Humans were beings as fragile as they were lovely.

Of course, seeing how well she endured mating with him, the human species seemed to have its own tenacity and flexibility… but he couldn’t be careless.

‘I need to feed her well.’

Regan made such plans while thinking of the foods Haniel enjoyed eating.

For Haniel to continue receiving his c*ck and spending mating seasons with him in the future, she needed to become sturdier than she was now.

Thud, thud, squelch…

“Ah, suddenly, don’t… don’t move, wait a moment.”

“…”

“Regan. Inside… it’s still blocked by the lump…!”

Haniel raised her hand and placed it on Regan’s belly, but he overlapped his own hand on top of hers and moved his pelvis.

Splash, splash. Regan’s slow hip movements continued with the clear purpose of quickly draining the pooled s*men inside.

The swollen erectile tissue wriggling and rubbing against Haniel’s convulsing inner walls.

Like water flowing from a partially closed pipe, a weak stream of s*men leaked continuously from the indented urethral opening.

Squelch. Stretch. Like waves hitting coastal rocks, Regan’s groin, attached to Haniel’s p*ssy, repeatedly rubbed slowly.

Even in her languid state, like water-soaked cotton, Haniel let out groaning m*ans as the steady stimulation continued.

Each time Regan slightly pulled his pelvis, the lump tightly lodged inside the vaginal opening was pulled along, pressing and stimulating erogenous zones she hadn’t even known existed around that area.

Squish.

“Haak…!”

The protruding gl*ns pressed against the flesh of her inner walls, creating a direct rubbing sensation beyond mere pressure. Haniel turned her head and buried it in the pillow.

A white throat wet with sweat.

Was she exposing her neck so defensively, not knowing what was before her?

Regan stared at that white neck without blinking, with a penetrating, persistent gaze even while moving his hips.

“…If you would permit me.”

“Ugh… hic.”

“May I bite it just once?”

What?

Bite what?

Such questions floated around in Haniel’s mind.

But as Regan’s genital lump once again rubbed and created friction as if hanging on her vaginal opening, she could no longer think about that.

She just nodded meaninglessly with her eyes tightly closed.

And coincidentally, that appearance seemed like permission to the man who, like her, was barely holding onto the thread of reason.

“I won’t pierce it.”

Just as such a voice echoed in her ear,

Chomp!

With the sound of something being bitten, a stinging pain surged in, and Haniel’s eyes flew open.

“Aack!”

Haniel rolled her eyes to look toward her neck.

A beast as large as a house was crouched over her body, with its mouth attached to her neck, thinner and more slender than its rough hands, biting at it.

Being eaten.

Really being eaten.

Her inner walls, which had been trembling as the swollen genitals continuously thr*st up against the deeply seated cervix, suddenly stiffened with the tension that rose in an instant.

It was a rigidity born from the instinctive fear of having flesh bitten and eaten by a predator more ferocious and cruel than oneself, an animal that would inevitably be physically subdued no matter how much it struggled.

But…

“Kugh…”

As the inner walls suddenly contracted greatly, tightly squeezing his genitals, Regan, who was gently biting and pressing on the white neck, let out a low m*an through his teeth.

And,

“Ha, ah, ugh… aah.”

Haniel, who had been trembling while rigid, exhaled a labored breath at the hot liquid bursting just below her navel.

Something was forcefully spurting from the tip of Regan’s gl*ns.

For a moment, hot liquid poured from the urethral opening that was tightly attached to the entrance of her womb, as if he were urinating… quickly filling the inside.

At that moment, Haniel looked to the side.

She saw Regan, slickly wet with sweat, trembling without knowing shame, immersed in unparalleled ecstasy.

“Ah…”

The beast crouched over the small female body and groaned.

The end of a long *jaculation.

Regan’s c*ck, which had forcefully spurted water with the thrilling satisfaction of having pretended to sink his teeth into his female… was slowly shrinking.

Haniel took a deep breath.

The lump was shrinking, and his slippery c*ck was gradually pulling out!

“Fi, finally…!”

As if it had never been so roundly swollen, the base of Regan’s organ was still somewhat thick but had flattened enough to exit the vaginal opening. Now it was almost indistinguishable from the boundary of his genitals.

Squelch… plop.

“…Uuugh.”

Regan’s c*ck slid out slowly, just as it had entered.

When a sound like escaping air came from the maximally expanded vaginal opening, Haniel blushed.

D*mn. What kind of sound is this?

It wasn’t like air escaping from a balloon, so why would such a sound come from a part of the body?

Perhaps only Haniel was concerned about the embarrassing sound, as Regan merely rubbed his s*men-coated c*ck against her flushed s*x.

Squish, squish.

He applied plenty of the cream-like thick s*men to the tip of his gl*ns and spread it up and down along the vertical slit.

All the way to the cl*toris above.

The atmosphere suggested he might try to align himself below once more.

“Ah, no!”

Not even if I die!

Haniel pushed Regan away.

It was a desperate strength that made her wonder where such power came from.

“I’ll, I’ll die from too much pleasure, okay?”

“…Do you think I would let you die?”

“Um, no, I don’t think so… but that’s not the point.”

D*mn it! Haniel had unconsciously answered Regan’s softly asked question.

She rolled her eyes and foamed at the mouth.

“The issue isn’t whether you’d let me die, but that I’m that exhausted…!”

‘Would I let you die?’

This was not something a man should say while lying on top of Haniel after long lovemaking, sliding his organ between her folds again.

Moreover, look at that organ that didn’t look like a normal organ…

A massive organ reaching to the middle of his rock-solid thick thighs… a dog’s c*ck.

‘This is insane.’

Haniel doubted her eyes when she saw the whitish m*cus congealed thickly on that bright red, slippery surface.

A sticky liquid mass that felt heavy enough to have weight.

Surely that’s not…!

She reached her hand between her legs. With the careful touch of someone feeling around an unidentified container forgotten in the refrigerator during summer.

Squelch… squish.

“Ugh… this…”

What met her fingertips was some viscous liquid. No, was it solid?

Haniel slightly wiped the white foamy substance with the edge of her hand and spread it before her eyes to examine it closely.

Foam that spread stickily like opaque cream between her fingers.

A sticky, slippery liquid with lumps throughout. With a somehow familiar sour smell and a strangely musky, fishy scent mixed in, it was…

“…S*men.”

It was a mass of s*men that Regan had carefully discharged into Haniel’s belly.

Mixed with the vaginal fl*ids now secreted from Haniel. Additionally, foamed up stickily from the friction created while the two pressed their bodies together without rest, sticking together like dogs…

Haniel, whose thoughts momentarily stopped, looked down at her lower body.

How on earth could Regan get excited by this sight?

Her entire groin and thighs were soaked with this cream-like whitish liquid.

Slick foam thoroughly coating every fold of flesh.

Thick liquid stuck so heavily that her l*bia minora were barely visible, falling in clumps from the wings of her l*bia minora with each breath Haniel exhaled.

And Regan’s s*men dripping down under her buttocks as if she had a white tail.

“Cough, cough!”

When Haniel suddenly coughed in embarrassment,

Gulp. Something flowed out from below.

“Ugh.”

As her abdominal muscles squeezed, pressing on her intestines, s*men that had been contained in Haniel’s p*ssy poured out in lumps from her momentarily opened vaginal entrance.

Gulp, glug…

“Hic, sob, hoo, ungh…”

S*men flowed endlessly like pouring out a sack filled with thick porridge.