Apocalypse Villainess Transmigrates Into The Beastworld With Debt

Chapter 143: Ren, I want you to move [18+]

Hana’s dark eyes remained locked on Ren, watching closely as his eyes glazed over the exact moment the heat of her tight walls scraped the sensitive skin of his cock.

​It was his first time, and he was feeling it as much as any other beastman would.

​A low, deep grunt vibrated through his massive chest as his cock slid deeper, finally reaching a wall he could not climb past.

He was already more than halfway in, and Hana already felt completely stretched and full. She moved against him, adjusting her body to accommodate the heavy weight of her belly. The sheer friction of his cock scraping her walls sent a wave of raw, intoxicating heat through both of them.

​Hana’s flat expression finally fractured, a soft, breathy gasp slipping past her lips as her internal temperature spiked.

​Ren’s mind went entirely foggy with desire. His instincts, sharp and predatory, surged to the surface, but they were entirely bound to her rhythm.

​Hana shifted, pressing her breasts flush against his broad chest. Due to the rapid progression of her pregnancy, her breasts were heavily swollen, full, and aching with a deep, sensitive warmth, far more so than normal.

​Ren’s gaze darkened, his icy blue eyes completely fixated on her breasts as his head dipped instinctively. He buried his face into their softness, his rough tongue licking against her sensitive skin before his lips locked around her full breast, taking her leaking nipple into his mouth.

​"Ah..." Hana gasped, her fingers embedding themselves deeply into his shoulders.

​The sensation was overwhelming. Every time Ren sucked greedily on her breast, a powerful, primal spark flared deep within his core, vibrating through his teeth and into her bloodstream.

It wasn’t just a physical act; it was the ancient magic of the beastmen, a wild, unlocking force that began to pull at Hana.

The heat between them reached a fever pitch, the friction of their bodies triggering a relentless, intoxicating rhythm that left Hana breathless, her head rolling back.

​But she suddenly stopped, panting heavily.

​She was tired. Her belly was simply too heavy, and she was bouncing way too much. She couldn’t keep going because her thighs were starting to ache from the strain.

​She looked down at him, her chest heaving as she leaned her weight entirely against him.

​"Ren, I want you to move," she whispered.

​The vertical slits in his icy blue eyes suddenly sharpened, a wild, territorial light breaking through the fog of his desire.

​"You don’t need to hold back," she breathed against his ear. "But you’ll have to do it in this position."

​That was all the permission the snow leopard Alpha needed. His large hands gripped her hips like iron bands, anchoring her firmly to his lap. With a sudden, explosive burst of his legendary mountain agility, his hips snapped upward.

​He hit far deeper than she had been doing.

​"Ah! Ren—!"

​Hana cried out, her back arching violently as he buried his full length into her, striking that inner wall that refused to let him go further with a relentless, heavy force.

The pure power of his movements was unmatched; he moved with a fierce, rhythmic speed that made the wooden beams of the guest cabin creak under their weight.

Every upward thrust was deep, precise, and completely unforgiving, driving Hana into a frenzy of high-pitched, breathless moans.

​Outside the hut, the crisp mountain air did absolutely nothing to cool the rising temper of her mates.

​Caspian stood a few paces away from the entrance, his massive arms crossed tightly over his chest, his golden eyes burning like molten lava into the leather curtain.

He had been rigid as a statue, but the moment Hana’s high, wet moans broke through the thick timber walls, the dragon’s jaw clamped shut so hard his fangs drew blood from his own lip.

​"Ren... ahh, right there... Ren!"

​Hearing her call another male’s name—hearing her voice lose all of its clinical, cold composure for the snow leopard—sent a wave of pure, suffocating draconic rage through Caspian’s chest.

Thick, black smoke rolled out of his nostrils, and the snow beneath his feet instantly began to melt into hissing puddles of steam.

​"The cat is driving her hard," Kulu murmured quietly.

​The falcon was leaning against a nearby pine, his arms crossed, but his steeled feathers were standing completely on end.

His amber eyes were wide, tracking the rhythmic vibrations shaking the small cabin. He gripped his own elbows tightly, his crimson wings twitching with a fierce, jealous ache.

He remembered how she had controlled him during his first time before he was given a chance to redeem himself, but Ren... Ren was currently tearing down her defenses completely.

​Raiden let out a sharp, irritated hiss, the easy, mocking smirk entirely gone from his handsome face. His nine pink tails were lashing violently behind him, slicing through the air with enough force to cut the falling snowflakes in half.

​"Listen to her," Raiden muttered, his green eyes flashing with a dangerous, lethal light as Hana’s breathless cries echoed into the night again. "A virgin, my foot. The beast is moving like a seasoned alpha. If he doesn’t wrap this up soon, I’m going in there taking Hana for myself."

​"Stay back, fox," Caspian hoarsely growled, his voice a low, tectonic rumble that shook the pine needles above them. "The bond is initializing. If you disrupt it, you will harm Hana. Hold your ground."

​But the dragon’s own claws dug so deeply into his forearms that droplets of blood began to stain the melting snow.

​Inside the cabin, the heat had reached an absolute boiling point.

​Ren was completely consumed by the rhythm, his movements so fast and powerful that Hana could barely keep her eyes open. She was completely at his mercy, her body vibrating with every deep, heavy slam of his hips as he filled her to the absolute brim.

​As the raw, primal energy peaked, Ren felt the wild, electric spark begin to surge from his core straight to his chest. He knew it was time. He couldn’t hold it back any longer.

​"Hana..." Ren growled, his voice thick, rough, and entirely consumed by the intoxicating heat. His fangs bared, catching the amber light of the fireplace. "The mark... I’m going to give you the mark now..."