Turning-Chapter 924

The insertion happened in an instant.

The entrance, soaked and loosened, was forced open to its limit in a flash, and the overwhelming sensation of being completely filled inside left Yuder unable even to breathe. The shock of every place that could only be stimulated when the fingertips shifted direction being crushed all at once was, in some ways, even worse than torture.

When his vision, which had momentarily gone black, returned, a mindless, animalistic moan was spilling uncontrollably from between his clenched teeth. Yuder, with blurred eyes, stared at the semen he had just vomited out, soaking the front of Kishiar’s clothes, and tightened his arms around the man’s neck as if clinging to a lifeline. Even as he gasped in shallow breaths, he could feel every twitch and throb inside him, and the stimulation was overwhelming.

“Hhngh... Ughh... Ha...!”

But there was no time to catch his breath. At the same time that Yuder collapsed his hips from the unbearable stimulation and leaned against the man’s neck, Kishiar tightened his grip around Yuder’s waist and began to move.

Though he looked relatively slender, the man's body, packed tightly with muscle, was by no means light—but Kishiar moved him as if he weighed less than a sheet of paper. Yuder let out a groan as he instinctively moved his body along with the sensation of being thrust into, pulled out, and then thrust back in again, deep and strong.

Every time he braced his legs to match the hands gripping his hips, then relaxed again, their bodies clapped against each other. The sound of fluids splashing from their connected parts echoed distantly, and his fingers dug so hard into Kishiar’s back that they turned white.

It was the same for Kishiar—the faster their coupling became, the harder the fingers holding ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) Yuder gripped him. It seemed like he was trying not to squeeze too tightly, but Yuder thought it would be fine if he held him even harder.

Because it didn’t hurt. Even in the midst of his gasping, Yuder mixed a voiceless mumble and sank his teeth into Kishiar’s sweat-soaked shoulder. The sticky, intoxicating scent rising from his skin made Yuder feel light-headed, as if it weren’t human flesh but something far more mouthwatering.

As if responding to Yuder’s desperate clinging, Kishiar tightened his hand on Yuder’s waist even more. At the same time, his length plunged even deeper than before, relentlessly slamming into the end of Yuder’s insides. The dull tip hammered against his belly, sending a shudder through his entire body. Fluid gushed again from the tightly clenching entrance, bringing another dizzying wave of climax.

"Ahh...!"

He already knew that being on top like this allowed it to reach much deeper than usual, but today it felt even more intense.

His arms and legs trembled violently. His thighs, wrapped tightly around Kishiar’s waist as if trapping him, were now only clinging harder, pulling him closer. His body, craving even stronger connection, trembled uncontrollably. Yuder clung to Kishiar’s upper body, which was embracing him, and moved his lower body in time with the relentless thrusts. Every time he was slammed down, his hips flattened against Kishiar, and the sensation of their bodies grinding together nearly stole his breath away. The sofa groaned under the strain, but the sounds from where they were connected were just as loud, so it didn’t matter.

The sensation of his body being forced open so violently wasn’t entirely pleasant. There was definitely a heaviness close to pain, a primal sense of crisis at being unable to control his frenzied body. But within that raw, almost savage pleasure, there were things Yuder had longed for.

A sense of fulfillment, as if the two of them were the only ones left in a world where nothing else existed.

Two clear eyes looking only at Yuder, forgetting everything else.

It felt like all his nerves had been pulled down to the place where they were connected, to that locked gaze. Even without being touched, it felt as if those eyes alone were scraping along every oversensitized nerve, sending sharp, constant shocks through his body.

It wouldn’t last much longer. Yuder knew instinctively and tensed his abdomen. With his insides clenching and writhing to never let go of his partner, the friction grew even stronger, the wet sounds even louder.

Reacting to it, Kishiar furrowed his brow and half-closed his eyes. Drawn in by the sight of golden hair soaked with sweat, Yuder pressed his lips against it. That kiss slid down from his forehead to the bridge of his nose and finally turned into a kiss on the lips once more.

Because of their rapidly moving bodies, they couldn’t manage a proper kiss. Their teeth clashed, lips slipped, brushing against cheeks and the corners of mouths.

Yet even those brief moments when their lips met sent far stronger pleasure crashing through Yuder. Being filled, from top to bottom, front to back, with nothing but Kishiar, felt like an overwhelming, blissful fullness.

Just a little more.

Just a little.

Yuder gasped between his parted lips, just as another collision of their bodies rocked him. Kishiar, who had been gripping his waist, suddenly released him and grabbed the back of Yuder’s head.

In the next moment, Yuder’s body, which had been bouncing upward, crashed down, swallowing Kishiar’s length to the very root.

"Ah...!"

It was the feeling of breaking through a wall—something he had felt once before.

Unable to withstand the surge of sensation, Yuder stiffened. Kishiar’s hand tugged the back of his head, perfectly sealing their lips together.

Tongues tangled deep in the non-slipping kiss. The breath Yuder exhaled in shock was drawn completely into Kishiar. It felt as if even the deepest parts inside him, his very breath, and everything invisible within him had been utterly claimed.

Yuder’s own length, pressed against Kishiar’s abdomen, twitched and released. It wasn’t sticky precum or thick semen, but something clearer and purer.

In the pleasure of release, Yuder felt the hot liquid soaking between his legs. He could sense that Kishiar’s eyes, too, were overtaken by a raw, uncontaminated sensation, more than ever before.

Finally, their lips parted, and the climax that seemed like it would never end faded. Yuder collapsed atop Kishiar’s body, panting thinly, unable to overcome the aftershocks for a long time.

He didn’t have the strength to move a single finger. He forgot how much time had passed, where they even were. All he could feel was the heat consuming his entire body and the lingering tremors on his skin.

It was the first time that just one round had drained him this completely. In some ways, it felt even more overwhelming than the monstrous pleasure he had felt during the heat cycle.

Kishiar, too, was breathing deeply against Yuder’s neck, arms still wrapped tightly around him. No words were exchanged, but their mingled scents told them everything they needed to know.

‘Yes. Something this vivid.’

Yuder surrendered himself to the scent of the man enveloping him without a sliver of space, blinking slowly in satisfaction. After a few deep breaths, strangely, strength began to return to his body. Through the faintly trembling black pupils, an unextinguished flame began to ignite.

Yuder lifted his head. Without needing to call out, he immediately met Kishiar’s gaze—where the same flames flickered quietly.

That was enough. Yuder pulled him into another kiss.

And soon after, similar sounds began echoing from the sofa once more.

***

Yuder opened his eyes in a pitch-black space.

It was a place that felt unreal, and yet also unmistakably real—a strange sensation that was difficult to explain. His physical senses seemed dulled, as if they had disappeared, and yet something was definitely there. It was a bizarre yet familiar feeling.

That familiarity was because he had experienced this sensation before. Yuder stared quietly into the darkness, thinking.

‘...Here again?’

This was a dream. And yet, it was also a place that might not be just a dream.

Yuder had come to the darkness where he had once met a hand clad in white gloves. ƒreewebɳovel.com

‘...If it follows the pattern, it should appear soon.’

The faint memory of being pushed away, told not to come again, surfaced. But back then—and now—Yuder had not come here by choice.