BFT | Chapter 34

Pushed by the warden, the beast unknowingly sank into a wicked pleasure.

It was not intentional on the warden’s part, but the current situation was intensely stimulating the beast’s masochistic tendencies. His lips were clamped shut so he could barely breathe, his breasts ached with milk fever, one ankle was cuffed with a heavy iron ball, and with his whole body practically bound, being handled by a man brought out a warped kind of pleasure. Even as his awareness grew hazy on the edge of climax, he felt sorry for the warden. To him, in this act of making love, the beast was staring straight at his own corruption.

I actually secretly longed to be treated like this, like a damn dog....

He quickly pushed away the painful memory. The beast was relieved that the warden could not hear his thoughts. If he knew the beast had equated making love with being treated like a dog, he would be shocked.

The beast focused on the intercourse, caressing the warden’s nape and shoulders. The flesh under his palm was hard and hot. The beast raised his fingers and brushed through the warden’s ash-blond hair. Back when he lived in the deep mountains of the demon realm, the beast had done the same thing, lifting his fingers like this to stroke the silver-gray fur of the wolf.

Within a short time, intense orgasms flooded over him again and again. Sharp pleasure shot through him, tingling even to his fingertips. The warden thrust deep into the beast’s body, moved rapidly, then paused for a brief moment, repeating the cycle.

When the thrusting stopped briefly, the stimulation only became stronger. Even while falling into ecstasy, the beast realized from the warden’s reaction to repeatedly ejaculating his male release that the man liked this.

Soon the warden’s waist movements grew frantic. He wrapped both arms around the beast’s waist and drove his cock in deeply. In the most breath-stealing kiss of all, the beast accepted the man. The deepest part of his body was filled with sticky semen.

After ejaculating several times, the warden finally released his arms from the beast’s waist and withdrew his lips. The beast panted from the breath he had held back.

The warden intertwined their hands and pressed their bodies together. A low, ragged breathing brushed the beast’s ear. Then the warden loosened their fingers and lifted his head. He placed both hands on the beast’s face, looked down at him for a moment, and kissed him.

This time too, he did not use his tongue, but it was still a tender kiss. Perhaps the warden had realized the beast liked his kisses, because he did not spare the time and kissed him for a long while.

"Huff...."

The warden held the beast and lay down. The beast rested his face against his chest and gasped for breath. Even though the sex had been brief, his whole body felt limp. The warden’s rough body, pressed closely to the beast’s, radiated heat and sweat.

The warden’s hand stroked the beast’s back. After sex, the warden always made the beast lean against him and gently rubbed his back. Rough-looking on the outside, but an amazingly delicate man in bed.

No, the warden was delicate toward the beast in every way. From the very first day the beast had been trapped in Abaddon Prison.... The terrifying fighter who was so fierce with prisoners could not even meet the beast’s gaze when washing his body and looked at a complete loss.

Possessiveness toward the warden suddenly surged inside the beast. He wanted to possess this strong, delicate man forever by any means necessary. The source of this overwhelming possessiveness was clearly love.

My first love....

The beast was stunned that he had fallen for the warden this deeply despite being so suspicious by nature. Was it because he resembled the silver-gray wolf he had once befriended? Or because this was a relationship that had developed under extreme hardship? Or because he was the only one in the hellish Abaddon Prison who had cared for him?

Whatever the reason for this deep love, one thing was certain. The beast wanted the love he shared with the warden to last forever. But the warden was a half-blood immune to the demon realm’s bewitching arts. The moment this thought crossed his mind, the unease he had set aside for a while rushed back.

Could the warden keep loving me without change, like my father-body and mother-body did?

The beast had told the warden that pairs who got along well and kept living together were very rare, and one such pair was the beast’s own caretakers. By the time they conceived him and his siblings as half-human, half-demon beings, they had already passed 350 years of age. Through all those long years, the beast’s father-body and mother-body had loved only each other. But in the beast’s view, the warden’s love would change with time.

By human standards, the beast had many disadvantages as the warden’s mate. Their races were different, their ways of thinking differed, he couldn’t bear the warden’s child, he had no money, no home, and he was a "fruit pie." To the beast, among all those bad conditions, being a "fruit pie" was the biggest problem. Hadn’t Guard Gavin said so too?

None of the people who fucked you here will feel sorry for you, including the warden. You’re a fruit pie.

Only after absorbing Arthur’s knowledge did the beast finally realize that hidden inside tart was another meaning besides "cheap pastry." Human men hated taking a fruit pie as a wife, and considered it foolish and shameful. More importantly, the warden was a man who displayed his strong masculinity in a brutally open way.

The wicked mentor had often sneered in front of the beast.

"You know, human men are all narrow-minded the more openly they flaunt their strength. They hate human women with complicated pasts. Even if they fall in love, they grow cold in no time."

"Strong human men have their own ridiculous philosophy. They think being lenient with the weak is what makes a real man."

The wicked mentor was the demon realm’s foremost expert on human sexual affairs. He was also the one who had played a decisive role in shaping the beast into who he was now.

"The stronger the human man, the easier he is to handle. Just scratch his pride. Push him away or refuse to give him what he wants. If you do that, he’ll break down without exception. Especially if someone much weaker than him rejects him, he’ll go completely mad."

From the beast’s point of view, the warden really did seem to have that fixation on being lenient toward the weak. After being rejected by someone far weaker than himself, he had completely lost his reason too. One by one, everything matched what the wicked mentor had said.

"Is it because of the baby?"

At the warden’s whisper, the beast snapped out of his reverie. The warden whispered into his ear.

"Was the reason you didn’t want to leave here because of the baby? So you could send breast milk?"

"......"

It was fortunate that the warden could not see his face in the darkness right now. The beast nodded as calmly as he could manage. After a short pause, the warden asked, "What’s your nursing period like?"

The beast wrote on the warden’s palm.

"For us, nursing ends in two months, regardless of species."

"My child only needs two more weeks of milk."

"That fast? You’re really different from humans."

The warden said this in surprise. At the sound that followed, the beast held his breath.

"Starting tomorrow, nothing will happen to you. The outside workers are coming in once the building repair begins. The repairs will take at least two weeks, and I’ve been assigned to watch over you during that time."

The beast asked as calmly as possible.

"We’re staying in this tent the whole time?"

"I don’t know yet. We’ll decide based on the state of the detention building and whether there are aftershocks."

The warden pulled down the beast’s blouse. A sweet smell rose from his wet hand.

"If you were worried I’d ignore the child and just smuggle you out of Abaddon no matter what, that’s a false alarm. I promise I’ll cooperate with the baby’s nursing as much as possible."

The warden hugged the beast tightly and whispered,

"I’ll bring you new clothes tomorrow morning. Go to sleep now."

He kissed the beast’s forehead. The beast inhaled the scent lingering from the warden’s hand and grew gloomy again.

Did the warden fall for me because I look like a princess from the palace now? He even only bought clothes for a human woman...

But this form would not last long. If he didn’t get pregnant, then at the latest within a month the beast would return to his original shape. A shape that suited men’s clothes better than women’s clothes, a prince rather than a princess....

You must never trust humans. Especially a human man’s love. It’s lighter than a breath.

The wicked mentor had smiled when he said that.

The beast forced his thoughts in another direction. From tomorrow on, he would call the warden Lyall....