“Aah—!”
Chaika let out a high-pitched moan. As Mihail sucked him long and slow and caressed him with his tongue, Chaika’s hips bucked upward, instinctively trying to meet the sensation.
“Ahh… ngh. Th-this… it’s strange. It’s strange, Lord Mihail. Aah!”
Clutching at Mihail’s dark hair as he sucked his cock, Chaika moaned repeatedly. The pleasure—something he hadn’t experienced many times before—seemed so intense it bordered on pain.
“Ah… I—I think I’m going to come.”
It didn’t take long before Chaika cried out that he was about to climax. Mihail slid a hand up, gripping one nipple firmly between his fingers, and at the same time sucked hard on Chaika’s cock.
“…Aah—!!!”
Chaika’s hips lifted completely off the bed. With his entire body rigid, trembling violently, a sweet-smelling liquid burst forth from his cock. Mihail swallowed every drop. Then, grabbing Chaika’s thighs—now limp and shaking as he panted in post-orgasmic weakness—Mihail spread them wide.
“Chaika?”
When Mihail called him, Chaika looked back with a dazed, unfocused gaze. Maintaining eye contact, Mihail guided his own cock to the slick, soaking entrance. As he rubbed the head slowly against it, the opening twitched in response.
Instead of inserting himself right away, Mihail continued to tease the entrance with his cock, watching Chaika closely. At first, Chaika’s face had been filled with fear, but little by little, his expression changed. Trust and affection for Mihail surfaced on his face. Finally, as if giving permission, Chaika nodded. Mihail lowered his upper body, kissed him deeply, and slid his cock inside.
“Ah—!”
Even with just the tip inserted, a pained sound spilled from Chaika’s lips. Mihail pulled back and pushed in again gently, but the entrance still refused to open easily. It was different from during a heat cycle. In the end, Mihail slowly released the pheromones he had been holding back.
“…Ah—….”
Bathed in the pheromones of a Dominant Alpha, Chaika’s expression went blank. Mihail had no intention of taking Chaika while he was completely out of his senses, so he carefully adjusted the level. When he pushed in once more, the entrance that had been tightly closed softened and accepted him.
“Ah… ahh—.”
The long, thick shaft sank slowly into Chaika’s body. Chaika trembled all over. Mihail watched his face closely, releasing a little more pheromone whenever pain threatened to surface. At last, his cock was buried deep inside Chaika, their bodies fitting flush against each other.
Instead of moving right away, Mihail pulled Chaika into his arms. Chaika wrapped his arms around Mihail in return. Just being buried inside that hot, soft body was already the height of pleasure.
“Lord Mihail….”
Chaika whispered by his ear. That small call alone made the shaft deep inside him twitch in response. Chaika’s hips twisted slightly.
“Mmhn….”
A pleasure-laced sound escaped. Mihail began moving with very shallow, slow thrusts, kissing Chaika as he did. Clinging to Mihail’s neck, Chaika eagerly returned the kiss.
The shallow, slow motions gradually grew deeper, faster, and stronger. Chaika was clearly feeling it—so much so that the arousal pooling below made wet, obscene sounds as it spilled out.
“Ah! Ah! Ah… ngh…!”
Each time Mihail pulled out and thrust back in, pleasure-filled moans burst from Chaika’s mouth. Confirming that Chaika was enjoying it, Mihail steadily increased both speed and force. Chaika’s hot, slick, soft body sucked him in greedily. In time with Mihail’s movements, Chaika’s hips rocked clumsily. Mihail had to concentrate to use only enough strength to avoid hurting him.
Letting go of the arm bracing the bed, Mihail lifted his upper body and grabbed Chaika’s waist, hoisting his lower half into the air. With only his lower body raised, Chaika looked at Mihail with eyes flushed a deep red. Mihail pulled back, then thrust in all at once.
As his cock entered from a different angle than before—“Hah—!”—Chaika’s eyes flew open as he cried out, the sound almost like a death scream. His body convulsed violently. It wasn’t from pain. Mihail repeated the same deep thrust, and Chaika nearly collapsed again.
“N-no… this is too strange. Lord Mihail. That’s too strange.”
Chaika shook his head desperately, unable to endure the overwhelming pleasure. But Mihail had no intention of stopping. All he wanted was to drown Chaika in pleasure so intense his entire body would melt.
“N-no, d-don’t—!!”
Gripping Chaika’s waist firmly, Mihail began thrusting in earnest. That small, compact body admirably swallowed Mihail’s long, thick cock completely.
“Ah! Ngh! Ngh! Ah!”
Each time the rigid shaft struck a certain spot deep inside, moans poured from Chaika’s lips without pause. As the speed and intensity increased, Chaika began to pant. Every time that spot was hit, milky fluid leaked in soft spurts from the cock hidden among the golden curls.
“Lord Mihail. Please… please stop now….”
Chaika begged tearfully, his face twisted with how hard it was to endure such intense pleasure.
“Shh—good boy.”
Mihail paused briefly, gently brushing back Chaika’s sweat-soaked hair to soothe him. Chaika’s expression relaxed in relief. But keeping himself buried inside, Mihail rolled Chaika over onto his stomach, grabbed his hips, and began moving in earnest.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ngh! Ngh! Hah! Ngh!”
Each time Mihail thrust with controlled force—careful not to hurt him—small moans spilled out in rapid succession. Chaika was clearly struggling, yet his body told a different story. When Mihail pushed in, Chaika’s body relaxed, taking him all the way in; when Mihail pulled back, it clenched tightly, as if trying to swallow him, wringing pleasure from him. Ngh. Mihail had to grit his teeth to keep from moaning.
He was so absorbed that sweat dripped from his chin onto Chaika’s back, running down along the hollow between the pale vertebrae. A fierce desire surged within him—to pour himself into this body, to fill it, to make him pregnant.
Still clenching his teeth, Mihail lowered his upper body, pressing himself fully against Chaika’s prone form. He placed his hands over Chaika’s, which were gripping the sheets. When he kissed the back of Chaika’s neck, Chaika tightened around him.
Ngh. Letting out a small groan, Mihail pushed himself into the final stretch. Sticky arousal splashed obscenely each time their bodies collided, the sound echoing wetly through the room.
Mihail moved his hips almost mindlessly. Chaika’s faint, weakened moans, his scent, the hot, slick, soft body around him, the way it clenched tightly around his cock—everything stimulated Mihail, dragging him toward his climax.
Biting down on Chaika’s shoulder, Mihail shoved his cock as deep as it would go.
“Hngh—!”
As Mihail ground against the pleasure point, Chaika’s body trembled violently. Just before reaching his own climax, Mihail reached down and pumped Chaika’s cock hard. And then the two of them came almost simultaneously.
Despite trying to pace himself, it seemed more than Chaika’s stamina could handle. After climaxing together, Chaika fell into a deep sleep as if he had passed out. Even when Mihail woke him from time to time to make him drink water or eat some soup, Chaika barely regained consciousness, nodding off again immediately. Mihail resolved that no matter what it took, he had to make Chaika truly healthy.
Chaika, who had fallen asleep in the afternoon, didn’t open his eyes again until well into the night. Even when the servants changed the sheets and cleaned Chaika’s body, he didn’t wake. Lying beside him on the neatly tidied bed, with all traces of their coupling erased, Mihail gazed at Chaika endlessly. Simply looking at one person never grew tiresome.
With his fingertips, he slowly traced the contours of Chaika’s face from forehead to chin, savoring the feel of the blond hair that had grown several centimeters longer. He slipped a hand beneath the sheet to toy with his nipples and enjoyed the texture of the golden curls below. Occasionally, Chaika would open his eyes and glance at him through a haze of sleep. Each time, Mihail pressed a light kiss to his forehead or lips. Chaika would then relax, looking reassured, and sink back into deep sleep.
“Just once, and he can’t even keep his wits about him for over half a day….”
Clicking his tongue in disappointment, Mihail frowned. At this rate, how was he supposed to take Chaika as often as he pleased?
In the end, Chaika didn’t fully regain consciousness and open his eyes until the night had completely passed and the morning sun had risen. When he woke and their eyes met, Chaika suddenly flushed bright red and pulled the sheet over his head.
“What are you doing?”
When Mihail tapped the sheet lightly and asked, Chaika curled up beneath it and muttered,
“…It’s embarrassing.”
At the tiny mumble—barely audible unless one listened closely—Mihail chuckled softly. Hearing his laughter, Chaika poked his head out from under the sheet, looked at him, and puffed out his lips.
“It’s not even your first time. What’s so embarrassing about it?”
At Mihail’s words, Chaika looked as if he were about to retort, then clamped his mouth shut. Mihail poked him in the side, urging him to answer.
“What’s embarrassing?”
“…That….”
“That?”
“…That… position….”
“What position?”
By now, Mihail had a pretty good idea, but he kept asking with an utterly clueless expression. As memories of last night’s heated coupling surfaced, Chaika’s face reddened again.
“That… the one where I was face-down.”
“And why is that?”
When Mihail still looked like he didn’t understand, Chaika gnawed on his lower lip before finally forcing the words out.
“When you do it like that, it’s just… like what dogs do.”
Mihail finally couldn’t hold back and burst into laughter.
“Don’t laugh! I’ve seen it before, you know. When dogs do that, from behind… th-that….”
Before he could finish, Chaika pulled the sheet back over his head again. Mihail climbed on top of Chaika’s sheet-covered body, pressing himself over him just like the night before. Then he leaned down and whispered near Chaika’s ear beneath the sheet.
“This position?”
Chaika’s body stiffened completely. When Mihail laughed softly by his ear, the tension slowly drained from him.
“…You’re awful. Really.”
Chaika grumbled from under the sheet. Mihail yanked the sheet away in one swift motion, scooped Chaika up into his arms, and started toward the window before Chaika could even begin to struggle.
