Chapter 924

Turning

Chapter 924

The insertion was accomplished in an instant.

Completely drenched, the relaxed entrance stretched to its limit in a flash, filling up inside. Yuder was overwhelmed by a sensation so intense that he found himself unable to even breathe. The shock of pressure, as if everything that could be stimulated inside was about to burst, was in some ways more overwhelming than any torture he had endured.

When his vision, which had momentarily darkened, returned, a wild, animal-like groan, uncontrollable and incessant, escaped through his gritted teeth. Yuder, looking through blurred eyes at the semen he had spilled enough to soak the front of Kishiar's clothes, tightened his grip around Kishiar's neck as if clinging to a lifeline. Even as he gasped and gulped for air, the sensation of being filled and stirred inside was immensely stimulating.

"Uh...ugh...ah...!"

But there was no time to catch his breath. As Yuder surrendered to the unbearable stimulus, collapsing his waist into the man's embrace, Kishiar began to move, strengthening his grip around Yuder's waist.

Kishiar, despite appearing lean, had a body solid with muscle, far from light. Yet, he moved as if lighter than paper. Yuder moaned, instinctively moving in sync as he felt the presence inside him withdraw and plunge back in.

Every time he tensed and then relaxed his legs, which were firmly positioned, his body was struck up and down. The sound of liquid splashing from their connected parts seemed distant, and his fingers, wrapped around, were white with the intensity of his grip.

The same was true for Kishiar. As their movements hastened, Yuder could feel the increasing strength in Kishiar's grip. He seemed to be trying not to grip too tightly, but Yuder thought he wouldn't mind it being even firmer.

It wasn't painful, after all. More. He muttered inaudibly between gasps, pressing his forehead against the shoulder he leaned on. The scent emanating from their sweat-soaked skin was intoxicating, almost as if it wasn't human but something most tantalizing in the world.

Responding to Yuder's call, the man, who had tensed his neck muscles, intensified his grip around Yuder's waist. Simultaneously, his member penetrated deeper than ever before, striking the depths within with an unrestrained force. The sensation of being hit deep inside by its blunt end sent shivers through his insides. Once again, liquid flowed from the tightened spot, and a dizzying climax surged.

"Ahh...!"

He already knew that being on top meant deeper penetration due to his own weight, but today it felt even more profound.

His limbs trembled. His thighs, which had encased Kishiar, were now solely pulling him in tighter for a stronger bond. His body violently yearned for a more intense union. With his upper body clinging to the man embracing him, and his lower body moving in rhythm with the thrusts, every time he was lowered, his buttocks were crushed, and the sensation of their genitals rubbing forcefully against each other was breathtaking. The sofa made a sound as if it was about to collapse, but the noise from their joining was just as loud and didn't matter.

The sensation of his body being wildly stretched open wasn't entirely pleasant. There was a pain-like discomfort, and an instinctive sense of crisis from his flesh wildly flailing beyond control. But within that primal, almost savage pleasure, there certainly existed everything Yuder had desired.

An overwhelming satisfaction, as if they were the only two left in a world with nothing hidden.

Eyes, clear and transparent, were fixated solely on Yuder, as if forgetting everything else in the world. It felt like all nerves were connected and focused solely on the gaze that met below. Despite the impossibility of touch, the eyes' contact seemed to scratch the skin, sending sharp shocks continuously across the body, causing pleasure points, hitherto suppressed, to swell and threaten to burst.

Yuder knew, through instinct, that the end was near. He tensed his abdomen, judging through his primal senses. Inside, a stronger friction than before created a more intense wet sound, echoing robustly due to the writhing, unrelenting grip.

Kishiar furrowed his brow in response, half-closing his eyes. Yuder, captivated by the golden locks damp with sweat trickling down his forehead, kissed them. The kiss trailed from the forehead to the bridge of the nose and slid down, finally merging into another kiss.

The rapid up and down movements made it impossible to kiss properly as before. Teeth clashed, lips continuously misaligned, brushing against cheeks and corners of the mouth.

Yet, even those brief moments when their lips touched brought Yuder an intense pleasure. Filled entirely with Kishiar, above and below, front and back, he felt a sense of fullness akin to satisfaction.

Just a little more.

Just a bit.

It was the moment Yuder gasped for breath between their misaligned lips. Kishiar, moving increasingly faster, released his grip on Yuder's waist and pulled him closer.

Yuder's body, pressed down then sprung up, plummeted down again, engulfing Kishiar completely.

"Ah...!"

A sensation, surpassing any barrier Yuder had experienced before, rendered him rigid. The hand that pulled his head close aligned their lips perfectly.

Their tongues entwined deeply in an unerring kiss. Breath, expelled in shock, was entirely drawn into Kishiar. The deepest part inside, the breath, and everything invisible seemed wholly possessed by Kishiar.

Yuder, rigid in his climax, released a clear, pure liquid, different from the sticky pre-cum or white semen. He felt the hot fluid wetting between his legs in the midst of his release. Kishiar's eyes, too, seemed utterly captivated by the pure sensation.

After the seemingly endless climax, Yuder collapsed atop Kishiar, panting faintly for a long time.

He couldn't muster the energy to move even a finger. How much time had passed, where they were – all such thoughts seemed forgotten. All he felt was the lingering heat on his skin, intermittently trembling.

It was the first time he had been so depleted after just once. It felt more burdensome now than the overwhelming pleasure experienced during heat.

Kishiar, too, repeated the act of breathing in and out, his lips buried next to Yuder's neck. No words were exchanged, but the scents naturally emitted intertwined, communicating their current feelings.

'Yes, this vivid.'

Yuder blinked contentedly, surrendering to the embrace that enveloped him without a gap. As he took several deep breaths, strength gradually returned to his body, seemingly left with nothing but ashes. Soon, the unextinguished ember in his dark, faintly twisted eyes flared up once more.

Yuder lifted his head. Even without calling out, he immediately met the gaze of Kishiar, within which a similar flame quietly flickered.

That was enough. Yuder drew Kishiar's face closer and kissed him.

A moment later, a sound akin to the one before started emanating from the sofa.

—

Yuder opened his eyes in a black void.

It was a sensation hard to describe - unreal yet seemingly existing in reality. The physical senses felt almost numb, yet there was a strange, familiar feeling of perceiving something.

This familiarity stemmed from having experienced this sensation before. Yuder gazed intently into the darkness, pondering.

'...Back here again?'

This was a dream. But at the same time, it could be more than just a dream.

Yuder found himself in that darkness where he had encountered the hands clad in white gloves.

'...If it's as I experienced before, it should appear now.'

The faint memory of being pushed away with a warning not to come back the last time surfaced. But then, as now, Yuder hadn't come here by choice.