Chapter 107: Wanting His Child

My swollen rib cage pressed against my chest.

I found myself arching my hips instinctively.

My nipples, intensely stimulated by him, felt itchy.

I scraped my stiffly erect peaks against his chest.

“…In heat.”

I managed to say while moving my hips.

Just as a rut was the heat period for an Alpha, a heat cycle was the heat for an Omega.

The nobility preferred to use more elegant terms for this time, but its essence remained a period of heat where sexual desire devoured all reason.

Haha. Philius laughed, the sound a bit louder than before. His chest pressed against mine again, but that level of contact was no longer enough to satisfy me.

Am I going through that heat right now? Am I so desperate for his pheromones that I don’t know what to do with myself, just like when my manifestation fever spiked?

The thought that surfaced in my hazy mind brought me satisfaction. It felt like I had been given permission to be more honest.

I pulled my body away from his, which had been pressed tightly against me.

I reached back and grabbed his hand, which was lazily stroking my back, and pulled it forward to place it over my chest, where the itching sensation refused to fade.

“Touch me.”

I then pressed my lips against his.

“Rub them… hard.”

I couldn’t tell if my request had reached him.

It was because my tongue was instantly pulled into his mouth. However, my wish was fulfilled immediately.

He rubbed my chest with a force as powerful as the way he sucked on my tongue. It felt as though the nipples pinned beneath his palm were growing sharper and more erect.

He pinched the swollen peaks between his fingers and twisted them.

“Lift your hips higher.”

Having savored me enough, he released my tongue.

“Just touching you… isn’t enough, is it?”

His interest shifted elsewhere. He inhaled sharply as he looked down at my flushed, crimson nipples.

I heard the sound of him swallowing, as if his appetite had been whetted.

“I’ll suck them. A lot.” Those were the words I had been waiting for.

I adjusted my waist as he instructed. But it seemed I wasn’t the only one waiting; unable to endure the pace at which I offered my chest to his lips, he lowered his head first and took a nipple into his mouth.

The sensation of him nibbling and biting was unbearably good. He caressed the other side with his hand, kneading it as if he might tear it away.

I wrapped my arms around his head, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

The movement—biting sharply with his teeth and then soothing the sting with his tongue—gave my feverish breath no chance to settle.

He kept his promise to suck them as much as he could. Even when I pushed at his shoulders, unable to handle the continuous stimulation, he did not pull his mouth away from my chest.

Not until I, unable to endure it any longer, finally climaxed.

“Are you satisfied now?” My nipples, finally released, were swollen and puffy.

Philius asked as he rubbed the ejaculate spilled across his stomach with his hand. After countless climaxes, only a watery, thin fluid seeped from my member.

Yet, even after climaxing, my breathing did not calm down.

I felt goosebumps rise as my saliva-drenched nipples were exposed to the air and began to cool. Even that became a form of stimulation for me.

Ejaculating alone was not enough to satisfy me.

When I shook my head, Philius grinned, baring his teeth.

As I stared entranced at that face, which held a primal desire, his fingers suddenly rubbed my rear.

“You’re wet again.” He rubbed his wet fingers as if spreading the folds of the entrance, as if to confirm the fact for me.

“I’m not the only one like this.”

I felt a surge of resentment toward him for acting so nonchalant.

I couldn’t be the only one feeling anxious. The tip of his member had been prodding my perineum for a while now. I reached down and gripped him at the base.

His pubic hair, wet with my thin semen, tickled my fingers. I bit his lip. Though I had forgotten all technique and simply sucked on his mouth, his fingers pushed inside me.

But even that wasn’t enough for me. I wanted his member, already surging with protruding veins, to enter me quickly. I remembered vividly the feeling of that smooth tip swelling like a knot to fill me tightly.

The fear that it might be too much or that I might tear would flare up, but it was surpassed by a pleasure that paralyzed my mind. I hurriedly lifted my hips.

Feeling his fingers slip out, I pulled his shoulders close. I really must be in heat.

I didn’t bother to hold onto my reason, which was threatening to fade once again. Because the fact remained clear: the one I lusted for, and the one lusting for me, was Philius. It wasn’t that anyone would do; I had fallen into heat for the man who was in heat for me.

Therefore.

“Put it in. Right now.” I commanded him.

And he thrust inside all at once.

“More…” Still, I was not satisfied.

Holding him inside, I lowered my hips and sat back down.

“Ah…!”

I groaned, clinging to him as it felt like he was wedging into the deepest part of my body.

“Not yet.”

This time, he grabbed my waist and lifted me upward.

I shuddered at the sensation of him scraping against my inner walls as he withdrew. I tightened my rear firmly, fearing his member might pull out completely.

“Hng…!”

He broke through the tight space once again. Even his short gasps of breath enchanted me. Every time he lifted my body and pulled me back down, I moved my hips in rhythm with him.

“Ah, ah… it’s so good…!”

When the tip of his member finally swelled and plugged the entrance, I couldn’t hide it and cried out.

“Is it good?” “Ye… yes…” “Spilling everything… inside you?” “Yes, I love it… Ah…! More, more…!” Kh-h.

He groaned, pulling me into an embrace as I grew desperate. That voice further scrambled my already messy thoughts. I was lost within his forest.

The scent of moss and bark, damp earth and green leaves wrapped around me tightly. It felt as if this thick forest scent would follow me to the end, no matter where I went.

Because of that, I could feel at peace.

My scent of lilac blended in as if it had been blooming in his forest from the very beginning. Our scents paralyzed each other’s reason.

We became desperate only for the sensations we could gain from one another. Even holding each other tightly wasn’t enough; we began to crave more. I lowered my head to find his lips.

As if he had been waiting, he opened his mouth to welcome me.

Our tongues tangled. He made gulping sounds as he drank my saliva. I tightened my rear while thrusting my tongue into his mouth.

He sucked on my tongue just as he had sucked on my member. I could feel my inner walls twitching, trying to wring his member dry.

I was becoming frantic because I couldn’t pull him in any deeper.

“It opened…”

He suddenly spoke with lips drenched in my saliva.

His voice was filled with rapture.

I didn’t know what his words meant, but it was certain that I was caught in a fever no less intense than his. I felt his member, which had been prodding deeper every time, finally touch the very deepest point.

“Can you feel it too, Jay?” His member, which had retreated far enough for the knotted part to completely smooth out the folds of the entrance, slammed upward once more.

“Ah—…!”

I couldn’t answer his question.

I could only let out a long cry at the pleasure I felt. My breath was taken away by his member wedging into an even narrower crevice inside.

“Your inside… is completely open.”

Even so, I had to lower my hips all the way to take him in. It felt like fireworks were exploding in my head.

I couldn’t let go of that intense euphoria.

“I’m going to sow my seed in your womb, and I’m going to make you carry my child.”

I trembled as his member, which I thought couldn’t go any further, wedged even deeper inside.

“Do it.” So I whispered into his ear.

Squeezing the words out of my parched throat.

“Do you understand? You really… are going to carry my child.”

He growled, urging me on. As if he feared I hadn’t understood his words.

His bloodshot eyes seemed to glare at me. Seeing the greed and concern—those two conflicting emotions—contained within them, I laughed like a fool who knew nothing.

“Jay”

He prodded me again. Like someone who had been ordered to wait while the long-desired reward was right before his eyes.

Yet even at this moment, the veins standing out fiercely on his member were scraping against my insides.

I simply found his lack of patience adorable.

So, I lowered my hips as if sitting down completely on his lap.

“Kh…!”

Damn it. Muttering a still-awkward curse, he pulled me even closer. Even while shivering from the impact he gave, I was delighted by him trying to lock me in his arms even tighter.

Even the vein throbbing on his forehead from forcing down the urge to ejaculate looked beautiful to me.

I licked that protruding vein with my tongue.

That, too, returned to me as stimulation.

When my rear tightened even more, he let out another groan.

This bottomless fever I was feeling now all stemmed from greed.

Only now could I admit that fact.

“I want one, too. If it’s your child.”

Something I had never once imagined had suddenly become my desire. I began to dream of a child belonging to him and me, and a future spent with him.

A future where I had to be present.

“So… mmm…!”

No longer needing to wait for permission to proceed, he shook me as he pleased. It became impossible to even move my hips along with the pleasure.

I could only hold on by tightening my legs around his waist to keep from falling off. Eventually, I couldn’t even manage that.

Just receiving the pleasure he poured into me was overwhelming. A sound like a cheer echoed through my head with a bang.

“…!”

I couldn’t even make a sound. With my mouth hanging open, I simply endured the heat that poured violently into me. It was hotter than ever before.

I felt as if my whole body was melting away.

It was far hotter than the autumn afternoon sun filtering through the partially closed canopy.

I could feel him smiling as he watched me, completely driven to the brink and feeling the ultimate pleasure.

He, too, seemed to have fallen into a state of supreme ecstasy.

“Ah…!” I groaned belatedly.

When that intense rapture arrived, ironically, I could instinctively feel the end of the time where we could focus solely on each other drawing near.

So, I clung to him even more. Wishing for him to pour every last drop into me.