Chapter 76
Chapter 76
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 76
Chapter Title: Unbridled Heat
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Celia jolted awake in a near-suffocating deep kiss. He abruptly raised a hand to shove Heinrich away, but right after, he was thrust down hard, sinking helplessly into the soft, massive pillow.
“Mmgh…” The tingling numbness from their tangled lips and tongues, combined with the limpness of just waking up, left him barely able to struggle. For a full ten seconds or more, he could only lie there limp as he was pinned to the bed and kissed all over. That intensely intimate entanglement nearly gave him the illusion of mating, waves of lustful warmth surging through his body, as if his very organs were quivering from the heat.
“Heinrich… you…”
“It’s your own fault for not locking the door,” Heinrich rasped accusingly, his voice hoarse. “You’re like a cake sitting in a display window, leaving the door cracked open—you were practically begging me to come in!”
Celia’s temple twitched twice. Saliva he hadn’t had time to swallow trickled from the corner of his lips down to his chin, mingling with his ragged breaths and the wet smacking sounds, making the dark room feel obscenely lewd. His face had flushed red at some point, and in his disarray, he’d swallowed countless times without noticing the faint sweet tang on his tongue—that was the taste of Heinrich’s blood.
“Why no kids…” Heinrich murmured, leaning down to lick Celia’s neck. He forced Celia’s face aside and sank his teeth into the tender flesh at the nape like a tiger seizing prey. In an instant, Celia’s body jolted as if electrocuted, a wave of exquisite pleasure rising from his core, followed by his entire frame going soft: “Ah… aaah…!”
But whether resisting or yielding made no difference—Heinrich’s sharp canines practically glided into the flesh, viciously piercing deep into the gland that had already been marked once before. Overwhelming Alpha pheromones flooded in like a raging torrent, repeatedly scouring the timid, enticing Omega pheromone glands. It was as if he’d stabbed straight through the core of the body beneath him, sending Celia into violent spasms: “You… too…”
Heinrich seemed to say something, but his ears were buzzing too loudly to hear.
The re-marking process was even more maddening than a prolonged heat. As the Alpha pheromones invaded without restraint, an intense thirst rose from deep within. A spot he usually never noticed suddenly screamed for attention down below—it began to itch. The emptiness made it writhe and clench on its own; each tight squeeze temporarily eased the maddening hunger, but the moment it relaxed, the lust crashed back twice as fierce, all while secreting copious slick to soak his perineum.
“You smell so good, fuck, you smell so damn good…” Heinrich mumbled around the mouthful of soft nape flesh, his words slurred and incoherent. “Fuck, how can you smell this amazing… too fucking good…”
The air was thick with the musky-sweet, seductive scent of Omega pheromones. To an Alpha, it meant nothing but “come fuck me.” On a planet’s surface, that thick heat scent could lure Alphas from kilometers away, sparking brutal fights to the death over the right to mark this Omega and force him to breed.
But they were in the vast emptiness of space right now, the entire battleship holding only the two of them. So all the spoils were Heinrich’s alone. He could enjoy this lavish feast unchecked—piercing, ravaging, ruining the man beneath him however he pleased, with no one to stop him and no third party ever the wiser.
An unbelievable malice filled Heinrich’s heart, swelling until his very pulse thrummed with excitement. His eyes were threaded with ferocious red veins as he suddenly reared up, half-straddling Celia, one knee brutally prying open his limp thighs.
“You’re soaked like this…” He loomed over him, voice light but dripping with mockery. “You like it, huh?”
Celia opened his mouth to retort, but a shock of electric pleasure shot through him, turning his words into a broken gasp before they could escape—Heinrich’s knee was grinding slowly against his drenched entrance, each press eliciting a squelching sound as the passage clenched in panicked terror, heedless of how it only amplified the torment.
“Looks like you love it. Want me to fuck you a couple times? Bet you want more, right?”
Lost in the haze of lust, Celia caught only fragments, but those dominant, humiliating words acted like an aphrodisiac. In his daze, he suddenly realized how wrecked he must look, making his already overwhelmed hole hypersensitive: “Shut… your mouth…”
“Just shutting up won’t cut it?” Heinrich leaned down to his ear, whispering softly. “Or do you want to hear how slutty you sound, you tsundere bastard—”
His cock had been rock-hard and straining for ages, the shape blatantly outlined in his sleep pants, now thrusting right up against Celia as he leaned in. Celia flushed beet-red and whipped his head away, only for Heinrich to seize his earlobe in his teeth: “Say you want it, or else…”
As if to demonstrate his mercy, he eased the grinding against that soaked hole. Celia gasped for air like a drowning man pulled from the depths, finally clawing his way out of the overwhelming lust. His gaze dazed, he panted a few times before snapping back: “Gryphon!”
Heinrich shot upright with a roar, his volume spiking: “—Gryphon!!”
Gryphon: “…”
Get beaten to death by a furious Marshal afterward, or smashed by a frustrated Emperor beforehand—this was a serious dilemma.
The 3S mech AI’s processors whirred at max speed, belching wisps of white smoke from the overload. Seconds later, it made its grim decision. The handcuffs unclasped with a ding and clattered to the floor, then rolled away gurgling.
Emperor: “…”
Marshal: “…”
Celia stared in disbelief as Gryphon vanished through the door, his lips twitching faintly.
“See? At key moments, my mental threshold can still surpass yours,” Heinrich smirked, flexing his wrists smugly. “That’s the power of will.”
Before Celia could respond, the Emperor pounced like a starving tiger, slamming him back onto the bed. Sparks of ignited lust exploded wherever their skin brushed, and just as Celia registered the absurdity of being played, Heinrich growled low and fierce: “You want it too.”
“…”
“We’ve marked each other. It’s normal for you to want me.”
“…”
“It’s just once. I won’t go inside there—you won’t get pregnant. Be good…”
Celia stared blankly at the direction Gryphon had rolled, until Heinrich flipped him over, forcing him to straddle his lap. The throbbing cock pressed right against his already sopping entrance; each grind sent waves of melting weakness through him, the needy hole even fluttering open and shut on its own, a faint wet sound rising at the slightest stir of fingers.
Heinrich laughed openly, the grin carrying an echo of Celia’s usual teasing smirk.
“…” The pieces finally clicked for Celia, his anger surging past even the desperate urge to be filled: “You fucking… willpower doesn’t affect mental thresholds!”
Heinrich protested at once: “But just now clearly—”
“What did you do to Gryphon? Or to yourself? How’d your mental threshold go up?”
Heinrich fell silent. They locked eyes for a moment before the Emperor played his trump card:
“I’m not telling you. So what?”
Celia: “…”
In those few seconds, lust crept back like gangrene, his weakening knees unable to hold the straddle any longer. Celia gripped Heinrich’s shoulders in fury, glaring daggers, but his body leaned forward unconsciously, the entrance fully pressed to the massive cockhead—and with all the slick, it slipped in half the tip.
That half-swallowed tease turned Heinrich’s eyes bloodshot; his hands on Celia’s hips bulged with veins: “Still want me to fuck you, huh?”
“…”
“Still want it? Huh? Say it—do you want it!”
Celia gritted his teeth, glaring, then suddenly clamped down on his shoulders and slammed his hips down. The tortured, drenched hole swallowed the head effortlessly, followed by the thick shaft inching deep inside. The searing, suffocating tightness drove Heinrich wild: “Fuck, you really are—”
“Shut up!”
Celia’s eyes were red-rimmed, tears pricking the corners, lips swollen and trembling—but his command lost none of its authority. Before Heinrich could react, Celia pinned his arms and rose slightly, impaling himself fully on that engorged length in the riding position.
“Ah—!”
In that instant, the fullness hammered his nerves like a sledgehammer; Heinrich’s arm muscles bulged as he nearly flipped them over to crush Celia beneath him!
But that impulse shattered with Celia’s next move.
He panted, rising and falling, slow at first then faster, splashing lewd wet sounds. Slick poured from their joining, trickling down his pale, toned inner thighs amid the frenzy, driving one to madness.
Heinrich couldn’t tear his eyes away—not even to blink.
Celia’s frame was lean and muscled, long waist to narrow hips, abs etched in sleek, powerful lines. Unlike the soft boyishness of their last heat, this was the Celia Heinrich truly knew—the mature, elite Gavin Celia he’d gazed up at centuries ago from his guard post.
“Faster…” Heinrich groaned in a haze, grabbing Celia’s wrist where it pinned his arm. “Faster—don’t make me take over. Faster…”
But as the angle shifted, the cock swelled sharply inside, forcing Celia to halt. His face twisted in unbearable mix of pain and ecstasy. Sweat trailed down his long neck to his collarbone, gleaming with unspeakable eroticism in the dim light.
“Feels good?” Heinrich whispered with a low laugh in his ear.
Celia panted harshly, then huffed a laugh and shook his head: “You’re such a…”
“A what?”
But Celia just shook his head, saying nothing. After two tries, Heinrich lost patience, flipping him onto his back while staying buried deep, propping his elbow by Celia’s ear: “What exactly are you trying to say?”
“…”
“Such a what, huh?”
Celia clenched his jaw, but then the fatal spot deep inside took two brutal thrusts. Lightning pleasure wrecked him, leaving him utterly limp. Omega pheromones rose like an invisible fog; Heinrich inhaled drunkenly, unable to resist nipping the repeatedly abused nape again, teeth grazing as he mumbled: “Tomorrow… I swear I’ll…”
He didn’t even finish before the clenching walls urged him into frantic motion.
This position drove him balls-deep with every hating thrust, dragging out obscene squelches on the withdraw. The passage suckled the scorching length desperately, reluctant to let go—pure ecstasy that erased Heinrich’s mind.
He forgot his own weight, pinning Celia ruthlessly while pounding like he meant to pulverize him, each slam heavy enough to crush bone. Celia couldn’t even cry out, vision blurring to nothing, but his body arched instinctively under the onslaught, hips lifting to meet the brutal cock amid watery, broken gasps.
“You promised… Heinrich… don’t…”
They both knew what she left unsaid. Heinrich paused, barely reining in the urge to plunge into the deeper birth canal, knot, and flood him till he sobbed.
—Useless. Not heat season—knotting wouldn’t breed.
Heinrich sucked in a breath, then rampaged faster to compensate. The pile-driving pace was unbearable; Celia’s moans shattered, mind fraying as thrusts grew faster, deeper, until a few deathblow rams pinned the deepest sensitive spot—and hot seed erupted, scalding that critical point.
—The humiliation of another male’s cum defiling his insides, and the explosive pleasure it birthed, crested together. Celia came without warning, mind blanking to fireworks racing up his spine; nothing else registered.
Heinrich seemed to murmur endlessly, but it was hazy as a dream.
Celia’s thighs wouldn’t close, body twitching faintly. Aftershocks drowned him like a tidal wave, and consciousness slipped away.
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For Heinrich, that sleep dragged endlessly. He had many dreams.
The fragments were scattered and vague. In a blur, he was back in the Empire, but the Alliance rose swiftly at the galaxy’s edge. He chased Celia’s shadow through the stars, only for it to vanish each time he spotted it—too fast to even touch that familiar face.
Heart burning, he whirled around, mouth opening to shout Celia’s name—then spotted him in the distance, seated in a misty haze, a tiny swaddled infant at his side.
For some reason, the sight calmed Heinrich instantly, warmth flooding his chest. He drew near to see the child clearly—but as he neared, blinding light seared his eyes, forcing him to turn away—
Seconds later, Heinrich snapped awake, furious, bolting upright in bed.
Golden stellar winds streamed past the porthole like dazzling ribbons, that glare yanking him from blissful dreams.
“Fuck…”
Fuming, Heinrich rolled out of bed, then realized Celia was already up.
The bed beside him was empty, rumpled sheets and faint musky scent the only remnants of last night’s savage rut. Annoyed at waking later, he showered hastily, dressed, and left the room.
Gurgling water boiling echoed from the kitchen—Heinrich knew it was Celia prepping his unchanging breakfast from centuries past: fried eggs, fruit, and tea. He followed the sound, only to find Celia wrapped in a white robe, face faintly haggard, an empty glass before him.
Gryphon’s AI orb huddled on the table, trembling as it tried to hide behind the glass. Spotting Heinrich, it wailed tearfully and flung itself at him: “Your Majesty—! The Marshal’s gonna dismantle me! He’s dead set on taking me apart! Save this poor innocent mech—!!”
The Emperor peeled Gryphon off his face, itching to flush it down the toilet mid-flight, when Celia’s icy voice cut in: “Heinrich…”
A storm of guesses flashed through the Emperor’s mind; three seconds later, he struck first:
“What am I, exactly?”
“…”
“What’d you call me last night?!”
“…You’re a complete blockhead.” Celia said coldly. “Your first move after hijacking Gryphon wasn’t tweaking the autopilot or calling the Empire for reinforcements—it was satisfying that ever-swelling Alpha lust… I already knew you were a 100% pure idiot, but that’s not what I’m getting at now.”
The Emperor accepted the label readily, but his ears perked warily at the last line: “What exactly do you—”
“I checked Gryphon’s virtual mental lock. Your mental threshold jumped—from max 264% to 307%, closing in on my baseline.”
“A 37% spike in such a short time defies logic. I just want to know how you did it.” Celia paused, enunciating each word: “Or rather… how you did it through me.”