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Finally alone, Sylvian smirked.
It wasn’t like he couldn’t handle it—especially if it was just Zeroth.
The potions he’d taken all day had filled his body with energy.
It wasn’t enough to match his prime, but it was more than enough stamina to last the night with Zeroth.
Just remembering Zeroth’s pheromones from this morning made his body heat up rapidly.
“Zeroth?”
Steeling himself, Sylvian carefully opened the door connecting to the couple’s bedroom and called his name.
“Hah.”
With every breath, Zeroth’s thick pheromones seeped deep into his lungs.
“Wh-where are—Ah!”
As Sylvian searched for Zeroth on the bed, a strong grip yanked his arm, making him cry out.
“Shh. Be good.”
“Hahk—Z-Zeroth?!”
Before he knew it, Sylvian was on the floor, breath catching at the sight of Zeroth looming over him.
Zeroth’s eyes, once red, had turned gold.
“Y-your eyes—Hng!”
Before he could even raise a hand to touch Zeroth’s face, Zeroth’s tongue plunged into his mouth.
The kiss was more frantic than usual, forcing Sylvian’s head to tilt back and forth.
“Kgh—Hhk!”
It was just a kiss, but his jaw ached from being forced open.
Only when the pheromones pinned him down, leaving him unable to move a finger, did Sylvian realize something was wrong.
“Nngh! Hah! It hurts!”
The moment he entered the room, he’d been dragged to the floor, his back burning where it scraped against the ground.
Zeroth’s hands tore through his thin sleepwear.
“Z-Zeroth! The bed—Hihk! Ahhn!”
Desperate, he pounded Zeroth’s shoulders, begging to move to the bed, but Zeroth acted like he didn’t understand, hungrily exploring Sylvian’s body instead.
“Nngh! Hhht!”
His body trembled as Zeroth bit down hard on his nape.
When he tried to push him away, he only slammed back against the floor, pain shooting through his joints.
“Hhngk! Hah! T-to the bed! Hahh!”
Zeroth hadn’t even entered him yet, but every time he thrust between Sylvian’s thighs, his hips hit the floor roughly.
“Hahp!”
He was definitely going to be covered in bruises.
Frantic, Sylvian released his own pheromones.
“Haa…”
As Zeroth inhaled them, a glimmer of reason returned to his eyes.
“S-Sylvian?”
“Hhng… Hah… Yes.”
It felt like hours had passed in an instant.
Tears streamed down Sylvian’s face from the pain in his back.
He had dismissed the explanation too lightly—that during rut, Zeroth might lose all control.
‘Ugh, I’m gonna die.’
As he went limp, Zeroth picked up his small frame and carried him to the bed.
“Sniff… How’s your body?”
“Thanks to your pheromones, I’m better.”
Once the rut started, Zeroth could think of nothing but Sylvian.
He had been holding back, fighting the urge to drag Sylvian from the next room, pin him down, and bury himself inside.
“Paul isn’t a quack.”
“Even with suppressants, I still hurt you.”
Sylvian laughed weakly at the sight of Zeroth gritting his teeth in frustration.
Mwah.
“Since there wasn’t a single Alpha in the mansion today, you must’ve stayed pure.”
Whoosh.
Sylvian’s face burned at the question.
After confirming his feelings, Zeroth took every chance—even during tea time—to check his purity.
Even though Sylvian sobbed that he trusted Zeroth now, Zeroth still feared he might shy away from his touch.
“There’s only you, Zeroth.”
Who could love a body like this?
Sylvian wrapped his arms around Zeroth’s neck, lifting his face to kiss his jaw.
“You’re kind and gentle. You make me feel like I’m the most precious, most beautiful person. It makes me so happy.”
He let out a piece of his deeply hidden heart.
Sylvian believed that as long as Zeroth loved him, he wouldn’t be as rough as before.
Though Zeroth called it a “purity check,” it was different now.
His touches were tender, filled with affection, and his eyes never stopped checking if Sylvian was in pain.
It was a little embarrassing, but if this was how Zeroth expressed love, so be it.
‘Maybe this is what adult happiness is like.’
Sylvian smiled brightly up at Zeroth.
“I’ll try not to hurt you.”
“Hhng!”
Their lips met again.
It felt like a blazing fire was spreading from his mouth deep into his body.
The heat traveled down his throat, warming his stomach before sinking lower, lower—
“Nngh! Hahh!”
His arms and legs tensed, body writhing.
The deeper the kiss, the more Sylvian clung to Zeroth.
“Nngh—!”
A large hand slid down his pale body before slipping between his cheeks.
With no time to even touch his chest, a single finger pushed into Sylvian’s slick entrance.
“…Too tight.”
“Hahk! Nn! F-fast!”
Even with just one finger inside, Zeroth paused at the tightness.
Then, bending down, his mouth met Sylvian’s entrance.
“Ahh! No! Hah! Stop!”
Lately, Zeroth had taken to licking him there, and Sylvian shuddered, twisting his hips away.
Fingers alone were enough, but whenever Zeroth used his tongue, the slippery sensation and the scorching heat were unbearable.
“Hhngk! Aahn! Ahh!”
“They say the lady’s pussy is good.”
“!”
The dual assault of tongue and fingers made Sylvian’s hips jerk off the bed.
His pale backside pressed into Zeroth’s face, chasing pleasure.
His hips rocked, begging for more.
“Ah! Ahh!”
His body, as if consumed by pheromones, opened eagerly to Zeroth’s touch.
“Do you like it?”
“Hah! Yes!”
Tears streaming, Sylvian’s answer made Zeroth pull back—only to shove three fingers in at once.
His face twisted in tears, but his lower body clenched harder.
Zeroth’s thick cock pulsed aggressively.
“Let’s use both ends.”
A strong grip on his shoulders, and the sight of Zeroth’s veined, crimson-red length filled his vision.
“Hihhk!”
Zeroth’s fingers never stopped stretching him.
“Hahp.”
Trembling, Sylvian parted his lips and took Zeroth into his mouth.
“Kgh! Nngh!”
Each thrust down his throat drew choked whimpers.
The more he whimpered, the tighter his entrance clenched, making Zeroth’s hips snap harder.
“Kghhk!”
“Shh.”
Golden light flickered in Zeroth’s eyes.
He should be gentle, but instinct had overridden reason.
Every time Sylvian sobbed, Zeroth’s fingers ravaged him rougher.
His throat was good, but Zeroth seemed to remember deeper places—pounding into his mouth relentlessly.
“Ahhp!”
Sylvian slapped Zeroth’s thigh frantically.
Gagging, his stomach churned as his uvula was hit over and over.
Tears streamed nonstop—each retreat gave him a breath before the next brutal thrust.
Just cum already and fuck me properly!
Head held in place, Sylvian shuddered at the sensation of thick fingers greedily stretching him.
“Kgh! Kghk!”
“So pretty.”
Mwah.
As he barely managed to swallow the sudden burst of cum, a kiss landed on his upturned face.
I’m dying—I’m really dying.
The main story hadn’t even begun yet, but his body had already gone limp.
Whether it was because his body had synced with Zeroth’s rut, his pheromones were running wild.
“Hah—! Nngh! Down—! Zeroth!”
“Haah… Beg a little more prettily for me.”
Now that he’d pulled out once, it seemed his senses had returned—the man smirked wickedly as he urged Sylvian on.
“Ah—! Hng! Fill me… with Zeroth… Please.”
There were more certain words he’d been taught, but Sylvian spoke what he truly wanted most.
At Sylvian’s words, Zeroth paused abruptly, a dangerous smile curling at his lips.
He wanted to sink his teeth into Sylvian’s throat right then, to fill himself with his blood.
Those green eyes, blurred with tears, those swollen lips reddened from his kisses, even that small cock—he wanted to devour every part of him, make him entirely his own.
“Sylvian, take all of it. Don’t let a single drop spill.”
Zeroth slowly licked his lips before spreading Sylvian’s thighs wide, aligning his tip with that twitching hole.
“Hng—!”
The golden eyes that met his were dizzyingly intense.
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