BR 5.3

“Haa…”

It was a sigh filled with more than half regret. If only he’d held back a little. 

Urno’s utterly unruffled attitude toward accepting the political marriage had annoyed him. He’d been angry. So he’d blurted out words he didn’t even mean, and in an instant, they’d drifted apart.

Erons even wondered if it would have been better if this had been Fedor’s marriage. Then he wouldn’t have drifted apart from Urno. Unfortunately, that fantasy had no chance of becoming reality. Fedor hadn’t been seen since he and Nike exchanged rings. According to Pelson, he’d entered the Tower of Magic. He hated it so much he’d shudder, yet he’d gone in of his own accord.

“Why so many sighs?”
“No reason.”
“Riman, your medicine?”
“I already took it.”

Nike embraced Erons from behind. When Erons turned his head, Nike lightly kissed his cheek.

“The attendant brought it earlier, so I took it.”
“Oh dear. I should have checked myself.”
“It’s fine. It was the medicine the doctor prescribed. I checked everything myself.”
“Well, that’s a relief, but…”
“Don’t worry. I know my own medicine.”

Erons turned completely around and nestled into Nike’s embrace. The way he settled into it felt utterly natural. He showed no sign of reluctance whatsoever.

Nike was changing, bit by bit, after they became betrothed. He was becoming the Nike Erons loved back then. His efforts to suppress his temper and avoid doing anything Erons disliked were changing even Erons himself. Though he still harbored feelings for Urno, Erons also tried little by little to open his heart to Nike.

“Nike, when are you going to sleep?”
“If you tell me to sleep, I should lie down right now.”
“Is that okay? I’ve actually wanted to lie down since earlier.”
“Yeah, sure.”

Peck, he kissed his cheek again, then swept Erons up in his arms and collapsed onto the bed. Erons might have felt uncomfortable with him on top, but Nike instead held him in a suffocating embrace, as if afraid he might slip away.

“I can’t sleep like this.”
“It’s fine. I’ll put you to sleep.”
“If you’re going to put me to sleep, you have to lay me down. How am I supposed to sleep like this, held like this?”
“Because I like it this way.”

Nike’s stubbornness remained unchanged. Seriously, who could possibly fall asleep with someone on top of them? When Erons methodically listed the reasons why he had to put him down, Nike finally released him.

“Nike, are you mad?”
“No.”
“You are mad. If you keep this up, I’ll turn my back on you, whoa!”

Suddenly, his body grew hot, and for a moment, the world spun before his eyes. Feeling something catch in his throat, Erons gasped for air.

It was more than simple dizziness – his hands trembled violently, and the heat wouldn’t subside. And his pheromones surged.

“You… your pheromones…”
“Ni… Nike. Move aside, just a moment, ugh!”

The overwhelming pheromones bursting forth were denser than ever. He struggled desperately to contain them, but the pheromones of the unexpected heat were uncontrollable. Just like back then, when he couldn’t regulate them at all.

“… Sweet. How can it be this sweet? It’s so sweet I feel like I’m losing my mind, Riman.”
“Huh, no. Nike, please move aside…!”

Even just struggling against Nike’s weight on him left him gasping for breath, maddeningly so. Once his body started heating up, it escalated at an astonishing speed. Just when he thought it might stop around this point, it surpassed his expectations, growing hotter and hotter, pounding out pheromones that heightened his arousal.

‘Why… I definitely took the medicine.’

The medicine had been brought by the usual servant. He had even double-checked to make sure it was the correct prescription from the doctor. Since Nike hadn’t been there at the time, he’d been extra careful to verify and take it. Yet, for some reason, the medicine hadn’t taken effect at all.

“I want to… Let me hold you. Bear my child, bear our child, Riman…”

Drunk on desire, losing his senses, Nike pressed down on Erons, devouring him. The mouth pleading for a child created countless crimson marks beneath the torn clothing. 

Nike, who had so vehemently refused a child before, now seemed unaware of the words pouring from his own mouth, his mind utterly consumed. His eyes, now unfocused, were consumed by lust, unfiltered alpha pheromones pouring forth.

Nike’s hand, thrust hastily inside the clothing, was anything but gentle. Without the slightest caress, he urgently thrust his member into the wet opening.

“No, Nike! Stop, ugh, no…!”
“Stay still.”

Erons was just as close to losing his mind. But if he succumbed to instinct here, he’d end up with an unwanted child, so Erons resisted with all his might.

“No, ugh, no!”

It was the moment his struggling hand pushed Nike’s face away. A blindingly bright light erupted from Erons. Ugh! Both of them groaned simultaneously as Nike recoiled, his face no longer touching Erons’s hand.

The light faded as quickly as it had blazed. Lowering his raised arm and sitting up, Erons looked at Nike and startled. Nike didn’t move at all. Frozen in the very last pose he’d made, raising his hand to shield his eyes from the light, he looked like a statue.

“Red… eyes…”

When he opened his eyes slightly, the faintly visible color of the light was red. Even Nike’s pupils, half-closed against the glare, were red. The color red, the symbol of magic. Erons assumed it was the piercing Fedor had put in his ear that had activated. After all, that was the only magic-imbued creature here.

“That servant, Haa… I have to find him….”

Since he hadn’t used magic of his own volition, Erons had no idea when Nike would wake up. If he awoke while the effects of the heat were still active, it would be problematic. 

Erons hurried off to find an antidote.

Erons, unable even to tidy his disheveled clothes, looked terribly precarious. With each step, his swaying legs seemed poised to collapse. The pain had already surpassed what he could endure without medicine; even standing still was agonizing. Yet he pushed himself to the limit.

“Ugh!”

Realizing the medicine storage wasn’t on this floor, Erons tried to descend the stairs. But before he could take even a few steps, he stumbled and tumbled down the stairs. Lying sprawled in a messy heap, he lacked the strength to rise, curling into a ball and soon began to shiver violently.

Whether from tears or his mind slipping away, his vision blurred. This area, perhaps the entire mansion, seemed saturated with his own pheromones. So much so that he felt as if his blood was pouring out of him.

“Huu, uh… Haa, uu…”

In this open space where anyone could appear without raising suspicion, Erons finally touched his own dick. He shook his cock as desperately as he could, as much as he craved connection. But perhaps because he’d always only received from others, no matter how frantically he shook it, it wasn’t enough. He didn’t want his front filled; he wanted something else to fill the emptiness.

Unable to resist the urge, Erons brought his other hand to his back hole. 

Huh…! 

The thoroughly wet hole accepted his finger far too easily. Three fingers pushed through at once, pressing against the inner walls. Pressing, scraping, spreading. He desperately tried to cool his fevered body, showing no sign of calming.

“… Erons?”
“Uh-huh, uh, Urno …”
“Is this… ugh!… your heat?”

Erons, his eyes glazed over, couldn’t tell if Urno appearing before him was real or a hallucination. Just seeing him sent shivers down his spine, thrilling him. 

Imagining Urno touching him, Urno thrusting into him, how good it would feel… just that thought made Erons come.

“Haahh…!”

He pulled out one finger but didn’t release the slightly shriveled penis. Driven mad by the suffocating heat, he craved another release.

Erons, oblivious to how grotesque it looked to masturbate while sprawled like a dog, kept moving his hand without pause as he gazed up at Urno. Urno’s slightly furrowed brow gave off a subtle sensuality that only made Erons’s hand move faster.

“… Damn it.”

Urno, who had only been watching Erons, bit his lip hard and moved quickly toward him. Enduring the Omega’s thick pheromones filling his lungs was now beyond his limit. He yanked the hand out from between his legs and lifted Erons into his arms. As Erons wrapped his arms around his neck, the pheromones rose and enveloped Urno. How could the scent grow so intense just a few steps closer? It was a dizzying, sweet scent that threatened to rob him of his senses.

As soon as they entered the bedroom, Urno pressed his lips against his, their second kiss. Unlike the first kiss – short, light, and tingling – this second kiss carried weight and was accompanied by ecstasy. Urno undressed him as they moved toward the bed. The nightgown, already somewhat undone, was half torn and slipped off.

“… You’re beautiful.”

Those were the first words to escape Urno’s lips after pulling away. The very words he’d spoken the moment he first fell for him now came back to Erons. Even as reason slipped away, those two words, etched firmly into his eardrums, made Erons’s heart race.

“Urno, Urno… Uh… ”

He reached out his arms toward him. To hold him, to take him inside. As if answering that desire, Urno bent down and claimed the lips that had been calling his name.

Too impatient to even properly remove his pants, Urno pulled out his cock first. Pressing the already glistening, pre-cum-coated shaft against the wet opening, the head slid effortlessly inside.

“Ahh!”
“So soft. Is it because you touched it, or are you just in heat?”
“Don’t, don’t ask about that… Ugh!”
“Seems you like it deep inside.”
“Ahh, ah! Haah, ah, no, no…!”

Urno, forgetting he was a hyper-dominant alpha, thrust the weapon-like object in recklessly. 

Thud, thud! 

His buttocks collided with the other man’s lower body, jiggling violently. If it weren’t for the heat, it would have been a brutal penetration that would have drawn blood.

‘It hurts. It hurts so much. It feels like it’s tearing me apart inside…’
‘It feels so good I might go crazy.’

“Haah, Urno… Huh, good…”
“Huh, ugh…”
“More, give me more, ahh, ah, haaah!”

If Fedor and Nike’s were thick and well-balanced, Urno’s was exceptionally thick at the head. When that thick head scraped past the deepest part, his inner walls convulsed. His trembling walls wrapped around the shaft, and that stimulation made the shaft thrust even more violently. This process repeated countless times.

“Ugh! Ahh…! S-slowly, ahh! Too, too fast, ugh…!”
“So hot… Inside you is too hot and tight, ugh…”

Gurgling, Urno’s cock spewed semen. Not on his face, not on his body.

“Ah, no…”

Inside his hole.

“No. If this happens, a baby, ugh…! Ahh, Ur, no, ah!”

He must have stored up quite a lot, because he spewed semen for quite a while before moving his hips again. The hole, leaking a mixture of semen and love juice, made a slurping sound as it greedily devoured his cock. Despite expelling such a large volume, Urno’s cock grew even larger, scraping against the inner walls as his pheromones intensified. Enough to easily overwhelm the pheromones of an Erons this aroused.

“Ugh, Urno, Haa, Ahh!”
“Erons… Haa, Erons…”
“Your scent, I love it… Ahh, Ugh…!”

Who knew such a fragrance could exist in this world. His pheromones, smelled for the first time, were more fragrant than anything he had ever encountered in his life. Even while engaged in animalistic copulation, he couldn’t help but focus on that scent.

The relentless, rough thrusting and his mesmerizing pheromones were pushing Erons to the brink of losing his mind. What’s more, his member seemed to grow larger every time Erons tensed up in excitement, clenching the opening. As if it intended to tear him apart inside.

”Mmm, just a little, slower, ahh!”
“No.”
“Ahh! Ah, ahhh! Uh, Urno, ah, no, no…”
“What’s no, huh? Tell me.”
“Too, hmm, good, stop…”
“Me too.”
“Ahh, ugh! S-stop….!“

Urno cried out that it couldn’t be done, clinging desperately to his last shred of sanity, but he came a second time. Once again, he filled Erons’s insides completely.

“Haah…”
“No, a child, hhuh… it’ll happen…”
“… A baby.”
“Hah!”

Urno withdrew his penis. The suddenly pulled-out shaft made the scraped inner walls twitch. The gaping hole, stretched wide by the thick member that had been inside for so long, didn’t close at all. It gaped open, gushing out the semen he had spilled inside, spurting it out in a gush.

“Brother…what…”

It was a sight that stirred lust. Urno, staring at the semen-soaked crotch, flipped Erons’ body over. Then, starting from the deep cleft of his ass, he licked all the way up to the nape of his neck.

“Ugh, hmph! T-ticklish…”
“Sweet, Erons. Your body, your scent. Sweet enough to want to eat you.”
“… Brother?”

Urno’s breath halted at his nape. Then, burying his face there, he rubbed his nose against him. His breath, never straying far, was hot. Though Erons was lost in pleasure, a sudden sense of foreboding washed over him. There was only one reason an Alpha would bury his face near an Omega’s nape.

“Ah, no. No, please…?”
“…”
“Urno, stop. No, ahhh!”

Urno sank his teeth into the tender nape, determined to tear flesh rather than merely bite. Just as the wrinkled inner walls took the shape of the thrusting member, Erons’s neck bore Urno’s teeth marks clearly, blood trickling down. It was a mark. Urno’s mark, to bond with Erons.

The searing pain of torn flesh reminded him they were bonded. Fedor and Nike had failed at bonding, but Urno succeeded in one go. Blood stained his lips. Blood from bonding with him. The fact they were bonded, the way he devoured him with eyes brimming with possessive desire, was maddeningly ecstatic.

“Ah!”
“You’re mine. My omega, my mate…”

Urno grabbed his hips and spread him wide, thrusting his still-hard cock inside. Lubricated by his own semen, it slid in smoothly, penetrating him completely in one swift motion. Though the hole was already stretched wide, it clenched tightly around Urno’s entry, as if welcoming him. It felt nothing like a hole that had already taken his seed twice.

“Huhk, ah, it hurts, it hurts! Urno!”
“Sweet. How can your body be this sweet… you…”
“Urno, ugh, too much, ahh, ah, pa…”

Unlike before, when pleasure always overpowered the pain no matter how hard he thrust, now the pain came first. As the excessively thickened shaft forced its way into the hole, a fragment of his lost sanity returned. That his penis could take such an abnormal form meant only one thing. Nothing else. Urno was ejaculating. It meant he desired Erons that much.

“Erons… Haa, Erons, it feels so good…”
“Ugh, ugh…… Brother, ahh, Ur, no, ugh…”

Compared to the rough actions of a beast in heat, the words escaping his mouth were sweet enough to melt. Urno, who had been thrusting wildly, came again, but due to the knotting, the semen didn’t flow out. This purely instinctual relationship felt good, but if this continued, he’d definitely get pregnant. He had to stop this, had to get the semen out quickly.

“Kiss me… please.”

It felt too good to stop. The cock thrusting deep inside him, these lips attacking as if to tear his flesh apart.

“Ahh, hmm! Y-yes… good… hmm, ahh!”
“Haah… Erons. Erons… You’re mine. Your body is mine. Say it, say it’s true.“

His heart ached again. Those words he’d longed to hear. If only he’d heard them a little sooner, they might have stopped the marriage. Yet here he was, hearing them in this situation.

“Urno, hhuh! Ur, no…”
“Erons, please…”
“Huh, ugh, I like it…“

“…”

“I like it… Huh, I love you, brother… I love you. I love you. I love you…”

The more Erons confessed his love, the rougher his actions became. Even his careless thrusts didn’t matter. Just having Urno ravage his body like this, leaving him a mess, was overwhelmingly happy enough.

“… No.”

Countless positions changed, countless times he came. His lovemaking with Urno grew fainter in memory the further back it receded, but the ecstasy from that penis thrusting endlessly in and out remained painfully vivid. Yet when he finally came to his senses, a small medicine bottle lay beside him.

He’d never seen this medicine before, but he thought he knew its effect. Erons’s hand clutching it trembled violently. He merely clutched the bottle, leaving the cap unopened, and went to Nike.

“So you’re finally awake. Come here.”

Whether the magic had been lingering or not, Nike’s eyes glowed a vivid crimson. They returned to their normal blue as Erons nestled into his embrace.

“Did you sleep well?”

Fortunately, even though the spell was broken, the memories of last night seemed to remain manipulated. He had slept well, but could this really be called sleeping well? The meaning wasn’t what he intended. When Erons nodded, Nike pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Oh, Urno asked me to tell you something. He said you absolutely must take it, but what exactly is he telling me to take?“
”Urno? Where is Urno now?“
”He should be well on his way to the Imperial Palace by now. He didn’t leave long ago.“
”… The Imperial Palace?”

‘This can’t be… How is this possible.’

Urno left. After whispering such sweet words, shaking a person’s heart with all his might. Urno, who murmured that Erons was his and even branded him, left Erons’s side, leaving behind only things that could never replace him.

“…. You’re beautiful.”
“You’re mine. My omega, my mate…”
“Sweet. How can your body be this sweet, you…”
“Erons… Haa, Erons, it feels so good…”
“Erons… Your body is mine. Say it, say it’s true.”

The sweet words Urno spoke still echoed in his ears. The overwhelming sensation back then was beyond words. 

Thump, thump, thump. 

That feeling remains vivid even now, making his heart race like this.

‘Why…’

Why did Urno suddenly leave? Even if he’d grown tired of him in the brief time he slept, he wished he’d at least shown his face before going.

“… Nike, can I be alone for a moment?”
“Of course. I’ll be here, so come whenever you want.”
“Okay. Thank you.”

Even though Nike had a mountain of backlogged work, the disappointment was clear on his face as he wished Erons would stay in his arms. Erons soothed that disappointment by lightly pressing his lips to Nike’s cheek. 

The place Nike headed for after leaving his embrace was Urno’s bedchamber.

“… It’s cold.”

An endless feeling of unrelenting misery, unlike anything she’d ever known, swept through her body. The place where they’d spent the night had already lost its warmth, leaving only a bitter chill lingering thickly. But it felt strange. This chill didn’t feel like a simple draft; it felt like Urno’s heart.

‘He doesn’t like me. He doesn’t love me.’

“Then why did you say that… Why make me unable to give up, then leave like this? Why? You wanted me. That’s why you made the mark, right?”

Erons reached out the window and dropped the medicine bottle he was holding. Judging by the dull thud, it probably shattered. He spoke to the empty air. Words he wanted to ask Urno, but he couldn’t hear them, and, “… I love you.”

A confession he could never have made sober.

“The one I love is you, brother…”

His resentment toward the man who abandoned him, toward himself for still aching with unforgotten love, shattered and scattered into nothingness.