The Night of the Monsters - Chapter 18 (M)

Hugo dismissed Ian’s complaint with a curt response, tearing off his own clothes in the same impatient manner. Ian, suppressing another irritated comment, simply sighed. Though he shared Hugo’s urgency, he couldn’t help but feel he always ended up conceding something in these situations.

Even as Hugo’s fingers probed her and her clothing was ripped away, Giselle showed no reaction. Her gaze, unfocused, would only briefly meet theirs before she offered a soft, dazed smile. The sight was oddly endearing, even to Ian. He clicked his tongue in annoyance, thinking they should have done this sooner—broken her entirely, leaving her pliant and sweet like this.

But tomorrow, everything would change. Giselle would wake to the harsh reality that this wasn’t a dream. She would remember everything that had been done to her, every act her body had endured, and there would be no escape from that truth.

Hugo spread her legs wider, his cock rubbing against her slick entrance. Despite having licked her clean earlier, fresh blood trickled out again, staining her inner thighs. The sight triggered a sudden memory of their first time with her, when her insides had torn slightly, leaving their fluids mixed with blood.

Though the circumstances now were different, the same inexplicable satisfaction filled Hugo as he pressed himself against her trembling core, anticipation coursing through him.

As Hugo positioned the swollen head of his cock against her tight entrance and gradually pushed forward, her inner walls clenched and released, slowly pulling him in. The heat and resistance were more intense than usual, and he knew it wasn’t just his imagination.

“Ah…”

Even with her dulled senses, Giselle let out a faint, breathy moan, her body instinctively reacting to the repeated stimulation. Despite his efforts, Hugo couldn’t fully bury himself inside her. Her trembling walls gripped him so tightly, it felt as if her body refused to take any more.

Exhaling deeply, Hugo pulled his hips back, withdrawing his cock. The shaft was smeared with fresh blood, painting a vivid reminder of her fragility. While the physical pleasure wasn’t particularly extraordinary, the sense of satisfaction that filled him was unparalleled.

A rare smile crept onto Hugo’s otherwise stoic face, an expression so unusual it caught Ian’s attention. Ian scowled, his irritation evident.

“…Why are you smiling like that? It’s unsettling,” Ian muttered, his tone laced with annoyance.

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“I don’t exactly want to care either,” Ian replied with a sarcastic edge, though it was impossible to ignore Hugo’s grin—it practically demanded attention. Sighing, Ian began removing his own clothes, letting them fall to the floor without ceremony.

Giselle, meanwhile, blinked slowly, her dazed eyes fluttering shut. Despite her belly being filled and stretched by Hugo’s cock, all she could feel was a faint warmth radiating from within. Her stillness, almost as though she had fallen asleep, caught Hugo’s attention.

He paused his slow thrusts and called out to her, his tone teetering between irritation and disbelief.

“Master? Don’t tell me you’re falling asleep?”

“Mmnh….”

It was impossible to tell whether her faint response was intentional or reflexive, but either way, Hugo’s displeasure was evident. He clicked his tongue, his expression darkening as he cast a sideways glance at Ian.

“What the hell did you even give her?”

“…A mix of things?” Ian replied, nonchalant, though his vague answer only served to annoy Hugo further.

Hugo turned back to Giselle, leaning over her with a commanding tone.

“Wake up, Master. You can’t sleep today.”

Normally, he wouldn’t have cared if she drifted off—after all, it wouldn’t have stopped him. But tonight was different. Tonight, he intended to etch an unforgettable memory into her mind, one she could never escape.

His hands tightened around her hips, veins bulging against his skin as he gripped her with enough force to bruise. Without hesitation, Hugo began moving again, his thrusts hard and deliberate, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing sharply in the room.

Hugo’s relentless thrusts showed no mercy, forcing her tight inner walls to stretch and twist under the pressure. The lewd, wet sounds of their bodies meeting—squelch, squelch—seemed to echo louder with every motion.

At first, Giselle’s walls only clenched tightly in resistance, but gradually, they began to soften, yielding to him. Her body, despite her dulled senses, started to react with faint tremors.

Hugo held her hips firmly, while Ian gripped her arms, keeping her completely immobilized. The brothers immediately noticed the subtle changes in her movements, her muscles twitching in response to the overwhelming sensations.

As her previously closed eyelids fluttered open, her hazy, unfocused eyes revealed the depth of her dazed state.

“…It tickles…”

Her reactions were muted—neither pained nor overwhelmed by pleasure, just a faint, ambiguous response. But that didn’t matter. In fact, Hugo preferred this to her usual quick climaxes from minimal effort. This way, he could savor her longer, taking his time.

As Hugo continued his steady, forceful thrusts, Giselle’s body began to stir more actively. The ticklish sensation of arousal spread through her lower half, making her squirm in subtle discomfort. It didn’t take long for her to realize that tensing and relaxing her lower muscles brought some relief to the itch-like sensation.

Before long, she started moving her hips in rhythm with Hugo’s thrusts, her reactions growing increasingly deliberate.

The blood that initially coated their joining began to thicken, mixing with her fluids into a sticky mess that clung to their bodies.

Unspoken between the brothers was their usual arrangement: they would switch positions after Giselle climaxed three times. But tonight, it seemed that wait would be longer than usual, as Hugo showed no intention of hastening his pace. He clearly planned to drag this out, leaving Ian to stand by in simmering impatience.

Ian, who had been gently caressing Giselle’s flushed cheeks, lips, and ears, suddenly slid a hand behind her back and lifted her upper body without warning. The change in angle caused Hugo to penetrate deeper, drawing a soft, languid moan from Giselle as she instinctively arched her back.

“Does it feel good?” Ian asked, his voice smooth and coaxing.

“Mmh… yes… good…” Giselle murmured, her honest reaction making Ian smile.

Catching Ian’s subtle glance toward the edge of the bed, Hugo immediately understood his intent. Without a word, he wrapped an arm firmly around Giselle’s waist and shifted her toward the side, accommodating his brother’s silent demand. After all, there was another place to fill, and it was only fair to share.

While Hugo preferred to focus on her front, Ian was less particular; as long as he could feel Giselle’s warmth, the specifics didn’t matter.

As Hugo leaned slightly forward, positioning them at the edge of the bed, he delivered a sharp thrust that made Giselle gasp, her body jerking slightly as her hips instinctively pushed forward. She fell against him, her breath hitching as her back arched again, responding involuntarily to the deeper penetration.

Ian’s hands gripped her slender waist as he rubbed the tip of his cock along the cleft of her ass, his voice a low murmur against her ear.

“I’ll make you feel even better, Giselle. You’ve felt it here before, haven’t you?”

Pressing the head firmly against her tight entrance, he began to push inside. The taut ring of muscle tensed and then stretched to accommodate him, her body trembling as a gasp escaped her lips. Unlike her slick walls, her back entrance didn’t grip him as tightly, but the soft, smooth heat enveloping him was just as intoxicating. It felt like sliding into warm, melted cream, the sensation making his neck flush with heat.

“Filling you up… so full, inside your belly… hngh…”

As the cock was deeply inserted back and forth, Giselle’s body which had been mumbling awkwardly began to tremble. Her waist and stomach were tingling at the same time and even though she tried told back, something kept pouring out. It was hotter than her body temperature… it wasn’t blood, it was something else.

The climax that finally came wasn’t deep enough to melt but it was very long. Giselle usually had a deep-rooted sense of guilt for lusting after her disciples, so she hesitated and showed a passive appearances while mixing their bodies. She acted similarly when she made them think it was a dream and not reality, but now it was the opposite. She began to chase the pleasure by shaking her waist and kissing each other.

When the thrusts, which had been coming in offbeat, occasionally struck deep all at once, her mind went blank, and she felt breathless. Her neck and back burned, and tears welled up in her eyes. Giselle knew full well that this wasn’t a dream. Her drug-induced haze had cleared, leaving her mind sharper than ever, and she was fully aware of who she was with and what she was doing.

They were disciples she loved like a mother and an older sister. Because of that, the thought of stopping disappeared from her mind almost instantly. After all, it was because she had only taken in abandoned children and claimed to be their teacher; she was neither their real mother, nor sister, nor anything else of the sort.

One of the drugs Ian had given Giselle was, as he had always intended, designed to break down the moral principles and values she had spent her entire life building. Originally, he had planned to dismantle them slowly, like laying a foundation stone by stone. However, if it meant keeping her by his side, he was more than willing to abandon his stubbornness.

Just as the brothers had such thoughts, Giselle felt the same. As she trembled with pleasure between Hugo and Ian, a snippet of their earlier conversation flashed through her mind. Though she hadn’t paid much attention to it at the time, as her emotions swelled, she realized that the simplest and easiest way to stay with the brothers was just that.

“I want it, Hugo… inside, inside me…”

He intended to soak her insides thoroughly, even without her pleading for it. At the moment those words left her lips, Hugo felt as though he might climax and instead answered by licking Giselle’s chest. However, the whispered words that soon followed made him utter a short curse, thrust his hips forcefully, and release his excitement.

“Make… a baby… ah, ahhh!”

Giselle let out a wet moan, and, as if trying to relieve an itch, her lower body reflexively tightened and released. When her inner walls clenched tightly around him, the overwhelming pleasure that surged through her was incomparable to anything she had felt before, making her mind go blank. Near the end of her climax, Ian, who had been gritting his teeth and forcing himself into the narrow space, also reached his release. The sensations continued, separated by the thin walls of flesh, leaving Giselle gasping with a face that looked as if she might burst into tears.

Hugo, resting his forehead on her slender shoulder, spoke in a cracked voice.

“Master, don’t say things like that all of a sudden. You scared me.”

“Haah, ha, mm…”

“…Do you really want to have a baby, Giselle?”

“Yes, yes. I… I want to…”

“Hmm.”

Looking at her nodding without hesitation, Ian gave an awkward smile. It was a strange feeling. Even though he had been so adamant—insisting that it was impossible, absolutely unacceptable, and pushing to the point of forcing her to conceive—the moment she mentioned the word “baby,” he felt an urge to remove every bit of seed from her womb. Hugo was having the exact same thought. Their eyes met in midair as Hugo raised his head.

“Then we’ll have to spend every night together until you’re pregnant,” Hugo said.

“Yes, yes. Every night…”

“You have to take your medicine, too,” Ian added.

“Mm-hmm,” she agreed.

“And tell me to never go anywhere.”

“D-don’t… don’t go. You can’t go,” she stammered.

“Good. Master told me not to leave.”

It was almost laughable. He had been so angry, but just a few sweet words, uttered while she was under the influence of the drug, had melted his heart like snow.

Hugo licked his plump lips, nibbling them gently before pressing a deep, lingering kiss onto Giselle’s. Gripping her thigh, he began moving his hips slowly once more.

“Ah…”

“One more time, brother,” Ian murmured as he moved his own body, speaking briefly, as if in warning. Hugo didn’t respond, but the resonance of his own words—about spending every night together—pleased him.