Apocalypse Villainess Transmigrates Into The Beastworld With Debt

Chapter 142: I took control of the process

The heavy leather curtain fell in place behind the departing chief and the remnants of the crowd, instantly cutting off the biting mountain wind.

Brenda’s distant, muffled protests faded into the snowy night, leaving the guest cabin thick with an entirely different kind of tension.

Mina cast one supportive look at her brother before walking out as well.

​Hana didn’t break eye contact with Ren. Her dark eyes were perfectly steady, tracking the way his broad shoulders slowly dropped out of their rigid defensive posture.

​"Caspian, Raiden, Kulu," Hana commanded flatly, and her voice left no argument. "Vacate the hut and wait outside until I call for you."

​Caspian’s jaw tightened, his golden eyes flaring with a flash of heavy, draconic possessiveness.

A dark huff of smoke escaped his nostrils as he looked from Hana’s prominent belly to the snow leopard. He didn’t like the thought of leaving her alone with the cat but he knew what was coming now, and he honestly couldn’t bear to watch.

​"Do not make her wait, cat," Caspian hoarsely rumbled, his deep voice carrying a final, heavy warning as he turned and strode toward the exit.

​Raiden offered a lazy, elegant shrug, though his green eyes carried a sharp, knowing glint as his nine pink tails swept past Ren’s legs.

"Have fun, darling. Try not to break anything," he purred, following the dragon out into the cold night.

​Kulu gave Hana a single, devoted nod, his crimson wings rustling softly as he closed the rear of the line, ensuring the perimeter outside would remain completely undisturbed.

​When the curtain fell shut for the second time, the cabin became intensely quiet, save for the rhythmic crackling of the stone fireplace.

​Ren stood frozen in the center of the room. Without the roaring of her protectors or the screeching of the tribesmen, the sheer reality of the situation crashed down on him.

His black-striped tail gave an erratic, nervous twitch. He was the vanguard captain, a seasoned warrior who had faced down monstrous beasts without flinching, but looking at the small, fragile female waiting for him on the plush furs, his throat went completely dry.

His ears pinned back slightly, a faint, hot flush creeping beneath his pale cheek.

​Hana observed his elevated respiration and shifting posture with a clinical, unbothered gaze. This pattern was entirely familiar.

​"You are nervous," Hana stated plainly, her voice dropping into a calmer, flat rhythm. "Your response matches Kulu’s during his first time with me. He was equally hesitant."

​Ren swallowed hard, his icy blue eyes widening slightly as he thought back to the red falcon. "He... he was?"

​"Yes," Hana muttered, shifting her weight slightly on the winter pelts. "He was a virgin, and though a warrior, it was a battle he had never fought before and had no confidence of winning, so I took control of the process. I will do the same now." She said and looked down at her stomach. "Besides, the current state of my pregnancy restricts standard positioning. So... you will not be on top."

Ren swallowed hard, his icy blue eyes widening slightly as her blunt honesty hit him. "You... you took control?"

​"Sit down, Ren," Hana said simply.

​Her directness did nothing to soothe his racing pulse, but it effectively broke his paralysis.

Moving like a man under a spell, Ren walked forward and lowered his massive, heavily muscled frame onto the furs right before her knees.

Up close, the contrast between them was absurd—his chest was broad enough to shield her entire body, his hands thick and tipped with claws, while she sat there small, smooth, and heavily burdened by the child of the Fire King.

​Yet, looking up into her dark, unblinking eyes, Ren felt like the smaller one.

​Hana didn’t waste time on standard courtship protocols. She reached out, her smaller, smooth hands catching the straps of his leather harness and unbuckling them with efficient movements.

Ren sat perfectly still, holding his breath as her cool fingers brushed against the thick, warm muscle of his chest.

When the leather fell away, and she had stripped him of his strapping skirt, she didn’t recoil from the size of him.

In the end, Caspian was still the one with the most dangerous weapon.

But what do you know? Now we have all the colors.

Ren’s cock was as thick as Kulu’s but it was a pale kind of cock, though the head was a bit tainted pink. Still, it looked white to her. Her mates all had weird colors that always made her shudder.

Ren was hard, probably had been from the moment she said she would take control and began to strip him. He gulped and traced her face with his eyes.

He couldn’t believe this was happening. It was too soon, but he wouldn’t stop it. He felt a strange pull to give her whatever she wanted without exceptions.

He reached for her face and slid her hair behind her ear softly. She lifted her gaze and her dark eyes locked onto his, making him shudder, hot blood rushing down to his cock and making him throb.

She was beautiful. Delicately so. And yet, she was also very fierce.

Hana didn’t delay any further and began to take off her own tactical harness. Ren didn’t just watch. He helped her until she unwrapped her white dress and her big breasts bounced down freely, catching his eyes. But she did not give him time to gulp at the intimacy of it as she straddled his lap with a slow, deliberate grace that kept the heavy, rounded curve of her belly safe from pressure.

​Ren’s hands hovered awkwardly in the air, his fingers twitching, terrified of accidentally scratching her delicate skin with his claws.

​"Hold me," Hana murmured, her breath warm against his chin as she guided his large hands to the solid curves of her hips. "Grip firmly, but don’t hurt me. My skin isn’t thick like yours but it’s not as delicate as an egg either."

​The moment his palms made contact with her smooth, radiant skin, a jolt of pure heat shot straight up Ren’s spine. A low, involuntary purr rumbled deep in his chest—a sound he couldn’t control even if he tried.

Hana leaned in closer, her scent filling his senses completely, washing away the lingering bitterness of the tribe and the cold of the mountain. Then, she reached down and grabbed his cock, feeling him twitch violently against her palm as she positioned the head to her entrance.

​Her body happened to be ready at any time, so she could have just shoved him all the way in, but she did it gently instead.