Chapter 117: So perfect (M)

Soon, Lucien was unable to think at all.

Delirious, he didn’t even realize the sounds escaping him. High, breathy gasps and broken moans were knocked from his lungs every time Zephyr hit his prostate. The fingers inside him increased to three, stretching him wider with each rhythmic intrusion.

Under the constant assault, he didn’t even notice how his entrance slowly became relaxed, soft, and welcoming—squeezing and pulsing against the relentless intrusion. A sudden, rough thrust sent Lucien through his second orgasm. To make matters worse, Zephyr hadn’t even touched his cock yet. Lucien let out a hoarse cry, his body spasming violently as spurts of cum splattered across his stomach in waves.

While Lucien was still lost in a haze, drifting down from the peak of his orgasm, he suddenly felt his legs being lifted. His breath hitched as they were raised high until they rested on Zephyr’s broad shoulders, forcing his hips to rise from the soft bedding on the bed-like platform.

Zephyr let out a low, dark chuckle. The veins along his forehead and neck had become even more prominent, pulsing with the strain of his own arousal. He reached down, his fingers slick as he smeared the cooling cum across Lucien’s trembling stomach. His voice was a seductive whisper, hot and heavy with praise that only made Lucien want to bury himself ten feet underground and never show his face again.

"You did great. So good."

Zephyr’s own erection, which had been neglected for far too long, ground against Lucien’s sensitive cock, smearing and mixing his own precum with the cooling cum already coating the trembling length below. Lucien shuddered violently, his pupils dilating as the overwhelming sensation flooded his lower half. A breathless gasp escaped his parted lips, half-delirious and half-terrified. He hadn’t even recovered from his last orgasm yet! But to his absolute horror, his body was betraying him, already responding to the stimulation with renewed, unwanted vigor.

Lucien really wanted to disappear!

Zephyr turned his head, brushing his lips against Lucien’s calf before nibbling gently at the soft skin. The warmth of his breath felt like scorching flames against Lucien’s skin. Then, suddenly, Lucien’s heart lurched as he felt the broad, blunt head of Zephyr’s cock pressing against the rim of his wet hole, rubbing provocatively against the entrance and spreading the slickness all around.

Zephyr gripped his legs in a death grip, bending Lucien’s knees toward his stomach with a forceful tug, and began to push in.

Lucien immediately stammered.

"W-Wait! I just came—"

The rest of his words became a blur as his vision whitened for a second. The thick, hot cock plundered its way into his tight passage, forcefully making a place for itself. Lucien’s whole body went taut from the sudden intrusion, his mouth opening in a silent scream. Although he had felt a sting earlier when Zephyr first slipped a finger inside him, this was an entirely different beast altogether! It felt as though his whole body were being split in half!

Lucien only felt a slight reprieve when he realized he wasn’t the only one struggling.

Beads of sweat trickled through Zephyr’s silver hair, dripping onto Lucien’s stomach as a hoarse groan rumbled in his throat. Even a faint curse slipped from his lips, uttered without conscious thought.

"I prepared you, but still..."

The rest of his words trailed off into a muffled groan as Zephyr rolled his hips, driving deeper inside. Immediately, Zephyr released his grip on Lucien’s legs and leaned down, his hands rubbing Lucien’s waist and hips gently. His coaxing voice buzzed through Lucien’s hazy mind as he pressed a kiss against his parted lips.

"Relax. Relax for me, Cien."

A tear escaped the red corner of Lucien’s eye at the sound of his name—not Lucien, but Cien. His real name. The way Zephyr breathed it against his lips made his already hammering heart stutter. Unconsciously, he responded to the gentle kiss, trying to drown out the overwhelming sensation in his lower body with the warmth of Zephyr’s mouth. Perhaps it was the strain in Zephyr’s voice or the sheer intimacy of hearing his real name in such a raw moment, but Lucien felt his body finally begin to slacken, his eyes glazing over as Zephyr licked and nibbled at his lips.

But the reprieve was short-lived. Just as Lucien’s focus shifted, Zephyr drove his entire length in with a single, rough thrust.

A faint cry slipped Lucien’s lips as his mind went completely blank, consumed by the staggering fullness stretching him wide.

Zephyr held himself still above him, frozen in place as if giving Lucien a moment to adjust to the intrusion. But his stillness offered no relief; Lucien could feel every twitch and pulse of Zephyr’s cock deep within him. From the second Zephyr had driven all the way in, his enormous shaft had been pressing relentlessly against Lucien’s prostate. The sensation was so overwhelming and unfamiliar, layered over the strain that Lucien had already been feeling, that Lucien felt as though he might faint from the sheer intensity of it all.

Zephyr gently kissed his lips one last time before licking the dampness under his eyes. He felt distressed by Lucien’s tears, but guilt weighed on him even more. Now that he had a taste of that warm, tight place, he was finding it increasingly difficult to hold himself back, the sensation leaving him far too exhilarated for his own good.

The wet touch beneath Lucien’s eyes brought back the memory of something Zephyr had said in the Association after tasting his tear. Instinctively, Lucien’s lips moved as he muttered incoherently.

"It’s... s-salty."

Zephyr paused, a quiet, amused chuckle rumbling in his throat. Feeling Lucien lying so still beneath him, he whispered softly.

"Cien, are you feeling okay now?"

Lucien blinked, slowly registering the gentleness radiating from him. It eased some of the tension coiled in his body, and he felt maybe it was okay to go on. He didn’t feel quite as bad anymore.

But the moment that thought crossed Lucien’s mind, he felt Zephyr withdraw his cock from his body. His movement was agonizingly slow—a teasing, torturous slide that dragged against his sensitive walls until only the very tip remained. And the very next moment, he slammed his cock back in without so much as a warning.

This time, Lucien’s scream wasn’t silent. It tore from his throat and echoed through the entire chamber. Heat flared through his head, leaving his vision swimming as his toes curled tightly. Before he could collect himself, incoherent words spilled out in a desperate rush.

"W-wait—wait a s-second!"

Lucien immediately grabbed Zephyr’s shoulders, his nails digging into the flesh and leaving angry red marks.

Fuck, fuck, shit! He took it all back!

He wasn’t okay to go on at all!

Not even a little!

Whatever fleeting sense of reassurance he had felt just moments ago had vanished completely, leaving him overwhelmed.

But Zephyr, this side character whom Lucien had never known to be such a beast, didn’t stop for even a second. Instead, he began to roll his hips—this time with a gentleness that sent a completely different shudder through Lucien’s body. Lucien clenched his jaw, his mind racing. Fuck, fuck, what was that?!

The initial shock and panic remained, but beneath them, something else was taking hold of his senses. As Zephyr’s cock slid deeper and deeper, finding a perfect, punishing rhythm, Lucien’s trembling body began to betray him. He could feel his walls stretching and molding around the thick length, his muscles clenching and pulsing in involuntary response to every stroke. His body was actually getting used to the fullness!

Broken, pathetic sounds escaped Lucien’s lips—half-sobs, half-moans that bled into one another. He could feel his temperature skyrocketing, his skin flushed and slick with sweat as the pleasure began to drown out everything else. Terrified by the sudden, overwhelming pleasure, he cried out, his voice cracking and splintering under the violent shaking of his body.

"I-I told you to wait!! Fuck! Zephyr!"

Zephyr let out a low grunt, his voice raspy and strained.

"Sorry... I can’t hold back anymore!"

His words were punctuated by a sudden, violent thrust—a jarring departure from the earlier gentle pace. A strangled cry escaped Lucien’s lips as Zephyr gripped his waist, fingers digging into his hips as he began to ram into him at a wild, unrestrained pace.

Lucien’s mind emptied as pleasure began to override every other sensation. Low, breathy sounds escaped his lips, but his glazed eyes and senses were entirely fixed on the man above him. The way Zephyr’s cock dragged against his soft walls, the guttural grunts and groans spilling from Zephyr’s lips, and the crystalline sweat trickling down his taut body to fall upon Lucien.

Then Lucien noticed his own cock, shining and dripping with precum once again, bouncing against his stomach with every heavy movement of Zephyr. It was all too much. Too hot. Too stimulating. Never in his entire life had he imagined he would experience anything like this, let alone be the one at the center of it. Lucien’s every nerve ending felt pushed to its absolute limit, as if he were seconds away from exploding under the sheer intensity of it all.

As if things weren’t already dizzy enough, Zephyr muttered, his voice rough and almost unhinged with barely restrained emotion.

"God, Cien... you’re so perfect for me."

A low rumble vibrated in his throat.

"So perfect, I can’t get enough."