NPC Fell onto My Bed C32

Chapter 32

Heat.

Noah understood the dictionary definition of heat extremely well, yet he had never once imagined what it would look like in reality. At most, he had heard tales in Last Chronicle about dream demons who entered the fragile dreams of mortals in heat-driven illusions.

Even then, Noah had never once been tempted in any dream. Dream demons only visited weakened humans, and Noah had always possessed a mind stronger than any other as a High Priest chosen by God.

So…

He had never even conceived that he would witness a human’s heat before his very eyes.

“Kh… No… ah.”

Gu Taeheon’s fingers trembled violently. The fact that he managed to raise his head and call Noah’s name suggested he still retained a shred of reason — but it was obvious he had very little of it left.

Noah had climbed atop him under the noble pretext of helping him, of treating him — yet now that he was here, he did not know where to begin. It was only natural; chosen as a priest of God, Noah had been utterly ignorant of carnal matters.

After a brief struggle with himself, Noah decided first to free the painfully swollen lower half beneath him. To do so, he would have to release their interlocked hands.

“Urk!”

“….”

“Taeheon-nim, Taeheon-nim. If you could release your hand for just a moment—!”

Abruptly, Gu Taeheon’s ragged breathing stopped cold. Strength surged into his clasped fingers instead, tightening like restraints. In the black void of his gaze, a dangerous gleam flashed.

“Why?”

The voice was short; the breath around it was heavy and rough, but the words themselves did not shake. Only then did Noah sense that something about Taeheon’s aura had shifted — subtly, but unmistakably.

“To run?”

“U-ugh!”

Clench.

Rather than letting go, he tightened and yanked downward — and in an instant, their positions reversed. Now Noah lay beneath him, trapped.

Dragged down helplessly, Noah blinked up at him with naïve eyes. He could not know that an apex Alpha’s heat sought to claim, to devour its partner from head to toe.

“That’s not it. Taeheon-nim, if you could just release your hand, I will remove your clothes—”

Without replying, Gu Taeheon expertly undid Noah’s waistband with one hand, pulling his pants down in one rough motion. Exposed suddenly to the open air, Noah instinctively curled in on himself and tugged his shirt down to hide.

Gu Taeheon didn’t allow even that tiny defense. He seized the shirt and yanked it up to Noah’s chest.

Noah’s pants were gone; his top was forced up to his collarbone. Never before had Noah exposed himself so indecently to another — his face blazed with shame. But Taeheon’s heat-blinded eyes saw none of it.

“Tae…heon-nim… ngh!”

That was when Gu Taeheon latched onto Noah’s chest. Without hesitation, he lowered his head and wrapped his mouth around a nipple, lips sealing over the pale skin.

Slurp, suck.

Sounds befitting a baby suckling echoed through the dim room. Noah, never having imagined anyone would ever suck his chest, squeezed his eyes shut. The moment he did, all sensation tunneled downward — to the place being mercilessly sucked.

“Huu… hu…”

As a priest chosen by God, he could not permit a vulgar moan to slip out. He clamped his lips shut, resulting in small pitiful whimpers instead.

Still — this much he could endure. When Taeheon’s aura shifted earlier, there had been a moment of fear. But if all he intended to do was suckle his chest—

“Hah!”

He had let his guard down. He never expected the other hand to touch below. As soon as his attention shifted upward, Taeheon’s broad hand closed around Noah’s member.

The calloused palm was brutal even in stillness; simply wrapping around him felt overwhelming. Noah’s untouched, delicate sex — never handled by anyone, not even himself — twitched once, and clear liquid spurted helplessly.

“You came already?”

Smug amusement traced Taeheon’s lips. Even someone as ignorant as Noah knew how humiliating it was for a man to spill from so little stimulation. Tears pricked his eyes.

Yet — there was nothing he could do.

As a priest raised in orphanages and monasteries, Noah had always lived communally. Purity of body and mind was mandatory — not only intercourse, but even self-pleasure was forbidden.

So for twenty-six years, his body had remained a sanctuary — untouched, withheld. Such overwhelming pleasure had never once been permitted by the god Aer.

“Y-Yes. So… please, a little slow—”

“Good. Come again.”

His plea for gentleness died before it formed. Expression blank, Taeheon gripped Noah’s sex and moved without mercy. There was no gentleness to be found.

Wet, slick… squelch.

The liquid Noah spilled only made it easier for Taeheon’s hand to glide. He did not stop there — his mouth returned to Noah’s chest, tormenting the nipple again. The sensation of being consumed both above and below flashed across Noah’s mind.

He could not resist. Pleasure crashed over him like a flood, sweeping away thought. Noah merely let himself be carried.

“Feels good?”

“Y-Yes… feels… good…”

“And me?”

Only then did Noah realize — he had been drowning alone in pleasure. He had come here to help Taeheon through his heat, yet he alone had been satisfied. Shocked, he glanced down at him.

In the darkness, Taeheon’s eyes gleamed as he stared up. Startled, Noah tried to help — though he knew nothing, he intended to do something.

But Taeheon stopped him. Instead, he clicked open his own belt.

“We should feel good together.”

His pants loosened, revealing his undergarment. Inside — something massive coiled like a caged serpent.

It was soaked. The quantity rivaled what Noah had spilled under Taeheon’s touch.

Taeheon tugged down the band slightly — and his cock sprang free. It pointed sharply upward, rigid and unspent, utterly unrelieved despite the wet cloth.

Noah had glimpsed its size earlier through clothing, but seeing it bare — it was even larger than he imagined. It was a marvel that his underwear hadn’t torn.

Noah swallowed nervously.

“I will… find oil—”

Even with limited knowledge, Noah understood: Alphas assumed the male role in copulation, Omegas the female. Taeheon was an Alpha — so Noah expected this. He had planned to seek oil to ease the way.

But Taeheon did not allow it.

When Noah turned, Taeheon mistook it as an attempt to flee. His hand shot out like a snare, gripping Noah’s waist and dragging him between his legs.

Noah found himself kneeling, rear lifted — and only then did the danger of the position hit him.

No. No matter the resolve, Noah was not an Omega. Accepting something that size without lubrication was impossible. He reached out to push away, desperate.

But Taeheon clasped his hand, interlacing their fingers again — crushing the last thread of hope.

“No.”

“T-Taeheon-nim, you can’t, you cannot—!”

“You’re not leaving.”

Taeheon steadied himself, stroking his erection once as if to align his aim. It hardly needed stimulation — it pulsed with its own fury.

Press.

He pressed the thick head to Noah’s sealed entrance. Too large, the organ slipped aside.

“I-It won’t go in. It cannot. Taeheon-nim, please, at least oil—!”

Taeheon’s brow twitched. Noah’s plea sounded distant now, unheard.

He gripped his cock by the tip and guided himself with precision. Then, with his other hand, he grabbed Noah’s rear — and spread it wide.

A sacred place, never permitted to anyone, was forced open. Noah’s eyes flew wide, pupils vanishing as white overtook his vision.