A Mad Dog Needs a Leash — Chapter 11

Ezra had never much liked handling his own magic.

The power was undeniably strong, but using it always left a foul aftertaste, like something crawling under his skin. And every ancient mage who had ever wielded this true magic was dead — which gave him all the more reason never to touch it. His raw strength alone, he'd always figured, was more than enough.

But for burning a nest of monster eggs on this scale, magic was the right tool for the job.

He silenced Daisy's protests with a threat and began to draw his mana up. The sensation was like nails raking across his nerves, and Ezra's face twisted.

God, this power was disgusting.

Would've been better if I'd never had it at all.

Grimacing inwardly, Ezra set his mana to work. He focused, feeding his power into the enormous magic circle node by node, in sequence. The mana soon drank in the spark of ignition, and flame began to bloom across the chamber, here and there, everywhere at once.

When he finished the final line of the incantation, the eggs went up in a roar of fire.

The moment the great spell completed, Ezra's body swayed. Then it came — a hideous pain like insects burrowing through every inch of him, and his legs gave out beneath him.

He collapsed to the floor, clutching at his shirt and tearing it open against the fever burning through his skin.

"Ugh— hngh."

Sweat poured off him in droplets as the heat consumed him whole. Then a cool touch settled against his body.

"Your Highness? Are you all right?"

At the sound of Daisy's voice, Ezra lifted his head.

The instant his eyes met hers, he felt as though he'd been placed under a spell.

"Your Highness?"

The sweet scent rolling off her was thick enough to sting his nose. Before he knew what he was doing, Ezra shoved her — and she went down beneath him.

He didn't like the way she stared up at him, eyes gone wide and round with shock. Ezra looked away, seized the clothes he'd handed her earlier, and ripped them apart.

Pop-pop — buttons scattered and clattered away.

Only then did Daisy grasp what was about to happen, and she wriggled frantically, shoving at his chest.

"Wh-what do you think you're doing! Let go of me!"

But Ezra was already drunk on the sweetness pouring off her. He pressed himself flush against her bare skin and drank in her scent. What would she taste like on his tongue? If only he could have just one bite—

There was no reason left in Ezra. He followed pure instinct and sank his teeth lightly into her shoulder. Her whole body flinched — and the scent flooded even richer.

Lost to it, he buried his face against her body and groped at her roughly with both hands. Every time those sword-calloused palms ran over soft, pliant flesh, the fragrance seemed to deepen. Maybe she really was like fruit — the more you handled her, the sweeter she got. At the thought, Ezra explored her body harder still.

A woman's body was soft and warm and yielding. He caught her wrists lightly as they tried to shield her, pinned them above her head, and looked down at her nakedness.

Swallow her. Now. The instinct filled his skull to bursting. Ezra grinned a lewd, hungering grin at the imagined taste, then took a full, deep bite of one soft breast.

"Hiihk!"

Daisy gasped, and the heavy mound shuddered against his mouth. Ezra gripped a breast in each hand, nipping and suckling lightly across every inch of them.

The moment her hands were free, Daisy raised both arms to shove his head away — and above her, the window she'd been waiting for finally appeared.

Daisy stared at the window floating before her eyes, her gaze spinning wide.

Corruption Level? Blessing?

She couldn't make heads or tails of any of it.

All the while, Ezra kept kneading her breasts, then caught the nipple jutting stiff at their peak between his teeth and sucked hard.

"Ah— ahh!"

Every time his tongue circled the sensitive bud and lapped over it, Daisy felt her mind drift further away. Her lower belly tingled and quivered; her body burned.

Terrified by these inexplicable changes in her own flesh, Daisy tipped into full-blown panic.

"S-stop, please stop."

At the fear trembling in her voice, the Grand Duke's eyes lifted to her face.

The moment Daisy saw that his eyes were not his own — that something else looked out of them — she froze. A lazy, satisfied smile curled Ezra's mouth, and he deliberately, theatrically, took her breast in his teeth again.

"Nnh."

Daisy's body jolted upward off the floor. A light climax rolled through her, leaving her shaking head to toe.

After luxuriating in her full, heavy breasts — more than even his large hands could cover — Ezra reached lower, toward where the sweet scent thickened.

His hard fingertips slid across her flat stomach, then seized and tore away the panties — the last lone survivor of the slick assault on her body.

Even Daisy, still floundering in the afterglow of pleasure, snapped back to herself at the sudden coolness below.

"W-wait, wait a second!"

Ezra's fingers wedged between her thighs. They began to roam over the mound already damp and slippery from everything he'd just done to her.

Unfamiliar shivers wracked her, and Daisy twisted her whole body as if every inch of her skin were being tickled.

"Ah— nnh, hngh, ahh!"

The fingers tracing lightly over her outer lips pressed down hard on the small bud at their apex, then slid smoothly inward, into the tight channel below. The sudden sensation of intrusion made Daisy's eyes fly open and drop to the space between her own legs.

Each time the finger pushed in and drew back, her arousal gushed out around it. Drunk on the sweet scent rising off her with every stroke, Ezra buried his face between her thighs.

He lapped upward over her clit and the tiny opening beneath it with his tongue, while his fingers scraped along the inner wall of her channel toward her belly.

"Hnn— haaah!"

The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt. Daisy's eyes rolled back as she crested her peak, and Ezra drank down every last drop that spilled from her.

Shame set her pale skin ablaze, flushing it deep red.

...Huh?

For a moment, she couldn't process the meaning of the characters floating in front of her; her eyes just rolled blankly in their sockets.

"Why does it taste so sweet?"

"...What?"

While Daisy lay dazed, Ezra had surrendered himself entirely to her essence. This time he pushed in a second finger, drew her clit into his mouth to suckle it, then gave it a light bite for good measure.

"Nnnngh!"

Each time, Daisy writhed and shuddered into another climax. Drinking down the flood of her release, he worked his other hand frantically at his trouser belt and dragged the zipper down. He sucked at her noisily, greedily, as if to drain her of every last drop, all while fisting his own cock hard.

He was torn, right at that moment. Should he keep lapping up what he hadn't finished swallowing — or should he follow his desire and drive himself into her, right now, right there?

Ezra chose hunger, and tormented her a good while longer.

"Ah— ahhn, nnh!"

Daisy had given up on fighting back. Legs still splayed, she caught her breath while glaring at the window floating before her eyes. Now that the meter had dropped below sixty, the window's color had shifted from an angry red to an orange that read more like caution than catastrophe.

So this is what stops him from going berserk?

If so, she could do this for him as many times as it took.

But Ezra was greedy. Still flushed and half-unhinged with arousal, he spread her legs wide and draped them over his shoulders.

Ezra had reached his limit. He wanted — needed — to bury himself in that tight, soaked, pink channel and move, immediately. There was nothing else in his skull.

Daisy felt his hand and tongue go suddenly still, and looked down.

There in her line of sight: an enormous, furious cock, its head bobbing proudly, flaunting its full glory.

Daisy sucked in a breath at its size — the girth, the length. She'd never once slept with a man in her life, but even she could tell that the thing Ezra was showing her was anything but ordinary.

Before she could stop herself, she swallowed. Gulp.

Worse, when Ezra ran his own hand lightly up and down the shaft a few times, it grew even bigger. Even thicker.

That's impossible. It can still get bigger than that?

She'd forgotten all about escaping — forgotten the absurdity of this whole situation. With that thick, blunt head, Ezra dragged himself lightly along the top of her entrance.

Only then did Daisy come back to her senses, and she shouted.

"No! Absolutely not — there's no way that thing is fitting inside me!"

This was a matter of survival. If that went in, she'd be torn apart down there. But Ezra didn't so much as pretend to listen.

"It's a hole that births babies, come on. Surely—"

There was only one instinct left in his head: fuck.

And Daisy was no child; she knew exactly what was about to happen. Face drained white, she tried to scoot her hips backward, away from him.

"Don't run."

The hoarse voice, thick with raw hunger, pinned her in place.

He slid against her entrance several times as if his own body were resisting the fit — but at last, he managed to press in properly. He twisted apart her clenched-tight opening and pushed the head of his cock in, and Daisy's eyes and mouth flew wide open. Even a scream wouldn't come. Genuinely afraid her pussy was about to split, she trembled all over and stared down between her legs.

Thankfully, there was no blood. And strange as the feeling of being stretched open was — it didn't actually hurt.

That flicker of relief lasted only a heartbeat before Ezra, past all restraint, began pushing deeper inside.

Only then did Daisy understand. That head had merely been the beginning! With every inch he fed into her, she was being forced open wider and wider below.

There was pain, yes — but more than that, the sheer foreign fullness of it made her squirm.

Over and over, Daisy dug her elbows against the floor, trying to crawl away.

Ezra couldn't hold back anymore. Time was bleeding out fast, and in his desperation he furrowed his brow, seized her hips in both hands — and slammed the entire length of himself into her in one thrust.