My Beastly Husband

CH 12

“Hmm.” Moussa knew that he wanted her to submit to him like that female. It was so humiliating that she could not say it, but the situation in front of her did not allow her to refuse.

Moussa gritted her teeth, clung to his shoulders, and panted in his ear, saying intermittently. “Chelsea. Please. Harder. Please tear me apart. Eat me. Ahhh!”

Chelsea was so happy to hear her. He pinned her down and started a series of thrusts. At the same time, he was imitating the beastman named Sander, gasping in her ear and saying all the dirty words.

“Baby. You’re so tight. Baby. Relax, baby. Baby. Your little hole down there seems to have countless little mouths sucking me. I want to bang your hole. Baby ..”

Moussa got excited by his whispered soft words and the mighty blows underneath her body. Her body tingled, and she felt the pain of her walls being stretched open didn’t seem so unbearable anymore.

She didn’t know if that female beast influenced her, but she suddenly felt that having a strong male seemed good too. At least it could give her a sense of security so that she would no longer be afraid in the dark. As for the unbearable pain he was giving her, she should get used to it over time. She didn’t know how long it took, but Chelsea was finally satisfied and released her.

Moussa felt that her entire lower body was numb from his efforts, and she could not feel it. Chelsea was in a position where the two were joined together and carried her back to the bed.

Moussa saw that he had no intention of pulling out his softened wand. She knew he still wanted to, but she was already too sore and weak to bear it.

After thinking about it, she took the initiative to move closer to him and said softly and warmly, “Chelsea. How are you? You’re so good. I am so weak and sore from you. Can you take it out and let me rest?”

She hoped Chelsea would take it.

The expression on Chelsea’s face really softened as he gently pulled himself out and put his hands on her waist, massaging her.

“Did I hurt you?” Chelsea’s gentle tone was unexpected, causing Moussa’s eyes to redden again.

“Why are you crying again?” Chelsea frowned impatiently. He was tired of seeing her shed tears.

Moussa shook her head and sniffled, hooked her arm around his neck, and smiled gently. She took the initiative to kiss him on the lips and said, “Chelsea. Thank you.” It was the first time he made her feel warm since she came to this other world.

Looking at her sweet smile, Chelsea suddenly felt that something was pounding fast. He was embarrassed and hugged her and held her head in his arms. He said in a muffled voice, “Go to sleep.”

“Yes.” Moussa smiled and nodded. Suddenly it seemed to her that Chelsea was not as cold as he appeared to be. She squirmed in his arms, trying to find a more comfortable position.

“Don’t move.” Chelsea stopped her after a couple of moves. At the same time, she felt a hard object between her legs, and it was getting bigger and bigger. Moussa, of course, knew what it was. She was so scared that she froze and didn’t dare to move.

Chelsea grunted and hugged her closer. He wanted to roll over and crush her underneath him and make it all happen. But thinking about her sweet smile and that thank you, he forced himself to hold back.

Patting her back, he said patiently. “Don’t move around. Go to sleep.”

“Mmm.” Seeing that he did not mean to torment her, Moussa breathed a sigh of relief. The corner of her mouth was curved, and she slept in his arms.

It was the first time that Moussa fell asleep smiling since she came to this other world.