The Boss’s Substitute Lover

Crevasses

The vast and boundless snow and towering blue glaciers are intertwined like an endless, continuous, and deep corridor on the vast ice field. Looking up at the sky, a gray-blue in the sky as if touching the edge of the universe. Looking down at feet, the wild, cold wind whistled like it would devour this rugged land.

Altair and Lorcan met to go hiking on the glacier.

Altair looked sideways at Lorcan; at this time, the cold wind blew Lorcan straight, shivering. Altair reached out, his fiery palm stroked over Lorcan's face, the blazing temperature making Lorcan hum out in comfort.

"This glacier hiking route passes through lava flows and glaciers; we can see spectacular volcanic and glacial landscapes; it's just a bit difficult to walk." Lorcan took Altair's hand, planting a kiss on it.

"Not afraid, there's me." Altair thumbed Lorcan's brow bone and took his hand, "I'll protect you."

They walked on the vast ice plains and snowy rivers as if deep in an endless white ocean. The ghostly blue glaciers were covered in daylight, glistening with light like countless white jewels set into the sea.

"Why is your hand so hot all the time." Lorcan pulled Altair's hand and pulled it into his pocket, interlocking his fingers exceptionally intimately. "With you here, I can't wait to hug you daily. How comfortable it is, just like the fireplace."

"You're already hugging every day." Altair adjusted the position of Lorcan's goggles for him and gently touched his ear through his hat.

Lorcan gripped Altair's hand as if confirming something vital, "Can I hug it daily?"

Before Altair could answer, a faint sound came faintly from between the ice. Altair signaled Lorcan to stay quiet and listen with all his concentration. Suddenly, cracks appeared on the ice in the shape of a grid, and a sharp breaking sound came with them.

At once, the two men's complexion tightened; it was an ice crack!

"It's fine, stay calm." Altair's words were slow, his tone sober and stable, pulling Lorcan's hand, "Let's walk slowly across, don't be afraid."

Lorcan removed the rope from his backpack, tied it tightly around his waist, and handed the other end to Altair, "We have to stay together."

Altair looked at Lorcan through the goggles; they were Lorcan's firm eyes. He nodded his head in agreement, "Good."

As the cracks in the ice gradually deepened, trials also began to appear in the distance. The vibration of the ice made it impossible for the two to keep their bodies stable. Altair carefully observed the ground as he tried to choose solid ice. Then, he signaled Lorcan to follow him after owning a small distance.

Altair heard Lorcan's fierce heartbeat echoing like a non-stop war drum across the vast ice field. "Don't be afraid. I'll be by your side." Altair cast Lorcan the same firm gaze as he held the ice axe in his hand in case of an accident.

Lorcan pulled the rope with one hand and carefully stepped on Altair's footprints, placing one hand behind his back in a gesture.

At this moment, the ice under their feet suddenly crumbled apart. Altair's complexion tightened, his heart secretly saying it was terrible. The two instantly suspended their bodies and fell into the wide ice crack.

Altair threw himself with force in that instant, his icy claws tightly grasping a hard ice cube.

The ice crack was extensive and deep, and many substantial ice cubes had crashed into it, emitting a roar that rumbled and was almost deafening.

At this moment, Altair's heart had been worried about Lorcan; he was afraid that Lorcan would be smashed by the ice. Fortunately, the rope around his waist allowed him to feel Lorcan's presence. Otherwise, he didn't dare to think about it.

Until the ice crack ended, Altair looked towards Lorcan underneath him. At this time, he was hanging in mid-air, his eyes closed and not moving, "Lorcan! Lorcan!" Altair dared not scream aloud and could only speak in a panicked whisper; Lorcan didn't answer.

Altair only felt a wave of panic as he struggled to pull on the ice claws and climbed up bit by bit. Because of taking on the strength of two people, the ice claw was also falling remotely. Altair grabbed the smooth ice with his bare hands to distribute some weight.

Altair's gaze was fixed on the ice claw as he slowly climbed upwards bit by bit. He was still uneasy as he looked down at Lorcan, whose goggles had already fallen into the ice cracks, little ice crystals hanging from his long eyelashes.

As Altair climbed, the ice his claws gripped couldn't withstand its force and, unfortunately, cracked and shattered into slag. The two men plunged downward again, and Altair stabilized himself by violently thrusting his right hand into the ice wall. Hot blood stained the ice. It was the ice that had pierced the blood vessels in Altair's right hand. The bright red blood flowed on the ghostly blue ice, piercing and eye-catching.

Lorcan had fainted after being hit on the head by a large chunk of ice when he fell into the ice crack. He slowly woke up and felt a hot liquid falling low on his face. When he opened his eyes, it was a blinding light. He squinted his eyes and surveyed his surroundings. He was suspended high up on a wall of ice. He looked upwards, only to see Altair dragging himself up, struggling to climb up bit by bit, a large amount of blood dripping down from his left and right hands.

"Altair!" With despair in his deep emotion, Lorcan called out to Altair as he reached out to untie the rope around his waist. He saw Altair bleeding for his sake, and he felt his heartbreaking.

"No untying, close your eyes, you're almost there." Hearing Lorcan's voice, Altair was relieved. "Be good, don't make trouble."

Lorcan heard Altair's words, and his heart was tumbling with emotions. He tried hard to carve Altair's back into his heart before he closed his eyes. With his hands clasped behind his back, he silently chanted an incantation in his heart to cast a secret technique to reduce his weight as much as possible to allow Altair to regain his strength.

Lorcan, as the most outstanding male sorcerer in the Nieva family, carried the high hopes of this ancient inherited family. Throughout its long history, the Nieva family has produced many prestigious male wizards.

Finally, Altair climbed out of the ice crack. He hurriedly checked Lorcan's condition, and after confirming that there were no severe injuries, he put his goggles on the bridge of Lorcan's nose and then held him tightly in his arms.

"You-" Lorcan tried to push back but was tightly imprisoned in his arms by Altair, whose strength was so great that Lorcan could not resist.

"Luckily, you're fine." Altair breathed a sigh of relief and pressed Lorcan's head to the nape of his neck, only to feel Lorcan's warm breath before letting go. "My eyes are fine. I don't need goggles. Behave yourself, and consider this as repaying you for saving your life."

Lorcan only nodded when he heard, "Altair, I will always guard you too."

"Click, click, click," was the sound of the snow layer breaking in the distance. The snow body in the space began to slide, generating a large amount of foam and gas, like a vast snow dragon that roared down the mountain like a cloud.

"Not good!" The two men held hands and hurriedly ran furiously across the glacial snowfield. One of them, relying on the enhancement of the werewolf vampire bloodline, was as athletic as a wolf and extremely fast, as if he was a bolt of lightning on the glacier. The other relied on the sorcery of the male witch family to cast a powerful magical force, causing the surrounding wind and snow to dance.

Behind them, the whistling avalanche was like a giant dragon, almost devouring them. Large amounts of snow, dust, and ice were thrown into the air, covering the sky. Altair and Lorcan heard the loud noises and felt the powerful vibrations behind them, knowing there was not much time left.

They continued to run, the soft snow under their feet, but it was like running on the tips of knives. Cold drafts whistled in their ears, and at that moment, they saw a ridge that was a path to the top of the mountain. They knew that if they could climb the hill, they might be able to escape this disaster.

They ran as hard as possible; the snow seemed to shake under their feet, and the world fell apart. They finally made it to the ridge, the dragon behind them roaring angrily but unable to reach them. So, it was a relief to sit down in the snow and catch their breath.

Looking at the snow-capped mountains behind them, Lorcan looked at Altair and smiled; Altair pulled Lorcan into his arms and kissed the corners of his eyes.

On the cold, snowy plain, there was a hot spring eye. The spring water was eerie blue, deep and pure, like a jewel set in a sea of white. Rolls of hot air rose into the air, condensing into white smoke in the cold wind.

After experiencing ice cracks and avalanches, Altair and Lorcan could finally soak in the hot springs and relax their bodies.

"Your hand, is it okay?" Lorcan took Altair's hand and looked around. "Why do I feel as if you're healing incredibly fast? At that time, I saw lots and lots of blood again." Thinking about this, a layer of mist floated up in Lorcan's eyes, and he even gripped Altair's wrist tightly with some anxiety.

Altair's eyes didn't look at Lorcan but followed the voice, reached out, and touched Lorcan's hair and ears, soothingly saying, "You're looking at it wrong and hallucinating. I'm fine."

Altair wanted to avoid involving Lorcan in supernatural events. He hid his identity from Lorcan because his beautiful memories with Lorcan would remain in Iceland forever, hidden in the aurora borealis and buried in the glacier and snow fields.

Lorcan sensed Altair's abnormality, reached out, and slowly compared a number in front of Altair's eyes, "Altair, how many is this?"

Altair tilted his head and looked blankly, causing pain in Lorcan's heart. Afterward, Altair gave a helpless laugh. This laugh seemed like the aurora borealis that appeared at first sight in a cold glacier. The light was radiant, "Still can't hide it from you. Ah, it's fine. I can't see it briefly, snow blindness only." Altair reached out and groped Lorcan's hand, "This is four ah." Then, he pulled the person into his arms, body to stick, closely relying on each other, "by the snow light shook the eyes, I close my eyes to rest will be good."

Lorcan tilted his head and pressed Altair's head sideways, kissing the corner of his lips. A tear slipped from the corner of his eye. Altair wrapped his arms around Lorcan's waist and took the initiative to kiss him. His tongue reached into his mouth and tangled with Lorcan's tongue, rubbing it. Lorcan tilted his head back to press Altair's head and kissed the corner of his lips sideways. A tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

Altair wrapped his arms around Lorcan's waist. It took the initiative to kiss him, his tongue reaching into his mouth, tangling and rubbing with Lorcan's tongue. His hands roamed recklessly on Lorcan's back, feeling the touch of his palms.

Lorcan covered Altair's eyes, his long eyelashes caressing the palm of his hand, causing a tingle. His lower body was close to Altair's, and their vast erections rubbed against each other. Lorcan's other hand hand went down and touched Altair's back hole.

Altair felt Lorcan's temptation and slowly moved to Lorcan's ear, "Want to f**k me?" Rolling hot air mixed with moist vapor drifted into Lorcan's ear.

Lorcan was made to feel hot again in his heart. He retaliated by biting Altair's earlobe, softening his voice, and begging, "Good brother, just let me be for a while. I want to f**k you. I've wanted to f**k you since I saw you."

Altair was caught off guard by the sudden begging, only feeling that whatever Lorcan wanted, he would give. Just like this, without paying attention, Lorcan got his way. The slender, flexible fingers reached into his back hole, the tight intestinal flesh adsorbed, and the sticky liquid wrapped around the knuckles.

Altair couldn't help but cringe back a bit as the foreign object entered, and then the pleasure went straight to his brain, causing him to moan.

Lorcan heard the moan and got excited as he held his huge c**k rubbing against Altair's hole. Reaching out, he pinched his n*****s and rubbed them repeatedly, the violent stimulating sensation straightening Altair's head back against the hot spring wall in comfort.

Altair closed his eyes and temporarily lost his vision. His senses were more sensitive then, and exponentially stimulating sensations rushed straight to his brain, making his scalp numb and his waist soft. His thighs were spread wide, and a thick hardness was poised against his hole. He couldn't help but sit down a little, letting his p***y swallow Lorcan's c**k.

Lorcan sensed Altair's cooperation and longing, his eyes reddened with intense desire, and he violently pushed up, thrusting his thick p***s straight into Altair's body, wide open and repeatedly.

Altair was violently f****d by Lorcan and lost his mind. After the great pain, he felt an intense stimulation. The flowing desire was like an explosion in his head. His back hole was entirely occupied by Lorcan, the tight intestinal flesh biting the considerable p***s, thrusting deeper and deeper one after another, so deep that it was unimaginable for him to imagine. He had the illusion that he was going to be f****d to death by Lorcan.

Lorcan held Altair's waist tightly, like a wild beast pressing a man into his arms and violently f*****g him repeatedly; his p***s was still getting bigger and thicker in Altair's intestines. He turned his head sideways and frantically tore at Altair's collarbone, neck, chin, and ears, leaving red and swollen hickeys.

Altair greeted the storm of kisses and the violent manipulation underneath him. Great pleasure surged into his lower body, making him feel uncontrollable joy, and he ejaculated before almost losing consciousness.

Lorcan felt Altair's ejaculation after he fell into a vast and intense pleasure, and even more so, he turned Altair over and wrapped his arms around him to enter from behind. It was a depth that Altair could hardly imagine. In the post-ejaculation pleasure, Altair climbed to a new peak as he trembled and his body flooded with burning heat. Sensing the desire to c*m, Lorcan f****d a few more times deeper, blocking Altair's back hole and shooting his semen into the deepest part of Altair's body.

Altair was so f****d by Lorcan that he lost his strength and leaned against the wall of the hot spring in a weak state; Lorcan tightly embraced Altair and kissed his eyes like a precious treasure, whispering, "I love you, my savior."

At this time, the hot springs flooded with thick mist, blue spring water reflecting the snow-capped, serene, and distant, like the world in a fairy tale.