“…Ugh!!!!!”
His white waist arched as his body stiffened, reaching its peak. His trembling body convulsed, spurting out sweet-scented liquid in thick pulses. Once his climax ended, his strength gave out and he dropped limply into Mihail’s arms. Chaika’s violet eyes, unfocused and dazed, fluttered as he panted heavily in the exhaustion that followed release.
Mihail grabbed Chaika by the chin and poured a fierce kiss into him. He funneled all of his overflowing desire into the kiss, to the point where it felt less like kissing and more like sex. Chaika squirmed, unable to withstand the savage, disorderly assault of lips and tongue. Only after pushing him to the brink of suffocation did Mihail finally pull away.
“…I almost suffocated.”
After gasping for a while, Chaika complained resentfully. Mihail licked his lips, worried that the lack of air might have affected the baby, yet unable to suppress his lingering regret.
“Yeah. Yeah. My fault.”
Mihail apologized as he stroked Chaika’s cheek. The resentment in Chaika’s eyes slowly melted away. Ah… this adorable, lovely thing. Mihail felt like he was going to lose his mind knowing he couldn’t just pin Chaika down and take him however he pleased. He needed to find a way. If he endured another month like this, either something would explode—or he’d waste away from sheer frustration.
A sweet scent drifted faintly from Chaika’s body, even without pregnancy pheromones. The source was none other than the fluid Chaika had spilled. Mihail gently pushed Chaika down onto the bed and moved lower. Startled, Chaika tried to close his legs, but he couldn’t possibly resist Mihail’s strength as he grabbed and spread his thighs apart.
“Don’t look. It’s embarrassing.”
Chaika covered his privates with both hands. Holding his pale thighs apart, Mihail leaned in between his legs. He made a snapping motion with his mouth, pretending to bite Chaika’s hands. Startled, Chaika instinctively pulled them away—and Mihail seized the opening, swallowing the slick, glistening cock whole.
“Ah!”
Chaika’s body tensed, but it was already too late. Mihail eagerly sucked and licked the semen steeped in a sweet scent that drove alphas mad, savoring it as though he were drinking honey.
“Aah!”
Chaika twisted his hips. The cock that had gone slack began to stiffen again inside Mihail’s mouth. His thighs, spread wide, trembled in spasms. Mihail released his grip, yet Chaika’s legs remained helplessly open.
The sounds of sucking, licking, and wet slurping echoed through the bedroom—lewd, obscene noises. Unable to endure the shame of having his privates fully exposed to Mihail’s gaze in broad daylight, Chaika covered his face with both hands. Mihail deliberately made exaggerated slurping sounds, stoking Chaika’s embarrassment. Each time Chaika squirmed in shame, the rigid cock inside Mihail’s mouth twitched. Ashamed—yet still aroused.
“Ah, aah, Lord Mihail, please don’t do th—ah!”
When Mihail sharpened his tongue and thrust it into the small, dented opening at the tip, probing and teasing it, Chaika threw his head back and moaned loudly. His wide-spread thighs trembled violently.
“Ahh, ugh, ngh, ah, no, ah! Ah!”
Each time Mihail’s tongue poked, scraped, and rubbed the opening, Chaika shuddered helplessly. After thoroughly enjoying his cries, Mihail swallowed the cock down to the root, then sucked hard from base to tip, like pulling on a lollipop.
“…Uhhhnngh!!!”
Chaika’s pale body went rigid. His nails dug into Mihail’s shoulders. Moments later, a rush of sweet, stimulating liquid flooded Mihail’s mouth. Mihail swallowed it eagerly and licked his lips in satisfaction.
When Mihail finally pulled back, Chaika’s spread legs dropped limply onto the bed. His upper body was still neatly clothed, while only his lower half lay bare—his pale body, the golden thicket soaked and gleaming with saliva, and his flushed cheeks and eyes, still red from the aftershocks of climax. Seen from above, it was nothing short of a breathtaking spectacle.
Mihail admired Chaika’s exposed state with deeply satisfied eyes, then climbed back up and kissed Chaika, lifting his slack chin. Chaika barely managed to respond, his tongue sluggish against Mihail’s in the soft, obscene kiss.
“I’m tired, Lord Mihail.”
Chaika pleaded pitifully. Clicking his tongue sympathetically, Mihail pressed a brief kiss to Chaika’s lips, then rolled him onto his side.
“Lord Mihail?”
Chaika called out in confusion. Instead of answering, Mihail gazed at Chaika’s pale hips, stacked neatly as he lay on his side with his knees drawn together. Sensing something strange, Chaika tried to turn back, but Mihail immediately pressed himself against Chaika’s back, leaving him unable to move.
Mihail gently pressed his already hard, swollen cock against the white curve of Chaika’s ass.
“Ah…!”
At last, Chaika seemed to realize what Mihail intended.
“Lord Mihail!”
Chaika tried to twist away in panic, but Mihail held him firmly from behind. With one hand, Mihail freed himself and pulled out his raging cock, then pushed it between Chaika’s pressed-together thighs. The sensation couldn’t compare to being inside Chaika’s body—but it was still dizzyingly pleasurable.
“Ah…”
Feeling the hot, hard cock slide between his thighs, Chaika shrank inward. Mihail kissed the nape of his neck and began to move his hips.
Each slick thrust rubbed against the soft, delicate flesh of Chaika’s thighs, stimulating him relentlessly. It felt unbearably good. Embarrassed and unfamiliar with the sensation, Chaika curled in on himself, breathing in short, shallow gasps.
“Chaika. Squeeze your thighs a little tighter.”
“…Ngh.”
At the obscene command, Chaika pressed his thighs together with effort. The pressure around Mihail’s cock increased. His body was weak to begin with, and holding tension in his legs made his thighs tremble visibly. Wanting to finish quickly for Chaika’s sake, Mihail picked up the pace. Each time his hips slapped against Chaika’s ass and thighs, wet smacking sounds rang out, growing faster and faster. Even so, Mihail couldn’t come easily.
“Chaika. Say it—‘Fill me up.’”
“…How could I say something like that….”
Chaika shook his head, even as Mihail’s hips continued to slap obscenely against him.
“It’s hard to come if it’s not inside you. And if it drags on, you’ll get tired. Right? Just say it once. I think I’ll be able to finish right away.”
Mihail murmured as he bit and sucked at Chaika’s nape.
“Don’t you want it to end quickly? Say it just once, and I’ll finish.”
Chaika panted, hesitating—then finally opened his mouth.
“L-Lord Mihail… please… fill me… up.”
The barely audible whisper sent a jolt through Mihail’s entire body. Holding Chaika tight, he surged into a final sprint. Each brutal thrust made flesh collide loudly. Moments later, Mihail clutched Chaika close, bit down on his nape, and released in a long, drawn-out climax.
The chaotic, obscene sounds of flesh ceased, replaced by ragged breathing that filled the bedroom. The afterglow of climax—the first in nearly a month—was long and languid. Mihail gnawed gently at Chaika’s nape, kissed him, and kneaded the hips he’d been pounding moments before. Then he turned Chaika’s head and kissed him softly.
When the haze faded enough for Mihail to see Chaika’s face, he let out a soft laugh. Chaika’s cheeks and eyes were still flushed deep red with embarrassment and shame. Mihail turned him to face him and smiled. Chaika tugged the sheet up to cover his lower body and muttered flatly,
“Pervert.”
Hearing the swirl of emotions packed into that single word, Mihail burst out laughing.
“What if something happens to the baby from all that rough movement?”
Chaika complained resentfully.
“It’s fine. My child’s tough enough to survive even that.”
At Mihail’s shameless boast, Chaika shot him a look of utter disbelief and muttered again,
“Pervert.”
“You really haven’t seen a real pervert yet.”
Mihail said, pinching Chaika’s nose. Chaika yanked the sheet up over his head entirely. Mihail slipped under the covers with him, grabbed Chaika’s face, and kissed him. The forced kiss quickly melted into a long, gentle one.
***
Warm spring passed, and before long, early summer arrived.
Though it had only just begun, midday heat already rivaled full summer, and people’s clothing grew correspondingly lighter. Except on rainy days, their daily walks now happened only on cooler afternoons.
Now newly into his second month of pregnancy, Chaika’s body had begun to show in earnest, his lower abdomen gently rounding. Whether because of the baby or his natural sensitivity to heat, Chaika would cling limply to cool floors whenever the daytime heat dragged on. As a result, servants rotated throughout the day, fanning him constantly.
With the pregnancy stabilized, Mihail no longer had to remain glued to Chaika’s side—but he still rarely left him. That said, he now found it easier to step away for short periods.
A month and a half had passed since the push for omega property rights began. Ilya holed himself up in the capital, where information from across the empire converged, sending everything he gathered back to Castiya Castle. In the conference room, the incoming intelligence was compiled and strategies devised nonstop. Though still in the early stages, the combination of meticulous data and brilliant minds was slowly giving shape to what once seemed impossible.
As things progressed smoothly, Mihail was summoned to the conference room more and more often. Some days he was called several times; other days he wouldn’t return for hours at a stretch. When that happened, Chaika sent all the servants away and spent the time alone with the physician.
