The Ugly Love of Monster Girls-Chapter 54: Doll

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In a room that had surrendered all solace, pale yellow walls sagged, barren of much, if any furnishing.

A punching bag hung gutted in the corner, bleeding cotton onto the floor. Rock posters clung half-ripped, with a flooring that creaked with every step. Claw scratches crisscrossed every surface.

Plap~ plap~

From the centre of the room came a noise: wet, vulgar, and obscene.

Each beat landed heavily, echoing past the thin walls and announcing its presence for anyone who cared to listen.

-plap, plap, plap~

The sound steadily grew louder, pounding in a rhythm that etched itself into the very air. Layered over it came the hellish groans, and beneath that loud cacophony, trailing faintly, was another voice.

A sound like a groan reduced to a wheeze, coming out in ragged bursts. Together they tangled into something unbearable, something that made the room feel smaller, tighter, painful. Raw.

I was in Wryn’s home.

“W-wryn wai-”

My voice broke, cut short by a jagged groan tearing out of my throat.

Wryn was above me, her body like a goddess chiselled from marble, yet one marred by scratches.

Her black hair spilling over her shoulders, strands clinging to her sweat-slicked body, mouth slightly parted, droplets of sweat sliding down her heavy chest, her arms, dripping onto my skin below.

She was completely naked, bouncing above me up and down, with each thrust followed by a forceful push that sent tremors through my spine.

Her mouth parted slightly, breath coming in short, controlled bursts, as her red and pale gaze locked onto mine. Her wolf ears twitching with every movement, tail swaying with every beat of our flesh clashing.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

My body ached, pinned beneath her, as my legs were pushed up, her hands gripping my thighs with bruising force, folding me into a position that left me exposed to her vices.

She held me there with her overwhelming strength, body pressing down, her thick, plump hips thrusting into me like a piledriver as she moaned like a dying beast.

“Ungrh! Ungrh!-”

I realized, through the haze, pain and exhaustion, what this was. She had me in a mating press. A reverse mating press.

Her rhythm grew fiercer, tongue lolling out now, her pupils shooting upwards as she was nearing her edge. Under the pain, my eyes shot down, wincing, landing on her pussy that tightly wounded my abused dick.

It was smeared in blood.

It was her first time, her virginity. I’d taken it, or rather she’d taken mine, my first time. My own virginity, torn away, not even giving me a choice in that equation.

I mustered what little will I had left, my hands shaking as I pushed against her, fingers slipping against her sweat-slicked skin. Tears streamed down my face, of exhaustion and pain.

“Wryn, please,” I rasped, barely audible over the sound of our slapping meat. “Stop… I can’t-”

“S-shut up.”

Her voice cut through, not as sharp as before, but deep enough to carry her intent. Her head dove down before I could finish.

Her lips crashed into mine, rough, demanding, stealing both my words and breath. Then her tongue thrashed, poking its way through my lips, unfettered, swallowing my mouth whole.

She wrestled down my own tongue, dominating it, as if it were toying with a little prey.

I couldn’t help but groan into her mouth, the sound muffled, my body trembling under the onslaught. And with that sound, curvy hips pressed flush against mine, grinding sideways, slowly, like she’d been looking to lock it into the perfect spot.

Her pussy quivered around me, a sudden, tight pulse that sent a shock through my core. Her hips shook, resuming to thrust harder, the motion amplifying the wet, obscene sounds that filled the room.

Her tongue rolled one final time in my mouth, possessively, before she parted her lips with a long, heady groan, her heated panting brushing against my face.

“Nngh…” she moaned, loud, low, her hips locking tight with mine, her body pinning me to the creaking floor as her wolf ears flicked faster, her black tail lashing.

“Wryn,” I gasped, begging with a ragged tone, as I felt myself teetering on the edge of a climax, my body shaking, ready to give in any second. “P-pull out, please. Pull out!”

My hands clawed weakly at her, trying to shift her, to break free, my body manoeuvring every little motion it could muster while getting crushed under her weight.

She ignored it. Her grip tightened, fingers digging into my thighs, forcing my legs higher, pressing me deeper into the floor.

I felt it then, my own release, unstoppable, my seed spilling pump by pump, deep into her womb, our bodies shuddering together in a shared, overwhelming orgasm.

Her pussy clenched, milking everything I had to offer, our hips still locked as she continued grinding, ensuring not to let go of a single drop.

We heaved in the aftermath, our breaths filling the small, claw-scarred room. Wryn’s weight stayed on me; her skin, slick with sweat, landed on me. Chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. Her tail went limp for the first time in a while, draped across the wooden flooring.

My own breath came in shallow gasps, my body aching, bruised, exhausted, my legs still pinned under her grip. The air felt thick, heavy with the scent of sweat and the heady musk of our deed.

Then it hit me, the weight of it all crashing down like a collapsing wall. I had cum in her. Deep inside her. My mind reeled, a cold dread pooling in my gut. That she… she could be pregnant.

The thought festered in my mind like an open wound, the notion that she could be carrying my child. Our child.

One I had no control over.

Either its fate. Or mine.

My heart pounded, my vision blurring as the reality sank in, heavy and inescapable. I could just hope that it would never come to that.

Wryn’s liddled eyes finally regained their focus, her gaze travelling to the spot that started it all, where Kael had left her hickey. Her hand moved, fingers tracing the skin, tilting her head as if she were studying it.

“This,” she said, pressing her thumb against the mark, “should be enough repayment.”

Her eyes met mine, and a smirk - one she’d clearly been fighting, finally broke free, curling her lips with unspoken triumph.

“And now, you’re going to be the father of our litter.”

Her words landed like a blow. Her grip on my thighs slackened, her body shifting as she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around my frame in a sudden, unexpected embrace.

It was softer, almost affectionate.

She nuzzled into my neck, her breath hot, her lips grazing the hickey she’d left. Then, a soft bite, gentle but sharp enough to make me flinch, a small gasp escaping my lips.

“Our litter.”

She repeated, her voice quieter now, almost giddy, as if the words weren’t directed towards me, but rather to relish on the idea. An uncharacteristic giggle soon slipped out, light and girlish, one that suited a young woman her age.

“Our litter.”

~~~ 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

The day came to pass, dragging sunlight through the cracks of the shutters like it was mocking me. I would have sold my soul to believe yesterday was just a nightmare. A fleeting blur my mind had conjured in the dark.

But the truth clung to me with every sting of my wounds. My body was a map of proof, covered in bites, claw marks, red welts painted across skin that once felt like mine.

I tried. I did everything I could to cover it, to hide the evidence beneath cloth, but only a fool would be blind to the signs.

I pushed myself up from the bed, every muscle dragging like a sack of sand. My body felt like a cavity, hollowed, and the air that filled it only seemed to remind me how empty I was.

And then, her weight pressed into my back. Warm, steady, the softness of her big chest familiar in the worst way. A kiss landed on my cheek, soft, almost tender, the kind you’d expect from a lover.

Her arm coiled around me, fingers creeping across my chest, groping, sliding over my ribs, my sides, claiming me as hers.

“Ready for the academy?” she whispered against my ear, her breath warm, her tone far too casual for the wreck she’d left me in.

Darkness swelled inside my head. I wanted to say no. To run, to disappear, to never set foot in that damned place again. To leave it all behind. To leave her. To vanish into some place where none of this could ever reach me.

But I couldn’t. I needed the money. I needed to take care of Nora. Of Cassandra. Of-

My thoughts broke apart as her lips dug into me. Demanding. Heady. Her desire bore me down until my spine met the mattress again, her body melting into mine, smothering me in heat and pressure until I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t think.

Her lips dragged away from mine, just enough for her breath to ghost against my skin.

“You don’t need to think,” she whispered, velvet lining into her tone. “I’ll do the thinking for you.”

And I sank.

The fight inside me gave way, crumbling like rotted wood under her dominance. I let myself fall deeper, further into that moment: not by choice, but by the despair rooted like a thorn in my soul.

Like a doll with its strings cut, limp and useless, I could only let her move me as she pleased.

Her hands were already there, unfastening the clothes I had just put on, button by button, slipping away like my fleeting will.

She was going to use me again.

And I just let her.