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At dawn in a dense and dark forest, Kang Yeosang, a wizard, enters the region in search of a specific magical item: werewolf claws. It is far from being something difficult to find, as such claws are easily found embedded in tree trunks; these monsters give everything they have in a hunt, often neglecting themselves and not realizing how much it hurts them.
It is not his first time in this forest, and the wizard is aware of where all the paths and trails take him, where they lead and how to find his way if he happens to get lost.
Yeosang walked slowly, trying to be as silent as possible, since every time he took a step, he crushed the dry, dark leaves on the ground. When the branches broke and made a strange noise, he could swear his soul was going to come out of his mouth. Being a wizard was no easy task, and not just anyone could become one. Let's just say that Yeosang has a gift, a gift that was given to the beginning of his family more than centuries ago.
He certainly wasn't born at the time yet, but he knows very well the name of the oldest member of his family: Kang Sang-ah. Everyone tries to honor the witch's work, and respect her image as if she were a Goddess.
Yeosang doesn't really care about taking this whole witchcraft thing seriously, since he's already part of the family. But he also doesn't feel like himself without doing the bare minimum of his missions, and because of that, he drowns in immense guilt; as if he's not worthy of being part of the family. However, as said before, the boy has a gift. Yeosang has pure blood from a lineage of witches, and he wouldn't abandon this fact any time soon. And this is the exact reason he's wandering through one of the magical - and most dangerous - forests in his city.
It doesn't take long until he finally finds what he was looking for all along: the werewolf claws, a famous item among sorcerers, wizards, and even ordinary humans. It is generally used to increase willpower within people, removing all laziness and discouragement from their bodies. Yeosang's reason for wanting them was to further develop his faith in his own ability and belief in his ancestor.
"I got you!" Yeosang crouches down, and with a flashlight, the boy illuminates the trunk where the sharp claws were. He holds the light in his right hand, and a pair of tweezers in his left, precisely removing each part of the item stuck in the wood. It's a task that takes seconds, but you need to have a minimum of knowledge to do it.
Then he puts them inside a small bottle, quickly closing it. The wizard gets up, puts the bottle inside his bag and sighs in relief. It was much faster than he imagined! Now all he has to do is go back home, grind the claws and mix them with more strange liquids. That way, Yeosang will finally be able to escape his constant distractions... Or so he thought.
Because in less than two minutes, monstrous noises along with bushes and plants moving infiltrate Yeosang's ears, making him swallow hard in fear. He looked back, and saw nothing but the vast darkness surrounding him. Everything was suddenly so dark, not even the trees were clearly visible. The wizard aims the tip of his flashlight at the noises. He sees a familiar silhouette, a scent he already knew. It was definitely someone he saw often!
He quickly speeds his steps in the opposite direction, not wasting any more time there. Maybe it's just a small animal, or maybe a huge beast. Uncertainty controls his body, and so he continues on his way back home.
Yeosang would probably be sighing of relief if he wasn't hearing any more noise. But he is; and it is not little! The noise grows louder and louder, as does the speed of his steps. And before he knows it, he's already running, running like there's no tomorrow. Yeosang feels scared, and even with his mind foggy from running so much, he manages to draw what would happen to him if he were caught by this absolute monster.
It would push him to the ground, create several scratches on every part of his body and would bite him, biting his skin until he could taste his fresh, red flesh stretching out of his body. His guts would be pulled out like a rope that unties and falls. The beast would delight in his blood, licking and sucking it every time it had the opportunity.
Yeosang is terrified of his own thoughts, which for now scare him more than the fact of running desperately from an animal that not even he knows what it looks like. He knows this forest so well, but he feels like a lost person, running aimlessly until salvation comes to him and rescues him. Despite everything, he doesn't imagine that he will be saved so soon.
The wizard was sweating, his black hair sticking to his forehead with the effort produced by his body. His legs were already shaking and asking for a stop, but he couldn't give in until he was sure he wouldn't be eaten. His failing lungs wouldn't allow him to breathe, and all that came out of his mouth were miserable gasps. And gradually Yeosang slowed down, no longer able to push himself to run. Let's say he accepted his fate.
Or rather, he surrendered himself to his fate. Purposefully.
When he least expected it, a strong push along with a weight on his back knocks him down and makes him collapse on the grass. Yeosang feels his cheek being pressed against the leaves, and he is unable to move at all, since this beast had its hand wrapped around his neck from behind, squeezing his carotid arteries tightly.
"I got you." A deep voice spoke almost like a whisper, peaceful as if its intention was to calm the wizard. Still, there was a hint of malice present. And Yeosang certainly recognized that voice. "It's been a while, Yeosang." He murmured, bringing his face closer to the boy's neck.
"San- No!" His fear was visible in the way he rejected the proximity of the beast, struggling hard and doing his best to escape its large hands. Still, with a certain transparency, his cheeks were tinted red, as if he was embarrassed by the situation, or by the position they were in, one on top of the other, stuck together, bodies pressed together.
"San, no?” He mimicked. “But I haven't even done anything yet." The man gave a nasal laugh before loosening the tight grip he had on Yeosang and therefore crouching down next to him. "Come on, it's been a while since we've had this much fun." The beast said, undoing the knot that held the strap of Yeosang's bag to the base of it. He turned it upside down, and the bottle that was hidden in the bottom of the bag slipped out, San nimbly catching it. His narrowed, piercing eyes widened for a moment, and Yeosang could have sworn he noticed a small upward curve of San's lips. It was as if he wanted to mock him, as if he was very interested in what he saw.
"What do we have here?" He asked, a rhetorical question, since the contents inside the glass were visible.
"Don't touch that! San!" The boy lamented, a bad feeling deep in his chest.
Yeosang knows that San is no fool, yet he can't help but get nervous every time the beast irritates him. And if San already knows the element in the vial... He would probably be angry with him. The wizard once again drowns in his anxious thoughts, afraid of what the older man might think of him — or what he might do to him. Yeosang swallows uneasily.
"And what do you need my colleagues' claws for, hm?" San ruffled the wizard's hair, a shit-eating grin growing larger, taking up a large space on his face. "Be honest and I'll be more affectionate with you." His hot breath once it left his mouth stuck to Yeosang's skin, almost as if it wanted to crawl inside him, tearing him apart mercilessly.
Yeosang could have answered, or at least tried, if he hadn't felt the touch of San's rough, calloused hands underneath his shirt, caressing his bare abdomen. Suddenly the forest breeze hits his body like a truck, all his hair standing on end right there. Unfortunately for him, all he could manage to mumble in response was a weak moan. And to his shame, San definitely heard that.
Yeosang had never been a suicidal person, but he certainly considered dying at that exact moment, mentally cursing himself in such a frantic and lunatic way that he definitely attracted negative energy for the rest of his live. He felt the heat burning his ears, turning them red. In the end, the wizard just squeezed his eyes tightly, looking down and begging to disappear.
"How cute you are... I missed you so much, you know?" San remains crouched in front of a Yeosang lying on the ground, and his free hand uses his thumb to gently trace circles on his cheek. "I miss having you for myself. You're so pretty, baby. So tasty.” He smiled, burying his face in the wizard's cold neck, once again drawing air with his nostrils and tasting his hypnotizing scent. San likes Yeosang because he is a human like no other. His scent is not the same as anyone else's, nor his features, his actions, and not even his faith - The same faith that Yeosang is so insecure about, in no way wanting to feel small compared to his family members. San understands him, but Yeosang doesn't know it yet.
"Let me go. Now." The younger man struggled, trying at all costs to get the beast off of him. "You pervert!" He kneeled San in the stomach, not hard enough to hurt him, but rather to bother him. San immediately flinched and let go of Yeosang, grunting in response to the aggression.
One thing Yeosang has kept secret: Ever since his unusual encounters with San, he has tried to run away. Not because he feels uncomfortable, or because he hates San, but because he enjoys being chased like prey; it’s pleasurable in a very strange way. To think of himself as a beautiful prey, ready to be spoiled and damaged by the sharp canines of a beast. Such a beautiful face, one that people would kill for, formed also by the intriguing personality of a pureblood wizard, being destroyed so easily. It’s exciting.
Once again, getting caught up in his thoughts, Yeosang would be pushed to the ground, receive scratches on every part of his body and have his soul sucked out of his body, his skin would stretch until it became purple and bloody. He knows that San would love to do this, but somehow, even with all the fear, he gets upset every time he doesn't fulfill his wishes.
Yeosang wonders if San would ever devour him.
Before Yeosang could think, he got up from the grassy ground, tripped over his own feet but managed to turn in the opposite direction, absolutely not daring to waste time taking a deep breath before putting his legs to work, no. Yeosang ran because he knew his life was on a thin, old and almost completely torn tightrope. He didn't need to turn his head back to know that San was staring at him with an immeasurable desire for his blood. But as he ran desperately, he managed to hear a nasal laugh coming from the beast, along with a ferocious growl... That growl that made every hair on Yeosang's body stand on end...
Yeosang no longer remembers his main objective, forgets about the claws lying in the grass as if they were useless. He doesn't remember why he has wanted these valuable items and, lastly, he doesn't remember why he is running now. The wizard's vision is blurry, small tear fluids filling his vision and then rolling down his flushed cheeks. He doesn't even know if San is following him, he doesn't know at all! But he certainly knows what will happen when he is caught, and his legs weaken just imagining it - Yeosang feels like he is using fragile branches to run.
It doesn't take long for the terror to pass, the wizard leans against a tree and gasps desperately, falling to his knees at the same time, and then begins to cry. He had one hand on his chest, feeling his crazy and impulsive heartbeat, a feeling so difficult to bear that it even seemed like he was going to vomit; and the other hand covered his own mouth, trying not to make a noise and failing, whimpering miserably. The cold wind blew against his body, making a great shiver run down his spine.
The forest is vast and silent. If there were to be a sound of something moving, Yeosang more than anyone would know about it. But this is not the first time that the boy has been chased by San... It happens all the time! And the wizard knows all of his tricks, sometimes he feels like he can even know what San is thinking.
Yeosang has already noticed the growls that now echo throughout the place, along with the disturbing melody of the trees shaking due to the wind. His legs hurt so much, he doesn't even know how he still feels them on his body. Yeosang can't even move them without grunting in pain. He knows San is going to get him.
And that's exactly what happens - A short silence makes Yeosang relax, but then San pushes the wizard against the tree where he was resting, their bodies pressing together as he ferociously attacks the older man's mouth. If Yeosang suffered from heart problems, he would already be dead on the ground.
Yeosang's lips are plump and reddish, as if they were freely asking to be kissed and sucked. San's, although not as round, are thicker and stiffer. With his large hands, the beast tightly holds Yeosang's thin waist, pulling him closer and keeping both bodies as close as possible.
And, really, the fear the wizard felt was so strong that even though he thought he had already dehydrated from crying so much, he managed to generate more tears, salting the bitter kiss that was occurring. Yeosang's vision becomes blurred, but that doesn't stop him from returning the last bit of flame that was still lit deep in his heart...
When Yeosang finally calms down — or rather, manages to control his senses a little more, San mercifully asks permission to enter his mouth, the tip of his tongue touching the wizard's front teeth. So he opens it. Their tongues dance, intertwining with each other as if they were hungry, and that was the only way to satisfy their hunger. San doesn't let their tongues stay without touching for even a millisecond, always searching and easily finding the dark-haired man's tongue. He kisses well, very well. The beast is agile, and that, as strange as it may be, turns Yeosang on.
San pulls away for a few seconds, quickly forming a trail of kisses that go from the corner of his mouth, to his cheek, to his jaw, until they reach their final destination: his neck. San licks a long strip in the region, making Yeosang sigh audibly and close his eyes. He laughs, bites and sucks the wizard's skin hard, receiving a small "ah!" and, as a consequence, a smack on his arm. It's not because Yeosang wanted to play hard to get, but because San's damn sharp canines really made the process hurt more than it should.
"I couldn't resist." He let out another nasal laugh, and as a way of apologizing, he gave a little kiss on the bite mark. "I have to enjoy it, you know? It's not every day that you come to do something in the forest... I'm starting to think that it's just so you can see me." San rests his face in the crook of the wizard's neck, and notices that he smells soft, something like drops of vanilla and a light musk.
Yeosang swallows hard. "I-I don't want to see you." He mumbles, still keeping his arms around the younger's neck.
"No?" Inside Yeosang's shirt, the older man caresses his chest, and then presses his fingertips hard on the wizard's reddened nipples, making him moan so breathlessly that it was pitiful. San slid his hands down to Yeosang's thighs, pulling his lower body and pressing it against his. "Desperate... You're so desperate, baby. It's beautiful." He pinched the boy's nipples, feeling them harden at the touch.
"S-Sannie..." Yeosang whimpered, the tears on his cheeks drying. But San couldn't care less about them, as it was an extremely ethereal sight to be had when such a beautiful being was crying because of him.
Yeosang's face, as perfect as it always was. His lips so soft and red, so kissable. His tongue so soft, the texture so perfect. Seeing him vulnerable like this makes San envy the wizard even more. Sometimes he imagines what it's like to live Yeosang's life, his own grace alive. After all, it must be great to be born with a silver spoon in his mouth, surrounded by compliments at every step he takes. That's why San couldn't help but take all these feelings out on the boy, and that's when Yeosang feels his shins being pulled hard, consequently losing his balance and his back hitting the mattress. Despite the pain and the fright, Yeosang is much more aware of himself in this position, both of their erections practically touching, only separated by the fabric of his pants.
Okay. San is huge, and the wizard didn't even need to see him with his cock out to realize that. The bulge inside his pants was so big that it looked like it would rip through the fabric and jump out. He already knew everything about San's width and length, but... well, it’s still scary.
Yeosang doesn't know how the gravity of the situation has worsened so quickly. A few minutes ago, he was determined to find specific magical materials, with one goal in mind. A few minutes ago, Yeosang imagined everything going well for the only time in his life, having a prosperous future as a wizard, his incomparable nature being used as an example. Yeosang only wanted to honor his ancestor, and now... He can only feel humiliated. But it's not a bad humiliation, not at all! He yearns for it more and more. Escaping reality seems like a good thing now, plus, does Yeosang really want to dedicate his life to an unknown entity so much?
The wizard's guilt gradually turns to pleasure as San slowly rubs himself against him, causing his member to wake up, twitching in his pants. He moans and tries to push San away, failing. Yeosang feels his airway closing with each passing second, unable to breathe at all.
Yeosang wonders whether or not he should ask San to stop, tell him to lower the ball (as if San would obey), since he can't even breathe. It's something that bothers him, and even though he won't admit it, he can't help but allow it, and is carried by the moment like waves in a rough sea. "Wait, wait- San!" The wizard 'whispered a scream', patting San's back and trying to turn his face, needing oxygen with extreme urgency. San grabbed his jaw back and continued attacking his lips mercilessly.
And every time Yeosang separates his lips to complain about San's aggressiveness, he feels San's warm, wet tongue push against his own, almost causing him to reflux. It's a real shame for Yeosang's human teeth that are being pressed so hard against San's that he feels like they might break. Controlling the little air he can pull through his nose seems impossible, and the wizard's vision is already blurry once again. He feels his blood pressure drop, his body getting cold as he can no longer apply strength to both his arms and legs. Yeosang softens in the beast's arms.
At this, San stops. He suddenly separates his lips from Yeosang's, and the boy has never felt so relieved in his entire life. He doesn't even know if he's going to die or just faint, so while he's panting miserably, he starts crying again.
"So beautiful." He lifts Yeosang's head, holding his chin, and gently caresses the spot with his thumb - a huge contrast compared to how he was treating the wizard just now. "Perfect." He murmurs silly compliments to the boy, as if he were a beautiful gift. And he is.
As a distraction from the sweet words that had happened for a fleeting moment, San held Yeosang's hips tightly, easily turning him with his strong arms. The smaller man would have his forehead pressed against the floor if his elbows weren't supporting all his weight. Roughly separating the wizard's thighs, he placed Yeosang on his hands and knees right there, on all fours. The human is nothing more than a fragile, recently made doll. It's a beautiful sight, and San feels like a God next to Yeosang, who now feels exposed, and (un)fortunately, is still wearing his clothes... Well, San can't let this continue, no way.
Yeosang's shirt was already unbuttoned since San a few minutes ago was abusing his nipples, so he finishes the job and pulls it so hard off Yeosang's body that in addition to having a nice tear, the boy lost balance and hit his cheek on the floor, squeezing his eyes closed while whimpering in pain.
"Sorry, princess." The tone of his voice made it clear that he wasn't sorry at all. San throws his shirt somewhere and while rubbing himself against Yeosang from behind, he unzips the wizard's pants and right there puts his hand inside his pants, groping the boy through his underwear. Yeosang meows pitifully, trying to push San away with his back - it doesn't work, it's a shame that Yeosang is so fragile and it's also a shame that he's completely in San's favor.
San laughs, taking out another one of his evil little laughs that honestly, just make Yeosang want to punch and step on the beast's face until he loses his teeth, chokes on his own blood and dies.
"Fuck you." Yeosang hisses, instantly regretting his words when he feels San's cold thumb brush hard against his poor, needy tip. He groans and for some reason the contraction makes him stick his ass up, pressing even harder against San's cock.
"How selfish. And you're still rubbing yourself against me." San shamelessly stroked Yeosang's length, which was already rock hard. "Clueless bitch, you come looking for me and then you play hard to get."
San stopped touching the wizard and pulled his hand back, which didn't make much difference since the beast immediately pulled down his pants along with his underwear, spitting on Yeosang's pink hole and mercilessly shoving his face between his ass cheeks, licking the place, his tongue moving and swirling around the boy's rim. Yeosang whimpered in pleasure and at the same time in humiliation, feeling his cock throbbing every time San's wet, warm texture ran through it.
San shoves his tongue inside the tight hole with difficulty, and feels it slip out as Yeosang's muscles tighten. He looks at Yeosang with such sharp eyes that it's as if the brunette had committed a crime, and abruptly sticks his index finger in the same tightness, without any mercy already putting the middle one in, stretching it in a hurry, and then inserts his tongue inside once more. Yeosang groans in pain.
It's not that the wizard doesn't like it, he actually likes it, but sometimes he wishes San was a little more affectionate, so he doesn't feel like a doll that is thrown away after use. There was a time where San fucked him so hard that blood ran down the inside of his thighs, and although it was pleasurable, it also cost him a little of his fragile skin, which had been injured. The other time, San fucked his throat so hard that in addition to losing his voice for a week, he had to drink hot tea along with medicine to end the pain. Yeosang likes to satisfy San. He doesn't mind having to give a little of himself for it, a little pain is nothing to him who is already a very humble and nice boy.
San continues to eat him with his tongue, and as time passes he becomes bored. The beast separates and pulls Yeosang's hair, forcing him to stand with him. He pushes the boy against the tree trunk, this time unintentionally, making him hit his face again.
Seriously, if San listened to Yeosang for just a little bit, the boy would ask him not to stand up. He already loses strength in his legs lying down, now imagine standing up, trying at all costs not to fall to the floor, where he would mentally pray that his legs wouldn't give out and he would hit his knees on the floor and ruin the whole fuck. But San doesn't listen. San doesn't care, and he certainly doesn't want to know about any request the wizard might make.
It doesn't take long for Yeosang to feel San's precum-leaking cockhead poke at his entrance. Then Yeosang feels himself open and stretched to his limits again, this time by San's cock, which doesn't allow him to adjust to its size and already starts to slowly thrust. Despite his aggressiveness, San fucks so well, so deliciously that it makes Yeosang's head spin. He doesn't know how a man who grew up in the forest surrounded by wolves learned to do this like no one else does, but, well, he doesn't need to worry about that now. And it doesn't really matter, what really matters is the feeling of San's thick cock dragging over his tight velvety walls.
"Holy shit, Yeosang. That's so hot, seriously." He moaned, and rested his chin on the wizard's shoulder from behind, once again taking in his scent, feeling the sweet vanilla and musk infiltrate his nose as he moved.
"Aah, San, please..." He cried, trying to turn his head and look at San behind him. "Please, faster..."
San kisses Yeosang's bare neck. "You want it fast, eh? I'll do it ‘cuz I'm nice." And then he quickens the pace of his thrusts, his cock scraping the depths of Yeosang's insides.
"Ah!" He threw his head back, placing it between the curve of San's neck, and supporting almost all of his weight on the beast's back, which continued thrusting without any pause.
The once eerily silent forest is filled with filthy sounds of skin slapping, wet noises of fucking and especially the magnificent sounds that Yeosang releases from his mouth, moaning so alluringly... San sometimes imagines that Yeosang must be some kind of mermaid - a mermaid who uses her voice to seduce men and then devour them. But Yeosang is too good a person to deceive someone like that. San knows that no matter how much the wizard wants to, he will never really make a decision and have control over anything.
San comes to the conclusion that Yeosang is a bunny, since he is as fragile as one, easily becoming the target of any predator out there. The excitement is also comparable, after all, a rabbit likes to fuck like there is no tomorrow. Yeosang, for now, is a rabbit.
"Just like that, right, baby?" He pushed his hips forward so that he would press the smaller man against the tree once more, thrusting deep inside and touching the boy's prostate. Yeosang really is just a fragile prey and nothing more.
Yeosang lets out a groan that is much louder than the others. He feels his legs wobble, trembling and threatening to give out. "S-San. Please, I can't- can't take it..." Yeosang's nails dig into the wood of the trunk, just like the ones he had wanted to collect a few minutes ago. He grips so tightly that he feels the barbs cut the dead skin on his fingers.
San goes back and forth, rubbing inside against the same sensitive area that had made Yeosang scream. "Can't take it? But you asked me to speed up..." The beast's large hand wraps around the back of Yeosang's neck, squeezing his carotid arteries from behind. Yeosang's breath hitches, cutting himself in half in an attempt to breathe.
The beast pulls out of Yeosang with a backward movement, and then pulls the wizard's hair abruptly, throwing him to the ground. Yeosang falls on his back and can't even show a reaction before San spreads his legs wide and, kneeling and aligning himself with his entrance, thrusts in again. "Fuck." The older one grumbled. There they start from scratch once again, all over again, and poor Yeosang can only allow it, even without really understanding what happened, he finds himself wrapping his legs around San's waist, pulling him closer. San finds this cute. He also thinks Yeosang is too cute for his own safety.
San continues thrusting, paying attention to the crying mess that is the wizard beneath him. The younger man's angelic face contorted as he was overwhelmed. His hot, red cheeks, his innocent little eyes rolling, it was all so beautiful... Yeosang's open mouth with the tip of his tongue sticking out only increased San's desire to stick his teeth into the organ and pull it out by force, chew it and have it inside him forever.
"S-Sannie... Please..." The boy begged, still crying endlessly.
"So beautiful," He caressed Yeosang's wet cheek, squeezing it like a plush toy. "It's mine." He thrust deep, deep enough that Yeosang's whole body writhed and made him empty his cock into San's stomach, finally cumming all that he had been accumulating all this time.
But just because Yeosang came doesn't mean San will stop. He's nowhere near reaching his limit, so he keeps going, and he'll keep going until he's satisfied. San grips Yeosang's waist tightly and pulls him closer than he already is. The closeness, the touch of their bodies isn't enough - San wants to crawl inside Yeosang's skin, he wants to rip Yeosang in half and feel his hot insides, but even though he's a big beast who can do much more than just devour Yeosang, he won't do it.
The thrusts become more and more violent. Yeosang no longer has a voice to moan or tears to cry, so he stops, and lets the beast use him like a lifeless doll. San doesn't understand why Yeosang doesn't moan or cry, he just makes some noises, but he keeps trying to keep touching the younger man's prostate, he wants to pull those beautiful sounds out of Yeosang.
"Baby?" San calls out, and in response he receives a small murmur from the wizard. "Are you okay?" He leans in enough so that he can kiss Yeosang's beautiful neck, smelling it at the same time. Yeosang is already hard again, and his cock is throbbing enough for San to realize that the younger man is indeed enjoying the treatment.
Yeosang nodded frantically, his eyes squeezed shut and his lips parted. "I need to cum. Please." He begged, biting back a moan that was about to come. If San wasn't going to let him cum, then he wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of hearing him moan.
"You're only allowed to cum after I fill you up, yeah? Don't want me beating you up, right?” He retorted, giving Yeosang a slightly uneasy look.
San notices that the boy's lips are closed, forming a firm line. He thrusts his hand in hard and opens the boy's mouth, sticking his fingers deep down his throat. How lucky Yeosang is that he didn't throw up right there. The feeling of Yeosang's tongue on his fingers... Gratifying. A real massage. "Ahahah, you're such a naughty boy. You think about everything you do, don't you? You calculate everything." He thrusts hard with each word, and the sound of their bodies hitting each other becomes high-pitched and painful, waking up a quiet Yeosang once again and making him become sly.
"Sannie..." He cried invisible tears, letting out empty pleas. Yeosang's mind was confused and disoriented, the pleasure and pain already taking over completely.
When all the feeling seemed to become unbearable, San cums, deep inside Yeosang just as he promised, pumping long ropes of cum inside the wizard. He continues to thrust slowly so as not to let it leak, and then pulls out his softening cock. San gives a light handjob to finish pouring his cum over Yeosang.
But, well, San feels an inexplicable urge to pee. And he's not one to hold back, so he aims his member forward, and lets out all the liquid that was inside him, pouring his hot urine over Yeosang's thighs and stomach, who can only allow himself to be used, humiliated like this. "Mm..." He murmured with the warm sensation wetting the lower part of his body.
Yeosang is still terrified of his own thoughts, still afraid of being torn apart and devoured like a real victim. He no longer knows where he is in the forest, even though he knows it like the back of his hand. He will not be saved, Yeosang was doomed - but he already knows that, he already accepts his fate. Because he gave himself up. The wizard no longer wants to dedicate his life to his ancestor, Sang-ah, or to witchcraft. He wants San. San is his God.
Yeosang feels dirty, but he doesn't have the energy to get up and try to scrub away what's causing discomfort in his body. San had already finished peeing when the boy's tear glands start working again, making him cry, feeling his immaculate tears rolling down his slender face, the same beauty that hypnotizes and distracts the turbulent heart of a beast lost in the world. The night is the cage that imprisons San in his own obsession, which has long since ceased to be healthy. Observing the constellations in the sky is no longer the same as it used to be. Reading lying words written in an old book makes him sick. Going around the forest has no meaning anymore if Yeosang isn't going to be there to be devoured by the beast.
San whispers something, a question, and then kisses Yeosang's tears, feeling once again the taste of that pure water coming from such a perfect being. Yeosang is not sure if he managed to hear correctly or if he really paid attention to what was being asked, but he nods slowly with his eyes closed, and then feels his consciousness escape from his body.
After all, all San wants is to have Yeosang for himself, to taste his skin and lick it as if it were the last time he could have a meal, and the wizard didn't need to be pushed to the ground or scratched all over his body, much less have his guts pulled out like a rope so he could be devoured. It didn't take much violence for San to claim Yeosang as his own. All it took was a chase and the most normal sex that San can provide for his and Yeosang's satisfaction. He doesn't need to worry too much about someone stealing Yeosang from him or anything like that, no, he doesn't.
Yeosang has a sweet vanilla scent with light notes of musk, San knows this because he has smelled his addictive scent several times.
After months of fucking Yeosang against the grass every night without mercy, San finally discovers what the boy tastes like. Yeosang tastes like salt, freshness, and red.
San acquires Yeosang as his own, perpetually, for the eternal forever.