Chapter 130: Chapter 130: Fever
I lie flat on my back, staring blankly at the ceiling, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath.
My whole body feels like it’s been taken apart and reassembled slightly wrong. Every muscle I own has filed a formal complaint. My eyes are already closing.
It’s over and I can sleep now.
I am completely wrong.
Bael is still collapsed on top of me, his face buried deep in the side of my neck, but something isn’t right. His skin is sweating profusely, dripping wet, and it feels scorching hot against my bare chest, like he is running a dangerous, wild high fever.
Then, my eyes widen in the dark.
I feel a sudden, thick twitch deep inside my ass. Bael’s cock never actually went soft. It is still buried completely inside me, and right now, it is getting transitionally harder, thicker, and longer by the second, stretching my raw walls all over again.
Bael is breathing heavily, his chest heaving like a bellows against mine. His breath hits my collarbone in hot, ragged gasps.
Shakily, I raise one hand, my fingers trembling as I touch the side of his burning neck.
"Bael...?"
He doesn’t look at me, he doesn’t answer, he just keeps his face buried in my skin, sniffing my scent gland frantically, inhaling it like a dying man. A low, animalistic grunting sound vibrates deep in his chest.
Before I can even process the sound, Bael moves.
His alpha strength takes over completely. He holds me by the waist and changes our position, lifting and carrying my body so swiftly and easily it’s like I weigh nothing at all. He doesn’t look weak or tired; despite the sweat pouring off him and his glassy, completely dilated eyes, his movements are sharp and terrifyingly powerful.
In a second, he has rolled onto his back.
Now, Bael is lying flat on the mattress, and I am sitting directly on top of his lap. My thighs are spread wide over his thick hips, my knees digging into the sheets on either side of him, exactly the way he placed me.
I am completely exhausted. My muscles are shaking, and my head is spinning from the sheer volume of his thick scent filling the room. I try to lean forward to catch my balance, but Bael doesn’t give me a break.
He grips my hip bones with both hands, his fingers digging in hard. He lifts my hips up slightly—
And then he thrusts violently upward.
"Ah! ...Nngh!"
A loud cry rips from my throat as his entire hard length drives straight back into my stretched opening, bottoming out in one single, brutal push.
I can only toss my head back, my spine arching as the intense heat floods my core. I don’t have the strength to move or set the pace, but Bael doesn’t expect me to.
He wraps his long, heavy arms entirely around my torso, pulling me down flat against his wet, muscular chest. He holds me tight, pinning me securely against him so I don’t have to support my own weight or put any strain on my pregnant stomach.
He takes over completely, his hips driving upward into my ass with an unyielding, punishing force.
The rhythm is relentless. Every single upward thrust fills me to the absolute limit, creating a loud, wet slamming sound that echoes clearly in the quiet bedroom. I just follow the brutal motion helplessly, my fingers clutching his damp hair as he works himself inside me.
Bael keeps his mouth glued to my skin. He sniffs me obsessively, his teeth constantly biting and scraping along my wet earlobes, my jawline, and my chest, leaving dark red marks everywhere. He grunts with every heavy stroke, completely consumed by the fever in his blood.
He fucks me again like that for what feels like hours. My voice goes hoarse, my tears and sweat mixing on his shoulder as I sob quietly from the overwhelming friction.
Eventually, the angle shifts. Bael naturally changes our position again, as if some lingering instinct is telling him not to exhaust my body completely.
He rolls us over together, never pulling out.
Now, we are both lying on our sides. I am facing away from him, my back pressed tight against his burning chest. Bael reaches down, his large hand grabbing my top leg, lifting it high and hooking it securely over his own thick thigh.
The movement opens me up completely, giving him much deeper, direct access to the wet opening.
Bael slides his large arm around my front, his palm resting gently over my stomach, cradling the baby safely. His other hand reaches up to hold my face, his fingers digging into my cheek to turn my head back. He kisses me roughly from behind, his tongue sliding deep into my mouth to catch my whimpers, drowning out every sound I try to make.
Behind me, his hips keep pounding steadily into my backside. The friction builds and builds, the heat between our bodies turning almost unbearable.
Then, I feel it.
A sudden pressure starts at the base of Bael’s cock, the thick knot is beginning to swell rapidly inside me.
My eyes roll back. The hard, expanding shape stretches my inner walls past what I thought was possible, locking us together so tightly that a sharp gasp is choked out of me.
The sheer intensity of the stretch hits my prostate, and my body breaks without warning. I cum hard against the sheets, my thighs shaking violently as the pleasure crashes through my head.
Right as I break, Bael lets out a loud, ruined growl against my neck. His hips lock deep, driving the swelling knot into the deepest part of me, and he unloads a massive, burning torrent of cum deep inside my cabin.
"Hmn...!"
When the fluid stops rushing, Bael doesn’t loosen his grip. He keeps his arms wrapped tightly around me from behind, hugging me like a vice during the entire fifteen-minute knot lockdown. I am completely trapped, glued to his sweating frame, unable to move even an inch.
The heavy fever of his rut finally peaks, his breathing slowly evening out against my wet skin.
With the knot still locked securely inside me, keeping us bound together in the dark, the exhaustion takes over.
Both of us fall into a deep, dead sleep just like that.
