A Mad Dog Needs a Leash — Chapter 12

“Ah—hng!”

Daisy's nails dug into Ezra's shoulders as pain crashed through her whole body. It hurt, and it was strange. She wanted him out of her this instant, and she struck his shoulder several times, but the man didn't so much as flinch, heavy as a boulder.

His eyes drifted half-open, and he let out a short groan as he rubbed shallowly against her, savoring the way her inner walls flinched and clung to him. She'd only taken half of him because of her resistance, yet the tingling pleasure rising from it made the back of her neck prickle. Ezra's eyes flashed, then he gripped her hips firmly and began to move, slow and deliberate.

When that monstrous cock started stirring her from below, Daisy's face twisted. Being forced open and made to move meant the foreign fullness registered all the more vividly. Displeased, she beat her fists against his chest, on the verge of tears.

“Ha—ah, don't—move!”

Ezra stopped, as if he'd actually heard her.

The yellow tint in his eyes flickered green, then back again, as if his original blue were fighting to surface. Daisy stared blankly at the shifting color, and it dawned on her—when he went berserk, his eyes were a different color. She'd never noticed across all her regressions, because facing a berserk Ezra head-on had been vanishingly rare.

Here, at last, was a hope of escaping this dangerous situation, and she refused to let it slip. Gritting her teeth, she growled straight into his confused eyes.

“You hate this. You'll regret it later.”

At those words, Ezra's face contorted. Anyone could see he was at war with himself. Only then did he realize what he was doing to the woman in front of him.

What have I—

The moment Daisy saw his eye color return, she let out a breath of relief.

And that was the instant it happened.

What?

Before Daisy could even register her shock, the tension in her body melted away all at once. The half-swallowed cock slid a little deeper inside. Her warm inner walls clung to the thick length, writhing as though they had no intention of ever letting it go.

Even Daisy herself felt a fever climb across her skin under the surging pleasure. Sensing her change with his whole body, Ezra could hold back no longer. He abandoned his reason and chose to become the beast.

His eyes, now fully yellowed, gazed down at her. Ezra bent forward and took the round breasts bared before him into his mouth, biting deep. Both hands wrapped around her waist, hauling her into a tighter embrace, and soon her body slackened further, letting him sink deeper still.

“Haa—”

Apparently satisfied with the sensation, Ezra let a faint smile curl his lips and, still holding her hips, began to move in slow, rolling strokes.

“Ah, haah, ahng!”

Every time Ezra moved, Daisy's moans climbed higher. Her whole body felt as though it were catching fire. Even the stretched, pried-open ache of taking all of him with nothing left to spare gave her a strange, intoxicating rush.

Ezra withdrew slightly from where he'd sunk deep, dragging the crown of his cock up along her ridged inner walls in soft, teasing scrapes. Now it was Daisy who was desperate. Her head was entirely consumed by the pleasure this act promised.

She wanted him to fuck her harder. But the last sliver of reason she possessed kept the words from leaving her mouth. Her body, however, had abandoned all such restraints long before—just as his had.

She moved her own hips, matching his rhythm. Wanting nothing but to reach deeper, to reach the place that would give her more, she rocked her hips shamelessly.

Ezra chuckled softly, pleased by her movement. The upper hand was his now.

“You want me to fuck you?”

At his brazen question, Daisy bit her lip. She'd never thought of herself as weak to desire, but right now, truly, she couldn't bear it. She wanted him to scrape and thrust up hard against her inner walls instead of just the entrance—to fill this aching emptiness to the brim.

“Haah—!”

When he seized the breasts he'd been sucking and mouthing moments ago with both greedy hands, a moan burst out of her. Noticing the change in her reactions, Ezra's yellow eyes lifted to her face. He deliberately pulled his body back and began to tease her.

His mischievous smile was so damnably attractive that Daisy gritted her teeth.

You little bastard.

Even in the middle of all this, the way he baited her stoked her fury. She struck up at his hips with her heel, and he tormented her stiff nipples with his tongue before glancing up slyly to read her face.

Daisy was flushed red from shame and desire all at once. Perhaps because her skin, confined to laboratories for so long, was pale to begin with, the color stood out easily.

She was already moving her hips—what more did he want her to say? She'd already thrown her pride away, and he wanted her to spit on it and stomp it underfoot.

“You son of a bitch.”

At the tears threading through the anger and shame in her voice, Ezra's tail drooped, meek and contrite.

Honestly, the one in a hurry here was Ezra.

He released the Daisy he'd been holding and guided both her legs to wrap around his waist. Then, gripping her slender waist firmly with both hands, he began to move in earnest.

Every time the thick crown struck up into her depths, Daisy's hips jerked off the ground.

“Ah, ahn, ah!”

The buried pleasure burst open all at once, and her mind went white. Frightened by how she was climbing higher and higher on the crest of it, Daisy swung a hand out frantically, searching for something to hold onto.

But there was nothing to grab when she was having sex with a burning monster egg at her back. She glared at Ezra, who panted and moved as he pleased right in front of her eyes.

To Ezra, already far gone, that glare registered as pure provocation. He gathered Daisy into his arms and seated her astride his thighs.

At the sudden change of position, Daisy let out a short cry. The monstrous cock bored in even deeper, stabbing up into her core.

The man stirred her depths wherever he pleased, as if searching for the place she felt best. Then he crushed a plump, hidden spot with the head of his cock—and in that instant, Daisy shuddered violently, like a person struck by lightning, and hit a sharp, sudden climax.

“Hng—”

Daisy clung to Ezra's neck and screwed her eyes shut. As if he'd only been waiting, Ezra wrapped her body tight in his arms and began thrusting up hard. Each time, her belly thudded and echoed, and even her skull seemed to ring with it.

Along with the pleasure, a fierce urge to flee slammed into Daisy.

“Ah, wait—let me down, let me down!”

She thrashed, trying to escape, but Ezra didn't let her go. If anything, as if to tell her to hold still, he swatted her bottom with his large hand—firm, but not enough to hurt—then bit lightly at her throat.

The pain turned to pleasure almost instantly. Feeling as though she might spill over at any moment, Daisy drove her nails into his back and fought the rising tide.

But it was no use at all. As the thick crown and the vein-lined shaft scraped and ground against her walls, she was swept helplessly into an even greater pleasure.

And at last she reached her limit.

“Ah—ahngh, ah, I can't—!”

With a short scream, she came undone, liquid pouring out of her in a rush. It soaked straight through the shirt and trousers Ezra hadn't even bothered to remove.

“You're soaked.”

The flat, mineral-cold voice murmured at her ear. Daisy squeezed her eyes shut in shame. She wanted to burrow somewhere and hide. But before she could even catch her breath, Ezra began to move again.

This time he drove up into the sweet spot he'd found earlier with unerring precision.

“Ngha, ah, st—stop! Ah, ah!”

Overwhelmed by too much stimulation, Daisy sobbed and shoved at him fiercely. At this rate she was going to disgrace herself again. Once was more than enough humiliation.

Unfortunately, her struggles only excited Ezra further.

“Kgh.”

He let out a short, ragged breath. Her writhing drove the blood to pool even lower, and his cock swelled larger. The already monstrous thing forced her walls apart and bored deeper, deeper inside.

“Stop it, stop—!”

He crushed her body against his and thrust up hard and rough. A place that should never open opened, and he prodded at a dangerous spot.

Daisy wept and hammered her fists down on his shoulders, but his movements only grew more ferocious.

“Ah, aah!”

With another climax, she braced her fingertips against the floor and shuddered all over. Along with her tears, her arousal burst from her like a fountain—and right behind it, urine flowed freely down. Weeping with shame, Daisy covered her face.

“Bastard, you rotten bastard.”

She was still cursing and hitting him when her eyes met Ezra's, still swimming with madness. No—not the remnants of it. The madness gleamed thicker than before. Daisy realized he still hadn't come.

“You—don't tell me—”

Ezra pressed Daisy down onto his coat, spread out beneath them. Her strength was gone, and though the forced heat still burned in her, she had nothing left to receive him with. So she crawled forward on her hands and knees. The hole that still hung open, unable to close after taking his enormous cock, leaked arousal down her thighs, beckoning him.

Ezra's hand shot out, seized her hips, and dragged her back toward him.

Pulled along across the floor, Daisy offered a feeble resistance.

“No—don't, nnh……”

But the moment his crown rubbed against her twitching entrance, she came in an instant and shoved her hips back against him.

“Ahngh!”

At the sensation of his cock burying itself in one deep, sudden thrust, Daisy began to sob with want.

Sprawled across Ezra's utterly wrecked clothes, Daisy finally came back to herself. She ached all over. Her lower half was already a soggy, unpleasant mess of semen and arousal.

“Fuck.”

She stared blankly up at the ceiling.

And there it was—the Corruption Level, plummeted in a single stroke.