How the Villainous Consort Avoids His Death Ending

A large hand gripped his thigh with intense force. The touch was relentless as it moved, parting his legs. An unknown center suddenly rose, and the rough motion was almost painful. A low moan escaped his lips.

“Mm, uh, uhh…”

Thick, long fingers dug into his hip bone. Somewhere along the way, his wet entrance eagerly sucked in the fingers. One, two, three fingers stretched, tickling the soft insides and delving deep.

The fingers swam deeper, probing a protruding flesh inside the walls. Instantly, his hips jerked, and his buttocks lifted. A sudden surge of heat flared up from somewhere deep within.

“Ah, uh, oh, ah. There, mmm…!”

“Ruellin.”

A low, raspy voice, almost a growl, slipped out. The fingers that had been tormenting the inner walls slowly withdrew. The soft flesh seemed reluctant to let go, sucking at the fingers. A soft chuckle echoed from above.

“Just a moment. Hold on, Ruellin.”

Tristan soothed him, gently patting his buttocks. The more he did, the more Ruellin squirmed, biting his lower lip. The slender fingers that had been probing his depths approached, caressing his lips. Shh—. The whisper carried a sweet scent.

And then, his legs lifted, and his back arched. The sudden movement caught him off guard, his eyes widening. When their gazes met, Tristan’s blue eyes held a gentle smile. But beyond the pupils, an eerie heat swirled.

“You’re right, Ruellin.”

“Tristan…? Mm, uh…”

“Now that I think about it, last time, it was you who started it. So this time, it’s my turn…”

Tristan slowly thrust his hips forward. The tightly closed entrance spread, gradually swallowing the thick tip.

“Mm, mm, uh…”

“It’s only fair to return the favor.”

The voice was laced with thrilling excitement and heat. Responding to the sound, the heated entrance spilled its juices. In an instant, the cabin was filled with a fresh, citrusy scent. It mingled with the heavy air, creating a dizzying sensation.

At the same time, Tristan’s focus blurred.

“Ah… mm, mmm, uhhh…!”

A heavy object ruthlessly plunged into the narrow passage. The entrance stretched to its limit, threatening to tear. The hard shaft pulsed somewhere in his lower abdomen. Every inch of flesh wrapped around the shaft burned with intense pleasure.

“Ah, p-please, it’s too deep, pull out, Tristan, ah, mm…!”

“Shh, relax, Ruellin.”

Tristan gripped his hips with both hands, staring intently. The heat in his gaze made Ruellin’s body flush. Each time, the inner flesh quivered, eager for deeper, rougher stimulation.

“Ah…”

Tristan exhaled deeply, beginning to move his hips with a gentle rhythm.

“Ah, mm… ah, ahh…!”

There was no time to catch his breath. The vibrant alpha pheromones overwhelmed the omega’s scent. With each thrust of Tristan’s hips, their hips and buttocks collided with a jarring force.

Despite the cries of pleasure, they sounded like sweet moans. The inner walls were relentlessly stirred, causing his body to shake. A shiver ran down his spine, and incoherent words spilled from his lips.

“Good, stop, more, good…”

Waves of pleasure crashed and receded, only to build again into a higher tide. It felt like being caught in a fierce storm, more intense than any rain he had ever experienced.