Turning
chapter-617

For ten years, Yuder had occupied the position of Commander.

This meant that for a decade, he had lived buried among the world's most numerous Awakeners. Although an incomplete Omega Awakener who neither experienced heat nor emitted a scent, Yuder was familiar with the stories of numerous second gender Awakeners who underwent ordinary heats, stories unknown to him.

It wasn't necessary to spend the entire heat period asleep. Those who had grown accustomed to spending their heat with other second gender Awakeners instead of sleeping with the aid of sedatives could not understand those who chose to endure their heat in solitude. They extolled the virtues of faithfully following their instincts to enjoy pleasant moments, claiming that the exhaustion would vanish, leaving a refreshing sensation.

Yuder, however, could not comprehend the 'pleasant moments' they referred to. He failed to see what was refreshing or enjoyable about losing control of oneself.

For him, being a second gender Awakener was a source of agony. The single heat experience that had come and gone with his manifestation was a source of shame, and the powerless time when he could not control himself was a horror he did not even wish to imagine in dreams.

Therefore, he had never considered his scentlessness, lack of response to others' scents, and absence of heat period as a misfortune. Quite the contrary.

"Uh... Hmm."

But now, leaning against a door, deeply kissing the man who embraced him, Yuder felt differently about the words he had heard before.

His mind and body, governed by instinct, had become extremely simple. The experience wasn't as bad as he had vaguely imagined. The myriad thoughts that usually weighed heavily on his mind vanished, and his body, buried in heat, felt neither discomfort from his dormant abilities nor his heightened senses.

Despite feeling utterly powerless, he was surprisingly unafraid, for he was in contact with the one he most desired to devour.

Kishiar La Orr. As long as he was with him, Yuder was absolutely safe.

Though no one had taught him, he knew that only this man could bring rain to quench the fire within him. His instincts loudly proclaimed that Kishiar, too, was suppressing a sea of desires within him, desiring Yuder in kind.

So what was the problem? Was there any reason not to desire Kishiar?

No. There wasn't. He didn't want to hold back anymore.

It was time to show the man, who still didn't fully understand what it meant not to hold back, exactly what it entailed.

His thoughts were simple, but his goal was clear. Yuder murmured to him to keep his promise, insisting he not suppress himself in his presence and demanding to see everything. The man who had been prolonging the moment, neither fully rejecting nor accepting Yuder, finally conceded after administering a bitter medicine.

He supported Yuder, clinging to him, whispering the same words into his ear all the way here with a voice full of deep heat.

"It's okay. We'll arrive soon. No matter what happens, I won't let you go. If it's too hard, you can bite me..."

Each time those words penetrated his ears, chills spread from the inside of his ears throughout his body, and he trembled from within. When Yuder bit his neck like a permitted beast, he felt a patting hand on his back accompanied by a low moan. The scent that emanated from him confirmed that the moan was not one of pain.

Soft lips gently grazed Yuder's ear, cheek, and then his own lips, descending with a tremble that held a promise of more.

Yuder, without a word, could feel that this trembling was born of anticipation, just before a moment where restraint was no longer necessary.

And then, at the very moment the door opened and he entered,

"Sigh..."

Thud. The man who had been obediently offering his neck to Yuder suddenly shifted direction. As the door closed, Yuder's back was pressed against the hard door. Their lips locked in a breathless embrace. Yuder eagerly welcomed this, feeling as if water had finally been brought to his parched lips.

It was good. Truly good. He could feel his entire body rejoicing in ecstasy. The sensation of being tightly embraced, with not an inch of space between them, was unbelievably delightful.

As their tongues intertwined, a surge of acute sensations, incomparable to any before, shivered through them, and suddenly, Yuder's vision blurred. He realized that his body, tense to the point of pain since the moment he reunited with Kishiar, had finally reached its limit.

Without a chance to stop, everything began.

"Mmm..."

Yuder, tongues still entwined, opened his eyes hazily and shivered. The sensation of warmth spreading between his legs was dizzyingly pleasant.

"Ha... Ah..."

As he released the breath he had been holding during the height of pleasure, he felt his strength drain from his body, yet his hunger remained. It was only natural, as he had not yet obtained what he truly desired.

Before, his sensations had been scattered, but now, in the midst of this burning heat, they converged blindly toward one focal point. His desire for the figure before him was insatiable. Yuder, gasping for breath through slightly parted lips, reached out.

Still not enough. Faster. Hurry. In his eagerness, he roughly pushed aside the fabric of their clothes, and Kishiar supported Yuder's hips, rubbing his face against them.

"...At least, I wanted to give you a better place to rest..."

The old cabin, barely showing signs of human presence, was neater than one would expect for a rest stop occasionally used by herb gatherers. It contained only a makeshift bed, a small stove, and a pile of miscellaneous items like a storeroom.

Kishiar seemed to regret the simplicity, but Yuder did not mind at all.

What does it matter if it's a luxurious palace or a cramped cabin? Being together was enough.

Stop these needless thoughts. You only need to see me.

Yuder pressed his body forward to convey his desire. The intense scent emanating from him completely ensnared Kishiar. Their breaths mingled with heat, and they were soon intertwined again. Kishiar, too, focused solely on fulfilling Yuder's desires, saying nothing more.

The kiss that began near the door continued until they found themselves on the only space available to lie down, a straw bed. Their clothes had almost completely disappeared. There was no fire in the stove, yet they were not cold in the slightest.

The heat of their bodies, biting and licking each other, was so intense that it felt like flames rising within might consume them, leaving no room for the winter's chill to penetrate.

Kishiar, holding Yuder, extended his tongue boldly, licking and nibbling at his chest. Yuder's nipples, having been sucked on by his man several times before, remembered the pleasure that could be derived from there.

"Mmm, uh, ah..."

One side was powerfully sucked in, while sharp sensations rose within the lips; on the other side, the body shivered under the twisting sensation between long fingers. The sensation of being pressed and rubbed was surely close to pain, yet the more it tingled, the deeper the heat pooled in the belly became. It was a curious thing, but Yuder had long realized that such occurrences were possible under the hands of Kishiar.

Yuder grasped the two stiffly erect members pressed against each other between their bellies. Though it was impossible to hold both in one hand, Yuder shook them greedily. Each rub of their sensitive tips caused a burst of light before his eyes and irresistible sounds to flow from his lips.

"Ah, hmm... uh..."

Kishiar swallowed all these sounds, as if it were a waste to let them escape.

Often, an erect member is called ferocious, but anyone who saw the one in Yuder's grasp, Kishiar's, might have felt differently. Yuder found it beautiful, pulsing hotly in his fingers, unabashed in its displayed desire, so mesmerizing that no other words came to mind.

As his heart swelled with this feeling, Yuder could no longer be satisfied with just shaking them together. Gasping for breath, he spread his legs. Between them, already soaked from sustained heat, his own arousal was undeniable.

Deep in his belly, he yearned for something to penetrate that aching hunger.

He wanted it inside.

Then, he should just do it.

Yuder, feeling sweat trickle down his forehead, tightly gripped Kishiar's member. Just as he tried to recklessly pull it between his spread legs, a large hand stopped him. His body, quivering with anticipation, stiffened.

"Ah, hmm, why..."

"Not like this... without preparation. It'll hurt."

Even amidst heavy breathing, the firm voice sent a thrill down Yuder's spine. As Yuder looked up resentfully, Kishiar raised his torso. In the darkness, his perfect naked form shone clearly. In that moment of distraction, the man deliberately and sensually moistened his fingers in his mouth.

Yuder couldn't tear his gaze away from the sight, so blatantly arousing and honest. Kishiar's eyes, too, never left Yuder, openly spread beneath him, drenched in pleasure.

Finally, with a soft sound, Kishiar's fingers emerged from his lips, sufficiently lubricated. Yuder, heart racing with anticipation, spread his hand. Soon, the fingers plunged deeply between his spread legs.

"Hmm!"

Kishiar's fingers were much larger and longer than others. At first, even one finger felt like too much pressure, as if it would penetrate to the very depths of his belly.

But now, it was different. The suddenly yielding membrane swallowed two fingers at once, gripping them tightly as if it would never let go. A chilling pleasure surged, making his back arch.

Ah, that immense sensation of finally being filled in his starving place.

A thrill akin to goosebumps surged, and his body, already aflame, was drenched in ecstasy.

"Ah...!"

In the fantasy realm, Yuder, lost in the sensations overwhelming him, arched his body, unable to hear the groans escaping his lips.

Before he could fully regain his senses, a second surge of intense heat welled up at the tip of his heated member, and a white substance burst forth in disarray. Trembling with a desire that did not subside even after his second climax, Yuder embraced Kisiar.

The body he held was indistinguishably hot from his own. He thought he heard a man, who had passionately kissed his ear and thrust his tongue in a frenzy, whispering breathlessly, asking if he was alright, but he couldn't be sure.

Their entwined fingers explored each other, and each time they parted the sticky insides, his mind seemed to whiten. Initially accommodating two fingers, later more invaded, completely filling him. With each squelching sound, his body tensed, and sparks flew.

Yet, his body and instincts knew something was still missing.

"Ah... Uh, uh..."

Unable to form coherent words, Yuder expressed himself through his body instead. Pushing away Kisiar's hand and catching his breath, he grasped his own damp thighs, feeling his gaze drawn there.

Gasping for air, he exerted strength to part them, and soon felt the sensation of the opening giving way, briefly revealing a gap.

In the darkness, their gazes met for an instant.

Yuder greedily watched the last vestige of restraint vanish from Kisiar's eyes.