Bear’s Honey Chapter 3: Alphard Observed the Situation Gloomily

This is a short story by the same author as Home of the Zerg that I decided to do for my birthday. So I hope you enjoy this birthday release from me.

-Addis

 

Chapter 3: Alphard Observed the Situation Gloomily

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: KarateChopMonkey

Alphard was thirty-five years old this year. As a self-taught mage, his achievements in necromancy so far could be called “genius.” But genius only describes a specific area. In other aspects, there were many things he wasn’t good at. For example—sex.

Due to some childhood traumas, Alphard had lived alone for many years, with minimal contact with the outside world. The study of necromancy would, to some extent, erode various physical desires of humans, such as appetite and carnal desires. Not that they didn’t exist, but they were very faint.

In short, what Alphard wanted to express was simple. He was still a virgin.

Brand approached shamelessly, pressing against his legs, leaning his head close, and with slightly sharp canine teeth, he undid the belt of Alphard’s pants. His grip was strong, pressing Alphard’s legs so he couldn’t move, leaving his genitals exposed to the air, causing Alphard’s hair to stand on end.

Must this wall… be repaired? Alphard considered himself a stubborn person. He rarely backed down.

“Your penis is as pale as mine. Only the glans are slightly red, very rare!” Brand almost blurted out, Like a dead person’s. But though not smart, he knew that such words might annoy the mage in front of him, so he stopped in time and focused on eating.

Carefully, his hands touched the still soft and delicate penis. Brand opened his mouth wide as if devouring food—this posture made Alphard feel as if his genitalia might be bitten off and swallowed into the digestive system the next second—even if such a thing happened, he wouldn’t be too bothered, at most he would retaliate back because of the pain.

“Um, mmm… gulp gulp…”

Mouth moist, hot. The slippery tongue, like a meat snake coated with sticky saliva, teased the neglected penis for a long time. Alphard’s mind exploded, the unfamiliar sensation weakening his lower back, sinking into the sofa. He felt a slight warmth emanating from the area of ​​the penis, spreading throughout his body.

The aphrodisiac effect of incubus bodily fluids… so this burly half-breed was the real deal. Alphard’s thighs trembled slightly, still contemplating information related to the material amidst the silent shock.

Brand let out a grunt, feeling the penis in his mouth becoming semi-hard and swelling at a noticeable speed, blinking excitedly. Soon, the gradually erect penis became less accommodating, extending straight and poking into the base of his tongue. He momentarily withdrew his head, letting the penis slip out, the half-extended tip of his tongue sticking to the transparent saliva hanging between the glans and his mouth.

Even when erect, it was a pale color. Brand had never seen anything like this up close, staring for several seconds.

Just as Alphard began to feel a mixture of anger and embarrassment due to this strange experience, Brand, with one hand supporting the penis, licked it like he would food, his tongue tightly attached from the base to the tip and back again. He gently pulled down on the flesh folds when brushing past the corona.

Of course, it wasn’t cleaned completely, leaving more saliva behind.

“Mmm, mmm…” Brand mumbled incomprehensibly, barely audible. He didn’t want to let go, using his lips to grip the base of the penis like holding food, licking and sucking from the side.

“Ugh… mmph…” Alphard tilted his head back, his voice hoarse. He immediately widened his eyes after contemplating, unable to imagine the sound coming from his mouth. He had been stiff since earlier; hands clenched tightly on either side of his thighs. 

Brand had encountered successful “attacks” before; even if the men would regret it the next day and drive him away when sober, at least they were willing to indulge in pleasure once they were intoxicated. Alphard didn’t respond much, which made Brand a little downcast. Finally, he heard his response, albeit only a short, muffled moan, but it greatly encouraged Brand.

Although he didn’t understand the principle, Brand believed that ejaculating semen filled with burning desire would be much more delicious than the mere physiological reaction produced by hand. As the one begging for it, he didn’t have the right to demand this, but Brand hoped Alphard could enjoy it a little.

Brand finally spat out the “food” in his mouth, his eyes shining brightly as he asked, “My skills are still okay, right? Are you ready to ejaculate?” 

Above the sparse body hair, Brand rubbed his cheek against Alphard’s penis, which was completely stiff and pale. There were a few slightly protruding veins, not too horrifying. Inappropriately, Brand thought this thing had a kind of inhuman beauty. He lovingly pressed the hard and hot flesh stick against his cheek. The wet and lascivious sensation simultaneously aroused his lust and appetite—sometimes, it was hard for him to distinguish between the two.

“…Shut up.” Alphard took a deep breath. His mind was in turmoil. On one hand, he couldn’t deny the desire his body was experiencing. On the other hand, he didn’t quite like losing control over his body.

Brand was quite distressed: “How am I supposed to shut up? Just rub it with my face? Or are you willing to let me use my chest muscles or buttocks? I can also use my armpits…”

Armpits? What was that? Alphard’s mind went blank. Were humans such irrational creatures?

“Or does your ‘shut up’ mean you want me to shut up and seriously eat your penis? I’m really sorry, I misunderstood…!” Brand suddenly realized, fearing that Alphard might change his mind or soften up and not ejaculate, he quickly licked the soft tip of the glans to please him. He vaguely remembered someone saying that he had a seductive charm when he didn’t speak and had a distant look in his eyes, but once he opened his mouth, it wasn’t so wonderful. Apart from his unattractive voice, his thick accent from the rural villages of the mainland was also a big problem.

Eating was really difficult! Brand felt disheartened for a few seconds but quickly rallied, deciding to focus on the present and indulge in the meal before him. Brand lifted his upper body and lowered his head to engulf the fully erect penis in his mouth, elongating his neck to easily accommodate it almost to the throat.

Alphard felt a shiver run through his entire body. What was this? Was he touching the uvula of a living being? Or had it already reached the entrance of the throat? He was adept at dissecting corpses, but living beings were unfamiliar territory.

From his perspective, all he could see was Brand’s short brown curls bobbing up and down with the movement of his head, obscuring his face. This self-proclaimed skilled incubus seemed to be putting in the effort, or perhaps, as the depth of the oral sex intensified, he became more aroused. He began to mimic the process of intercourse with his mouth, making wet sucking sounds, the throat contracting and squeezing the glans tightly. At the same time, he couldn’t control the movements of his waist and buttocks, and the penis, which had just softened in his pants, hardened again, stretching the fabric as if it were about to burst through a hole.

Brand’s incubus tail snaked softly around Alphard’s trembling buttocks, slipping in from the left pants leg. This sent shivers down Alphard’s spine. The incubus’s tail seemed like an independent creature, slowly rubbing between the pants and flesh, revealing a pointed heart-shaped tip that peeked out halfway from the waistband, rubbing against the inner thigh incessantly.

“You… control your tail!” Alphard gritted his teeth as a warning. He didn’t know what the incubus was up to. This shouldn’t be part of feeding on sexual energy, right?

“Huh…? Mmm… I’ll try to… control… Hah…” Brand mumbled, trying to appease him.

The simple swallowing sound gradually changed in tone, sounding like real intercourse. Pleasure-filled noises leaked from Brand’s throat, stirring the dim atmosphere of the room. Although he was the active one, when engulfed by desire, he seemed to forget about talking.

The tip of Alphard’s penis was already oozing transparent fluid, greedily swallowed along with saliva by the movements of Brand’s throat. Even the not-yet-considered-semen fluid seemed to have faint sexual energy mixed in it, causing Brand’s entire body to heat up, ignited by the sensation. It was like enduring hunger with perseverance when there was no food, but after taking a bite of delicious food in extreme hunger, most people would find it hard to resist the surge of appetite.

“Mmm… Ha… Yeah, delicious… Mmm… Give me… a little more…” Brand pulled back a bit, drooling all over his chin. He continued to quickly suck and lick up and down, mumbling various words expressing his craving.

Now Alphard could see his face clearly, even the stupidly lewd expression when he sucked hard and the faint heart-shaped imprint in his eyes.

Brand could already sense that Alphard was close to ejaculation from the slight “twitching” of the penis in his mouth. It was as if he could already smell the scent of semen rushing out of the body and hear the subtle sounds. To speed up the process, he instinctively withdrew the tail that was originally happily rubbing against Alphard’s thigh from the pant leg, rapidly coiling it around the penis and grinding back and forth, like a spiral vine, in an attempt to please him.

Meanwhile, Brand’s mouth continued to suck, completely unconcerned about licking his tail or anything else, thoroughly wetting the flesh, his palm, and the black leather tail without distinction.

“…!” Alphard’s tightly clenched hand suddenly relaxed, his pale fingertips stretched straight, and then quickly gripped the sofa underneath him, arching his entire body backward. He didn’t know if he should notify the other party that he was about to ejaculate. In this regard, Alphard was clueless. But even if everyone else did it, he couldn’t. Who could say such a thing?

“Ah…!” Brand let out a panicked cry in the middle of the cycle of swallowing, withdrawing, and swallowing again. Alphard suddenly ejaculated, and the thick, creamy semen didn’t spurt out; it just gushed out steadily. Some even flowed down the glans. Brand wailed inwardly, too preoccupied to speak. He opened his mouth, took the entire penis in, and swallowed it down his throat with a gulp.

He wasn’t sure which part was absorbing the essence, but the long-lost warmth and satisfaction overwhelmed his entire body. His stomach and abdomen rumbled, and Brand squinted his eyes, expressing satisfaction as he continued to suck, his mouth full of pleasure.

There was even more essence than he had imagined! This necromancer seemed very weak. Brand had thought he could only spit out a few mouthfuls at most. Brand swallowed down the semen without hesitation, then released the penis from his mouth, licked his lips, and licked up the small amount that had dribbled down, using his tongue to collect it.

Alphard looked blankly at Brand’s lewd and somewhat foolish expression, still in a post-climax daze. He instantly thought about many things: how long he had been a necromancer, his goals, some faded memories, and even the hole in the wall on the second floor. When his mind returned to its usual calm state, Alphard watched Brand, still reluctant, licking his fingers individually. Alphard forcibly removed his tail from his semi-softening genitalia.

“Delicious! Alphard, your taste is just as good as I imagined. It’s not the smell of formaldehyde or decaying corpses, but just like what I smell in the wilderness, warm and inviting, with a hint of plant fragrance.” Having just successfully enjoyed his meal, Brand remembered Alphard was a powerful mage. If he made him unhappy, he might end up as a dried incubus specimen hanging on display. So he wisely retracted his tail.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, and I don’t care about taste. And it’s Mr. Hydras.” Alphard’s tone became stern; this was the second time he had corrected him today. Just because he stayed overnight and absorbed some essence once didn’t mean they were close or had any relationship. Alphard thought, You idiot who destroyed someone else’s house, don’t get too familiar.

He seemed normal on the surface, but as soon as he finished speaking, he realized he was still slumped on the sofa, his pants undone, and his softening genitals covered in saliva. This once again plunged him into a mixture of anger and embarrassment. He reached into his jacket pocket, took out a handkerchief, and vigorously wiped himself, preparing to use the fireplace to permanently destroy the cloth.

Alphard’s mood change went completely unnoticed by Brand.

“Oh, okay, Mr. Hydras. Sometimes, I’m not good at remembering long names. You see, I don’t even have a last name. Just call me Brand. Haha, thanks to you, I feel much stronger now! Leave the wall to me.” Brand patted his broad chest.

He wanted to tentatively ask Alphard if he wanted to go again or if he could use his butt to swallow some semen. But seeing Alphard quickly pulling his pants back up, Brand guessed he wouldn’t have a chance.

People were never satisfied. Just moments ago, he thought he’d be content to taste the essence. Still, now, he found himself even more hungry, especially after realizing Alphard, despite his gloomy demeanor, was probably an exceptionally good magician.

“The wall, now,” Alphard ordered tersely, pointing to the second floor, “get to work immediately,” 

“Okay, okay, I’m on it!” Brand rubbed his butt regretfully through his pants. After all that teasing earlier, it didn’t even come to anything. That was a bit disappointing. He quickly went to the second floor, observing the large hole he had created yesterday.

The morning sunlight streamed into the room, illuminating the dust particles in the air. The gloomy room, with its predominant gray-blue stone bricks, now looked completely different from yesterday, more beautiful and refined than most of the small-town shops Brand had passed by. Although the items placed around might seem eerie to most, Brand could see Alphard’s meticulous care and affection for this bedroom-cum-reading area. He scratched his head. Upon closer inspection, he realized he had gone too far.

“What do you think? How many days do you estimate it will take?” Alphard’s somber inquiry echoed from the spiral staircase, but Brand hurriedly turned to find no one. He only saw a figure with a black hood peeking out from the stairs, standing in the shadow where the sunlight couldn’t reach.

Brand realized that Alphard cared so much about the hole, not just because of the draft but probably because he didn’t like direct sunlight. He looked at the hole, then at the crumbling bricks and broken glass, then surveyed the room again, scratching his head, “Um, Mr. Hydras, do we have any mud, shovels, and extra bricks in the house? I can make window frames and help find wood in the forest, but we’ll need saws and files to work with.”

“…”

“…” Brand, who usually wasn’t good at reading between the lines, correctly interpreted Alphard’s silence this time. Besides being a laborer, he was essentially nothing else here.