Content warning: explicit sexual act
“Ah! Faster!” he moaned, shaky hands gripping the bedsheets.
Liut leaned in, nuzzling the sweaty neck of his lover. He sped up his thrusts, as he’d been instructed, pleaded with, desperately demanded of, and the way the heat sucked his cock in was pure heaven.
“Fuck…” Liut cursed, sinking his teeth into the milky skin, feeling the pulse thrum under his lips.
There was a sob, a hug, trembling hands around his neck, pulling him closer.
“Yut, d-don’t hold back,” his lover murmured, digging his heels into the small of Liut’s back and forcing him deeper. The wet, hot pressure around his length, all the way to the hilt, drove Liut insane.
“Stop,” he whispered. A warning. Fisting his hands, he bit into the neck harder, hard enough to break skin with his canines. “I’ll hurt you.”
His lover clenched around him—what a silly, lovely thing—and kissed Liut’s temple.
“You won’t,” he assured, rocking his hips forward to meet the next thrust with his own torturous show of desire.
Like a vixen, he arched his body and made the sweetest sounds. They blended with the lewd squelching of their bodies, the slap of skin on skin, all generously laced with the salty smell of cum and the metallic taste of blood.
And in the midst of it all, heart pounding and throat sore with want, Liut felt himself a bit more alive.
He couldn’t hold back anymore; his cock was twitching, the tips of his fingers tingled with anticipation. How wonderful it would be—to forgo all caution and ram into that hole with all his might, so deep he would feel himself bulging through the belly, so deep those beautiful golden eyes would roll back and tears would stream down his cheeks as he hiccuped for breath.
“I warned you.” Liut finally gave up.
Prying himself away from the warmth of his lover's neck, Liut straightened up. With a shift, his cock pushed upward, making the body under him tremble as the pressure on the prostate changed.
“Hurry, Yut.” The golden eyes pleaded, lips puffy and glistening with spit as he bit into the lower one, uselessly trying to hide a whimper.
Grabbing those slim, long legs under the knees, Liut threw one over his shoulder and looked down at that pretty face begging him for more.
How wrong.
Liut was dying to have his lover beg for mercy, not for more. To have him cry, scream. Skin full of purple flowers and red marks, lips bitten bloody, thighs bruised and insides twitching around his cock.
And when they finally asked him to stop, yelled “no more”—as they all did, despite cockily promising to handle him—then he would murder a little part of himself and stop.
But this one? This one smiled up at him, hungry and even a bit desperately deranged, blood smeared on his shoulder, eyes burning bright. He clenched around Liut and dug his nails into his sides—challenging him, provoking him.
Eager to find out how this doll would break, Liut grinned back.
With the new angle, he pulled out to the tip, and—
⋆｡°✩JUST 30 SPECIAL SMUT COINS TO CONTINUE READING!⋆｡°✩
“AAAARGH!”
Jace threw his phone to the other end of the room. With that fucking pop-up, he’d also clutched his dick too hard, and now it hurt like a bitch.
After a few lacklustre pumps, Jace had to admit defeat—the self-pleasuring session was a complete failure. How could he forget to check the free status on that damn webnovel? How many times had he suffered through this fate by now?
Four.
He remembered each one dearly.
The first time, it was a cute vampire alpha x werewolf omega story; he’d almost bruised his prostate with a dildo from sheer rage.
The second was a mafia boss x indebted idiot type of cheap smut, terribly written, but the boss had a sexy aura even through the typos. Jace bit his tongue so hard it bled and he couldn’t talk normally for a week. How that was paywalled was beyond his understanding.
The third fiasco happened not so long ago—a well-written historical fantasy with great political schemes; he honestly read that one for the plot this time around. He didn’t even plan to jerk off, the side ship just had a delicious dynamic, and they finally got some action. And—bam. Sixty smut coins. Jace wasn’t even mad, just infinitely sad that his budget did not allow him this. The hard-on withered from the misery.
And now marked the fourth one. Though the physical damage could be overlooked, the emotional turmoil was too great.
Hugging his knees, Jace looked at the cracked screen of his phone lying on the other side of the room. Buried in a thick rug, its faint light switched from red to blue as that damn pop-up kept blinking.
This time around, it wasn’t the plot or the sexy vibes of the mafia boss, it was just… Liut was written as if all of Jace’s deepest desires and traumas were downloaded into an AI simulator and generated to check each of his boxes.
That was it.
Truthfully, Liut was another protagonist of a basic power fantasy story with harem vibes—or more like a smut chapter was sprinkled between arcs every time the author noticed a drop in readership. The majority of the lovers in the story didn’t even have a name, just some faceless beauties Liut bedded for this or that reason. Ever accommodating to the growing market, each smut chapter had two versions—where the protagonist slept with a man or a woman. Jace preferred the former, obviously.
And, alas, on the 143rd chapter, the feast had ended.
Morose and losing the will to live, Jace stood up and went to pick up the phone. There was a power outage—he couldn’t watch TV or entertain himself in any other way, so he resorted to mindless scrolling.
An alarm flashed at the top of the screen, which Jace swiped away, unbothered. It’d been years; if something were to happen, he would welcome it.
The noise outside, similar to a bike racing through the streets, made him grimace. He hated that sound.
Jumping back on the bed, Jace scrolled up to the free chapters of The Venerable One Has Found His Way.
Smiling as his eyes landed on the simple cover, he opened the prologue, ready for a re-read.
The bike engine sound grew louder.
How annoying.
Jace blindly searched for his earphones, eyes already glued to the first paragraphs.
The noise spiked up, roared so close and suddenly so fast, Jace recognized it instantly.
Looking out the window, he had just a moment to realize.
“Well, fuck.”
And then, there was a blast—hot, bright, painful, quick. And then, fucking finally, there was nothing.
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