By Zephyria Side Story 1
“Ah, haa, ha… hnn.”
Rough breaths mingled with moans. Sweat that welled up on Grayson’s forehead trickled down his cheek, pooling at his chin, wavering for a moment before falling. It landed on his firm, swollen chest, then traced a round path, pooling between his pecs.
Grayson watched the sight with enraptured eyes. It was just a bead of sweat, yet his heart felt like it would burst, and he couldn’t tear his gaze away. The pulse throbbed from his hard, engorged cock. Its fierce beat pounded against Dane’s insides.
“Agh… hnn.”
Dane bit his lower lip and let out a groan. Between his widely parted legs, Grayson was nestled. Grayson looked down at the opening that tightly gripped his heavy cock. His mind was a mess from the pheromones, yet his eyes, like instinct, relentlessly licked over Dane’s body.
I want to see more.
If any reason remained, he might have just finished the task and been done with it. But his mind, steeped in pheromones, raced furiously down the path forged by instinct alone. Grayson moved, chasing his desire, forgetting that Dane was injured.
His thrusts grew rougher, and the sound of their bodies colliding echoed loudly. He pushed, as if testing how far he could break, how far he was allowed, his breathing turning beastly and ragged.
In this moment, reason, guilt, and self-control all crumbled. Grayson existed solely as someone who desired him.
“Ha, ah…!”
Every time he drove himself into Dane’s rear, gasps erupted from Dane’s lips.
Not enough.
Not enough…
Somewhere deep inside, a voice cried out. Pulled by an unknown hunger, he pushed deeper, rougher.
The sound of skin against skin, the occasional wet moan that escaped, these sensations entered his ears and stimulated only his instincts. And the omega’s pheromones that spread through the gaps were like tinder, burning his nerves.
The scent of sweet heat intensified, filling the space, and Grayson inhaled it. It was too late to try not to be conscious of it. The alpha’s instinct had surrendered to the scent, and reason held no meaning from that moment on.
He slipped his hand under Dane’s thick thighs and pushed them up, hearing a groan that was almost a scream from below. He thought he heard a gurgling, frothy sound. But it didn’t reach Grayson’s consciousness. The visual impact came first.
As his thighs lifted his hips, his deeply buried cock slid out with a slick sound. The cock, now halfway withdrawn, glistened, thoroughly coated in thick arousal fluid. And with every ragged breath Dane took, his hole would clench, sucking the cock in, then relaxing again. The sight was so erotic that Grayson could have sworn he’d never tire of watching it, even for a lifetime.
“Dane, this ambro—”
“Call my hole anything and I’ll kill you.”
Dane poured cold water on Grayson, who was ecstatic and flushed with ecstasy. He was serious. With a glare that was nothing short of ferocious, Dane brought Grayson back to reality in an instant. Grayson, who had even clenched his fists defiantly, took a step back and muttered,
“…It’s good, this place.”
Though forced to subside, his inner poet could not be silenced. In this moment, he felt he could boast of being a poet on par with Homer. It was a hymn for Ambrosia.
Ah, this is my Ambrosia (*In Greek mythology, the food or drink of the gods. Eating it granted immortality). My wonderful hole that lets my Virginia live and breathe. Virginia, buried in Ambrosia, weeps with joy. It soaks Ambrosia, making it overflow. My Ambrosia. I will fill your empty mouth with Virginia. Your mouth will be full of Virginia forever. Eat gently, Ambrosia, you are truly greedy. If you suck that hard, Virginia might cry from the pain. Of course, Virginia is destined to cry, but wouldn’t it be better if that moment was delayed?
Venus, do not be jealous. Ambrosia is a treasure as magnificent as you. After filling Ambrosia, I will rub you all over with the thoroughly soaked Virginia. Venus, I wish you could shed tears too. How fantastic it would be if Virginia’s white tears and your white tears flowed together. Ah, Ambrosia. Ah, Venus. Ah…
“Aaaah!”
Unable to contain his excitement, Grayson clutched Dane’s chest with both hands. Dane unconsciously furrowed his brow at the sensation of large hands mauling his flesh, but he let it be. Grayson seemed more out of his mind than he was, even during his heat cycle.
At least, as long as he was thrusting properly inside, it was enough. And he was certainly doing that.
“Ugh…”
A faint moan escaped his lips. Grayson, as if completely out of his mind, moved up and down, squeezing Dane’s chest. The wet sounds were loud. Every time his cock entered and withdrew, it struck and retreated from the cervix. Damn it, you bastard! Dane spat out a curse, driven by his thirst. Despite receiving the strongest painkiller, he could feel the pain. It was just bearable. Dane, with superhuman patience, lifted his legs and wrapped them around Grayson’s waist, pulling him closer.
“Thrust and churn, you damn bastard. Don’t just poke around.”
Grayson, his face hazy, nodded with a mumbled “Uh-huh” at the words spat out with gritted teeth. The cock filling his belly churned inside. The sensation of it pushing against his uterus and sweeping across the entire inner wall elicited an involuntary groan.
The movement, sliding smoothly over the moist flesh, was cruelly greedy, and with every touch, it drew out deeper pleasure. With each impact, his body jolted. Grayson felt even Dane’s tremors and pushed his hips deeper.
The sensation of being held tightly within him, the heat that penetrated from within. Everything was driving him further into madness.
“Ah, good… keep going.”
As soon as Dane’s permission was granted, Grayson began to pound inside with forceful thuds. As if to keep his word about not withdrawing, he thrust shallowly but powerfully, making his uterus tremble with each impact. His body, heated to a fever pitch, almost forgot to relax.
Grayson felt an urge to make him entirely his own, a compulsion that tightened throughout his body. He panted, pushing deeper, more ruthlessly. Even the sweat that flowed down his skin stuck together, and the space was filled with a thick heat, a mixture of wet flesh and pheromones.
Dane, unable to bear it any longer, grabbed Grayson’s neck and pulled him closer. He licked and bit at his lips, pouring kisses into him, which only made their lower halves meld deeper. Grayson swallowed him so deep that his coarse pubic hair rubbed against Dane’s hole. Dane frowned unconsciously at the strange sensation. This bastard, why didn’t he shave?
His whole body flinched every time the thick pubic hair brushed against him. The problem was, he didn’t hate the sensation. Screw it, I don’t care. With no room for deeper thought, Dane abandoned his musings and focused solely on Grayson’s movements.
Haa, haa, hnn, ah.
Moans and breaths intertwined. Now, he didn’t know who was kissing whom. Grayson, mindlessly licking and sucking Dane’s tongue, pressed his body close. He moved his hands from Dane’s chest, sliding them under his armpits to pull his shoulders close, pressing them together completely.