The Wizard’s Gray Bear - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Creak. Creak.

An irregular noise grated on the nerves.

“Uh……”

His head spun as though he was about to vomit. Cedric swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth in small portions to steady his breathing, trying to fight off the sensation of his insides overturning.

“Ugh… ahhh……”

The irritating creak, creak was mingled with soft moans, accompanied by the coarse breathing of some excited beast exhaling through its nostrils.

‘Pathetic humans.’

Cedric had always held such disdain for those enslaved by lust. Love, destiny, irresistible carnal desire—those were matters he believed had nothing to do with himself.

Were they not all simply the result of scarce reason and poor intelligence? Empty heads unable to fill themselves with anything noble, succumbing instead to degrading malfunctions within the vacant spaces.

“Haa… mm, ahhh……”

Sweet sighs made Cedric’s mood all the more uncomfortable. It was the honeyed voice of someone shamelessly enticing a partner, the sound of a light-bodied individual swaying their hips and releasing nasal moans without shame.

“Huff, hah… still… still need to fix more.”

A low, shadowy voice suddenly sounded at his ear, seeping into him like damp rot, reverberating from ear to toe in a shiver.

Only then did Cedric’s mind—half-sunk in sleep—snap sharply awake.

“Hah! Ahh! Nnngh… uhh… uuugh…!”

At the same moment, the delicate moans changed into increasingly blatant sounds. His chest rose and fell with laboured breaths, and only then did he realize with a shock that the vulgar sounds were issuing from his own mouth.

“Ugh… mmm… haa……! Ahh…!”

With a jolt like his heart dropping, he slowly lifted his eyelids. Through blurred vision he saw a swaying ceiling, overlaid by a dark, heavy shadow covering his body.

Perhaps because his consciousness had returned, his lips parted and poured endless moans as though releasing what had been pent up within him. They were sweet, pleading whimpers the likes of which he had never before heard himself make. Cedric could hardly believe such lasciviousness had lain hidden within him.

“Ah… hahhh…!”

As though something caught in his throat had burst forth, sensations long soaked and muted within him surged like a tide.

“……!”

Cedric froze, his whole body rigid, mouth slightly ajar, unable even to breathe.

His entire body tingled and throbbed—his fine hairs bristling, his senses sharpened to the point where the rest of the world beyond his flesh ceased to exist. Heat built until it was unbearable, then plummeted to a chilling cold, over and over. The dizzy blend of bliss seized and stirred his body.

Cedric was one chosen by magic. Encircled by noble power and select knowledge, he had not once lost control over his own body.

To preserve a lucid mind and pure soul, he had upheld a regimen purged of all impurities. His life had been wholly devoted to magic, to ascending to ever greater heights.

But now, as his mind went soft, fear of loss and ruin stirred within him. The movement that had unravelled him resumed.

“Elder Brother… still in heat?”

The childish phrasing was at odds with the murky weight in the voice.

“Ugh… haa……!”

Something thick and solid drove deep within him. So deep that Cedric could instantly picture its shape, wondering if his body might be pierced clean through. His own ungoverned inner muscles traced it shamelessly.

The firm column slid out only to plunge back in with force, every movement linking together with astonishing smoothness.

“Ahh… haa… mm… mmm…!”

With each of Cedric’s panting breaths, he felt his insides clench and flutter. His inner walls, like a lewd tongue, wrapped around and gripped the man’s organ, while the damp junction between them overflowed so profusely that slick fluid trickled free.

“We have to keep going until the heat ends. Your womb must be full before you can heal.”

A heated breath spilled across Cedric’s ear. The large body casting the shadow leaned down until their chests met. The heavy thud of his heartbeat and oppressive warmth pressed upon Cedric. Between his spread legs, the man’s thick torso fit flush.

A mingled scent of sweat invaded his nostrils commandingly. For Cedric, long used to the fragrances of soap and perfume, it should have been repellent—yet the instant he drew in the man’s scent, his lower belly tightened and a trickle of clear fluid escaped his sex.

“Nggh… stop… please, stop……!”

The unbearable sensations swamped him entirely. His loosened flesh welcomed the man’s penetration gladly, fluttering in delight, while his fingertips quivered with a sensitivity that chased only pleasure.

Pierced and shaken until his vision swam, Cedric felt it match the chaos in his mind. He blinked to clear his eyes, but each time tears clouded them again.

Not even knowing what he begged for, Cedric pleaded with the man.

Please. Please……!

But his voice, sunk in dizzy bliss, only fuelled the man’s lust. Twisting with pleasures he had never known, Cedric’s widely spread legs nonetheless locked tight around the man’s torso.

“Haa…! Ahhh… mmghh…! Mmm!”

The lewd chorus spurred the man’s motions on. His sweat-slick muscles churned like those of a finely trained stallion, driving Cedric harder.

Each time the man’s hips struck Cedric’s soaked rear, obscene wet sounds splashed into the air. Cedric thought his body might crumble or burst entirely.

At some point, he no longer heard the creaking of the old bed—only the harsh breaths of the man and the shame-softened moans spilling from his lips filled his head.

“Ahh…! Haaa……! N-no…!”

Light flashed through his mind several times. Tremors close to convulsions shook him, lifting his body in jolts. Right afterward, hot fluid spilled copiously from between his legs as the man, reacting to the spasming grip of his inner walls, drove himself even more savagely.

“Elder Brother… now I can do it all myself. I’ll fill your hole. I’ll spill inside you till you’re full.”

Somehow the man’s voice sounded almost desperate, but Cedric no longer registered it. He clung to the man’s stone-hard forearms and sobbed through ragged breaths. His sanity was entirely dissolved, and an admission poured from his mouth—a degraded surrender to the beast within.

“Haa… y-yes…! Inside me… release inside……!”

His chest swelled high and tight. His whole body shook until, like a puppet with its strings cut, he collapsed. One hot tear gathered at the corner of his eye and slid down slowly.

There lay the truth of an identity he had denied his whole life.

Cedric Bryant.

It was the moment he met his first heat as an omega.

Days without distinction between night and day blurred together in one mass.

His body was always hot, and at the approach of another presence he parted his legs readily. He grew accustomed to the overlay of the man’s heat, to the shadow falling over him, the heavy weight on his chest, and the thick member driving into him from behind—all things he came to feel were his own.

For the first time since being chosen by magic, Cedric ceased to think. He surrendered his body to sensations as if he were some lost item drifting on the banks after a flood.

At times it was fierce, at times gentle. There were moments when he coupled like an animal, ignorant of shame, crying out in lust—only to later lean his head against a sweat-soaked chest and steady his breath.

To be spared the burden of thought—how peaceful a thing it was.

Occasionally, when the fever of his heat passed, Cedric reflected on his life. He had thought himself to have lived flawlessly, yet lying on the man’s old bed always brought him unease.

For Cedric, magic itself had always been perfect. Apart from the monks and priests of the Holy Land—the central continent and thus the heart of the world—he had believed that a mage’s life was the most noble path to Heaven’s will.

“But is it truly so?”

Cedric murmured vaguely as he stared up at the mismatched ceiling of the hut, crudely patched with boards.

As though responding, the hut door opened and a large figure entered.

“Brother. Awake?”

“Yes.”

“Hungry?”

“A little.”

It was a rather dignified exchange for two who had, moments earlier, greeted the day with base coupling and panting breaths pressed belly to belly.

Though Cedric found his relationship with the man curious, he made no move to change the situation. Whether rutting together like beasts or treating him like a servant to be commanded, both had become strangely familiar.

“Ruben.”

Cedric softly called the man’s name, and the broad back, hunched within the hut as he bustled about, halted abruptly.