Chapter 336

“What do you want to say. Go on, say it.”

Siron pressed Isaac as if urging him, but he did not open his mouth easily. Just before Siron’s patience wore out, Isaac spoke in a flat voice.

“I’ve decided not to kill you.”

After fighting Baekgyeong and pushing through the dark forest to chase him down, the only thing he had to say was that he had decided not to kill him. Siron felt anger heat his body.

“So generous of you.”

Isaac let out a short laugh at Siron’s sarcastic response.

“I want you to live.”

“Haha, for once we agree.”

Siron snorted mockingly. The smile on Isaac’s face deepened. Without realizing it, Siron quietly observed the corners of his eyes as he smiled. The afterglow of the Milky Way tinted the night blue, and within that blue his expression appeared clear. When he smiled, fine wrinkles formed around his eyes. He almost never smiled, so Siron had never noticed.

As time passed, the smile gradually faded from his face. After staring at Siron for a long time, he spoke in a voice without the slightest wavering.

“I mean, I want you to survive even after I die.”

This time the words were unexpected. It felt as if he had been struck in the head. Siron realized anew that Isaac’s time was limited.

Wishing for the extinction of Alphas, he had devised the efficient method of flooding the drainage tunnels so he could take countless Alpha lives at once. Killing the only Omega who could become the possibility of the next generation of Alphas would have been the most rational choice for him. Because his time was limited.

Suddenly he reached toward the robe Siron wore and straightened it. Closing the slightly open robe and tying the belt again, he said,

“The dawn dew is cold. Let’s go back.”

But he did not lead Siron toward the lodging. Instead, he held the belt he had just tied as if he might untie it at any moment.

“Or we could spend some time increasing the chances of Imprint.”

“You’re joking, right? Honestly, that’s the worst joke I’ve ever heard.”

“I never said it was a joke.”

“Are you making a fool of me again?”

Without a trace of amusement, Isaac watched Siron.

“Actually, I’m more interested in you getting through your Rut safely than in Imprint.”

Isaac demonstratively threw the robe he had been wearing onto the short grass.

“You serious?”

“Until then, you can use me as much as you want.”

The man who had been gentle moments ago suddenly changed his attitude as if relieving desire mattered above all else. He untied the belt of the robe Siron wore. Pulling him into his arms, he buried his face in his collarbone, thick with pheromones.

He inhaled Siron’s pheromones deeply and reached his hand down to grasp his own sex. The sound of dry skin rubbing stimulated imagination, and Siron had to struggle not to swallow.

“If we don’t go back, Baekgyeong will worry.”

Isaac sneered as if hearing something ridiculous.

“You think I care about that?”

“...I do.”

“Think simply. You can have us as much as you want. You’re just using two Alphas to relieve your Heat Cycle.”

Rubbing his rough, chapped lips against Siron’s cheek, Isaac said,

“You used Baekgyeong, so use me this time.”

While recalling Baekgyeong’s face, Siron remained in Isaac’s arms and silently felt his masturbation. Isaac’s breathing gradually grew rough.

Siron was in a Heat Cycle, and Isaac wanted him. It was easier to find an excuse for sex than a reason not to. Above all, at this moment Siron was drawn to Isaac. The moment a cold person fell apart was rare, and rarity drew people in.

Hesitantly, Siron lowered his posture. Kneeling of his own accord before Isaac, he reached out and touched his lower body. When his hand touched Isaac’s sex, Isaac cradled the back of his head.

His sex was fully erect. Despite its size and weight, instead of tilting diagonally it stood stiffly upward above his navel.

I’ve lost my mind.

His chest stung with shame and regret, but he could not stop the urge to suck him. Swallowing dry saliva repeatedly, Siron opened his lips and took the warm heat into his mouth.

The thick, smooth head rested heavily on his tongue. A faint saltiness mixed with a slight smell of sweat, and the flesh scent intertwined with a faint pheromone stimulus that made him ache.

Siron tried not to give too much meaning to this act. He was in Heat Cycle and simply hungry for sex. There was no reason to feel shame for willingly sucking Isaac.

Careful not to let his teeth touch, Siron pushed the sex deep into his throat. His jaw ached, but he could endure until it reached his uvula. With the mucous membrane and tongue he pressed around the large shaft. Saliva welled up and a gag reflex rose. Kindly, Isaac withdrew entirely at the right moment, giving him time to spit out the saliva that nearly entered his airway.

Spitting thick saliva onto the ground, Siron sniffed and pushed him back into his mouth. There should not be any erogenous zone in his throat, yet as Isaac filled his mouth completely, the base pulled and his lower abdomen throbbed. Siron felt his own entrance leaking sticky fluid.

The head caught in his throat. After painfully calming the foreign sensation, he swallowed two joints deeper. Isaac stroked Siron’s ear and exhaled languidly.

Siron liked the sound he made. Listening to his small, low pant scraping his throat, he lowered his hand and touched his own sex. Short of oxygen, he breathed through his nose and forcibly relaxed his throat to take him deeper. At that moment Isaac held the back of his head, thrust his hips upward, pushed deeper, and stopped.

The scraping in his esophagus made Siron’s chest heave urgently. His patience for pain vanished instantly. As he struggled, Isaac pulled back and withdrew entirely. Breathing hard, he lifted Siron’s coughing body and laid him onto the robe on the ground, then climbed over him.

“Are you alright?”

Looking down from above, Isaac asked. Siron looked up at him, visible only as a dark silhouette. He felt drained as though after rough sex, yet at the same time the urge rose to push his body further. Once, in crushing fatigue and exhaustion, Siron had been conditioned to pleasure pouring over him like a swarm. It would have been fine if Isaac had handled him more roughly, more desperately.

“...I wanted to suck more.”

Isaac gave no answer. For once he seemed slightly flustered. That rare sight pleased Siron. Like a brainless character in a horror film who dies first after sneaking off into a dark forest to have sex, he wanted to pounce on him crazily.

Siron pushed Isaac and climbed on top of him. Finding his lips, he pressed them together and slowly parted them. Sucking his slick tongue, he slid his fingers into his wet hair and pulled him closer. His throat burned with unbearable thirst. The more he sucked his tongue and bit his lower lip, the thirst only grew more desperate.

Sitting over his hard veined sex, Siron moved his hips back and forth, stimulating the entrance around it. A shiver ran up his spine. Fluid and Baekgyeong’s semen seeped from his twitching entrance, wetting the shaft. Flesh stuck together more slickly.

A faint pheromone came from Isaac’s breath and skin. He wanted to see the bottom of the man who rarely lost restraint. Emitting pheromones from his entire body, Siron devoured his lips and rubbed the head at the soft entrance.

As the interior walls pulled him in, Isaac’s breathing grew rougher. With half inserted, Siron sat up on his knees and spread his thighs.

“Touch mine... please.”

Isaac’s large hand wrapped his sex. Feeling the rough calloused hand rubbing him, Siron slowly lifted his hips then lowered himself onto the shaft. The already loosened swollen inner walls from sex with Baekgyeong were crushed throughout by Isaac.

“Haah, ngh, haah—!”

Each rise and fall drove him deeper. The deeper it went, the deeper the pleasure. Siron never retreated from pursuing pleasure, nor feared climax.

“Haah, deep— deeper!”

He boldly accepted the sensation of the large sex spreading the tight passage deep inside. Even thrust near the root, the massive head lifted the inner wall without passing beyond the tightly closed colon. His face distorted faintly at the dull pain.

As Siron paused, Isaac strongly pulled the sex he held.

“Ah—!”

At the pain as if it would tear off, Siron dropped down, trembling violently from being pierced deeply. As he stopped moving, the lead naturally passed to Isaac.

Holding the back of Siron’s knees while still deep inside, Isaac pushed him back and climbed over him, gripping his hips and pressing their groins together.

“Ha—!”

The curved inner walls were pushed up as the shaft buried to the end beyond the colon. Isaac thrust, rubbing the inner membrane. With repeated insertion, fluids thickened and friction strengthened. Siron sank into the extreme sensation as though their flesh melted together.

Pulling out until only the head remained at the entrance, Isaac lowered his posture and drove it into the puckered inner entrance.

“Ah—!”

Sadistic pleasure pressed his cervix, his spread legs stiffening to his toes. The veined shaft stimulated the wrinkled inner passage, sticky fluid pouring out. Isaac relentlessly ravaged Siron trembling in spasms beyond climax.

“Ah! Ngh—!”

As the head and cervix repeatedly pressed and parted like a greedy kiss, the shaft suddenly swelled fiercely. Siron tried to pull away but Isaac was already sealed tightly inside. The middle bulged fist-sized.

Siron cried thinly. Every part sharpened in sensation as folds stretched to the limit.

“Ha— ah—!”

Throwing his head back, he sobbed. When Isaac slowly moved his hips, adding stimulation to the hypersensitive nerves, cold sweat burst across his body.

Soon semen thick with pheromones pumped out with his heartbeat during knotting. Isaac’s concentrated pheromones permeated his trapped body. Siron lost consciousness. The world bleached white, and even the sense of self faded.