My Beastly Husband

Moussa became even tighter because of the tension and pain there. After half a day of tossing and turning, only a third of the rod was swallowed down, making Chelsea impatient.
He pressed her waist and pushed down. A “puff” sound was heard. Finally, the tip reached the far end.

“Ah …” Moussa threw back her head and let out a long moan. Her soft hands clenched into fists that her nails almost buried in her skin. It really was too painful. Even after being tormented by him like this night after night, she was still in pain.
But that was not all. As soon as Moussa had taken a little breather, Chelsea rolled over and pinned her down. He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, grabbed her by the waist, and he pushed it in as hard as he could. Hmm, finally, he completely entered inside. He felt comfortable and moaned.

At this moment, Moussa could not make a sound. The only thing she could do was to hold on to the animal skin underneath her. The woman’s body arched up to survive the pain. He had already penetrated her flower, and the entire length was pushed in. Although it was not the first time she had been entered, she almost fainted from the pain.

Not waiting for Moussa to adapt fully, Chelsea began to thrust it impatiently. One after another, he stabbed her hard to the deepest part. Moussa’s knuckles turned white, throwing back her head and her waist held back by him, preventing her from moving up. He did it again and pushed it back in even harder. Her body was being rammed in and out as she trembled and tightened. From time to time, he stabbed her at the most unbearable point.
It had been almost a month since Moussa arrived in this beast world. Ever since she was thrown to Chelsea as a companion, she had dreaded the night’s arrival.

During the daytime, Chelsea treated her fairly well. He would give her what she wanted. But once the night came, he was a completely different person when he got into bed. He was very aggressive and fierce in tormenting her, ignoring her pleas and resistance.

Since she was a child, she was an orphan, growing up in an orphanage without a father or mother. So she was looking forward to having a home of her own. But a month ago, she witnessed her fiancé and her best friend having an affair in her house. On her wedding bed, he was entangled with her best friend. She was utterly devastated and lost all faith in life.
She ran away from her house, and she didn’t know how long she ran. She arrived at a cliff, from which she jumped to end her life. But she didn’t know how, when she woke up again, she ended in this place.

It took her a week to figure out that this was a different world,  a world of beasts, where there were no males and females. The ones who could transform into beasts were males and those who could not were females. The females here also had male organs, so you could say that this was a male world. And yet, she was the only one who was so different from the female.

The beast that saved her was a lion. The elders of the tribe also got some animal skins from nowhere, saying that she looked exactly the same as the female on it. He said she had the best reproductive ability and could bear the strongest male and female with the greatest fertility. So she had to be given to the clan leader. The bravest white lion of the clan, Chelsea, should be her partner to give birth to the strongest next generation.
Originally, Chelsea had already chosen a partner and was just about to hold a ceremony. But to give birth to the strongest offspring of the clan, he had to choose her as his partner. For the sake of survival, she had to agree to it.

So her union with Chelsea could not be described as a grieving couple, but neither could it be described as loving.

Chelsea treated her with care but not love. The only thing was that at night, he became particularly rough in such matters. She was not sure if he was originally like this or had a grievance in his heart to vent it on her.