Niall knelt slowly between the Duke’s legs, and the Duke’s fingers clicked against the armrest. As the five knights and Majordomo observed in silence, Nile’s hand delicately slipped into the Duke’s black velvet robe, lightly massaging his genitals, much like the previous day.
“…”
The Duke offered no resistance, quietly observing Niall’s actions. Niall smiled subtly, pulling down the Duke’s pants and sliding his fingers through, a smoother process compared to the day before. This brought relief to the five knights and Majordomo, who anxiously stood behind the Duke.
The Duke grasped Niall’s collar, lifting him effortlessly as if catching a bird mid-flight, without the intense anger or rejection witnessed the day before.
“Duke!” Elmiran intervened, preventing Majordomo from leaping forward. She looked at the Duke and Niall, shaking her head. Her sharp intuition, enabling her to become a knight despite being a woman, confirmed that stopping the Duke now would lead to Nile’s demise.
Seated with outstretched hands, the Duke held Niall, suspended like a fish on a hook. The Duke’s black eyes narrowed, each narrowing coinciding with Niall’s breath, creating a sense of imminent fragility.
“Ha. Ha. Uh.” Niall thought as he released a short, sharp breath, contemplating the real possibility of death in this moment. The Duke, gripping Nile’s neck like a crow seizing a shiny object, threatened to break his neck at any loss of interest.
The terms “military god” and “devil of the battlefield” transformed from conceptual words to tangible reality. The Duke could indeed snap Nile’s neck right then and there.
Struggling for breath, Nile made a move. As the Duke’s eyes narrowed further, and his grip tightened, Nile swiftly extended his arm, embracing the Duke’s face.
“Ha.” Majordomo breathed a sigh of relief. Niall held the Duke, who was strangling him, and waited, hoping the fear within would subside, avoiding any confrontation with the man’s instincts. Niall held his breath, anticipating what would come next.
The Duke responded to the unexpected gesture by tightening his hands. Nile’s neck sharply moved, and the sound of exhaling breath was ominous, making him feel like he might die at any moment.
Rather than pushing the Duke away, Niall gently stroked his head with trembling hands. He brushed against the Duke’s eyes, caressed his cheek, and repeated the motion of stroking his head. Niall continued this until the Duke’s grip on his life weakened, without any attempt to resist.
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When the Duke finally released Nile’s neck, Nile placed his hand around the back of the Duke’s neck, pulling him forcefully into an embrace.
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“P ilxf sbe, Gexf. P ilxf sbe.”
“… … .”
“P ilxf sbe. P gfjiis vb…”
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It was a miraculous moment. For example, it was hard to believe.
The Duke, the stoic alpha, acknowledging someone else.
The two individuals embraced each other like reliefs carved in stone, as if they were in love. It was difficult to fathom that just moments ago, the Duke had been strangling him. The Duke buried his face in Niall’s chest, while Niall held his face tightly, repeatedly stroking it.
Suddenly, Niall patted his chest, making a gesture as if he were uncomfortable, shrugging his shoulders and pulling back.
“Hmm.” Niall, moving his shoulders and chest back and forth, emitted a shallow groan and then jumped in surprise, pushing his upper body back as if trying to escape from the Duke.
“Ah, ah.” Niall exclaimed as a light bubble burst. His face turned red. Subsequently, Majordomo and the knights heard the sound of wet cloth being sucked. Majordomo was startled, opening his eyes wide.
The Duke was sucking on Niall’s breasts.
“Ah, stop. Stop.”
Niall was no longer subtly moving. He grabbed the Duke’s shoulders and actively pushed to escape. However, the Duke followed, keeping his mouth close despite Niall’s attempts to push him away. As Niall continued to push, the Duke embraced Niall’s upper body with strong force and squeezed tightly, rendering Niall helpless as if caught in a blacksmith’s vise.
“Ha! Ah, ah!”
Niall wore a winter shirt with underwear inside. Nonetheless, the Duke’s tongue found Niall’s nipples and lingered in his mouth.
The Duke maliciously licked the protruding nipples, causing the fabric of Niall’s shirt to wrinkle as it formed waves between his fingers.
Niall trembled as if struck by an arrow. Every time the Duke sucked on his nipples, Niall twisted his body in apparent agony. Irritated by the fabric, the Duke opened his lips wide, engulfing as much of Niall’s chest as he could and sucked vigorously. As half of Niall’s chest disappeared into the Duke’s mouth, Niall let out a short scream.
No one could speak or intervene.
Suddenly, the sound of dozens of men running outside was heard. Along with the rough footsteps, there was the sound of something collapsing, causing the Duke to raise his head. In an instant, his arms swelled as if pulling invisible arrows, and his pupils widened like those of a vigilant beast, fixed on the door.
Seizing the opportunity, Niall managed to break free partially from the Duke’s grasp. He hastily exhaled while attempting to extract the rest of himself. Elmiran approached and grabbed Niall’s shoulder. Niall reached out to her with a relieved expression, expecting her assistance.
Elmiran did not help Niall. Instead, she forcefully pushed Niall sideways, tearing his shirt apart into two pieces. Niall gasped and opened his eyes wide. He tore apart the underwear he wore beneath and pressed Niall’s chest against the Duke’s face.
The Duke’s eyes turned to Niall. With a flushed face, he swiftly scanned Niall’s face, the broad chest beneath it, and the nipples and areolas protruding above it.
“…!”
The Duke groaned and reached out. With a firm grip, he pulled Niall, who was attempting to escape, using his large hands. Niall’s waist bent as he was pulled forcefully. No, this couldn’t happen. Niall’s pitiful words seemed like a pre-written excerpt from a play, designed to make the situation more erotic.
The Duke greedily sucked on Niall’s nipples. His open chest turned crimson, and even the peripheral areas like his earlobes and elbows flushed pink. The Duke licked the two small spots on Niall’s chest vigorously, then pressed his tongue firmly against them.
Each time, Niall’s chest heaved. As if unable to bear it any longer, he struggled to break free.
No one in the room knew what the Omega was feeling. Like a deer bitten on the neck every time his nipples were sucked, the Omega writhed, trying to cover his flushed chest.
The four knighted men averted their reddened faces. The Alpha’s pheromones permeated the room. The Duke’s scent carried the essence of the sea, not a serene blue sea kissed by the morning sun, but a tumultuous deep blue sea enveloped in dark clouds. The Duke’s volatile, savage, and capricious nature manifested in his pheromones.
He spread his broad hands wide and gripped the Omega’s chest, squeezing and releasing it repeatedly. Then, the Omega also emitted pheromones. As if unable to endure any longer, as if this was the limit, the Omega exuded faint pheromones of rose petals and sobbed, shaking his shoulders.
They were Alpha and Omega. The Duke pursued scents, moving his head around before biting the Omega’s neck. Pink bite marks remained, emitting a fragrance even from the bitten areas.
Dizzy… The Omega muttered and, like an actor on a tragic stage, spread his white neck and lay down, trying to align his chest and neck horizontally.
His erect nipples were visible. The Omega’s nipples and areolas were pronounced. They were smaller than a woman’s but thicker and more prominent than a man’s.
Some wondered if they had always been so prominent, but there was no way to know. It was because the Duke had been vigorously sucking on the Omega’s nipples even before opening his shirt.
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