The Full Moon Ceremony

“No… No.”
I struggled, but it was all in vain.
My limp arms were firmly held by him.

“Ah, hmph, hngh…!”

The man, with both my legs on his broad shoulders, buried his head.
His sharp nose pressed against my clit, and his tongue, spread out like a fan, meticulously covered the opening.

As he rolled my clit with the tip of his sharpened tongue and then sucked it with his lips, I writhed my hips at the unfamiliar sensation, and he pulled my hands and placed them on my lower abdomen, clasping them tightly.
Unable to move a muscle, my vulva was relentlessly sucked on.
The sound of his sucking, as if my vulva was wounded, was explicit.

“S-stop, huh, again, g-go, hmph…!”

Normally, he should have stopped by now.
My vision spun several times, and I even tore at the hair I could grab, but his tongue lashing did not stop.

Unable to bear it any longer, I finally burst into tears.
Only then did the man, who had paused, lift his head and ask in confusion.

“Why are you crying?”

“Sob, h-don’t, that…”

“Does it hurt.”

“Hngh, yes! It hurts!”

Quietly, the beautiful face looking down at me was wet.
Overcome with shame, I sobbed even more sorrowfully.

“Are all Destroyers like this?”

“Hngh… wh-what, sob, what are you talking about…”

“I mean, do you all say things you don’t mean?”

He muttered indifferently and then buried his head in my vulva again.
Squelch, squelch.
The sound, as if he were poking wet mud, made my face flush.

“Looking at how your passage has become, it doesn’t seem to hurt.”

He said as if spitting it out, then wiped his lips, which were dripping with my fluids, with the back of his hand and licked it.
Like a cat grooming itself.
Though his attitude was clearly teasing, I couldn’t say anything as I fumed.

The man continued the foreplay persistently even after that.
He licked my entire body as if to devour it, but he rarely took out the important thing.

“Ugh, mmm, hmph, faster…”

As the pleasure, which kept stopping just as I was about to reach the peak, gradually blurred my reason.
Like I was holding in a physiological phenomenon, the space between my legs twisted, and my lower abdomen was so tight it hurt.

As I rubbed my cheek against the man’s forearm, as if to beg him to do something, having lost my reason, he looked at me quietly, then lowered his head and bit my nipple.

Aah!
A vulgar moan escaped me.
I couldn’t believe the sound had come from my own mouth.

As I came, with my head thrown back, the man finally took off the rest of his clothes.
The man’s center was already erect as if it would burst.

“…Ah…”

It was the first time I had seen a man’s genitals so up close.

White fur, like his hair color, was faint around his testicles.
The massive shaft that rose as if it had grown from the two balls was like a baseball bat.

‘…But, the color and shape are a bit strange.’

The tip of Karvan’s glans was always red.

But, if I wasn’t mistaken now, the man’s entire c*ck was bright red.

‘What, is that?’
‘Does he have some kind of disease?’

‘Or, am I seeing things?’

I rubbed my eyes again.
No matter how I looked at it, it looked like a lump of bright red raw meat had been shaped into a c*ck.

At a glance, I thought it might be soft, so I touched it with my knee as if possessed, and then I was horrified.
It was surprisingly hard.
The veins were so bumpy that it looked like a tree root painted with red paint.

“Th-that…. why is it like that?”

“Because it’s the full moon.”

The man gestured towards the sky with his chin.

‘…What, does that have to do with the moon?’
I looked up at the full moon with a stunned expression.
The romantic light, which had been like the emerald sea of the Mediterranean until just a moment ago, now looked like a blue wave that would drift me away and swallow me.

“S-so, it changed like that because of the full moon? Th-there?”

“Is this the first time you’ve seen it?”

“Where else would I see something like this!”

I was horrified and pushed at the man’s abdomen.

It’s common in popular media for werewolves to transform under the full moon, but I had never heard of only the c*ck transforming.

The tip of the bright red, erect glans was so pointed that I was sick of wondering what it was trying to pierce as it bobbed.
It seemed to have gotten thicker and bigger than before.
My breath caught.

“I-I, can’t. Th-that kind of… hak!”

As I was trying to get up, swaying like a jellyfish, the head of his c*ck was placed on my lower abdomen.
I gasped.
It felt like being pressed down by an iron baseball bat.

“N-no, I, I don’t want to die! Hngh…”

“Who said I’d let you die?”

Karvan whispered in a rough voice.

His eyes, looking down at me, were bloodshot.
They were so red they looked like they would burst from being bloodshot.

“Take a deep breath and relax.”

“Hngh, ah, no…”

“If you don’t want to do this until sunrise, you’d better cooperate.”

He whispered, pressing the head of his c*ck against me, in a tone that I couldn’t tell if it was a threat or a soothing.

‘This, this son of a canine!’
I sobbed miserably, but I dutifully relaxed my body.
Because I didn’t want to be tormented until morning.

“Ah…! Hngh, ugh! Ah. No way, hngh, no way!”

Of course, it was all in vain.
He kept trying to align his, but it kept slipping.
Like trying to thread a mismatched thread through a needle’s eye, he would poke and miss.

“You crazy, hak, ah, it won’t go in! Never…!”

“It’s in.”

“Ah, hngh, my stomach is going to burst…!”

“Relax.”

The man’s words became fewer and fewer.
The bumpy c*ck scraped against my inner walls and pushed its head in.

“…Ah, mmm, sob…”

My words also disappeared.
I just groaned, biting the man’s shoulder like a speechless beast.

“Hngh…!”

Thrust, after a long while, my eyes rolled back at the successful penetration.
I gasped for breath at the feeling of my pelvis being pulled apart.
Ha, hah, hic, the sound of my breath catching was like a flute.

The man praised me silently.
Like praising me for swallowing a bitter medicine well, he gently patted my lower abdomen and rubbed his lips against my thighs.

After securing the space like that for a long time, he hugged me tightly and finally started the f*cking.

Squelch, squelch.
The sound, as if he were slapping wet mud with his palms, echoed in the forest.
Impaled by the man, I was pounded relentlessly.

“Hngh, huh, ugh…!”

Every time my body was pushed, I was twisted into a mess and trembled as if being exorcised.
The upside-down trees blurred into two, then three.

“Ah, hngh, hmph…”

My wide-open legs fluttered like a note pinned to a corkboard.
The man’s abdomen, marked with ominous lines, was wet and glistening.

“Bite. You’ll hurt your tongue.”

Was it a relief?
Unlike in the prison, Karvan had his reason.

He would let me bite the back of his hand to prevent me from biting my tongue, which was peeking out like a clam, and when my sobs grew louder, he would bite my imprint vein to incite pleasure.
He didn’t forget to diligently suck on the protruding nub.

When I cried, saying it would tear, my stomach would burst, he would always reply, ‘It’s fine, you’re okay.’

“Ah, hwaaah, ang, hak…!”

On the contrary, I was the beast.
Thrust, thrust.
Unable to endure the pounding f*cking, I arched my back and wailed.
My lower abdomen, with its bulging contours, felt like someone else’s.

“Hngh, wh-when, are you, going to, cum…”

The man was terribly slow to finish.

The position of the moon I was looking up at seemed to have changed noticeably, but he didn’t cum once even after I had come several times.

“I-if this, continues, hngh, I’m, going to, d-die, hic, die…!”

“You won’t die. Come here.”

Terrified by the continuous orgasms, I would try to run away by pushing the ground with my heels, but he would pull me and press me tightly against his lower body.

But he didn’t let me feel pain either.
When my breath was about to catch and my eyes were about to roll back, he would stop immediately.

“Take a deep breath.”

He would hold me and pat my back, waiting for me.
Even though he would just thrust into me again once I calmed down, it felt like I was watching a four-legged beast being polite and handing over its business card.

“It’s fine! Don’t stop! I don’t need any consideration! Just, hurry up, cum, hmph, and finish it…!”

“……”

“Hngh! Are you listening? Hey, you beast…!”

No matter how angry I got, the man didn’t even pretend to listen.

Like he was accepting the tantrum of a female who had become sensitive during her mating season, he just silently soothed me and bit and sucked me.

He would lick my swollen labia from the friction heat to reduce the swelling, and suck and heal the scratches he had made with his own claws.

And with my healed body, he would start again.

“Ugh, ang, hngh…!”

As the man said, this was copulation.
It was no different from the mating of beasts.

The fierce sound of flesh hitting flesh.
Only the male’s intermittent breaths and the female’s shrieking whimpers.

What was ridiculous was that I was getting extremely turned on by this barbaric act.

Like a tip that you receive with your hand outstretched while saying you don’t need it, my mouth was saying no, you can’t, but my body was dutifully accepting and squeezing the man’s c*ck.

The squelching thrusts became more and more persistent and primitive.
Hngh, hngh.
My chest, which I had weakly propped myself up on, was full of claw marks.
If my claws had been as sharp as the man’s, he would have been covered in blood.

The man, as if in response to the hand on his chest, bit my nipple and slowly continued to mate.

“Ah, mmm, hmph…”

It should have hurt as he gently scraped my areola with his sharp teeth and sucked on it, but my hips would buck every time he sucked.
There was no way this quick-witted, beast-like man wouldn’t know that.

He gathered my breasts together, put them in his mouth, and mumbled.
As if a ghost who had died without ever being able to suckle had possessed him.
Someone was being crushed under his huge body like a pancake under a board, but he was happily sucking on my breasts.

“Hmph, stop! Stop… it’ll disappear!”

Thinking my nipples would wear away at this rate, I pushed him away with all my might, and he meekly pulled back.

Thinking he would finally let me go, I was about to let out a sigh of relief, but he flipped me over and just lifted my buttocks up.

“Ah, n-no, haak…!”

Trembling, I tried to crawl forward, but the man pressed down on my back and mounted me.

My breath caught at the pillar that suddenly pierced me from behind.
Cook, as it poked somewhere, my eyes rolled back.