Chapter 9 - Ange, My Angel ~ Extra Story: Escape

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Ange reached out, his hand gently stroking the wolf's head nestled against his chest. As his fingers threaded through the glossy black fur, Amber glanced up, his tongue still teasing the hardened peaks of Ange's chest.

 

The amber-colored eyes now gleamed gold as they met Ange's gaze.

 

In those eyes, Ange could see the unspoken question, "What is it?"

 

"Amber…"

 

Touch me more. Hold me closer.

 

Every inch of Ange's body had become sensitive, as though his whole being had turned into a bundle of nerves. Wherever Amber touched him, it felt amazing.

 

Each time Amber moved, the fur on his body brushed lightly against Ange's skin, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. Ange grasped the sheets beneath him, writhing in response to the sensations.

 

But still, he craved more.

 

Amber didn't need to be so gentle, didn't need to hold back so much.

 

His mind was hazy, as though wrapped in a mist. All he could focus on was wanting to feel even better.

 

"It's okay if you break me… just… more…"

 

"D-Don't… provoke me…"

 

Amber's voice, strained with tension, broke through the fog in Ange's mind. His breathing had grown even more ragged, short, heated gasps escaping from him.

 

But it wasn't just Amber. Ange suddenly realized his own breathing was just as wild, mingling with Amber's in the small room.

 

──That's right. I'm a beast, just like Amber.

 

In the small room, the breath of two beasts filled the air.

 

Ange's skin glistened with sweat, and Amber's jet-black fur became damp as the heat between them grew.

 

The room was filled with their wild breaths, the heat from their bodies, and the scent of each other. Every inch of space seemed charged with the primal intensity between them.

 

The mere presence of that wildness stirred something even deeper inside Ange.

 

A sharp ache formed low in his belly, his body trembling as hot love juices oozed out, his anus instinctively tightening with need for Amber's shaft.

 

His penis was painfully erect, leaking sweet nectar that soaked into his pale undergrowth below.

 

"Ah… ngh…"

 

Amber's sharp claws lightly scratched at the hardened peaks of Ange's chest as he stroked his white skin, sometimes tenderly, sometimes more roughly.

 

Amber's tongue dipped into his navel, his teeth gently biting at Ange's slender waist, soft yet insistent.

 

Amber seemed to be holding back his instincts, determined not to harm Ange, though his restraint was clearly a heavy struggle.

 

"Ahh… ngh…"

 

Amber's hot breath caressed Ange's lower abdomen, drawing a sweet, involuntary moan from his lips.

 

──Touch me there. Stroke me. Make me come.

 

Ange bit down on his hand, trying to suppress the indecent words that threatened to spill out.

 

"Ah… ahh… ngh… I-I…"

 

Even so, breathy moans escaped his lips.

 

As if reading Ange's thoughts, Amber's long tongue coiled around Ange's aching penis, licking away the precum that had begun to bead at its tip.

 

With every slick, wet sound, Amber's tongue wrapped tighter, while his large paw with its soft pads gently massaged Ange's swollen sacs.

 

"No… ah… no, stop…"

 

Though Amber was giving him exactly what he wanted, the words spilled from Ange's lips without thinking.

 

"No?" Amber's movements stopped as he asked in a low voice, his tone carrying a hint of amusement.

 

There was something teasing in his voice, almost cruel.

 

"Not… no…"

 

"Which is it?"

 

As Amber's pointed tongue poked his honey hole which was oozing with pre-cum, Ange's hips trembled uncontrollably.

 

"Ahh… I… I'm going to…!"

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