Chapter 218

Siron had no time to rise before a downward pull and the thrust from below pierced him through.

“Hhhahhh!”

His hole stretched so suddenly it felt like the flesh would tear apart. Yet once he swallowed the thickest part of the shaft, the pain eased somewhat. Still, the crushing weight of that massive cock pressed on him, and Siron grabbed Baekgyeong’s thighs, trying to stop it from sinking deeper.

“M-me. I’ll do it—haaagh!”

“At that pace? Forget it.”

Baekgyeong slammed up into him, shoving halfway inside.

Siron gasped like he was about to choke, his ass muscles clamping down tight. The cock slipped back an inch then plunged in at a different angle, driving into a place he hadn’t expected at all.

“Wait, ahh—wa, wait, not—ahhhk!”

Each thrust forced the wrinkled inner walls open brutally wide. The abrupt expansion made Siron nearly lose his mind. And then, the blunt glans mashed against the tight, elastic donut of his cervix, pressing in hard—his nape stiffened with a jolt.

“Ahh, ...hahh, ...aaahhhk!”

It was like his whole belly was being battered from the inside. Pain and hateful pleasure mingled into screams that ripped out of him. Baekgyeong froze, startled, studying his reaction. Siron’s face was twisted in pain, but the rigid cock was dripping clear sticky fluid. Seeing that he wasn’t feeling only pain, Baekgyeong’s expression softened into a strange relief.

“You okay?”

“Hhhahh, no, I’m, not okay.”

The pressure was so immense Siron instinctively glanced down at his stomach. His lower belly bulged outward so visibly the flat line was deformed.

“My, m-my belly, it’s sticking—haaahh!”

“Is it?”

Baekgyeong casually grabbed the swelling, kneading it. Siron’s head blared red warning lights. It felt like his guts and organs were being molded in Baekgyeong’s fist.

The shock of stimulation that struck from inside and out made Siron pant frantically—hahh, hahh, hahh—like he was on the verge of hyperventilating. His slick hole overflowed like a leaking faucet under water pressure, juices and pheromones pouring out.

“Didn’t you say no pheromones?”

Baekgyeong lifted his torso to face him.

“Ahh, Siron, you’re too tight.”

The crushing clamp threatened to snap his cock. Baekgyeong let pheromones seep out without meaning to. Siron’s rigid body slowly softened, the savage choke loosening into rhythmic contractions, pulsing like a heartbeat. Baekgyeong kneaded the bulge in his belly in the same rhythm.

“Ahh! Hhhngh, don’t—don’t do that!”

“Haahh, Siron, I’m losing it.”

He swallowed, desperate, kissing Siron’s collarbone with ragged pleading.

“You’re too damn obscene. Haahh, keep squeezing me.”

“Not there—hhh, touch, somewhere else.”

“Where?”

“M-my cock. Nngh, touch it.”

Siron’s tongue was loose, babbling like an idiot. Baekgyeong chuckled, sliding his hand down his belly. Beneath the soft flesh was the shaft buried deep, pressing from inside—so vivid he could feel the division of flesh against flesh.

“I don’t want to touch your cock. It’ll just look like I made you cum by grinding against you. Tell me something else.”

“B-bastard.”

Straining, Siron croaked, “M-my nipples... touch them.”

Baekgyeong laughed, kneeling so Siron sat squarely on his cock, then took his nipples between his fingers and tugged gently. Nerves pulled from deep in his chest sparked pleasure, and Siron moaned in helpless gasps.

“Hhhn, ahh, haaah.”

“Your nipples got bigger.”

“No they didn’t! Ahh, hnngh, no, they didn’t.”

“Feels like there’s more flesh here too.”

He pinched the surrounding skin so the buds jutted out, twisting them slowly side to side. Siron hunched from the ticklish, uncanny sensation, then broke, jerking his hips wildly.

“You asked me to touch your nipples. If you keep jerking like that, how can I?”

“Ahh, hhh, ahhh!”

Unable to bear it, Siron slapped his hands away. Baekgyeong gladly replaced them with a firm grip on his waist, lifting and dropping him again and again. The blunt head slammed against his cervix repeatedly, making him shriek, trying to rise.

But Baekgyeong didn’t stop. He followed him up, ramming in, grinding the same spot over and over. Siron’s strength gave out, collapsing onto the sheets, thrashing his head. The strange, awkward pleasure pressed from a place he could never grow used to.

The thick cockhead flattened, pounding some hidden threshold inside him, making him feel like he’d spill over. It was more than sensation—it shook the axis of his being.

What was this edge of physical limit, this hidden gate? What was the dull throbbing that welled up from inside his inner depths?

But thought broke off as the pleasure stacked higher, bleaching his mind blank. His mouth fell open in feral groans.

“No—hh, nooo, hhhah, move, back, in back—”

“Back?”

“N-not there, nghh, in back, hhh, ahh, ahhhk!”

“Here?”

Baekgyeong pulled out slowly, lowered his angle, and rammed straight into his ass. The cock speared to the root, burrowing up into his colon. The tight ring clamped viciously, like it wanted to snap the shaft off, to devour a piece of him whole.

Siron shook violently, climaxing without even a scream. But Baekgyeong refused to let him linger at some mild orgasm. He wanted to tear his body and mind apart with unbearable pleasure. With every thrust, juices foamed at the base of his cock, coating the entrance in sticky froth as he plunged deeper, rougher.

Again, the burning-hot inner canal swallowed him down.

“Not there, nooo!”

Siron shrieked. Baekgyeong pinned his belly down and pounded faster. Beneath the canal, his prostate; above, his bladder—both crushed mercilessly, waves of overwhelming sensation crashing over him. Worst of all, the blunt pounding at the narrow end, smashing a stoppered gate, made him writhe in disgust and helplessness.

With every thrust, the glans and the dimpled mouth of his cervix ground together wetly. Sticky, viscous fluid streamed from his walls. Each time the shaft pulled out, juices spurted free. Siron twisted, sobbing, trembling.

Baekgyeong gazed in rapture at the soaked sheets, the trembling spread legs. Right now, Yoon Siron was a feast laid out for him alone. Hunger and thirst consumed him. Grinding his glans at the twitching hole, he steadied his breath, then climbed over him again.

Perched on his ass, he slammed straight down, cock driving in vertical strokes. Each plunge slipped out, only to ram back to the hilt. It sank deeper than ever, contorting Siron’s body, making him claw the blanket in destruction.

At last, after endless thrusts, Baekgyeong drove through to the end, hammering up the cervix, and came inside. His knot swelled, unmatched even to rut season, locking him in and dragging Siron into wretched sobs.

Siron drifted into shallow sleep but woke to a heavy swelling in his belly—his bladder screaming to be emptied. Behind him, Baekgyeong’s breathing was long and low, arms wrapped around him, sound asleep.

If not for the urgent pressure, Siron would have buried himself under the blanket forever. But the stimulation—hours of pounding against his prostate and bladder—left him unable to hold it in.

Only after becoming an omega had he realized sex could be driven to the point of blackout. Yesterday had been exactly that.

He rose, shuffled to the bathroom, relieved himself, then pulled on discarded clothes. His ass ached with every step, but he had to check something. Quietly, he shut the door and stepped out.

It was early dawn. Twelve hours had passed since Isaac was shot with a tranquilizer; he should be waking soon.

In the guest room, Isaac slept. The hallway light faintly lit his defenseless face. Like Baekgyeong, he looked worn from the long journey, breathing slow and even.

And still, pheromones leaked faintly from him. Even with the suppressant injection, rut still clung to him.

Siron, body hypersensitive after sex with Baekgyeong, felt the sting of Isaac’s pheromones acutely. A little longer exposure, and it would be trouble. He was about to close the door quickly when a presence loomed behind him.

“Ahh! Shit, you scared me.”

He flinched, startled, only to see Baekgyeong’s annoyed face.

“What are you so jumpy about?”

Baekgyeong brushed past him, pushing open the door. Inside, Isaac’s pheromones pooled. Not the crushing force of rut at its peak, but enough to irritate Baekgyeong—and enough to affect Siron.

“What the hell, his rut’s not over yet.”