L*st and Death

Isaac’s cold voice brought tears welling up in the corners of Siron’s eyes. The command to wait was already humiliating enough, but he couldn’t believe the disgrace of having, without a shred of dignity, let his lust take over and sucked Baekgyeong’s cock.

“So you mean as long as there are pheromones in the air, you’ll take any cock?”

“A–ahhh!”

“Ha. Then open your mouth and speak.”

“Sob... no, ngh, I said no!”

Isaac looked down at Siron without a trace of a smile, then bent his knees to crouch lower. The stifling tension was like a massive beast lowering itself before an attack.

“I’d wanted our first time to have some meaning—respect.”

Isaac’s hand cupped Siron’s flushed cheek with deceptive gentleness, his thumb wiping away the tears threatening to spill. He gave a small, crooked smile.

“Well... it’s also been amusing, watching an omega respond to another alpha’s rut cycle.”

Receiving Siron’s hardening glare, Isaac shook his head.

“But it was an impossible desire from the start. A miscalculation.”

At a distance where his breath almost touched, Isaac met Siron’s gaze with a cold, analytical stare—then suddenly hauled him upright. In one motion, he lifted Siron off the ground and yanked down both pants and underwear.

“Uh? Ahh!”

Siron found himself standing astride Baekgyeong’s prone torso, legs spread, while Isaac braced his swaying body from behind. He twisted to get away, but Isaac’s hands clamped like shackles beneath his arms, leaving him no escape.

Isaac’s lower body pressed flush to Siron’s damp ass and pulled back again, the hot, rigid column of his cock sliding sticky against the cleft. The jolt of sensation was sharp enough to clear Siron’s head, and he struggled harder to break free—

“W–wait aahhh!”

The instant the head of Isaac’s cock touched his hole, there was no foreplay, no coaxing—he was driven in to the deepest point in a single thrust. The world tore open in a blinding red as crushing pressure and pain shattered thought.

Thud, thud!

The relentless shocks tearing through his insides came without pain now, as though his nervous circuits had been cut. For a moment, the world stopped.

But the numbness didn’t last. Suddenly the nerve of sensation opened again, and Siron realized he was being struck, over and over. It wasn’t simple pounding—it was something invading deep inside, breaking, damaging.

“Ah! It hurts—ahhh, agh!”

Isaac’s cock forced through the swollen folds of his hole, the brutal pressure and friction scraping his inner walls raw. Siron writhed desperately to get away, but those big hands locked on his waist held him immovably in place.

Before air could even fill his lungs, the rough pressure from behind ground his insides down, leaving him unable to breathe. Isaac’s hips slammed close against his ass, hammering his prostate, driving him deeper and deeper.

The blood vessels all over his body swelled; the pounding of his heart roared in his ears like a drum. Starved of oxygen, his lungs clenched painfully—Siron thought he might go mad.

Thud, thud, thud!

From the first, the thrusts had been merciless, and the stark difference in their heights only made it harder to bear. Each time Isaac speared deep, Siron felt his lower body lifted on that thick shaft. Unless he raised himself on tiptoe to the limit, he felt his full weight impaled on him.

“Ugh, sob, it hurts—ahhh!”

The hands gripping his waist slid up under his arms to clamp down on both shoulders, holding him immobile. His bent back straightened, lowering the angle of his hole—driving the thick, long cock even deeper inside. It was like standing precariously on his toes with a hole skewered on a thick, blunt spearpoint.

He strained with every ounce of strength, but gravity couldn’t be defied. The longer it went on, the deeper the pressure drove him down.

Each time Isaac’s cock ploughed through his inner walls, Siron’s body changed. The slick mucosa burned under the friction, the painful overstimulation feeding an unwilling anticipation of pleasure.

Baekgyeong’s pheromones and scent were making him crave—need—something. The hormones of an omega, evolved to survive mating with a violently bred alpha, spread to the ends of his nerves, commanding his body to receive that cock in bliss.

An absolute edict to drown in lust and become less than human. The realization that he had, somewhere deep down, wanted it made Siron’s nerves bristle in alarm.

“No, I—sob—no!”

His inner walls clung stickily to the cock filling him, slick fluids seeping thick between the tight spaces. The sensation was unbearably, shamefully exquisite, reddening his eyes.

“No? You’re sucking me so sweetly while dripping cock-juice everywhere.”

The front was no different—when the head pounded his swollen prostate like a fist, copious fluid leaked and splattered.

“Is filling a hungry hole an omega’s calling? You mean you don’t even recognize whose pheromones you’re smelling, and it’s fine to take any cock?”

Isaac mocked him, feeling the frantic tightening of Siron’s hole under the sway of pheromones.

“Hold on. I’m going to fuck you deeper.”

When his cock, moving at a steady depth and rhythm, jabbed the bent upper wall of Siron’s insides, his vision went black. The blunt ache and pleasure shot up his spine, and he screamed.

“Haaahh, no—ahhh—!”

But Isaac paid no mind to his resistance, driving deeper still and forcing new sensations on him. Siron realized the thrusting so far had been only a warm-up—now the real thing, beyond the limit, had begun.

The cock that had been knocking at the inner boundary now pressed hard on the last, tender barrier. Stretched to its limit, Siron’s hole kept spasming around him, still refusing entry.

When Isaac bore down again, widening the passage and forcing through, the head lodged against the curve, and his colon spasmed, unable to bear the monstrous girth.

“Ahhh—no, ahhh!”

Heat flushed through Siron’s body, sweat tracing down his spine, his muscles growing taut under the unbroken strain.

“Nggh, mmm... ahh!”

With a strangled moan, he came in long, stubborn spurts. Even with Isaac’s hand loosely cupping his cock, Siron’s body kept lewdly milking him, ejaculating in pulses.

Basking in the afterglow, having spilled from both ends, Siron slowly clawed back some clarity. He was still under the sway of pheromones, Isaac’s cock still lodged in the danger zone—but he was lucid enough to realize he’d been having sex with Isaac on top of Baekgyeong, and had ejaculated on the latter’s face.

Seeing the thick streaks of semen splattered over Baekgyeong’s deeply sleeping face, guilt hit him like he’d committed adultery, followed by raw, suffocating shame. His thoughts shorted out. All he could think of now was getting out.

“Ngh—let me go! I said let go.”

Peeling free of Isaac’s arm around his waist, Siron shuddered at the chilling sensation of the thick cock dragging against his inner walls as it slid out. Half-dressed, he bolted for the door.

But no sooner had he cleared the fourth-floor entrance than Isaac caught his wrist and shoved him against the stairwell railing.

“Let me go! Don’t—ahhh!”

His stomach hit the cold metal, and again that hot shaft pressed to his ass. The moment the thick length forced between his slick folds, Siron’s strength gave out like prey collapsing after a long chase.

“Ngghhaahh...”

The warm cock pushing into the narrow opening felt damnably sweet. Baekgyeong’s pheromones still writhed in the air, stripping away any will to resist, commanding him to take more.

Right. Of course. How could I refuse something this good?

Siron gave himself a bitter laugh, consumed by wretched pleasure.

Every scrape of that hot cock along his slickened inner walls sent a dull, aching pleasure through him. The blunt head pressed his prostate, teased the seams, rubbed against the soft grain of his mucosa.

From just before his colon to the rim of his hole, every surface was being pressed and used by Isaac’s body. The strange, throbbing sensation of being worn down everywhere at once drew mixed moans of pain and arousal.

No. I hate this. I hate it!

Somewhere far away, unreachable, his reason spat on the Siron enslaved by pheromones.

“No, nghh—stop—ahh!”

“No? But sucking off an unconscious patient’s fine? Haa... left alone, you looked about ready to climb on and ride him.”

“No, nghh—no—yaahhh!”

“Maybe I should’ve just watched you ride his cock instead?”

The stair rail creaked ominously as Siron, impaled on Isaac, spilled from both ends again. Near collapse, his legs gave out, and he wanted to rest—but suddenly his limp torso was hauled upright, his back pressed to Isaac’s chest.

Warm lips closed over his ear, Isaac’s palms caging both cock and chest, and Siron cried out. His walls, softened and yielding from the harsh pounding, were prodded again along the curved path toward his colon.

“Ah—no, not... nghhh!”

Without room to push him out, the head forced inside his most intimate depths. The sudden stretch flared in pain, the mucosa twisting, chafed. Sparks of heat burst from the point of connection and shot to his skull.

Agonizing pleasure crushed his whole body, his gut convulsing inwards. Siron thought he might throw up. But it wasn’t over—Isaac’s arms plunged under his armpits to clamp his shoulders and jerked his hips up.

“Ngghh—ahhh!”

Siron sobbed until his voice broke, somewhere between an animal’s howl and a scream. The sound was so raw he hardly recognized it as his own.

Past his navel, deeper still, Isaac’s cock tore through the wet, gripping passage. The inescapable destructive sensation was infuriating and despairing all at once. As sobs wracked him, his bladder gave way, spilling down the stairs beneath the railing.

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