Chapter 12: Demi-Humans Are Beasts, But So Am I
Kicking open the door and throwing Moriah onto the bed became almost a natural reflex for me. Whether it’s testosterone hitting the roof or some divine sexual inspiration, I don’t know, I just know I’m more potent than all previous times.
It must be the pheromones, because the only thing I can think about is obliterating that massive ego.
In the original work, she appears as an angelic person, but she’s a little devil in moth form. She, who seems like wouldn’t even hurt an ant, actually eats them for breakfast with a huge smile on her face, and right now I feel nothing but this desire to consume her until nothing is left.
Is this wrong? I don’t know, I just know I’m going to satisfy myself in her body and then think about the consequences.
"Now, let’s move on to the main act, Ma’am..."
The Countess’s white face blushes in green tones. Has she ever gone this far? I hope so, please, Count, tell me you at least enjoyed some time with your wife.
I let out a sigh, climbing onto the bed and touching the moth-woman’s cheek, trying to control the nerves begging me to just thrust in and devour her.
Use what you’ve learned all these years, Darius, start gently and then do whatever you want.
First, provide comfort. I rest my member against Moriah’s flower, brushing the two in that casual provocation. In truth, I’m afraid that if I went in now, I’d easily slip out, she’s so wet.
"Pfft, you’re that excited?"
"St-Stop looking!"
"Can I look at your face then?"