Turning
chapter-618

Two large, elongated hands overlapped upon Yuder's own, which clutched at his thighs. The sensation of skin sliding over his fingers and the back of his hand made him momentarily catch his breath. At that moment,

"Ah... Hah...!"

His lower body pushed upwards, as the swollen organ forcefully penetrated the parted crevice.

In that instant, it seemed as if all his senses were solely devoted to this connection. Though his eyes could see, his mind couldn't register, and the sounds reaching his ears held no meaning. The pressure on his chest from the lifted posture and the urgent need for breath, his thoughts, even his own identity, were all forgotten.

Yuder wholly felt the tightness as the opening stretched to its limit, welcoming what he had long awaited. The tingling sensation as it made way deeper and deeper, shivering with excitement.

Time seemed to slow. The girth and shape of the organ inside him, every pulsating vein, and throbbing heartbeat were perceived with excruciating clarity.

Finally, when it felt like it was tapping against the very end of his insides, Yuder heard his own loud moan, distant as the ejaculate forcefully shot through his torso and chest.

"Aah...!"

The end of the wall within.

In this life, when Kishiar first overlapped with him, he never crossed that wall. It wasn't that he couldn't but rather he knew Yuder's limits better than Yuder himself did. Though he could have pushed further, he always stopped just before, sensing exactly where the end lay.

However, there was no need to push further deliberately. As their bodies merged more over time, Yuder's tolerance surprisingly increased.

And now.

Without any pain, the depths within opened wide, welcoming the organ pressing deeply against the wall's end.

"Uuh, ha, aah..."

Breathing was hard with the fullness inside, almost as if his belly had swollen up to his navel. With each short breath, the sensation of the organ pressing against the end of his wall briefly clouded his mind, but Yuder relished this feeling, having finally obtained what he desired.

Gasping like a beast that had overeaten, Yuder clenched his teeth and reached down to the joined area. That slight movement caused a deep tightening within.

His fingers, smeared in various fluids, caught the still not fully entered shaft and the soft ends of pubic hair.

Indeed.

His suspicion turned to certainty. Even though it had reached the wall's end, there was still more. Confirming this, Yuder felt a surge of thrill and joy inside his swollen belly.

Then, at last, a long breath escaped Kishiar. The shockingly deep and rapid penetration they both felt seemed like a very long time to savor. It wasn't only Yuder who felt this way. Kishiar, removing Yuder's hand exploring the joined area, intertwined their fingers and drew them towards his lips.

The rough fingertips, now exposed as their gloves were removed, received a brief kiss.

Simultaneously, their bodies began to tremble.

"Ah, ah... Ah!"

It was a movement more rugged than ever before. There was no time to synchronize and move together to the rhythm, such was the intensity. Yet, there was no sense of rejection. The sensations, which would usually feel too intense, were now surprisingly pleasant. If possible, he wanted the man entwined with him to be even more consumed by deep desires, to be moved by the same emotions, urging him on even more.

Thus, Yuder allowed the sounds erupting from his mouth to burst forth unrestrained. He made no attempt to hold back or suppress any of it.

Like a horse running freely on a path without any fences, their bodies intertwined and swayed. He shivered at the sensation of being filled and emptied ceaselessly.

"Uhhh..."

This was what he had desired.

This was the very sensation he had vaguely longed for.

In a parched thirst that knew no quenching, the flames that had only been rising were now being sated by a torrential downpour, greeted with jubilation. Though it felt like little movement had been made, another intense climax surged up to the crown of his head. Yuder, feeling strength gather in their abdomen, tightened his legs around the man's waist. Even if he couldn't move in rhythm, this alone made the penetration much deeper, the thick tip pushing further into the walls than before.

"Ah..."

Yuder shuddered, shaking his head. Droplets of sweat splashed, dampening his hair. Even the sensation of teeth sinking into his exposed neck felt like an intense pleasure.

When his inside was finally pushed to its limit, Yuder felt his vision blur and the area between his legs grow wet. The ejaculate that spurted from the trembling member, though thinner than before, was just as forceful.

However, this climax was not just at the front. As semen fell in front, the massive member that was tightly held in the back was also twisting and tightening, bringing a searing heat inside. This was the explosion of internal mucus that occurs when an Omega Awakener reaches the pinnacle of climax. The clear mucus that burst forth as he climaxed spurted and flowed between the joined parts, soaking his buttocks.

"Ah, ah... Ahh..."

It was an indescribable pleasure.

His vision alternated between darkness and light.

Yuder, feeling the hot sensation thrusting deep within and withdrawing, thought blankly.

'More, more... More...'

In response to his desire, Kishiar did not cease his movements even as Yuder shivered in climax. Moving as if Yuder's desires were his own, the man embraced Yuder deeply.

His lips ceaselessly stole kisses from Yuder's cheeks, eyes, nose, and lips. Though his movements lacked Yuder's leisure, there was a desperate, almost poignant feeling, as if not having a part of the other's body in his mouth meant death.

Yuder responded to these kisses as best as he could, embracing Kishiar's back. That was all he could do now. Their sweat-soaked fingertips, feeling the internal thrusting movements, twitched and flexed as if struck by lightning, sometimes slipping and scratching down the back in an inability to withstand the pleasure. But Kishiar never loosened his embrace around Yuder.

Yuder felt the sensation of swelling inside, as the moving member within him grew increasingly engorged. The inside of his belly, filled more tightly than ever, felt as though it might burst, yet the pleasure was so intense it was as if his mind was melting. Without a moment to adjust to the rhythm, his body twitched, his hips gyrated, and as he clenched his legs wrapped around the man, the latter's lips forcefully sucked in Yuder's lower lip.

As he reflexively parted his lips, the approaching tongue invaded Yuder's mouth deeper than ever before.

Simultaneously, with a dizzying surge of pleasure causing his hips to buck upwards, Kishiar's waist, which had retreated, now thrust forward with the most powerful force he had exerted thus far.

“…!”

The thick tip finally pierced through the wall of his belly, unleashing a ferocious pleasure.

Amidst a storm of sensations so intense it felt as if it might pierce his heart, his insides were soaked with a heat not his own. Yuder trembled as if impaled, unable to make a sound.

At that moment, his gaze was stolen by the face of the man in the darkness, wrinkling his brow in the height of pleasure.

The face of Kishiar La Orr, accustomed to suppressing even his pleasure to avoid being excessively rough, was not present here.

Yuder observed, through the sweat-drenched golden hair in the night's darkness, the man's eyes honestly crumbling in the moment of climax. He saw the rough breath and emotion that instinctively revealed itself, then seemed to hide away, only to be fully released when their eyes met.

It was a face Kishiar had never shown Yuder in all their previous encounters.

"Ah…"

It seemed as if his instincts made a quiet swallowing sound in his darkened mind.

How could any physical pleasure compare to the feeling of a parched earth finally drinking water?

"…"

When Yuder exhaled a long breath within the immense satisfaction, the man beneath him opened his eyes again. The man, looking down at Yuder laughing in satisfaction, pierced below him, similarly lifted the corners of his lips in a fierce smile.

In that moment, all the elegance that usually seeped through, and all the masks hidden beneath his smile, vanished from his face.

The man pulled Yuder's relaxed legs onto his shoulders. Even after climaxing, his member, undiminished in vigor, began to thrust vigorously into Yuder's belly once again. Yuder embraced the man's neck, welcoming the movement.

The second time was even more intense than the first. The member, having once breached the wall, now repeatedly crossed its boundary with unabated ferocity. With each thrust came immense shock and strength flooded his body, but so too did immense pleasure. Each time Yuder's legs, slick with sweat, almost slid off the shoulder, Kishiar repeatedly grasped them, restoring them to their original position.