The necklace, bracelet, and ring. All fell under the bed. The only thing that remained on Assad’s naked body was a single thin-banded ring that he shared with Cayden.
Assad spread the legs of the man beneath him and grasped his calves. His mind became urgent.
“Both you and I are clear-headed, but… it’s strange. We’re as frantic as people in heat. My body is so hot…”
Cayden’s legs perceptively draped over Assad’s shoulders.
“Tell me what I should do, what you want me to do. Cayden, you tell me. Hmm? Help me become a good spouse.”
Assad whispered, leaning down.
Cayden hesitated to answer. But soon his hand touched Assad’s cheek.
Feeling the gentle touch tickling his skin, Assad laughed softly. But upon hearing Cayden’s next words, his expression stiffened.
“Kiss me… and come inside me.”
It was a strange thing. He hadn’t heard anything explicitly crude. Yet Cayden’s words felt so obscene to him that his face burned. He wanted to appear composed, but he simply couldn’t manage his expression.
“…”
Fortunately, it was a dark night, and the light in the bedroom wasn’t too bright. At least he could somewhat hide the fact that he was tensing up with a reddened face like a fool.
Inwardly cursing, Assad hurriedly picked up one of the rubbers that had been rolling on the bed. He tried to open the hole as the magician had instructed and fit it onto his dick. But…
It was small.
Literally too small. It was impossible to forcibly fit his dick into it.
Assad’s face wrinkled fiercely. Such things, why such things, they provided so many of these. No, did the magician initially think that his dick was only this large? It was absurd.
“…It won’t go in.”
Assad, inwardly restless, confessed his predicament to Cayden.
“My dick is too big.”
“…”
“…”
“…”
Cayden said nothing. Instead of speaking, or rather, because he couldn’t speak, he was trying desperately to suppress his laughter. Despite his efforts to hide it, it was obvious.
“I guess I should have written down the length and circumference in detail… for the magicians.”
I shouldn’t have said that. Assad became anxious again. He didn’t want to appear childish to Cayden, but he kept showing his inexperience, which was frustrating.
Assad was a resourceful person. He could promptly and skillfully handle whatever task was placed before him. He had never doubted his abilities. But in front of Cayden, he kept making such missteps. He acted just like the sigh-inducing fools of his own age. Clumsy and more clumsy.
He had no idea how to navigate this situation.
It would be fortunate if Cayden’s heat hadn’t subsided. What sexual attraction could one feel from an alpha chattering about his dick being too big? Even his own erect dick was irritating. It showed no signs of subsiding.
“…You brought the magical tool together.”
“…”
“Later, you can use that.”
Cayden whispered to the bewildered Assad. He reminded the white-minded man of another tool the magician had included in the pouch.
“But no knotting. It’s okay to go deeper inside, but…”
Cayden turned his gaze away as if embarrassed after finishing his words.
Assad was silent. His heart beat surprisingly loudly.
He knew that the enchanting omegas everyone talked about didn’t refer to someone like Cayden. But now, looking at Cayden, Assad found himself thinking differently.
‘Other alphas… have never met a truly enchanting person.’
Such a thought. He felt pity for the alphas of the world who didn’t know Cayden. Though he wouldn’t even let them look at him, given their audacity.
Assad kissed Cayden as if entranced. It was a desperate kiss.
Below, he felt a burning thirst as well. The tip of his hard dick rubbed against the moist, wet opening. Pressing the head of his dick against the place that was softly loosened and pulsing, Assad felt an ecstatic pressure.
Detaching his lips, Assad looked down at Cayden. He kissed Cayden’s cheek, trapped under the shadow he had created. He held the gaze that was trying to drop.
Cayden raised his hips to assist Assad’s entry. Following the thick dick, the tip of the dick began to push inside. The tight interior squeezed the intruder as if screaming.
Assad had to resist the profanity trying to escape his mouth. Despite poking and prodding with his fingers for a while, the inside was still narrow. Assad’s breath dispersed into the air as he felt the hot pressure.
But Assad held the reins of desire that wanted to rampage roughly. He slowly carved a path into his bride’s innermost parts. Continuously kissing and caressing the tense body, he finally buried his dick to the root.
The moment when the pain faded came quickly. The heat that had bloomed like fire became joy and shook Cayden. The fact that Assad, no one else, was filling him completely, the satisfaction of becoming one with him, excited Cayden.
The moist interior tightly gripped and sucked at the fully inserted dick with pleasure. Assad found the lascivious greediness, which didn’t match Cayden’s noble face, endearing.
Assad straightened his upper body that had been bent for kissing. Then he grasped his bride’s dick in his hand. As handsome as Cayden’s face, his dick was dripping with fluid just like the hole below.
Assad moved his hand just as Cayden had done to him. He reviewed what he had learned from his one and only teacher.
“Ahh…”
Cayden, who had been tightly closing his eyes, couldn’t help but let out a sound. Covering his face, which had spread with a color that might have been resentment or embarrassment, he stole a glance at Assad.
He could feel the leg draped over his shoulder twitching. The same was true for the part below gripping him. Right now, Cayden was feeling the same pleasure as him. He could tell without looking into his thoughts.
It felt good to have the warm and hard dick, heated with arousal, filling his hand. The thought that he would like to hold it every day, something that would make Cayden faint if he heard it, made him smile.
While repeatedly pulling out his deeply buried dick slowly and pushing it back in, Assad continued his hand play.
The slow, persistent internal pleasure and the frantically rapid external pleasure alternately assaulted Cayden. Until Cayden, wandering in that gap, finally ejaculated.
Assad’s eyes, looking down at Cayden, sparkled with joy. Raising his hand, Assad tasted the white fluid that had gotten on his hand with the tip of his tongue.
“…It’s not strange.”
“Your Highness, what, what are you doing.”
Cayden, who had been trying to hide his face behind his hand, grabbed Assad’s wrist in horror. Though he couldn’t bring himself to pull it down with force, he didn’t know what to do.
‘It’s really not strange.’
While thinking this inwardly, Assad allowed himself to be caught by Cayden. There was something enjoyable about seeing Cayden holding him with hands still trembling from the aftereffects of ejaculation.
“Now it’s my turn.”
And he grasped Cayden’s hand that had been holding him. The other hand was the same.
Assad completely lowered his body. Cayden’s upper body, which had been raised to hold onto him, completely collapsed back onto the bed.
When he overlaid his body with weight, the penetration deepened. Cayden’s hips rose with a gasp.
Assad, who had been lightly kissing Cayden’s face, pulled his dick back. He withdrew to the point where only the blunt dick tip was hooked in the opening. And then again, he buried his dick all the way to the deep place that would be wanting him. He thrust roughly enough to make a smacking sound.
Cayden was somewhat contradictory. While wanting kisses to be as soft as down, he wanted the lovemaking below to be rougher. This was a fact Assad had realized during the two days of heat. It was also a fact that Cayden himself probably hadn’t noticed.
The rougher the movement became, the more the sticky inner flesh frantically squeezed the dick. Assad wanted to open his mouth right away to teach Cayden the scenery he was seeing now, the sensation he was feeling.
But in the end, he suppressed his desire to pour out and tell Cayden all of his joy.
He couldn’t say such things to Cayden. If he did, it was obvious that Cayden wouldn’t meet his eyes for more than a week.
“…It feels good.”
Assad, leaning down, whispered in Cayden’s ear. It was in place of words that would embarrass Cayden.
“Your inside, ugh, feels so good I could go crazy.”
The man’s hazy eyes, shaking as he received his dick, were lovely. He wanted to make them even hazier, to make him cry so much he would lose his mind.
But first and foremost, he wanted to make Cayden happy.
Assad wanted to let Cayden know that the intercourse with that trash who had tormented him wasn’t proper coupling. Even like this. With the regret that he should have paid more attention during heat sex education.
Assad continued to thrust his dick in the direction his bride liked. He pressed down on the plump flesh with the thick dick tip as if crushing it. Even knowing that Cayden was trembling with his feet curled from the climax that had come once more, he didn’t spare him. No, he couldn’t spare him.
“Hngh… ahh.”
Assad continuously kissed his bride’s lips, lest he miss the moans escaping between the closed lips.
I want to reach deeper inside. I want to knot there. I want to be connected more completely.
Assad had to close his eyes tightly to overcome his impulse. He frantically licked and bit his bride’s neck and chest. The whimpering that came out when he sucked on the erect nipples was pleasant to hear.
He could sense Cayden’s pheromones.
“Hah…”
Assad, burying his nose in Cayden’s nape again, exhaled. What remained after the breath, which could have been a sigh or an exclamation, was an overwhelming satisfaction beyond words.
The comfortable and soft scent that the fingerless fool probably hadn’t properly smelled, a scent so faint that it was difficult to detect unless one sensed it with all their might, was embracing him. It was wanting him.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
