Chapter 3: Her Investment

[Warning R-18: This chapter includes scenes not suitable for young audiences. Reader discretion is advised.]

Tears streamed down Wenshi's face as she stood frozen, as she stared at their naked form, dumbfounded.

From the shadows, she watched—watched as the man she once called her mate reveled in his primal indulgence, too lost in his own desires to notice her. Or maybe he did. Maybe he saw her standing there, devastated, and simply did not care.

Her fingers curled and dug through her palms while trembling. A storm raged within her, one that demanded she tear through the filth before her, to shred them apart—until a sudden jolt of pain shot through her abdomen.

A sharp gasp escaped her lips as she clutched her belly. Only then did she realize her palms were bleeding and had stained the fabric when she held her protruding stomach.

"Baby..." she whimpered, slumping against the cold stone wall of the cave. Her body was shaking, but this time, not from rage. The realization struck like a dagger—she had almost lost herself. Almost endangered her precious child.

Damn it all.

"Why?" Her voice cracked and there was nothing but anguish in her voice. "W-Why is this happening to us?"

What had she done to deserve this?

"Nuru..." she sobbed silently, mentally spent. "Weren't we happy? Weren't you happy with me?"

"When did it all go wrong?" she covered her mouth to stop her hiccups from coming but the visible shaking of her shoulders was enough to tell how much she was suffering deeply.

A twisted, guttural moan yanked her attention back to the scene before her. Nuru's lips curled into a feral grin, oblivious to his wife's silent agony. Too focused on quenching his thirst.

Sweating profusely, he howled in ecstasy. His breath came in ragged gasps as his hands roamed freely, lost in the obscene act of the naked temptress unfolding before him.

"Ugh, you're dripping wet," he growled, slapping the flesh of the woman beneath him. The man's glowing eyes flickered with raw madness and desire, relishing the way she flinched before melting into his touch. "Tch, gripping my c*ck like you never want to let go. You're insatiable, female."

His eyes darkened with satisfaction as Yemane—a woman far too eager, far too shameless—gazed up at him with pure, unfiltered need.

A breathy gasp left her lips as he pinched her peaks.

"Fuck~"

She arched into him, her hands palming her bouncing chest as wicked thoughts filled her mind.

'Oh fuck! I hit the jackpot with this tiger bastard. Not only is he strong and devastatingly handsome, but he also carries a big load. He is by far the biggest, ugh, bigger than that lousy and incompetent Tar.'

A devilish smirk curved her lips as she reminisced about her previous encounter with the brown wolf—the second-in-command of the mountain pack she had been sent to by those meddlesome old fogeys of Saturn's council.

'Now that I'm pregnant with his cub, I can keep him bound—just like the wolf before him. As long as I can get them wrapped around my fingers, I'll be able to have force on my own and settle in a more comfortable place.'

In Yemane's eyes, the mountain is too cramped and distasteful for her. The city is where she belongs! Why must she be tossed in this godforsaken place while her sister is out there enjoying her life as a pampered princess?!

Yemane felt sour but she quickly masked her discontent with a sultry moan.

"Ah, so good! Ah~"

No matter what, she must pleasure this man until he can no longer live without her touch. With a powerful beast like him by her side, it won't be long until she leaves this daunting place full of bugs and mosquitoes!

"Oh, Nuru! Ugh," Yemane moaned shamelessly as if her insides were dancing with pleasure from every thrust hitting her spot. "Darling, you're treating my womb so well. Our baby… will be so happy with all the love you're pouring into me, ah fuck!"

In between her desperate moans and his hungry kisses, Wenshi who could hear them was left shaking and bewildered at the gloomy corner. The words sliced through Wenshi like a blade.

"They're... having a child?" Her breath hitched.

Then, what about her? What about her baby?!

At that moment, Wenshi felt her world finally collapse.

"Yemane," Nuru chuckled, still moving inside her, "you really are something. The women from Earth are on a different level. No wonder so many beastmen want to mate with you."

Yemane pouted, turning to face him without bothering to remove his rod from her body. She winced from turning but she barely flinched when she had faced him.

"Come on, you're not jealous, are you?" she teased, pressing a sultry kiss to his jaw. "I've been with you for almost two years now. If it weren't for my wolf cubs, I'd have given you little tigers long ago."

Nuru smirked, his fingers trailing down to explore her already used folds.

Felling his rough, callous fingers against her soaking walls without withdrawing his rock-hard pole, Yemane felt breathless and full. Her body jerked strongly as if something was tearing inside.

"Ahh! D-Darling—stop! Oh, shit!" she shouted dreadfully.

She clawed at his shoulders, caught between pain and pleasure. But she knew better than to fight him. She could only hold on, biting back her protests, waiting for the torment to pass and learn to embrace only the good part.

Once the waves of ecstasy subsided, she collapsed against his chest, gasping for breath.

'You shitty bastard!' she wanted to scream, but instead, the words that left her lips were feeble.

"You… bad boy," she panted acting a little coy.

Nuru let out a low satisfied growl, before gripping her chin roughly. His perky tongue dragged across her eyelids. The sensation was rough and abrasive, but she said nothing. She couldn't.

This was her investment. She couldn't afford to lose him!