Chapter 15 - Ange, My Angel ~ Extra Story: Escape

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"Wow… You're so wet inside. And so hot, too, squeezing me tight," Amber murmured with a smirk.

 

"S-shut up… I-it's because of… all the stuff you put in me…"

 

After hours of being filled with the wolf's seed, Ange's insides were still warm, full, and dripping with the remnants of his semen.

 

Amber's fingers stirred the mixture inside, and thick fluids leaked out, sliding down Ange's inner thigh.

 

"It wouldn't get this hot just because of me, right?"

 

Amber teased, swirling his fingers inside deliberately, making sure the sound of the slick fluids filled the air.

 

"Did you get this worked up just from touching yourself?"

 

"No… that's not it…"

 

Amber's other hand reached for the front where Ange's hand had stopped moving, covering it with his own.

 

"Here, move your hand like this. I'll keep making you feel good from behind."

 

"N-no… I don't want to…"

 

Ange's mind screamed at how humiliating this was, but with Amber's strong hand guiding him, his own body betrayed him. As he began to stroke his length, already slick with arousal, he found himself unable to resist.

 

Amber added another finger, swirling them inside and intensifying those lewd sounds, and fanning the flames of Ange's desire.

 

Hot mucus oozed endlessly from the gap between Amber's fingers and Ange's anus, trickling out and pooling on the sheets beneath him.

 

Somewhere along the way, Amber's hand had left Ange's, but he hadn't even noticed, too lost in his own desperate movements.

 

Yet, Amber's fingers, buried inside his entrance, never quite touched where Ange needed it the most. The teasing was unbearable, and Ange found himself arching his back, trying to push closer, to guide Amber's touch.

 

"Amber… please… touch me deeper…"

 

But Amber only chuckled softly, brushing off Ange's pleading.

 

"Your hand's stopped moving."

 

"Y-you're so frustrating…"

 

Amber was deliberately avoiding the spots that would send him over the edge. No matter how Ange twisted and thrust his hips to hit that spot, Amber's fingers would skillfully dodge it.

 

"Amber…"

 

A pathetic whimper escaped his lips.

 

"What is it?" Amber asked, amusement lacing his voice.

 

Damn him and his smug attitude!

 

"What do you want me to do?" he teased.

 

Ugh, I hate this! Ange thought, but he had no choice. He was at Amber's mercy now.

 

"I… your fingers… aren't enough anymore. I need… I need yours…"

 

"Hmm? Sorry, I didn't catch that. Could you say it again?"

 

I'm going to punch him for this later! Ange swore internally, forcing his voice out in a broken whisper.

 

"Amber… I need your thick, hard length to go deeper… inside me!"

 

The moment the words left his mouth, Ange's face flushed hot with shame. He buried his face into the sheets, too embarrassed to look at Amber.

 

But there was no response from the man pressed against his back.

 

Instead, what Ange heard was…

 

Pat-pat… pat-pat…

 

A soft, irregular sound, like something lightly slapping the sheets.

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