As if his words about not letting her go weren’t just talk, Regan didn’t release his hold on Haniel even for a moment and shook her as he pleased while staying attached to her.

Obscene sounds that were difficult to listen to with a sane mind burst between them with squelching noises.

Covered in thickened bodily fl*ids, Haniel was violently shaken under Regan like a child’s piggyback ride.

With her arms held behind her back while lying face down.

She was mercilessly pounded, grafted onto the lower body of a beast that had been desperate to devour her in such a lewd manner all along.

Saliva dripped from Haniel’s mouth.

‘F*ck.’

Regan, are you crazy?

No, were you crazy from the beginning?

It feels like my waist is going to break.

Every time Regan pushed his heavy body against Haniel’s buttocks, her white, modest buttocks were squashed and crushed like flour dough.

Like drilling a hole and striking with a chisel. Every time Regan’s rock-like body hit her forcefully, her innocent buttocks were pushed and her waist bent.

Regan was truly thrusting his hips like a mating animal gone mad.

In a right mind, one couldn’t have s*x like this.

If one were in their right mind…

‘This guy, was he not in his right mind?’

Haniel didn’t feel pain.

Moment by moment, there were confusing sensations that made her wonder whether it was pain or pleasure, but ultimately it was pleasure that irregularly found its way amidst the maddening ecstasy.

But even so, he could have asked if she was okay when she moaned or stopped for a moment.

Regan didn’t stop.

It was as if he knew without a doubt that the only sensation she felt in this relationship was pleasure.

At this moment, Haniel’s m*ans, regardless of their nature, were merely catalysts making Regan’s movements more violent.

‘When the hell will it get better…’

Was Regan’s mating season that intense? Enough to cloud his cold reason to this extent?

If not…

What she recalled was her constitution that is loved.

Haniel drooled.

It’s my fault.

I see.

“Re-Regan… ple-please. Gently… I’d be fine with you being gentle. Okay?”

All she could do was beg.

How many times had she reached cl*max? It felt like she’d come more than twenty times, but Regan’s *rgasm only continued to intensify with no sign of resolution.

Slip. Haniel’s top, which had somehow come undone due to the intense movements, fell beyond the bed.

Through the gap, her bare white br*asts spilled out, shaking frantically with the movements.

Growl. Regan reached out and grabbed Haniel’s br*asts.

Modest br*asts that fit entirely in one hand. Glistening with sweat and bodily fl*ids, Haniel’s br*asts looked more tempting than any crop or fruit in this territory.

How sweet it would be to lick those fully *rect peaks.

But instead of flipping Haniel over to face him, Regan deeply thr*st his c*ck all the way in as before and lay down on top of her body.

“Kyaaak!”

Regan’s weight poured directly onto Haniel.

To Haniel, with his c*ck deeply embedded like a wedge, it felt as if the genitals were being driven in with that much weight.

“Uu, uuu… hea-heavy…”

“Haa.”

In that state, Regan breathed against Haniel’s nape.

He wanted to bite.

As he impulsively opened his mouth, his awl-like teeth were revealed.

The Hume’s fangs dangerously grazing Haniel’s skin.

Regan wanted to chew on Haniel in front of him until her flesh was tattered, to roll her in his mouth.

Until her scent completely disappeared, continuously…

This was the destructive and natural instinct that Humes have toward their partners during mating season.

It was part of the desire to take the partner’s body and soul, and to perfectly make the most ideal being his own.

But if Regan were to surrender to that desire here… Haniel would probably die instantly.

Regan exhaled a trembling sigh with his eyelids half-open.

And he grabbed Haniel, who was muttering something between her teeth, and wrapped her entire body tightly with his limbs.

From above, he had completely imprisoned her small female body within his, not even a strand of her hair visible, and continuously moved his lower body.

Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch…

“…ca-can’t, any… anymore, I can’t… do it…”

“You said you’d handle me. You, can, do it.”

“Le-let me go, you do-do-dog, ba-bastard… dog, bastard… really…”

Dog bastard.

Even as pleasure rose very slowly and steadily to the tip of his chin, Regan smiled faintly.

Because his female, who chose to call him a dog bastard as an insult, was so strange and lovable.

Because it was amusing how he became aroused by even such a small aspect of her.

“You’re… right.”

“Cra-crazy… dog bastard, like a dog bastard…”

“But what about you, who clings to someone like me? Hm? Are you a b*tch?”

Regan grabbed Haniel and quickly turned her to face him.

Golden eyes that gazed at him clearly despite their blurred focus.

Ah…

Regan’s smile faded.

It was too much now.

What had been building up in his lower abdomen was about to burst.

Regan briefly squeezed his eyes shut at the sensation of all the blood in his body rushing to that spot.

Why does just making eye contact make one feel so ecstatic, as if the top of their head might fly off?

Regan stretched out his trembling hand.

Squelch…

He lay on top of Haniel and held her small face with both hands.

“Anything is fine. Whether you’re a b*tch or the master.”

A face that looks like it could be covered with just one hand. Inside Regan’s large hands, it seemed like she might disappear.

Regan came close enough that their noses could touch, met her gaze, and whispered.

“Since you picked me up…”

Thr*st. Regan’s lower body adding more pressure to senses already in overdrive.

There was nowhere left to penetrate. It couldn’t go in any further, yet his lower body pressed slowly and strongly as if determined to push in even more.

Haniel opened her mouth.

“Wait, wait a moment. Really, just a moment…!”

“You made me go into heat, so you need to take responsibility.”

No. Haniel’s face turned pale.

Regan was preparing ‘something.’

And the uneasiness that Haniel had been feeling in the back of her mind, that she had been deliberately ignoring, gradually rose to the surface.

Regan’s c*ck, which had been strangely swelling up for a while now.

His c*ck, which was already swollen enough to push up her insides, was expanding even more.

More, more, more… Slowly, like a balloon…

It wasn’t an illusion.

‘No way, no way…!’

Haniel opened her mouth and her jaw trembled.

“Regan, Regan! L-let’s just… wait!”

“Take responsibility.”

Regan wrapped himself tightly around Haniel.

His lips came near her ear and placed small kisses around it. Clearly intent on fully inhaling her scent.

A beast-like growl endlessly emanated from Regan’s throat… Haniel felt like her mind was about to fly away.

‘This, this is…’

It was now unmistakably clear.

It had swollen up.

Not just the shaft, but further below… the strangely swollen base of Regan’s genitals.

The base of his c*ck, which at first seemed just slightly bulging, had swollen terrifyingly large during that brief moment when Regan gritted his teeth and thr*st his hips vigorously, and was now hitting against Haniel’s l*bia.

A spherical lump at the base of the shaft.

It must be the swollen root of his genitals, like that of canine animals she had seen before.

A lump that blocks Haniel’s vaginal entrance to prevent s*men from escaping.

Haniel’s heartbeat quickened every time that lump dangerously rubbed against her hole, as if it might enter with each thr*st of Regan’s pelvis.

It couldn’t possibly enter.

No, perhaps…

Haniel, shaking beneath Regan, sweated profusely as various scenarios flashed through her mind despite her dazed state.

Regan’s c*ck alone was already an impossible size for Haniel to handle.

There was no way a lump as big as two of her fists combined could enter her.

But regardless of what Haniel thought, Regan seemed determined to somehow shove the lump into her p*ssy.

He intended to pour so much s*men into Haniel’s p*ssy that her belly could barely contain it, and then personally block it from leaking out with his c*ck.

Regan lowered his body and began moving only his pelvis back and forth. It looked like a movement with a specific purpose.

Every time he shoved his c*ck into Haniel’s v*gina, he rubbed and ground his pelvis, continuously and rapidly pressing the round lump made of erectile tissue against her hole.

Stretch, stretch, stretch, stretch, stretch.

Each time Regan’s swollen c*ck lump pressed against the entrance, almost entering and then retreating, Haniel’s maximally stretched vaginal opening repeatedly expanded and contracted without rest.

When the wide, thick part entered and Haniel drew in her breath, before she could even shudder from the momentary flash of pain and the sensation of sudden stretching, Regan would pull back his hips and the lump would move away from the entrance.

Then, just as she started to feel relieved, he would push in again, rubbing and testing, widening her hole.

And each time, the c*ck lump was… surprisingly, little by little, advancing further inside.

Squelch. Squish. Squish.

Haniel gasped for breath.

“It, won’t… go in.”

Yes, it will.