Critical Stage

Chapter 0.

“Ah, ah... Nnngh...”

Cesare moaned as the spear of pleasure penetrated through the center of his body.

His inner walls clenched momentarily, and a surge of fluids gushed out from the intense pressure where they were connected.

The man could have slowed down after witnessing Cesare’s intense reaction, but he didn’t.

He pushed his entire shaft inside, further blocking the entrance.

The man’s glans thrust upward, threatening to puncture Cesare’s stomach.

Cesare squirmed as the man’s dick pushed deeper inside.

“It’s... too deep... ah, mmm... ha!”

“No, not yet. Your body’s telling me it wants more. Hmm...” the man said.

His fiery eyes shook, already lost in desire.

Meanwhile, the pheromones of an extremely dominant Alpha poured out like a waterfall, making Cesare tremble with instinctual delight.

For a moment, Cesare felt his lower half melting in extreme bliss.

Or perhaps, it was more than just a sensation.

SLAP, SLAP!

“Nngh... ah!”

After a sharp slap-like sound, the Alpha’s soft scrotum slammed against Cesare’s rear.

That sound disturbed Cesare’s ears, and made the air inside the room impure and chaotic.

Moans and heavy breathing echoed, like the growl of a starving beast.

“Just a little slo... ah, aah!”

With every move he made, Cesare’s body shook violently, as if he were going mad.

Cesare felt something inside him crumbling rapidly with every violent thrust.

The man whispered into Cesare’s ear in a hushed tone, amidst the wreckage of reason, destroyed and trampled like rubble.

“Your body wants more of me. How can I go slower when your body won’t let go of me?”

“Nngh... mm... oh!”

The overpowering scent of a true Alpha was too much for Cesare.

Even the slightest touches and pats were unbearable for Cesare’s vulnerable body.

Giving in to his urge to inhale the dominant Alpha’s mesmerizing pheromones, Cesare extended his arm, pulling the Alpha’s body close.

He wanted the sensation to linger indefinitely.

Cesare took a deep breath as waves of pleasure spread through his body.

The scent was breathtakingly intoxicating.

What Omega wouldn’t go crazy for the irresistible scent of an Alpha?

Their connection deepened with each impassioned thrust, the mood intensifying as they moved together in a rhythm that was both rough and unyielding.

The act was so intense that Cesare could clearly imagine and feel the veins of the Alpha’s ‘manhood.’

Just when Cesare thought the man couldn’t penetrate any deeper, he felt an even more profound thrust, testing the very limits of his body to the core.

With a force so powerful it felt like it could split his innards, the Alpha vigorously shook Cesare, gripping his waist tightly.

‘Oh, is it finally over now...?’

The man, disheveled and struggling to breathe, exhaled heavily onto Cesare’s chest and faintly muttered,

“Don’t get your hopes up. I’m not done yet.”

The Alpha bit down on Cesare’s chest as he thrust his weapon hard into him once again.

Cesare arched his back as if he got struck by a bolt of lightning.

He felt a strange warmth spreading through his body, but the man’s grip around his waist remained firm.

The Alpha gently touched the slackened hole with his fingertips, poked a finger inside, then brought it, coated with Cesare’s fluids, to Cesare’s lips.

A bitter taste spread through Cesare’s mouth, followed by the Alpha’s soothing whisper.

“I’ll never be done until this lewd body of yours lets me go.”

“Ah!”

The man was right; it wasn’t over yet. Cesare looked up, feeling the man’s dick swelling once again deep inside his belly.

Cesare acknowledged the fiery glare that lay beyond the butterfly mask, shining brightly even in the dark, splendidly adorned with sparkling cubic zirconia.

Cesare couldn’t identify the man; he only recognized the unmistakable presence of a dominant Alpha, an authority he couldn’t resist, his face hidden behind a mask.

‘How did I end up here with this guy?’

Cesare thought back to just an hour ago...

* * *

Bang, Pop, Pop!

Colorful fireworks burst from the cruise ship, dancing across the rippling sea, signaling the grand finale of tonight’s festivities.

Inside, guests lost themselves in the heat of the party, dancing with strangers in the spacious banquet hall, or stepped outside to enjoy the enchanting night sea with a glass of wine in hand.

There was only one person who just couldn’t bring himself to enjoy the atmosphere: Cesare Caruso.

Huff, huff...

His breath came in ragged gasps, and his legs, drained of strength, barely allowed him to walk straight.

Sweat drenched his forehead as Cesare leaned heavily against the corridor wall.

What had just happened didn’t make any sense, yet he felt its aftermath in every fiber of his being.

‘The cycle, the heat cycle it was.’

Though a dominant Omega, Cesare experienced his cycles less frequently than others, an irregularity that led to a certain level of complacency.

While most Omegas faced their heat cycle monthly, Cesare often skipped his, sometimes going months without it, which lulled him into a false sense of security.

Confident in this, he took suppressants as a precaution, but drinking alcohol unknowingly weakened their effectiveness.

Now, struggling to maintain his balance, Cesare groped for the support pole attached to the wall.