CHAPTER 44: BURIED MEMORY [R18]

Lucien had lost all sense of time since Twinster began fucking his body.

His mind drifted in a delirious haze as pleasure overwhelmed every nerve, his body trembling from the unending rhythm below while his mouth was filled again and again with either cock or cum.

He had no reason to complain, yet the way they never stopped, their movements growing rougher and deeper each moment, made the sensation almost unbearable.

His womb was so full that it bulged as if he were carrying life inside him.

He lay sprawled on the floor when Adrian took over, his legs resting on the alpha’s shoulders as the man began to move slowly.

The slick sound of skin against skin filled the room while semen leaked from Lucien’s entrance, coating his thighs and easing each deep, suffocating thrust.

"Ahhh, hnnn... I-I’m so full... just stop already," Lucien gasped, his voice trembling.

Adrian only smirked. "Yeah, you are. It looks sexy, though. You’ll make a hot mama one day."

His palm brushed over Lucien’s stomach, pressing down slightly until a trail of semen spilled out, making the omega groan softly.

"Hahh, fuck you, Adrian."

"Yup, I’m fucking you," the alpha replied with a low chuckle.

His pace quickened, the rhythm growing stronger as Lucien’s body trembled beneath him, his G-spot aching from the pressure that pushed him to the edge once more.

"Ahhhhnnnn... cumm... againnhh..."

Lucien cried weakly as another orgasm overtook him.

His cock twitched helplessly, releasing only a few weak spurts before falling limp. His vision blurred, the edges of his sight darkening under the weight of the pleasure.

Adrian slapped his cheek gently and spoke in a low voice.

"Don’t faint again, Lucien. We’re not done yet."

Adrian held his release, continuing to move while Lucien’s overstimulated body convulsed beneath him.

The omega came again, his body shuddering violently as his strength faded.

Adrian laughed softly. "Ah, it seems like you don’t have anything left to cum with, huh? That’s kinda funny."

He kept thrusting harder, each movement deeper than the last, until he finally groaned and spilled inside Lucien again.

The omega’s stomach rose slightly with the fullness, his body trembling under the weight of it.

"Fuck, you’re so addictive. I can’t stop cumming inside you," Adrian growled, pulling out as thick white liquid spilled from Lucien’s hole, dripping down in slow streams.

At last, Lucien closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling as exhaustion claimed him, his body finally given a moment to rest.

Silas, who was sitting in front of the fireplace, sighed and muttered, "Tch, my cigarette’s wet." He held up the soaked box with a helpless look.

Adrian glanced toward the window where the first light of dawn began to paint the sky.

"Should we go back now? It’s almost morning."

"Yeah, our clothes are dry enough."

Silas stood and turned to Lucien, still lying motionless under the thin blanket.

"Let’s clean him first. We can’t bring him back covered in cum."

He pressed gently on Lucien’s lower stomach, and the seed that had filled him spilled out, flowing down to the wooden floor.

Lucien only groaned faintly, too drained to even open his eyes.

"What a waste," Adrian said dryly, watching the mess with a smirk. "We should’ve brought a plug with us."

"Not gonna happen. Edmund would kill us," Silas replied, hoisting Lucien over his shoulder like a sack of rice.

He opened the door, stepping into the cool dawn air. The front of the cabin led to a small lake, its surface dark and glassy under the fading night.

They waded in together, the cold water wrapping around their bodies as Lucien floated between them, motionless but peaceful.

"This would’ve been perfect if it were a hot spring," Adrian murmured, brushing the omega’s damp hair and wiping away the traces of seed that clung to his lips.

"Maybe we can look for one later, when he’s better," Silas said softly, helping clean what was left on Lucien’s back, stomach, and thighs.

Their movements were slow, careful, almost reverent. Neither wanted to wake him.

After a moment of quiet, Silas glanced at his brother, his voice dropping low. "Lucien remembered something. About us."

Adrian’s head lifted, his eyes bright with a spark of hope. "That’s great, then. We just need to help him remember more."

Silas didn’t answer right away. "You saw how he reacted. That wasn’t relief, Adrian. That was fear."

Adrian frowned. "Fear or not, at least it’s proof he still has something of us inside him."

"Adrian—"

"No, listen." His voice wavered with a strange mix of anger and ache.

"We went through hell for this. We became assassins — killed, lied, and bled for a chance to reach him again."

Silas turned toward him, his tone steady but threaded with weight. "And what if remembering only destroys him? You think I don’t want him to know us again? I do. But not if it tears him apart."

Adrian shook his head, almost trembling. "Tears him apart? Or tear you apart?" His tone sharpened, bitter and broken.

"You’re afraid to face what we did. You want to bury it along with his memories."

Silas’s lips parted, but no words came. The silence between them felt like something alive: pressing, suffocating.

Adrian’s voice dropped, raw. "Do you know how it feels when he looks at me like I’m a stranger? Like everything we fought for never even existed?"

"I know," Silas said softly, almost pleading. "You think I don’t feel it every time he turns his eyes away?"

He reached out, his hand trembling as he brushed Adrian’s cheek. "I feel it too. But I’d rather see him smile at someone else than scream remembering us."

"Yes, we’re part of the bad memories. But we can make new ones. Let him remember naturally. If his heart still holds us, it will come back. Just not through pain."

Adrian didn’t respond. His jaw tightened, his eyes fixed on the rippling water that reflected the fading stars.

Between them, only the sound of water drops and frogs croaking filled the silence, an unkind lullaby to their waiting and their guilt.