Warning: PG18
This chapter contains explicit and graphic content. Please read at your own discretion. If you’re not comfortable with such material or prefer to skip, feel free to move on to the next episode.

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Boboiboy's POV.

In this moment, I could feel my body, but it was as if I were just physically present, drifting in a haze of sensations.

Nyx's embrace enveloped me, his hands gently running over my skin, his touch tender but laced with something more. There was an undeniable hunger in the way he handled me, as if he, too, were craving this connection. He held me so delicately, as if I were a fragile feather, yet every touch left an indelible mark on my senses.

As his lips pressed softly against my neck, a shiver ran down my spine. I wanted more-needed more than that fleeting kiss. My body ached for it, and the emptiness I'd felt for so long began to fade, replaced by the overwhelming desire that surged within me.

I hadn't been touched like this in what felt like an eternity, and the longing I'd buried deep inside finally had a chance to surface. My pulse quickened, and the sensations that coursed through me were almost too much to bear.

His gentle caresses were now interlaced with teasing, each touch lingering a little longer, just enough to make me ache for more. He was driving me to the edge, every movement pushing me further into a spiral of need and anticipation.

Then, as I watched Nyx lower his head, his eyes locked with mine, a playful glint flickering in them. He glanced up at me one last time, his gaze filled with mischief before he slowly, deliberately, licked the tip of my member.

Shit... I was already rock-hard, my body reacting to him without my consent.

That response made him pull away for a moment, sitting up. He shed his shirt, revealing his toned, sculpted body beneath. The sight of him stirred something deep inside my brain, something primal, and I couldn't help but let my eyes roam over him, drinking in every inch of his form.

His body was perfect, like it had been carved by the gods themselves
-muscles defined, skin smooth, and every movement exuding strength and grace.
Unable to resist, I reached out, my hand finding its way to his body, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my fingertips.

Nyx smiled, a small but knowing curve of his lips, as if he knew exactly what I was feeling. He took my hand in his, guiding it to his lips and pressing a soft kiss against my palm. The simple gesture sent a jolt of warmth through me, and as he arched his body toward me, I could feel the intensity of his desire mirrored in every touch, in every breath.

I realized that Nyx's hair had become a curtain to our intimacy, cascading to the side and brushing against my skin like silky, cold strands. The sensation was both soothing and electrifying, adding to the overwhelming closeness between us.

With my face burning, I looked up at Nyx and whispered, "I'm happy it's you, Nyx."

My words were meant to reassure him, to let him know there was no fear, no hesitation—only trust in this moment we shared.

As soon as I spoke, Nyx froze for a moment, his expression softening. But then, as if my words ignited something in him, he shifted, pushing my legs up and leaving my midsection exposed.

"N-Nyx!" I gasped, startled by his sudden boldness.

"You can't say cute things like that," he growled, sliding my pants off in one swift motion.

Embarrassment surged through me, my hands instinctively covering myself.

"W-wait—" I stammered, but he didn't pause. He tugged my shirt over my head, leaving me bare and vulnerable under his gaze.

My body tensed as insecurities bubbled to the surface. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to cover my chest and private parts. I knew I wanted this—I was ready—but the vulnerability of being exposed like this made my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

Nyx's demeanor changed in an instant, his intensity growing. His gaze darkened, and a low growl escaped his lips. He looked like a predator who'd finally cornered his prey.

"Y-you're becoming... very feral," I managed to say, my voice trembling.

"You've got to be kidding me, Boboiboy," Nyx murmured, grabbing both of my wrists and pinning them above my head. His strength left me completely at his mercy. "You're fucking sexy. Do you have any idea what you do to me? You'd make anyone feral and wild. I've told you before—I'm at my limit with you."

His words sent a shiver through me, and I couldn't find the courage to respond. Nyx leaned down, his face burying into my neck as he inhaled deeply. His body pressed against mine, his refined, muscular frame a stark contrast to my own.

Compared to him... he was perfect.

Nyx's lips trailed down, his mouth finding my chest. When his tongue flicked against my nipple, I couldn't stop the small moan that escaped my lips.

Nyx paused, his lips curving into a smirk. "So that's how you sound," he teased, his voice low and dangerous.

"W-what do you mean, that's how I sound!?" I squeaked, mortified by his comment.

"Shh, my Boboiboy," he murmured, leaning closer until his lips captured mine in a gentle yet passionate kiss. Despite the tenderness, I could feel the hunger in his movements, his body begging for more.

Our tongues met, gliding together as if we were trying to consume each other. I couldn't stop myself—I was just as hungry for him as he was for me. The friction of our bodies pressing together only fueled the fire burning inside me. My arousal became unbearable, my body responding instinctively to his.

The kiss broke, leaving us both breathless.

"Fuck me, please," I blurted out before I could stop myself.

Nyx's eyes widened in shock for a brief moment, but then a feral gleam took over. He didn't say a word as he pulled down his pants, his length springing free. My eyes widened at the sight—he was big, hard, and everything I hadn't been prepared for.

Releasing my wrists, he moved, pushing my legs up further to expose me completely. His hands were careful, massaging my entrance with surprising gentleness despite the feral look in his eyes. Even in this state, he still cared for me, and the thought sent a strange mix of warmth and excitement through my body.

"C-cute," I accidentally muttered under my breath, my eyes widening in horror at my slip.

Nyx's sharp gaze shot to mine, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He slid his thumb inside me, making my body jolt as pleasure mixed with the intensity of his touch.

"What did you just say?" he asked, his voice dark and teasing. He didn't give me a chance to respond before his movements turned into a deliberate, pleasurable punishment, leaving me gasping beneath him.

My breath hitched, my body trembling as Nyx's thumb pressed deeper, his teasing touch both overwhelming and addictive. My mind was a storm of sensations, every nerve alive and sparking under his deliberate attention.

"I—I didn't mean—ah!" My words dissolved into a soft cry as he curled his thumb, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me.

"You didn't mean what?" Nyx asked, his voice a low growl as he leaned closer, his lips ghosting over my ear. "Say it again, Boboiboy. Call me cute one more time."

I bit my lip, shaking my head. My pride wouldn't let me say it again, but my body betrayed me, arching into his touch as he continued to work me with slow, maddening precision.

Nyx chuckled darkly, his free hand sliding up my thigh and gripping it firmly, holding me in place. "You're so stubborn," he murmured, his lips grazing my neck again. "But I like it. It makes breaking you down all the more satisfying."

His words sent heat pooling low in my stomach, and I couldn't stop the way my body responded to him. My hips moved on their own, seeking more of his touch, and a frustrated whimper escaped me when he pulled back slightly, denying me the pressure I so desperately craved.

"Nyx, please..." I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

"What do you need, love?" he asked, his tone softening for just a moment. His hand moved from my thigh, tracing gentle circles along my skin before his fingers found their way back to my entrance. "Tell me what you want."

I felt my cheeks flush even deeper. Words caught in my throat as his fingers hovered there, teasing, waiting for my answer.

"I want... I need you," I finally managed, my voice trembling with the weight of my confession.

Nyx's eyes darkened with unrestrained hunger, but there was still a flicker of tenderness in his gaze. "Good," he said simply before leaning down and capturing my lips in another kiss, this one deeper and more demanding than before.

His fingers pressed into me, slowly, carefully, stretching me in a way that made my breath hitch. My hands clutched at the sheets beneath me as I adjusted to the sensation, the initial discomfort giving way to a rush of pleasure that left me gasping.

"Breathe," Nyx murmured against my lips, his tone soothing despite the raw intensity in his movements. "I've got you."

I nodded, my body relaxing as he continued, his pace unhurried yet firm, as if savoring every reaction he pulled from me. The warmth of his body against mine, the way he whispered soft reassurances in between kisses—it was almost too much.

My mind spiraled, every coherent thought slipping away as I gave myself over to him completely.

When he finally pulled back, his hand trailing down to rest on my hip, I saw a new kind of determination in his eyes. "Are you ready for me, Boboiboy?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion.

I nodded, unable to form the words, but the look in my eyes told him everything he needed to know.

As I braced myself, I bit my tongue to hold back the growing anticipation. It had been so long since I'd done this, and my body felt unprepared, yet so eager. I knew it would take time for me to adjust to Nyx's size, but I was determined to give myself to him fully, no matter how overwhelming it felt.

I felt his hands gripping my legs, pushing them higher, his touch firm yet reverent, as if I were something precious to him. The cool air brushed against my exposed skin, and then I felt it—his hard, pulsating length pressing against my entrance. My breath hitched, and my eyes widened, my body instinctively tensing in response.

"Boboiboy," he murmured, his voice deep and thick with emotion.

His words drew my gaze to his face, and I saw the raw passion in his eyes, the silent promise of care and desire as he slowly began to push into me. The initial stretch made me gasp, my fingers clutching the sheets beneath me as my body arched involuntarily. A wave of sensation washed over me—an intense mix of pain and pleasure that blurred the line between the two.

I squeezed my eyes shut, tears forming at the corners as I let out a loud, unrestrained moan. Embarrassed by the sound, I quickly brought a hand to my mouth, trying to stifle it.

I hate my voice when I moan... it's too vulnerable, too raw.

But as Nyx continued to ease into me, his groan broke through the haze in my mind. The sound was deep and guttural, filled with a need that only heightened my own. I forced my eyes open, and what I saw stole my breath.

Nyx looked utterly undone, his expression a mix of lust and adoration, his lips parted as his chest heaved. His usually composed demeanor was replaced with something primal, something lewd and hungry.

"You're just... fucking amazing, Boboiboy," he whispered, his voice barely audible, as if the words escaped him without thought.

His praise sent a rush of heat to my cheeks, and I quickly covered my face with both hands, unable to handle the intensity of his gaze or his words.

"Don't look at me like that," I mumbled behind my hands, my voice trembling with embarrassment.

But Nyx wasn't about to let me hide. As he pushed deeper, all the way to the hilt, the overwhelming sensation forced my hands away from my face. My back arched, and another loud moan tore from my lips before I could stop it.

I couldn't hold anything back anymore. The mixture of pain and pleasure was intoxicating, consuming me completely.

"F-fuck, you're sexy, Boboiboy," Nyx growled, leaning down until his face was just above mine. He groaned, his voice strained as he leaned over me. One hand rested on the bed beside my head to support himself, while the other gripped my leg firmly, holding me in place. His eyes bore into mine, filled with hunger and adoration. "The sounds you make... the way your body moves... you're driving me insane."

Hearing those words made me flush even harder. I let out a small, involuntary whimper, my
embarrassment only adding to the heat pooling in my core.

Nyx smirked at my reaction, but he didn't give me time to dwell on it. He began to move, slowly at first, pulling back before pressing in again. The rhythm was steady but deliberate, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.

I couldn't think. My mind was blank, lost in the sensation of him filling me over and over. All I could feel, all I could focus on, was Nyx. The way he felt, the way he moved, the way his body pressed against mine- it was all-consuming.

"Nyx.." I breathed, his name falling from my lips like a prayer.

He groaned in response, his pace quickening slightly as he leaned down further, his chest brushing against mine. The warmth of his body, the strength of his movements, the raw passion in his gaze-it was all too much.

My legs trembled as he shifted his angle slightly, and I cried out, my hands flying to his shoulders for support. My body reacted instinctively, pressing against him, craving more.

"You're mine," Nyx whispered, his lips brushing against my ear as he thrust deeper. "Only mine!'

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I clung to him, my fingers digging into his skin as I let myself be completely consumed by him.
I wanted this. I wanted him.

"Devour me, Nyx," | whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of our labored breaths.

Nyx froze for a moment, his gaze snapping to mine. A dark, feral grin spread across his face, and without another word, he began to move with renewed intensity, his thrusts harder, faster, and more precise.

My head fell back against the pillows as I surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. My body, my mind, my soul- it all belonged to him in that moment, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Nyx’s pace grew relentless, each thrust harder and faster, pushing me beyond the edge of reason. My body, completely surrendered to him, was no longer my own. It responded to him alone, every movement, every touch igniting sensations I couldn’t control.

I couldn’t even form words anymore, my mind blank as my climax hit me like a tidal wave. My body convulsed, and I cried out, trembling as I squirted across my chest and stomach, my release spilling uncontrollably.

Nyx’s hand was already there, stroking me through it, his touch sending shockwaves through my overstimulated body.

But he didn’t stop.

“Nyx—!” I gasped, barely able to get his name out before he drove into me again, his rhythm turning wild, almost animalistic. His strength was overwhelming as he lifted me with ease, flipping me beneath him in one swift motion.

My legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, and before I could even catch my breath, he pulled me upright, positioning me to straddle him. His hands gripped my waist firmly, holding me steady as he thrust up into me.

The heat between us was unbearable, our sweat-slicked bodies moving in perfect sync. The way his muscles flexed beneath me, the way his lips parted as he groaned my name—it was intoxicating.

“Fuck, Nyx…” I whimpered, my arms wrapping around his shoulders for support as he took control, moving my body effortlessly. His strength left me powerless, and I loved it.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice thick and husky. His hands slid down to grip my ass, lifting me and guiding my body up and down on his length. “You’re so fucking perfect like this.”

My face flushed deep red as his words sank in. I couldn’t respond, couldn’t even think—only feel.

Nyx leaned in, his face buried against my shoulder as he inhaled deeply, his breath hot against my skin. The sensation sent a shiver down my spine, and my body jolted involuntarily.

“Don’t hold back, Boboiboy,” he growled, his voice raw and commanding. “Let me hear you.”

I shook my head, biting my lip in a desperate attempt to muffle my moans, but he wasn’t having it.

“Don’t hide those beautiful sounds from me,” he whispered against my ear, his deep voice dripping with hunger. “I’m close, love. Let me hear you.”

His words sent a new wave of embarrassment crashing over me, and I buried my face in his neck. But when he thrust deeper, filling me completely, I couldn’t stop the loud, raw moan that tore from my throat.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his grip on me tightening. “God, you’re incredible.”

He angled himself slightly, and the sudden pressure against my most sensitive spot made my back arch violently. My nails dug into his shoulders as I cried out, overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through me.

As if that wasn’t enough, Nyx’s hand snaked between us, gripping my member and stroking me in time with his thrusts. My body was on fire, the dual sensations driving me closer and closer to the brink.

“Nyx, I—I can’t…” I gasped, my voice trembling as the pressure in my core built to an unbearable intensity.

“Don’t hold back,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my neck before he licked a slow, deliberate line along my skin.

I shivered under his touch, my body completely at his mercy.

“Boboiboy…” he growled, his tone strained.

I peeked at him through half-lidded eyes, and what I saw made my heart race. His expression was pure ecstasy, his brows furrowed, his lips slightly parted, and his eyes filled with unrestrained desire. Sweat dripped from his temple, glistening under the dim light as his body moved with unrelenting intensity.

He was breathtaking.

I clung to him as he drove us both toward the edge, my body trembling in his arms.

“Nyx, I—!” My words were cut off as he suddenly pushed me down, burying himself fully inside me. The sensation was overwhelming, and I let out a loud, broken scream as my climax hit me with full force.

At the same time, Nyx groaned deeply, his head falling against my shoulder as his own release overtook him. I could feel the heat of him spilling inside me, his body shaking as he held me close.

The room was filled with the sound of our heavy breathing, our bodies still trembling from the intensity of it all.

Sweat clung to our skin, and the air between us felt thick and electric. Nyx’s hands moved gently now, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along my back as he whispered my name like a prayer.

“Boboiboy…” he murmured again, his voice softer this time, filled with something deeper—something I couldn’t quite name.

I closed my eyes, resting my head against his chest as I tried to steady my breathing. Despite the exhaustion that pulled at me, I couldn’t help but smile. In that moment, everything felt right.

Nyx’s strong arms remained steady as he held me, his movements slowing, filled with a gentleness that almost made my chest ache. His breaths were heavy yet calming, his fingers brushing softly against my damp skin.

He lowered me onto the bed with such care, as if afraid I might break under his touch. My body, utterly spent, melted into the mattress, but his warmth never left me. He stayed close, leaning over me, his lips ghosting over my forehead.

His hand traced along my cheek, his thumb gently brushing away the stray tears I didn’t even realize were there. His gaze softened as his eyes met mine, full of something deeper than desire—something that made my heart flutter even as the exhaustion consumed me.

“Boboiboy…” he murmured, his voice trembling slightly as though he were confessing something sacred. “You mean everything to me.”

I wanted to respond, to tell him how much he meant to me, but my body was too weak, my mind too hazy. All I could manage was a small, sleepy smile, my fingers lightly brushing against his wrist before they fell limp.

As the darkness of sleep began to take me, I heard his voice again, soft but unshakably sure.

“I love you, Boboiboy.”

Those words wrapped around me like a warm embrace, echoing in my mind as I finally let go, surrendering to the pull of unconsciousness.

Even as I drifted away, I felt safe—completely, utterly safe—with him.

To be continue..