Fallen General's Omega (BL)
Chapter 120: Desperate [M]

Chapter 120: Desperate [M]

The moment Noelle wakes up, he’s tangled in an arm, the heavy weight of it pressing him into the bed. For a second, the fog of sleep lingers, and he’s almost content to stay in place. But his stomach churns with hunger, a sharp reminder of how long it’s been since he’s eaten. Carefully, he slides out from beneath Thorne’s grip, feeling the possessiveness of that touch, even in sleep. Thorne shifts but doesn’t wake, and Noelle takes the opportunity to slip out of the room.

His legs are wobbly, and as he makes his way down the hall, every step reminds him of what happened, the dull, pleasurable ache between his legs a testament to the hours they’d spent together. The kitchen is a small blessing—a few baked potatoes waiting on the counter, enough to stave off the gnawing hunger. He grabs one, eats quickly, then reaches for a glass of water, gulping it down like a man starved.

The memories of the day flood his mind, heat rushing to his cheeks. They hadn’t stopped, not for hours. It had been intense, almost overwhelming, and he’d lost count of how many times they’d come. He never imagined there could be such a thing as too much pleasure, but now he knew better. Noelle exhales, pressing the cool glass to his forehead, trying to temper the heat building up inside him again.

But it’s no use. That familiar warmth begins pooling low in his stomach, an undeniable heat spreading through his veins. The need claws at him once more, relentless and demanding, and his thoughts turn back to Thorne. I need him. Again.

"My beloved star." Thorne’s voice comes from behind him, a low growl, rough with hunger and desperation. Noelle turns slowly, and there Thorne stands—naked, with his erection fully hard and leaking. The sight is overwhelming, a mix of awe and disbelief at the sheer size of it, knowing all too well what it feels like inside him. How did he ever let something so big into him? How did it feel so perfect?

"You’re going to have to forgive me, my star," Thorne says, his voice thick with need. "I don’t think I’m sane right now. I need you here, right now, so I can shove this down your greedy hole, or I’m going to lose it."

The raw command in his voice sends a shiver down Noelle’s spine, his body reacting before his mind can catch up. Yes. Yes, sir. He moves toward Thorne without hesitation, his legs carrying him forward with the same desperate need coursing through his veins. The moment he’s within reach, Thorne grabs him, pulling him into a punishing kiss, their mouths colliding with an intensity that leaves Noelle breathless.

Thorne’s hands are everywhere, his touch rough and demanding as he lifts Noelle effortlessly, guiding his legs to wrap around his waist. Noelle’s breath hitches when Thorne positions himself, the head of his erection pressing insistently against Noelle’s entrance.

"Yes, please," Noelle begs, voice trembling, his desperation matching Thorne’s.

With one swift motion, Thorne thrusts inside, burying himself to the hilt. Noelle screams in pleasure, the sensation so intense he sees stars. His back arches, head falling back as his body adjusts to the sudden, overwhelming fullness. Thorne doesn’t stop there. He moves, walking forward with Noelle impaled on him, his cock never faltering as it stretches and fills Noelle in ways that leave him breathless.

They reach the wall, and Thorne presses Noelle against it, holding him up with nothing but his strength and that steel-hard cock thrusting deep inside him. Thorne’s blue eyes are wild, hazy with lust. Is this a rut? Noelle wonders briefly, but the thought is drowned out by the sheer pleasure coursing through him. He feels like he’s on fire, every nerve alight with sensation.

"I need you so much," Thorne groans, his voice breaking as he begins to fuck into Noelle with a rough, brutal pace. He’s using Noelle now, taking him with an intensity that borders on feral, but Noelle loves it. He craves it, needs it just as much.

"Yes, please! Don’t stop!" Noelle cries out, his own cock trapped between their bodies, the friction adding to the overwhelming pleasure. Each thrust has Thorne’s tip slamming against the opening of Noelle’s womb, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through his body. The sensation is almost too much to handle, but Noelle can’t get enough of it.

"I want to be in here again," Thorne growls, thrusting harder, more insistent. "I need you full of my cum." His words are desperate, as if he’s on the verge of losing control, and Noelle’s heart races in response. He wraps his arms around Thorne’s neck, pulling him closer, just as desperate.

"You’re so beautiful, and you’re mine," Thorne whispers, the words rough and filled with possessive love. But Noelle can barely respond. He’s lost in the sensations, the way Thorne is filling him completely, the way his own cock is throbbing and leaking between them.

Thorne doesn’t stop as he carries them back to the bed. Noelle can feel every movement, every step jarring his body in the most exquisite way. When Thorne finally lays him down on the bed, it’s with both of Noelle’s legs thrown over his shoulders, and the new position sends Thorne’s cock deeper than ever before.

The angle has Thorne slamming into Noelle’s womb again and again, each thrust more punishing than the last. Noelle’s grip on the bedding tightens as he tries to ground himself, but it’s impossible. He’s too far gone, too lost in the pleasure.

"I’m so close, my star. Let me in," Thorne growls, his voice strained as he nears the edge of control. Noelle can’t even respond, his body too overwhelmed to form words. All he can do is submit, to let Thorne take him completely, to give in to the overwhelming desire to be filled.

With one final, powerful thrust, Thorne breaches the opening to Noelle’s womb. The sensation is indescribable—an intense fullness that has Noelle’s entire body trembling. He screams as he comes, the pleasure washing over him in waves. Thorne is right there with him, his cock pulsating as he spills inside, filling Noelle to the brim. The knot at the base of Thorne’s cock grows, locking them together as he fills Noelle over and over again.

"It’s too much," Noelle gasps, trembling beneath him, but Thorne holds him there, making sure he takes every last drop.

When they finally collapse onto the bed, it’s in a tangled mess of limbs, both of them panting and trembling. Thorne is still inside him, the knot keeping them connected, and Noelle loves the feeling of being so full. But even now, even after they’ve both come, Thorne can’t stop. He makes tiny, shallow thrusts, just enough to keep Noelle on edge.

"I’m sorry," Thorne whispers against Noelle’s neck. "I can’t stop. I need to move."

And with that, he begins to move again, his cock still trapped deep inside Noelle’s womb.

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