Chapter 44
Chapter 44
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 44
Chapter Title: Fully Marked
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Heinrich had been emperor for so many years—he wasn’t really the type to talk crudely—but in that instant of climax, his mind held just one thought: *Fuck, that was good!* This shit was *way* too good!
He slowly pulled out of Gavin’s body, still craving more as he hugged him tight and planted several kisses. He could feel the man beneath him shaking hard, his inner thighs twitching in spasms that only gradually eased after a long moment.
“Gavin? …Gavin?”
Gavin shook his head, panting. After a while, he managed to prop himself up halfway, and cum immediately gushed out from between his cheeks in thick streams, trickling slowly down his thighs to the ground.
The sight was so erotic it could make a saint lose control. Heinrich’s breath hitched for a second before he absentmindedly asked, “How do you feel?”
“…Water.”
His voice was hoarse beyond words. Heinrich leaned in close to barely make it out, taking the chance to sniff deeply at his neck several times. That spot was magnetic, drawing him in—he couldn’t help but want to sink his teeth into it, to grab that nape flesh and swallow it whole.
—That was because the true mark wasn’t fully complete yet.
Heinrich barely held back the savage urge. He wrapped Gavin tightly in his coat, scooped him up, and left the rocky beach, heading toward the thickets to search for a water source.
Truth be told, they had to move anyway by now. The cloying, sweet pheromone scent from an Omega in full heat had spread for miles around. On White Heron Star, that aroma could draw dozens of mindless Alphas. Even out here on the wasteland, it wasn’t safe—no one knew what lurked nearby. Studies showed Omega pheromones could trigger aggression in large serpents; attracting a venomous python would be a disaster.
Gavin drifted in and out of awareness the whole way. Every few steps, Heinrich couldn’t resist stopping to nuzzle him, but Gavin was too dazed to fight back. It took them over half an hour to reach a dense patch of thickets, where they found a hidden stream upstream—like an underground spring breaking the surface.
Worried about venomous bugs, Heinrich set Gavin down in a sunny spot behind a boulder and went to cup some water himself. He drank a couple mouthfuls and waited; when nothing seemed off, he helped Gavin to the edge and fed him water mouth-to-mouth, slowly.
“How’s that?” he asked softly.
Gavin nodded, clearly not wanting to talk.
Heinrich knew that look well. Back when Celia was pissed but couldn’t air his grievances openly, he’d always wear that same reluctant-to-speak expression. The last time had been at the Alliance, when Heinrich passed a test Celia thought he’d fail for sure. As everyone congratulated him, Celia had watched with that same restrained impatience.
In the decades since becoming emperor, Heinrich had felt a heavy, hopeless ache every time he thought back to those Alliance days, convinced Celia would never return. But now, times had changed. After that mind-blowing fuck, even those old memories brimmed with charm—even Celia’s signature dismissive look held special meaning.
“What do you want to eat?” he asked, rubbing Gavin’s lips.
Gavin shook his head, rasping, “Anything.”
Compared to Heinrich’s euphoria, Gavin was clearly more clear-headed and practical—this wasteland was lucky to yield any prey at all, let alone picky options.
But facts proved Heinrich was Alpha of Alphas; even after years as emperor, his survival skills hadn’t rusted. Half an hour later, he returned to the boulder hauling a string of ground rats, two gray-furred wild hares, and a few unidentified feline creatures. He dumped them in front of Gavin with a *thwack*: “Which one?”
“…”
Gavin pointed at the ground rat.
Heinrich was surprised—the things looked ugly; he’d figured Gavin for the hares. “Hold on, I’ll go start a fire.”
“No need. Just bleed it for me.”
“Drinking blood raw will…”
“It’s a muck rat,” Gavin said weakly. “Blood’s packed with nutrients, high fat too. A little raw’s fine.”
Celia had lived five centuries—he was a walking encyclopedia. Heinrich skeptically bled one for himself and drank; soon enough, he felt his energy perk up. He grabbed another and fed it to Gavin.
By now, the sun hung low, and a massive moon rose slowly from the horizon, dominating half the sky. The temperature hadn’t dropped much. Heinrich held Gavin behind the boulder, and they both dozed off.
Until midnight, when Heinrich jolted awake to faint rustling. Sure enough, Gavin’s cheeks were flushed, his body instinctively writhing and grinding, lips parted in soft pants.
The second wave of heat had hit.
That musky-sweet scent thickened like fine liquor. Heinrich flipped him over, pinning him down, and stripped off the coat in seconds. Inside was just a rumpled shirt barely covering him, but it was no obstacle—Heinrich peeled it away effortlessly.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, stirring his fingers in the drenched, sloppy heat of his hole.
Gavin shook his head, a self-destructive calm in his eyes.
He had that knack for forcing himself to adapt, even biting down at this stage. Heinrich kissed his lips and jaw, dark thoughts flashing through his mind before he gritted his teeth and thrust in deep.
This time, Gavin’s reaction was even fiercer. He jolted like he’d been shocked the moment Heinrich entered, then went wild—his hips bucking uncontrollably to meet that thick, hard, searing cock. The passage, ravaged just that afternoon, opened easily, slick coating his thighs. Each withdrawal made the deepest spot clench desperately to hold on, even gurgling lewdly from within.
“Ah—ah…” Gavin clawed the ground uncontrollably, nails drawing faint blood. Heinrich caught it mid-thrust, seized his hands, and twisted them back in front of him.
The move pinned him harder to the dirt, robbing his last chance to struggle. Gavin couldn’t even cry out, just shuddered and gasped violently, thighs straining to close but battered open by rapid, brutal strokes.
“Don’t move, don’t move…” Heinrich’s teeth clamped that patch of skin at his nape—not enough to truly hurt, but firm enough to trap him. Then he stilled, focusing on stroking Gavin’s front.
The act shamed Gavin more than the pounding, but with hands pinned, he could only pant and squeeze his eyes shut. Climax hit soon, fiercer and unstoppable. At the peak, consciousness blanked—endless electricity raced up his spine to his brain, vision exploding white.
“Fuck me…” Heinrich muttered, throat bobbing hard.
Gavin’s ears rang; he didn’t catch it. Drenched in near-death ecstasy, he lay paralyzed—minutes or seconds later, Heinrich shifted, turning that still rock-hard, burning cock ever so slightly inside.
Gavin whimpered faintly, sensing trouble, but Heinrich clamped a hand over his mouth: “Does it hurt?”
Before he could answer, something deep inside gave way, his waist splitting in two like it was vivisected, bones wrenching apart. He barely struggled before Heinrich pinned him: “Don’t worry, it’ll pass quick. Don’t move now…”
A chill flashed through Gavin’s hazy mind, but a deep, vicious thrust shattered it: “Mmph—!”
Heinrich’s hand bulged with veins—that instant of savage conquest overrode everything. He knew: he was *in*.
That secret, vise-tight entrance at the Omega’s deepest core had yielded to the onslaught, but the tip alone stretched it to breaking. Heinrich felt it clamp him in exquisite agony, trapped and throbbing, temples pounding.
“Relax, relax—it’ll be over soon, just relax and let me in…” Heinrich babbled kisses to Gavin’s nape, feeling the body quake beneath. Finally, it eased a fraction.
He wanted to rip Gavin apart and devour him whole. Without a word, he slammed in. The cock buried fully; Gavin muffled a pained cry into his palm, then silence.
Heinrich panted raggedly. Seconds later, he rocked gently—small thrusts growing wider, faster. The virgin passage stretched to its limit; Gavin made no sound, face soaked in sweat and tears.
If before was just fucking, now his body was truly breached. That scorching invader probed places he’d never felt, so deep it churned nausea—but nothing came up, just broken moans.
“Fucking hell… this is…” Heinrich lost track of time. Finally, restraint snapped; a few death-thrusts, then he buried deep. Gavin felt something swell at the base—a primal dread seized him: “Wait! Heinrich! Don’t—”
He wrenched free in a surge of strength, even Heinrich couldn’t hold him—he crawled forward a bit!
But interrupting now defied Alpha instinct. Rage blinded Heinrich; he yanked him back, slamming him to the ground.
Gavin dimly knew something irreversible loomed, legs splayed impossibly, no room to fight: “Get the fuck out of me, now—*now*—”
Heinrich sealed his lips. The knot at his base ballooned to max, locking tight in that hidden entrance. Then, still joined, he came—scalding cum making Gavin convulse wildly.
“I love you, I… I love you…” Heinrich kissed his jaw and throat in delirium. The knot sealed the passage, his belly swelling from the endless load.
The orgasm dragged minutes, intermittent. Gavin blacked out midway, body twitching reflexively. Heinrich cradled him connected, heart full of profound fulfillment.
The knot showed no sign of receding—it’d stay until every drop filled the Omega’s core. It might pain the Omega, but it maximized conception odds—and for one fully marked in heat, barring drugs, pregnancy was guaranteed.
Heinrich, content, kissed Gavin’s sweat-damp forehead.
He’d finally fully marked Gavin Celia.
This mark could never be erased. No matter where they went, they’d be one forever.