Ren threw his face aside. Yeah, Cilian had always been a bastard and did things however he liked, but he never exactly ’forced’ Ren into anything. He might resort to threats and coercion, but never threats.

He bit his lips.

"I... I’ll take care of it myself."

"Then, Ren. Shall we put on a show for each other?" He asked. "Ren, I want to watch you jerk off."

Ren’s body went rigid, and his ears flushed.

"What?"

"Yes, you heard me. I want to watch you jerk off. And you get to watch me, too. It’s a win-win."

What sort of embarrassing suggestion was that?

"I don’t want to watch you jerk off, you pervert. What win-win?" he tried to shove Cilian off, but Cilian simply laughed, finding this fun.

"Then, if you don’t do it, I’ll put it in." This made Ren pause. "So choose. You get to take care of your erection yourself, and I watch you, or you let me put it in." He stroked Ren’s hair and planted a kiss on his temple. "You worked so hard last night that I wouldn’t want to push you any further. But if you want it, who am I to complain?" He chuckled.

Ren froze, his pulse thumping in his throat like a trapped bird. The choice was a trap, a classic Cilian move—offering a ’mercy’ that was just a different brand of humiliation.

If he let Cilian in, he risked cementing the very pregnancy he was terrified of. But if he did... this... Cilian would watch him with those predatory eyes, dissecting every shiver and every involuntary sound.

"You’re a sick bastard," Ren whispered, his voice trembling.

"Maybe," Cilian agreed, his tone airily sweet as he leaned back against the dirt floor, making himself comfortable. He folded his good arm behind his head, looking up at Ren with an expectant, heavy-lidded gaze. "But the clock is ticking, Ren. The villagers will be back for the morning cleanup soon. Do you want them to find me inside you, or do you want to show me how much you missed being touched these last two years?"

Ren’s teeth ground together so hard his jaw ached. He looked down at his own body—disheveled, marked by Cilian’s teeth, and betraying him with a stubborn, nectar-fueled hardness. He couldn’t go out like this. He couldn’t even stand up without stumbling. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

With a hand that shook violently, Ren finally reached down, his fingers brushing against the tip of his dick. He didn’t look at Cilian. He couldn’t.

It was too embarrassing.

He kept his eyes fixed on the bamboo wall, watching the way the light flickered through the gaps.

"Faster, Ren," Cilian prompted, his voice a low, jagged rasp. "Don’t just play with the tip. Touch yourself properly."

Ren let out a choked, humiliated sound and then closed his eyes tight, his fingers finally settling over his dick.

Then, he began to move his hand, slowly, up and down, stroking gently and clumsily. The friction was a shock to his already sensitized nerves, and a jolt of electricity ran down his body, making his hips jerk forward involuntarily.

"Haa..." Ren gasped, his head falling back as his hand began to pace, moving not out of his will but the need of his dick burning with the remnant of the nectar in his system.

It felt so wrong, so bad... jerking off right on top of Cilian, and Cilian’s gaze intently fixed on the way his hands moved and his face twitched.

So wrong... and yet... he couldn’t stop his hips from moving back and forth, subconsciously grinding his ass against Cilian’s hard cock behind him.

He bit his lower lip, trying to stop the loose saliva from trailing down, but it wasn’t enough. His eyes were rolling back to the feeling of Cilian’s cock grinding underneath him, and his own dick twitching like crazy.

"That’s it," Cilian murmured as he removed his hand from behind his head and reached for Ren’s hips, his own breath coming out ragged as he felt Ren’s hole pulsing underneath him.

"Damn, Ren, if you keep at this, I might feel tempted to put it in." Ren froze, but his hands did not stop moving

He tried to still his hips, but as long as Cilian’s cock was still throbbing underneath him, he had a strong urge to grind against him.

"Here, I’ll make it easy for you," Cilian lifted Ren a little bit and then took his cock from underneath him. "There we go,"

It was already slick with the fluids that trickled down from Ren’s hole, and Ren’s face flushed.

After all his hate and anger, he ended up grinding against Cilian’s cock like a slut.

How embarrassing.

"Now," Cilian began to move his own hand, the slick texture forcing a fwapping sound out of the friction. It was wet, steady, sliding so smoothly that it made Ren’s ears ring. "Open your eyes, Ren. Look at what you’re doing. Look at how hard and slimy my cock is, all for you."

Ren forced his eyes open, his vision swimming. He saw Cilian watching him, his face flushed with that same dark, psychotic delight.

The Alpha was shamelessly stroking himself, his gaze never leaving Ren’s face, tracing the way Ren’s lips parted and quivered, and the way his chest heaved.

The way Cilian was stroking himself, fueled by Ren’s live performance, was undeniably hot. So hot that Ren’s body began to react again.

"I... I hate you," Ren sobbed, his pace quickening as he felt he was slowly being pushed off a cliff he couldn’t avoid. His own hand felt foreign, a traitorous tool doing the Alpha’s bidding on his own dick. "Ngh,"

"I know," Cilian panted, his movements becoming more frantic, his eyes darkening until the gold was almost gone. "Tell me again how much you hate me while you come for me. Tell me you want me to stay away while your body begs for more."

The tension in the hut snapped, and Ren’s back arched, his fingers gripping his dick with a desperate, final strength as he hit the peak.

"I’m cumming... Ngh,"

A strangled, high-pitched cry left his throat—one that the village women outside surely interpreted as another burst of ’newlywed passion.’

"Fuck, Ren. You’re so hot. I’m cumming too. Let’s cum together."

Cilian let out a long, shuddering breath, his own release hitting its peak and spurting out, mixing with Ren’s with hard breath.

Ren slumped forward, his forehead resting on Cilian’s chest, his breath coming in jagged, pathetic sobs. He felt empty, drained, and more disgusted with himself than ever before.

Cilian didn’t move either and kept panting until the tension of the climax finally eased. Then, he wrapped his arm around Ren’s trembling shoulders, pulling him down into the crook of his neck.

"Beautiful," Cilian whispered, his voice dripping with a terrifying, sincere affection. He kissed the top of Ren’s head, ignoring the way Ren tried to weakly push him away. "See? That wasn’t so bad. You’re such a good bride, Ren. So obedient when you’re cornered."

Ren didn’t have the strength to yell anymore. He just lay there in the wreckage of his pride, listening to the laughter of the villagers outside and the steady, triumphant heartbeat of the man he was supposed to kill.

This... was his nightmare.