Chapter 33. All The Squirting Juices She Let Out... Changed Something For Her**

Chapter 33: 33. All The Squirting Juices She Let Out... Changed Something For Her**

Before I could even process the wetness coating my arm, Millie made her move. She didn’t just shift, but she pivoted her entire body with an animalistic urgency that caught me completely off guard by herself...

Wait a minute...

One moment she was pressed against my chest, and the next... she was straddling me face to face, her thighs clamping around my hips like a vise.

She threw her arms around my neck with enough force to stagger me, pulling my face to hers. Then she kissed me, and... fucking hell, I was surprised that it wasn’t the tender kiss from before.

This was a collision between our lips that caught me off guard. Her tongue invaded my mouth with a desperate, starving hunger, tasting of sweat and arousal.

It was deep, wet, and possessive, her teeth grazing my lower lip as she tried to swallow my very breath.

’Did I hit a switch or something...? But eh... in the end, all women tried to be on my level... so it’s fair.’

I let out a muffled grunt of surprise as my fingers remained buried deep inside her. The contact seemed to drive her into a frenzy.

As she kissed me, her internal muscles began to spasm around my fingers with terrifying strength. She wasn’t just responding to me anymore, but she was attacking me with her need.

"Mmmph... nnhhhngh!" The sounds she made against my lips were guttural, almost primal.

When she finally broke the kiss to gasp for air, I froze. The moonlight hit her face directly, and what I saw made my blood run cold and hot all at once.

Her pupils weren’t just dilated... I saw it with my eyes; it transformed.

In the center of those shimmering eyes, faint, glowing pink symbols—actual heart shapes—flickered in the iris. Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, and her expression was one of pure, unadulterated predatory need.

’Fuck,’ I thought, my heart hammering against my ribs. ’I know what this is... She’s in heat.’

’I remember it now... every animal or maybe beastwoman in this world has this thing called mating season.’

’But I think this is the mode that I accidentally pulled out...?’

I had heard rumors about bunnies in my world during their cycles, but I never believed them. I thought they were just more sensitive.

And yes... it’s probably the same with bunnykins.

But this? This was something else entirely.

She wasn’t just a girl who wanted sex... she was a creature driven by an ancient, biological imperative to breed.

Every nerve ending in her body was firing at once, and she was looking at me like I was the only source of salvation in a desert of need.

"Leon... ahhh... please... nngh... I can’t... I can’t think... fuck..." Her voice was a wrecked whisper, her hips grinding down against my hand with increasing aggression. "Make it stop... make it feel better... please!"

Seeing her like this beautiful, desperate beast snapped something inside me. The last of my restraint evaporated.

If she wanted the rabbit, I was going to give her the predator.

"You want it, Millie?" I growled, my voice dropping to a gravelly register that made her shiver violently. "You want me to push you over the edge?"

"YES! YES, GOD YES!" she screamed, her head tossing back, her bunny ears standing straight up, quivering.

I abandoned all pretense of gentleness. My fingers became weapons.

I drove them into her with rapid, punishing thrusts, finding that sensitive ridge over and over again. I could feel the wetness building up inside her, the pressure mounting with every stroke.

She was panting like a wounded animal, her claws leaving red furrows down my shoulders as she bucked against my hand.

"Ahh! Ahh! Leon! Leon, oh fuck... nngh... nnnaahhhnnn~!"

I watched her eyes, those maddening heart-shaped pupils dilating further as she neared the breaking point. I knew she was about to explode, and I wanted to witness the full spectacle.

I positioned my thumb precisely over her swollen clit, and just as I felt her internal muscles begin that telltale, rhythmic clenching that preceded a full climax.

I hooked my thumb hard.

I pulled and flicked her clit with deliberate, aggressive pressure while simultaneously driving my fingers deep inside her.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNN~!!!"

Millie’s scream was deafening, a high-pitched, shattering sound that seemed to vibrate the very air in the room. Her body went rigid as a board, her spine arching so far back I thought she might snap.

And then came the flood.

SQUIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!

It wasn’t just a squirt, but it was a dam breaking.

A powerful, pressurized fountain of fluid erupted from her, shooting upward and outward with such force that it drenched my chest and my stomach and soaked the already ruined mattress completely.

The liquid sprayed across the sheets in waves, a relentless torrent that seemed to come from her very core.

"Nnnngh! HAAAAH... AHHHH!" Her cries broke into incoherent whimpers as her orgasm tore through her.

Her hips continued to spasm uncontrollably, each convulsion triggering another burst of fluid.

I sat there, panting, covered in her arousal, watching her body collapse forward against me. The bed was a swamp beneath us, the sheets heavy and dripping.

Unlike Elsbeth... the wolfkin whose release was intense but contained. It’s different with Millie because it was an elemental force.

I feel like her body didn’t just climax, but it overflowed. It was messy, violent, and utterly intoxicating.

"Fuck, Millie..." I whispered, stroking her hair as she sobbed brokenly against my neck, her body still twitching from the aftershocks. "You’re fucking incredible."

She couldn’t even answer. She could only cling to me, her breathing ragged and wet, her body still slick with the evidence of her surrender.

The tension between us was no longer just sexual, but it was electric, charged with the raw, terrifying power of her mating cycle.

The real act hadn’t even begun, but we both knew we were both already drowning.

My patience hadn’t just worn thin... it had fucking incinerated. Watching Millie collapse against me, drenched in her own nectar, her body still twitching from that violent climax, was more than any man could endure.

My cock felt like it was made of molten iron, throbbing so violently that it was painful...

The cock was slick, coated in the sweet, warm evidence of her squirting, and the friction of it against my own thigh was driving me to the brink of madness.

’I can’t wait... I can’t wait for another goddamn second.’

’I think that’s enough juices... her pussy is probably watery right now... and it’s going to be slippery as fuck for my massive cock to go inside right away.’

"Millie... look at me," I growled, my voice barely recognizable as human.

I needed her to see me. And I needed to see those maddening heart-shaped eyes when I finally took her.

I reached down, gripping her waist with hands that refused to stop shaking. I lifted her slender body effortlessly, hoising her up until she was suspended between my thighs.

The wetness between us made her skin slide against mine with an obscene, squelching sound. I positioned her carefully, straddling my lap in a sitting position, so she could wrap her legs around my waist while we remained face to face.

I wanted to hold her... to feel her heartbeat against mine while I claimed her completely.

"Leon... ahhh... please... I need it... I need you now!" she begged, her voice cracking, her small hands clawing at my chest as if she could pull me inside her by force alone.

"I’ve got you, baby... I’ve got you," I whispered, though I knew I was lying; I had no control left. "Leave everything to me."

I guided the head of my cock to her entrance. She was so impossibly slick now, the aftermath of her squirting having turned her pussy into a flooded, velvety channel of pure lubricant.

As I began to lower her down, I braced myself to go slow, expecting resistance and expecting the careful inch-by-inch approach we had practiced moments before.

But the resistance never came.

"Oh god—" The words died in my throat as she sank down.

Because of her heat, her body seemed to have transformed. Her pussy wasn’t just wet, but... it felt elastic, hyperextended by her arousal, stretching to accommodate my massive girth with terrifying ease.

I didn’t just try to slide it because I wanted to... my instinct took over for a second until I plunged.

The slickness acted like a lubricant of divine proportions, allowing my cock to shoot past the entrance in one fluid, devastating motion.

And I didn’t stop at the entrance.

I buried myself to the hilt in one single, unstoppable thrust.

"GYAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Millie’s scream wasn’t just a sound... it was a physical force that seemed to shatter the air. Her head snapped backward so violently I thought her neck would break, her spine arching into a perfect, painful crescent.

Her mouth fell open in a silent gasp before her tongue lolled out past her lips, uncontrolled and seeking air she couldn’t catch.

I had gone too far again, fuck!

I had hit something in the very mouth of her womb. The impact was so deep, so direct, that it felt like I had pierced through to her very soul.

"Millie! Fuck, Millie, I’m sorry—" I gasped, my own pleasure mixing with a surge of protective terror. "Did... I did. Did I hurt you too bad?"

But she couldn’t answer.

’Fuck...! I can’t control myself at this point...! I have to fuck her without having to think about her...!’