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Although he had heard that some male rabbits could produce milk if their same-sex partners loved them too much, and that some even experienced delusions of pregnancy, Yuder had always believed such things were far removed from him. He had always been very rational.
But during Kishiar's heat, Yuder's body received an overwhelming amount of affection from him. Even though Yuder himself thought he could handle it, no matter how much more he received, it seemed he was now in trouble...
When he felt his chest was different from usual, slightly full, he merely thought it was residual pleasure from the heat period and didn't pay it much attention.
Now, his body seemed to have reached saturation.
Kishiar's hand rested on Yuder's chest. Without using much force, he gently squeezed, and a milky white liquid flowed from the aperture, trailing down the back of his bony hand and dripping off.
This scene was reflected clearly in Yuder's dark eyes. Throughout the entire heat, he had never felt embarrassed, no matter what they did. But now, a thread of shame rose within him.
"Sometimes rabbits have natural physical reactions when they love someone too much. I'd only heard about it before, never thought I'd see it with my own eyes."
"...After all, we did a lot during your heat, but it didn't happen back then because you were with me, taking care of me through it. So I thought it wouldn't happen to me."
Back then, his body had also been filled countless times, saturated with Kishiar's scent, yet that situation hadn't occurred. It must have been because Kishiar had maintained his rationality and taken care of him when he couldn't think straight. Thinking back, he had even told Kishiar to hold nothing back back then – it seemed even that wasn't everything this man was capable of.
Yuder's expression sharpened. He placed his hand over Kishiar's, deciding to guide the man himself to squeeze his chest.
Instantly, Kishiar's eyes changed. Yuder watched with satisfaction as that wild look, often seen during the heat, returned to his face.
Through long-term training, his pectoral muscles were firm and elastic. Both could feel the two hardened lumps formed by the excess milk shifting under the pressure of their hands. Yuder slowly guided the man's long, slender-fingered hand. Their fingers intertwined, and the sticky, milky white liquid, squeezed out, flowed like a stream, soaking and coating their joined hands, making them slick.
Kishiar seemed spellbound, utterly unable to look away. Yuder's nipples, once pale, had turned a vivid color and grown hard. Yuder subtly pushed his chest forward, rubbing them against the man's palm.
"Yuder..."
His voice was no longer its usual elegant timbre; it was lowered, tainted with desire.
His golden head dipped into the curve of Yuder's neck, and Kishiar's scent was no longer suppressed.
The aura wasn't as fierce as before, but it was equally heavy and overwhelming. Joy welled up in Yuder's heart, and a gasp escaped his lips.
"Ah..."
Burning lips pressed against his skin, nipping and leaving marks – new ones before the old could heal. The slight pain transformed into pleasure.
Yuder arched his chest, offering it willingly into Kishiar's mouth.
It was completely enveloped. Yuder could clearly feel the wet sensation of being suckled, wrapped in the warmth of Kishiar's lips. His neat, hard teeth didn't bite, but gently abraded the soft flesh with their tips.
His body's sensitivity and familiarity were incomparable to what they had been at the very beginning. Today, this particular part of him felt even more intense, more craving...
Kishiar no longer needed assistance; he could indulge Yuder entirely according to his own will. The earlier gentle kneading had already dissolved the lumps. Now, the man gripped his chest with the web of his hand, and in that moment of impending, bursting tension, Yuder unconsciously held his breath.
"—!"
Yuder's mouth opened wide in a silent cry. An unprecedented, intense sensation – something gave way under the forceful squeeze. The milk no longer flowed like a stream; it sprayed everywhere.
It felt like sinking into the deep sea, hazy and indistinct, yet also possessed the dazzling, vivid colors of sunlight. When his vision refocused, he saw it splattered everywhere – on the golden strands of hair, on the beautiful face.
Not just above...
Below was a complete mess too.
His body was overloaded, pushed to its limits, but it didn't matter. They had done so much during the heat, and he didn't want it to stop now. Even though his brain had just issued a dangerous warning, Yuder craved even more intensity.
More... let me feel you more.
As if hearing Yuder's silent plea.
Kishiar looked up. His red lips resembled a wild fruit, overly ripe and on the verge of decay, and his scent had become enticing and delicious.
In the depths of his longing, Yuder bit Kishiar's lip, sucking on the tongue that had just granted him supreme pleasure. A faint, elusive taste of milky sweetness seemed to permeate the air.
Kishiar's hand caressed Yuder's spine, touching it with the focused fascination of someone handling a work of art. Between his hip bone and buttocks, a fluffy black rabbit tail trembled lightly.
He could feel the bone at the junction.
His fingertips stroked that spot back and forth, thoroughly satisfied with the incredibly tactile sensation. And he felt Yuder's body respond – a slight tremor that sparked like electricity.
The man's hand stretched the rabbit tail, lengthening it. No longer a ball, it became the shortest, cutest tail in the world. When his hand moved away, heading lower, the tail curled back into its original shape.
The once silk-smooth rabbit tail was now matted into clumps. But it didn't matter; Kishiar also particularly enjoyed carefully grooming it afterward.
He was already soaked through.
Inside, he was soft and burning hot, easily swallowing fingers one knuckle at a time down to the base.
Even though they could proceed directly, Kishiar always stubbornly wanted to make him even softer. Like now, with two fingers pressed deep inside, repeatedly rubbing and kneading, sending continuous waves of pleasure like electric currents, numbing his mind.
Yuder felt that his own gasps sounded far too sweet compared to usual – it felt unfamiliar.
He propped himself up slightly, but this separation wasn't an attempt to escape. Still maintaining that intoxicated body heat, he used both hands to press their erections together. Since one hand wasn't enough, he'd use two. His eyes wide open, he stared intently at the beautiful face before him, as if watching prey, afraid that something might slip away in the brief instant of a blink.
He always looked at Kishiar like this – not quite like a lover, more like a hunter.
But this was precisely what Kishiar loved...
In this state of total concentration, he couldn't feel where they were anymore. Heaven and earth seemed to fade to pure white, leaving only the two of them, able to touch only each other. You are my only one...
Both were giving and receiving simultaneously.
He felt the number of fingers inside him increase, their pace quickening. The hand gripping his arousal also moved more greedily, shaking along with his rhythm. Yuder swayed his hips, coordinating with the movements. The building pleasure was about to spill over—
At the moment it crested again, his normally quick mind went completely blank. Nothing but his tail, trembling incessantly.
There was no time to rest. Kishiar already knew Yuder didn't need it; their shared understanding only made them sink deeper together.
He thrust suddenly, impacting the soft inner walls. The entrance was stretched to its limit, and the excessive, already abundant fluids were squeezed out. Amidst the bodily sensations several times more intense than before, Kishiar leaned down and kissed Yuder's ear.
Even without time to adapt, Yuder's hips curled and writhed continuously, desperately meeting Kishiar's movements. His breathing became rapid, as if all the air had been squeezed from his lungs during extreme training. His body opened completely, unreservedly blooming for his beloved.
His chest grew wet again; what had just been emptied seemed to be secreting once more.
Everything mingled – sweat, bodily fluids. The scent of lust filled the entire space.
Without any thought of hiding it, Yuder moaned loudly. In his uncontrollable shivers, he lifted his hips and sat back down, making their joining deeper and more urgent. His complexion, usually pale as a corpse, was gone, replaced by a flushed glow. Beneath his brows, which reflected his tenacious character, his eyes were half-lidded, and light glistened between his trembling dark lashes.
Lust and love were indivisible, eternally insatiable.
Yuder craved Kishiar. Even though he was already deep inside, his body still wanted him to go deeper.
Deep inside. Into his very core.
He wished he could stay inside, or leave something behind.
Pleasure scoured his insides like relentless waves, every trace buried under the onslaught.
The rising heat within him intertwined with the burning flames, building towards another peak.
Yuder sank his hips down, and Kishiar thrust upward simultaneously.
He reached the very deepest part.
The liquid spread warmly inside his abdomen, and his lower body went limp, spent.
Kishiar held Yuder, kissing the thin skin inside his rabbit ears in the afterglow of pleasure.
With the sounds of their bodies joining now silent, the stillness of night seemed to return. But the thick scent of lust hadn't dissipated; it was so strong anyone catching a whiff might faint. Kishiar used magic to contain the smell securely within the room, lest it disturb others.
After his breathing calmed and they had fully savored the afterglow, Kishiar's mind, which had been whirring like a high-speed gear thinking about preparations for their departure tomorrow, suddenly ground to a halt – Yuder had bitten his cheek.
"Stop thinking about that. Tomorrow's tasks can wait until tomorrow."
"Mmph – as you command."
Kishiar laughed, a sound as warm as a crackling magic crystal fireplace.
Yuder hadn't bitten hard; he left no teeth marks, only a faint impression.
"A pity. You could have bitten it right off."
"Absolutely not."
Yuder caressed that perfect face, blessed like an angel loved by God, then gently pressed his lips against Kishiar's, rubbing softly.
Only after they ended up tangled together again uncontrollably during their bath did the night finally grow quiet.