After Being Forced into a Marriage with My Empress Consort - Chapter 16

“What?” Tracy was so shocked he could not speak, but he swallowed subconsciously. He did not expect his mental sea to perceive pleasure faster than the tip of his tongue.

“Uh, ah,” the female zerg let out a mournful cry. His body seemed to be trembling.

The male zerg’s tail-hook rapidly expanded, and the needle-sized suction tube immediately began to swallow. Sweet and restless mental power seemed to have found an outlet. It gushed out from the small opening at the tip of the tail and entered the male’s body like wisps of starlight.

It was sweet.

Tracy could not help but jab a little deeper.

It was a tingling itch, sharp as a needle prick. The mental power that liked to cause trouble seemed to be automatically adsorbed and pulled away, leaving behind waves of emptiness. However, the needle tip was too small and the mental power too vast; instead, he felt a deep, swelling fullness where the male’s tail-hook touched him.

He wanted to press closer, wanted him, wanted to be pressed and rubbed.

The unprecedented, strange sensation left the female unable to curl up or stretch out, so he could only grip the warm body in front of him. But he forgot that he was currently in the male’s arms; in Tracy’s eyes, it looked as if the female was clutching him tightly because he could not bear the sensation.

His lips were pale, his mouth opening and closing continuously, releasing a stream of heat. He was like a fish flapping in a puddle, blowing bubbles and flicking its tail.

“Kiss me. I beg you.”

Each plea was sincere and earnest, yet his eyes were dazed and helpless.

“Fine,” Tracy compromised. He muttered, “This is what you asked for.”

Then he lowered his head, closed his eyes, and rested gently against the female’s rose-pink lips. It was like sweet rain falling on parched earth; a fine mist drifted past, and the female’s eyes were moistened, becoming blurry and damp. He parted his lips slightly, welcoming the male’s conquest.

Being taken while simultaneously giving.

The male’s pheromones acted as the perfect soothing agent, passed between their lips and teeth. The fingertips gripping Tracy’s arms trembled, then tightened their hold. He closed his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttering, his expression turning relaxed and happy.

The female was very obedient.

Tracy pulled away from his lips, only wanting to rest for a moment, but he saw the female frown in discomfort.

“My Lord?”

He was dazed, unable to stop himself from reaching up to touch his hair. He wanted to be close, wanted to be side-by-side, wanted the male to knead him into his very bones and blood. He could not bear even a moment of separation.

Adonis’s eyes were hazy; he wrapped his arms around the male’s neck and initiated contact. Plunder, occupy, want more.

The desire to resist made his urge to destroy even greater. He pressed against Tracy’s neck, sniffing at the nape. That was the scent. Fragrant, sweet, like a honey cake, it made a zerg want to take a bite.

And he did exactly that.

Tracy cried out, “Hiss!” and pulled the female away.

Adonis tumbled to the floor, let out a soft “Ugh,” and then climbed up, leaning on his arms to lick his own aching sharp teeth.

“Are you a puppy?” Tracy rubbed the back of his neck.

The female tilted his head, crouching there pitifully. He did not understand. His brain was clouded by high fever.

Tracy sighed softly. What could he do? He just had to spoil his own female consort.

“Kiss…” seeing the male approach, the female lifted his head, exposing his slender neck. His lips had become bright red from the recent friction, but his body was even redder than his lips. His snow-white skin was suffused with a rosy glow, spreading from his chest to his neck and the tips of his ears, staining them a brilliant, extreme red, while the rest of his body remained startlingly white.

His body was like ice and fire, one foot in heaven and one foot on earth. The pomelo blossom scent of his pheromones acted like an invitation, signaling just how delicious this female was.

“Let’s have a proper talk first.” Tracy crouched in front of Adonis and lifted his chin.

It was not that Tracy was being malicious because his mood had been interrupted, but he truly felt confused by the current situation.

“You said it, today we are limited to kissing and hugging?”

“You said it.” Adonis’s reaction was instantaneous; he instinctively retorted, “I want more.”

His gaze lingered on Tracy; dryness and thirst invaded his entire consciousness. He wanted the male in front of him to hold him, kiss him, and wanted more. More of what? Adonis was confused. But it definitely was not like this; the distance between them felt like an entire galaxy, a chasm.

Hold me, kiss me, give me more pheromones. He needed them, or he would die.

A voice of reason in his mind warned, “No, Adonis, do not fall for it. You can get through this with suppressants.” What was so scary about a mating period? He had survived the past ten years, so he could survive this. But Adonis did not want to tell him that his suppressants were in the cabinet outside the living room, almost within reach.

He simply looked at the other with mournful, longing eyes.

“I will be very good.”

Adonis murmured, “The neck ring is fully charged, and all my mental power is locked away. Unless I am permitted, they will not run wild.”

Even at his peak of pleasure, not a single bit of power would escape. His body was very weak; his wings were covered in a slow mist, too heavy to fly. His eyelids were heavy too, but his restlessness and thirst made him unwilling to close his eyes and sleep; even if he were to sleep, he would be tormented by pain. Only the zerg in front of him could save him.

But suddenly, an image appeared in his mind. Just like now, a female lay on the ground, mournfully begging. But the male was terrifyingly tall and indifferent. He refused to satisfy the other, instead curling his lips into a mocking smile.

A crude whip lashed the female’s body! The zerg fluttered his wings, letting out a sharp, shrill cry!

“No!” He let out a wail, as if two thoughts were fighting violently within his body. The wings that had been limp became hard again; even in a weakened state, he was powerfully excessive. He turned his head and looked at the whip he had used to bind himself, now appearing like a venomous beast. He hissed a reprimand at the whip.

“No whip! No!”

He closed his eyes, and a drop of scalding tear flowed from the corner. He moved far away from Tracy. He was burning up; he did not want mental stabilization or pheromone soothing anymore. He only wanted the whip and the pain to stay far away from him.

Tracy slowly stood up and kicked the whip far away, as if coaxing a child.

“Do not be afraid, Adonis.” Tracy opened his arms to him. “Look, I have nothing in my hands, right?”

Physiological tears had soaked the female. He tried to open his eyes; in the dim light, the male approached cautiously. He was empty-handed, without any power to bind. If he rushed up to fight with his life, not only would the male not harm him, but he was likely to be overpowered.

He clutched himself and sat where he was.

His sweat-drenched forehead was covered by warm fingertips. “Do not be afraid, it is okay.”

Tracy had realized that Adonis was truly afraid of pain. Although his stature was large, his skin was so sensitive that even the slightest bit of extra force would cause him to tremble in response. He could not imagine how he had survived today with so many wounds and such dense, pervasive pain.

“It is okay, I am here.” Tracy tried to release more pheromones to soothe this frightened female. He was truly pathetic; the Major General, who was calm in the face of any situation during the day, could only hold himself and cry under the influence of his mating period. He seemed to see an extremely lonely, helpless child who could not find an outlet for his emotions and could only hold himself silently to lick his wounds.

The female’s eyes darted shyly toward his lips again, then scurried away in fear. He lifted his eyes, his dark gaze as pure as a child’s: “Can we still kiss?”

“Of course.” Tracy kissed his forehead. “Who am I?”

“Male Lord.”

Great.

Tracy rubbed the back of his neck and confirmed, “Who is your Male Lord?”

“Tracy…” the female’s voice was hoarse but determined.

“As long as you know who I am.” Tracy held his head and bent down to kiss him. He leaned forward clumsily, unable to learn how to catch his breath. Tracy patiently helped him, guiding his mental power into the female’s spiritual sea. The sharp pain in his brain was gradually driven away, and the mist he could never escape seemed to be dispersed.

Adonis’s dazed, dilated pupils gradually gathered, then shrunk into a single line like a needle tip—he and his Male Lord were kissing.

His tongue was bitten, drawing out a sticky sound of water. He was held by the face and told to focus. When he held his breath until his face was flushed red again and the male pulled away, a silver thread of saliva stretched between their lips.

The male in front of him was still wearing his pajamas, but they were clearly dampened by moisture, smelling of pomelo blossoms soaked in honey. He saw the way the female stared at him—perhaps too nakedly—and the male laughed, decisively stripping off his top. His body was not like most males, who were weak and frail as if a breeze could blow them over; instead, it was covered in a layer of thin, tough muscle. His slightly sweaty bangs were brushed back, leaving only a single strand hanging.

“That was just an appetizer.” The male approached, his shimmering pink eyes filled with fragmented waves. “The main course comes next.”

Adonis did not know what “main course” meant. Was he being placed on the dining table to be enjoyed by the female? But he soon found out.

When the pain gradually faded and the sensation of being touched became more gentle, he could not stop. Especially when the male brushed over those wounds, his eyes were exceptionally tender. Kisses fell upon the stems of the rose thorns, and the silver tail-hook rose up, shining with a brilliant, silver-white luster in the moonlight filtering through the gap in the curtains.

Pheromones penetrated every pore. Amidst his increasingly clear thoughts, Adonis was trembling as he was turned over. Everything came into view: a naked, unmasked display of passion. He blocked his eyes with his forearm while his lips were parted. The male stood high above, lifting his tail-hook.

Tracy finally tasted the male essence.

The taste was light, like coconut water with a slice of green grapefruit and lemon, which made one’s appetite soar.

The female trembled. The vast mental power within his body seemed to have found an outlet, slowly ascending along the silver tail-hook. Tracy felt a magical power filling his body; he had never felt so powerful.

The female no longer seemed dangerous and terrifying. He and Tracy were linked together, and at this moment, they shared everything. Tracy discovered that the chasm that had been plaguing him had actually begun to heal perfectly.

The boundaries of his spiritual sea, where he stored his mental power, were slowly being widened, and a shallow pool of water suddenly appeared in the previously pitch-black small room. The pool grew fuller, and his energy grew stronger.

It was such a beautiful thing.

He kissed the impossibly soft female, and wherever his fingers touched, it was sticky. His fingers sank into the soft clam meat; he could feel that the female was very nervous and inexperienced, but he carefully opened the shell for him.

This was yet another kind of joy.

“I am going to start eating now.” Tracy brushed the damp hair back from his forehead, revealing a perfect, complete face.

“Remember, you invited me.”

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