Unlike before, I had no time to marvel at how my rear could take his cock, thrusting in hard and deep in one go, without much trouble.
Slap. A sticky palm that had wrapped around my buttocks as if striking them, now gripped and twisted a handful of flesh as if it couldn’t hold back. As I moaned, head bowed while on all fours like a child being punished, hmmm… a deep, heavy groan settled down from behind me.
He pressed his chest against my back again.
On all fours, our bodies joined as one, we were like beasts, shaken senseless by the recoil of his cock thrusting in and out. It was a position where his strength was felt most directly, with no waste, in its entirety.
Because of the copious semen inside, the sounds of our coupling were especially wet and slapping. The squelching sensation of him pounding into the viscous liquid added to the feeling in my stomach, and a light shiver ran through my entire body.
“Hngh, heuk… haah.”
Every time he lunged at me from behind, the swinging of my own cock hanging below made me feel like I was being stimulated in the front and back at the same time, an electrifying thrill that was driving me mad. If I let go of my hands braced on the mattress, I felt like I would collapse under his force, so I couldn’t even reach out to grab my own cock.
I felt like I was in a bumper car, cornered and being hit over and over. The strong collisions continued, and I trembled, unable to try anything else as I was shaken relentlessly.
Thrusting his hips in and out, creating friction inside me with every surface of his penis, he no longer seemed to be holding anything back. His hips moved so fast that, covering my entire back, he was like a beast sprinting on all fours.
“Did you… want to fuck me that badly? Enough to get on the bed first?”
“Hn, hngh, eugh…”
Feeling his chin press down on my shoulder, I nodded. As he repeated his thrusts, bucking his hips and pelvis, he reached a hand into my loose t-shirt and squeezed my nipple.
“How could you? How could you so thoughtlessly… What I…”
Before he could finish, he pulled the hand that had been squeezing my nipple out over the neckline and grabbed my chin, turning it. Our lips met at once. Because of the force with which he was shaking me, our lips kept slipping and bumping against each other, and because of that, the kiss, his lips, felt all the more desperate.
With my eyes loosely lidded and fixed on his lips, I confessed obediently between trembling breaths.
“I, I want…ed to.”
He stared at me with eyes that looked like they would burst into red flames. When his scent flowed out from his ragged, panting breaths, I immediately lunged for it, inhaling it greedily.
“Not just today, I’ve… always felt that way.”
Frowning as if he’d heard something terribly unpleasant, he devoured my lips. It was a kiss that felt like he would literally eat the flesh of my lips, as if I were the prey he had captured at the end of a chase.
Though I was feverish on the bed, it wasn’t a lie meant to heighten the mood in a feverish state. Even if he didn’t know, I knew it was a confession of fact, which made my own boldness all the more surprising.
Gradually, sex was becoming a liberation for me.
It was a decadent liberation, nothing more than a temporary escape that didn’t lead to fundamental freedom, but it was clear that while our bare skin was pressed together, I could forget everything, focus only on my own sensations, and be honest.
For years, I hadn’t experienced a sensation that struck and resonated with my existence so vividly. I thought I would only get hurt if I felt anything.
But in his touch, there was a vividness of confronting, touching, and sensing myself as a living being. Although I would have to endure the bitter taste of self-reproach after it was all over, it was irresistibly attractive to someone like me, at least in that this act didn’t hurt or endanger anyone else.
Only I had to endure the bitterness and the hollowing sense of loss that followed the act.
“Whenever you want, just say it… You can have me anytime.”
Pulling back the lips he had been chewing on, he nuzzled the tip of his nose against my ear and whispered words that could not be more fragrant, and at the same time, could not be more cruel.
This act wasn’t having him, and no matter how many times we repeated it, it could never achieve any meaning. And yet, knowing that… if I could possess him, even if only his body, for just a moment, I would probably try to repeat this act.
Was it because I liked him that I didn’t refuse his temptation, and even climbed onto his bed myself, all while telling myself I had to stop?
Was it because the recklessness of wanting him clouded my judgment and broke my self-control, just as many others talk about the feeling of liking someone, even while knowing it was an act of self-harm?
Or was it simply because of the thrill of the stimulation that this newly learned game called sex offered… I couldn’t tell myself. So it was even more certain that I couldn’t tell him.
I wanted to ask if he really meant it. If he would do this for me whenever, wherever I wanted, just like now.
My taut thighs trembled, but not wanting to let go of him thrusting inside me, I gripped the sheets and held on.
“Hngh, hngh… heuk…”
His gaze that reacted to my every expression, breath, and the twitch of my inner walls; his sensual lips that liked to move roughly; the movement of his flexible yet powerful muscles; the heat of his cock and the way it rubbed inside me. His suffocatingly thick scent. All the sensations he gave me were a stark contrast to my previously faint world.
My mind blurred and spread, but conversely, all my senses became frighteningly sharp.
I liked being exposed to that clarity, letting it break me down. The only ones here were him and me. Privacy is a wonderful thing. No matter what pleasure I indulged in with him on the bed, no matter what lewd acts we enjoyed, as long as that one person consented, it was not a sin.
I was free. Even if it was a delusion of indulgence and corruption, at least in this moment, that’s how I felt.
Even this position, on all fours, trembling from the force of his cock shaking me, turning my head to exchange messy kisses… it now felt more freeing than shameful. Even the twisted pleasure that came from boldly doing what I was told not to, what I shouldn’t do, became a caress.
“I want it…”
My voice, hoarse and obscene, was not clear.
“You have it, right now.”
As if to confirm his own words, he slowed down and instead pushed his cock in deep, all the way to the end. Without pulling back at all, he bucked his hips violently.
Shuddering at the feeling of his cock pulsing inside me, I shook my head wildly, telling him that wasn’t it.
“The thing you did last time…”
“……”
“Do that for me. The knot… do it again.”
What was I babbling about?
He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked it back sharply. Biting his swollen lips with his teeth, he muttered curses about my lewdness that was driving him crazy, in rapid English with a stronger accent than usual.
Everything about how he treated me became rough. The man who had fought against the forces trying to invade him, tearing at his sweatpants, was now gone.
He grabbed both my wrists and pulled them back, yanking me up. He pulled me to my feet and then wrapped his arms tightly around my torso. My chest, and even my arms, were bound by him, a position where I couldn’t move an inch. A powerful force squeezed me, feeling like it would crush every bone in my upper body. Blue veins bulged on his arms, and the contours of his muscles became more defined.
He buried his face in my nape, over the neckline of my t-shirt which had been stretched enough to expose one shoulder. The force with which he sank his teeth into the area where my neck and shoulder met was too painful to be a joke or a caress. As if he would tear off a piece of my flesh and swallow it, he bit my skin and shook his head.
“Ugh, eugh… hngh!”
Without loosening his tight hold on me in the slightest, he pulled his hips back until only the head remained, then thrust in so hard it made a thwack sound, and the flesh of my ass quivered.
His penis, which plunged in so deep I could feel his scrotum crushed against my ass, then pulled back about halfway, dragging my inner walls with it… it felt like it was rubbing not just my insides, but my entire body. It was a fuck that felt like he was pouring all of himself into me, trying to transform me into himself.
As the feeling of climax that had repeatedly surged to the tip of my cock and retreated once again rushed through my body, I felt a taut, swelling sensation inflating my lower abdomen and buttocks.
Like a hose being inserted into my anus, the entrance sealed, and the tap turned on full blast to inflate me. Thump, thump, thump. My pulse raced as if pounding down from above my head, and I felt the blood in my whole body spinning through my veins at a speed several times faster than usual.
“Hah-heuk, hngh, th-this… this…”
My eyes flew wide open at the empty air as if I had witnessed something astonishing, and I sprayed semen onto the sheets. Even as he watched me cum, he didn’t slow his thrusts at all.
While knotting, he has no brakes. In this moment, when a Golden Alpha’s reproductive abilities are maximized, he exists to impregnate the one in his arms.
It felt like my whole body was being tightly bound with ropes that were gradually being pulled tighter. My skin tingled with a pleasure like a severe body ache, like being trampled all over.
“Yeah, it’s the knot… you like it? You liked this so much?”
He chewed on my neck here and there as if he hated my guts, and pounded inside me with his cock, which had expanded as if to burst me. His cock, which felt like it was blocking my throat and making me short of breath, shook me as if it would rearrange all my internal organs even without him moving wildly.
“You said you were a Beta. You said you were definitely not an Omega. So why… why are you asking for the knot. You want to get pregnant? Huh?”
He’s insane.
Listening to his voice, scolding me like a threat, for a moment, I found myself thinking about whether our relationship could change if pregnancy were possible. Even though it was just a fleeting hypothesis, the direction of that thought—so cowardly and petty, something my former self could never have imagined—was frightening and chilling.
“Why, why do you have to… make a person…”
Muttering as if in surrender or collapse, he buried his forehead in my shoulder and came. It was a hot, fierce ejaculation, as if boiling water had been spilled inside my body. At first, it shot out like a stream from a showerhead, and then it continued to gush and pulse several more times, thoroughly soaking my insides.
The enormous amount of semen, as soon as he poured it into me, squeezed through the completely sealed gap between his knotted cock and my inner walls and flowed down between my legs. If it hadn’t flowed out like that, my organs might have really been damaged. And, if I were an Omega, it was an amount that would have been more than enough to get me pregnant even with the leakage.
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