Chapter 338
‘Another fever?’
Heading to the bathroom, he touched his neck which felt slightly hot, but he couldn't be sure.
Was this warmth due to the medicine Enon gave him?
Was the previous fever also truly because of it?
—---
Darkness loomed before his eyes, as if immersed in pitch black.
Lost in the haze, Yuder suddenly realized he was lying face down. He never slept in that position. It was strange. As he tried to adjust and rise, someone from behind pressed down on his waist, halting his movement.
Moving his heavy arm to reach behind, his wrist was grabbed and he was pushed down again. At the same time, the bed beneath him quivered, sending a strange sensation throughout his body. Before his mind could recognize what it was, his senses followed the origin of the sensation, rushing downwards.
Below his waist, deeper, and even deeper.
From that depth, an intense shock surged, filling his body with warmth. His heart raced at an incomparable speed, pumping blood fervently. Overwhelmed by the sensation, a breathless gasp escaped from his open lips.
"Ahh..."
It was then he realized the situation he was in. The cold leather gloves pinning his wrists, and the intrusion inside him announced his undeniable presence.
Kishiar.
As the name flashed across his mind, he felt sweat forming all over. A burning sensation filled his head, making everything blurry. His body involuntarily tensed due to an overwhelmingly stimulating scent.
As a force entered deep within him, the sensation inside responded with a pronounced movement. A natural and familiar rhythm, digging deep and then retracting, elicited another gasp from him. Biting his lips did no good to suppress it.
And then, the rhythm continued.
In a world where everything seemed swallowed by darkness except the sensations, his heavy breathing and the breath from the figure behind him felt like the only signs of life. The pleasure was sharp as a knife and deep as a mire. It felt like being wrapped by a boneless sea creature, dragged to hell, then frantically surfacing for air only to be dragged down again.
His mind screamed at the unbearable stimulation, desperately seeking escape, but his body remained still, wrapped up in the movements from behind. His skin seemed to welcome the sensation, letting out sweet cries.
In the midst of such overwhelming confusion, the place he was in seemed to distance itself, echoing with screams. Even as his mind clouded and strength left his hands, the grip on his wrist remained strong.
As his breathing quickened, the initially cold leather became warm, sending shivers down his spine. Clenching his teeth, he couldn't prevent the noises that escaped him. What was once unfamiliar began to merge with him, becoming indistinguishable. Like metal being continuously forged upon an anvil, he felt beaten and reshaped.
No matter how much he struggled, all he wanted to hide was becoming more exposed, showing its true self.
Being beaten.
Being exposed.
Rejection. Or ecstasy. Or something else.
His consciousness slowly faded, and strength left his previously hunched body. The hand that was pressing against his waist, when he regained awareness, had unknowingly burrowed into his chest. An unknown liquid, whether it was sweat or something else, scattered with heat over the half-buried cheek on the sheet. Unable to endure any longer, Yuder grasped the hand that was embracing his body.
In a desperate scratch that seemed like a plea, the strained glove was half-peeled off. The exposed back of the hand, much longer and larger than Yuder's, had bulging bones, and lacked any feel of flesh. The hand changed direction, gripping Yuder's fingers firmly, making them immobile. A surge of heat overcame him, and a shiver pierced his brain.
At the same time, the blade that had been prodding his insides finally overstepped its bounds.
His head grew light and his eyes moistened involuntarily. Overwhelmed by the tremendous sensation that struck his entire body, Yuder slumped. The pain brought an ecstasy akin to death. His mind went blank, losing grip of who he was, where he was. It was a brief moment, yet it felt so long it was almost unbelievable.
Two hearts beat in unison without missing a beat. A sensation of countless thin tendrils wrapping tightly around him made Yuder lose consciousness for a while.
When he came back to his senses, the inner turmoil persisted. With a horrible tingling pleasure, his vision blurred.
The wet sensation that drenched his abdomen and trickled between his legs felt distant. As he lay there gasping for breath, an approaching finger carefully traced his parted lips. In such a situation, the contact was unbelievably slow.
No matter how Yuder tried to avoid it, when that persistent entity finally reached inside his lips, with the last of his strength, he bit down. The finger hesitated for a moment but didn't dodge the feeble attack. Only when strength left Yuder's jaw did the finger retreat.
He felt drained, as if on the verge of death. His heart raced uncontrollably, and his lungs inflated and deflated to their limits without respite. As he shut his eyes and gasped for air, the intertwined bodies gradually separated.
'...'
Each time what hadn't faded slowly ebbed away, the things that had filled him up flowed out between his legs. His trembling body clenched its teeth, pausing the egress momentarily.
That moment.
Unable to bear that moment of hesitation, Yuder reached behind, grabbing and pulling something harshly. With a jolt and overlapping movement, what was half out slid back, piercing inside.
Unable to bear the shock, the two bodies collapsed intertwined onto the sheet.
Yuder, feeling the weight stack behind him, heard a noise escape his own lips.
Yes. More.
—---
“...”
His mood was terrible from morning.
Yuder stared blankly at the ceiling, his eyes wide open. Without even pulling the covers, he knew what had transpired underneath. He wasn't a young boy from a distant past, who would wet his bed without doing anything. Rising in his current age with such arousal was inexplicable. Embarrassed beyond belief, he had no desire to get up.
'Why such a dream?'
His dreams of a past life had occurred several times before, but never had he dreamt so vividly of an intimate relationship. It was simply, as the saying goes, a dream about doing it over and over again, though he couldn’t recall when exactly.
'...For the first time, I want to believe it's not a memory from my past life.'
He remembered having done it to the point of exhaustion, but he never felt particularly enthusiastic about it. However, the dream was entirely different. The last voice echoing in his head was sticky and wouldn't fade away.
Glancing to his side, Kishiar was nowhere to be found, having seemingly already risen. He felt a slight bruise to his pride, having never seen him sleep or wake up, but under the circumstances, it felt like a blessing.
Casually sniffing his wrist, he detected a faint scent, somewhat more robust than usual. It wasn't the sign of an approaching heat period, but it was definitely warm.
'If this is because of the medicine Enon gave me, then what the hell am I supposed to say?'
With a sigh, Yuder took his time to calm himself down before finally getting up. By then, Kishiar appeared, dressed in fresh clothes, with damp hair, greeting him with a smile.
"You're up? You slept in later than usual."
"...Yes."
Seeing the face he least wanted to encounter in such a situation first thing in the morning was a humbling experience.
"So, today... Will you be following the traces of the knights sent by Baron Willhem, as you mentioned yesterday?"
"That's a task for Nathan."
Chapter 338
‘Another fever?’
Heading to the bathroom, he touched his neck which felt slightly hot, but he couldn't be sure.
Was this warmth due to the medicine Enon gave him?
Was the previous fever also truly because of it?
—---
Darkness loomed before his eyes, as if immersed in pitch black.
Lost in the haze, Yuder suddenly realized he was lying face down. He never slept in that position. It was strange. As he tried to adjust and rise, someone from behind pressed down on his waist, halting his movement.
Moving his heavy arm to reach behind, his wrist was grabbed and he was pushed down again. At the same time, the bed beneath him quivered, sending a strange sensation throughout his body. Before his mind could recognize what it was, his senses followed the origin of the sensation, rushing downwards.
Below his waist, deeper, and even deeper.
From that depth, an intense shock surged, filling his body with warmth. His heart raced at an incomparable speed, pumping blood fervently. Overwhelmed by the sensation, a breathless gasp escaped from his open lips.
"Ahh..."
It was then he realized the situation he was in. The cold leather gloves pinning his wrists, and the intrusion inside him announced his undeniable presence.
Kishiar.
As the name flashed across his mind, he felt sweat forming all over. A burning sensation filled his head, making everything blurry. His body involuntarily tensed due to an overwhelmingly stimulating scent.
As a force entered deep within him, the sensation inside responded with a pronounced movement. A natural and familiar rhythm, digging deep and then retracting, elicited another gasp from him. Biting his lips did no good to suppress it.
And then, the rhythm continued.
In a world where everything seemed swallowed by darkness except the sensations, his heavy breathing and the breath from the figure behind him felt like the only signs of life. The pleasure was sharp as a knife and deep as a mire. It felt like being wrapped by a boneless sea creature, dragged to hell, then frantically surfacing for air only to be dragged down again.
His mind screamed at the unbearable stimulation, desperately seeking escape, but his body remained still, wrapped up in the movements from behind. His skin seemed to welcome the sensation, letting out sweet cries.
In the midst of such overwhelming confusion, the place he was in seemed to distance itself, echoing with screams. Even as his mind clouded and strength left his hands, the grip on his wrist remained strong.
As his breathing quickened, the initially cold leather became warm, sending shivers down his spine. Clenching his teeth, he couldn't prevent the noises that escaped him. What was once unfamiliar began to merge with him, becoming indistinguishable. Like metal being continuously forged upon an anvil, he felt beaten and reshaped.
No matter how much he struggled, all he wanted to hide was becoming more exposed, showing its true self.
Being beaten.
Being exposed.
Rejection. Or ecstasy. Or something else.
His consciousness slowly faded, and strength left his previously hunched body. The hand that was pressing against his waist, when he regained awareness, had unknowingly burrowed into his chest. An unknown liquid, whether it was sweat or something else, scattered with heat over the half-buried cheek on the sheet. Unable to endure any longer, Yuder grasped the hand that was embracing his body.
In a desperate scratch that seemed like a plea, the strained glove was half-peeled off. The exposed back of the hand, much longer and larger than Yuder's, had bulging bones, and lacked any feel of flesh. The hand changed direction, gripping Yuder's fingers firmly, making them immobile. A surge of heat overcame him, and a shiver pierced his brain.
At the same time, the blade that had been prodding his insides finally overstepped its bounds.
His head grew light and his eyes moistened involuntarily. Overwhelmed by the tremendous sensation that struck his entire body, Yuder slumped. The pain brought an ecstasy akin to death. His mind went blank, losing grip of who he was, where he was. It was a brief moment, yet it felt so long it was almost unbelievable.
Two hearts beat in unison without missing a beat. A sensation of countless thin tendrils wrapping tightly around him made Yuder lose consciousness for a while.
When he came back to his senses, the inner turmoil persisted. With a horrible tingling pleasure, his vision blurred.
The wet sensation that drenched his abdomen and trickled between his legs felt distant. As he lay there gasping for breath, an approaching finger carefully traced his parted lips. In such a situation, the contact was unbelievably slow.
No matter how Yuder tried to avoid it, when that persistent entity finally reached inside his lips, with the last of his strength, he bit down. The finger hesitated for a moment but didn't dodge the feeble attack. Only when strength left Yuder's jaw did the finger retreat.
He felt drained, as if on the verge of death. His heart raced uncontrollably, and his lungs inflated and deflated to their limits without respite. As he shut his eyes and gasped for air, the intertwined bodies gradually separated.
'...'
Each time what hadn't faded slowly ebbed away, the things that had filled him up flowed out between his legs. His trembling body clenched its teeth, pausing the egress momentarily.
That moment.
Unable to bear that moment of hesitation, Yuder reached behind, grabbing and pulling something harshly. With a jolt and overlapping movement, what was half out slid back, piercing inside.
Unable to bear the shock, the two bodies collapsed intertwined onto the sheet.
Yuder, feeling the weight stack behind him, heard a noise escape his own lips.
Yes. More.
—---
“...”
His mood was terrible from morning.
Yuder stared blankly at the ceiling, his eyes wide open. Without even pulling the covers, he knew what had transpired underneath. He wasn't a young boy from a distant past, who would wet his bed without doing anything. Rising in his current age with such arousal was inexplicable. Embarrassed beyond belief, he had no desire to get up.
'Why such a dream?'
His dreams of a past life had occurred several times before, but never had he dreamt so vividly of an intimate relationship. It was simply, as the saying goes, a dream about doing it over and over again, though he couldn’t recall when exactly.
'...For the first time, I want to believe it's not a memory from my past life.'
He remembered having done it to the point of exhaustion, but he never felt particularly enthusiastic about it. However, the dream was entirely different. The last voice echoing in his head was sticky and wouldn't fade away.
Glancing to his side, Kishiar was nowhere to be found, having seemingly already risen. He felt a slight bruise to his pride, having never seen him sleep or wake up, but under the circumstances, it felt like a blessing.
Casually sniffing his wrist, he detected a faint scent, somewhat more robust than usual. It wasn't the sign of an approaching heat period, but it was definitely warm.
'If this is because of the medicine Enon gave me, then what the hell am I supposed to say?'
With a sigh, Yuder took his time to calm himself down before finally getting up. By then, Kishiar appeared, dressed in fresh clothes, with damp hair, greeting him with a smile.
"You're up? You slept in later than usual."
"...Yes."
Seeing the face he least wanted to encounter in such a situation first thing in the morning was a humbling experience.
"So, today... Will you be following the traces of the knights sent by Baron Willhem, as you mentioned yesterday?"
"That's a task for Nathan."
