Chapter 211: The Worst Time for Breakfast

*Runze’s POV*

"Please..." I whimper softly, burying my face into the pillow. "Just put it in..."

Bael lets out a low breath against the back of my neck.

"Hold on to the headboard, Runze."

I reach forward, my fingers gripping the headboard tightly.

Bael grips my hips, his fingers digging into my skin to steady me, and aligns himself once more. Then, with one slow, agonizingly heavy push, he buries the head of his cock inside me.

"Ah!"

The stretch is immense. My inner walls, soft and swollen from my earlier climax, clamp down around him instantly, hot and tight.

Bael freezes, his entire body going rigid behind me. A low, painful groan escapes his chest.

"Fuck... Runze... you’re so tight..."

"Move..." I sob into the pillow, my body instinctively adjusting to his size. "Bael, move..."

He doesn’t listen immediately. He waits, breathing heavily, giving my body time to accept him. Slowly, steadily, he pushes the rest of his length inside, inch by excruciating inch, until his hips bump against my rear.

He is completely inside me.

The feeling of fullness is so absolute, so overwhelming, that tears spring to my eyes. It feels like the missing piece of my body has finally been restored.

Bael holds still for a moment, his hands gripping my hips firmly to support my weight and keep all pressure entirely off my stomach, ensuring the angle is completely safe.

Then, he pulls back slowly, almost all the way to the tip... and thrusts back in.

"Argh!"

The movement is deep, hitting a spot deep inside me that makes my vision go white for a fraction of a second.

He begins to establish a pace—slow, firm, and deep. Every time he thrusts forward, the sound of his skin slapping against mine echoes loudly in the quiet room.

He isn’t being rough, but the sheer depth of his thrusts leave me completely breathless.

"Are you okay?" Bael rasps close to my ear, his hot breath washing over my skin. "Does it hurt?"

"No... no, it feels... so good..." I squeeze my eyes shut, my toes curling into the sheets. "Harder, Bael... please..."

Bael hitches his breath. He pulls back and drives in again, a little faster this time, his hips moving in a steady, relentless rhythm.

With every hard, driving stroke, his thick length scrapes against my sensitive walls, friction building up into a sharp, sweet agony.

His rhythm is relentless, fast and out of control, the force of his thrusts making my head roll against the pillow as high-pitched moans tear from my throat, saliva pooling at the corners of my mouth.

I can feel the strength in his arms, the way his muscles strain beneath his skin as he holds my hips, trying to keep my body steady and protect my bump even as his own restraint snaps.

The pleasure mounts so rapidly, every hit sending white-hot sparks straight to my core.

Suddenly catching himself, Bael grinds to a sudden halt, his rhythm slowing down as he takes a deep, shuddering breath, trying to claw back his control.

"Uhh... I need to... slow down..." he rasps, his voice rough and laced with panic as he looks down at me. "I’m going too fast... I don’t want to strain you.."

"No!" I shake my head frantically, moving my hips back to meet his retreat, refusing to let him pull out. "Don’t slow down!"

"Runze, be good—"

I turn my head back to look at him over my shoulder. My eyes are brimming with unshed tears, my lips parted, slick and wet with saliva pooling at the corners. I look at him with pure, unfiltered desperation.

"Bael... harder!" I cry out, abandoning every drop of pride, my voice trembling with raw need. "Please... fuck me faster!"

The explicit words leave my mouth before I can filter them.

Bael’s body goes completely still for a fraction of a second. His dark eyes flare with something dark, wild, and utterly dangerous.

The last thread of his control snaps.

"You asked for it," he growls.

He grips my waist tightly, anchoring me in place, and slams his hips forward.

*Pact!*

"ARGHH!" A loud, sharp scream tears from my throat as he bottoms out inside me with sudden, terrifying force.

He doesn’t give me time to recover. He pulls back quickly and drives back in, his thrusts turning fast, hard, and relentless. The bed frame groans under the sudden shift in momentum.

He pounds into me with a fierce, possessive hunger, every strike hitting that deep, sensitive center over and over again until my mind goes completely blank.

"Nngh! Ah! Bael! Bael!" I chant his name like a prayer, my fingers slipping on the headboard as my entire body shakes under the force of his movement.

His other hand slides up to grip my throat gently, tilting my head back. He leans down and bites my shoulder, his sharp teeth leaving a mark, claiming me over and over.

"You’re mine," Bael growls against my skin, his voice primal and raw. "You’re fucking mine, Runze. Don’t you ever forget it."

"Yours... I’m yours!" I sob out, completely overwhelmed by the intense friction, the heavy scent of his pheromones, and the undeniable reality of his body inside mine.

The pleasure builds so fast it feels too much. My inner walls clamp down on him like a vise, rippling around his thick shaft.

"Bael—I’m coming! I’m coming again!" I scream into the quiet room.

"Come for me, baby. Do it," Bael commands, driving his hips forward one last, brutal time.

My core violently explodes into a second climax. White flashes behind my eyelids as my muscles contract frantically around his cock, squeezing him so hard that Bael lets out a harsh, broken roar.

He doesn’t stop. Even as I am drowning in the waves of my orgasm, he continues to fuck me through it, his thrusts fast and deep, chasing his own release.

"Ah... ah..." I slump forward onto the pillows, my legs trembling so violently I can barely hold myself up.

Bael’s speed increases, his breathing turned into heavy, ragged gasps against my spine. He’s completely lost in the motion, slamming into me over and over, his body slick with sweat.

Suddenly, a loud knock rattles the bedroom door.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Young master? Master Bael?"

It’s Mrs. Wen’s voice, polite and steady, coming from right outside the door.

"Breakfast is ready downstairs. Should I bring a tray up, or will you be coming down?"

My heart leaps straight into my throat.

*Oh god.*

I instantly freeze, my body going completely taut. I hold my breath, terror washing over me as I realize how loud we’ve been.

Bael’s thrusts stutter for a single second. He slows down, his chest heaving against my back, his cock still buried deep inside my pulsing, wet body.

"Bael... stop..." I whisper in panic, turning my face into the pillow. "She’s outside..."

Bael stares at the door, his pupils fully dilated, his chest rising and falling fast. He tries to pull back, tries to hold himself still to give an answer—

But my inner walls, panicked and hyper-sensitive from my climax, squeeze his cock tightly.

The sudden contraction is the final straw.

Bael groans, a sound of absolute defeat, and instead of pulling out, he snaps his hips forward and slams into me with unbearable force.

"Nnnngh—!"

A loud moan surges up my throat. I bury my face into the soft pillow, muffling the sound just in time, my fingers clutching the fabric so my knuckles turn white.

He doesn’t stop. Driven wild by the risk and the tight grip of my body, Bael loses his mind entirely. He fucks me through the silence, his hips slapping against my rear with quiet, wet, lethal thuds.

"Mph! Mmgh!" I bite down on the pillow, tears of pleasure and fear leaking from the corners of my eyes as he pummels my sensitive interior without mercy.

Outside, Mrs. Wen pauses, waiting for a response. "Master Bael?"

Bael clears his throat, his voice tight, hoarse, and completely strained as he forces out a reply while continuing to thrust deeply into me:

"Leave... leave it downstairs, Mrs. Wen. We’ll... ah... we’ll be down later."

"Very well, Young Master," her voice replies calmly, her footsteps slowly retreating down the hallway and down the stairs.

The moment her footsteps fade away, Bael lets out a breathless chuckle against my ear.

"She’s gone," he whispers.

Before I can even register his words, a sudden, sharp swelling begins at the base of his shaft.

My eyes widen in realization.

*Knot.*

"Bael, wait—!"

He doesn’t wait. He drives himself in as far as he can go, burying his length to the very root, and thrusts forward hard.

The swollen base of his cock forces its way past my tight ring.

"AHMMM!"

I scream directly into the pillow, a sound of pure, blinding intensity as my body is stretched past its absolute limit. The knot locks firmly into place inside my wet, tight cavity, sealing us together so completely that not a single drop of air can pass between us.

The sensation of his knot locking inside me triggers a third, violent climax.

My entire body spasms uncontrollably. I pour out slick and warmth, my inner muscles crushing his knot in a desperate, endless rhythm.

At the exact same time, Bael stiffens behind me. A deep, guttural roar bursts from his throat as he pours his hot seed deep into my stomach, filling me up with endless pulses.

With a low groan, Bael gently pulls me down onto my side, keeping his body pressed against my back. His arm wraps around my waist, cradling my bump as he buries his face in the side of my neck, his hot breaths burning against my skin.

We lie there in the quiet room, locked together, our chests heaving in perfect, ragged unison.

The room is silent except for the sound of our shared breathing and the slow, steady thud of his heart against my spine.

I close my eyes, completely spent, floating in the warm afterglow of his claim.