Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 56.1
“Hah…!”
Cielo’s lips parted involuntarily as Ryan’s cock pushed deeper inside. The stretched hole quivered, greedily swallowing him whole.
“W-Wait… It’s too—too big. Just… wait…”
Cielo pushed against Ryan’s abdomen, legs spreading wider—unaware how much the motion only inflamed Ryan’s hunger. A low growl rumbled from Ryan’s throat as he gripped Cielo’s thighs, pressing forward inch by torturous inch.
“Ngh—! Hah, Ryan…! T-Too deep…!”
“I’m not even halfway in yet.”
Ryan traced Cielo’s lower belly with a rough palm, never pausing his relentless advance. Cielo clenched his eyes shut, biting his lip to stifle the sounds threatening to spill. The shame of his own wildly spread legs and the lewd squelching noises burned hotter than the stretch.
“Hah… So, when are we getting married?”
Ryan’s voice was casual, but the pheromones he released were anything but. The thick scent clung to Cielo’s skin, coaxing his omega body to slick further—preparing to take more of his alpha.
“W-What nonsense… Hah…!”
“Nonsense? We talked about this. The Doberman Ducal House tradition—giving your first to your future spouse.”
Ryan gripped Cielo’s hips, reconsidering. Slow thrusts would only prolong the torture. Better to bury himself to the hilt and let Cielo adjust.
“I—Ahhk—!”
The words died as Ryan sheathed himself fully, punching a broken moan from Cielo’s throat. Precum dripped in sticky rivulets from his overly sensitive tip, his body quivering like a plucked string.
“Tch… Thought I’d loosened you up enough.”
The tight heat was still suffocating.
“Ryan…”
Cielo’s voice wavered, lips bitten red. He reached out blindly, and Ryan obeyed the silent plea, folding over him in a crushing embrace. He moved with deliberate slowness, grinding his teeth to keep his hips from snapping forward.
How maddening.
He wanted to pull out completely, watch that fluttering hole gape for him, then shove back in the moment Cielo begged. Wanted to fuck him raw until he sobbed promises to bear his child, until his thighs were painted with Ryan’s semen.
Squelch. Squelch.
Every thrust drew more slick, the bed already soaked from Cielo’s earlier climax. His lower body glistened, a mess of sweat and spend.
“Beautiful…”
Ryan marveled at the sight—the way Cielo’s stretched rim clenched around him, milking his cock with desperate greed. The alpha instinct he’d suppressed for so long roared to life.
‘Mine.’
He wanted this omega to be his in every way.
“Cielo.”
Ryan withdrew almost entirely, savoring the shuddering whine it tore from Cielo’s throat—then slammed back in with a snarl.
“I love you.”
Blood dripped from Ryan’s nose onto Cielo’s stomach as a torrent of pheromones engulfed them.
“…Ryan?”
Cielo barely had time to register the crimson streaks before the scent overwhelmed him. His vision blurred, body arching as pleasure short-circuited his thoughts.
“Ngh—! Hah… Hnn…!”
Dazed, he stared at his own trembling legs.
How many times had he come?
How many times had he blacked out, only to wake to the obscene squelch of their joined bodies? He faintly recalled sobbing from the pain of Ryan’s knot swelling inside him before darkness swallowed him again.
“Ry…an…”
His voice was wrecked, every syllable laced with a moan as another sharp thrust electrified his nerves.
“Yeah, sweetheart.”
Ryan’s breath was scorching against his ear, the endearment dripping with affection.
Sweetheart?
Since when had Cielo agreed to marriage?
“Enough… P-Please…”
“One more… Just once more…”
He should refuse. Should push him away.
But as Ryan buried himself to the root again, Cielo’s vision whited out—collapsing into unconsciousness once more.
***
Later —
Blinking sluggishly, Cielo forced his eyes open.
Even the slightest movement felt like lifting mountains. His body ached as if pummeled—reminiscent of the time he’d endured Oscar’s rut cycle.
“…Did his rut hit mid-way?”
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