The Night of the Monsters - Chapter 3 (M)

Tilting her head slightly, she took the thickest part of his length into her mouth. Her brows furrowed in discomfort, but she made no move to pull away, her body acting on instinct rather than conscious thought.

Hugo stiffened as he watched the tiny lips move desperately. Ian, who’d been watching the potion work next to him, knelt between Giselle’s legs. Her pussy was already sticky wet and sweetly scented. He ran his fingers over her stained underwear and Giselle gulped.

“Hmph!”

“Ugh!”

She wasn’t the only one who was surprised by the sudden stimulation. Her already narrow mouth tightened and her teeth touched. Hugo, who had his face furiously crumpled, hit Ian with his foot. He completely ignored his brother and took off Giselle’s underwear. The sight of her love juice flowing like a thread was also lewd.

“Did sucking cock make you horny, Giselle? You’re so wet.”

He pressed his finger firmly against her swollen clit, and her tightly closed hole clenched and leaked a small stream of juices. Ian slid his finger into her vaginal opening without warning, spreading the mucus. The loosened flesh clenched hungrily, as if welcoming his penetration.

One finger, then two, then three. Her mouth and bottom were filled, and she continued to thrust in and out. It wasn’t long before the penis, which had come in just enough for her to swallow, was lodged deep in her throat and writhing.

Soon, something hot and hard poured into her mouth. Panting with a terrible thirst, Giselle instinctively swallowed it down. It tasted familiar.

Hugo exhaled softly and stroked Giselle’s hair as he released the pent-up excitement.

“That’s the first time I’ve ever seen you swallow a whole cock while awake. Was your throat that dry?”

Hugo pulled out of her after he’d finished ejaculating. Giselle coughed with tears in her eyes, but she had already swallowed all the cum.

Her vision, which had been a blur of colors and shapes, gradually cleared. She looked back and forth between Hugo and Ian, finally regaining some sense of reality.

“What the……. Phew……. Ow!”

“I’ve told you before, I get jealous when you keep finding him like that, Giselle.”

Her back arched at the active stimulation as the fingers that had been stuck began to move wildly again. The clear juices bubbled, her face contorted in confusion, then pleasure. Hugo pinched and twisted her hardened nipple.

“Ah! N-no…! Hah! This… this kind of thing…!”

“Master indulges in us as he pleases, and you dislike it?”

Giselle, who had been flailing her arms in resistance, froze. Yes, that was it. Giselle remembered everything she had done to the brother. It was, in truth, a most satisfying reaction. Hugo took Giselle’s hand, guiding it to grasp his member.

Something sticky and hot clung to her palm. When she raised her head with a face that looked on the verge of tears, Ian slid another finger deeper below.

“Huuuhk!”

Her moans grew louder as another one slipped inside, cramped enough with three. Ian flexed his fingers to scrape away the gushing juices. Giselle’s vision flashed white as his blunt fingertips pressed hard against her inner flesh and then pulled away.

She reached her climax without making a sound.

“Ah, ah…….”

Her stretched inner walls tightened. She moved as if she were going to put all of her hand inside, and when she withdrew her fingers, a trickle of her juices dripped from her gaping vaginal opening.

Licking his lips at the gaping hole, Ian released his hold. The protruding penis almost touched his navel.

“Let me make it feel a little better, Giselle.”

“I’ll make you feel even better, Giselle.”

“N-no, I don’t want this. It’s scary, so scary…”

Her whole body was flushed, and despite already letting out sweet, shallow breaths after reaching a peak once, she resisted desperately. However, Ian was far from holding back.

“Scary? What’s scary? Is it me and my brother you’re afraid of?”

“I don’t know, I don’t understand. I don’t like this. It’s scary. Stop…”

“We wouldn’t do anything bad to Giselle. Think about it, Giselle. It wasn’t scary, it was good, right?”

Giselle was dumbfounded by the somewhat quick but soft whisper. She couldn’t do anything bad. Hugo and Ian were her students, her family. The one who did something bad was… … herself.

As that realization sank in, she felt her body trembling, yearning for even greater pleasure. Without thinking, Giselle glanced down and widened her eyes at the sight of her lower body, so drenched it had pooled beneath her.

“T-this… Is this… me?”

“Yes, Giselle. You made this happen,” Ian said. “Think about it again. It felt good, didn’t it? That’s why this happened.”

Ian’s words struck a chord, and before she knew it, she was nodding unconsciously. Yes, it couldn’t possibly feel good if it was truly frightening. It was an addictive pleasure, a heady rush that surged through her like an electric current, from the tips of her toes to the crown of her head. She found herself longing to feel that dizzying sensation again.

…But was it really okay to let herself give in?

Giselle hesitated, feeling as if she were forcing misaligned gears to turn together once more, but Ian no longer waited for her. He spread the clothes she had discarded on the floor and tugged gently on her slender wrist.

Stumbling as she descended from the chair, Giselle moved wherever Ian guided her touch. Soon, she found herself on her knees, bent forward with her hips raised high. It made her feel like a beast, stripped of any semblance of dignity.

“N-no… This is… so embarrassing…”

“Embarrassing? Is there really anything more shameful than climbing on top of your own students?”

“…!”

Tears welled up in Giselle’s wide eyes. She couldn’t believe that it was Ian, not Hugo, who had uttered those words. Ian, who was always so kind and gentle, the one who comforted and understood her.

Her elegantly curved back and trembling shoulders were visibly shaking. Ian’s face, usually composed and soft, was now distorted with excitement as a small, chilling laugh escaped his lips.

“I want all of you, Giselle.”

He whispered in a low voice as he ground his cock into her sticky pussy. She squirmed in embarrassment, but her untethered cunt was squirming and dripping with her juices.

The thick glans probed her vaginal opening like a corkscrew, then slid in at once. Giselle, dazed by the tickling pleasure, opened her mouth, unable to make a sound against the penis that was poised to penetrate her womb.

At the same time, Hugo, who had been rubbing his cock against her white cheeks, slid his own straight into the gap.

“Ugh!”

Something so large filled her mouth again, making it difficult even to breathe. The searing pleasure and heat radiating from her lower body left Giselle’s mind in complete disarray. She didn’t want to think about anything anymore.

Squish, squish. The sound of their rough collisions echoed, accompanied by the overflow of fluids from their joined bodies. Her drug-heightened sensitivity kept driving her to climax repeatedly. The convulsing walls of her inner muscles clung tightly to Ian’s length, but he held back his release, continuing to thrust his hips.

Slow, then fast—the irregular rhythm was unbearable. Even kneeling was too much for Giselle, who wavered unsteadily, her strength failing her. Watching this, Hugo spoke in a displeased tone.

“Your mouth is just sitting idle, Master.”

“Hnn, ugh…”

“Don’t use your teeth—suck with your tongue. Open your throat. After all, you’re taking it all in down there, aren’t you?”

Her jaw already ached from being forced open, and the shaft had reached so deep that even her fingers couldn’t touch the spot it pressed against. To demand she take more was an unreasonable request, yet Giselle, as if entranced, obeyed Hugo’s words. She clumsily moved her tongue, careful not to let her teeth graze him.

Her face, a mess of tears and saliva, twisted in discomfort. Despite the incomprehensible situation, her desperate attempts were utterly endearing.

Even before birth, he had been impatient, unable to wait the full term and arriving early. Despite the hardship of being born through a cut in the womb, the children who emerged were met with no love from their parents. Whatever fear had driven their indifference, the parents ignored their cries of longing as if they couldn’t even hear them.

In a place where even light barely reached, they had grown up amid violence and verbal abuse. Despite enduring such cruel treatment and being discarded like trash in the forest, they had never given up on life—an innate resilience that refused to waver.

Though they had been pushed to the brink, urged to die, they harbored no intention of obliging. They would not die—not by anyone’s hand. Even if they were to be devoured by the monsters of the forest, they would claw their way out from the beast’s belly and ensure vengeance on those who had reduced them to this state.

But on that fateful twilight night, what approached wasn’t a monster. Instead, it was a radiant woman bathed in white light. She was so sacred, so untouchable, that the thought of fleeing crossed their minds. Yet, as they hesitated, she extended her hand and spoke: Come with me.

The dark, twisted emotions inside them gradually transformed into affection and trust for Giselle. They let go of their vow for revenge—to return one day and make their tormentors feel the same pain, to ensure they suffered the anguish they had inflicted.

All they wanted now was to continue living with Giselle, free from interference, just as they had been. She had saved them—beings more monstrous than any beast in the woods, children abandoned even by their own parents. Had she not intervened, they would have perished, leaving not even a scrap of bone behind.

She had become their salvation.

“Master,” Ian called softly.

“Ah, uh…” Giselle gasped.

“Master. Master,” Ian repeated, his voice tender yet insistent.

Hugo’s rough hand repeatedly stroked Giselle’s cheek. Her face, slackened from the repeated climaxes, was filled only with the haze of pleasure. Just as Hugo was about to release himself into her small, trembling lips, he hesitated, gripping the base of his length and pulling away.

After all, he thought, they’d be sharing countless kisses soon. If he released this much, even he might find himself disgusted.

Finally freed from the confines of her mouth, Giselle dug her nails into him, pleading desperately.

“Please, no more… I beg you… Ah, aaahhh!”

Every word, every syllable Giselle uttered was laced with moans. The relentless waves of climax and pleasure narrowed her vision to a blinding white, while the heat in her core burned as if it had been set aflame.

Breathing heavily, Ian withdrew his length, leaving only the tip inside. The veins along his shaft, engorged from his heightened arousal, were coated in the slick sheen of Giselle’s fluids. He licked his dry lips, gripped her slender waist firmly, and drove himself back in, deeper than before, reaching into her very core.

“…!”

Giselle’s back arched with her eyes wide open. Even though her stomach was hot enough to melt and her senses were dull, she could feel Ian ejaculating. Her clitoris throbbed every time the semen hit her inner walls, and clear liquid poured out between her trembling thighs.

“Ah, hah… … . hmph.”

It was an overwhelming, dizzying climax unlike any she had experienced before. Giselle’s strength was utterly drained, leaving her unable to so much as lift a finger. Yet, with her upper and lower body firmly held by Hugo and Ian, she remained kneeling, unable to collapse.

As her hazy eyes fluttered open and closed a few times, Hugo spoke with a teasing smirk.

“Already tired? We haven’t even really started yet.”

“S-started…?” she stammered weakly.

“I told you, didn’t I? I want all of you, Giselle.”