Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 176: Clean Up

"What- What did you just say?" Riven flinched. Did he hear Soren right? Did he just say it’s safe to put in?

"I said, it is safe to put in. Not toxic." Soren took advantage of the fact that Riven was frozen. He carefully took the heavy moonstone that weighed about a pound away from Riven. He already made his intentions clear. He had the moonstone shaped in this way for a reason.

"I don’t think I can manage this- this monstrous thing inside me!" Riven’s legs closed shut. No way! No way! He was only a poor little wolf.

"Come on now, do you think I don’t know what you can or cannot handle?" Soren looked unamused, as if Riven had nothing to complain about. He made sure to give the moonstone some texture. If Riven looked closely, he would see moons carved on the surface, specifically the different phases.

It would make for a more pleasurable experience, he was sure of it.

The leopard moved, with a simple pull of a lever, Riven’s legs were spread again, the chains controlled him.

Soren traced the tip of Riven’s dripping entrance, he thoroughly prepared this wolf for a reason. He knew what was coming.

"Wait! Let me tell you something!" Riven started to plead with Soren, trying to buy himself time.

Soren did not stop, he made sure to slowly insert it while Riven kept repeating the same.

"Hnngh-" Riven shivered. It was very sensitive, especially after Soren fiddled with it so much.

"See, it did not hurt." Soren carefully lifted Riven’s face and inspected it. There was a beautiful blush blooming on his face, but no sign of pain. His body was loose and not tensed. Riven was fine.

He truly was. He expected pain, but he did not feel it. It slid in pretty easily... Well, there was still a good chunk left that Soren would slowly try to push in, for now, he felt fine. His toes were curling and his hands dug into the sheets but he was fine!

"At least... Go slowly." Riven demanded with an edge to his voice. Why should he grab onto the sheets so hard and hurt himself? No, he would rather hurt Soren!

He saw Soren push it inside even more. It was half inside him, and he threw his back trying to steady himself. It was a miracle he did not hit his head on the headboard.

"Soren!"

"Scream my name louder." He said calmly. He was not going to let up, though. Before putting it in further, he decided to do something naughty. He twisted it, aware that the soft carvings of the moon on the surface of the moonstone would hit every sensitive spot there was.

And that was it. Riven violently shook, and tears formed in his eyes. He hadn’t been stimulated to this extent before. Even when Soren put three fingers in, he did not feel this helpless.

It felt like electricity. The shock took over his whole body, pulsing through every inch of him.

Seeing how Riven had just come, Soren took it easy. They still had five days, he did not want to completely tire out his little wolf on day one.

The sound of clinking metal echoed softly as Soren moved with speed and efficiency, unlocking the cold iron cuffs around Riven’s ankles.

Soren’s hands trembled slightly—not from effort, but from the restraint it took to keep himself composed. He had kept blueballing himself, it was his fault. He overused his strength. Riven was still young, he needed much more training.

Until then, he could only endure and hope Riven’s stamina caught up. He wished to spend an entire night with Riven, but for that, he needed to train the wolf’s endurance.

Riven’s head rested against the headboard, his eyes closed, lashes casting faint shadows on pale cheeks. His chest rose and fell in a slow rhythm, exhaustion weighing down every breath.

Moving carefully, Soren reached for Riven’s wrists next. The skin there was red, chafed from the metal that had held him far too long. The final lock clicked open, and the chains slipped free. Soren caught Riven’s arms gently before they could fall limply to his sides. For a moment, he simply held them, his thumbs brushing lightly over the faint marks.

He realised that he should get better restraints. Although it was oddly comforting for him to see Riven in his old chains, it was not good for his delicate skin.

He frowned, not once did Riven complain. ’I have to do better.’

He reached forward and gathered Riven into his arms, lifting him as if he weighed nothing. Riven stirred faintly, his head resting against Soren’s shoulder. He didn’t open his eyes but circled his arms around his neck.

"I’m tired."

"I know."

Soren cradled him tighter, as if shielding him from the very air.

"I’ve got you," he whispered, barely audible.

With large strides, Soren headed for the bathroom. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

The room was quiet except for the sound of water splashing.

Steam curled gently into the air, carrying with it the scent of lavender and crushed herbs. The bath had been drawn nice and warm.

Riven sat in the water, his back against the smooth stone edge. His arms rested loosely at his sides, eyelids heavy, but he made sure to open them. He enjoyed this feeling. The feeling of being served by Soren.

Soren knelt by the side of the tub and dipped a cloth into the warm water. He wrung it out carefully, then reached forward, brushing it gently over Riven’s shoulder. The cloth glided over his skin, cleaning sweat and any other bodily fluids that shot out.

"I’ve got you," Soren said again, his voice low. It was his way of telling Riven that he could fall asleep if he wanted to, but Riven was not going to miss Soren sweating and serving him! Look at him! So different from when they were in bed. So much more gentle, and not like a yandere dom at all!