Fallen General's Omega (BL)-Chapter 40: Farewell- 2[M]

I stand at the edge of the bed, admiring my masterpiece sprawled out before me. Noelle lies there, panting, his body covered in a mosaic of hickeys, each one a mark of my claim. The red marks stand out against his flushed skin, a testament to the hours we’ve spent wrapped in each other. His chest rises and falls with each heavy breath, and the sight of him like this—a mixture of exhaustion and arousal—sends another surge of heat through me.

Cum—my cum—mixed with his slick drips down his thighs, creating an obscene trail that glistens in the fading light of the setting sun. The golden rays pour through the window, casting a warm glow over his body, making him look like a dream. A very erotic dream.

I reach for the cup of water on the bedside table, taking a few gulps to soothe my dry throat. My body aches, but in the best way, the kind of soreness that comes from hours of indulgence. I offer Noelle the cup, his eyes half-lidded with exhaustion but still holding that glint of desire. His lips part as he drinks, but a few droplets escape, sliding down his chin, trailing down the curve of his neck and over his chest.

The sight stirs something primal in me, a fire that refuses to die out, even after everything we’ve done. Who knew I still had this much left in me, and not in a rut.

Noelle’s gaze drags over my chest, and I can see the hunger in his eyes, a look that mirrors my own.

"You think you can get it up for one more round?" he asks, his voice low and husky, that teasing lilt making him sound like the vixen he is.

I feel my cock twitch, already stirring to life. "I’m afraid only I can handle this insatiable appetite, my beloved star," I reply, my voice dark with promise.

A slow smirk curls his lips, and he shifts, positioning himself on his knees. "Hands on the headboard," I command, the words rough, leaving no room for argument. Noelle complies without hesitation, gripping the headboard as I get up on the bed behind him.

His ass is already red, flushed from the constant pounding I’ve given him throughout the day. I give it a firm slap, watching with satisfaction as it jiggles slightly, the skin reddening even further under my palm. I slide my fingers over the marks, tracing them before I press one finger into his hole.

"Look at how bruised this hole is," I say, my voice thick with lust as I add another finger. He’s so tight and swollen, but still desperate for more. "You still want more?" I ask, knowing the answer, but wanting to hear him beg for it.

"Yes, please..." His voice is almost a whimper, desperate, pleading. "I need to feel you for days after you leave."

The words ignite something fierce inside me. How could I deny him when he asks like that? I never could, not my beloved star. I grip his waist tightly, my hands practically wrapping around him. He’s so small beneath me, and it makes me want to devour him completely.

I don’t hold back. I thrust into him hard, forcing a cry from his lips as I fill him completely. His body tenses and then relaxes, submitting to the force of my movements. "Yes... fuck..." Noelle moans, his voice raw as he arches his back, pushing back into me, seeking more.

The bed squeaks with each punishing thrust, the frame shaking beneath us. The room is filled with the scent of our combined pheromones, thick and heady, mingling with the sounds of our grunts and moans. It’s intoxicating—him, this moment, the way his body responds to me. Every thrust brings me closer to the edge, but I want to drag this out, to make him feel every second, every inch.

"You won’t be able to walk once I’m done with you," I growl into his ear, my voice rough as I pound into him. "Every step you take, every time you sit down, you’ll remember this moment. You’ll remember me."

Noelle’s body trembles beneath mine, his hands gripping the headboard so tightly his knuckles are white. "Yes... please..." His voice is barely above a whisper, lost in the haze of pleasure.

I pull him tighter against me, the feeling of him squeezing around me almost too much to bear. "Look at yourself," I say, and his eyes open, finding our reflection in the mirror across the room. The sight is filthy—his body bent over, my cock driving into him over and over, the muscles in my arms flexing as I hold him in place. His skin is flushed, his cock hard and leaking, his face contorted in pleasure.

"You’re so pretty when you’re like this," I murmur, my thrusts slowing just slightly, savoring the way his body reacts to every movement. "You’re mine, Noelle. All mine."

Tears well up in his eyes, not from pain, but from the overwhelming pleasure that’s been building inside him. His body is trembling, close to the edge again, and I can feel it too. "Thorne... I can’t... I’m going to—"

"It’s okay, my star. Cum for me. I’m right there with you."

With one final, deep thrust, I feel him clench around me, his body spasming as he cums, the warm, wet release coating both of our stomachs. The sensation sends me over the edge as well, and I let go, pouring everything I have left into him, filling him with my seed. It’s too much, and yet it’s never enough.

We collapse together, a tangled, sweaty mess, panting and trembling as the last waves of our climax fade. I press a soft kiss to his neck, murmuring against his flushed skin. " I’ll miss you so much." freeweɓnovel.cøm

Noelle doesn’t respond I look up and find he’s knocked out cold, asleep. I lean back onto the bed asleep.

*

As I look at Noelle, lying unconscious and peaceful, a wave of tenderness washes over me. He passed out during our last session, and I can’t help but chuckle softly. My heart raced with concern until I realized he was simply asleep.

I gently brush a few stray strands of hair from his face, marveling at how beautiful he looks. My emotions are a tangled mess—love, sadness, and a profound sense of loss. I reach for the cloth I used to clean him, still imbued with his unique pheromones. Slipping it into my pocket, I take one last, lingering look at him.

Leaving him behind feels like tearing a part of myself away. My heart remains with him, and the thought of departing fills me with a deep, gnawing fury. I step away reluctantly, my thoughts consumed by the love I’m forced to leave behind and the battle I must face alone.