Triton, his voice a menacing whisper, placed a tender kiss on Livia’s cheek, his hands kneading and caressing her full br*asts. Despite the softness of his touch, his eyes, fixed on her, were cold.

This space was Triton himself, every inch under his control.

The countless tentacles entwining Livia were his nerves. This entire space was, in the truest sense, ‘Triton.’

From in front, above, from everywhere, he could see and feel Livia completely.

His eyes, devoid of warmth, observed her wanton display.

The sight of her, bound by his tentacles, legs splayed open, yearning for him in her arousal, set his heart ablaze.

He was furious with her, his heart threatening to burst with the intensity of his rage, yet the sight of her was beautiful, infuriatingly so.

‘My leniency has made her this reckless, hasn’t it?’

Though a fire raged within him, the feeling of her yielding flesh in his hands was intoxicating, almost bringing a humorless laugh to his lips.

‘Damn you, Livia… My human, so beloved, yet so infuriating.’

Her panting moans, calling his name, were as fleeting as the west wind whistling through reefs, her subtle attempts to press her body against him both pitiful and endearing. Yet, forgiveness was not a readily available emotion.

‘How dare she claim to feel the same? To kiss another man while claiming to reciprocate my feelings?’

A bitter laugh rose in his throat, urging him to unleash his anger upon her. He bared his teeth, sinking them into the delicate skin of her neck.

“Ah…!”

Livia winced at the sharp pain. He lapped at the small beads of blood welling up on her skin, then reached out and grazed her cl*t with his fingertip.

“Haaah!”

Aroused, Livia’s body responded instantly, slick fluids dripping from between her swollen folds.

Triton gathered the moisture on his palm, spreading it across her heated s*x. He pressed his fingertip against her slick entrance, and as if she had been waiting, she drew him in.

“Don’t worry, Livia. I’ll fill you with something much better than your fingers.”

He sheathed two fingers into her tight heat, gently stroking her walls. Her muscles spasmed around him, squeezing out more of her slick arousal.

His mouth went dry with the urge to devour her completely, but he held back, choosing instead to scissor his fingers inside her.

Her tight channel stretched around him, hot fluids coating his fingers, trailing up his wrist.

“Tr-Triton…!”

Her voice, thick with a desperate plea, was music to his ears.

If only she had begged him to save her brother with such fervor, he would have braved the underworld and back, no matter the cost.

His anger, sharp and biting, found an outlet as he nipped and sucked at her neck and earlobe.

“Ahh…”

He covered her moans with his hand, pulling her trembling form closer, grinding her against his er*ction.

“Mmmph…!”

His hardened length, veins throbbing, brushed against her slick heat, sending shivers through her small frame. Under normal circumstances, he would have found even this reaction endearing, taking his time to prepare her tight, heated passage for him.

But not today.

‘You asked for this, to be blamed, to be punished.’

A cruel smile touched his lips as he rubbed his tip against her throbbing entrance. Gripping her br*asts, he ignored her feeble struggles and thrust into her.

A wet tearing sound filled the air as he split her open. Her body, shocked by the intrusion, went rigid.

“…Hmph!”

She gasped, but before she could cry out, he whispered against her ear.

“Does it hurt, Livia?”

His hand muffled her whimpers. She tried to nod, her jaw trembling, but he cut her off with a powerful thrust of his hips.

“Thud!”

“…!”

Her wet s*x collided with his groin with a sickening thud. He drove himself deeper, burying himself to the hilt, drawing a pained moan from her lips.

“I asked you a question. Why can’t you answer, Livia?”

He was muffling her cries and thrusting into her every time she tried to speak. How could she answer?

Frustration and anger welled up inside her, urging her to fight back, but his relentless assault left her helpless, her body swaying limply with each thrust.

As if sensing her attempt to resist, the tentacles that bound her wrists and ankles tightened their grip.

Squish, squish! Thud, squish!

Unable to withstand his relentless assault, her body slumped forward.

Giant tentacles shifted and moved, catching her before she could fall. They weren’t hard, wouldn’t hurt her, but the feeling of dozens of living appendages writhing beneath her sent chills down her spine.

She thrashed, trying to avoid touching them, and in response, the tentacles beneath her lifted her hips higher, offering her up to him.

Triton, who had been leisurely rubbing his er*ction against her slick heat, gripped her raised hips, his voice a low murmur.

“Is this what you want, Livia? To be taken like an animal?”

“No, please…Mmmph!”

His hand had left her mouth free, but a slimy tentacle quickly slithered in, silencing her once more. She tried to scream in frustration, but with her tongue and throat held captive, it came out as a muffled sob.

“…Well, humans are just another type of animal, aren’t they?”

He thrust into her, his words a caress against her ear. With a loud thud, his length bottomed out against her cervix.

“…!”

A sharp, tingling sensation shot through her, stealing her breath. A tentacle slithered into her open mouth, swirling around her tongue, sucking on it.

She shuddered, her body trembling with the shock of it all. As if trying to soothe her, Triton slowly pulled back, his hand stroking her sensitive back.

“Relax, Livia. You’ll hurt yourself.”

His words, spoken as if he were the one about to break her, filled her with fear. As if to prove her right, he pulled back until only the tip of him remained inside her, rubbing it against her sensitive entrance before thrusting back in with brutal force.

“Ahh!”

Her insides screamed as he stretched her open. He gave her no time to recover, his hips slamming against hers, his er*ction a battering ram against her sensitive walls. The feeling of him stretching her open, filling her completely, was terrifyingly overwhelming.

His c*ck, rubbing against her walls with each thrust, hit every sensitive spot within her. Fluids gushed out of her, uncontrollable, like urine.

He stroked her trembling backside as she lay there, whimpering, unable to tell if the sensations were pleasurable or painful.

“Don’t cry yet, Livia.”

“Uh…Huuuh…”

“We have a lot more lovemaking to do.”

She shook her head, trying to dislodge the tentacle from her mouth. Saliva dribbled down her chin, her face a mess of sweat, tears, and drool.

Still, she couldn’t give up. She had to speak.

It wasn’t forgiveness she sought. She didn’t believe she had done anything wrong, so how could she ask for forgiveness?

She just wanted him to look at her, to unleash his anger while looking into her eyes.

The humiliation of being taken like this, facedown and helpless, was nothing compared to the agonizing feeling of being ignored, of not being able to meet his gaze.

“You couldn’t speak when you had the chance, and now that you’re silenced, you suddenly have so much to say?”

His voice, a low murmur against her ear, was laced with disgust and unresolved anger.

If only she could see him, look into his eyes. Maybe then, she could convey the turmoil in her heart, understand what he wanted from her, what she wanted from him.

“Uh, huhh…Tr-Trit…Haaah!”