Chapter 27: Past Wounds (3)

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Viviana fidgeted, as if Alto’s words to stay still only made her more aware of herself. His large hands held hers gently, and with deliberate care, he slowly kissed her hand, from her fingertips to the back of her hand.

“Ah.”

Viviana, who hadn’t expected contact so soon, blushed and blinked her wide eyes in surprise. After taking her hand, Alto’s next move was to grip her soft, rounded shoulder.

When he touched her shoulders, loosely covered by Alto’s large shirt, the oversized garment rustled as it shifted.

He wanted to remove the shirt and touch her bare skin, but the red marks, visible even through the fabric, still made him uneasy. Instead of unbuttoning the shirt, Alto cupped her full breasts over the fabric.

Feeling the softness of her breasts through the shirt made it even more tantalising.

“Alto.”

Her red lips called his name. Alto pressed his lips to hers, their breaths tangling at once. As he sucked on her lips, he naturally pushed her body down. Then he grasped her plump thighs and spread them apart.

Since she wasn’t wearing underwear, her legs spread, and her red pussy peeked open. Alto’s thick fingers slipped inside, as if soothing her. Ever since they had first joined their bodies, the hole, always damp with moisture, quickly swallowed his fingers.

When he pushed his fingers into her bumpy inner walls, her slender waist arched slightly upward. At the way her body writhed in his arms, Alto’s eyes curved in satisfaction. Only then did Alto finally end the long kiss and pull his lips away. He pressed soft kisses along her chin, her slender nape, and over her shirt where her nipples strained against the fabric, before moving downward.

Viviana lay back with her legs spread, and Alto positioned himself between them, his gaze fixed on her. Her face burned crimson with embarrassment, as red as a tomato, while the lips that had just shared a kiss dried from the tension.

Alto circled a finger inside her once, then lowered his head to press his mouth against her pussy.

“Al-Alto!”

The moment he sucked on her clit, Viviana’s hips jolted. In the process, her clit scraped sharply against his fangs.

“Ah!”

The line between sharp pain and pleasure was razor-thin. Startled by the sensation, her inner walls clenched tightly around his finger. Alto continued to suck on her clit while curling his finger inside, tapping and scraping the area closest to it.

"W-wait a moment! This is too much stimulation… ah!"

She clearly didn’t know what to do with herself because she was overwhelmed by the pleasure. Worried that she might hurt herself, Alto withdrew his finger from the hole and pressed his palm firmly against her abdomen.

“Please stay still.”

“B-but…”

Viviana whimpered, unsure of what to do. But her cheeks were beautifully flushed with a rosy colour. Her face clearly revealed just how excited she was. 

Alto buried his face in her pussy again. This time, he slid his tongue into her opening and twisted her clit with his fingers.

Though she whimpered, she didn’t squirm as much as before, perhaps mindful of his earlier warning. Tart, nectar-like fluids flowed from her, and as his tongue licked the inner walls, her lower body throbbed.

Viviana preferred rough, forceful sex, but Alto favoured slow, gentle intimacy. As her opening gradually softened and became more yielding, as if she had finally granted him permission, he felt a warm heaviness in his chest.

‘I was startled earlier.’

He never expected such a timid woman to thrash and lunge at him so fiercely while his head was in the sink. Then, claiming she would confront his grandfather on his behalf, she vented her anger as if it were her own matter. 

A wave of affection filled his chest. As he recalled, one by one, the reasons he loved Viviana, the tongue that had been flicking in her opening gradually grew longer. His teeth grew sharper, and the skin on his hands grew even thicker.

‘Ah.’

He was becoming overly excited.

“Nnngh...”

Viviana twisted her hips, feeling the lengthened tongue. Alto only relaxed once he confirmed there was no trace of disgust on her face.

Even though she didn’t dislike him when he transformed into a wolf, he couldn’t help but constantly be cautious. The thoughts etched into his body from long years of abuse would unconsciously flare up.

‘I’m glad Viviana enjoys it. And I’m glad she’s so tolerant of a werewolf…’

Once again, he should thank the maid for recommending the novel where the male protagonist was a werewolf.

Feeling reassured, Alto probed deeper inside her. His long tongue poked at her cervix, and Viviana forgot her promise to stay still, lifting and arching her hips.

"Too deep… It’s too deep, Alto!"

It felt like praise, encouraging him to try even harder. Reassured again, Alto sucked harder inside her, the loud slurping of her juices filling the air. When his sharp nails pricked her clit, Viviana’s hips arched perfectly as she reached her climax.

“Aah!”

Clear liquid flowed freely. Unable to endure the intense stimulation, she squirted. Even after Alto pulled his wet lips away, her hips continued to twitch and buck intermittently, expelling more fluid.

Wiping her fluids from his hand, Alto flipped her over. Even though she didn’t seem uncomfortable with his beastly form, he still preferred not to show it. Moreover, his transformed cock was much longer and sharper than a human’s, making the missionary position awkward.

Alto grabbed her limp hips, lifted them, and thrust his cock inside her.

“Aah!”

As his long canine cock struck her cervix in a single thrust, Viviana’s body thrashed about violently again. Alto pounded into her at full speed right from the start, each relentless stroke slamming deep inside her. Unable to support herself, she buried her face into the sheets, her body shuddering uncontrollably.

“Anng! Ah! Nngh!”

Unlike the rounded, firm human glans she was used to, the one he had in his beast form was sharp and elongated like a pencil, jabbing at her cervix as if trying to pry it open. Every time it buried itself to the hilt, a searing, tingling pain pulsed deep within her abdomen.

At some point, Viviana realised she was even enjoying the pain.

‘How can it feel this good?’

It was definitely painful, sharp and irritating, but even that felt good. A tingling sensation, like electricity running up her spine, coursed through her entire body.

“Aang!”

Her body, still riding the high of climax, reached another peak almost immediately. Her fully aroused inner walls clenched tightly around his member. Alto, too, let out a low groan as he came.

“Ugh.”

Just as even the shape of his cock seemed to change, the amount of semen he released inside her was far greater. His body, heated past feverish, wrapped her tightly from behind. Viviana, who had been gasping for breath, tensed up all over again.

“Heog!”

The knotting began, his cock swelling round like a ball.

‘It hurts!’

Since Alto still disliked revealing his wolf form, experiences like this, where his cock swelled inside her, were rare. Her flat stomach rounded out as if it had swallowed a lot of water. A primal fear that her belly might burst surged instinctively.

As if to soothe Viviana, Alto pulled her into his arms, pressing kisses across her body. He licked her nape and lightly nipped her shoulders, making her giggle at the ticklish sensation.

As their lingering intimacy continued, his cock gradually softened, and Alto’s body fully returned to human form. Fiddling with the shirt covering his chest, Alto muttered to himself.

“As expected, there’s nothing good about this. I want to keep thrusting, but the knot forms right away.”

Viviana might enjoy creative experimentations, but still couldn’t bring herself to suggest moving while knotted. She felt a primal fear that if they actually tried, her stomach might tear.

But it wouldn’t be difficult to go again. His cock was still standing firm.

"Can’t we just do it again?"

“Viviana?”

Viviana braced her core and rocked her hips back and forth. The motion was shallow compared to Alto’s, but it was enough to stimulate him.

Between her pale buttocks, the dark red tip of his cock briefly appeared, then slipped away. Viviana kept moving, teasing and provoking Alto.

“Don’t tell me you’re completely spent after just one round? I could live with a werewolf husband, but not with one who has no strength… ah!”

Alto grabbed her hips and pulled, thrusting forcefully so that it made a sharp smack. Viviana’s waist arched like a bow as her sensitive spot was struck directly. Holding her hips firmly with both hands, Alto bit his lip.

“You provoked me.”

It was exactly what she wanted. Viviana’s whole body shook as she cried out in joyful ecstasy.

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The aged Duke of Fortuna lifted his eyelids. Though his vision had long since dimmed with age, now being no different from that of any ordinary person, his sensitivity to even the slightest presence remained as keen as ever.

From the darkness where Duke Fortuna’s gaze had settled, Alto emerged as if materialising from the shadows.

“Grandfather.”

The Duke’s face showed no expression as he looked at his grandson, whose features were so much like his own. They had never been particularly close, but since Alto had grown closer to his formerly distant fiancée, a subtle distance had formed between him and the Duke. This was partly because Alto had come to know the joys of genuine human interaction.

The Duke scoffed.

“What’s the matter at this hour? Have you come to confront me?”

Alto regarded his grandfather with dry, expressionless eyes.

Was he here to confront him? That was partly true. No matter how much time passed, the past, the memory of when he was tied up and beaten by him would never be forgotten.

"For a long time, just as you said, I believed I was a filthy, repulsive being. I believed without question that I had to hide myself in order to be loved. But after meeting someone who truly loves me, for the first time, I found myself pitying you."

But he couldn’t just get angry blindly. He wondered what his grandfather’s heart must have been like… Alto’s feelings were too tangled to simply resent him for what had happened.

The Duke’s face twisted at Alto’s words.

“You dare pity me? A mere twenty-year-old brat?”

“Since you acted with me in mind in your own way, I won’t ask you to apologise.”

"Then why are you saying that in front of me? Are you trying to provoke me?"

Genuinely curious, the Duke raised his wrinkled eyes. Alto’s answer was calm.

“Grandfather, I just wanted to let you know that you were wrong.”

Those words flipped Duke Fortuna’s mood. The duke, who had been sitting fairly calmly, gripped the armrest in a surge of rage and shouted.

“Arrogant brat. Do you even know who placed that so-called ‘true love’ by your side? If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have even met her in the first place!”

It was true. After all, even Viviana was a girl Duke Fortuna had brought to be Alto's fiancée. The Duke whipped his head around and spoke.

“I still don’t regret a single thing. If there’s one thing I do regret, it’s this: I should have chosen and trained your mother as well, just like I did with Viviana.”

“Grandfather.”

But could it really be said that it was all thanks to him?”

‘If we had continued our relationship without speaking the truth, we would have eventually ended up like my parents, with the relationship falling apart.’

Until he revealed that he was a werewolf, Viviana had not been happy at all. And neither had he. How long could such a relationship have truly lasted?

Alto had a hunch that it wouldn’t have lasted very long. And once he realised that, he began to see his parents in a new light.

“Did Mother really take her own life because Father was a werewolf?”

"Then what do you mean? Are you going to claim that I killed your mother, too?"

"As a child, I probably had even less self-control than I do now. My fur must always have been fluffy and unkempt. Grandfather, you likely tried not to show that side of me to Mother."

"Yeah. So what’s your point?"

"Could it be that she took her own life because of that?"

If he were to dare guess the despair of his mother, whom he knew only through her portrait, it might have been something like this.

"With her husband hiding some secret and not giving her a proper explanation, and then even losing the child she had struggled so hard to have, everything must have felt utterly hopeless."

"What an arrogant brat."

"Of course, all of this is just speculation. Since I can’t meet her, I can’t know her true feelings."

Just as his grandfather had thought, when she actually saw the furry little Alto, she might have sunk into even greater despair, believing she had given birth to a monster.

However.

‘Couldn't it have been otherwise?’

In the end, it was all mere conjecture. Duke Fortuna ground his teeth before closing his eyes wearily and sinking back into his chair.

"Get lost, you arrogant brat."

Alto lowered his head and stepped out of the room.

'In the end, nothing of substance was said. And nothing was heard.’

But strangely, Alto’s heart felt light.

Alto stood for a moment outside his grandfather’s door, rubbing his face, before he started walking again. His destination was none other than his own room. He took a slow, deep breath, then opened the door. Inside, Viviana was fast asleep, her breathing gentle and even.

Since he had ejaculated deep inside her just moments ago, his scent lingered throughout her body. It was only then that a strange sense of warmth filled his heart. Careful not to wake her, Alto gently lay down beside her on the bed.

“Mmm.”

At that moment, Viviana, still half-asleep, naturally snuggled into his arms.

“...”

He had never known that such happiness existed.

The happiness of closing his eyes in the same bed as the one he loved.

For a moment, Alto looked down at Viviana with trembling eyes, then slowly kissed her forehead. He pulled her close and held her tightly.

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