"I'm at my limit right now. You already arrived late…"
Alastair whispered into his ear from behind and he pinned Ellis's hands over his head on the door.
"I don't like to wait, nor am I willing to."
As Alastair enunciated the last words, he thrusted his hips powerfully into Ellis's buttocks. Ellis's knees almost buckled with the force of his hips, jolting him awake from his fuzzy mind. He started to struggle with all his might, wriggling under the suppressive hold, but no matter how much or which way he moved, Alastair completely overpowered him. At that moment, a tag of the web novel he had ignored came back to haunt him; it was an R18 tag. He had ignored it because he thought it was because of the cruel murders, but what if it was for sexual content?…
"Alastair! Wait!"
"Hey, stop for a moment… let's talk this out…"
Even bearing the bumps on his clothed bottom was difficult enough for him; he didn't even want to imagine what it would be like once this man removed the thin fabric between their bodies. Ellis tried his best to gain his attention, but Alastair, lost in his lust, only panted in his ear and moved his groin. His hands were beginning to fumble with his shirt buttons.
"Wait for just a second! Your Highness!"
Alastair swiftly undid all the buttons of his shirt and threw the shoulder cape on the floor, moving to his belt. Ellis could barely stand on his legs, which had gone weak from the constant shakes, but he still moved his feet to stomp on Alastair's shoes behind him, wanting to stab him in the feet in a fury.
"I can't tell if you're trying to anger me or turn me on. You were informed by my men that I like it when the other person struggles, right?"
"Should I commend you for your efforts?"
Alastair grinded his groin against his buttocks as he spoke and let go of his hold on Ellis's hands, flipping to the front. Ellis quickly straightened out his arms to put some distance between them as Alastair undid his belt and ripped off the black suit pants in one clean swoop before Ellis could even do anything. Ellis's complexion blanched as he watched his bare bottom and lifted his face to talk it out with Alastair. This situation could still be salvaged.
"Alastair, stop for a second. I wasn't told anything! I only—"
Not even sparing him a glance, Alastair slid his arm under Ellis's leg, lifting it and causing him to lose his balance. Ellis hurriedly reached out to grab Alastair as his foot no longer touched the floor. He couldn't even utter a word as Alastair removed the suit pants hanging from his ankles. Leaving Ellis only in a white dress shirt that revealed his entire front. In not even a full minute, Ellis was robbed of almost all his clothes. Was this situation really salvageable? Alastair was ignoring him, focused only on trying to get it in…
Unsure if he could get himself out of this, Ellis became motionless as he was turned around again by Alastair, his hands on the door, and found himself offering his ass to Alastair on a platter. The moment he became aware of his position, it was too late; Alastair lined his arms over Ellis's, trapping them under him. A wet and hard object was poking him from behind. The length rubbed between his buttocks, ready as if it could roll inside at any time.
No foreplay, no nothing, and this man wanted to put it in just like this? Ellis was also a man! He couldn't even self-lubricate himself even if he wanted to…
"T-There's no way it would enter like this…"
He muttered in incredulity. At the same moment, the tip of the object found its way to the entrance of his backside. It was unbelievably thick. Ellis was rendered speechless by the sheer thickness that invaded his insides. His mouth was agape, cold sweat dripped from his forehead as he stared at his own feet on the floor, trying to gauge relief from the pain it brought.
Alastair leaned over his back; his hand was placed on Ellis's bare chest as he kissed his shoulder blades under the white dress shirt. Ellis shivered uncomfortably, unable to raise himself. Alastair never stopped invading him despite the tightness and resistance from his body. He was clearly having a hard time too; his breathing was rough as he spoke into his ear over his body.
"Try to loosen up if you don't want to get hurt…"
"Pull out! Pull out, it hurts!"
"Are you a recessive omega? It's so dry inside…"
Ellis wanted to bang his head on the wall as he listened to Alastair. Why would he be wet down there?!
Thinking he was going to pass out from the pain, Ellis caught a dizzying smell of heavily induced alcohol. Red grape wine. The room did reek of it, but it wasn't this strong. Now it felt like it had amplified by a hundred times. Ellis's body became restless and numb from the scent, as if he had been doused with a deep crimson wine. If it hadn't been for Alastair's hand holding him, he would've definitely plopped down on the floor, stripped of any strength in his limbs; the length forcing its way into his body found the opportunity to strike and took it.
Alastair leaned back and thrusted forward vigorously, as if he had been affected by the same scent of the arousing deep crimson wine. Ellis was salivating to get a taste of the red grape wine, but he could only swallow his excessive saliva and breathe with his mouth from the heat gathering in his abdomen. He hadn't had a sip of alcohol but felt like he had been drinking all night long. Everything seemed to be drenched in the wine for it to smell this strongly.
"Feeling better?"
"Fuck you."