Side Story 11
Taebeom, who was at the site, was greeted by someone from afar. Though it was late, there were many guilds on patrol since gates opened regardless of day or night.
“Leader, the Hwayeon Guild leader is greeting you.”
The secretary informed Taebeom, who hadn’t heard someone calling him from a distance. Only then did Taebeom turn to look at the Hwayeon Guild leader and his partner, Guide Yoon Soha.
The Hwayeon Guild leader, a black panther beastkin who had experienced the first beastkin seizure, had returned to his leadership position. Everyone had expected that his severe injuries would make it impossible for him to return to fieldwork, but he showed miraculous recovery.
“You look healthy. That’s good.”
The secretary greeted them with a relieved smile. Though his movement was somewhat difficult, thanks to his guild members’ support, he managed fieldwork without much trouble. Above all, his imprinted partner and lover was always by his side.
Everyone unanimously said that his damaged body recovered thanks to having an imprinted partner. The aid of a guide connected through imprinting was incomparably powerful.
“You seem even better than before. Not to mention your complexion.”
The secretary admiringly asked Taebeom discreetly.
“Imprinting really seems amazing, doesn’t it?”
He wanted to hear something—anything—about imprinting from Taebeom. As the only being in the guild who had imprinted, he was curious about how different things were before and after.
“Can you really share all emotions, and are sensations really connected?”
He had heard that even in different spaces, you could share some of what the other person felt. He wanted to know if that was true. Was that why Taebeom had been spacing out more often lately? Like right now.
“Um, Leader…?”
The secretary waved his hand slightly in front of Taebeom, who was standing still, staring intensely at one spot. Taebeom was looking at an empty rock.
To others, it would seem like Taebeom was deep in serious thought, but the secretary, who had been with him for a long time, knew. He knew that Taebeom was spacing out right now.
“Let’s move.”
Taebeom, quickly returning to his usual cold demeanor, changed location. The secretary followed him and kept his words to himself.
Taebeom didn’t seem to be in a good mood, so he tried not to upset him further.
Could it be that the connection with Guide Han Siwoo isn’t going well? Or perhaps the opposite?
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Seojun’s golden eyes, heightened by alcohol, sparkled as if ignoring the darkness. It was a color Siwoo really liked. Golden.
“Ngh…”
Siwoo moaned, ducking his head as the hot dick rubbed against his hole. Seojun, raising his hips, kissed him as if craving Siwoo’s lowered gaze.
They clung to each other while sitting on the floor. Was it possible to get drunk just from the smell of alcohol? Siwoo, with a face as relaxed as Seojun’s, greedily sucked his tongue. Even knowing there was another person in the living room.
“Hng, uh… haa.”
Seojun, who had thoroughly warmed Siwoo’s body, aligned his thick tip with the wrinkled hole. Siwoo, whose lips, neck, and collarbone had been thoroughly sucked, was busy panting.
Seojun’s head throbbed at the sight of Siwoo, heated as if he had already been penetrated. The face looking at Seojun with half-lidded eyes, leaning back against the sofa, was seriously stimulating.
“Qui-ckly… put it in.”
And even his words were lewd. Seojun’s heartbeat was about to spill out of his throat.
“Hngh.”
He spread the wrinkles while consuming the moans flowing through Siwoo’s teeth. The narrow inner walls opened to his shape and clung persistently. Siwoo’s insides, accustomed to penetration, had become more sensitive. He felt pleasure more strongly than the tight pain.
“Ngh, haa, ah…!”
Seojun, who had been moving his hips slowly, deeply thrust to the base in one go. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed explicitly in the living room.
“Ha, Guide-nim…”
Seojun frantically explored Siwoo’s insides. Without giving him time to breathe, he mercilessly pressed down on his body and stimulated even deeper places.
“Ugh, haah!”
With each deep prod, the convulsing inner walls tightened as if they would bite off his dick. Seojun looked at Siwoo’s red lips, glistening with his saliva, while sucking on his narrow jaw.
He just watched for a moment, too precious to swallow the lips that only uttered good words and sounds. The delicate body holding him was so lovely, he couldn’t bear it.
Should I just take him and run away? Every time Seojun held Siwoo, he harbored this vain fantasy.
“I like you. I, really like you a lot.”
The potential kidnapper Jihan worried about was within the guild. Seojun didn’t stop plotting to wrap Siwoo up and run away. Thoughts are free, after all.
Siwoo, who had been shaking roughly, trembled his legs at the excessive stimulation of Seojun rapidly thrusting into him.
“Ah, mmh! Hng, hngh.”
Each time the heavy flesh pressing against his inner walls withdrew, his buttocks floated in the air. When it filled his insides again, hot pleasure spread throughout his body as if a bell were ringing.
Siwoo wrapped his legs around Seojun’s waist and embraced him more tightly. The pressure that made his thighs and pelvis ache wasn’t too much. He could gladly accept even greater stimulation.
“Ah, good, ngh, hng, ngh!”
When Siwoo moved his hips along with him, Seojun, who had thrown his head back, moaned lowly like a beast. Each time he cut through the buttocks soaked with sticky fluid, an ecstatic sensation filled his entire body.
“Huk! The-re, there, mmm…!”
He loved seeing Siwoo as disheveled as himself. When Siwoo, drenched in pleasure, shook his hips on his own and groaned for deeper stimulation, it felt like his heart would burst.
“Where, here?”
“Haa, ah! Ah, ngh!”
Seojun, who had straightened his upper body by pressing against the sofa, shook his hips violently. As he continuously jabbed at Siwoo’s most sensitive spot, Siwoo burst into tears and grabbed his thick forearm.
“Does it, feel good? Hm? Good?”
Sweat-mixed semen stained the floor and sofa. Seojun laid Siwoo completely on the sofa and pressed even deeper inside him.
“Angh!”
Siwoo, his thighs trembling, wet his stomach with thin fluid. Grinding his teeth at the sensation of the inner walls tightly squeezing, Seojun intertwined his hand with Siwoo’s.
“Ugh…! Hng!”
He continued to prod inside without mercy for the convulsing inner walls. Though Siwoo might have started it, it was always the espers who finished it. Excited espers couldn’t stop no matter how much Siwoo cried and sobbed.
“Ugh, aah! Too, too fast. Ah!”
Seojun, who was squeezing Siwoo’s fingers as if about to break them, tightly closed his eyes. Wet sounds echoed, and the dick deeply embedded in Siwoo emitted heat.
Milky fluid leaked from the reddened hole. Seojun grabbed Siwoo’s pelvis and stamped down his hips, trying to leave his mark deep in the twitching inner walls.
“Hng. Ugh…”
Siwoo repeatedly trembled and barely managed to breathe. His vision was blurred because sweat had seeped into his eyelashes. As he blinked, dizzy from excessive pleasure, suddenly his insides began to feel heavy again.
“Ah…”
Seojun, who had licked up Siwoo’s chest, hardened again. When Siwoo, who hadn’t even caught his breath, moved his hips, veins bulged on Seojun’s thick neck as if that had stimulated him further.
It’s hard to do it again right away.
“Hng.”
Siwoo, opening and closing his lips, grabbed Seojun’s shoulder as he pushed in his re-hardened dick. But Seojun couldn’t stop.
Just as Siwoo was about to give up and spread his legs, since he didn’t have the strength to stop him, his body suddenly tilted to the side.
Geonho pulled Siwoo’s arm like pulling up a radish planted in the ground. His eyes, just awakened from sleep, glowed red.
In the darkened living room, the three beastkins’ gleaming eyes locked together.
Geonho was as drunk as Seojun. Perhaps even more so.
Author: Hyacinthus B
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