Captive: Sold To The Fox-eyed Alpha Who I Hate

Chapter 49: Put a baby inside me, Cilian [19++]

Captive: Sold To The Fox-eyed Alpha Who I Hate

Chapter 49: Put a baby inside me, Cilian [19++]

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Chapter 49: Put a baby inside me, Cilian [19++]

The entry process this time was even more frantic than the night before, like he wished to shove it all in one thrust.

Ren let out a strangled wail, his legs wrapping around Cilian’s waist more tightly in absolute surrender.

The bamboo bed groaned and creaked.

"Yes, Yes," Ren gasped, his fingers clawing at Cilian’s back. "There, fuck me Cilian."

"Do you like it that much?" Cilian asked, thrashing violently inside Ren. "Do you like that I’m filling you up? Answer me, Ren." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"Yes, Haaa—" his body shuddered and he came, without any warning.

His head thrashed back feeling Cilian push even deeper feeling Ren climax.

"You came so fast, Ren." Cilian said, his breath coming out in ragged hitches. "But what can we do? There’s still quite a lot more where that came from, right?"

Ren panted, his toes curling and his mind turning to mush. He could feel every single bit of his rational mind slipping away and he could not even hold it back.

But in this situation, he didn’t care. He didn’t see a need to get a hold of his rational mind either. Or his hard heart. All he cared about was getting filled.

"Ahhh, Cilian," he stuck his tongue out, his eyes rolling back from the ecstasy, and Cilian sucked on it.

"You’re so sweet, Ren, I want to eat you up. Every inch of you." Cilian said amidst his guttural groans and the creaking of the bamboo bed. "I’m going to cum inside you again. I’m going to put a baby inside you. You want that?"

"Yes, yes, Cilian... Hmph —Put... put a baby inside me. Please... I beg you. Just... Omph! Don’t... Don’t stop... Haa—"

Cilian grinned and gripped Ren’s hip.

"Fuck me more, Cilian."

"Alright, darling." Cilian lifted his head, sweat dripping down from his chin and soaking Ren’s chest. "Your wish is my command."

With the hard grip on Ren’s hip, his thrust became heavier, pushing Ren to the absolute edge of ecstasy as he continuously pounded that very spot that made Ren go crazy.

And then, his veins thickened around his neck and his jaw clenched, releasing a massive load into Ren that even Ren could feel the flood opening up in him.

It was hot, so hot... but it was still not enough.

"More," he said, his hand over his face with a deranged craving that even his eyes had completely dazed. "Haa—!" He shuddered. "Give me more, Cilian. I want..." he gulped. "...to carry your baby."

Cilian saw this and immediately grew hard again. This was just too good. He should definitely thank the locals for this gift later.

"Alright, Ren," he flipped Ren over and cupped his ass cheeks, rubbing his slimy and slippery cock over the ass and said, "I’m going in again. We’re not stopping until you carry my baby, okay?"

"Y-yes, I would..." he glanced back, his body shivering to the expectant thrill. "...really like that."

Outside, the villagers continued their song, celebrating a love they thought was pure, while inside the hut, two broken souls were being fused together by a fire that threatened to consume them both.

The aphrodisiac had stripped away every layer of Ren’s restraint, leaving him raw and exposed to a Cilian who had long since stopped pretending to be his protector, and had become his predator, devouring him until there was no part of him left to be seen.

By the time the village fires had burned down to gray ash and the songs had finally faded into the sound of the crashing waves, Ren had collapsed into a heavy, drug-induced sleep, his body still sweaty and sticky, tangled in the heat of the man who refused to let him go.

The next morning, the sun peeped through the bamboo and stabbed Ren right in the eye until he opened them.

Ren woke up with a groan that died in his throat. He felt heavy, felt uncomfortable, like someone had splashed juice all over him and the sugar content had dried.

He tried to sit up, but the first sensation that hit him was a dull, localized throbbing in his lower back that made it feel as though his spine had been replaced by metal. The heavy kind.

He couldn’t even feel his waist. It was numb, yet buzzing with a lingering phantom heat.

As his brain tried to recall why his body felt so ’broken’ it slowly cleared the fog of the ’Nectar’ and the memories began to hit him one by one like a slap across his face.

"Just... do it. I don’t care."

"Put a baby inside me."

"Don’t stop."

"Yes, yes, Cilian. I like that. Fuck me more."

"I love it, Cilian. I love your cock."

Ren’s face went from pale to a violent, searing shade of crimson in seconds. He had begged. He had actually begged for the very thing he had been terrified of just the day before.

And not just that but ’I love your cock’? What had come over him? What sort of witchcraft was it?

The embarrassment was so sharp it felt like someone had taken out his pride and poked holes into it. Slowly, he felt a cold, bubbling rage rise up in his chest.

This... this was all his fault. It was because he made him go through that tradition and drink that nectar. That fertility bullshit.

He looked to his side. Cilian was still sleeping, looking entirely too peaceful for a man who had spent the night being a ’starving beast.’

His left arm was locked around Ren’s waist like a shackle, his fingers spread over Ren’s hip with a possessive weight that made Ren’s skin crawl.

"Get... off," Ren croaked, his voice wrecked and dry.

Cilian didn’t budge. He only tightened his grip in his sleep, pulling Ren’s back flush against his chest, his scent of frost still heavy and intoxicating even in the morning light.

Ren snapped. Driven by a mix of humiliation and pure spite, he gathered what little strength he had left in his legs and delivered a sharp, uncoordinated kick, aiming to shove Cilian straight off the edge of the bamboo bed.

He succeeded, but he had forgotten one thing: Cilian wasn’t letting go.

With a startled grunt from the Alpha and a sharp yelp from the Omega, they both tumbled over the side.

They hit the dirt floor of the hut in a tangle of limbs and tangled robes, the impact jolting Ren’s aching back so hard he saw stars for the second time in twelve hours.

His ’broken’ body trembled and he felt even more humiliated.

"This... fuck!"

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