Chapter 43
Chapter 43
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 43
Chapter Title: Fierce Possession
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Heinrich gripped Gavin tightly with one hand while yanking down his soaked pants with the other, stripping them off along with his underwear. Without pause, he thrust two fingers into the scorching, slick heat of his rear entrance.
Gavin had been struggling a little at first, but the moment those rough fingers plunged in, a jolt of pleasure shot straight up his spine to his brain, leaving him utterly limp.
Yet Heinrich's arm around his waist didn't slacken even slightly. It pulled him almost cruelly close to his chest as those fingers stirred inside, producing faint, wet squelching sounds. The long-neglected passage clenched and writhed violently, greedily devouring the intruding digits while hot, sticky fluid dripped down his thighs and coated Heinrich's hand.
"You..." Gavin gasped in a broken curse, trying to rise only to be pressed down hard, wrenching a shattered cry from him: "Ah—!"
The fingers stabbed straight to a deep spot inside. He didn't even have time to scream before he came unexpectedly. In that instant, his entire body felt whipped by the abrupt climax—his vision blackened in waves, he thought he might pass out, saliva even trailing from his chin down his neck.
"You curse like that too?" Heinrich chuckled against his ear. "That's a surprise. I thought you'd trained yourself out of—"
He didn't finish the sentence. Bringing the other man to climax with just two fingers massively satisfied his pride. He held the trembling Gavin close, stripping off his own clothes in quick, efficient motions. As he undid his belt, his rigid cock sprang free, slapping solidly against Gavin's drenched ass.
"Take a good look at it. This is what's going to bury itself all the way inside you right now, fuck you until you're sobbing for mercy..."
Heinrich's voice had turned completely hoarse. Lust bulged the veins on his forehead and neck, and filthy words he never would have dreamed of saying spilled from his lips.
For the first time, he clearly realized it: he wanted to heap all kinds of humiliations on this man, make him kneel in submission, even toy with him at will from then on. The desire had been so deeply buried in his heart that even he hadn't noticed it until now.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" Heinrich nipped and licked at Gavin's upturned neck, murmuring low: "How do you want me to fuck you?"
Gavin was shaking so hard he could barely hold himself up, entirely reliant on that iron grip around his waist. His ears rang, Heinrich's vulgar taunts filtering through only in fragments, yet hitting him like thunder, making his whole body quiver as his rear entrance clenched again, slow and deliberate.
"What's with the desperation... Craving it that bad? Want me to shove it in? Want me to fuck you?" Heinrich's cock nudged at the convulsing entrance, dipping in shallowly before pulling back each time, all while coaxing: "Say you want me to fuck you. Come on, say it—say you want me to pound you hard..."
Gavin was driven nearly mad with stimulation, his aching hole spasming wildly and gushing more slick.
By then, he'd lost almost all awareness. Every second stretched unbearably long, every sense fixated on that tiny patch of contact between his lower body and the searing shaft. The rest of him didn't even feel like his own.
"Hurry..." After an eternity of haze, he finally forced the words through gritted teeth: "Stop... yapping. Get in me now..."
Heinrich's savage side flared. He was about to press further when Gavin suddenly grabbed his shoulder, eyes locked on him through a sheen of tears, and gritted his teeth to sink down slowly—
Of course, he didn't hit the mark. The head slipped in only to slide right back out. But the psychological impact on Heinrich was enormous—he nearly lost his mind with excitement in that moment!
His overwhelming urge to conquer overrode everything. Heinrich seized Gavin and slammed him down, thrusting in viciously as if venting his fury!
"Ah—" Gavin's cry cut off abruptly. His strength drained away, leaving him unable even to scream, only shuddering violently as he panted for air. The thick, burning cock pierced him like a real arrow, the pressure surging from his gut to his throat, nearly making him retch.
"Relax... relax..." Heinrich wasn't faring much better—the spasming channel nearly milked him to completion the instant he entered. It took every ounce of his self-control to hold back. Enraged and humiliated, he rammed deeper, a fierce wave of pleasure exploding through his marrow to his brain.
—Fuck, this felt too damn good!
Heinrich couldn't hold back anymore. He flipped Gavin over, pinning him down and pounding with ruthless force. The first few strokes were full withdrawals and plunges, dragging out glistening red inner walls on the outstroke, then slamming back in with a lewd squelch, everything a soaking mess.
"I've wanted to do this forever... fuck you just like this, ever since you were still with the Alliance..." Heinrich drove to the hilt, snarling viciously amid Gavin's broken moans: "But you were always hanging around that old hag Conselin, and that Karyan—you never even glanced my way..."
He panted heavily, his scorching breath fanning Gavin's lips. That face, always so rational and aloof, now brimmed with humiliation, pleasure, and indulgence at the corners of its eyes and brows. The flushed, wet lips parted in a faint tremble. Heinrich stared for a moment, his affection surging past jealousy, and he couldn't resist leaning down to kiss him.
To his shock, Gavin instinctively kissed back in his daze—weak from exhaustion, but real. Heinrich could scarcely believe it. He lingered in a deep, tangled kiss to confirm: Celia was truly responding to him!
"Does it feel good for you too? Hmm?" Heinrich mumbled thickly around his tongue. "Do you like me too?"
He deliberately slowed his pace, and the slick, hot passage immediately clamped down greedily. Heinrich smirked, inching his thick shaft back in, the massive pressure grinding deep into the walls until it caught perfectly on a critical bend—
That spot couldn't even be brushed lightly. The heavy thrust against it flipped a switch. Gavin jolted hard: "—Ah!"
Heinrich pinned him swiftly. His powerful frame crushed Gavin to the ground as his cock targeted the spot, grinding and thrusting rapidly. Wet slaps mingled with electric surges of pleasure, ravaging his body. Gavin couldn't even catch his breath, his mind blank: "S-slow—slow down... ah!"
He thrashed forward desperately, nearly dislodging the thick length from his body. But Heinrich's lust-fueled rage exploded—he yanked him back brutally and hammered mercilessly, gripping his jaw to force his head aside.
The savage, rapid collisions nailed Gavin in place. He had no escape. In his haze, he felt Heinrich seize his nape like a beast, growling with heavy breaths.
"Ah... ah—" Those thrusts were too hard, too deep. Gavin bit his tongue until it bled, as if his guts might spill from his throat any second.
Yet the pleasure peaked too. This angle rubbed his straining tip against Heinrich's jacket spread beneath them, and he climaxed without warning: "No! Wait, wait—"
His rear spasmed wildly, clenching tight. Heinrich seized the chance, slamming home a few vengeful times before unleashing everything, still latched onto his nape in a glorious release.