His Breeding Obsession Chapter 187

Mirania could feel him growing larger between her legs. She was bewildered.  

 

‘What did I do to make him grow like that?’

 

Though she had never experienced it herself, she had lived for a thousand years.  

 

She had heard stories of others’ intimate experiences and had even witnessed them. She knew that stimulation led to arousal. But what about arousal without any stimulation?  

 

As Mirania became lost in this unexpected question, Grecan began to move, and she could no longer continue her train of thought.  

 

The shaft, filling the narrow passage, slowly withdrew.  

 

It was clear that Grecan was trying not to rush, evident from the veins bulging on his arm as he gripped the headboard.  

 

“Ah…”  

 

Mirania let out a soft moan. As her breathy sounds reached his ears, thick veins protruded on Grecan’s neck.  

 

“Sorry.”  

 

A fragile voice, as if it might fade away, fell over her.  

 

‘For what?’ 

 

Mirania was about to ask, but his movements suddenly quickened, causing her mouth to fall open with a gasp.  

 

Grecan, having lost his self-control, moved like a wild horse galloping.  

 

Thud!

 

The fully embedded shaft struck her inner walls with force.  

 

Mirania shuddered, feeling as though her body might be pushed back.  

 

Reflexively, she tried to pull away from him, but Grecan followed as if he had been waiting for it. 

 

Then he thrust back in as if to pierce her again.  

 

“Haa!”  

 

Mirania’s soft moans soon turned into cries.  

 

Excited by the sound, Grecan pulled out almost completely before slamming back in with force.  

 

It seemed that everything Mirania did, even breathing, was a stimulus to him. Her body shook uncontrollably, and Mirania had no choice but to wrap her arms around Grecan’s neck.  

 

Grecan pulled her waist closer. Once their positions were set, he began moving his hips again.  

 

The shaft, rubbing against her heated inner walls, only grew more aggressive as time passed, showing no signs of calming down.  

 

‘Ah, ah, ah!’ Mirania’s moans grew shorter and more frequent.

 

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It was impossible to tell how much time had passed.

 

Grecan had climaxed five times, and she, too, had trembled seven times from sensations she had never felt before.

 

Her entire body felt drenched as if it might melt away. She was utterly exhausted. It was more draining than when she had fallen into an endless sea of flames and struggled to survive—three times more exhausting.

 

Hit me when I lose control. Grecan’s words echoed endlessly in her mind.

 

When Grecan climaxed for the third time and immediately began moving his hips again, she couldn’t take it anymore and hit his head, pushing him away. She was certain he had lost his mind, if not gone completely mad.

 

Grecan paused for a moment. 

 

Seeing this, she thought, At least he hasn’t completely lost it. 

 

Just as she began to relax, Grecan pulled her hand down and kissed her palm.

 

As he sucked on her fingers and moved his hips, Mirania realized she would pass out before he stopped.

 

Grecan, who had bitten her wrist earlier, now let out rough moans, his face flushed with excitement.

 

The mark from his bite was still visible on her wrist.

 

“Gr-Grecan… how long do you plan to keep this up?”

 

He moved with such fervor that he didn’t seem like someone in pain at all.

 

In fact, the more their bodies intertwined and the more he released his seed, the more alive he seemed to become.

 

“Grecan…!”

 

She shouted with a hoarse voice, and Grecan growled in response.

 

Thud! 

 

Mirania’s eyes widened as her body was flipped over.

 

As her smooth buttocks were exposed, Grecan’s eyes darkened. His heavy body pressed down on hers.

 

The thick shaft, now fully erect, brushed against her soft cheeks.

 

Slippery with sweat, it slid into the soft crevice between her buttocks.

 

As Grecan thrust, the thick head of his shaft plunged into her wet entrance, then pulled back, only to be sucked in again.

 

“Mmm.”

 

Perhaps due to the change in position, it felt deeper, and the pressure was intense. Mirania, pinned under his solid, muscular body, struggled to breathe.

 

As a moan escaped her lips, Grecan propped himself up on his elbows, lifting his body slightly.

 

Mirania took a deep breath. Her lungs, starved for oxygen, eagerly welcomed the air. Her shoulders and nape rose and fell roughly as she gasped for breath.

 

The graceful curve of her body, undulating softly, caught Grecan’s dark eyes.

 

His lips parted, sharp fangs glinting as he bit down on Mirania’s nape.

 

“Ugh!”

 

Grabbing her hips, Grecan began thrusting again.

 

The shaft, plunging from above, began to pound deeply between her legs.

 

“Haah! Ah, ahh!”

 

Mirania’s hands trembled as she let out short, rapid moans.

 

Eventually, Grecan placed his hand over hers, intertwining their fingers. His hand, damp with sweat and burning hot, engulfed hers.

 

Grecan lifted his head. Teeth marks were visible on her nape where he had bitten her.

 

Like a beast soothing a wound, he licked over the marks.

 

As his hot tongue licked the sore spot, a strange sensation washed over Mirania, and she let out a pained moan.

 

“Mirania.”

 

His deep, husky voice wrapped around her tired ears.

 

“You beast…”

 

Mirania cursed him as if she had been waiting to do so. 

 

Grecan’s chest shook as if he were laughing. He bit her nape again.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

She snapped at him with a breathless voice. Without a word, Grecan kissed the fresh bite marks before finally responding.

 

“It’s the mark of the wolf clan, left on a mate.”

 

“Hah…”

 

“I’ve been marked by you since long ago, so this isn’t necessary, but…”

 

Grecan bit her shoulder. Mirania flared up in anger.

 

“You said it wasn’t necessary!”

 

“It feels good. Leaving my mark on you…”

 

Now fully lucid, Grecan moved his hand down and gently cupped her breast.

 

Unlike his earlier rough movements, his touch was delicate.

 

A thin moan escaped Mirania’s lips.

 

Grecan listened to her moans as he looked down at her shoulder.

 

The red bite marks made her chest tremble. Unable to contain his passion, he pressed his lips to them.

 

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Grecan wiped her down with a damp towel, carried her to the sofa, and changed the bedsheets.  

 

After moving Mirania back to the bed, she turned over and began to breathe softly, lying on her stomach.  

 

Grecan carefully lay down beside her, also on his stomach.  

 

Mirania wished she could just pass out, but the moment she felt Grecan’s gaze, sleep fled.  

 

When she lifted her heavy eyelids, her eyes met Grecan’s.  

 

Grecan’s lips curved into a smile. He looked as fresh as a rose blooming with dew.  

 

‘I can imagine how I must look without even seeing myself.’

  

She must have looked the complete opposite of him. 

 

Amused, she let out a soft laugh, and Grecan’s eyes sparkled with laughter.  

 

“…I feel like I’ve come back from the dead.”  

 

Mirania rolled her eyes, scanning Grecan’s body.  

 

Even without asking, it was clear he was in much better shape than before.  

 

“It’s been over a month, almost two, since you collapsed. I was determined to question you thoroughly once you woke up.”  

 

“…”  

 

“Don’t you have something to say to me?”  

 

Her voice was hoarse as she whispered, and Grecan placed a towel on her neck, his expression troubled.  

 

“Didn’t you already know everything?”  

 

“I wanted to confirm if my assumptions were correct.”  

 

Grecan stared at Mirania’s tired face, brushing aside her sweat-dampened hair. Then, he moved his lips and began to explain quietly.  

 

Mirania absorbed every word he said, from beginning to end. She pondered his explanation and then asked for confirmation.  

 

“So, you’re saying you can now feel whatever I feel?”  

“It seems so.”  

 

Grecan nodded hesitantly.  

 

When Mirania stared at him intently, he nodded more firmly.  

 

“Yes, it’s possible.”  

 

“…”  

 

“I’ve decided to call this sensory sharing…”  

 

As Mirania’s gaze grew more intense, Grecan hurriedly added,  

 

“The reverse is also possible. You can feel what I feel.”  

 

“…That’s not what I meant.”  

 

Mirania sighed.  

 

“It’s not like you chose for this to happen.”  

 

Her calm tone made Grecan’s face brighten.  

 

“If you ever want to kill me, Mirania, you can just sever the connection between our hearts.”  

 

Mirania, who had been fine until then, frowned at his words.  

 

“There you go again with that kind of talk.”  

 

“Even if I die, Mirania, you’ll live on for a while longer. You’ll inherit my lifespan.”  

 

Mirania’s expression grew complicated, clearly not pleased.  

 

“Isn’t this a curse for you? A life entirely dependent on one person.”  

 

“A curse?”  

 

Grecan laughed genuinely.  

 

“It’s a blessing.”  

 

Unexpectedly, Mirania’s throat grew hot. Something surged within her. Her golden eyes filled with tears.  

 

Seeing Mirania cry for the first time, Grecan was so flustered that his expression crumbled. He sat up abruptly. Mirania blinked quietly.  

 

As he lay back down beside her, Grecan carefully touched her cheek with his finger, catching the tear that had just fallen.  

 

“Don’t cry.”  

 

“I’m not crying.”  

 

Mirania spoke coldly, and Grecan rubbed the tear away, smiling brightly. But soon, tension flickered in his eyes.  

 

“Even without sensory sharing, I can tell. If this is a misunderstanding, I’ll drown myself in a bucket of water.”  

 

“You and your nonsense!”  

 

As he looked at her with trembling eyes, the coldness in Mirania’s face melted away.  

 

In a voice laced with tension, Grecan whispered, “Mirania, do you… love me?”  

 

“…”  

 

“If you do…”  

 

With desperate eyes,  

 

“Stay with me. Through this lonely life, no matter how long it lasts.”  

 

A single tear that had been pooling finally fell.  

 

Grecan caught it with his finger and sighed in relief. He looked foolish, yet endearing, and Mirania smiled through her tear-filled eyes.  

 

A sigh escaped through her teeth.  

 

Anticipating a negative response, Grecan’s trembling eyes hardened like a statue.  

 

“If you don’t want to…”  

 

“…”  

 

“Then there’s nothing I can do.”  

 

“…”  

 

“But I’ll still follow you to the end…”  

 

Mirania clicked her tongue at his hasty reaction.  

 

“There’s nothing you can do, huh?”  

 

“…”  

 

“If it’s not me, you’ll die.”  

 

Grecan’s pupils dilated.  

 

Overwhelmed with emotion, he clenched his fists tightly.  

 

He blinked slowly, his eyelids trembling. His passionate gaze locked onto Mirania.  

 

As if containing all his intense emotions within his eyes, Grecan moved with utmost care and gentleness, pulling Mirania into his embrace.  

 

She rested her face against his strong shoulder and let out a soft sigh.  

 

Finally, sleep washed over her.