Chapter 12 - Ange, My Angel ~ Extra Story: Escape

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That place inside him throbbed, almost as if it had been waiting for this moment. The overwhelming pleasure pulsed through him, and with a strangled cry, Ange came, his body releasing in waves of hot, milky fluid.

 

"Ah… ahh…" Ange moaned, his body still trembling from the force of his climax.

 

At the same time, deep within his belly, he felt Amber's thick shaft twitch, pulsing against his sensitive walls. A sudden rush of heat filled him, as Amber spilled him semen directly into that aching spot.

 

At first, the flood of warmth came in strong, powerful bursts, but Amber didn't stop. Slowly, he continued moving his hips, grinding deeper, making sure every last drop filled him, even deeper than before.

 

With each movement, Ange could feel the thick tip of Amber's length pressing against the entrance to his womb, grinding slowly as it pushed against him.

 

"Ahh… you're still… coming…" Ange whispered, his voice trembling as Amber's slow, deliberate thrusts sent more and more of his seed inside.

 

The wolf's ejaculation took a long time—Amber wasn't finished yet. His body moved slowly, steadily, pouring his warm semen into Ange's uterus with each lazy thrust. The obscene, wet sounds of their joining echoed in the room as Amber filled him.

 

"I… I can't stop anymore," Amber growled, his voice low and rough.

 

Ange's upper body was held tightly in Amber's arms, his head pressed against the sheets as Amber continued to rock into him. His hips trembled as Amber's hot tip was trying to penetrate even deeper.

 

"Ahh… no… you're too deep… it won't fit…!" Ange whimpered, trying to squirm away, but the knot at the base of Amber's length had already swelled to a point where it was firmly stuck inside and wouldn't come out.

 

He couldn't move, couldn't escape, as Amber continued to thrust into him, again and again, with heavy, powerful strokes.

 

There was none of Amber's usual gentleness now. The boyish, hesitant lover was gone, replaced by a powerful, possessive force that claimed Ange's body with every thrust.

 

You're mine. No one else will ever touch you, Amber's body seemed to say, as he rubbed his scent and essence into Ange, marking him thoroughly.

 

This must be the true nature of Amber—his primal instinct, unleashed.

 

As more and more of Amber's seed filled him, Ange's belly felt heavy, almost unbearably full. If he continued to accept this fierce, unyielding wolf's lust, his human body might really break.

 

But even so, each deep thrust made Ange cry out in sweet, desperate pleasure.

 

"D-deeper… it feels so good…" Ange's voice trembled with a mix of pain and ecstasy, his entire body tingling with a sweet, intoxicating sensation.

 

The warmth filling his belly spread, soothing and satisfying him. Moments ago, no matter how many times he reached his peak, it hadn't been enough. But now, he felt full, complete.

 

"During the full moon, we're creatures driven purely by the instinct to mate and procreate."

 

"It's alright. If it's your child, I want to carry it."

 

They had talked about that, not long ago.

 

And at that moment, Ange had truly meant it.

 

But now, he realized, he wanted it even more.

 

Ah… I want to bear his child.

 

At the exact moment that thought took root in Ange's heart, the scent of flowers bloomed from his body, richer and sweeter than ever before.

 

It was as if an entire garden of flowers had blossomed all at once.

 

Amber's hot breath brushed against the back of Ange's neck. It burned, like it could leave marks on his skin. His sharp fangs occasionally grazed Ange's nape, as his mouth opened and closed with soft, teasing bites.

 

Amber would bite down gently, then release him, only to bite again.

 

A small, secret smile tugged at Ange's lips.

 

He says he loses control when he's like this, but even now, he's still hesitating while thinking of me.

 

What a kind beast are you?

 

"You can bite me, Amber. Do it. Make me yours," Ange whispered, his voice carrying a playful command.

 

In the next moment, Amber's fangs sank into his neck.

 

A burning heat radiated from where Amber bit him, spreading through Ange's body, as if rewriting every fiber of his being.

 

As Ange's consciousness began to drift, fading into the overwhelming sensation, he could still hear Amber's soft, gentle voice whispering "I love you" over and over into his ear.

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