Chapter 244

"It hurts! H—hnn, don’t, ah!"

Siron cried out, sure his belly might burst. It wasn’t quite on par with a rut-cycle knot, but the bulk was enough that his lower abdomen bulged visibly. No matter how wide he tried to force himself, slipping out before the knot went down seemed impossible.

Heat flooded his gut as Baekgyeong’s cum poured into him. The alpha pheromones mixed in soaked his mucosa like a bombardment and set his blood on fire. His heartbeat kicked so hard it felt like his heart was pounding in his ears.

Desperate to shake the maddening sensations, Siron clawed at Isaac’s thigh, at the sheets, at anything his fingers could seize—and then looked up at Isaac as if begging to be freed from a trap. In that instant, the focus vanished from Siron’s eyes. A surge of massive pleasure swallowed him whole and pulled him under.

"Hhh... nnngh... haa, haah... hhuuuh, haa—haaah."

Moans spilled of their own accord—round, lewd trills he could hardly believe were his.

It was shameless, explicit sex. Isaac, wiping the tears that slid down Siron’s vacant face, thought as much.

Mating was the apex of reproduction and a blank in survival. In that moment, reproduction took precedence over survival, opening a blind spot to the enemy’s approach. Sensation fixed on pleasure couldn’t register the periphery, and posture locked the body into place.

Reproductive season.

Rut and heat had another name: the breeding season. When an alpha’s rut overlapped an omega’s heat, the chance of pregnancy spiked. Every other time was unrelated to reproduction at all—meaningless hours spent sating the surplus of lust.

Alphas and omegas bore stronger sex drives than ordinary humans. Perhaps they were beings who drew each other in with deeper attachment and fiercer obsession, condemned to lifelong thirst for one another, eternally and mutually enslaved.

Isaac gazed steadily at the man he intended to Imprint. His omega, knotted by another alpha, was drenched in semen and alpha pheromones, shuddering all over in obscene little tremors. Behind him, Baekgyeong kept hauling Siron upright whenever he sagged toward the mattress, pinning his arms behind his back and kissing him.

Isaac’s eyes went black as ink. Watching them devour each other’s mouths, hunger climbed in him.

He seized Siron’s fully exposed nipple and twisted.

"...!"

Siron jolted °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° at the rude, ambush touch, but trapped in Baekgyeong’s hold, he couldn’t do anything.

"Nicely swollen. ...I didn’t anticipate this degree of change."

He kept the plump nub flattened between thumb and forefinger, tugging as he twisted it side to side.

"Kh—hnn, hhup, uugh, hh-up!"

Pleasure and pain poured in by force, tearing ragged cries from Siron—but every sound was swallowed into Baekgyeong’s mouth, leaving only dull, blunted echoes. Isaac gathered the bunched flesh around the areola, toyed, then bent to press his lips there.

He set the nipple on his tongue and gently rocked it side to side. Siron’s lower belly plunged inward, the outline of the knotted cock jutting high beneath his skin. Both Baekgyeong and Siron reacted sharply.

Isaac smirked and now rubbed Siron’s nipple with his rough lips. It was cherry-pit small, yet unexpectedly soft—perfect to play with. He didn’t spare the other one either: rolling and twisting it with his fingers, teasing the tip by scratching as if to pry open the tiny pore.

Just for a little nipple play, Siron’s trapped moans turned abject in Baekgyeong’s mouth. Isaac parted his lips, took the springy, engorged nub in and rolled it on his tongue a few times, then sucked hard enough to stiffen the root of his tongue.

Siron tried to wriggle away, lifting his torso, but it was useless. At some point he’d ended up straddling Baekgyeong’s thighs, knees down on the mattress, arms secured behind him—unable to move at all.

Isaac gladly savored the bound feast. He sucked until congestion bloomed, then lazily rasped it with his tongue and nibbled with his front teeth, again and again. When he finally pulled back, Siron’s nipple was crimson, sharply peaked and swollen. The size difference between the right, kissed by Isaac, and the left, toyed with only by hand, was obvious to the naked eye.

Isaac unbuckled his belt and slid down his zipper. He pushed pants and underwear just enough to free his cock. A casual stroke, a press downward and release—and the erection see-sawed up and down. Ugly-huge, it swelled bigger and harder, rising flush to his navel.

"Absolutely not."

Baekgyeong glared at Isaac’s bobbing cock over Siron’s shoulder. Isaac ignored him. An alpha caught in the heat of a knot, with part of his body restrained, posed no threat, no matter what he barked.

Isaac fisted Siron’s hair and bent his head back, baring the long line of his throat. He pressed his cock down and set it on Siron’s collarbone. Then he traced along that long neck until the glans rested lightly on Siron’s lower lip.

Siron, driven to the edge by the layered stimulation, the knot, the tidal wave of pheromones, was dazed. He parted his lips and flicked the tip of his tongue over the bead of precum.

"See? Siron wants it."

Isaac pushed into Siron’s mouth. Even with just the head inside, his mouth felt full. A little deeper, and focus snapped back into Siron’s hazy eyes. Isaac wound his fingers in Siron’s hair and drew his face closer. Siron scrunched his brow as if he hated it, yet didn’t resist.

The thin tongue pushing at the tip and the scrape of teeth along the skin were almost too stimulating. For a small face, his mouth had surprising space: with the glans swallowed, he still took nearly a quarter of the shaft. And he sucked well—far better than expected. But taking the cock fully past the throat hurt, and Siron wouldn’t allow it.

"Hh-uk, mmph, huu... uupp."

Tears streamed as Siron rolled his head, smearing the shaft against the slick warmth of his inner cheeks, teasing the head as if to dig it out with his slim tongue. Isaac could control the pheromones emitted by his body, but not those carried in semen and precum. Siron sniffled, bobbing, and Isaac’s cock leaked scent he couldn’t disguise.

Watching, Baekgyeong ground his teeth. He bit Siron’s nape, licked his ear, and began to jerk his hips. Siron’s shredded nerves pooled in his belly where the knot sat. He bounced with a startled cry and then dropped back onto Baekgyeong’s thighs.

"Mmmp, ngh—mmh, hhh, ugh!"

"Haa—so tight. Haah, fuck."

Siron screamed at the movement, but the cock plugging his throat smothered the sound. With Siron too out of it to manage himself, Isaac palmed the back of his head and rocked his own hips.

He drove nearly half the shaft in, carving a path down Siron’s throat. Regaining some use of his arms, Siron set his hands on Isaac’s thighs—but it was like his body had learned to suppress resistance. As Isaac pushed in, Siron’s throat ringed the thick glans with tight pressure; as he withdrew, Siron sealed his lips and cheeks around the retreating length, milking him with a snug, even squeeze. Eyes blown wide and black, Isaac stared, simmering.

Siron squeezed his eyes shut and endured the depraved stimulation slamming from both directions. Cold sweat poured off him like rain, his pheromones drifting out in a fine mist.

Heat pooled behind Isaac’s eyes. Baekgyeong, too, devoured Siron savagely. It wasn’t enough to jostle the knot; he seized Siron’s cum-slick cock and jiggled it in rapid strokes, piling sensation upon sensation.

A muted, wordless sob leaked long from Siron’s blocked throat. He pressed at Isaac’s thigh and tried to lift off Baekgyeong’s lap, but Isaac only shoved deeper, past the throat’s gate. For a second the smooth esophagus slid by—then a dull, bony texture scraped the glans. A prickle of alarm snapped Isaac back, and he withdrew just as Siron gagged, spilling a mouthful of viscous spit.

Siron hacked, body bucking, dragging air in hard, ragged gulps. The knot was finally waning. The massive swell at the base shrank, and with it, the backflowing pressure sent cum seeping out in sticky threads.

Isaac hooked his hands under Siron’s arms and hauled him up. Boneless from knotting and the blowjob, Siron sagged, letting his full weight hang from Isaac’s grip.

Baekgyeong swiped the sweat from his face with the back of his hand and stared at the wet trail soaking the sheets—his semen, stringing from his cock to the crease of Siron’s groin.

Siron knelt in the middle of the bed, barely holding himself up with both hands. Behind him, Isaac peeled off his shirt. He used it to roughly wipe between Siron’s thighs, then, without a flicker of hesitation, drove his cock into the slack, gaping hole.

"Hhaah! Ah—nngh, uhh, uuhh—hh! Ah—ahh!"

The sight made Baekgyeong’s vision burn; his heart dropped into hell. Siron didn’t resist—he rocked as he was pushed, back and forth, skewered by Isaac. No embarrassed glance, no shame—just drunk on pleasure, wide open.

Baekgyeong watched them with a savage glare, cold hatred knifing into his chest. It was like the dead twins that used to live in his skull had come back to life; he wanted to upend everything and drive it to ruin.

One practiced shot—he’d gotten decent with a gun—would wipe that infuriating look off Isaac’s face. But even killing Isaac wouldn’t make Siron wholly his. The Siron he used to know, the one he’d thought of as his possession, no longer existed. The past was fading, and only a new starting line waited for him.

Baekgyeong alone was still shackled to what was. Siron, meanwhile, had left that starting line long ago and was already living his life.