t hurt.”

She appreciated him listening to her, but… Why was he asking her to spread her legs when she asked him to kiss her? Christine gazed at him with questioning and wary eyes even as she awkwardly spread her legs.

Edgar frowned at the sight of her long legs moving so slowly that it made him anxious. He had no reason left in him to wait for her slow movements.

He grabbed Christine’s knees and spread them apart. Her thighs, which had been tightly pressed together, parted, revealing her already-soaked underwear. It was the place where his member had rubbed and pressed against for a long time.

“… Stop looking,” Christine said in a low voice, embarrassed by the way he was staring at the place between her legs. Even though the surroundings were dark, the man’s eyes were slowly scanning her lower body like he was appreciating something.

Then, he swept away the underwear that was wet and clinging to her skin. She immediately flinched and closed her legs when his fingertips touched her v*gina.

Edgar looked at his hand, stuck between her thighs and flinching lower body, for a moment. His already painfully erect p*nis felt like it was about to explode.

“I said I wouldn’t hurt you, but you’re not cooperating.”

Speaking in an excited voice, he twisted his wrist and touched Christine’s underwear again. It didn’t matter that her thighs were holding his wrist tightly and didn’t let go.

“Ugh…”

Christine’s waist flinched unconsciously. She could feel his touch explicitly, caressing her through her soaking wet underwear. Her abdomen spasmed with the direct pleasure. Her thighs, which had been blocking his movements, gradually lost their strength.

Edgar did not miss the chance and opened Christine’s legs. Then, he bent down deeply and buried his face between them.