Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 33.1
A thick tongue pushed between his parted lips, rubbing against the small, tender flesh inside.
Oscar swallowed every gasp from Cielo as if even that weren’t enough—sucking so hard it felt like he might drag out the very root of Cielo’s tongue.
Squelch. Slurp.
Their mixed saliva made lewd, sticky sounds.
Oscar, who had been chewing on Cielo’s tongue, slowly pulled back, intoxicated by the rising scent of acacia.
Where does this intoxicating fragrance even come from?
If he sucked and ravaged the source of that scent, could his whole life drown in it?
The Alpha’s urge to devour hammered against his ribs.
Before he realized it, Oscar had torn open the clothes Cielo had been clinging to. He buried his nose against bare skin, inhaling deeply as his fingers traced the curves of Cielo’s body.
Over the marks he’d left earlier, Oscar painted new red bruises—then smiled, satisfied.
“Pretty…”
In the past, he’d hidden his marks in secret places. Now, he reveled in the freedom to leave them openly.
As Oscar pressed kisses to Cielo’s chest, navel, and the delicate space above his pelvis, Cielo squirmed, oversensitive.
“Just—hurry…”
Unlike Oscar, who seemed determined to savor every inch, Cielo was unraveling.
From the moment the forest-like scent of Oscar’s pheromones hit him, his dripping hole had been clenching desperately, begging to be filled.
Thick, sticky fluid dripped from his twitching entrance, and his hips—devoid of shame—grinded against Oscar’s thigh.
Logically, Oscar should’ve been the one lost in rut. Yet here was Cielo, reacting as if he were in heat, his body burning hotter with every whiff of Alpha pheromones.
“Not yet.”
“You begged for permission earlier—!” Cielo whined.
Oscar gritted his teeth at the sound, exhaling a ragged breath.
“There’s a reason we can’t yet…”
He yanked down his pants, and his cock sprang free, slapping against Cielo’s lower stomach.
The scorching heat of it made Cielo’s gaze drop.
“This… this is—”
Was this even human-sized?
No—do dominant Alphas all have monsters like this?
While Cielo panicked, Oscar spread his legs and settled between them.
“Look.”
“…”
“Your hole’s clenched shut. It won’t open for me.”
Oscar rubbed the head of his cock against the tight ring, smearing precum and slick between them. The friction drew a broken moan from Cielo’s throat.
It’d hurt like hell if Oscar shoved in all at once.
Cielo knew his body might split open—yet he still craved it. He wanted to be stuffed, to be milked until this unbearable thirst vanished.
Maybe then the fever scorching his skin would fade.
Even as his rational mind warned of regret, the pheromones drowning his senses left no room for coherent thought.
“Put it in…”
Cielo arched his hips, aligning Oscar’s cock with his entrance.
His Omega body, desperate to take an Alpha, was already leaking profusely, his own erection straining against his stomach.
“Haah…”
Oscar, who’d only been grinding against him, suddenly gripped the back of Cielo’s knees and forced his legs wider.
“I warned you.”
The muttered words were strained. Oscar locked Cielo’s hips in place—then pushed the swollen head past the tight rim.
“Aah—! Nngh…!”
It felt like a red-hot iron spear splitting him open.
His lips fell slack, drool dripping as the sensation of his body being cleaved in half overwhelmed him. He tried to endure the pain, but his stretched hole could only clamp down desperately around Oscar’s girth.
Tears welled uncontrollably at the corners of his eyes.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Master…”
He should pull out. He should ask if Cielo was okay, make it hurt less—
But his fading rationality demanded the opposite: to bury deeper, to breed him properly.
Yet Oscar couldn’t stand seeing Cielo in pain. As a compromise, he reached down and gripped Cielo’s twitching cock.
He stroked it slowly at first, then tightened his grip, jerking him roughly.
The sudden friction made Cielo’s inner walls clench like a vice around Oscar’s cock.
“Fuck…”
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