Chapter 1120

“...Ugh...”

Ah—his open mouth froze, unable to release any sound. His mind went white, and a flash exploded before his eyes. The fullness that now pressed from beneath his navel to the top of his stomach left no gap, no emptiness—only overwhelming satisfaction and a monstrous pleasure that defied comprehension or origin. Each alone was too much to bear, but both together struck with earth-shattering force.

It was only after a long moment that Yuder, blinking back to awareness, realized his stomach, chest, face, and even his hair were covered in white liquid. He must have released it the moment he’d been pierced, but he didn’t even remember doing so.

It didn’t... hurt...

He had taken it in so easily—something that had often felt overwhelming before, even when slower. He couldn’t believe it, even as the sensation lingered inside him.

He felt breathless, as though the thing pressing up inside him had reached all the way to his sternum. Every time he gasped, he could feel its mass pressing more clearly. A chill tingled through the back of his skull.

Just as he reached down to feel his own stomach—

The man who had been waiting patiently for him to recover suddenly gripped Yuder’s thighs beneath the knees, pulling them up and back as he thrust his hips away.

“Hah...”

As the length pulled out from between his legs, his previously bulging belly felt like it was flattening. Yuder’s hands twitched, paralyzed by the sensation.

And immediately—

Thump.

Something slammed deep within him again. The furthest depths, far beyond where any finger could reach, were pushed and struck with such force that stars flashed across his vision.

Yuder gave up trying to touch his stomach and wrapped his arms around the man’s neck instead. His skin, flushed with heat and sweat from rut, burned under Yuder’s touch. Like a beast indulging a gentle cuddle, Kishiar lowered himself and nipped at the tip of Yuder’s nose. Then, with a satisfied breath, he drove himself deeper—and began to move in earnest.

The bed groaned, swaying under the force. It felt as if the entire world was trembling. With his body folded and now wrapped tightly in a hold, Yuder could barely breathe—but the stifling pressure didn’t interfere with the pleasure.

In fact... being breathless only made it feel better.

“Haa... Hh—hngh... Hh—ha...!”

With every thrust, the thing inside him would pull halfway out—making Yuder’s body follow upward instinctively—only to slam back down again, burying into the mattress. He gasped between movements, trembling with ecstasy. The inner walls, initially stunned and tight with shock, were slowly beginning to yield again—softening, melting in sync with his breath.

From where he lay, he couldn’t avoid seeing how closely he clung to Kishiar inside—how snugly his body sucked him in.

Flushed cheeks, lips curled in a smile—the man radiated joy and satisfaction through every inch of his body. Kishiar had always looked happy when they were joined, but never this raw, this open—like a child expressing pure emotion.

And those eyes—never looking away, tracking every single reaction—not out of calculation or control, but as if completely captivated. Like he physically couldn’t stop watching.

As though he were gazing at the most obscene, most delicious thing in the world.

As though it was maddening that he couldn’t devour it whole.

As though Yuder was the only god in the world capable of giving him joy and pleasure.

“Uhh—ahh, aah!”

He couldn’t control the sounds pouring from his mouth. His body twisted, his neck thrown back. When his inner walls clenched in spasms, the thing buried inside him responded with a throb—and heat bloomed from within.

Though slick long before, there was no mistaking what this was: Kishiar’s first climax.

“Ugh... Ah—ah...?”

Yuder thought he might stop for a moment—but he was wrong.

Even as he released, the man didn’t slow down for a second. Yuder’s moans turned ragged as Kishiar continued to thrust, drilling into places even deeper with new smoothness and sharpness. The excess seed smeared across them both, bubbling at the point where they met. Those bubbles popped and reformed again and again with each movement—and just the soft wet feel of them bursting was enough to send Yuder into yet another climax.

Heat flooded him every time he gasped. The wet, squelching sound of their bodies slapping, the heat of Kishiar’s breath—it was dizzying. His scent, now more potent than ever, clung to everything—saturating Yuder’s hair, his pores, his very brain.

The cum stayed inside, but the scent—unleashed and wild—invaded everything.

It moved with the same rhythm as Kishiar’s hips, ravaging Yuder from the inside and out. Nothing he had felt at Peleta could compare to this. And all he could do in response was hold on, overwhelmed by a pleasure beyond words.

Yuder moaned again, a broken voice escaping as he climaxed once more. He had no idea when each one ended or began anymore—it just kept happening, over and over.

If this keeps going... at this angle... I really might—

Before Kishiar’s rut ended, Yuder’s own might begin. He had to change positions—get even a sliver of autonomy back. Gasping for breath, Yuder grabbed Kishiar’s face.

“...Ah...”

There wasn’t even time to ask for a kiss. He simply parted his lips—and thankfully, Kishiar understood. He hesitated briefly, then ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) leaned down and kissed him.

As their tongues met, Yuder twisted his hips, tearing at the sheets. He managed to shift sideways, lower one leg, and almost escaped that folded position—until Kishiar, misunderstanding the movement as an attempt to pull away, wrapped his arms around him tightly.

A new angle.

A deep thrust.

White flashed before Yuder’s eyes again.

“Hahh—ahh—hngh...!”

Crying out from unbearable pleasure, he doubled over and came again, gripping his lower belly.

As his trembling inner walls began to loosen, Kishiar slid a hand under his bent knee and pulled it back up.

The bed screamed in protest as he started thrusting once more.

“Aah—ah—ugh—ah!”

Even with one leg down, the other remained pinned. He might not have been folded completely anymore, but the depth was the same—if not worse. With both legs twisted like scissors, it felt like places he hadn’t even known existed were being ravaged.

New sensations—overwhelming and inescapable—pounded through him. Kishiar’s flexible body moved like a bow, tightening their union with every motion. Yuder clung to the pillar of an arm planted beside his head, sinking again into the endless tide of ecstasy.

At least now, with one leg down... I’ll have a little more room to move. And—he’ll have to sleep eventually, even in rut...

In Yuder’s memory, those in rut didn’t sleep or eat—but that didn’t mean they never slept. He remembered snatches of short naps taken during previous ruts, and longer sleep as they neared the end. Kishiar had used that time to bring food and regain composure.

Yuder could do the same—if his guess about Kishiar’s cycle was correct.

Of course, that was assuming Kishiar’s rut functioned like his own...

But Yuder didn’t have the luxury of thinking that far ahead.

—

“Ah...”

A blink.

He hadn’t even realized he’d fallen asleep.

And immediately—he was speared by a pleasure so sharp it melted his mind into white static again.

“Hhh—ugh... ha...?”

His lower body felt numb. Of course, it wasn’t—but after being used for so long solely as a site of pleasure, it only felt like it had stopped functioning.

Yuder nuzzled his face against the warmth of a hand spreading his rear, moaning, and forced his head up. He was lying sprawled atop Kishiar, legs parted and draped over him.

When their eyes met, that flushed face smiled as if it had been waiting for him to wake.

He’s... still going.

Something Kishiar would never do under normal circumstances.

This truly was his instinct at work—no reason, no thought.

The moment Yuder stirred, those hands gripping his ass tightened. Their slick, soaked bodies slipped, swallowed, and spat him out over and over—never tiring, never dulling. Even after so much, the pleasure remained razor-sharp, more intense with every movement.

“Hhhnn...”

He bit his lip, moaning, and lowered his head again. Beneath his cheek, pressed to Kishiar’s chest, he heard the wild pounding of a heart.

That’s probably what made me fall asleep...

He had always found peace in listening to Kishiar’s heartbeat. That hadn’t changed.

Yuder might have been affected by his partner’s rut—his appetite and body functions slowed—but he wasn’t in rut himself yet. He still needed food. Still needed rest.

He looked up at Kishiar.

No sleepiness.

Just that same wild, burning desire.

Then—those hips bucked, and again, Kishiar climaxed.

“Hngh—ugh—ah... ha...”

Hot fluid filled him again, leaking in thin streams as the space inside overflowed. It happened simply because there was just too much inside him now.

Yuder exhaled a deep, instinctive breath of satisfaction and closed his eyes for a moment.

At least now, Kishiar didn’t keep thrusting as he came. A brief pause. A rare window.

Yuder swept back his sweat-drenched hair and pushed himself upright.

Now, maybe...

But before he could climb off, Kishiar reached out and grabbed his arm. He tilted his head, not with lust, but as if curious. He didn’t seem about to act again.

Yuder cleared his throat, signaling silently.

“...I’m going to drink some water. Please wait here a moment.”

The hand let go.

Slowly, Yuder rose, separating their bodies. As the swollen head slipped from his entrance, he paused—just for a moment—but when it popped free, liquid gushed from inside him.

Once, twice—silent, then again. He could feel just how deeply it had pooled inside him with every shift, but he didn’t care. He made his way to the table for water.

My knees... feel weak.

To feel that after all his training—his incredibly honed stamina—meant his body had been pushed to its very limit. He made a mental note to increase his basic conditioning as he drank. Even his grip felt weak, and the water dribbled past his lips.

Clicking his tongue, he raised his hand to wipe it—

—and then...

A hand slid over his back, pulling him into an embrace saturated with scent and heat.