A Taste of Power

“Mmm, ugh, mmm…”

At the last deep sucking sound, a silver thread stretched out and then snapped.
As if even that was a waste, he wiped it with his hand and swallowed, then sat up.

Scrape.
I peeked my head out, intrigued by the sound of a metal chair being dragged.

“Touch it yourself.”

‘Is he planning to stop for today?’
That sliver of hope was cruelly shattered by the sight of the man sitting in a chair in front of the bed.

“Wh-what?”

“Put your hand in your passage, and touch it yourself.”

“……”

“Why, can’t you do it?”

At his cold gaze, as if he would rush out to the Fox village at any moment if I said I couldn’t, I hesitantly sat on the edge of the bed and spread my legs.

Karvan sat at an angle in the chair and watched me.

‘…Ugh.’
‘I can’t do it.’
I squeezed my eyes shut.
I couldn’t understand why I was feeling so ashamed.

When I begged that vampire to let me stay in Midvalen, when I was chased by the Observer and my clothes were torn and I faced the villagers, I didn’t feel a shred of shame.

I had lived thinking that they were just pieces of data that I would never see again once I successfully logged out.
I don’t know why Karvan always, always drags me back to reality like this.

As my face flushed and I was just fiddling with my skin, the chair was pushed back again with a scrape.

“It seems there’s no point in putting on the leash.”

The man, who had strode over, grabbed my hand with an expressionless face and began to control it.

He rubbed the wings of my labia in a zigzag pattern with my fingers as if pressing piano keys, and then made me raise my middle finger and put it in the wet hole and slowly stir.

Squelch, squelch.
I heard a sound like I was poking a wet lump of clay.
Unable to resist, I explored my own vulva with my own hand, following the man’s control.
He stared straight into my eyes.

“Ah…!”

Wanting to cry, I squeezed my eyes shut, and he laid me down, folded my knees up, and then started to rub his genitals against my exposed vulva.
Without inserting, just slowly, back and forth.

“Ugh, hngh, th-that’s strange…. what are you, doing…”

The man moved his hips gently without answering.
He slowly parted the space between my labia with his bumpy glans as if sawing it.
He would press firmly against the vaginal opening as if to insert, then slip off, and he would also tap my swollen clit with the tip of his glans.

As that itchy and tantalizing sensation was repeated for several minutes, I became impatient and my body twitched.
I unconsciously raised my hips to align my hole with his c*ck, but my waist was firmly held down.
My breath became more and more ragged as the pleasure of being on the verge of coming was repeated by the sensation of him persistently digging into the crevice.

“Huh! Hah…!”

Finally, the moment the man pressed down on my clit with the tip of his glans, my vision went white.

Regardless, Karvan held me, who was limp as if I had been pulled out of the water, and began to touch my whole body as if searching it.
As if checking for scratches on a stolen item, meticulously and persistently.

I couldn’t even breathe and just accepted the man’s touch.
His sharp nails touched my lips, and then slowly came down in a line, reaching my solar plexus.

I couldn’t see what kind of expression the man who was hugging me from behind was making, but I was sure he was despising me.

“…You said you’d do anything.”

Because his voice was so cold.

Nod, nod.
As I just moved my head without a word, Karvan made me lie on my stomach on the bed.

I moved as he requested.
There was no shame or anything anymore.
As I meekly got on my knees and raised my buttocks as he ordered, his c*ck began to push in without delay.

He rubbed his lips against my shoulder blades as if brushing against them, and then covered my back with his whole body.
The strength in the arm I was barely propped up on gave out, and I just panted with my cheek on the pillow.

“Hngh…!”

I squeezed the bedsheets with my hands throughout the tight invasion.

The man liked this position.
The position where he would thrust his c*ck from behind me as I was on my stomach, and cover me, crushing me with his whole body.

‘What was it called.’
‘Like mounting, the act that dogs in heat do.’
‘Or they say they do this to establish dominance.’
‘It seems the man was trying to tame me.’

“Ah, ugh, ah…!”

I was being pounded from under a body twice my size, with only my buttocks raised.
Unable to endure it any longer, I lay flat on my stomach and endured the man as if being crushed.

Ah, ugh.
As I buried my face in the pillow and trembled, he put his hand under my chin and lifted it.

An expressionless face filled the sky.
At the same time, the pounding thrusts were overwhelming, and as I wailed, he snatched the tongue that was sticking out as if he had been waiting and sucked it.

“Ugh, mmm, oop…!”

The man’s nails, which were clutching my chin, kept touching me, which was chilling.

They weren’t usually this sharp.
It seemed he hadn’t trimmed them today because he had come straight to the bedroom.

The claws of a beast-kin are harder, longer, and sharper than steel.
That was also the reason why he always used his mouth to loosen me up.
And why he would meticulously lick my whole body during and after the act.
Because I would always get big and small scratches from the man’s claws.

‘And yet he never cuts them.’
‘Is he planning to dig out my heart with those claws someday.’
I had a chilling thought as I was being sucked on by the man.

“Deserter, in the process of being retrieved.”

Not long after I was trapped in this world, I was caught by an Observer.
They had pierced my shoulder with their long claws that reached their ankles, and were about to eat me.

The mouth that had opened wide then was as dark as pitch.

Darkness.
A space of nothingness.
The end of the world.
The ending.

I ran away, pulling my caught shoulder.
I had a hard time setting the dislocated bone back then, but I had no regrets.
At least I was alive, and I hadn’t died so meaninglessly.

“…No…”

But the memory of that day must have left a bigger trauma than I thought.
As I started to tremble unusually, the man who was mating with me paused.

“Why are you trembling like this.”

“……”

“Shinbi.”

“…Hngh, go away!”

He was about to turn my shoulder to see my face, pulling out of me, but I slapped his hand away as if having a seizure.
I tried to push away the arm that was hugging my waist, but the tightly wrapped forearm wouldn’t let me go.

“N-no…”

“……”

“I don’t want to die.”

‘I don’t want to die in a place where no one knows me, I don’t want my existence to disappear.’
I begged, cowering in fear.
I begged, looking at the sharp claws that were clutching my waist.

“Please, hngh, I, don’t kill me.”

“…If I were going to kill you, I wouldn’t have brought you here.”

“Hngh, sob…”

“Stop it now. If you don’t want to get dehydrated.”

The man, who was looking at me quietly, said bluntly and reached out his hand.
As he was about to rub my cheeks, which were dripping tears like a faucet, he paused again when he saw me turn my head away in fright.

Was it because I had recognized it that way?
Every time I saw the man’s claws, my heart would chill.
My breath would come up to my chin as if I had just finished running, and I even felt like I was going to gag.

Unable to even face it, I squeezed my eyes shut and just panted, and only then did I come to my senses at the intense gaze.

“D-don’t misunderstand. I.”

“……”

“I’m not afraid of you…”

Thinking he might get angry again because he had misunderstood, I hurriedly made an excuse, and then, snap, I heard something break.
Fortunately, it wasn’t the sound of my bones breaking.

“…You…”

Karvan was mercilessly tearing off his own claws with his own teeth.
He had bitten them so short that the man’s hands were soon covered in blood.

“What, are you doing…?”

At my flustered question, the man snapped off the last remaining claw and threw it under the bed.
The remnants of the rake-like claws that had fallen to the floor emitted a white coldness and crumbled.

“What are you going to do if you pull out your claws!”

“Isn’t this what you were so afraid of.”

‘…But he didn’t have to tear out his own claws.’
I looked at the man’s blood-soaked hands in bewilderment.
Not knowing whether I should say he did well or not, I just blinked my eyes and finally asked.

“Doesn’t it hurt? Should I treat it?”

He held out his blood-stained hand instead of answering.

I approached without a word and carefully put the man’s fingers in my mouth.
Since they had become rounded like a human’s freshly trimmed nails, I didn’t have to be afraid of my tongue being scratched like before.

As I tilted my head and concentrated on sucking his cold fingers, my eyes met the owner of the hand, who was looking down at me intently.

We both knew it was an act of healing, but feeling somehow embarrassed, I stealthily avoided his gaze, and he threw a comment in a tone that was clearly teasing.

“You’re quite good at sucking fingers.”

The crookedly raised corners of his lips were quite sly.
‘This, bastard.’
‘I was about to just bite him, but I held back.’
‘But he did it for me.’

‘…But why did he suddenly do such a thing?’
The man’s unexpected consideration was unsettling, and even though I knew it might be another whim, I couldn’t help but be concerned.

Swallowing my complicated feelings, I licked the rest of his fingers in turn.
As I gently rolled his blunted nails with the tip of my tongue, the wounds that had been fully touched by my saliva healed quickly.

“Before.”

‘So saliva really is the best for wounds.’
As I was feeling proud of myself after neatly cleaning up with a wet towel from the bedside table, a low voice was thrown at me.

“Have you been caught by a grim reaper before?”

“I almost died.”

As if he had understood everything from the one sentence I had spat out with a shudder, Karvan said nothing more.

“…And yet you ran out of Bahalgras.”

At the end of the short silence, his voice was as sharp as a crescent moon again.

“Even refusing the safe position of Valtael, and even mimicking the beast you hate so much to crawl out, was it just to put on the fur of a weak male and clean up after the fox tribe.”

He stared at me clearly with eyes like a full moon with dark clouds, and spat out words that were dripping with coldness.

“Do you, hate me that much.”

“…What?”

“Are you more afraid of my side than a grim reaper, and is remaining as my mate more terrible than death?”