Apocalypse Villainess Transmigrates Into The Beastworld With Debt

Caspian’s kiss was slow, heavy, and terrifyingly intimate, unlike the quick and desperate kisses back in the wasteland of her world. And then it was hot, like taking in the steam of a burning furnace.

He tasted like heat and smoke, his tongue forcing its way past her teeth with a possessiveness that made her skin crawl. It felt like he was trying to swallow her soul, not just kiss her.

Hana struggled for a second, her hands flat against his burning chest, before she realized she was wasting energy. This so-called primal bond was already making her head spin.

"Fine," she gasped, breaking the kiss just enough to breathe. "That’s enough. If you’re going to do it, just do it already. Stop wasting time."

Caspian pulled back slightly, his golden eyes dark with a dazed, hungry glow. A rough, arrogant chuckle vibrated in his throat.

He looked like he was under the influence of a drug. Was this a heat?

"Impatient, little female?" he said, his thumb brushing over her swollen lip. "Good. I feel the same."

He sat back on his heels, never letting go of her waist with his tail. And then, he pushed up the rough hide skirt he was wearing to expose his cock.

Hana looked down, expecting something human. Her eyes went wide, and her breath stopped in her throat as she saw the complete opposite.

"What the hell is that?" she whispered, her survival instincts screaming at her to run.

It was biologically impossible. It was a cock so massive, dark, and covered in strange, blunt ridges—like rows of smoothed-over scales or bumps that shimmered faintly. It didn’t look like anything a human woman was meant to survive.

She was sure even the beast women couldn’t survive it.

Her mind flashed to the zombies, to the radioactive ruins, to the worst things she’d ever seen. None of it had made her stomach drop quite like this.

"Is that... real?" she stammered, her voice losing its cold edge for the first time. She seriously considered the heart attack penalty. Maybe dying of a reset was better than being split in half from the inside by a lizard’s oversized monster cock.

Caspian saw her hesitation and leaned forward, his tail tightening its grip on her thigh, pinning her back down. "Don’t be afraid," he rumbled, though his tone was more predatory than comforting. "This is the only way to make sure the bond takes. You’ll be mine, through and through."

Hana closed her eyes and gripped the grass until her knuckles turned white. She forced the image of those strange bumps out of her head.

1,000 points, she told herself, her jaw locked tight. It’s just a transaction. It’s just for the points. I am a survivor. I am not dying in this green hell today.

"Just get on with it," she hissed through her teeth.

Caspian didn’t need to be told twice. He moved over her, a dark shadow that blotted out the sun.

"Then," his hands landed on her thigh, tracing down until his fingers hovered near her entrance and pushing her skirt up. "I shall take what is mine."

His words infuriated her, but she was too busy gritting her teeth and bracing herself for the damage that was about to be done to her insides.

Caspian positioned the tip of his cock over her entrance and rubbed it first, teasing her clit until she let out an involuntary sound, which she immediately covered up by scolding him.

"Don’t just play around and do it." Her words did not completely leave her lips when Caspian finally thrust the tip in, taking her by surprise.

The pain was sharp and sudden, a blunt force that felt like it was trying to reshape her from the inside out. Hana’s back arched off the grass, her fingers digging so deeply into the dirt that she felt the grit under her nails.

"Damn it," she hissed, her breath hitching as the sheer size of those ridges began to stretch her insides.

Caspian didn’t stop. How could he when the connection was already feeling so good?

His golden eyes were fixed on her face, watching her struggle with a mix of primal hunger and a strange, arrogant pride. He waited for a moment, letting her body adjust to the invasion of his cock, his tail twitching against her leg.

"Relax, little female," he groaned, his voice vibrating deep in his chest. "It only hurts until the bond fully snaps into place."

"Shut up," she snapped at him, though it came out as more of a gasp.

She focused on the sky above his shoulder. In her old world, she had survived being shot, being starved, and being hunted. She wasn’t going to let a dragon’s cock break her. She forced her muscles to loosen, treating the sensation like she treated a wound—something to be endured until the objective was met.

Caspian took her silence as an invitation. He gripped her hips with hands that felt like iron clamps and pushed deeper.

The blunt bumps on his cock caught against her, creating a friction that was unlike anything she had ever felt. It wasn’t just physical; it felt like a low-voltage current was passing through her nerves.

Every time he moved, the bond flared, sending waves of heat through her blood that made her head feel heavy.

She hated it. She hated how her body was reacting to him despite her mind’s refusal.

"Mine," Caspian rumbled, his pace picking up. His massive cock thrust in and out of her, defiling her insides and making sure to hit the deepest part that was capable of driving her crazy.

Because of this, Hana was having a hard time, and one sound slipped,

"Haaa—"

This made him proud, and the scales on his neck were glowing brighter now, a dull, pulsing orange that matched the frantic beat of his heart against her chest.

Hana bit her lip until she tasted blood, refusing to give him the satisfaction of another sound. She watched the air, waiting for the system to chime. The forest around them seemed to go silent, the only sound being the heavy, dragging breaths of the dragon and the rustle of the grass beneath them.

The burning friction and his weight were nearly too much to bear. Hana’s breath came in short, ragged gasps as she stared at his face twisted in lust, her fingers locked into the grass.

Caspian’s body suddenly went rigid. His obsidian scales flared with a brilliant, blinding orange light, and his heart hammered against her chest like a war drum.

"Little female, I’m going to spread my seeds inside you," he announced, and she shut her eyes.

"No need to—ahh—be a poet about it. Cum if you want, haaa—"

Then, he increased his pace, his thrusts getting heavier, and the grip of his tail around her waist hardening as he shoved even deeper to spill his seeds, groaning to the satisfaction of an ejaculation. And in that moment, his head dropped to her shoulder. It looked like he had collapsed, but he turned his head and buried his teeth into the curve of her neck.

She winced.

"Ow! You—!"

The bite wasn’t deep, but it sent a sharp, electric jolt through her entire nervous system. It felt like liquid fire was being injected into her veins, rushing from the wound on her neck down to her spine.

"Are you a dog? Why did you bite me?"