“Ah! Ah.”
At the moment when the nipples were lightly touched, Niall’s upper body arched upwards and trembled. The more he writhed, the more only the stimulated nipples entered the Duke’s mouth. Unable to regain consciousness, the Duke, with Niall’s nipple between his lips, suddenly bit into the nipple that had entered his mouth. Niall struggled even harder, but only felt pain as if his arms, held back behind him, were about to be torn off.
With a squelching sound, the Duke sucked on the nipple. It was a gentle sucking sound, like a butterfly sipping nectar and delicately cleaning it with its tongue. the Duke clung to Niall’s nipple as if it were his lifeline. Even without opening his eyes, as if sensing it was his vital lifeline, the Duke sucked on Niall’s nipple.
“No, something else. Anything else, please.”
With a flushed face, Niall turned his head towards the side and pleaded.
“I’ll do anything else if not this. Please.”
Slowly, like branches of a tree intertwining, the Duke’s hand, with ten fingers spread wide, wrapped around Niall’s waist. Along with it, the force of sucking became stronger, no longer making a moist sound, but a slurping sound coming from the Duke attached to Niall’s nipple.
Niall, still entangled by the Duke, leaned his upper body forward, wetting his face and weakly shaking his head backwards. No matter how hard he tried to endure, moans leaked from his lips like thick honey.
No, no, please. Niall writhed, scratching the ground with his toes. Of course, the knights, not missing Niall’s resistance, only felt a slight movement in the nipple controlled by the Duke. As the Duke wrapped his fingers around Niall’s waist, unable to wrap around it, his fingers intertwined like stems and climbed up to his back.
Now Niall was astride the Duke’s leg. The unbuttoned white shirt, flowing down like a mechanism trying to add grace, revealed a tense back and the lines of his arms. Blue veins shimmered on the taut neck, and above them, the pulse beat rapidly.
Amidst the tense atmosphere, as if unable to withstand the pressure any longer, a droplet of juice-like pheromone squeezed between tightly clenched fingers flowed down, and then the Duke’s scent surged like the tide of the sea, engulfing his Omega as if to swallow it.
The scents of Alpha and Omega explored, stimulated, mingled, and seduced each other, intertwining like legs gradually opening up.
Above, his masters sucked hungrily, while below, the strong pheromones of Alpha greedily absorbed the faint scent of Omega, causing an invisible chemical reaction as they lusted for each other.
The knights knelt on the ground, not knowing what to do. Their masters were in heat. The power was so overwhelming that even an ordinary Alpha wanted to renounce his masculinity and kneel under him.
Even Elmiran’s cheek, who was known for her patience, blushed subtly. The message of the pheromones was crystal clear.
Insertion. the Duke’s pheromones desired it.
“Hah. Hah.”
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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“Duke.”
Majordomo carefully supported the Duke’s head and again let Niall’s nipples into his lips. Urged by Majordomo’s impatient gesture, the Duke put the nipples in his mouth and sucked on them eagerly.
“Please, stop.”
Niall whispered pitifully, but there was no one to listen. The Omega, whose chest was incessantly sucked, finally dropped his head with a thud, his white chest rising as he completely lost consciousness. Then the Duke grabbed the Omega’s waist with both hands and began to lick not only the nipples but also the entire chest.
Another drop of fervent Omega pheromones fell. It had a strange, sweet scent, like a rose. Although pheromones aren’t sensed through the tongue or nose, Elmiran unconsciously opened her mouth as if to taste it.
Although it was impossible to taste it with the tongue, saliva gathered as if he had bitten into delicious food.
In the eerily quiet chamber, only the sound of Alpha sucking Omega’s nipples incessantly echoed.
∞ ∞ ∞
On the 30th day since Lagarton invaded the sanctum of Prastos, the nature of the battle changed. As always, the Lagarton folks, unable to resolve the battle as smoothly as they thought, tried to kill time in a haphazard manner.
“They’re always like that.”
The veteran soldiers chuckled as they lectured the recruits.
“They often come barging in, but once they witness the bravery of our army, they’re so shocked that they pee themselves and beg to be sent back home. Seeing their pitiful state, it won’t be long before this war ends.”
At those words, the recruits cheered and laughed.
Although Lagarton’s army was still encamped beneath the castle and couldn’t go out, there was a sense of hope among the Prastos army that the war would soon end. The knight commander even went as far as to fetch the wine stored underground in the castle for the soldiers.
In the northern regions, alcohol was treated like silver. Due to chronic food shortages, the production of alcohol from grains was strictly prohibited in the north, and distilleries were operated as state enterprises. Therefore, when wine was brought out, it naturally boosted the morale of the soldiers.
Elmiran regulated the distribution of alcohol to prevent problems in case sudden combat resumed, ensuring that every soldier didn’t drink all at once. Thanks to this, soldiers who tasted alcohol even once became much more lenient.
“Hey, someone take this!”
“I’ll do it.”
A cook rolled out a keg brought from the cellar and shouted. Niall quickly approached and received the keg from the cook.
“Who are you? You don’t seem to be a soldier.”
The cook gasped for breath but looked at Niall with a puzzled expression. Niall wasn’t wearing military uniform. He didn’t seem to be a soldier, nor did he look like a knight or a squire. The cook had never seen him in the kitchen before.
“I’m the stable boy for the Duke.”
“Is that so? the Duke’s?”
The cook’s face brightened.
“You must be working hard covering for the Duke. And helping out in the kitchen on top of that, I’m really grateful.”
“Haha.”
“Well then, take this. And since this is the last one, don’t rush me anymore. …No no, don’t listen carefully. You might hurt your back. You have to roll it like this. Shake it from side to side. Got it? Alright, then take care.”
Niall nodded and followed the cook’s instructions, shaking the keg from side to side as he pushed it out. The lucky ones who were going to drink today were the soldiers stationed at the left tower guarding Munru.
“Hey, hurry up.”
The cook with a hood on his head spotted Niall and gestured. Niall, struggling as the keg got stuck in a recessed part after moving it back and forth, couldn’t respond to the cook’s urging.
“What are you doing? I said hurry up!”
The hooded cook got impatient. Niall raised his hand apologetically and pushed the keg forcefully, finally getting it out of the recess.
“What’s this? Is this all? Nothing more?”
Niall brought only one keg of alcohol. The cook with the hood turned to Niall with a disapproving look. Niall wiped off the sweaty sweat from his forehead and nodded.
“Is this really all? Yesterday, those who drank got ten kegs, why are we only getting seven?”
“I’m not sure about that…”
“What do you think will happen if we tell them this is the last alcohol? Why is the supply decreasing? At this rate, they’ll probably only give one keg to those who get to drink last, right?”
Niall chuckled awkwardly. The cook with the hood sighed heavily and placed a hand on Niall’s shoulder.
“Yeah. What authority do you have? Looks like the allocation is different, but still, this won’t do. Go and convince your superior to give at least one more keg.”
“…”
“Got it? Please. And return this empty keg on your way back.”
The hooded cook smiled slyly and handed Niall the empty keg. Once again, Niall found himself running errands unexpectedly.
While contemplating whether the cook would listen to the stable boy, Niall responsibly shook the keg and headed towards the barn.
In the distance, the sounds of intoxicated soldiers singing could be heard. There were also gentle laughter. The soldiers sensed that the war wouldn’t last much longer and relaxed. With alcohol added to the mix, it couldn’t be better.
Niall exhaled and looked up at the sky. Stars twinkled faintly in the cold air. Despite being in the midst of battle, it felt peaceful.
As he turned the slope slowly, Niall encountered a tall man on the narrow path. Niall’s head tilted upwards. Tall men were rare in the northern regions, except for the Duke. Niall unexpectedly met the Duke and found himself smiling involuntarily.
“Your Grace.”
The Duke didn’t even glance at Niall and walked past. Following behind, Elmiran gave Niall a brief nod. Niall made an awkward sound, scratching the back of his neck. the Duke’s boots clacked heavily on the cobblestones as he quickly moved away.
Dude, I’m so confused. Is Nial rejecting having his nipple sucked or is he just pretending? Why does he react scared in one scene and happy in the next?
Too many questions.
that’s what we call… ‘r*pe’
I’m more confused about Nial having been fine with having his nipple played with in the castle (shortly after they first met) versus now where he reacts very “traumatized” and scared.