CHAPTER 38: BREAKING WITH PLEASURE

[Leif’s Chamber—Continuation—Leif’s POV]

My whole body jolted like fire shot through my veins.

"S–STOP! DON’T—!"

My voice cracked, trembling as my hands shoved at his shoulders, my legs kicking wildly. The wet heat of his tongue was unbearable, forbidden, and shameful. "Alvar, don’t—don’t do that! It’s filthy—!"

He chuckled against me, the sound vibrating obscenely through my body. "Filthy?" he murmured, pressing my thighs down with unshakable strength. His tongue teased me again, slow and deliberate.

"Then why are you trembling like this, hm?"

"Aghhh—hahh...!" My back arched, betrayal flashing through my body as sparks shot up my spine. I slapped at his hair, pulled, and tried to push him away—but he only growled low and possessively, refusing to move.

"Stop... stop, Alv... please... it’s... it’s too much—hahh... too—ahhh—!" My words broke into a moan as he pressed closer, ignoring my protest, his mouth exploring, tasting, and claiming.

"Don’t fight me, Leif," he whispered darkly, lips brushing where no one should ever touch. "This... this place belongs to me now. Every inch of you... every trembling part... will be mine tonight."

I shivered uncontrollably as he leaned lower, tongue tracing teasing, merciless circles around my tight hole.

"Aaahh... mmmnh... hahhh...!"

My legs shook violently, heat pooling low in my stomach. Shame collided with pleasure, every nerve igniting. My fingers scrabbled at his shoulders, desperate, helpless—and yet, I couldn’t pull away.

Then he pressed the pad of his thumb against me, circling, coaxing, and murmured, "Let’s loosen you first..."

I couldn’t form words. I just watched him, trembling, every sense hyperaware of his touch.

Then—he slid a finger inside me.

"Ahhh...!" The gasp ripped out of me, my body jerking instinctively.

"Does it hurt?" His voice was deceptively soft, but the heat in his eyes made my chest tighten.

I trembled, tears prickling my eyes. "...No..."

He leaned closer, lips grazing my ear, breath hot. "How does it feel?"

I huffed, trembling, cheeks burning as I tried to describe it. "It... it feels... weird. Ticklish... but not... hurtful..."

"I see..." His sharp blue eyes flicked down at me, glittering with mischief and hunger. Then, without hesitation, he pushed two more fingers inside, filling me mercilessly.

"AAGGHHH!!"My scream shook the room, legs quivering, hips bucking.

"Now... how does it feel?" His voice was low, dark, and velvet—seductive, intimate, and dominating.

I gasped, words breaking into little moans. "...It... it feels... intense... so full... mmmnh... ahhh..." My entire body trembled uncontrollably, torn between panic and pleasure, shame and raw want.

He smirked, pressing closer, lips brushing the shell of my ear. "Good... that’s exactly how it should feel, Leif. I want every sound, every shiver, every gasp... all mine tonight."

My heart thundered, chest heaving. Every nerve, every muscle, every inch of me was on fire. I knew I shouldn’t feel this way... shouldn’t give in... but my body betrayed me completely, writhing beneath him, helpless and entirely consumed.

Alvar’s fingers continued their slow, deliberate work, exploring, teasing, and loosening me inch by inch. My back arched off the bed, every nerve screaming, every moan spilling past my lips despite my panic.

"Aagh...hngh..."

Then he pulled back slightly, letting me catch a ragged breath. His eyes glittered like a predator savoring the hunt, a smirk tugging at his lips. Before I could even register it, he pressed a soft, teasing kiss to mine.

"Don’t get too comfortable yet, Leif..." he murmured, voice low, silk-wrapped danger. "We haven’t even started properly."

Haven’t started properly?

I had no idea what that meant. All I knew was that I was trembling uncontrollably. My mind short-circuited.

I had seen gay porn... I had jerked off countless times... but this? This was... a different kind of intensity. Pain and shame collided with fire and heat, and yet... I couldn’t stop. I wanted more, despite every screaming thought telling me to run.

Alvar slid the drawer open and retrieved a small bowl, the scent wafting through the room like a promise. He rubbed the lotion between his hands, warm and slick, his eyes never leaving mine.

"This will help," he murmured, voice low, almost amused. "We’ll need this... don’t get tired of me, Leif. We’ve got a long night ahead."

Before I could process, he tugged me forward, pulling me onto his lap. My legs spread instinctively, heat pooling low in my stomach. His body pressed against mine, warm and impossible to resist.

"Come here," he whispered, lips brushing my ear. His voice dipped lower, molten with promise. "Don’t worry... I’ll be gentle."

I shivered violently, unsure whether I was terrified or aroused—or both.

Gentle?

With Alvar? The word felt almost like a cruel joke. My body, however, had already betrayed me, trembling, quivering in anticipation, betraying every inch of rational thought.

He leaned closer, teasing a fingertip along my inner thigh at my hole, slow and deliberate. "Relax, Leif... or don’t," he murmured with a wicked chuckle. "It’s so much fun watching you panic like this."

I gasped, heat flooding every nerve, tears threatening to spill, and whispered shakily, "...I... I can’t believe... you’re such... a jerk."

His smirk deepened, a slow, dangerous curl that made my stomach twist. And then, without warning, he slid three fingers inside me at once.

"AAGHHHHH—!!!"

My whole body jolted, shivering violently as a strangled moan tore from my throat. My back arched, hips bucking instinctively, completely overtaken by the raw, forbidden sensation.

"See..." he murmured, his voice low, gravelly, and wickedly satisfied. "...you’re really beautiful trembling under my touch."

I could barely breathe, chest heaving as he slowly began to rub inside me, fingers moving with impossible precision, stretching, teasing, pressing against every sensitive nerve. Each motion made a wet, squelching sound that echoed in the room, marking me as his.

"Mmmhh—hahhh... Alv... aaahhh..." I whimpered, unable to stop myself from trembling uncontrollably. My hands scrabbled for something to hold onto, grasping at his shoulders, his arms, anything that could keep me grounded.

His other hand slid higher, resting possessively over my chest, thumb brushing against my nipple just enough to send another jolt of heat through me. "You feel so... perfect, Leif," he murmured, his lips brushing my neck, teasing me with soft, scorching kisses. "Every inch of you... mine to explore."

I shivered again, hips lifting weakly as if my body had a mind of its own. "Ahhh...hahhh...Alv...too...too much...!"

He chuckled, low and dry and relentless, leaning closer until his warm breath ghosted over my ear. "Too much? Lief... I know you’re feeling good."

Then he pressed with deliberate pressure, fingers sliding deeper into my hole. Each movement was slow and teasing, stretching me just enough to make my nerves scream in a delicious, forbidden ache. A slick, squelching sound filled the room, marking every inch of my surrender.

"Ahhh...hahhh...Alv...mmhh..." My voice broke, raw, caught between panic and heat, hips bucking weakly as if they were trying to escape the sensation but failing entirely.

He grinned, sensing every twitch, every tremor. One finger pressed and rolled just so, while another flicked against that impossible spot inside me. Sparks shot through my spine, low moans spilling uncontrollably as my body betrayed me completely.

I couldn’t stop it anymore. Hips lifting, chest heaving, hands clutching at the sheets as a heat deeper than shame pooled low in my stomach.

My breath hitched in strangled gasps—"Ahhh...Alv...hahhh...mmhh..."

And then—I spilled.

A trembling shudder wracked my body as my hips jerked, legs quivering uncontrollably. My hands dug into the mattress, nails pressing deep into the fabric as waves of heat radiated from my core, still clinging desperately to the memory of his fingers inside me.

"Finally it’s over..." I mumbled.

He looked down at me with that wicked, impossible smirk, and for a heartbeat, my entire world narrowed to his eyes and that looming, monstrous presence between us.

Then, with a teasing gentleness, he helped me lie flat on the mattress, whispering, "Now... you just need to relax, okay?"

My heart thundered, chest heaving, brain scrambling. Relax? How could I relax when he was about to destroy me completely?

And then... the unmistakable sound of his pants sliding, the shift of his body... and my eyes widened in horror.

FUCK.

I am utterly doomed.

His hand wrapped around that monstrous thing, warm and impossibly heavy. My stomach turned, a mix of fear, shame, and... something else I couldn’t name.

How could I have forgotten that he carried this with him? The very thing that would ruin me utterly.

He spread my thighs with his legs, his smirk wicked and unapologetic. Leaning closer, his voice dipped low, teasing, dangerous: "It’s loosened well, I think... it’ll slide inside very well."

I trembled, every instinct screaming in panic. "...C-can... can we... please... stop here?" My voice cracked, eyes fixed in terror on the unthinkable length and girth before me.

He tilted his head, blue eyes locking onto mine, calm but sharp. "Huh? What’s wrong, Leif?"

"I... I don’t think... it will... go in..." My words stumbled, my hands clutching the sheets as if they could save me.

A slow, dark chuckle rolled from him, and he leaned closer, brushing his lips over my ear. "Oh... don’t worry." His voice was velvet, predatory, and teasing in a way that made my stomach clench and my thighs shiver. "I will make sure it goes in... gently. But... it will go in."

And in that moment, as I stared at him, feeling the heat, the fear, the impossibility of it all... I knew.

Today.

Today was the day I would meet my absolute end in this novel world. Not by armies. Not by poison. Not by betrayal.

But by the male lead’s monstrous, unstoppable dick.