Chapter 99 Chapter 99: Love and desire can never be separated...
dark,
Envelop the room.
After being deprived of vision,
Other senses become more acute.
Ian's fingertips gently touched Hades' face, as if exploring an unknown territory.
His fingers slowly slid down from Hades's high brow bone, touched his straight nose bridge, and felt the solid outline.
“…”
Hades's breathing became slightly rapid, his eyes were closed, his body trembled unconsciously, but the pheromones were released even more strongly.
——I’m moved.
Ian's fingers continued down, gently stroking Hades' cheek, finally touching the scars.
The touch of the scar is different from the surrounding skin. Although it has been treated and does not appear too uneven, a subtle difference can still be felt.
The dark red texture could not be seen in the darkness, but it was clearly transmitted to Ian's mind through the touch of his fingertips.
Ian's movements were gentle and slow, as if he was afraid of hurting Hades.
His fingertips lingered on the scar for a moment, and he felt that Hades' body was slightly tense and his breathing became a little disordered.
"Heddes."
Ian's voice rang softly in the darkness.
His fingers still lingered on Hades's face, his fingertips gently stroking the scars, as if trying to heal the pain of the past in this way.
"Does it hurt a lot when you get hurt?"
This is a declarative sentence.
Ian's voice was low and completely non-aggressive, instead revealing his rare patience.
It wasn't a pleasant feeling to have the disfiguring scar on one's face touched, like peeling back a wound. But if the person touching it was Ian, it was a different feeling.
Things that should not have been allowed were allowed.
Hades' body stiffened slightly, his fingers unconsciously gripping the bed sheet. After a moment, he whispered a reply.
The voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, yet it carried an unprecedented fragility:
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
It hurt a lot then, but it doesn't hurt anymore. How could the wound still hurt after all these years?
Their breaths mingled.
The next second, Hades felt a moist and soft touch on his cheek.
In the darkness, Hades' eyes widened, his body suddenly stiffened, and his breathing stopped instantly.
—Ian is licking his scars.
The male insect's warm breath pressed against his skin, carrying an indescribable ambiguity.
The warm and moist tongue gently licked the scars on Hades' face, the movements were gentle and slow, as if soothing the pain deeply engraved in the flesh.
“Heroic Lord…!”
Stunned, Hades was speechless, his grey eyes widened in the darkness, his pupils slightly contracted.
His fingers unconsciously gripped the bed sheets, his knuckles turning slightly white from the effort.
It felt like something was surging violently in his chest, almost bursting through his throat.
The next second, her heart seemed to be beating wildly, and then she revealed her true feelings to the male insect in front of her.
Ian's movements were very much like those of a large cat, with a primal, instinctive intimacy.
Use the softest lips and tongue to lick those scars bit by bit.
The scent of pheromones became stronger in the air. Hades supported his back with his fingers and gripped the bed sheets tightly, completely reluctant to give up this rare intimacy.
Hades doesn't deal in intimacy.
He has a biological father.
He also has a blood-related younger brother.
The female father has complicated feelings towards Hades, because both Hades and Amiya are the bloodline left by that tyrannical male insect to the female father.
Compared to Hades, Amiya looks more like that tyrannical, lying male insect.
Perhaps this was also one of the reasons why the female father did not take Amiya away.
but,
This does not mean that Hades is so precious in the heart of his female father.
Hades also has half the blood of that tyrannical male insect in his body, and his female father doesn't like him very much, or rather, he loves and hates him.
The look in the female father's eyes was so difficult to understand that Hades still didn't fully understand it.
Family affection is also a luxury for Hedis.
So Hades cherished the time after being adopted by His Majesty Atalan.
Being adopted by His Majesty Attaran means joining the royal family.
But Hades really wants to have a "home" of his own.
Not the cold royal court.
It is a warm "home".
He was the heir to the entire empire and the Grand Prince to whom the First Legion swore allegiance until death. However, he felt lost when it came to abandoning all of this.
Hades could no longer find his true inner self.
He knew what he should do, what he should do, what he should like, and what he should hate as a prince and the heir to an empire.
It's as if the emotions are peeled away bit by bit, leaving only the cold judgment and rationality.
Until I met Ian.
Hades seemed to have regained his love.
"Hero..."
Hades' voice was hoarse, his fingers slowly loosened the poor bed sheet, and gently grasped Ian's arm. His fingertips were cold but carried an indescribable dependence.
Ian did not stop, his tongue still gently moved on the scar on Hades' face.
The warm breath gently brushed against Hades' skin, bringing an indescribable sense of ambiguity.
The male insect is like a noble jaguar, aggressive and terrifying.
In the darkness, Ian's breath was warm and steady, like a large cat lurking in the night, both dangerous and alluring.
He licked Hades' scar with the tip of his tongue, his movements gentle and slow, yet with an aggression that could not be ignored.
Hades' heart skipped a beat, as if it was gently grasped by an invisible claw, unable to break free, yet unwilling to break free.
To Hades, Ian is the burning love and desire itself.
Love and desire can never be separated.
When you think of love, you naturally think of desire.
"Is it okay?" Ian asked meaningfully.
The answer to this question is already obvious.
Hades nodded, and he opened up all his once hard shells, revealing the softest inside.
——
The air in the room was humid, stuffy and hot. The two pheromones collided madly, making some slight sticky sounds.
Hades' knees dug into the sheets, and his short hair couldn't hide the silver worm marks on the back of his neck.
It was hot and burning in the darkness, almost swelling.
The shape of the insect pattern is like a silver cloud sword.
The lines are smooth and sharp, and the sword edge extends from the neck, across the spine, and all the way to the tailbone.
Beautiful yet dangerous, clear yet delicate, like a work of art meticulously carved into the skin, yet with an inherent wildness.
The male insect's nose gently touched the back of Hades' neck, and its warm breath sprayed on Hades' skin, bringing a slight shiver.
The moment the tip of his nose touched the insect pattern, Hades' body suddenly stiffened, as if he was hit by an electric current that spread from the back of his neck to his entire body.
"Hero..."
There was a slight tremor in Hades' voice that was hard to conceal.
His fingers unconsciously gripped the sheets again.
It's like a drowning person who subconsciously grabs the nearest floating object around him.
Ian placed the tip of his nose against Hades's insect pattern and sniffed gently.
The warm and moist touch made Hades feel an inexplicable sense of... shame and nervousness, but also an instinctive desire.
The exhaled hot air moved slowly along the lines of the insect pattern, sliding from the neck to the tailbone.
Hades' eyes suddenly closed, perhaps he had anticipated the embarrassment he would face next.
The tip of the male insect's nose was cold, but it carried a hot breath. The water vapor carried in the breath sprayed on the insect pattern on the back of Hades' neck, arousing a little itchiness.
Darkness amplifies all tactile senses.
Ian opened his mouth, revealing two sharp canine teeth, and bit Hades's neck fiercely, biting the throbbing gland under the thin skin.
Just like a jaguar's hunting, it's fierce and accurate.
In an instant, under the extremely aggressive pheromone attack, Hades' whole body stiffened, and such a strong body was like a trembling prey.
The male insect's pheromones were slowly injected into the fragile gland.
It invades and fills the fragile glands bit by bit.
Burying his face in his arms, Hades frowned silently. Sweat soaked his forehead. It was hard to tell whether it was sweat or tears. It slid down his cheeks and disappeared into the fabric of the sheets.
Next second.
The pheromones suddenly became strong and tense, and the male insect's pheromones swept in like a storm, becoming extremely strong.
It's like a never-ending war.
Attack cities and seize territories, occupying every inch of space as much as possible.
The extreme feeling of oppression made Hades's breath suffocate and his body trembled involuntarily.
The silver insect pattern on the back of the neck became slightly hot due to the stimulation of pheromones, as if it was on fire, hot, itchy and scorching.
Even if it's bitten through, it still doesn't feel enough.
The male insect's pheromones are becoming increasingly powerful, as if a beast is declaring its territory.
"Hero..."
Hades' voice was hoarse, with anguish that was hard to conceal.
His fingers unconsciously clutched the bedsheets.
He begged in a low voice: "Be gentle... My Lord..."
Time seemed to be infinitely stretched, and every second seemed to be pressed heavy and slow.
The male insects released pheromones like they were free, completely confusing and closing Hades' senses. It was as if the whole world was left with only him and Ian, and only those crazy and entangled pheromones.
Too many,
That's too much.
Hades clenched his teeth, the veins on his forehead throbbed faintly, and sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the bed, leaving a dark mark.
His forbearing hands tightly grasped the bed sheet, his knuckles turned white from the force, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.
The bed sheet gradually deformed under his violent palm, and the wrinkles were deeply embedded in his fingers.
The impact of pheromones came like a tide, wave after wave, and Hades could hardly keep his sanity.
Finally, at a certain moment, the high-quality bed sheet made a sharp "hiss" sound and was torn abruptly, revealing messy threads.
That voice,
It was especially clear in the silent room.
Hades' body trembled violently, as if awakened by the sound for a moment, but then fell into a deeper struggle.
The corners of his eyes were still red, and there was a layer of mist in his gray eyes. They were more moist, his breathing became more disordered, and his chest rose and fell more violently.
The sound of cloth tearing,
It is a symbol of his endurance reaching its limit.
Time became blurred at this moment, and Hades's senses were completely blocked by pheromones, leaving only the crazy heartbeat and heavy breathing.
Only a vague sense of hearing remained.
He heard the male insect's half-whisper, which was affectionate and tender.
"Heddis, I..."
The rest, I can't hear clearly.
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