Consciousness was a piece of broken driftwood, floating on a dark, viscous ocean. Shawn's dreams were chaotic and disordered, filled with cold hallways and a sense of endless falling. He felt trapped in a small, scalding space, every breath a burning pain.
Something... was pressing on him.
A weight as heavy as a mountain pinned him deep into the soft mattress, making it impossible for him to move. It wasn't a dream. The weight was real, with a startling heat, like a branding iron just taken from the forge.
He struggled to open his eyes, but it was all dark. Something was covering his face, maybe a pillow, or maybe... another person's body. A thick, sweaty, masculine scent mixed with a strange, sweet, and dangerous new aroma, brutally forced its way into his nostrils, making him dizzy.
Just as his chaotic consciousness was trying to distinguish whether this was a dream or reality—
A tearing pain, impossible to describe with words, exploded from a part of his body that had never been touched, the most private part!
"Ah—!"
A shrill scream, mixed with terror and agony, tore from his throat.
It wasn't a dream.
The pain was so real, so sharp, as if a thick, red-hot iron rod was being mercilessly and forcefully wedged into his body. He felt like he was being split in two. Every muscle, every nerve, screamed and spasmed in agony under this brutal invasion.
The drunkenness was completely dispelled in that instant, replaced by a bone-chilling fear. He finally realized what was happening. Someone, a man, was on top of him, possessing him in the most primitive, most humiliating way.
"Get off!!" he roared, instinctively beginning to struggle wildly. He tried to push the scalding body off him with his hands, but the moment he lifted his wrists, they were caught by a huge, powerful hand. The hand was like a heated iron clamp, easily bringing both his wrists together, then raising them high above his head and pinning them deep into the pillow.
He was pinned. Like a sacrificial lamb, his limbs spread, helplessly exposed to the hunter's claws.
He began to writhe his lower body, his legs kicking wildly, trying to throw off the scalding object that was ravaging him from within. But his resistance only brought a more brutal suppression. Another equally thick and powerful arm wrapped around his waist, not so much holding him as clamping him down. The muscles on that arm bulged like hard cables, locking his waist firmly in place, making all his struggles futile.
He felt like he had been captured by a bear. A huge, violent, and irrational bear. He could hear the other's heavy panting in his ear, a sound that was not human, but more like the low, lustful growl of a beast before it eats.
As his struggles were completely suppressed, the thick, brutal weapon that was churning inside him withdrew slightly, and then, at a deeper, more vicious angle, it once again pierced him to the hilt!
"Ngh... no... please..."
The intense pain made his vision go black in waves. Physiological tears streamed uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes, soaking the pillowcase. He began to whimper, broken, tearful pleas spilling from his bitten-white lips. He didn't know who the other person was; he only knew that he was being torn apart by a beast.
However, his pleas and tears were like hot oil on a fire, only making the other's movements more ferocious, more frantic. The bear seemed completely unable to understand human language; it only followed its most primitive instincts, thrusting again and again, tirelessly, into his tight passage, plowing and conquering.
The initial tearing pain, under the continuous, brutal assault, began to go numb. In its place came a stranger, more shameful feeling. His body, against his own will, began to betray him. The place that had been forced open, under the repeated rhythm, actually began to secrete a shameful fluid, trying to accommodate the scalding weapon.
With the rise and fall of the other's body against his, the whimpers he had initially made from pain gradually changed in tone. The sound was now mixed with a fine, unfamiliar tremor that even he found strange. It wasn't crying, it was... moaning.
He was in despair over his body's shameful reaction. He bit his lower lip hard, trying to swallow the shameful sounds, but only managed to let out a series of suppressed, pitiful whimpers, like a small animal.
The beast behind him seemed to sense the change in his body. The torrential assault paused for an instant. Then, it leaned down, its scalding lips pressing against the back of his neck, and its rough tongue gently licked the skin that was tense with nervousness. Immediately after, it bit down, not too hard and not too soft, on his shoulder blade, leaving a clear set of teeth marks.
This possessive, savage mark was like a switch, completely igniting the fuse of shame within Shawn. A strange, guilty electric current shot from the bitten spot, instantly spreading through his entire body.
The other's rhythm began again, faster than before, harder than before. Each thrust felt like it would knock his soul out of his body. The bedframe creaked under the strain. In the silent room, the sound, intertwined with the wet, sticky "slap, slap" of their bodies colliding, composed a lewd and obscene symphony.
Shawn completely gave up resisting. His consciousness grew blurry, as if he were sinking into a deep sea woven from pain, humiliation, and an undeniable, terrible pleasure. He had become a small boat tossed about in a raging storm, passively enduring the impact of the giant waves again and again, being carried to a dizzying peak he had never imagined.
After what felt like an eternity, the beast's panting behind him grew even heavier. The arm clamping his waist tightened, almost to the point of breaking his bones. Its movements reached an unprecedented, frantic peak.
"Argh—!"
Finally, with a long-suppressed, inhuman roar, a scalding, torrential flood erupted deep inside his body.
The searing heat was like a final judgment, making Shawn's body arch violently, taut as a fully drawn bow. He opened his mouth wide but could make no sound. A dazzling white light flashed before his eyes, and then, in an uncontrollable, violent tremor, he completely released himself.
The world, in that moment, returned to a dead silence.
The heavy body of the bear was still on top of him, its hot breath panting against the side of his neck, one breath after another.