Breeding Instinct - Chapter 2: Crescent Moon (3) (M)

Without hesitation, Kanna obeyed, raising her hips as instructed. It wasn’t until she processed her position—exposed and vulnerable—that a wave of shame washed over her. Her body trembled with humiliation, but she knew she couldn’t disobey his command.

Damian slipped his hand beneath her raised hips, spreading her thighs wider. The new position felt even more compromising, and Kanna could only press her upper body flat against the bed, her head turned to the side, eyes darting nervously.

He studied her intently, like a sculptor perfecting a masterpiece—adjusting the angle of her hips, the spread of her legs, and the graceful arch of her back.

“From now on, when I tell you to lie down, this is the position you’ll assume,” he said calmly, his voice low and firm. “Legs spread wide, and keep your hips lifted high.”

“Y-yes…”

Though her view was partially obstructed by her lifted skirt, Kanna knew exactly what position she was in. Holding her breath, she focused on maintaining it, her body tense and trembling. Suddenly, a gentle hand stroked one side of her exposed bottom. The touch felt almost like praise, and for a brief moment, she found herself relaxing just a little.

Chuup.

A hot, rough tongue began to explore her most sensitive places, moving with unsettling precision, like a living creature with a will of its own. The sensation made her hips quiver involuntarily, her body betraying her as waves of pleasure rolled through her.

Clenching her fists tightly, Kanna brought her hands to her mouth, trying to stifle the sounds threatening to escape.

Damian couldn’t tear his eyes away from the fully exposed, glistening vagina before him. His gaze lingered obsessively on the spot, his tongue moving with slow, deliberate intent, savoring every reaction.

Drip, drip. Her arousal fell onto the bedding below, leaving dark stains on the sheets—an indecently enticing sight.

His tongue probed deeper, exploring her inner walls while the intoxicating scent of her pheromones filled his nostrils. He inhaled deeply, allowing the sweet, primal aroma to consume him entirely, his body responding with an uncontrollable hunger.

Among humans, there were rare individuals who possessed pheromones, most of whom exuded a potent sexual allure. These people often attracted others without even trying—women who desired them and men who looked upon them with admiration or envy.

Damian had encountered many such individuals before, each one reacting to him in different ways. But none intrigued him quite like Kanna.

“Hmm.”

Even without his tongue touching her, her entrance fluttered, opening and closing as though silently begging for something more. Amused by the sight, Damian slid a finger in without hesitation.

“Hngh!” Kanna gasped, her body jolting at the sudden intrusion.

“Shh…”

Her entrance was already wet and loosened from his earlier ministrations, allowing his second finger to slide in effortlessly. Deliberately, Damian moved his fingers in slow, circular motions, creating obscene wet sounds that echoed in the quiet room.

Curling his fingertips, he dragged them along her inner walls before pulling out with a teasing scrape, eliciting another wave of trembling from her body. Each time, Kanna’s hips collapsed downward, only to rise again as she struggled to maintain her position.

Amused by her stubborn attempt to obey him, Damian found her all the more endearing. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to one of her flushed cheeks before pulling away with a faint smack.

“Mm…”

Every touch, no matter how light, sent jolts of sensation through Kanna’s hypersensitive body. Even Damian’s playful teasing was enough to make her leak uncontrollably. Meanwhile, the rich, earthy scent surrounding her—like a dense forest after the rain—grew thicker and more oppressive, enveloping her entirely. It was suffocating, almost alive, as if it sought to consume her completely.

“Haaah…” she moaned softly, her voice trembling with overstimulation.

Schlk, schlk, plap. The obscene sound of wetness echoed through the room. Just hearing it made Kanna’s mind spin, the realization that it was coming from her own body driving her to the brink of madness.

“Ha… You’ve already taken four.”

Kanna instinctively clenched around him when she felt his teeth sink lightly into the soft flesh of her buttock.

“You must like getting your ass bitten,” Damian teased with a low chuckle.

She wanted to deny it, to shake her head and protest, but her mind was too clouded. All that escaped her parted lips were breathless moans.

Her once-pristine skin was now covered with flushed marks, signs of his playful yet relentless bites. He sank his teeth into her plump flesh again, gently chewing as though savoring it.

Caught up in the addictive softness of her body, Damian slipped four fingers inside her at once, thrusting deep and tapping against her inner walls with precise force.

“Aaahhh!”

Having already pinpointed the exact spot that sent Kanna spiraling into ecstasy, Damian expertly guided her toward another climax. His own restraint was at its limit. Even after releasing three times, his cock throbbed painfully, swollen and impossibly hard.

Wrapping his hand around it, he withdrew his fingers from her dripping entrance. The flood of her arousal, previously blocked by his fingers, trickled out in a steady stream.

Damian licked the glistening liquid off his wrist, savoring her taste as he positioned himself. Aligning the head of his length with her twitching, open entrance, he gently stroked her arched back, calming her tense body before driving himself deep in one powerful thrust.

“…Ah, ahhh!”

The sensation of something hot and unyielding invading deep inside her made Kanna throw her head back and sob softly.

“Hngh… ahhh…”

“Hah,” Damian exhaled, savoring the feeling.

Despite the time he had taken to loosen her up, her tight walls still clamped down around his cock, stretching barely enough to take him in. Her entrance wrapped snugly around the base, swallowing him entirely.

He traced slow circles with his fingers around her stuffed entrance, feeling how her inner muscles clenched almost violently, as though trying to trap and squeeze him until he burst.

“Hmm…”

Damian’s hand slid down to her lower abdomen, his fingers pressing and exploring the soft, flat skin. His grin widened, teeth flashing, as he felt the distinct bulge beneath her flesh—his cock pressing from deep inside her.

He pressed his fingertip firmly against the spot, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp.

“This is how far my cock reaches,” he said with a low, commanding voice. “Remember it well.”

“Y-yes…”

Damian’s exhilaration only grew at the sound of her breathless, trembling voice. Uncharacteristically, a soft chuckle escaped his lips as he slowly pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained, the swollen head catching at her entrance. Then, with a powerful thrust, he slammed back in, his hips colliding with hers with a loud thud.

The force drove straight into her deepest spot, and Kanna instinctively tried to crawl forward, her body seeking escape from the overwhelming sensation.

Smack! His palm landed hard on her exposed bottom, the sharp sound echoing through the room. This time, the slap wasn’t just loud—it stung so intensely that tears welled in her eyes.

“I believe this is the third time I’m saying this,” Damian said in a dangerously calm tone. “What did I tell you?”

“D-don’t… run… ahh…,” Kanna tried to respond, but her words broke apart as Damian relentlessly pounded into her, each thrust hitting deep and precise. The overwhelming pleasure made it impossible for her to finish her sentence properly. All she could do was clutch the sheets tightly, her mind spinning as she surrendered to the intense sensations flooding her body.

“Hah… next time, I’ll use a cane,” he warned, his voice low and threatening.

“Y-yes… yes… ahhh…” Kanna stammered, her response barely coherent through her moans.

Sweat soaked his body, clinging to his skin and making the damp fabric feel suffocating. Growing irritated, Damian roughly tore off his shirt, tossing it aside before stripping off his pants and letting them fall to the floor beside the bed. Now completely free, his sculpted body gleamed in the dim light, every movement exuding raw strength and control.

Damian gripped her clothes and tore them apart with little effort. The fabric split cleanly, revealing her pale back. Her thin frame, with bones faintly visible beneath her skin, only made him tighten his embrace. His hands moved to her swaying chest, firmly cupping her breasts.

“Hngh…” Kanna whimpered at his rough touch.

He pinched her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, twisting them just enough to elicit a sharp response. The movement caused her inner muscles to clench violently, sending a ripple through her body that he could feel deep inside.

The soft, bouncing sensation beneath his palms made his mouth dry with desire, his golden eyes darkening further as he continued to toy with her sensitive flesh.

Damian’s lips closed around her delicate skin, sucking hard before biting gently, leaving marks that bloomed across her flesh. All the while, his hips moved with relentless force—sharp thrusts followed by slow, grinding circles that made Kanna’s body collapse beneath him again and again.

He pulled her back roughly each time, refusing to let her escape, plunging deep into her without pause. Consumed by a fierce possessiveness, his mind was clouded by the primal need to claim her fully.

His gaze locked onto her bouncing orange hair, the vibrant strands swaying with every thrust, captivating him in a way nothing else could.

“Ahhh!”

As Damian adjusted his angle and pressed against a particularly sensitive spot inside her, Kanna’s body convulsed violently, overwhelmed by an intense, spine-chilling climax. She couldn’t hold on any longer, her body collapsing beneath him, trembling uncontrollably.

But Damian didn’t stop. Following her down, he maintained his relentless pace, his hips slamming into hers without mercy. The wet, obscene sound of their bodies meeting grew louder, faster—like a child splashing wildly in water.

“Ugh… hngh…!”

Reaching his own peak, Damian wrapped his arms tightly around her, pressing his full weight into her trembling body as he released deep inside her. The rush of pleasure was far more satisfying than when he had spilled into her throat earlier—this was primal, raw, and complete.

He let out a deep, guttural groan, savoring the heat and tightness that surrounded him as his body shuddered with each pulse of release.

Fully buried inside her, Damian focused on the wild thudding of their hearts—two rhythms beating together, perfectly synchronized, as if in harmony.

“Hah… Kanna…” he whispered, his voice tinged with a rare softness.

Completely satisfied, he gently turned her face toward him. Her tear-soaked orange lashes fluttered slightly, though she remained still, her breathing calm and steady in her slumber.

For a moment, he silently gazed at her peaceful face, then leaned in, carefully pressing his lips to hers. Her warm breath slipped shyly into his mouth, a soft reminder of her vulnerability.

The kiss was light, a mere brush of lips. Then, with deliberate tenderness, he trailed upward, planting a delicate kiss on her eyelid.

It was a late, hesitant gesture—one that felt more like an offering, a confession wrapped in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

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