Every Beast Needs a Beauty

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

Chapter 2

She stomped her feet and strutted toward their lair ready to chastise the irresponsible feline.

However, as she walked toward it, a strange, unfamiliar scent hit her—a pungent, sharp odor that mixed with something that was unmistakably familiar assaulted her nose.

Something that belonged to Nuru and... a stranger?!

Suddenly, the unmistakable sound of a woman's voice, lewd and desperate, pierced the air.

"Darling, ah! Fuck me harder!"

"Yes, yes! Ah!"

The obscene moans and cries of another woman mingled with the wet, slapping sounds, filled the space with a suffocating heat.

Wenshi's step halted. Her body froze in place as if a cold bucket of water poured on her.

"What the..." Her pulse quickened as a cold dread gripped her heart. 

What the heck did she just hear? Did she perhaps turn deaf after not coming out to the surface for a long time?

"Baby, please tell Mama—am I hallucinating and hearing nasty voices, or is my stomach just playing tricks on me after not having a proper meal for so long?" Though she said that lightly, she could already feel a knot twisting in her stomach.

But before she could say another word, the same voice reverberated once more.

"Ah, ah! Nuru, my darling, you're so deep. Ahh! Fuck! I'm... ahng! I'm coming!" The woman's breath came in shallow, panicked gasps as if it was being chase by raging rhinos in a clearing.

Swiftly, the color of Wenshi's face turned from blue, pale, to red. It only halted when it turned a shade darker as if she was about to commit murder.

"Nuru? My Darling?!" Wenshi heaved deeply once, twice, and many times over as she repeated the woman's words with trembling lips. Her teeth chattered violently as her hands clenched into fists at her sides.

"That's a slutty woman's voice... calling my husband like a breeding sow. Nuru..." Somehow, his name felt disgusting in her mouth.

Wenshi's body swayed with a mixture of disbelief and fury. She didn't even recall dragging her feet forward. Because at that moment, her mind was already reeling and preoccupied with questions and perhaps killing intent as she found herself approaching the source of the noise.

The lair she once thought of as a sanctuary had been desecrated and was now a place of unbearable betrayal.

And then she saw it.

A strange woman with wavy red hair, arching her back in ecstasy. She was riding atop the man like a learned cowgirl. A tan muscular figure with a familiar huge scar on his broad chest.

Wenshi inhaled deeply.

The woman's face flushed with pleasure as she pounded on his bulging shaft, coming in and out as he pressed on her small waist to meet his thrust. 

He had this twisted, lecherous expression and hungry gaze while staring possessively at the woman. Wenshi could barely recognize it to be her husband's.

The image was a gut-wrenching shock to Wenshi. Her eyes locked onto her husband, who seemed oblivious to her presence, consumed by his own carnal indulgence. The woman's hands gripped Nuru's chest as she moved with shameless abandon.

Wenshi's stomach churned. In that brief moment that felt like an eternity of torture, her heart sank like a stone tossed in the ocean.

"Nu—Nuru...?" Her voice trembled with disbelief and pain. The sight before her was too much to bear and the words barely escaped her lips, "You…! You filthy bastard!"

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.