Chapter 8 - Ange, My Angel ~ Extra Story: Escape

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Amber pressed his muzzle to Ange's lips.

 

His wet nose nudged them apart, and as he pushed against them, Ange's lips opened in response.

 

Amber's long tongue slipped inside, twining around Ange's, his sharp fangs gently nibbling on his lips.

 

"Mm... ah... nngh..."

 

Amber's tongue explored every corner of Ange's mouth, grazing and rubbing against him as though marking him with his scent.

 

The beast's ragged breath made the heat in their mouths unbearable, their mingled saliva intensifying the sensation.

 

──It feels so good.

 

Even though it was just a kiss, it felt amazing.

 

Ange's body grew even hotter, his need for Amber growing fiercer with every moment.

 

Amber's tongue left his mouth, trailing downward, licking along his neck and down to his chest.

 

The broad, thick tongue was soft but much hotter than a human's.

 

Amber rubbed his snout against Ange's flushed skin, licking over it with his burning tongue.

 

"Ah..."

 

The moment that tongue brushed against the bud of his chest, Ange's body arched instinctively.

 

"Aah... nngh... Amber…"

 

A sweet voice escaped Ange's lips, surprising even himself with its intensity.

 

It was embarrassing, yet the pleasure overwhelmed him, and before he knew it, Ange was pushing his chest forward, rubbing against Amber's tongue in desperation.

 

Amber's tongue flicked and teased with its pointed tip, rolling over Ange's sensitive skin, then covering it with broad strokes. Occasionally, the sharp edge of his fangs would graze lightly against him.

 

──"When I'm like this, I'm not myself anymore."

 

That's what Amber had said.

 

But here he was, touching Ange with the utmost gentleness.

 

As proof, Amber had curled his sharp claws inward, carefully avoiding scratching Ange's skin.

 

It was only the second time Ange had ever let someone touch his body like this.

 

The first had been the director of the facility where he'd been placed at ten years old.

 

But this was nothing like that.

 

The thing Ange had hated most about those encounters with the director was the kisses. He despised the way his mouth was invaded, the way his body was licked.

 

──It had felt disgusting. That was his first thought.

 

And yet, despite the revulsion, his body had eventually started to respond. Ange had hated himself for that more than anything.

 

The thought of what might have happened to him when his first heat came filled him with dread. He could hardly bear the idea.

 

But now, Amber's touch was so gentle, filled with care. It made Ange feel cherished.

 

To be desired and to desire in return… he never thought it would feel so wonderful.

 

Meeting Amber at the time of his first heat was like healing a wound Ange had carried deep inside his heart for so long.

 

──"You'll never escape the filthy nature of an Omega."

 

Those cruel words from his father were slowly fading away.

 

If he hadn't met Amber, he would never have been able to feel this way.

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