16 I'm not full yet

Warning: This chapter contains explicit descriptions of graphic violence and sexual activity. If you are uncomfortable with this type of content, you may skip this chapter.

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Chapter 16: I'm not full yet

Atasha began panting; her entire body was glowing in a sleek, glassy white skin tone, drenched in her warm sweat. Her mind was still hazy, but she could feel a dull, seething pain radiating from her lower abdomen.

"Argh... Argh!" A series of groans escaped from Atasha's lips.

"Please... do me...harder. Ah! Please make me come..."

Echoes of her desperate, stifled pleas gradually succumb Atasha to a strong desire to copulate. She starts to fidget with her legs, rubbing them together to get a better feel.

"Angh!" 

Her soft moans and suggestive appearance appealed to the snake beast's lecherous eyes, increasing his libido as he watched her wail and beg to be touched.

She shrank her body on his strong and steady arms. Her pair of sinful hands were bound upwards with no strength to fight back, nor did she intend to struggle.

The intense heat in her core slowly eats away her last string of rationality.

"Ah... Faster..." 

Under her inviting and provocative cries, Zethus' remaining straw of sanity snapped in an instant. The female continued to beg for him to ease her up; there was no way he could stay calm!

The white snake tried to hold himself back, but, in the end, he still claimed her while she was still in her heedless state.

The girl swayed her hips and ground her wetness on his stiff tool while her legs wrapped around his waist like a fitting scabbard on his long and thick sword.

"Angh! Your thing is filling me up, Zethus. Ah! So deep!" she exclaimed in ecstasy.

A solid groan escaped from his lips. His darkened pupils were constricted, still trying to suppress his instinct to ravage her body, afraid of crushing her small frame if he decided to match her wild act. 

"But how can I restrain myself when you're being like this?" He wanted to reprimand her. Still, "Ah, fuck!" 

Another strong pulsating shaft turned swollen, almost making him crazy and go into a rampage.

"No, she will break." 

Zethus pulled out his member after releasing a shot and took a glimpse of her. He watched as a white sticky fluid flowed out of her tunnel. A mixture made from their love juices. He scanned her body and saw a blue gem on her chest, similar to his.

His pained expression instantly faded with a satisfied smile pasted on his lips. He leaned over and pressed his lips on her forehead affectionately. 

"This may be late, but I'm so glad I met you," he whispered lovingly, pulling her into his embrace. He wrapped her tightly as though he was scared of losing her warmth. "I'm happy to have you as my mate, Atasha."

It was a solemn and peaceful atmosphere, mirroring his affection for the female who was bestowed on him by the Beast God. It's all great and felt sincere until she spoke and shattered the scene with her sloven remarks.

"I'm not full yet," the girl blurted out, rendering him speechless and stunned in his spot.

He saw the girl puffing her cheeks while staring at him with so much dissatisfaction.

"This..." Zethus did not know whether to be happy with the rise of another opportunity or feel bad about himself under her scrutinizing gaze.

In an instant, he felt helpless, but he could only pacify this wild and insatiable thing.

"Of course, you're... not. But you should rest a little, Atasha...mmm!"

The girl grabbed his head and sealed his mouth with a burning kiss, smashing all his protests into bits and panting heavily as she gobbled his lips. "I want more," she declared.

Her tongue swept him away and swirled with his tongue. Waltzing in the wetness of each other's sweet and luscious sap.

And so, the cold and quiet cave was yet again filled with their hot and intense lovemaking. Causing the two resentful men outside the barrier to cry without tears.

"I had enough with this damn mist! When will it open?" Regalus struck it with a piece of rock, which naturally bounced back.

The sound of the female's muffled moans echoed from bright to dark, making it hard for them not to be shaken up. This kind of torment is just too unbearable for their 'healthy' body.

It's a cruel torture! This is inhumane!

While Regalus complained and badly wanted to tear down the barrier and barge inside, Nemus remained quiet and sat in the far corner.

In silence, he was trying to appease himself and calm his raging turrets. He closed his eyes and focused on her alluring voice. 

Following the tempo of her beat-like moans, his breathing has become ragged and deep. His hands played with his tongs in secrecy. Shame and guilt crept on his handsome, flushed face, but he couldn't find the will to stop his movements.

"Atasha... Haaa..."

Despite his more or less century-old age, he could still be considered a young and inexperienced beastman, who had technically just come of age, making him susceptible to the carnal temptations of early adulthood.

Unlike the usually unrestrained golden python, the anger he kept turned into frustration of various sorts. He ends up getting influenced by the suggestive atmosphere and taking the most natural course of action that he could think of.

At first, Nemus tried to restrain himself, but as time went on, he could no longer hold out as his lewd thoughts filled with her image which fanned his flames, along with the echoes of her erotic voice that became his accompaniment.

"Ha... Ha... A-atasha. You're so... tight. Argh!" He groaned and continued along as the night was still too young for him to relax and brace his pistol down.

At this time, inside the sacred mist, Zethus and Atasha can be found lying down after completing several sets of vigorous exercises.

Elsewhere, the darkness looms and covers the earth with the pitch-black firmament, but here the surrounding mist covers them in white light as bright as the day.

Zethus looked at the resting female, nestled on his bare chest. He initially thought that she was a 'cow' female beast, but now she resembles a foxy enchantress with the wild behavior of a catfolk.

She finally got tired after doing it with him until she was satisfied. He gently brushed her black silky hair, which flowed fluidly along his slender white fingers.

The calming scent of mint and aloe entered his senses as he sniffed her hair and played with it while he stared at her sleeping face, creeping with fatigue.

It's not a surprise that she would feel exhausted. This little lady almost milked him dry and acted without reservation.

Zethus cleared his throat as his ears burned in shame. "I hope she doesn't feel bad about it when she gains consciousness. As long as she doesn't hate me and feel repugnant to my touch, I can deal with the rest." He sighed, recalling what happened. 

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As the seamless formation of clouds gradually engulfed him and the female, Zethus stood rooted on the ground. Standing like a pole of steel, unable to react in time while carrying Atasha in his arms.

A surge of pain and pleasure flooded Zethus while the girl nibbled his bare chest and licked on the bite mark, she made. He unconsciously bit his lower lip to suppress the erotic sound from escaping his mouth.

The sensation she was giving his body was both weird and new to him. Weird but oddly satisfying.

"Argh… Ah," 

Under her burning temptation, even with his strong fighting spirit, his will will inevitably crumble. A distinct muffled groan was heard coming out of his lips.

The way she claimed him was unconventional, but based on the changes in his body and the occurrence of the 'sacred mist of union', it was indeed a sanguine art.

'How did a heifer... no, is she really a heifer?' Zethus continued to have his doubts.

Right now, the only thing left to do is complete the blood ritual by also consuming her blood and marking her. After that, they will become partners for life, bound for eternity more so than a regular mate.

"I don't know what's going on with that little head of yours," Zethus said, gently wiping the blood from her lips.

He felt conflicted considering how Nemus took care of her and how Regalus thinks that she's going to accept him.

"You're a small ball of trouble, young lady."

Be that as it may, since this cannot be undone, unless someone perishes during the ritual, they will have to do it right.

Zethus stared at the dazed female. Seeing that he cannot kill her, nor does he want to die in her place, he can only see to it until the end.

"You can't blame me for this."

He opened his mouth, revealing his set of white teeth and protruding fangs. The beast-man moved his head closer to her face and down to her shoulder.

"This will hurt, so bear with it a little," he softly whispered.

He bared his pair of sharp cuspids, ready to sink them into her pearl-white skin. By the time he did, the girl screamed and trembled in pain. The taste of her sweet blood instantly burst inside his mouth, giving him a groundless sense of satisfaction and a desire to conquer.

Atasha, who was seemingly struck by lightning, jolted in pain as he pierced through her skin and sucked her dry. She screamed in agony and struggled out of his arms, but Zethus instinctively gripped her body to make her steady and continued to drink her blood.

"Please stop. It hurts. It hurts so bad!"

Atasha's eyes brimmed with tears while she pleaded with the man, but he was not fazed by her pleas. His eyes flickered with shadows of lament, shrouding his vision while unraveling the unknown. And she was the unknown.