Chapter 8 (NSFW) - Snow White's Son
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"Why... Why have you become human...?" Crow stammered, struggling to comprehend what was happening. Yet even though the beast had taken on human form, his eyes—gleaming red and filled with an unsettling light—remained far from human.
The man's hair, long and black, cascaded down his back like a wild mane. His face was obscured by a thick, dark beard, and his body was covered with hair—not just on his chest and arms, but even his legs, hands, and fingers bore the same dark fur.
He was not quite a beast, but neither was he truly a man.
"Beast, are you alright? Are you still in pain?" Crow asked again, concern filling his voice.
The Beast growled, a low and terrible sound rising from deep within him. "Uhh… Rrrrghh!"
Before Crow could react, the great creature surged forward, pinning him to the floor. Startled, Crow found himself staring up at the ceiling, with the Beast's wild, snarling face hovering just inches above him. Though the form had changed, the ferocious gleam in his eyes remained.
"Nnn… ugh…" The Beast's face loomed closer until, without warning, he pressed his lips to Crow's in a rough, urgent kiss.
Crow's mind screamed with terror. Was he about to be devoured, his face torn apart by this monstrous man? But no—though the kiss was fierce and clumsy, it was a kiss nonetheless. The Beast's rough beard brushed against Crow's skin, prickling and scratching at him.
This was no tender kiss shared between lovers. Crow had only ever imagined kissing Kyle, the man from the portrait, and now, here he was, trapped in this nightmarish embrace with a creature of fur and fang.
"Stop… please… stop!" Crow cried, thrashing on the fur-covered floor beneath the Beast's weight. He struggled and resisted, but the Beast's strength was overwhelming. His lips and tongue felt like they were being devoured in a brutal, almost savage kiss.
Crow could no longer scream—he couldn't even breathe. All he could do was silently beg: "Please… don't touch me… stop, please…"
But the Beast's large hands roamed freely over Crow's bare body. His soft, hairless skin stood in stark contrast to the coarse, bristling fur of the Beast. Crow whimpered as the Beast rubbed his hairy chest against him, the pink buds of his nipples hardening under the rough texture.
The Beast's breath was hot and ragged, no different from when he had been a true beast. He drank in Crow's saliva, licking and sucking at his lips in a crude, animalistic manner. The kiss seemed to stretch on endlessly, leaving Crow gasping for air, his face flushed and his limbs flailing in helpless protest.
When, at last, the Beast withdrew his lips, Crow took in a desperate, gasping breath. The sound of his ragged breathing filled the room, echoing in his ears.
"Please… no more… stop…" Crow begged weakly, his voice barely audible.
But the Beast paid no heed to his words. Crow felt himself being forced to open his legs as the creature moved downwards. His heart raced with fear and revulsion as the Beast's mouth closed over his shrinking, terrified member.
Though Crow had shared many intimate moments with the elves, this was nothing like the comforting, pleasurable acts he was accustomed to. The Beast's touch brought no joy—only fear. Its glowing red eyes and animal-like panting filled him with dread.
It felt as if, at any moment, the Beast would bite down and devour him.
"Please... don't bite...!" Crow whimpered through his tears, his voice trembling with trepidation.
The Beast did not bite, but his mouth was relentless, pulling Crow's penis into his throat with such force that it stung. The Beast's large mouth made Crow's shaft seem small, drawing him in with harsh, slurping sounds, leaving his base aching with the strain. His tongue slithered across his sensitive skin, bringing sensations that Crow wished to escape.
"Ah... ahh..." Crow gasped, his mind spiraling, unable to voice any protest. His body, despite the fear, slowly began to respond, pleasure sneaking in against his will. The Beast, no longer a mere creature, seemed less interested in tearing him apart and more in drawing out something from deep within.
"Nngh... ah...!" Crow moaned, his legs lifted by the Beast's hands, and his back arched in response to the touch that now explored his anus, gently stroking his most vulnerable places.
Would giving the Beast what he wanted make it stop? Thinking that he would be done if he let out his milk, Crow wanted to let it out quickly. He desperately wished to end this, but the mingling fear and unwanted pleasure kept him from reaching his release.
—Ernst... you said... this kind of thing should only be shared with the one you love most. You said not to drink anyone's milk or give it to anyone unless your heart is true... I remember... but I'm so scared. If I don't give him what he wants, I'm afraid this nightmare will never end.
Crow closed his eyes tightly, trying to forget the Beast's existence. He tried to imagine the elves instead, replacing the monstrous presence with the gentle faces of his friends, the ones he had grown alongside. Anything to escape the horror of the moment.
If the Beast drank his fill, perhaps he would leave the tower. Crow longed for the dawn when he would no longer fall prey to his loneliness. He would wait for the wolves to lessen, for Kyle to return. Never again would he let his own weakness lead him astray, as it had tonight.
But just then, the Beast's fingers entered him, pulling Crow deeper into the maelstrom of sensations. The fingers, slick with saliva, moved with ease, finding the tender spot within that sent shivers through his body.
"No... stop... ahh...!" Crow's words were lost in his moans, while the Beast, ever ravenous, continued to feast, sucking and slurping with a hunger that left no room for escape. There was no replacing him with the elves in Crow's mind now. The Beast's wild intensity was worlds away from the elves' gentle care, who had never inflicted even the slightest pain upon him.
"Nn... stop... ahh...!" Crow's protests faltered as the Beast's fingers pushed him over the edge. In an instant, Crow's world went white, his body convulsing with the force of release. Never had giving his milk left him feeling so drained.
There was no joy, no bliss—only a bone-deep fatigue.
"Ahh... uhh... ahh...!" Crow cried out, his body jerking as he released in waves. With each pulse, his limbs grew heavier, until finally, spent and trembling, he lay flat on his back, arms and legs splayed out in utter exhaustion.
His fingers clutched at the fur rug beneath him as his hips jerked with residual shudders. He wanted to believe that this would be his release, but cruelly, his hope went unanswered.
The Beast, who had eagerly sucked up his milk, now lifted his head without a sound, extending his tongue to spit the thick, milky substance into his palm.
The heavy, white fluid that Crow had expelled now mingled with the Beast's saliva, dripping slowly from his fingers.
"…W-what…? What are you doing?"
Crow's milk, still warm, was carried from the Beast's hand to the creature's groin. Crow's eyes widened in horror as he caught sight of the massive organ, protruding from the thick black fur. It was larger than any of the youthful elves' he'd seen before, and it curved back greatly, burying its glans in the hair that grew from his navel to his solar plexus.
"No… no… please, don't come near me!"
The Beast's crimson eyes gleamed with hunger as he panted heavily, his breath labored. He smeared the milky liquid over his engorged member, grasping its base to adjust the angle, until its gleaming tip was aimed directly between Crow's legs.
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