Chapter 130: _ Set Them On Fire!
[Warning: Dark Scene, Rape, Bloody Rape Ahead! Read At Your Own Risk!]
Fergus meant it when he said she turned him on because she really did. Now, he couldn’t hold back anymore. With a snarl that ripped through the night air, he tore through the fabric of her shirt, exposing her bare skin.
A surprised and horrified gasp erupted from the girl, her hands over her mouth in shock. Fergus leaned back and took a glimpse of her blossoming and ripening breast and drew in a dramatic breath.
"So young, so not young too. How beautiful and holy is that?" He whispered and lowered his head, cupping her left breast in his mouth.
The girl whimpered under him, tapping her unconscious sister. "C— Clea?" She called sobbing.
Nah. Those sobs of hers were grating on Fergus’s nerves. It was getting in the way of his pleasure but also muzzling him to do more. To touch her more, albeit in a much more gruesome way this time.
Then, he’d know that he was the cause of her cries because right now, all he wanted to do was offer her a free service of pleasure before killing her.
Imagine your doom caring about your pleasure before taking your life. Couldn’t she have at least thanked him? Didn’t he deserve a little praise for his consideration nature?
Why were werewolves so ungrateful?
And thus, as his right hand pressed her boobs, he elongated his claws at that moment and dug them into her chest, the nails thrusting in them like a knife going into bread.
"Ahhhhh!" She screamed, pain and agony shaking her legs.