Escape from an Ancient Civilization Ch 189(NSFW)

Chapter 189 Side Story 11(NSFW)

 

 It had been tolerable for him, but on the other hand, the thought of forcing Medeus to swallow his own essence was, for some reason, deeply unpleasant. Nataek rubbed his forehead and quickly turned around.

“Rinse your mouth first…!”

But before he could even pull out the showerhead, his cheek was seized and his body forced back around. Medeus held Nataek’s jaw and pressed his lips against his. Semen and saliva mixed as their tongues tangled. Nataek shut his eyes tightly and accepted Medeus’s kiss. He had never imagined that a day would come when he would be forced to taste his own semen like this. The sensation went beyond mere embarrassment; it made him feel dizzy, almost intoxicating.

Unable to push Medeus away or embrace him, Nataek could only press a hand against the helpless wall. After devouring him for some time, Medeus finally let his lips part from Nataek’s. Pressing his forehead against Nataek’s, Medeus murmured softly,

“Teresi.”

“…Yeah.”

“Teresi.”

Even though they were this close, Medeus’s voice grew increasingly desperate, as if he were calling out to someone who was far away.

In the end, Nataek wrapped his arms around Medeus’s neck.

“I’m right here. Why do you keep calling me?”

“Because I love you so much.”

At the sudden, blunt confession, Nataek’s heart dropped heavily. Medeus cupped Nataek’s face with both hands. Their lips nearly touched, foreheads pressed together, as Medeus whispered with painful longing,

“No matter how much I take, I only want more of you.”

His hand slid slowly along Nataek’s side, traced over his hip, and finally cupped his buttocks tightly.

“…Medeus.”

“Yes.”

Medeus kissed Nataek’s cheek with little pecks. Despite the tenderness of his expression, his hand was bold. That pale hand slid down toward the cleft of his buttocks. Nataek, startled, caught Medeus’s wrist.

“Why… why does your hand keep going there?”

Without answering, Medeus pressed his arousal more firmly against Nataek’s abdomen. His fingers probed deeper, sliding between the twin mounds and pressing insistently. Nataek clutched his wrist harder.

He wasn’t ready to go that far yet.

This wasn’t their first physical intimacy. Since they had become lovers, Nataek had naturally thought about deeper contact. Yet every time, it was situations like this that made him falter. Now Medeus’s fingertips had already reached their destination. His coarse fingers pressed firmly against the tender ring of muscle.

Nataek had never once thought of being beneath another man, nor had he ever considered the possibility of embracing a man himself. Not until he met Medeus. That was why, while they had gone as far as caressing each other’s sex, they had never advanced further. Or more precisely, Nataek had never allowed them to. Once they arrived in the modern world, his hospital stays had left him no energy even to think about it.

Like a pleading puppy, Medeus rubbed his cheek against Nataek’s shoulder.

“I’ll go slowly until you’re used to it.”

More strength gathered in his fingertips. Nataek’s shoulders instinctively hunched. Slowly? Until he was used to what? Was the end inevitable—that he would end up yielding to Medeus?

Though inexperienced, Nataek at least understood that for a man to take another man into his body was no simple thing. That was precisely why he never wanted Medeus to make him accept it this way.

“Relax.”

If so, then Nataek had to be the one to accept Medeus. Once he acknowledged that reality, the scope of contact he had to permit became more acceptable.

Gradually, Nataek loosened the tension in his shoulders. As if waiting for that moment, Medeus pressed hard with his long finger against the supple entrance. A groove was carved into the tightly shut hole, and a foreign sensation pried its way inside. At the intrusion, Nataek’s face twisted in discomfort. At the same time, a thick, long finger pushed deeply into his inner walls.

“Ugh.”

A groan escaped his lips at the alien intrusion. His shoulders stiffened again, and Medeus tilted his head, diving in to kiss him. His tongue tapped against Nataek’s lips, clumsily forcing open the lock. Then, like someone scooping ice cream, he thrust his tongue firmly into Nataek’s mouth.

Trying desperately to relax, Nataek pushed out his tongue as well. In response, Medeus’s finger pressed more firmly against his inner walls.

“Haa…” A heavy breath burst out. Medeus swallowed even that sigh.

Now his long finger stirred inside Nataek. A strange pressure rose within his belly. Just as he was getting used to the force pressing from within toward his abdomen, another finger slipped inside. Medeus spread his two long fingers like scissors, stretching the narrow entrance.

Nataek’s brows knitted tighter. The running stream of the shower soaked Medeus’s arm and fingers, water flowing inside along with them. Nataek shook his head slowly, and Medeus finally lifted his lips away. As he drew his fingers out, he rubbed his forehead against Nataek’s.

“I want to be the person who is closest to you.”

Just as the fingers seemed to withdraw, they thrust back deep inside him again. Medeus began to thrust and probe with two fingers.

“I don’t want there to be any part of you I don’t know.”

Their arousals, both hard, pressed together between them. Medeus’s was nearly twice Nataek’s size, straining against the fabric. A wet patch had formed on his sweatpants. With his fingertips, Nataek rubbed slowly at the soaked spot, soothing it. Medeus hurriedly yanked his pants down. Pale pubic hair spilled out, and between it, a pale, rigid serpent raised its head. He gripped both his own column and Nataek’s together.

“Hold me.”

Breathing heavily, Medeus moved his hips slowly. Nataek lowered his arm and placed his hand over theirs. Their hands intertwined around the two rigid shafts, pumping up and down together.

Their rhythm on the shafts was steady, but the fingers inside him were erratic. Slap, slap, slap—the friction of their sexes meeting made Nataek clench his buttocks tighter. The two fingers lodged inside were squeezed by the trembling entrance, struggling to move.

Medeus gripped one cheek firmly while still thrusting his fingers, pulling the inner wall to one side. Nataek’s brow furrowed at the uneven strain.

“Teresi… Teresi…”

Even as he pumped their cocks, Medeus called Nataek’s name again and again. When Nataek lowered his head, his eyes met with the pale serpent weeping tears of fluid.

That pale serpent that had once tormented his mouth, whose tip always drooled at the sight of him, now flushed red at its tip. Its lovely, inviting mouth begged to be comforted. Nataek clenched harder, as if wringing out his emotions, and pumped more furiously.

Slap, slap, slap.

“Ugh, Teresi…”

Slap, slap, slap, squelch, squelch.

“Teresi, Teresi… ah… ugh.”

This time, Medeus’s back began to arch. Their desire brimmed to the very edge, ready to overflow. Seeing Medeus grow hotter only made pre-fluid spill from Nataek’s slit.

“Ah, ngh.”

Their moans blurred together, indistinguishable. His mind went white. The squelching grew faster, and Nataek’s entrance clamped down harder. He rocked his hips shallowly, and Medeus hastily pulled his fingers out, grasping both their shafts with both hands.

“Teresi…!”

Squelch, squelch—!

Medeus lunged at his lips, licking and sucking greedily. Nataek, drunk on arousal, surrendered his mouth. Their lips opened wide, biting as if into a huge loaf of bread, their saliva messily mingling. Even when their teeth knocked together, their savage kiss didn’t stop.

The mingled scents of sweat and water filled the air, while Nataek moaned harshly into Medeus’s mouth. When he stuck out his tongue pleadingly, Medeus devoured it, sucking noisily.

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap—

“Hh, ngh.”

On the brink of climax, Nataek gasped for air.

Slap, slap.

Medeus’s brow knit tighter, his pupils clouded like someone half-lost to consciousness.

Slap, slap, slap.

“Tere…si, ngh… ugh…!”

With his low groan, the pale serpent spurted thick white fluid, erupting like a fountain. It spattered against Nataek’s chest in heavy bursts, stopping only to jet a few more times. From Nataek’s own cock, semen spilled as well, forming a milky stream down Medeus’s chest.

Panting, Nataek wiped his fingers across his chest, smearing the lingering fluid. A wave of exhaustion overtook him. Without a word, he leaned his forehead against Medeus’s chest and let his body go slack. The mingled semen, indistinguishable as his or Medeus’s, washed down with the shower water, disappearing into the drain.