SPW 90

“Haak…. Eu….”

Florian, who couldn’t even crawl forward and just collapsed, was suddenly pulled down by a strong force. A heavy weight pressed down on Florian, and then Sarang mounted his back thighs. Sarang spread his legs wide, trapping Florian’s buttocks as if to envelop them, and brought his knees together. Thanks to that, Florian’s thighs, which had been limply spread, were naturally brought together as well.

Sarang, who gripped the buttocks that were reddened from constant friction as if kneading them, parted the glistening flesh. All sorts of bodily fluids that had pooled between the cheeks gushed, gushing out like water. The spilled fluids, instead of soaking the sheets, pooled on Florian’s tightly pressed thighs.

“Ah…. Hut.”

That, too, was brief. The slick that flowed out as he licked the swollen and loosened folds pooled together, then slosh, it overflowed. It wasn’t just the slick. The semen that was messily stuck together was also pushed out by the inner walls and spewed out in clumps. The veins and muscles on Sarang’s lower abdomen, who was placing his cock on top of that and grinding back and forth, were taut.

“Hoo-eu.”

He could vividly feel the folds twitching, pinned under the shaft of his cock. Sarang, who was reacting strongly to every single tickle of the folds that kept trying to stick to his cock, swallowed dryly and sweetly inhaled the pheromones. As if he had swallowed in one bite a fruit so ripe it had burst, Sarang, whose every single cell was consumed by the scent of figs that wafted back out from inside his stomach, just wanted to be immersed in this fulfilling sensation.

“Rian…. Rian.”

“Eung, eut.”

The omega’s pheromones, seeping through all the pores of his body, cooled the alpha’s heat-fever and spurred the procreative alpha’s desire. Sarang’s hip movements, who had spread the buttocks he gripped in his hands wide and then strongly brought them inward, began to quicken. The sturdy thigh muscles, like those of a stallion, split apart and fiercely bulged out.

“Eu…. Heu.”

Squelch, squelch, every time the bursting cock rubbed against the folds and moved back and forth, water splashed in all directions. From the gaping folds, slick and ejaculatory fluid gushed and gushed out. As the already wet cock fiercely rubbed against the folds and the flesh of his buttocks, Florian’s buttock muscles throb, they jumped.

The already swollen folds went wheeze, wheeze—making a pained sound, and the flesh of his buttocks, rubbing wildly against the cock, went squelch, squelch, making a loud noise. From the rapid friction, the mucus stuck to their lower bodies became slippery and foamed. The moment Florian’s small body twitched, Sarang became even more aroused.

Slap, slap. His hip movements became uncontrollably fast. His heavy testicles slapped against Florian’s buttocks and stained his thighs red.

“Haak, hak.”

As Sarang, who was panting heavily, tightened his grip, his buttocks contorted and were brought even closer together. It was incomparable to the tightness of his inner walls, but for Sarang, this was enough. No, just touching Florian felt like his head would explode.

“Heok, heu-eut!”

Semen burst from the glans that had been thrusting between his buttocks all the way up his slender back. The semen pouring from his urethral opening was still plentiful and thick. Still, even so, Sarang was not satisfied. He wanted to feel this fulfillment, again and again. He just wanted to engrave it into his body. On the contrary, Sarang, whose eyes grew hot from a thirst that deepened as if he had drunk salt water, fiercely hugged Florian.

“Rian, Rian….”

Florian’s legs, whose entire body, not just his lower half, was pressed down by Sarang’s weight, slid open. This was because Sarang, who was mounted right on his back, had hooked Florian’s thighs over his own knees and spread them wide to the side. This time, Sarang’s thighs, which occupied the inner space, pushed Florian’s legs up into a C-shape, and from his wide-open crotch, bodily fluids that had swelled like a river gushed out. Fluid also trickled down from Florian’s flattened testicles and penis. Puddles, and more puddles formed, and the sheets, on which puddles had repeatedly pooled, had long since lost their function.

“Haa.”

Sarang, who had finished a long ejaculation with his whole body trembling, went peck, peck, peck, kissing Florian’s nape, behind his ear, and his earlobe. Licking his earlobe, his tongue slid into his ear canal and slurp, slurp, it licked every nook and cranny of the hole. It felt as if he could touch the scent of figs with the tip of his tongue.

“Rian….”

The tip of Sarang’s cock, who was still not satisfied even after pouring out enough semen to fill Florian’s stomach, poke, poke, poked at the folds that were gasp, gasp, leaking slick. The folds, tangled with whitish mucus like a spiderweb, easily swallowed the fist-sized glans. Slurp, slurp, every time the glans was swallowed and then spat out from within the pulsing folds, a sound similar to a kiss was made.

Sarang, who liked that, gently thrust his hips, putting just the glans in and out slightly. At the same time, he went peck, peck, planting real kisses on Florian’s nape glistening with sweat, on his hard shoulders, on his well-shaped shoulder blades. As if that wasn’t enough, he bit and sucked on his flesh, and Florian’s back muscles twitched.

“Eumm.”

Only then coming to his senses, Florian, with his left cheek pressed to the sheet, pushed his eyelids open and assessed the situation. The bedroom, filled with a fog of pheromones and more pheromones, was overflowing with the scent of cool earth, the flesh of a completely burst fruit, and a sweet vanilla fragrance.

“Rian….”

Sarang, who noticed that Florian had woken up, pressed his lips to his right cheek and looked at Florian. The black eyes they met at close range seemed to be in their right mind, and at the same time, seemed to be consumed by heat-fever. Still, Sarang was Sarang. His touch, which should have been rough, was gentle yet persistent, and his body, which was simmering like a furnace fanned by a bellows, was tenacious.

“Rian.”

“Hah….”

Florian tried to exhale slowly, but it was still difficult. His vocal cords were damaged to the point of making a metallic sound, and his body, sucked dry by the dominant alpha’s lust, had long since collapsed from exhaustion.

“Rian….”

Sarang’s lips, which kept calling his name and burrowing into his nape, were also startlingly hot.

“…Sarang.”

Fortunately, perhaps thanks to not neglecting the exercise he did not particularly enjoy, he still had the strength to lift a finger. At his gesture to come closer, Sarang buried one cheek completely in the sheet. They were so close that the tips of their noses touched. Pheromones sprouted from their breaths. Even though they were overflowing, Sarang’s pheromones were endlessly released. Slowly, like lava. Unceasingly, as if they would never end.

“How do… you feel?”

The metallic sound caught in his throat before barely escaping. Sarang, who had been gazing at Florian’s elegant nose, which he could kiss with a peck if he just puckered his lips, rubbed his cheek against the sheet. Even from the sheets that never had a chance to dry, he could smell Florian’s scent.

“Good.”

“That’s… a relief.”

“I’m happy.”

“Haha.”

Sarang, who had slid his body completely to lie on his side to face him, finally pecked the tip of Florian’s nose. That was only the beginning. He pulled Florian’s neck to cradle it as if giving him an arm pillow, naturally making him lie facing him. He slipped his arm between Florian’s limp arms, pressed it firmly against the armpit he had been biting and sucking on for a long time, and wrapped his arm around his back.

Sarang, who lifted one leg to securely trap Florian’s lower body, did not stop there. Peck, peck, peck, despite his evident exhaustion, he relentlessly showered kisses on Florian’s face, which was as splendid as his blond hair.

Florian, who had become thoroughly accustomed to this persistent and tenacious skinship, freely gave his body while catching his breath and clearing his voice.

“I can’t feel my lower body, Sarang.”

Peck, peck.

“It’s a wonder I haven’t passed out from dehydration.”

Peck, peck, peck.

“Your body is still like a ball of fire, Sarang.”

Peck, peck.

“If I had been in heat too, we would have had a child by now.”

Smooch.

“Do you remember thrusting up to my uterine wall and knotting?”

Slurp.

“Receiving a knot while in my right mind was harder than I thought.”

Sarang, who had been kissing his eyelids, the bridge of his nose, his cheeks, his chin, his Adam’s apple, his nape, and so on, waited for Florian to finish speaking and then pressed their lips together. A thick, hot tongue pushed past the lips that opened without resistance. Florian’s mouth was not small, yet it was completely full.

Florian’s sexual sensitivity slowly awoke at the skillfulness with which he touched the roof of his mouth, sucked his tongue, carefully scraped the inside of his cheeks, and even touched the sphincter muscle in his throat. It felt good. If this was what heat was like, he felt he would welcome it even if it came at any time.

In reality, if he had been in his right mind, he would not have even had such a thought. That was how powerful the pheromones of a dominant alpha in heat were. They lifted the reason of a dominant omega who wasn’t even in heat like a balloon and made him continuously respond to a bottomless desire.

And it was not painful. Even though it was hard, the pleasant pleasure tapped and awakened Florian’s sexual sensitivity, like raindrops. Sarang’s pheromones were sweet and comforting. It was probably because of their high match rate, but….

“Ah.”

His lengthening thoughts were cut short by the deep kiss. Sarang, who was not satisfied no matter how much they mixed and entangled their tongues, slid the hand that was wrapped around his back. He then hooked one of Florian’s legs over his forearm and lifted it high. Florian, who was suddenly exposed from below like an animal urinating, did not even have time to feel shame. No, if Sarang wanted it, he would not have felt shame in the first place.

“Eumm.”

Florian, who moaned at the tongue that was filling his mouth to a bursting point and bent his head back, went hak, he sucked in a breath. Slurp, slurp, squelch. Despite that, Sarang’s glans, who continued the kiss without stopping his tongue, pierced deep through the folds. The fluid, which had been increasing in amount ever since Florian regained consciousness and started feeling sexually aroused, wet Sarang’s cock and lubricated it.

“Ah-ah—!”

Sarang, who had only been fiddling with the entrance of the hole with his glans, this time thrust his cock in at once. At the pressure after a long time, the semen that had been pooled inside squirted, it gushed out with a squishing sound. In the midst of that, Florian’s stomach, which was actually gently swollen with the semen that had not yet been discharged, bulged out.

It was Sarang’s cock that stretched the inner walls, which suctioned on tightly every time as if in a frenzy, passed the colon, and pushed up to the uterine wall. The skin of his stomach was lifted in the shape of his cock. It was a mark so clear that it could be confirmed with the naked eye, without needing to touch it.

However, Florian had no time to confirm that. Sarang’s cock, which had slid in with unbelievable ease, was push, push, pushing against his uterine wall. It pressed on his internal organs, squashing them in all directions, and smoothly paved a way inside. At that gentle shock, Florian ended up ejaculating.

“Rian…. You came.”

It was not a question. It was just that Sarang had noticed from the pressure that was squeezing his cock as if it would bite it off.

“Does it feel good? Rian…. It feels good, right?”

“Ah-hut-eut—!”

Sarang, who had asked a question for which he did not expect an answer in the first place, pulled his hips back and then thrusted, he thrust up again. Florian’s lips parted. From within the mouth where a moan was erupting, his bright red tongue, the tongue that had been bitten, sucked, and rubbed by Sarang, was trembling.

Florian could tell. While he was passed out, while he was exhausted and asleep, he must have been held by Sarang in this way.

“Ah-ah, ah—!”

“Kkht!”

This time, too, Sarang did not let Florian go until he collapsed. He increased his speed and intensity to a level that could not be matched and moved his hips, seeking out every spot that Florian felt. He would place the sleeping Florian on top of him and, until he woke up, would stir his insides and peck, peck, suck on his lips.

No matter how much he tasted, coveted, and devoured Florian, he only became thirstier, and when he could no longer bear it while holding him, he would swell the tip of his cock. He would hug Florian tightly and groan until all the semen had gushed out from his swollen cock and the knotting was over.

It wasn’t enough. Sarang was so in need of Florian that he wanted to cry.