Escape from an Ancient Civilization Ch 197(NSFW)

Chapter 197 Side Story 19(NSFW)

 

Medeus cupped Nataek’s cheeks as if cradling a precious treasure. His lips opened and closed repeatedly, brushing softly against Nataek’s lips. A tongue that seemed about to enter but didn’t made Nataek all the more impatient. Nataek wrapped his arms more tightly around Medeus’s neck and raised his hips into the air. Taking that movement as a sign, Medeus extended his tongue and slipped it into Nataek’s mouth. The wet sound of friction tickled their ears.

Nataek opened his mouth wide, allowing Medeus to savor even the insides of his teeth. At the same time, he lifted and rocked his hips like undulating waves, rubbing his body against Medeus’s abdomen. The more the rustling sound repeated, the more heat gathered at Nataek’s center.

Saliva trickled from the corner of Nataek’s mouth. The unidentified fluid, belonging to who knows which of them, slid down his chin onto Medeus’s hand. Feeling uncomfortable at the sticky sensation, Nataek closed his mouth for a moment. As he swallowed down the accumulated saliva with a gulp, Medeus bit down firmly on Nataek’s lips, chewing on them like bread. It was a contact too peculiar to be called simply a kiss.

“Puhh— mmph!”

Nataek laughed while protesting against Medeus. In response, Medeus sucked insistently at Nataek’s lower lip. Like a child drinking milk with eager strength, he pulled, then raised his head. Nataek’s lips stretched taut, only to snap back into place with a slick sound.

“Why are you sucking my lips like that?”

Nataek grumbled between laughter.

“If you don’t like lips, then I’ll suck somewhere else.”

Smiling along with Nataek, Medeus slowly lowered his face. As his hips descended, the hardness between Medeus’s legs pressed down against Nataek’s thigh. Though it was a size he already knew, today it felt all the more blatant. Perhaps because of his own subconscious bracing, Nataek’s body grew tense. His hips trembled involuntarily.

Lowering his body, Medeus tugged at Nataek’s T-shirt and gently bit his collarbone. When his teeth closed not just on the skin but also the fabric, Medeus suddenly sat upright, then pulled off Nataek’s upper garment. Though Nataek’s flat chest offered nothing to grab, Medeus kneaded it with force like working a lump of clay.

Nataek’s eye twisted in discomfort, yet Medeus ignored it, bent down again, and began sucking Nataek’s nipple. Slurp, slurp, slurp—drawing until his cheeks hollowed, mimicking a baby feeding, he even bit insistently at the small nub. With stimulation piling onto the same chest, a shudder pulsed outward from Nataek’s abdomen. It hurt, but even amid the pain a sharp pleasure lingered.

“Haa…”

Letting out a heavy breath, Nataek once more began moving his hips. Medeus glanced at Nataek’s expression, then gradually shifted his lips lower. Arriving at Nataek’s abdomen, he unbuckled the pants and unzipped the fly. Together with underwear, he tugged everything down in one pull, tossing the overturned trousers toward the head of the bed. The tip of Nataek’s cock twitched with beads of moisture.

Medeus set his hand at the root of Nataek’s erection, pressing and caressing his lower abdomen. Each movement of that insolent hand grazing his shaft made Nataek twitch with stimulation. His buttocks tensed tightly, then relaxed, then tensed again on repeat. Watching Nataek’s body heat rise higher and higher, Medeus shifted his hand fully to the stiff shaft, slipping it between his slack index and middle finger to stroke slowly up and down. Nataek let a moan escape.

“Teresi.”

With the other hand, Medeus pushed down his own training pants and underwear. From between his thighs emerged an arm-thick pillar that bobbed heavily up and down. Stains of wetness showed on the pants caught at Medeus’s thighs. Grasping his sex, Medeus pressed the swollen tip against Nataek as if to present it.

“It’s crying. What should I do?”

Though phrased playfully, Medeus’s expression revealed a clear, urgent seriousness.

That… has to be put inside, doesn’t it?

Nataek swallowed hard. With no proper preparation in the room, he quickly racked his brain, remembering the lip balm he had in his pants pocket.

“W-wait a sec.”

He stretched his hand toward the trousers by the bedside and rummaged. The lip balm he carried was a small, tube-shaped gel type. Quick to notice, Medeus snatched it from his hand, opened it, and squeezed out every drop into his palm.

“Today, I can do things my way, right?”

Seeking permission once again, Medeus brought his slicked hand toward Nataek’s rear. Massaging as though kneading, his broad hand rubbed the cleft deliberately. Gathering the gel with index and middle fingers, he pressed it against the entrance. Then without hesitation, he pushed both fingers inside.

“Ugh…”

Nataek winced, clenching his abdomen. The fingers that had slipped halfway in were thus clenched tight.

“You need to relax.”

Speaking gently, Medeus soothed him, then gripped Nataek’s thighs and lifted them upward. Understanding the intent, Nataek naturally drew both knees toward his chest. Straining below to loosen himself, he exposed everything openly. Though the posture of baring his entrance so brazenly was unfamiliar, he didn’t lower his legs. The haze of arousal and heat erased any remaining sense of shame.

Medeus began in earnest exploring Nataek’s opening. His long, thick fingers pummeled inward like digging, then scraped outward upon withdrawal. Meanwhile, his wrist turned flexibly, stirring the insides violently. Each time his fingertip brushed a certain spot along the inner wall, jolts shivered through Nataek’s limbs.

“Ah, ngh…”

Biting down hard on his lips, Nataek tried to suppress the cries rising to break out. While probing Nataek’s entrance with one hand, Medeus grasped his own shaft with the other, stroking it languidly up and down. The tender skin pulled upward taut, then snapped back smoothly over and again. Tears of precum dripped down from his swollen tip. Nataek, too focused on clamping down his moans, didn’t see it.

“Teresi.”

Calling his partner’s name, Medeus pulled out his fingers and pressed closer between Nataek’s spread buttocks. With the heavy thickness in hand, he tapped Nataek’s perineum gently.

“Can I put it in?”

Nataek steadied his breath and lowered his gaze between his thighs.

“Um…”

“I want to.”

On the bed, Medeus no longer seemed guided by reason but by instinct, like a child driven by nature.

Nataek answered with action, spreading his legs wide and seizing his own cock. He too was drifting into heat, consciousness cloaked in dense fog. Instinct, more than thought, seized the reins. He needed stimulation.

Guiding his erect length, Medeus fixed the throbbing tip against Nataek’s entrance and began to push slowly. In that very moment, Nataek’s awareness snapped back.

“Ah, w-wait!”

“No.”

Gripping Nataek’s hips, Medeus pressed his shaft forcibly forward. The tender folds stretched taut, bringing with it the new sting of first pain.

“Mede—ugh, Medeus, wait a moment!”

“No.”

Medeus’s eyes looked dull and unfocused, even more than before. The more Nataek struggled to pull back, the more urgently Medeus pressed in.

As Nataek kept crying aloud for a pause, Medeus shoved strongly, driving his shaft in.

“Ukh!”

Nataek bit his lip hard, face twisting in pain. The serpent’s head had forced its way into him.

“It’s okay. It only hurts at first, then it gets better.”

“I don’t think so… Medeus, wait—just a sec.”

“No, it’s okay.”

The swelling sense of receiving Medeus’s “gift” vanished in an instant.

“No—it’s not okay at all. This feels wrong. Wait a minute.”

“It is okay.”

A brief struggle ensued between them. Reason cannot always overcome instinct. With Nataek holding onto rationality, and Medeus consumed by primal desire, the outcome was plain to see. Growing anxious at Nataek’s retreat, Medeus slammed forward harder.

“Ahh!”

In one thrust of the hips, half the “serpent” slid inside. Nataek’s legs, lifted in the air, trembled violently. He lowered them quickly and braced the bed on his elbows.

“Just pull out a little—wait, ah, ngh—Mede… us!”

Medeus seized both his ankles and pressed down relentlessly. The obscene sight of Nataek’s spread hole skewered by the pale “serpent” was unmistakable.

“Teresi… it’s okay. Everything’s okay.”

With unfocused eyes, Medeus thrust forward his abdomen. It felt like his insides would all be forced upward. Alarmed, Nataek slipped a hand quickly between his legs, grasping Medeus’s cock. His palm brushed against the thick bush of pubic hair. Unlike Nataek’s, Medeus’s light-colored curls were abundant, clinging to Nataek’s skin.

“Stop—ungh, stop! Don’t push it further!”

At last Nataek cried out loudly. But Medeus wasn’t in a state to heed. Driving his hips in forcefully, his shaft sank out of sight. Though more than half of it was buried inside Nataek, the root was caught in Nataek’s tightening hand, unable to enter fully. Even so, the filled sensation was overwhelming—like being pierced through the upper stomach. Squirming at the fullness pressing past his navel, Nataek fought desperately.

This… this isn’t right. Truly, this isn’t right at all.