The Night of the Monsters - Chapter 4 (M)

“Wha… ahh!”

The reply didn’t come from Hugo but from Ian, who was still pressed against her. Before she could ask what he meant, Ian ran his hand over her thoroughly soaked perineum and slid a finger into the tight folds within. A chilling sensation, as though every fine hair on her body stood on end, crept up her spine.

“It’s too tight to put it in right away. Even a single finger barely fits,” Ian remarked calmly.

“I-Ian…?” Giselle’s voice trembled.

“Don’t worry, Master,” Ian reassured her, his tone disturbingly gentle. “The back is delicate, so I’ll take my time loosening it up. But for today, let’s try fitting another one in here.”

“…”

Even in her disoriented state, there was no mistaking the meaning behind their actions and words. Something was undeniably wrong. These weren’t the Hugo and Ian she knew.

Just as Giselle twisted her body in fear, her face pale with dread, everything spun. Her thighs were spread wide in an instant, and before she could even register what was happening, her back hit the ground. No longer kneeling, she was now lying flat, her arms pulled forward as Ian drew her into his embrace.

The heat from their joined bodies intensified, with the connection between them separating and rejoining slightly with each movement. Ian shifted his position, lifting her body along with his.

“Ah!” she cried out, her voice sharp with a mix of surprise and helplessness.

A sharp cry escaped Giselle’s lips. Ian supported her back and hips, preventing her from falling, but the sensation of his length pressing deep inside, reaching places it had no right to, overwhelmed her. Instinctively, Giselle’s flailing hands wrapped around Ian, clinging to him for stability. Her chest and thighs were pressed tightly against his firm body, the sight of her yielding form causing Hugo’s gaze to darken further with intensity.

“Get in there already,” Hugo commanded, his voice thick with impatience.

Ian seemed as though he would grab her by the throat if he dared delay any longer. Not that Ian had the composure to take his time either. With every step he took, Giselle’s body swayed, and white froth dripped from their union. All Giselle could do was cling to Ian desperately, her strength too far gone to resist or protest.

The moment they entered the room, Ian climbed directly onto the bed, still holding her close. Take it out… please, let me go… Her soft, tearful pleas escaped in trembling whispers.

Ignoring her, Hugo followed, climbing onto the bed alongside them.

Pressing his body firmly against her back, Hugo wet his fingers with the slick fluids she had released like water. He gently rubbed the trembling entrance of her rear, sending a foreign and unfamiliar sensation through her. Unable to adjust to the strange intrusion, Giselle curled her toes and buried her face into Ian’s chest, her breaths breaking into soft, shuddering cries.

“Hnngh… Hah…”

Hugo’s teasing fingers slid downward, grazing her trembling skin. When he began pressing against her entrance, already stretched taut around Ian to its limit, trying to push inside, Giselle shook her head frantically.

“No, Hugo. Stop…”

“All you ever say is ‘no,’ Master,” he replied with a mocking tone. “Do I need to remind you of what I said earlier?”

Hugo’s pointed remark about her improper behavior brought tears to Giselle’s clouded eyes. She couldn’t help but believe that this situation wasn’t real—because neither Hugo nor Ian had ever spoken harshly to her or laid a hand on her unprompted.

Her mind clung desperately to the idea that this was nothing more than a dream or illusion born of her guilt. Just as her brothers had wanted her to think.

‘…This isn’t real. It’s all… fake.’

Giselle’s clouded reasoning finally chose to shut everything out. Her once-tense body relaxed, surrendering completely. As her entrance, slick with fluids, softened further, the fingers teasing the threshold slipped inside with ease.

Tears streamed down her face as she whispered, her voice trembling,

“F-feels good… This… feels good…”

“…That’s right, Master. You should admit it feels good. Your pussy keeps dripping, and those lewd moans coming from your mouth are so arousing. Of course, it feels good.”

“Ah, aaaahhh!”

The fingers probing inside spread her inner walls wide. The sensation wasn’t overwhelmingly intense at first, but the thought that she no longer had to hold back drew a sweet, breathless cry from her lips. Her tiny toes curled tightly against the sheets.

Giselle’s convulsing inner walls hungrily swallowed Ian’s shaft and Hugo’s fingers. As she loosened further, Hugo inserted another finger, curling them like hooks to create more space. While using his tongue could have softened her more quickly, he refrained—he had no desire to put his mouth where his brother’s cock was buried.

Giselle’s vision blurred so much that even Ian’s face, right before her, appeared hazy. All she could do was pant helplessly. Her entire lower body throbbed, and the pulsing deep in her abdomen beat like a relentless drum. One climax rolled into another, and then another, until her mind was utterly overwhelmed, leaving her incapable of thinking.

Hugo had tried to be patient, carefully preparing her given that it was her first time. But even he had his limits. Pulling his fingers free, he ran his tongue slowly along her delicate, flower-stem-like back and gripped her hips firmly.

“You’re already thinking of putting it in?” Ian asked, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and restraint.

Ian’s question hung unanswered as Hugo ignored him completely. Giselle had always been dulled to pain, even the first time they had taken her. Intoxicated and stripped of reason, she hadn’t even been fully prepared when they forced themselves inside. Despite the tearing of her muscles and the bleeding from wounded tissues, she had gasped and moaned in pleasure, more wanton than any seductress.

Hugo, now pressed entirely against her soft, trembling body, positioned the tip of his length against the gap he had created with his fingers. He pushed the head firmly against the opening, eliciting sharp intakes of breath from both Giselle and Ian—for entirely different reasons.

Teasingly, Hugo rubbed his shaft against her, like dipping his toes in a stream, before thrusting in all at once.

“Ahh, uh…!” Giselle cried out, her voice a mix of pain and involuntary pleasure.

“Tsk,” Hugo grunted, his teeth clenched as he buried himself deeper.

The burning flesh curled up along with his penis. The tight inner walls spasmed and gaped open. Ian let out a short curse as his juices gushed out and he tightened faster than his expanding bulk, and his hips instinctively bucked wildly. Giselle’s body jerked with him, and Hugo, who was halfway in, plunged his tip in one swift thrust.

“Ugh…!”

“…Master, look. It’s all in.”

“Ah, uh… my, my stomach…”

“It’s fine, Giselle.”

“It’s… it’s too big… I’m going to… break…”

It felt as if a giant snake had swallowed half her body. Giselle was so terrified that she couldn’t even bring herself to look down. Yet, every time her body trembled and flinched, an unfamiliar pleasure surged through her, tightening her stomach and rippling along her lower back and perineum, shaking her mind in ways she had never experienced before. And that was just from it being inside.

Giselle was terrified of the overwhelming pleasure that she couldn’t control. Even if it were a dream or a fantasy, not reality, she instinctively felt that once she gave in to it, there would be no turning back.

Bursting into tears, Giselle twisted her body desperately. However, Hugo and Ian had no intention of letting her go so easily, and the more she moved, the more the sensations within intensified, leaving her dizzy and disoriented. At some point, Giselle found herself letting out soft, nasal moans, her hips lifting involuntarily.

“Ah, ngh, ah… huh… ahhh…”

“Seems like you’re enjoying it, Master. Moving your hips all on your own.”

“Giselle always liked it rough, didn’t you?”

The brothers, with the slender woman’s body between them, were desperately suppressing their desires. It wasn’t out of consideration for each other, nor was it for Giselle, who was experiencing taking two for the first time.

They were waiting—waiting for the moment when she, unable to be satisfied by shallow pleasure, would break down in tears and beg them for more.

Giselle, her thighs tensing as she moved her body, gasped for air, her expression clearly showing that it wasn’t enough.

“More… more…”

“Yes, Giselle. More of what?”

“Faster… please…”

“Do you want us to move faster?”

Ian and Hugo took turns speaking, their voices low and breathy. Giselle, unable to even discern who was saying what, simply nodded her head.

And then, without needing further prompting, they thrust their hips upward in unison.

“Ahhhng!”

An overwhelming wave of pleasure, starting from the deepest part of her core, rippled through her entire body. From her stretched entrance, as if it had swallowed a fist, a gush of fluid poured out. Soon, as new layers of ecstasy piled atop the already consuming pleasure, Giselle couldn’t help but cry out in delirious moans.

“Huhk! Ah, ah! Hht, ahng!”

Her delicate body swayed in rhythm with their intense movements. Each time her silvery hair scattered messily, it resembled petals drifting apart. When her erect nipples and swollen clitoris brushed against Ian’s body, a sensation so overwhelming that it blurred the line between pain and pleasure flooded her mind, leaving her breathless.

Hugo and Ian moved their hips as if competing with one another. The once staggered thrusts of their shafts occasionally aligned, striking deep within her simultaneously.

Her inner walls clenched tightly, yet the opening stretched impossibly wide. One might expect pain, but instead, every time her tender flesh was pulled out and drawn back in, it brought nothing but an overwhelming wave of pleasure.

When Ian sucked on Giselle’s lips, Hugo left marks along her back and neck. Giselle, like someone completely lost, cried and whimpered desperately. As their tangled tongues parted, a wet moan escaped her lips.

“Ah, haaang, so good, so… ah, ahhh!”

“Cry, Giselle. Let yourself become someone who can only feel this way with us.”

It was a low, menacing voice, like the growl of a beast whose territory had been invaded. Ian, who was endlessly gentle and cherished Giselle more than anyone, spoke words that etched themselves into her mind like an incantation. By then, all sense of reality had long vanished.

Hugo, thrusting as if to crush against her cervix, was the first to bury his face in the nape of her neck and drive himself forward with all his might. Giselle’s eyes widened, her body freezing in place. Ian, too, shattered the last remnants of her reason as he plunged his shaft back inside in one swift, deep motion.

Tears streamed down from her clouded eyes. Unable to make a sound, Giselle’s lips quivered silently as her insides clenched and released in rapid, uncontrollable spasms. Her abdomen filled with thick, viscous seed, and without realizing it, she clawed at Ian’s back with her nails, letting out a wailing cry.

The pleasure had gone beyond its peak, tipping into the realm of fear. The relentless thrusting of the shafts inside her and the overwhelming amount of hot fluid pouring into her made her feel as if her stomach might burst. She couldn’t take it anymore. Giselle sobbed, shaking her head desperately, but the brothers, as if still unsatisfied, ravaged her already ruined depths once more.

“Huhhk! Ah, s-stop… I’m scared… scared… hngh, no… ahhhng!”

“Liar, Master. You say you don’t want it, but why is your body still sucking us in?”

It wasn’t something she did intentionally. Her body moved on its own, betraying her will. Everywhere their hands touched burned so intensely that it brought tears to her eyes. The desperate rubbing of her nipples and clitoris, the dripping wetness—it wasn’t what Giselle wanted.

“N-no, I… ah!”

Even as she stammered her protests, her melting expression told another story. She couldn’t reject them—she shouldn’t. Ian harshly captured her lips, immediately plunging his tongue into her mouth. As her limp tongue instinctively sucked him in, the hands clawing at his back shifted to pull him closer around his neck.

Her mind, teetering between an unknown fear and overwhelming ecstasy, eventually tipped fully toward desire.

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