Fallen General's Omega (BL)
Chapter 118: Ashes [M]

Chapter 118: Ashes [M]

As the ashes from the burnt purple paper lingered on the windowsill, a sudden gust of wind swept through the room, swirling the remnants of the incantation. They danced through the air like wisps of smoke, drawn by an unseen force. In an ethereal display, the ashes floated gently down, settling softly over the sleeping couple. They dusted their forms with a delicate touch, a mysterious blessing or omen bestowed upon them in the quiet of the night, enveloping the scene in an air of magic and intrigue.

***

I’m enveloped in warmth, the kind that pulls me from the depths of sleep. Blinking against the soft light of dawn, I’m hit with a wave of intoxicating pheromones. My heart races. Noelle?

A series of sucking sounds draw my attention, and I pull back the blanket, gasping as I find him licking me like I’m the most delectable treat in existence. His movements are clumsy, sweetly innocent, and my breath catches in my throat at the sight.

Then it hits me—heat. My mind races with excitement. The odds of this happening are astonishing; Noelle would never take a heat-inducing drug, knowing how it wreaked havoc on his health. We tried it once, and all we got was a sick, vomiting Noelle instead of the passionate omega. This is different—amazing news.

"You’re awake," he murmurs, straddling me with that blissful, hazy look in his beautiful green eyes.

"Wait, wait, wait! You can’t just—" My protest is cut short as he positions me against his entrance, slamming down hard. A shockwave of pleasure shoots through me, my thoughts spiraling into blissful oblivion.

Noelle doesn’t give me a moment to catch my breath, bouncing up and down, desperate and needy. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, each thrust sending me deeper into a haze of pleasure. He’s different this time—so much wetter, so much needier—and I’m lost in the sensation, floating in a sea of bliss.

But frustration flickers across his face, a telltale sign that something’s not right. He continues moving, or trying to.

"Thorne, please," he begs, his voice a melodic plea that ignites something primal within me. I sit up, my mind racing, knowing that I need to give him what he desires.

Noelle wraps his arms around me, pulling me close, but there’s an urgency in his movements. "I don’t know..." he whines, restless in my arms.

"I know, I know," I assure him, twisting us so I’m on top. I look down at him, taking in the sight of my beloved star beneath me. With a firm grip, I wrap my hand around his small, throbbing erection, eliciting a moan that makes my heart race. "I know what you need. I’ll give it to you."

Positioning myself, I tease the tip of my cock against him, relishing the way he squirms in anticipation. But impatience bubbles to the surface; I need to be inside him. Without a second thought, I thrust into him hard, sending stars exploding behind my eyes. Again and again, I plunge into him, every movement fueled by an insatiable desire to claim him completely.

"Deeper..." Noelle begs, the desperation in his voice sending a thrill down my spine. I swear it’s impossible to go any deeper, but the fire within me pushes me to try. I feel myself swell and harden, each thrust igniting the lust coursing through me.

Then I feel it—a sweet, different sensation. I pause, curiosity mixing with desire.

"Thorne... dammit!" Noelle screams, the urgency in his voice igniting my need. I search for that feeling again, and when I slam against it, he cries out, his body trembling as he reaches a peak I never knew I could bring him to. He squeezes me so tightly I can barely breathe, the intensity overwhelming.

His clear eyes, once hazy with heat, now shine with surprise. "What was that?" he asks, panting.

A smirk spreads across my face, fueled by a mix of mischief and lust. "Brace yourself, my beloved star." I take position again, hands gripping his waist.

"Thorne... can we talk about this..." he begins, but I’m not giving him a chance. I thrust in, searching for that spot again, and the moment I find it, he tries to escape, but it’s futile. I’m a man on a mission, and I want to explore every inch of him.

Sweat beads roll down my back and face as I push back my hair with trembling hands, continuing my relentless rhythm. I’m so close now, so close to the edge.

Noelle is a begging mess beneath me, and I can’t help but revel in the sight. He’s mine. I don’t know what he’s saying; it’s incoherent, but I understand the urgency in his voice. I have to go there, get in there. Suddenly, my tip is encased inside him, inside that place and it’s like heaven.

Noelle screams, and I feel it deep in my bones as I cum, the place trapping my tip, refusing to let go. It’s like I’m surrounded by a million tiny mouths. I cum buckets and buckets, and the base of my erection grows, an out-of-body experience. I fall against Noelle, completely drained, and he’s still making tiny little spasms beneath me.

I flip us until he’s on top of me; I don’t want to smash him to death. We lie like that, in our own juices and sweat, and joined.

I rub little circles on Noelle’s back.

"Well, that was something," I say.

At that, Noelle chuckles, the action sending jolts of pleasure against where we’re joined. We both sigh.

"My beloved star, being with you always feels like heaven, but I think I may have ascended," I say.

"I don’t have any thoughts; it’s like you took away my ability to think," Noelle replies, relaxed, and I can’t help but chuckle at his honesty.

Our breathing finally relaxes, and with it, my erection subsides. I pull out of Noelle, and we finally separate, the warmth of our connection lingering in the air. Noelle sits up, determination on his face, but when he tries to stand, he stumbles back onto the bed.