#67
This is the second heat spent with Anture. Although Anture still claimed to dislike children, he was a man and an Alpha. There was no way he could resist the lethal heat pheromones emitted by a strong Omega. If he could just push him down like this and induce his rut… he could have a child in no time.
Enrique recalled the child he had thought of earlier at the fishing spot. Black hair, black eyes, a white face, and a pure, innocent gaze… He was certain that the first child, the one who would stay by his side, would resemble Anture perfectly.
Enrique quietly exhaled, his breath heated with excitement, and reached out. Slowly, he brushed the back of Anture’s hand resting on the armrest of the chair with his fingertips. He gently traced the solid bones and flexible muscles of the hand and fingers, sliding his fingers down to the strong forearm.
Their eyes met. The moment he looked into those black eyes, Enrique smiled with a charm he never knew he could possess. He wanted this man before him, Anture. He wanted to spend a hot time filled with all kinds of pleasures in his embrace. He wanted this strong man to be completely lost in him. And finally, he wanted to carry this man’s child in his womb.
“Enrique, you…”
Without needing to make an effort, his body naturally exuded alluring pheromones. Anture’s black eyes flickered slightly. Enrique felt the strength surging in the forearm he was caressing with his fingers. He smoothly rose from the chair.
Standing before Anture, Enrique slowly began to unbutton his shirt, one button at a time.
“Don’t do this, Enrique. Not today.”
Anture said through clenched teeth. His entire body was tense, clearly resisting the pheromones desperately. Enrique climbed onto Anture’s chair, his shirt completely unbuttoned, and wrapped his arms around Anture’s neck.
“Let’s do it, Anture.”
“Enrique.”
“I can’t hold back anymore. Are you going to leave me to struggle alone like this?”
Enrique whispered as he bit Anture’s earlobe. The sight of the man, desperately resisting with his body tensed, was cute and endearing. He hoped that his reason would shatter, and he would pounce on him like a beast.
Enrique continued to pop open Anture’s shirt buttons one by one. Then, burying his nose in the nape of Anture’s neck, he inhaled deeply and slipped his hand into his pants.
Anture was already fully erect. The heat radiating from his angry dick made Enrique’s body burn even hotter.
“I want to be a mess in your arms. I want you to stir me up with this. And I want you to fill me up. I want to have your child, Anture. Please hold me.”
Enrique whispered words he would never normally think of in a heated voice into Anture’s ear. He teased Anture’s firm and robust dick, urging him on. And at the moment he bit into Anture’s nape, Anture suddenly erupted with pheromones like an explosion.
There was no time to think “It’s done.” His body felt like it was floating, and the next moment, Enrique found himself pressed down on the carpet in front of the fireplace.
“Damn it. Damn it, Enrique!”
Anture growled as he violently tore Enrique’s pants apart. Seeing the black eyes devoid of reason, completely dominated by desire, Enrique smiled with satisfaction. He willingly let go of the last remnants of his reason.
Instead of reason, only instinct ruled over the two of them. They clung to each other like breeding animals, desperately exploring one another. There was no gentle foreplay, caresses, or whispers of love. They surrendered their bodies to the primal urge to explore each other.
“Haah…!”
Anture’s dick pushed in urgently to the hilt. Instead of pain, Enrique trembled with ecstasy and pleasure. The fullness of Anture’s dick inside him sent jolts of electricity throughout his body. The sweet pleasure rising from his belly drenched him completely.
Enrique wrapped his arms around Anture’s neck and moved his hips, wanting to take Anture even deeper. Each time the dick thrust deeply inside him, a moan mixed with seduction escaped his lips.
“Ah! Ugh! Hah…! Good! Good, Anture!”
Enrique expressed his feelings with utmost honesty. Each time he was filled and the dick sank deep inside, intense excitement struck him like a wave. He couldn’t even tell if he was breathing. It was simply ecstatic, sweet, and intense.
The concept of time had completely vanished. The two of them, dripping with sweat, touched, bit, and scratched each other’s moist skin, indulging only in one another. The overwhelming pleasure made Enrique’s dick sticky with the liquid that flowed from him.
Pleasure soared, bouncing up to heights he couldn’t even comprehend. Tears of ecstasy streamed down as the deeply embedded dick stirred within him, causing his entire body to convulse in delight.
“Do it, do it, Anture.”
Enrique pleaded, not even knowing what he was begging for. His body, his instincts craved something. He wanted to be filled deeply with this man’s essence. He wished for more.
“Please, do it, Anture. Hurry.”
Even amidst the chaotic shaking, Enrique continued to urge him on. He wanted this man to impregnate him right away. He wanted to carry this man’s seed in his womb. Yes, that was what he desired.
As he trembled, his consciousness flickering in and out, when Enrique reached his peak again, shaking and convulsing, a faint light flickered in Anture’s black eyes, which were filled only with lust.
“Ugh…”
Anture’s face contorted in pain. Enrique saw his hand, which was pressed against the ground, trembling as it clenched into a fist. Gasping for breath, Enrique looked up at Anture, who had suddenly stopped.
“…Anture?”
Even in his scattered thoughts, Enrique faintly called Anture’s name. He felt the dick embedded deep inside him twitching. It was growing larger inside him.
“Ah…”
Even with his reason fading, Enrique realized that the moment he had longed for had come. Anture was knotting. The moment he realized this, a wave of ecstatic shivers coursed through his body.
“Anture.”
Enrique called out Anture’s name in a voice filled with joy, trembling with excitement. But the next moment, Anture gritted his teeth and pulled his dick out of Enrique’s body in one swift motion.
“…Ah?”
His insides suddenly felt empty. An unbearable sense of loss washed over him.
“Anture… why…?”
Enrique looked up at Anture with bewildered eyes. Anture was breathing heavily, as if trying to suppress the intense instinct surging within him, his eyes tightly shut.
“Put it back in, Anture. Do it again. Please.”
Enrique urged desperately. Sweat dripped from Anture’s chin, wetting Enrique’s cheek.
“I’m sorry, Enrique. I can’t do it anymore.”
Anture said through clenched teeth in a strained voice. When his tightly shut eyelids lifted, Enrique saw the black eyes desperately trying to regain their reason.
Enrique’s scattered thoughts began to return little by little. Their bodies were still hot as if they had been scorched, yet neither of them had any intention of continuing. Watching Anture, who was struggling to suppress his knot after the rut had burst, left Enrique in a daze.
Was it so distasteful that he could even suppress his instinctual desires?
Why was he rejecting Enrique’s desperate pleas so fiercely?
A wave of humiliation and shame surged through Enrique, feeling thoroughly rejected by Anture. He grabbed a handful of Anture’s hair and demanded firmly.
“Have sex with me right now. Impregnate me, Anture.”
At Enrique’s cold demand, Anture squeezed his eyes shut again.
“Anture Ruben!”
Enrique shouted coldly. He could not tolerate Anture’s desperate rejection of him like this.
When Anture opened his eyes, they were clearer than before. He removed Enrique’s hand from his hair with his large hand and sat up.
Anture’s breathing became more even as he stared at the fireplace. Enrique lay still, chewing on the filthy feeling of being abandoned. It truly felt… dirty.
As he stood up abruptly, his body, which had been through so much, swayed slightly. Anture, sensing his movement like a ghost, rose and supported Enrique.
“Let go!”
Enrique immediately pushed Anture away. But he was not strong enough to shake off Anture’s powerful grip.
Anture hugged Enrique tightly from behind. After a moment of catching his breath, he whispered in his ear.
