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Kaito stood in the doorway for a moment, watching Asher under the faint glow of the kitchen light. The wolf looked worn, shadows under his eyes, one hand curled around his phone, the other braced against the table where the old book lay open like a wound. He’d clearly been at it for hours. The edges of the parchment were darkened where Asher’s fingers had traced the same lines again and again, as if sheer focus could force the secrets to reveal themselves. Kaito stepped closer, the floor creaking softly under his bare feet. He glanced at the page, the curling symbols so familiar and so dangerous that his pulse gave a faint kick. “I’ve managed to translate a bit more than you’ve seen,” he said, his voice quieter now. “The book doesn’t talk about creation so much as… separation. It says that once, the Moon’s light was shared between two vessels, one that held its power in spirit, the other in blood. The mages became the Moonlits, the spirit keepers. The wolves, the blood-bearers.” A moment of silence fell between them before Kaito continued. “Back then, there wasn’t a divide. The goddess, Lunara, before she became myth, made them as halves of one order. Magic and instinct working together. But somewhere along the way, both sides forgot that. The Moonlits thought the wolves were beasts who’d lost her grace. The wolves believed the Moonlits had stolen it. And so they turned on each other.” Kaito reached out, brushing his fingers along the faded script. The runes pulsed faintly under his touch, responding not with magic, there could be none here, but with memory, as if the parchment itself remembered what he was saying. “It says the balance broke when pride took root,” Kaito continued softly. “Neither side believed the other strong enough to guard the goddess’s legacy. And that’s when a prophecy appeared. A single line, written in the oldest tongue.” Kaito looked at Asher before he spoke again. "I havent translate it to you before because I wasn’t sure what it meant until now. And because I knew you wouldn’t like it". He took a breath, meeting Asher’s eyes. “It says: ‘When moonlight walks in flesh and blood, the divide will close, and the world will tremble anew.’” “A hybrid. Someone born of both lineages—part wolf, part magus. A living balance between instinct and magic.” He paused. “Someone like that could end the feud. Or destroy everything holding it together”, Kaito said, his voice quiet but firm. “The Moonlits would never accept that a wolf could carry the goddess’s light in their blood. And the packs… well, you’ve seen how they react to anything even close to magic. Even you...” his voice was a mere whisper at the end. He glanced at the book again. The runes almost seemed to shimmer under the lamplight, as if the truth had been waiting for someone willing to see it. “It’s not about power,” he murmured. “It’s about fear. Wolves fear what they don’t understand. Mages fear what they can’t control. A hybrid would make both irrelevant. That’s what they’re afraid of,” his gaze drifting to the window. The city outside was still, but his mind wasn’t. The words he’d translated wouldn’t leave him. And the way Asher’s eyes caught the moonlight—how the runes always reacted when he was near—made Kaito wonder if maybe the reason wasn’t just written in the book. Maybe it was sitting right across from him.

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When his thumb brushed along the line of Fang’s jaw, Sora felt the faint tremor of his own fingers. Sora thought he was good at pretending. Pretending to be unaffected, pretending that the flutter in his chest was just adrenaline. Yet now, standing like this, caught between the steady rhythm of his breathing and the fire in Fang’s eyes, the act was slipping. He felt the shift before he could react — strong hands moving, the sudden weightlessness that made his stomach twist. In one smooth motion he was lifted, legs instinctively wrapping around Fang’s waist as the world tilted around them. For a second, Sora’s breath hitched. His hands clutched at Fang’s shoulders, not in fear but in disbelief. No one had ever handled him like Fang, with raw passion and need to have him as close as possible. And then the distance between them vanished in that moment completely. He could feel the other erection pressing into him and it was hard for Sora to sit still and not squirm against him. The thought alone sent a rush through him, heat flooding his face as his pulse raced. His lips found the familiar pull of a kiss that left his thoughts in pieces. Every time their lips met, it was the same — an unspoken challenge, and him fighting just a bit before surrendering under Fang’s dominance. Yet Fang was allowing him some leeway of control and Sora wasn’t shy to ignore the free pass. Sora could taste the edge of danger, feel it make his heart skip and his mind go blank. Every nerve in his body seemed to drink in Fang’s presence, as if he had been starved for it. When he kissed Fang, it was urgent and tender all at once, a silent attempt to make up for lost time. Kissing him like he owned him for months of neglect. He looked up, meeting Fang’s gaze, and shivered as Fang moved and sat back on the couch, Fang drew Sora closer, and Sora bent his knees, their bodies aligning in a quiet intimate rhythm. He moaned into the kiss as he himself rubbing against Fang’s hard erection with his own weight this time. Sora’s cheek were flashing a deep pink as his own cock was throbbing. His skin felt hot and he just wanted to take off his clothes off. Sora’s fingers clenched on Fang’s clothes just as Fang’s hands got bold and went under his shirt. He shiver slightly as Fang big hands caressing his body. The human squirmed him delighted. His hips couldn’t even stay still, they jerked gently back and forth against Fang’s crotch. Sora could only think how good it felt, feeling Fang against him. Although inside this wasn’t enough. Sora breathing was raw and heavy. His tongue slowly grew lazy when he focused on the other parts that felt good as well. When Fang suddenly pinched his nipple, a startled, embarrassing sound escaped him before he could stop it. Instinctively, Sora caught Fang’s hand in his own. A silent warning, a shaky attempt at control. But he didn’t pull him away. He didn’t want it to stop When Fang did pull free from their kiss. Sora’s breathing was raw and uneven — shallow, desperate Fang’s hand came up, hovering in front of Sora’s mouth as if make a barrier between them, but Sora’s warm breath still slipped through his fingers. The look Fang gave him was dangerous — hungry in a way that sent a shiver crawling down Sora’s spine. Sora’s own eyes were glazed, dark and liquid, locked onto Fang’s with an intensity that was almost feverish. He looked consumed — caught somewhere between awareness and surrender, desire making his focus waver and blurry. He didn’t want it any less than Fang did… and yet— [" If we keep going...I won't be able to stop.."] Sora forced himself to break eye contact, lashes lowering as he shut his eyes. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to — far from it — but this wasn’t the place. His chest rose and fell unevenly, breath still refusing to steady as he tried to speak. “We can’t… not here. Ray—he…” The words came out fractured, tangled between desire and reason. Reality was quick to intrude. This was Ray’s place. The thought hit him like a splash of cold water. Ray would know — he’d smell it in the air if they lost control here. And the idea of anyone walking in on them, made Sora’s skin prickle. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to move. His hand slid between them, gently pushing Fang’s aside. The touch wasn’t rejection, just a pause. Leaning close, Sora’s lips brushed Fang’s ear, his voice a low whisper that trembled despite his effort to sound calm. “I’m not saying no… just wait. Until we get home.” His breath ghosted warm against Fang’s skin, the last exhale tapering off into a small, restrained sigh — the kind that carried the weight of wanting but refusing to give in. His heartbeat was still wild, but beneath the restraint, a promise lingered.

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Asher found himself getting caught staring back into Kaito’s faintly glowing eyes. Like fainting amber or liquid fire danci dancing around his irises, an otherworldly shimmer that tugged at Asher’s attention longer than he meant it to. He didn’t comment. He didn’t know mages eyes did that.. not in that color. He’d seen red, purple or green. Never gold. And it wasn’t like how his own eyes would glow either. They moved up to the apartment and it was very clear Kaito’s was exausted. Asher carried most of the bags for him which seemed like a good call, seen as Kaito flipped over on the couch as soon as as he’d taken his shoes off. Asher simply looked at him but decided to let him be and took the bags to Kaito’s room. Needing something to busy himself with as his nerves calmed down, he started to unpack and placed the clothes into the guest closet neatly. His fingers twitched with rage and adrenaline as he blamed himself for letting his guards down right in that moment. He should have sensed the mages coming, but he hadn’t, and it almost gotten ugly. When he was done organising the closet, he closed it and went back to the living-room to get a glass of water. He spotted Kaito asleep on the couch and adjusted the lighting in the room down. Asher went to the kitchen and pulled out a glass he filled with just water. He could have choosen something stronger like alchol. But he wasn’t gonna grow that into a habit. He placed himself by the window, watching the rain snake down the glass in uneven trails. The city lights blurred beyond it, fractured and distant, like an echo of a world outside. He exhaled slowly, the tension that had held him upright beginning to unravel now. Kaito’s words still lingered in his mind, looping back and forth like a persistent ache. They knew your scent. Your energy signature. That wasn’t just a slip. Someone had been close, dangerously close to know how to trace him. His jaw tightened. He’d taken every precaution, every route. Yet still, they’d been hunted down through the city like prey. The soft sound of leather shifting drew his gaze, unbidden, to the couch. Kaito was slumped there. The soft light caught on the man face. Asher pulled the curtains closed with a gentle motion, he took a blanket and put over the other to keep him varm. Then ran a hand through his hair, and tried to focus. He needed a next step—a contact, a trail, a reason why those people would go so far for a book. The threads didn’t fit yet, anything logical. The book told him nothing because he didn’t even know what to look for. No hidden message or cods as far as he could decipher. It was beyond frustrating. From the corner of his eye, the flicker of the fire place automatically started. Settling the room into its usual warm glow - the steady rhythm of rain softly hitting the skylight windows above. The sound was calming and quiet. It broke some of the uneasiness within him. That and Kaito’s soft breathing from the couch. He walked over to where the book still was and leaned against the table, arms crossed, gaze distant. “If they’ve got both of us marked,” he murmured to himself, “then someone’s rewriting the rules. Without us even known the first one." And that, more than anything, meant this wasn’t just a temporary solution. It wouldn’t be safe for him to return to the pack now. Not because they couldn’t handle a few dark sorcerers—he knew they could—but Asher refused to bring that kind of heat down on them. He’d have to call his brother too, let him know what had happened, make sure the others were aware of the threat. So no one should risk going into the city alone until they understood who they were dealing with. Whoever these people were, they would know his pack and his family were his weakness. Kaito… well, as far as Asher could tell, he didn’t have anyone. He never made calls, or mentioned friends or a lover, never seemed to worry about anyone. It made Asher think the mage lived in solitude. For a man like Asher, he couldn’t imagine that kind of life. Yeah, he liked it now and then, sure. But his family and friends were everything to him. And that was why he was here now. To find out why Noah had to die and avenge him. (Later) Asher was still at the table in his usal spot with his phone and the book infront of him. He’d texted Logan and the beta about the situation and both had respond back. He’d just leaned his forhead on his hand and closed his eyes for a minute or so. When he suddenly heard Kaito voice close by. ["Couldn't sleep?”] Asher looked up. He hadn’t even heard the first time when Kaito had called out to him. He shook his head. "Couldn’t, its bothering too much that I don’t know what is going on. I tried to decipher each and every page but I don’t even know what to see. Its about wolves and mages. I know that. Everyone knows both were created under the same godess. But from driffrent aspects that fundamentally are opposites. Yet this is not about that. It just says the two are destined to make a whole... it doesn't make sense."

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本日限定 全巻無料!! 11/9(日)00:00～11/9(日)23:59 Cmoa 東京心中 （Japanese version!）

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Julius could hardly tear his eyes away from the sight before him. The shimmer of Yukie’s scales caught the low light like liquid metal, each ripple of motion mesmerizing. His heart thudded with a mixture of awe and something deeper—something that pulled at the edges of reverence. He hadn’t expected to find this side of Yukie so breathtaking, and now that he had, it was difficult to look away. [“Remind me to never take you to the snake demons (...) You might end up their clan leader if you’re this excited seeing my smaller snake size.”] "Don't be ridiculous, I don’t have time for that." He winked at Yukie teasingly. "Besides.. I think you'd be jealous and start acting out." He answer with an innocent smile. He let out a small, incredulous laugh, running a hand through his own hair as he tried to process everything Yukie had just explained. “smaller,” he murmured, almost to himself. His mind tried to conjure the image of the second and third, larger and stronger version. The warmth of Yukie’s coils against his legs grounded him, a tactile reminder that this wasn’t some vivid dream. Julius lifted his hand, fingers brushing against one of the scales near him. It was smooth, cool, and alive under his touch. The slight flex beneath his palm sent a shiver up his arm. He tilted his head back to meet Yukie’s gaze—those piercing eyes now upside down as the other hung from the bedpost. It should have been absurd, but all Julius could think about was how easily Yukie seemed to exist between grace and danger. Julius chuckled softly, amused as he reached out to touch Yukie’s head and kissed the other's forhead. His gaze flickered over the sinuous shape above him, “I guess I’m still just… wrapping my head around all of this.” He smiled affectionly. “But I think I’d like to see those other forms one day. Just… maybe not all at once.” His tone carried a gentle teasing note, but his eyes held a quiet sincerity. He had seen a big snake before.. just not one with Yukie’s handsome features. His heart gave a traitorous jump at the idea forming in his mind. Curiosity he couldn’t ignore. He shifted slightly where he sat, the movement causing Yukie’s coils to tighten and flex around him in response. The sensation only made the thought more insistent. Julius’s eyes flicked to Yukie’s face again—those sharp features softened by the tilt of gravity, the way a loose strand of hair brushed toward him instead of away. It made the world feel off-balance in the most compelling way. He leaned forward slowly. The idea had started as something playful, but now it carried a strange weight, a quiet gravity that tugged at him more than he’d expected. His hand came up to steady himself on the bedpost near Yukie’s shoulder, fingers brushing cool wood. He could feel the faint warmth of Yukie’s breath ghost against his cheek. For a moment, Julius hesitated, caught between nerves and anticipation. Then, with a small, unsteady exhale, he tilted his chin up just enough to close the distance. The moment their lips met, the world seemed to still. It wasn’t a hurried or uncertain kiss, but the angle was strange. His neck bent awkwardly, but somehow it didn’t matter. The contact was soft at first. Yukie’s lips were cool against his, smooth in a way that made Julius acutely aware of the warmth rising in his own skin. For a fleeting second, he thought he might lose his balance, his hand tightening on the bedpost as if the world itself had tilted with the motion. The faint brush of breath between them stirred the fine hairs at the back of his neck. The kiss deepened just enough to blur the line between playfulness and lust. Julius felt the faint tremor in his chest spread outward—into his fingertips, his pulse, the space around them. It was still a perfect kiss, even for such an upside-down world. When he finally drew back, it was only by a breath. He didn’t move far, just enough to meet Yukie’s gaze again. His heart was still hammering, but he felt calm too. He found himself smiling shyly, as if realizing only now what he’d done. "Just so you know.. I wouldn't have kissed someone like this that wasn’t you... No matter how cute they are" --------------------------------------- "F##k!" Yumro grunted as his mate nibbled and bite his neck to taunt him. Haruhi just loved pushing his sanity to the edge. He knew fully well Haruhi was trying to mark min in love bites. Just as Yumro always did to him. Although centaurs wasn’t known for being aggressive while making love. Haruhi was probably the exception, maybe because a bit Yumro’s habits rubbed off on him. His cock throbbing with Haruhi’s asult to his neck. His hips thrusted in deeper to hit that spot his mate loved. When he reached it Haruhi couldn’t keep his focus. Instead his gorgeous little mate clung to him like his life depended on it. There was a quiet sound of fabric tearing as Yumro’s claws had accidentally grown out a little and making holes in Haruhi's stockings. Where he Haruhi by the legs. Yumro looked down without stopping the thrusting of his hips. Haruhi’s eyes were already dripping with lust and the sounds he made were so sinful and rewarding. He wanted to hear Haruhi sweet moans for the rest of his life. Wanted to please and pleasure him so Haruhi would never long for another. The raw need to possess Haruhi completely should properly had be a warningsign. But Haruhi wanted to be possessed, every fiber in his body confirmed he wanted this, wanted Yumro. The centaur's total honesty were so endearing and his lustfull moans made his ball ache. His member was hard as steel and his ball was almost blue at this point. Just once or twice more wouldn’t be enough. With this way Haruhi had set up for himself Yumro would have him groaning and moaning all night, till none of them had anything left to shoot. Yumro pulled out just to turn Haruhi around. With his back to him and his ass bent back against his crotch. His cock slipped back in easily, Yumro grunted in satisfaction as the tight heat embraced him again. He looked at Haruhi through the mirror as he held him up with his arms. One hand on Haruhi’s chest and the other on his hips. Bracing the centaur against the rough joults of Yumro’s thrust. The underwear was keeping Haruhi’s erection trapped but the bottom string had become lose from being stretched to give room for Yumro’s member. The dress was hardly covering anything down there. And with Haruhi’s legs spread apart there was a nice clean view of Yumro’s cock thrusting on and out of his hole. Balls slapping against the back of Haruhi's balls luke he was spanking them red and blue. "You look so beautiful, don’t you agree?" He asked as he stared at Haruhi while not letting up.

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