Escape from an Ancient Civilization Ch 198(NSFW)

Chapter 198 Side Story 20(NSFW)

 

Medeus pressed his weight onto his upper body, pushing Nataek down even harder. At times like this, being flexible was a terrible disadvantage. Nataek’s ankles bent and bent again under Medeus’s force until they nearly reached his own face.

Medeus climbed over Nataek’s fully folded body like someone doing push-ups. Then he began to move his hips mercilessly. With the same strength he had once used to sweep across battlefields, cutting down enemy soldiers, and to slash down the Guti tribe at breakneck speed, he drove his hips forward and drew them back again and again. Nataek bit his lips tighter.

Thud!

It felt like the blunt power of a baseball bat swinging. The force pounding into his opening was stronger than anything Nataek had braced himself for. Thud, thud—the sound repeated as Medeus thrust in rhythm with brute regularity. Each time, the pressure rocked through every part of Nataek’s stomach.

“Ha—mmph!”

If he opened his mouth now, he felt he might scream. In the agony mixed with waves of pleasure, Nataek chewed his lips frantically to keep his mind tethered. With every repeated thrust, he could feel the pubic hair brushing against his fingers. The hand Nataek clung with was his final line of defense—the only barrier to stop Medeus from shoving that monstrous thing entirely inside him. But it didn’t seem to be of much use.

“Teresi… Teresi… it feels so good…”

Medeus mumbled with a face drenched in lust. Seeing that expression sent shivers through Nataek’s limbs.

“Teresi…”

Thud, thud.

The way Medeus spoke the name was like casting a spell. A spell meant to heighten Nataek’s arousal. Watching Medeus pant and shake over his body, Nataek felt a strange satisfaction mix with the pain. He reached down with his free hand and grasped his own cock. Gripping the shaft loosely, each of Medeus’s thrusts made it rub inside his hand, dragging stimulation out of him. Pain and pleasure began to balance one another, slowly aligning. As if noticing that very shift, Medeus dropped one arm to force down the hand Nataek was using to guard himself.

Nataek had no chance to resist. Medeus wrenched away his hand and drove his shaft even deeper, harder than before.

“Ah!”

At last a full-throated moan burst from Nataek’s lips. The serpent lingering near his navel plunged deeper. Nestled entirely against his warm walls, it began its dance of joy.

“Me… deus!”

Nataek called urgently, but the sweat-drenched Medeus only panted and shoved farther and farther in.

The wet, slapping sounds grew quicker. Nataek’s belly felt like it held a burrow for the serpent.

“Ungh—ah! Wait, please, just wait a sec!”

“Teresi… huuh… too good…”

The serpent’s head hammered down in rhythm like a piledriver. Nataek grasped Medeus’s arms desperately, clutching and clutching until his nails dug deep into his thick forearms. Nataek’s reason began to fray.

Thud, thud.

Even when he struggled to look up into Medeus’s flushed crimson eyes, the pain did not vanish. Blood began to bead from the cuts his nails had dug into Medeus’s arms. At once Nataek, alarmed by the sight, released his grip and clutched at the bed sheets instead. The creaking of the bed grew louder with the accelerating force of Medeus’s thrusts.

Creak, creak.

“Ngghh—ugh…”

Tears welled at the corners of Nataek’s tightly shut eyes as he gasped for breath.

Creak, creak—riiiip.

The sheets he clawed at tore with a ripping sound.

The pounding from beneath grew suddenly faster. Creak-creak, squeak-squeak—the sharp groan of wood was punctuated by the slap of firm testicles striking against his ass. Clenching his teeth, Medeus rammed Nataek with feral madness.

“Teresi… Teresi… Teresi…”

At last Nataek cried out with a scream-like sob. Medeus seemed to savor the sound, moaning thickly as though drunk on it.

Slap, slap, slap!

From his bruised walls deep inside to the burning friction of his skin, Nataek felt his senses collapse. Abandoning the shredded sheet, he latched again onto Medeus’s forearm. From his open mouth erupted loud cries he could no longer contain. His own cock swung, slapping against his abdomen with each violent jerk.

As the stimulation continued, clear fluid gathered thick at his urethra’s tip. Medeus, hammering faster than ever, struck with a ferocity new even for him. The swelling pressure seeded in both their stomachs ballooned like water-filled balloons about to burst.

“Tere…si… nghhh!”

“Ahh… khhh…!”

Thud!

Like slamming a nail deep, Medeus drove his hips squarely into Nataek’s very depths. His outlet buried, he released a flood of hot white fluid, pouring out like piss. Each pulse of the serpent made the thick shaft stiffen then soften, and Nataek felt the contractions drag across his walls. Keeping pace, Nataek, with Medeus’s cock buried inside him, shuddered and burst as well. Because of his doubled-under body, Nataek’s own semen spattered across his chest, face, and neck. The radiant heat from the serpent twitching inside his opening set his belly aflame. The room filled with the sharp scent of semen.

“Khkk… you… damn bastard…”

Nataek croaked, hoarse with tears. But to a Medeus who still had him wholly impaled, the words had no effect. Nataek, shivering in small sobs, tried to swallow it down. Medeus, his shaft still plugging deep inside, began to slowly withdraw and push back in again.

“Feels so good.”

Medeus gazed down at Nataek with the tenderness one might direct at a beloved. Though Nataek knew he was the one Medeus referred to, his heart twisted, distorting what should have been sincerity. With the serpent still embedded in him, his thoughts grew even darker.

“Do you like me… or just the hole…?”

Say it straight, you bastard.

After being ravished by Medeus several more times, Nataek drifted into unconscious sleep. When he opened his eyes, the sun of a new day was already up. Rustling faintly, he tried to sit up—but quickly collapsed again onto the bed.

“Teresi. Did you sleep well?”

Medeus hugged him tightly from behind. Nataek gave a hollow chuckle, brushing his hand aside.

“…Don’t call my name for a while.”

Medeus rose slowly, looking wounded.

“Are you mad?”

He had pleaded and pleaded yesterday—yet the wild beast that had rampaged all night now appeared as a meek puppy. With his hair tousled and the corners of his eyes drooping, Medeus seemed pitiful. Nataek gave no answer and shifted his gaze to the clock.

May 3rd. 12:00 p.m.

“Ah… this wasn’t my plan at all.”

“What plan?”

Nataek whipped his head to glare at him—though more like pretending to glare.

“I had the most important reason for coming here. And now it’s already noon.”

“Reason? What reason?”

How had the joy of the ring gift ended up with a conclusion like this? Feeling an odd hollowness, Nataek pulled himself from bed. Thanks to Medeus cleaning him while he had slept, not a trace of last night’s act lingered on his body. Searching for clothes, he spotted neatly folded ones on the table—Medeus must have carried them in from the car.

Walking stiffly, Nataek dressed himself and opened the door.

“Where are you going?”

“Wait here for a bit.”

With words alone binding Medeus to the bed, Nataek walked to the inn’s innermost room. When he opened the door, a large bouquet awaited inside. With a rueful laugh, Nataek picked up the bouquet and returned.

“I hadn’t meant to give it this clumsily…”

With a resigned face, Nataek extended the flowers to Medeus. Medeus accepted them with a puzzled look.

“Flowers? For me?”

“Yeah.”

“Why? A gift?”

Nataek sat back on the bed, sighing as a groan slipped from his lips. Every attempt at standing or sitting still wrung pain through his body. Reaching out with some effort, he brushed up Medeus’s bangs.

“Today is your birthday. Happy birthday, Medeus.”

Medeus’s eyes widened; he looked between the bouquet and Nataek in astonishment.

“What day is today? How did you even know?”

“There’s a way to know. I’m certain today’s your birthday.”

It’s written on your ID.

“There’s even a cake in the fridge. Yesterday, instead of eating dinner, I spent the whole night doing that with you—then passed out.”

Just as Nataek had felt yesterday, this time it was Medeus who only looked stricken with surprise at the sudden development.

“What’s cake?” he asked.

Pulling a faint smile, Nataek rose from bed.

“A birthday bread.”

Burying his nose in the bouquet, Medeus inhaled deeply.

“It smells so good…”

He muttered with a faint smile. Despite the torment of the night before, seeing that face washed away Nataek’s weariness. Even with his backside still aching, still harboring reproach—it dissolved as he saw Medeus sniffle at the bouquet.

Yeah. How could I ever really hate you? How could I ever be angry with you?

Seeing him among the flowers reminded Nataek of a day back in the ancient times. A day when he had wished to capture that beautiful sight in a photo, to set as his profile picture. Quietly, Nataek raised his phone. He snapped the picture, and at the click, Medeus lifted his gaze to him.

“Thank you, Teresi.”

The sticky smell of last night’s act vanished, replaced at once by the fresh scent of flowers filling the room. Nataek raised his left hand and waved lightly.

“Thank you too.”

The ring on his finger glinted, reflecting the light.

“Let’s eat. I’m starving.”

At Nataek’s words, Medeus stepped away from the bed still holding the flowers. On the dining table in the kitchen, a spread of cold bread, meat, and stew dishes remained. Nataek pushed them toward the edge to make space in the center, where he set the cake taken from the fridge. Sticking in candles, he seated Medeus in front of it.

“This is a cake.”

“Really? People normally eat this on birthdays?”

The candles flared alight. On the other side of the flickering flames, Medeus still hugged the bouquet closely. Nataek crowned him with a pointed birthday hat from the cake box. Then slowly, in a low voice, he sang:

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…”

Though hardly a child, Medeus looked overcome, treasuring every moment. The long-prepared birthday event had been scrambled by the ring gift and the chaotic night of passion, but even so, Nataek felt happy. Because Medeus wore such a delighted face.

“Happy… birthday… to you—”

With applause, Medeus burst out into bright laughter.

“Here, cut this.”

Receiving the knife, Medeus carved the cake as if it were a steak. Nataek only watched the bizarre cutting ceremony in silence.

“Mmm. Delicious.”

“Delicious? Thank God.”

Ruined as the cake tasting was, Nataek naturally joined in.

After some cake, he set stew to boil, microwaved the meat, and placed the bread on plates. Standing by the bubbling pot, Nataek fiddled with his phone as a vibration buzzed. He checked the message.

[What the hell? Why’d you change your profile picture to this?]

It was from the Fortune Teller. Nataek dismissed it at once, then opened his messenger’s profile. On the screen was captured a sunlight-like puppy. Seeing this, he smiled. Medeus, watching him, asked:

“What are you looking at?”

“A secret.”

Turning off the gas flame, Nataek carried the pot of stew to the table and explained.

“You’ll find out once you have your own phone. You can check then.”

Feigning a sulky face, Medeus soon relaxed again and helped set the table. No matter how often reheated, the food’s flavor could not return to its original freshness. The meat was dry and tough. Still, Nataek felt joy. Because on this May morning, he could give Medeus his first true birthday party.

Watching Medeus eat stew with relish, Nataek smiled.

“Medeus. Next time, how about we travel abroad?”

With cream on his lips, Medeus nodded.

“Sounds good.”

Nataek reached over and wiped his mouth.

May 3rd. Only now, in a different time and place, am I truly able to celebrate the moment you, someone so special, were born into this world.

Happy birthday. My beloved puppy.

I’ll give you countless special days from now on. Even after 10 years, even after 100 years, like immeasurable stars scattered across the universe, our bond and happiness will stretch on endlessly. That is the fate we will weave together.

My love for you has no end.

Footnotes:

1. “구렁이” (gureongi) literally means “boa constrictor” or large snake. In Korean erotic metaphor, it symbolizes the penis—emphasizing thickness, heaviness, and a writhing quality.