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Not even halfway in, Felix pressed mercilessly on the swollen spot he’d stimulated earlier with his fingers.

The pain began to dissolve under a wave of overwhelming pleasure, rendering it powerless.

The tight, wet walls, never before stretched, began to give way, accommodating him deeper.

“No, no… I can’t.”

Unable to adapt to his first heat, Lowell instinctively voiced his rejection.

His remaining sliver of reason clung to those words, fearful of being completely swept away by the overpowering sensations.

As if responding to that resistance, Felix stilled.

“…If you want me to stop, say so now.”

Though his expression screamed of his desire to claim the omega beneath him, Felix’s voice was firm.

Sweat dripped from his face, trailing down Lowell’s spine.

The heat radiating from Felix’s body behind him and the room’s thick scent of apples clouded Lowell’s mind, melting what remained of his resistance.

“Face me while you do it.”

After a long, agonizing silence, Lowell finally spoke—his words not a rejection, but a surrender.

“Remember, you’re the one who asked for this.”

Gritting his teeth, Felix lifted Lowell’s body, turning him to face him completely.

“Ahh, ngh!”

Lowell flinched violently, expecting Felix to pull out before entering again.

But instead, Felix stirred him up without withdrawing, spreading him wider with sudden, jarring movements.

The sensation was even more intense than when he climaxed, his body responding with dramatic contractions.

“You’re leaking so much… ha, it’s soaking wet.”

As Felix had said, Lowell was dripping excessively, the fluid pooling onto the sheets beneath them and filling the room with lewd sounds.

“Can you hear it too?”

Felix teased, withdrawing slowly before thrusting back in at an unexpected angle.

The jolts made Lowell let out sharp cries, his hands trembling as he tried to cover his ears.

He couldn’t believe the sounds he was making, but even they seemed to fuel the arousal coursing through him.

“Hmm? I asked if you could hear it.”

Contrasting with his demanding tone, Felix tenderly cupped Lowell’s tear-streaked face, brushing against his damp cheeks.

Moonlight illuminated the sheen of tears, making them glisten.

Entranced by the sight, Felix froze, momentarily forgetting to move as he leaned in to capture Lowell’s lips.

After sharing a brief, heated kiss, Felix pulled back, looking down at Lowell as if urging him to say what he wanted.

“Yes, I hear it… So please… spare me.”

Felix’s reflection shone clearly in Lowell’s watery blue eyes, as if capturing his entire being.

Felix, who had always felt surrounded by darkness, was overcome by the sensation that his world was now dyed in brilliant blue.

“You’re beautiful.”

Felix murmured, barely aware of what he was saying.

Wrapping Lowell’s outstretched arms around his neck, Felix pushed his unmoving length inside—deeper and deeper.

Lowell, desperate not to let his moans escape, bit down hard on his lips.

“Don’t hold back sounds that are music to my ears.”

But Felix wasn’t one to allow such restraint.

Thick fingers pried open Lowell’s lips, pressing against his tongue, while Felix’s thrusts mercilessly hit the sensitive inner walls with precision.

“Ahh… hng… ahh!”

With each movement, parts of Lowell that fingers couldn’t reach were slowly forced open, the once-hidden space widening to accommodate Felix’s relentless intrusion.

“Good… yes… more… more!”

The newly stretched space reacted with fervor to every touch, as though every inch had become a hotspot for pleasure.

The fear that had once consumed Lowell had long since crumbled under the overwhelming stimuli, leaving only raw, primal instincts.

‘If it feels good, why not just enjoy it?’

The foreign sensation of being thoroughly filled was strange, but the undeniable ecstasy of the act kept him grounded.

Lowell came to a startlingly logical conclusion—if this was what intimacy entailed, then there was no need to feel ashamed.

Under different circumstances, it might have taken him much longer to accept this truth, but the intensity of the moment compressed his thoughts into a single, inescapable conclusion.

“Does it feel good? Want me to go deeper?”

Once the walls of his resistance crumbled, even his mouth moved instinctively, echoing his body’s desires.

“Yes, yes… all the way.”

“All the way? That might still be too much for you.”

“It’s fine.”

Felix, who had been moving cautiously to gauge Lowell’s loosened entrance, suddenly pushed in further, testing the limits.

At the same time, Lowell’s body, already strained from the stimulation, spasmed as another release erupted from him.

“It’s tight here. Should I keep going? Haa, hmm?”

Felix’s voice, low and sweet like a lullaby, further frayed Lowell’s composure.

Even his thighs trembled under the weight of the sensation, every sound and movement amplifying the experience.

Without giving him a chance to respond, Felix pressed the entrance with his length, teasingly tapping against it.

“Ah, it hurts… that spot, it hurts.”

Truthfully, the pain wasn’t unbearable, but a warning blared in Lowell’s mind: ‘This isn’t where it should go.’

Thankfully for him, Felix didn’t push further.

Instead, as if compensating for holding back, he moved his hips with unrestrained roughness.

“It hurts? Then this… this feels good, right?”

Despite his lack of finesse, Felix’s vigorous thrusts hit every sensitive spot inside Lowell, intensifying the pleasure.

The fluids spilling out were smeared and spread, his motions almost as if trying to scrape them away.

Lowell, mouth agape, could only nod repeatedly, succumbing entirely to the overwhelming sensation.

“Yes… good! Hngh…”

Seeing Lowell cling to him with unfocused eyes, Felix, now thoroughly lost in his own desire, cursed under his breath.

The elegant features on his sculpted face seemed oddly out of place with the harsh expletives he muttered.

“You really like this, huh? You won’t let go.”

“Ahh… yes.”

Lowell’s sounds were somewhere between a moan and an incoherent reply.

Felix responded by thrusting even harder, alternating between harsh movements and feather-light kisses scattered across Lowell’s body.

The violent intensity and gentle affection intertwined, igniting Lowell’s body with unbearable heat.

“It’s like honey is dripping from you down here. Sticky and sweet.”

Felix, his eyes bloodshot with arousal, reached out to spread Lowell’s wet, trembling entrance.

A lewd squelch accompanied the sight of the overstimulated opening.

“You’re too… too big. It won’t fit anymore.”

The length, which already seemed impossibly hard, swelled even further, threatening to stretch him beyond his limits.

As the omega’s body reacted instinctively to accommodate the foreign sensation, even Lowell, overwhelmed by euphoria moments before, shivered with unease.

“Damn it.”

Felix grimaced, not having anticipated that knotting would occur despite not sharing the same rut cycle.

Even as he tried to resist his instincts and pull back, his member, already embedded deeply, showed no signs of withdrawing.

It was clear it wouldn’t end until he climaxed.

“Ah, aah… It’s tearing me apart.”

Contrary to the tight, almost unbearable entrance, Lowell’s inner walls moved fervently as if eagerly awaiting the knotting.

They stirred chaotically, seemingly preparing to accept the impending release of seed.

Pressed to his limits by the relentless friction, Lowell let out a weak stream of pre-ejaculate, as if forgetting his earlier words of protest.

“Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.”

As Lowell’s body adjusted, creating space inside, Felix’s shaft began to move slightly.

Despite the sharp, grating sensations scraping his inner walls and the tears spilling from his eyes, Lowell instinctively spread his legs wider under the irresistible pull of an Omega in heat.

His lower body trembled, yet he made an effort to accommodate Felix’s knot, which seemed to ready itself for release.

“Put it inside.”

“It’s already inside.”

Lowell shook his head, indicating that wasn’t what he meant.

It was only a beat later that Felix realized Lowell wasn’t talking about his shaft but about releasing his seed.

Felix froze and asked, his voice taut, “Do you even know who I am?”

“Felix.”

The moment Lowell uttered his name, Felix’s long-suppressed climax finally surged forth.

As the hot liquid filled his inner walls, an overwhelming wave of pleasure engulfed Lowell, leaving his entire body trembling in ecstasy.

The sweet scent of honey-soaked apples filled the room.

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