“Hhk, huff… I don’t want it. Give me the medicine. I don’t want this. I don’t want it.”
Chaika shook his head desperately, and yet, ironically, his pheromones only grew thicker and heavier. An omega in the middle of a heat cycle with a Dominant Alpha right beside him—just the fact that he was maintaining even this much sanity meant he was clinging on with every shred of will he had left.
“Chaika.”
Mihail called Chaika’s name and pulled his small body toward him. Despite having barely eaten and lying sick for days, Chaika struggled violently, as if some unknown strength still remained in him. Mihail gathered him fully into his arms. Heat was raging through Chaika’s body. When Mihail brushed back the sweat-soaked hair from his forehead, Chaika suddenly let out a sharp, high moan—hng!—and twisted his waist.
“…ng… ah….”
Chaika’s back arched, and both hands clutched at the hem of Mihail’s clothes. A faint moan leaked out through his lower lip, which he had bitten hard enough to draw blood. Hic. Realizing what he had just done, a short, broken sob burst from Chaika’s mouth.
“Lord Mihail. Please, give me the medicine. I hate this. I really hate this.”
Chaika pleaded through sobs. If Mihail could, he would have given it to him. But that path would only lead to Chaika’s death. Suppressants had already been administered, yet they had done nothing—this was the only solution left.
“It’ll be okay.”
Mihail soothed him. Even as he said it, he knew it wouldn’t be. Chaika was someone who had rejected life as an omega, even at the cost of his own lifespan. There was no way to predict what kind of wound this act would leave behind in him.
That was as far as he could go with gentle reassurance. The overwhelming pheromones were making it all Mihail could do to keep his own sanity intact. Brushing aside the sweat-matted hair clinging to Chaika’s face, Mihail lowered his head and pressed his lips to Chaika’s, where a whimpering moan slipped out. Chaika’s lips were small, red, soft—and burning hot.
“Mm…!”
When Mihail softly licked his lips, Chaika moaned and twisted his waist.
“N-no… don’t… please don’t. This is strange. Don’t do this.”
Chaika muttered desperately. But his body told a completely different story. With just that light kiss, it was as if sensation had surged straight to his head—his slender waist writhed helplessly, and his legs drew tightly together, twisting restlessly.
“Shh. It’ll be okay.”
Mihail forced himself to be patient as he calmed Chaika. Then, slipping his hand between Chaika’s tightly closed legs—as if breaching a defensive line—he moved upward. As his fingers traced along the lean thighs, a soft gasp escaped Chaika’s lips. Mihail continued, tugging down Chaika’s underwear. Pale legs flailed in protest, but it was useless. Mihail tore open the sweat-soaked white shirt clinging to Chaika’s body.
“D-don’t… please don’t. I don’t want this.”
Chaika shook his head violently, pushing at Mihail with both hands. But that meager strength could never push Mihail away. Chaika panted, his breath ragged, looking as though he were in pain. The fastest way to ease his suffering was to begin intercourse as soon as possible.
And it was also exactly what Mihail desired.
Mihail grasped Chaika’s pale thighs, spreading them apart, and positioned his body over him. Pinning Chaika’s struggling wrists to the bed, he pressed a deep kiss into him. The overheated mouth was soft and sweet. The moment his tongue wrapped around that fragile, tender flesh, a shudder ran from Mihail’s head to his toes. A beastlike growl rose from deep in his throat. His reason was slipping away. He wanted to take this small, delicate body beneath him with all his strength.
“Ah—ngh—mm…!”
Chaika let out a strained moan as Mihail’s kiss turned rough and consuming, like he was being devoured. Mihail couldn’t restrain himself. He sucked, licked, bit, and swallowed Chaika’s helpless lips. Short of breath, Chaika panted desperately. Mihail’s gaze locked onto the pale chest rising and falling frantically—onto the nipples standing out clearly. With one hand, he held Chaika’s jaw firmly in place, pouring in relentless kisses, while with the other he pinched one nipple between his fingers, rolling it and twisting it hard.
“…Haaah—!”
The stimulation sent Chaika’s back arching sharply as his body trembled. His ragged breathing was thick with pleasure.
“This is weird… it’s weird, Lord Mihail.”
Chaika muttered as his legs twisted restlessly. Those pale limbs thrashing atop the white sheets only stoked Mihail’s lust further. He twisted and pulled at the nipple harder, then pressed his own fully hardened lower body blatantly between Chaika’s spread legs, grinding against him.
“Mmhn….”
A sweet moan slipped from Chaika’s lips. Mihail moved one hand down and stripped off his trousers. Pulling down his underwear as well, his fully erect cock sprang free. Chaika lowered his gaze and, upon seeing the bulging veins of the cock that looked ready to burst, gasped in shock and tried to clamp his legs shut. But Mihail was already wedged firmly between them, leaving him no escape.
“…I don’t want this. Please don’t. Please.”
Chaika sobbed and begged. It should have been pitiful—heartbreaking, even. But now, it wasn’t. Instead, it only inflamed Mihail’s desire to dominate and possess. The urge to take this lovely, obscene little body again and again, until it broke, filling him with his seed, consumed him entirely. Mihail clung desperately to the last thin thread of reason.
This wasn’t about desire between him and Chaika.
This was to save Chaika’s life.
He had to stay rational.
Mihail lifted Chaika’s thighs up. His hips and waist rose into the air, fully exposing the vulnerable place between his legs. Chaika let out a broken breath and tried to cover himself with both hands.
Chaika’s cock was hidden beneath a nest of golden curls. Like Mihail’s, it stood stiff and upright, the tip slick with translucent fluid. Instead of disgust, the sight filled Mihail with the desire to suck it. He lowered his head and willingly took Chaika’s cock into his mouth.
“Ah—ah!”
A high cry burst from Chaika’s lips, and the strength drained from his body at once. Mihail swept his tongue over the shaft that fit into his mouth as if made for it, sucking gently.
“Ahhng….”
Chaika let out a sweet moan. Each time Mihail licked and sucked, his slender waist jolted upward. The taste of Chaika’s cock—and the liquid gathered at its tip—was intoxicatingly sweet. If it hadn’t been Chaika, Mihail would never have known that another man’s cock could be this lovely.
Keeping Chaika’s cock in his mouth, Mihail began to pump slowly. Chaika’s moans grew louder, higher. As he worked his mouth, Mihail slid his fingers down toward the secret place below.
“Hhk—!”
The moment Mihail’s fingers touched the slick, wet opening, Chaika’s waist jerked high into the air. That place was already soaked, fully prepared to receive him. Without hesitation, Mihail pushed a finger inside.
“Ahhh—!”
Chaika cried out loudly, clutching at Mihail’s shoulders. His entire body tensed and convulsed. With just a single finger, he had already reached climax. That was how sensitive an omega in heat was to sex and pleasure.
Seeing that Chaika was undeniably feeling pleasure, Mihail grew bolder. The place clenched tightly around his finger—soft, wet, and intensely warm. Just imagining what it would feel like to push himself inside made the thin thread of reason he was clinging to tremble, ready to snap.
“No… stop… please pull it out. Pull it out!”
Chaika begged through sobs. But the pleas didn’t last long. As Mihail sucked harder on the cock in his mouth and began moving his finger in and out, Chaika’s body went rigid, shuddering violently.
“Hhh… mm… mmh….”
Every broken syllable of his moans was sweet. Haah… ah… ng… His waist bucked helplessly, unconsciously helping Mihail. After loosening him properly, Mihail slid in a second finger.
“Aah—!”
Chaika moaned—but it wasn’t pain. Instead, he rocked his hips shallowly, as if the sensation of being filled was pleasurable.
Mihail couldn’t endure it any longer. He pulled his mouth away from Chaika’s cock and slowly withdrew his fingers.
“…Ah….”
A sound full of regret slipped from Chaika’s lips. Mihail grasped both thighs and spread them wide, pressing the tip of his cock against the entrance that had just been swallowing his fingers.
“Ah…!”
The hazy pleasure clouding Chaika’s eyes vanished in an instant, clarity snapping back in. Seeing what was about to happen, Chaika suddenly lashed out, striking Mihail across the face. For a moment it only stung—then he felt blood trickling down. Mihail released Chaika’s thighs and touched his cheek. Chaika’s nails had raked across his face.
Under normal circumstances, Chaika would have turned deathly pale and apologized profusely the moment he realized he’d injured Mihail. But this time was different. Seizing the moment when one leg was freed, Chaika thrashed with everything he had, rolling off the bed and onto the floor. He scrambled to the corner of the room and curled up there, trembling.
“…Chaika.”
When Mihail stepped down from the bed and approached, Chaika shrank further into himself, shaking his head violently.
“I don’t want this. I don’t want to be an omega. I don’t want to have children. I just want to live like this, the way I am now. Please, Lord Mihail. Please don’t do this.”
Chaika cried and begged, over and over, as if he were pleading for forgiveness for some unforgivable sin. Mihail stopped where he was and watched Chaika’s tears fall. He needed to hold him—needed to do it quickly.
But he couldn’t bring himself to force himself on someone who was crying and resisting with such desperation
ok good for you. also is chaika still acting?