#32
The man spread Enrique’s thighs, his movements clumsy as he thrust forcefully into him. Each time the man withdrew and plunged deep inside, stars exploded behind Enrique’s eyes. The man’s dick fit Enrique perfectly, filling him completely and precisely hitting his pleasure points.
“Ah…k! …H…k…! Ught! Ah-ught! Ah, ah!”
Enrique clung to the man, his body shaking uncontrollably. With each powerful thrust, moans of pleasure escaped his lips. The man’s hands had left Enrique’s thighs, now holding him close as he focused on his rhythm.
“Ah-ught! Hft! Ah, h…k! Good! Good…! Ah…k!”
Enrique moaned honestly, the sounds sweeter than he ever expected.
The man’s breath grew heavier, his thrusts faster and stronger. Surprisingly, Enrique’s body moved with serpentine grace, accommodating the man’s every movement.
“Ah-ng! Ng! Hft…! Ah-hft!”
The situation—moaning with pleasure while being ravished by a stranger—should have been humiliating, but any sense of shame had vanished long ago. Only the intense pleasure and satisfaction dominated Enrique’s body and mind.
It was good. Damn good.
The man’s body seemed to exist solely for Enrique’s pleasure, fulfilling his every desire perfectly. Not even with Demiel and Hit had he experienced such overwhelming, mind-blowing pleasure.
“Ah… I… I’m coming…!”
The climax arrived suddenly. Enrique felt his mind fading, his fingernails digging into the man’s back. The thrusts became impossibly fast. He watched his own white legs flailing in the air, his consciousness blurring, threatening to overwhelm him.
“…Ah… Aah…!”
A hazy moan escaped him as his muscles contracted. Then, in the final moment, the man thrust deep and hard, as if to split Enrique in two.
“…Ah…eek…!!”
Overwhelming ecstasy consumed him.
Enrique clung to the man with all his might, as the man held him just as fiercely, as if to crush him. The strong scent of male pheromones and the intensely powerful climax sent shivers through his body. In his fading consciousness, he felt the man’s dick twitch, releasing a torrent of hot liquid.
When the long, pleasure-drenched climax finally ended, his muscles relaxed, his body going limp. His consciousness flickered on and off, like a dying flame. All he could hear were their ragged, heated breaths. Their intertwined bodies, breathing in harmony, filled the cramped, shabby hut.
“Enrique… Enrique…”
The man murmured in a low, husky voice, showering kisses on Enrique’s scalp and forehead. The lingering pleasure simmered, and the kisses rekindled the heat in his body. Enrique gasped for breath, staring blankly at the man whose cloak still covered his head. He wanted to see the man’s face, yet he also didn’t.
Desire and rage warred within him. A sliver of reason surfaced, and Enrique felt a wave of relief that the man hadn’t notched him. If he had, Enrique, in the midst of his heat, would undoubtedly have conceived a child—a catastrophic event.
“Enrique.”
The man’s kiss on Enrique’s cheek was burning hot. His voice, whispering Enrique’s name, dripped with tender intimacy and sweetness.
“You… you… who the hell are you?”
Enrique asked in a voice hoarse from his moans. Before the man could answer, he used his weakened hands to yank off the man’s hooded cloak.
The hood fell away, releasing a wave of the man’s strong pheromones into the air. Enrique’s eyes widened as he finally saw the man’s face.
“You… you…!”
Memories flooded back, the past rushing towards him. The dark eyes, simmering with heat, curved into a soft smile.
“We meet again, Enrique.”
The handsome man with black hair and dark eyes whispered sweetly.
“An… Tu-re?”
Enrique called out, his voice laced with disbelief. As if pleased to be recognized and addressed by name, the man—the grown-up Anture—gently kissed Enrique’s forehead.
“You… you… why are you here…?”
Enrique stammered, his mind a tangled mess.
“I couldn’t wait until spring. I came running. I only intended to see your face secretly…”
Anture chuckled sheepishly.
Enrique felt immense relief that the man was Anture, yet disbelief still lingered. The pretty boy was gone, replaced by a tall, muscular, dark-haired man. And that man had…
The thought spurred Enrique into action.
*Slap!*
Enrique’s hand connected squarely with Anture’s cheek. The force of the blow made his hand ache. Anture’s lip split, revealing a trickle of bright red blood. The blood, far from calming Enrique, only fueled his anger.
*Slap!*
Anture’s head turned to the side again.
“How dare you… do this…!”
Enrique gritted his teeth. The injustice of having unknowingly slept with a stranger, the despair over the potential consequences, and the self-loathing for his own instinctive surrender—it all overwhelmed him.
“I’m sorry, Enrique. I only wanted to save you, but seeing you again… I couldn’t control myself.”
Anture licked his split lip, offering an explanation. Enrique froze. He felt Anture’s dick, still deep inside him, growing heavy again. He realized once more that he had slept with Anture. And that their bodies were still intimately intertwined.
“You… you…!”
Feeling Anture’s imposing dick filling him, Enrique stumbled back. But Anture wouldn’t let him go.
“Enrique, I missed you so much. To finally meet you again… You’ve become even more beautiful. And this scent… I missed it so much…”
A rapturous look filled Anture’s dark eyes. Enrique realized Anture was on the verge of losing control. Just as Enrique had been overwhelmed by Anture’s pheromones, Anture was losing himself in the scent of Enrique’s heat.
“Snap out of it! You idiot!”
Enrique, forgetting all etiquette due a prince, shouted. But Anture’s eyes were no longer normal. The problem was that Anture, in his state, was emitting a powerful wave of pheromones. Exposed to the alpha’s pheromones during his heat, Enrique’s mind clouded, his instincts taking over, driven solely by pleasure.
“St… stop…”
Feeling his body heating up rapidly, Enrique tried to push Anture away. But his heavy weight remained unmoved. And the moment he thrust back, Enrique moaned with pleasure, involuntarily pulling Anture’s strong shoulders closer. Their bodies intertwined once more, as quickly as a snake.
*
The following was a long, tempestuous coupling.
They rolled around the cramped, shabby hut, relentlessly exploring each other. The small space was filled with their heat, moans, and sighs.
Enrique felt the stark difference between betas and alphas. During his heats with Demiel, his mind had been clouded, but he could still regain some control. He’d even prided himself on learning to manage and restrain himself over time.
But not now. Any flicker of reason was immediately extinguished by Anture’s intoxicating pheromones. Enrique repeatedly lost himself, becoming a helpless prisoner, consumed by their coupling, unable to resist.
He couldn’t even resent it, for Anture brought his only mind-numbing pleasure.
When he finally opened his eyes, feeling languid and refreshed, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the rough wooden walls. His memories were fragmented, but one thing was certain: they had engaged in endless, passionate lovemaking.
