Cilian landed on the bottom, taking the brunt of the fall. He lay there for a moment, his chest heaving, before a low, gravelly chuckle started deep in his throat. He didn’t even try to get up; he just looked up at Ren, who was pinned on top of him, disheveled and fuming.

"Haa... What’s the rush, darling?" Cilian asked, his voice thick with sleep and a lingering, dark satisfaction.

He reached up, his hand brushing a stray strand of hair from Ren’s flushed face.

"Were you looking for some morning action? I didn’t think you’d be this energetic after the way you were sobbing for me to put a baby in you last night."

Ren’s teeth audibly ground together. He shoved Cilian’s face away with both hands, his eyes flashing with a murderous light.

"Go to hell, Cilian! Just go to hell!" Ren yelled, his voice cracking.

He was angry. He was upset. He was beyond mortified. Begging Cilian to get him pregnant?

That was the last thing he wanted.

He trembled, feeling humiliated to the point that tears filled his eyes.

"I hate you, Cilian. I hate you so much. How could you... How could you do this to me?"

Cilian watched him tremble, watched the tears welling in his eyes, and then chuckled deeply.

"You act as if I forced you. You begged for it, Ren."

"But it was the nectar. It was..."

"I also drank the nectar, Ren," Cilian said. "I wouldn’t have been able to stop the process since I was also not in my right mind."

Right, they were both drugged by the ’hospitable’ locals. And the locals didn’t exactly do anything wrong because they had been the ones to deceive them that they were a married couple, they had agreed to the tradition, and they had drunk the nectar themselves.

They didn’t force them.

It was all... Cilian’s fault.

He looked at Cilian with hate in his eyes.

"Go to Hell! This is all your fault! I’m going to kill you today, Cilian." He grabbed Cilian’s neck, sitting on top of him as he began to strangle him. "I’ll definitely kill you."

Outside the hut, the sound of his outburst traveled easily through the thin walls. A group of passing village women paused, exchanging wide, delighted grins as they heard the commotion and filtered the contents, hearing whatever they wished to hear.

"Oh, listen to them," one chuckled, adjusting a basket on her hip. "So energetic even in the morning! It must be wonderful to be newlyweds."

"The protector surely knows how to keep his bride’s spirit high," another teased, her laughter drifting into the hut.

Ren froze, his grip on Cilian’s neck. He heard their passing remark and wished the earth would just open up and swallow him. He was trapped in a paradise that thought his misery was passion, and he was trapped on a floor with the man who was currently laughing at his every misfortune despite his hands around his neck.

Cilian’s hand found its way to Ren’s thigh, sliding up to his waist, and Ren went stiff.

"S-stop," he whispered, his grip tightening once again, but Cilian didn’t seem to feel the choking intensity of Ren’s hands around his throat.

He grinned, looking like the fox who could never be beaten.

"You heard them, Ren," Cilian whispered, his breath ragged from his strangled state. "Don’t let the neighbors think we’re having our first marital spat already. We have a reputation to uphold."

"Shut up!" He hissed, trying not to raise his voice too much for the villagers to hear, but Cilian was relentless, moving his hands and sliding over Ren’s skin despite already choking.

"I didn’t... ngh... know you were into this kind of thing, Ren." His lips curled in a perverted grin. "It... haah... turns me on quite a bit."

Ren froze and noticed there was something hard poking at him from behind. Slowly, and with a rigid neck, he turned his head to find Cilian’s cock erect and threatening to punch a hole through him.

His face went hot crimson, and he threw his fist, taking his hand from the neck and hitting Cilian across his face. "Perverted Bastard!" he yelled and planned to get up. He had to run before Cilian did anything.

But Cilian already had quite the firm hold on his waist, knowing this was how things were going to play out.

"You hit me, Ren." He said. "Shouldn’t you pay the appropriate compensation?" He asked as he picked the blood from his torn lips, caused by Ren’s punch, and Ren’s breath hitched.

No, no, he didn’t want to.

He was already scared that he had conceived due to what they did the last night and how much they did it, coupled with the fertility nectar... Ah, he was in danger.

As if reading Ren’s thoughts, Cilian pushed his body up and nipped on Ren’s earlobe.

"You already fear that the baby is in there, right? Will doing it one more time change anything?" He asked, his hot breathing falling in the shell of Ren’s ear.

It made his body tingle and react in a way he absolutely hated.

"Let’s do it one more time, Ren. It won’t make much of a difference. Besides," Ren flinched and looked down to see Cilian holding his dick that was just as hard. "You’re hard too."

"It... It’s not me," Ren immediately said. "This... is because the nectar is still in my system. I..."

"Sure," Cilian chuckled, the sound vibrating deeply in his throat. "Let’s go with that. But doesn’t that mean we have to do it by all means? You know, it might be dangerous to leave the residue in our system. I’m worried for you, Ren."

Bastard! Bastard! His grip on Cilian’s shoulder hardened, and he wished he could just shove his thumb into his wound. He just wants to fuck me however he wants. He doesn’t care if I die or not.

He squeezed his eyes shut, ready to just let him have what he wanted since he couldn’t win against him anyway.

It’s not like he ever thought Cilian was a good person. He was a selfish prick. A bastard who had killed his family. And a pervert who liked to watch him come undone with his cock.

"You don’t want to?" Cilian suddenly asked. "Well, it’s fine if you don’t want to."

Ren’s eyes shot open, and he looked at Cilian, shocked.

What?

"You know I don’t like forcing you into things, Ren." His voice was airily sweet as he pressed his hand on Ren’s face and pulled him in for a deep cheek kiss. "If you don’t want to have sex this morning, then I’ll take care of things myself. But then what will you do about your own hardness?"

"I..." Ren’s breath got caught. He did not expect this at all. He was sure Cilian would do whatever he wanted despite what he truly wanted, but he was asking... for his permission?