Midnight Sun's Paradise

Season 1: Chapter 3: Sudden Mating

Bryle panicked as he saw the man's blood continued flowing. The man wasn't moving so Bryle's panic rate went times two. He thought maybe this man was already dead. After for a while, he then think about hearing this man's heartbeat if it's still beating or not. Because if not, he's going to kill himself. Fortunately, after hearing this man's heartbeat, Bryle felt relieved afterwards.

The man was unconscious but it seems like he's just asleep, no wonder he's not moving. Bryle tried to lift him up but he was heavy as heck so he gave up and put him down but suddenly, he had lost his balance and the force started to pull himself down towards the sleeping man's face. 

Now, their faces brought closely to each other. Bryle's face, then again, turned red when he faced the man's perfect face structure with an inch gap of him. He also felt a warm breath on his face from this sleeping man. It gave him the chills.

After realizing for how many seconds he'd been so near with him, he tried not to get distracted and immediately got up. But for some reason, after getting up, a strong hand pulled him down and his position got quickly reversed. He's now in the bottom position. That's when he knew, the man on top of him was awake. 

"H-Hey, you're awake?" he nervously asked. But the man didn't reply, instead, he was panting over and over while holding both of Bryle's hands. 

It was a full moon. Full moon means a werewolf's hunger towards finding a mate transpired. It can't be stopped and the impact of a werewolf mating with a human will be dangerous. 

"W-Why are you holding my hands?" he started to move but the strong grip of this man was too strong.

The man's eyes were fully yellowish. It was like the color of a glowing sun---a bit alluring but quite terrifying. The black vertical slit on the center of his eye, with a bit color of blood, was shining brightly. The sight was petrifying. It was like there's a wild monster who wanted to eat him up whole.

"Can you let me go?" 

For the second time, and the man still didn't respond.

Bryle couldn't move his body even if he would use his whole strength because of the main reason, the man on top of him was holding both of his hands very tightly. He couldn't get out from him. 

The wild man was puffing again and again, smelling Bryle's neck down to his chest. And then afterwards, he went to his neck again and licked it like a hungry dog. Bryle wasn't able to do anything because he was locked up from the body of this man. The following kisses, the hot licking and the hot wheezing of this man, it all made Bryle tickle for a moment. The sensation was like a thunder getting all of his nerves. 

After Bryle realized he's been drawn with the illegal sensation, he woke up from reality and bent forward to kick the man's chest. The man unintentionally let him go and was growling in anger when Bryle got out from his hands.

Bryle managed to run towards the kitchen. He panted as he planned on hiding inside the bathroom but before he got to open the door, a hand grabbed him from behind. He looked back and saw the man hugging him, kissing and licking his neck all over again, without stopping. 

"Why? Stop! Let go of me!" Bryle tried to push him so hard but the more he moved the more he's being hugged tightly.

The man carried Bryle and put him on top of the dining table. Meanwhile in Bryle's situation, he was resisting faithfully. But then the man, he continued sucking Bryle's neck and licked it violently. And then again, for a moment, Bryle was brought back into the sensation again. All he could think was it felt good. When he stopped resisting, the man started to massage Bryle's chest after pinching his pinkish hard n*****s.

"S-Stop," Bryle said but at the same time, he doesn't want him to stop.

He pulled Bryle's pants and started to stick out his tongue just to dance it up right around at Bryle's sweet sensitive spot--- the tip of his c**k. After playing Bryle's tip, his warm mouth ate Bryle's c**k and he sucked him up and down, and licked again and again with his sticky saliva. It’s a light pressure but enough to send lightning up through Bryle's body. His body then bucked from the table. 

The man stopped, breaking free and leaning his head back. Bryle looked down, gently cradling the back of the man's head. And for a second, the man's mouth was all warm and wet as he deepen up further and further as he entered another finger in Bryle's hole. The way Bryle's body reacted, he convulsed helplessly in response.

“Don’t,” he said heavily, feeling himself grow wetter around his fingers and his mouth, “don’t stop.”

The strength of his words convinced the man. He let Bryle's hand pushed him back down, and then his mouth returned. It’s a hotter rush now, and Bryle can feel himself pulsed deep inside of the man's mouth as warmth spread, burning over his face. 

It’s almost disjointed. The way that the throbbing around his c**k was out of time, while resonating together with his heartbeat, was all fascinating. The man's tongue was still moving, not with any more refined of a technique, but it’s faster than earlier just as his fingers reached deeper and deeper with every thrust. Bryle's hand was numbed against his thigh as he tugged his underwear away, a seam against his back snapped, and then another.

“Oh.”

The man might be growling because Bryle felt the thickness of this man's breath vibrated over his c**k as the man moved in and out from Bryle's d**k. He moaned, louder than he should have, and it echoed up into the apartment. The lights right over at his eyes burned and bright. He fidgeted. His body grew restless and hot. Every part of him was sweaty as he writhed against the table.

“I’m – I’m going – I’m gonna -”

The words sounded dramatic as they spilled out from Bryle, but they were all he could manage to breathe as a warning. His feet crashed to the table. Knees tightened and leaned into the man's back muscles. Thighs clenched so tight that he couldn’t wiggle his fingers if he had wanted to flex his grip. The man stopped when Bryle came. Legs clenched over the man's head as the man furiously, sloppily ate him out and licked the c*m away as it rippled hot through Bryle's body. The sweat on Bryle's body felt cold and he shivered, moaning again and again as the orgasm ebbed.

It wasn't the end.

The man started to unbutton his pants and it seemed like the man was so into it. After a moment, he pulled out his erect, standing, twitching c**k from his pants. His c**k tighten as he tugged Bryle's hole furiously, keeping Bryle's legs on either part of him. 

"It hurts!" cried Bryle.

Bryle freed his grasp even as the man violently pushed his d**k in and out from Bryle's hole from the back. The man lowered himself, taking hold of the back of Bryle's thighs and leaned into him. He then began to lower his face to Bryle.

“Oh,” Bryle started, then a gasping, “oh!” because it felt surprisingly good. 

Was this the first time he's doing this? But even so, it felt really good.

It’s exploratory at first. His c**k was breaking Bryle's inside, moving in and out almost the same patterns as he watched Bryle stroke over his manhood with his trembling hands. But then, the man started dipping again right into his hole and because of the pain, Bryle cried out again. The strokes came long, up and down, but fast, never lingering for long, and the man's c**k began to build somewhere inside Bryle's stomach. It fed Bryle friction and made him long for more. Unknowingly, his hips shifted and was grinding into the table.

The side of the man's face knocked into Bryle's fist as his underwear in his increasingly sweaty grasp slipped. Bryle gasped, tugging so hard to knot it around his fingers. The strap almost cut into his skin, giving the man more space to spread with him with his c**k. Because of the excitement, he came up between Bryle's legs to push at his entrance freely, in and out, again and again. One finger entered at Bryle's hole while he's being pounded, curling slowly and pushed up intensively by that man. With his free hand, he grabbed at the man's shoulder, held him so hard while he moaned in pleasure.

"N-No. P-Please."

The man continued, panting heavily as he pounded Bryle in and out very harshly. Bryle couldn't stop but just moan in pain. As the motion increased, the cold sweat kept dripping onto him. After a minute of pushing in and out towards Bryle's hole, the man has already reached at his limit and for a few seconds, he came inside Bryle.

It ached both between Bryle's legs and the muscles of his thighs as the man pulled his c**k away. Both of them felt pleasure and all of the sudden, the man fell asleep at the dining table. It was Bryle's first time. And to think that his first time happened to be with a guy, not to a girl, questioned his s****l orientation.