His Breeding Obsession Chapter 193 - Healing Journey

Grecan looked bewildered.

 

Mirania was utterly exasperated. She had always found Grecan’s persistent and tenacious nature intriguing.

 

But had he been feeling like this all along?

 

What on earth have I done to you?

 

“That sensation-sharing… Can you do it anytime?”

 

Realizing that Mirania had caught on, Grecan’s face broke into an awkward smile.

 

After a moment, Mirania’s expression softened. The overwhelming, storm-like sensations in her chest had subsided.

 

Grecan, propping himself up on his elbow, brushed his thumb over Mirania’s swollen lips.

 

“Did it feel good?”

 

“I thought I was going to suffocate.”

 

Mirania’s horrified expression made Grecan unable to resist pulling her into a tight embrace.

 

“You’ll get used to it, and it’ll feel amazing. If we share sensations during that, you might just pass out.”

 

Still reeling from the lingering sensations, Mirania dismissed his words as a joke. She couldn’t believe he’d actually go that far.

 

At that moment, a warm hand slipped under her clothes, sending shivers through her body as it cupped the underside of her breast.

 

Mirania’s eyes widened. Grecan, who had been blinking at her, raised an eyebrow.

 

“Grecan?”

 

“I want you to feel good,” he murmured.

 

His thumb brushed back and forth over her hardened nipple, gently but with deliberate pressure.

 

Mirania’s brow furrowed slightly—not out of discomfort, but because the unfamiliar sensations were beginning to rise within her.

 

Grecan’s other hand slipped under her clothes, cupping her other breast.

 

“Hmm…”

 

With one hand, he toyed with her nipple, pinching, rubbing, and teasing it in every way possible, while the other hand traced circles from the underside of her breast inward.

 

Mirania’s hips twitched involuntarily.

 

“What’s wrong?” Grecan asked, pulling back slightly.

 

She opened her eyes halfway.

 

“It’s… very strange.”

 

The miraculous sensation-sharing was happening again. 

 

Though her body was one, it felt as if she had become two. She could feel not only her pleasure from her breasts being touched but also Grecan’s excitement as he caressed her.

 

It was as if two hearts were beating inside her, each at a different pace.

 

“How does it feel?” 

 

Grecan whispered, lowering his gaze. Unable to resist, he leaned down and kissed her red lips.

 

As he sucked on her lower lip, Mirania let out a soft sigh.

 

“In human terms… it feels like flying above the clouds.”

 

At her dreamy voice, Grecan paused, his hands still caressing her full breasts as he kissed her.

 

When Mirania slowly opened her eyes and looked at him, his lips twitched slightly, revealing sharp fangs beneath.

 

“When you say things like that, I can’t hold back, Mirania.”

 

With a growl of barely restrained excitement, Grecan swiftly stripped off her clothes. Before she could even react, he pounced on her.

 

Opening his mouth wide, Grecan latched onto her breast, his hands gripping her thighs and lifting them. He settled firmly between her legs, pressing his hips against her.

 

Even though he was still clothed, the heat of his erection rubbed insistently against her underwear, moving up and down. 

 

The sensation was so intense it felt like he might tear through the fabric and enter her at any moment. 

 

A faint flush of excitement rose to Mirania’s cheeks.

 

They were getting excited faster than usual. Both Grecan and herself.

 

‘Since I can feel Grecan’s excitement, I can’t tell if it’s me who’s excited or him.’

 

She sighed inwardly, but Grecan didn’t give her a chance to dwell on it. He spread her thighs wider and thrust his hips forcefully, while simultaneously sucking hard on her chest.

 

“Ah!”

 

Stimulated from both sides, Mirania opened her mouth and let out a shocked gasp.

 

Grecan’s chest was damp. 

 

‘Had he already started leaking pre-c*m?’ 

 

As Mirania looked at him in confusion, Grecan muttered sheepishly.

 

“I feel like I could go until my juice turns as thin as water.”

 

Mirania’s eyes widened.

 

“Did you already c*m?”

 

Grecan didn’t answer, only grinning slyly. He threw off his pants and lunged at her again.

 

Since he rarely wore underwear, his fully erect cock sprang out as soon as he removed his pants. The tip was wet with a whitish fluid.

 

Mirania, who had been skeptical, let out a soft moan.

 

Grecan, acting as if he was about to penetrate her at any moment, grabbed both of Mirania’s breasts and kissed her fiercely.

 

As his hot tongue, now even warmer, pushed into her mouth, Mirania’s eyes closed instinctively. With her vision blocked, her sense of touch became more acute.

 

The sensation of Grecan’s rough fingers sliding over the soft skin of her breasts, and the blunt, firm tips of his fingers circling and pressing her nipples, made her head spin.

 

When she let out a moan, Grecan, who was still kissing her, sucked it all in without missing a beat. He stole the saliva pooled in her mouth with his tongue as if it were nectar, only releasing her when she was gasping for air.

 

Lick—

 

Grecan licked his lips, and Mirania stared at him in disbelief.

 

“You really act like a beast.”

 

Her mouth felt sticky. Grecan calmly poured water from a nearby container into her mouth and said, “In front of you, I can’t help but become a beast.”

 

“You talk so well— Ah!”

 

Mirania, who was about to scold him for his smooth talk, suddenly gasped sharply. Grecan had started rubbing her clit with the base of his palm.

 

The soft fabric of her underwear rubbed mercilessly against her sensitive area under the pressure of his firm hand.

 

Mirania bit her lip and furrowed her brow, reacting belatedly.

 

Grecan clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction at her response.

 

“Of course, you can’t feel much through the clothes, right?”

 

“Wait!”

 

Her protests were useless. This time, he didn’t even bother to take off her underwear. He simply tore it off, and the thin fabric offered no resistance, easily coming apart.

 

Grecan’s bare hand touched her now fully exposed crotch. His hot, dry, and rough palm covered her silver bush and damp entrance all at once, and he began rubbing vigorously.

 

“Haah!”

 

Mirania let out a hot breath. 

 

The pleasure, rising like a wave from the relentless rubbing of his palm, quickly overwhelmed her.

 

Finally, when he pressed down on her crotch, Mirania’s toes curled. A hot, slippery stream of fluid shot out from between her trembling thighs.

 

“Haah, hng!”

 

The field was quiet as Grecan gazed down at Mirania, his eyes clouded with passion, and kissed her relaxed eyelids and soft lips. 

 

He waited patiently for her to calm down after reaching her peak, though he wasn’t entirely idle.

 

“Even your hair down there is soft,” Grecan whispered in an admiring tone, running his fingers through her bush like a comb. 

 

After playing with it for a while, he suddenly changed when Mirania, having caught her breath, pushed him away, signaling him to stop.

 

“Let’s do it again,” he said.

 

“What? Ah!”

 

“Once isn’t enough, right? Is this how you felt when you were feeling it?”

 

His voice, slurred as if drunk, made Mirania uneasy. 

 

Just as a flicker of anxiety crossed her eyes, Grecan slid his fingers into her wet folds.

 

“You get more excited when I touch you here, Mirania.”

 

With the seriousness of a scholar beginning an exploration, Grecan rubbed her protruding clit with his thumb while his other fingers teased her entrance. 

 

Mirania, her legs trembling, gripped Grecan’s shoulders tightly.

 

Grecan was right. Every time he pressed hard on her clitoris or thrust his fingers quickly inside her, her body convulsed deeply. 

 

Though he had always been sensitive to her sexual responses, the shared sensations allowed him to feel even more.

 

When Mirania reached her climax, Grecan also felt a dry orgasm.

 

“I almost came without even being touched,” Grecan said, looking pleased. 

 

Feeling embarrassed, Mirania twisted her legs and pushed his face away, but Grecan gripped her thigh firmly with his other hand and sucked on her fingers that touched his lips.

 

When their eyes met, Mirania felt all the strength drain from her body under his intense gaze.

 

Grecan flicked her clitoris upward with his thumb, causing it to swell. 

 

“Hng…!” 

 

Mirania bit her lip tightly at the mix of sharp pain and pleasure. 

 

To soothe the pain, his thumb gently stroked her clitoris, bringing a tickling pleasure that flushed her cheeks.

 

Mirania was happy. Excited. It was hard to tell if these were Grecan’s emotions or her own. 

 

Their heartbeats, once out of sync, seemed to merge into one.

 

As the speed of his rubbing increased, her mind grew hazy. 

 

“Ah!” 

 

Finally reaching another climax, Mirania buried her forehead in Grecan’s shoulder. This time, Grecan also came.

 

Though his member hadn’t been touched, the pleasure he felt as Mirania climaxed caused him to ej*culate involuntarily.

 

Having already come twice without penetration, Grecan inserted himself into her as she looked up at him with weakened limbs.

 

“Hng…” 

 

Mirania let out a soft moan. Her wet voice feigned vulnerability, was sensual, and tickled his chest.

 

Grecan, resisting the urge to move wildly, held her thin waist and began to move slowly. Mirania moaned again.

 

“Hng.”

 

“Don’t tease me, Mirania. You’re too sensitive right now. If I move too much, you won’t be able to handle it.”

 

Grecan, muttering under his breath, moved his hips with a serious and careful expression. His consideration, however, didn’t come across as particularly appealing to Mirania.  

 

The pace of his back-and-forth motion was excruciatingly slow, and though Mirania felt a bit impatient, she didn’t rush him. She knew Grecan’s patience wouldn’t last much longer than a candle’s flame.  

 

Just as she expected, it wasn’t long before sweat began to bead on Grecan’s forehead. 

 

Unconsciously, his movements started to speed up, but he quickly reined himself in, looking as though he was undergoing some kind of test.  

 

Mirania, inwardly amused, wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him closer. This caused the penetration to deepen slightly.  

 

Grecan, startled, looked down at her.  

 

“Mirania. Don’t.”  

 

“You’re so unnecessarily considerate,” she teased, ignoring his protest and tightening her legs.  

 

The penetration grew deeper, and the furrow between Grecan’s brows deepened along with it.  

 

“Come here, Grecan,” she called softly, though her gaze was anything but gentle—it was utterly commanding.  

 

In the end, Grecan surrendered.