🔞 Side story : Lost Moon 🔞
Izala: Alpha
Mutsukumo: Enigma
Possible OOC
Not following in-game storyline
(In this chapter, Mutsukumo and Izala are lovers)
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Izala's room was quiet, bathed in the soft golden glow of a lamp that fell across shelves of books and weapons mounted on the wall. The air was a little cold, but filled with the faint scent of forget-me-not — not overwhelming, just enough to drive someone addicted to it absolutely mad with longing.
Mutsukumo walked silently down the hallway. The headquarters was deserted; everyone had retreated to their quarters. His pheromone — bird of paradise — seemed to grow stronger with each breath. That shapeless craving gnawed at him, steadily. He couldn’t hold back any longer.
Click.
The door to Izala's room swung open.
Mutsukumo didn’t knock. He didn’t need to. To him, any boundary between the two of them was paper-thin.
Thud.
He stepped in, closed the door, and locked it from the inside with his keycard. His eyes scanned the room. No one in the bedroom — but then his gaze landed.
Izala was lying on the sofa in the living area, loosely wrapped in a long robe. Beneath it, he wore a simple set of casual clothes, not enough to hide his delicate frame. His blue-violet hair spilled over, covering part of his cheek and ear. One arm rested on his forehead, his breaths slow and steady — seemingly still awake, even though his eyes were half-closed. The gentle scent of forget-me-not filled the room, making Mutsukumo freeze momentarily — then draw closer, like a moth to flame.
He stopped in front of the sofa, staring down at him.
Izala’s face was as calm as always, but the tips of his ears were flushed — a detail Mutsukumo never overlooked. He leaned down, bracing a hand on the armrest, and whispered:
“…How much longer are you planning to drive me insane with that scent, Izala?”
Lowering his body even more, Mutsukumo’s hand slid along the edge of the sofa and crossed the space between them to graze lightly over Izala’s waist — just a fleeting touch, but enough to make Izala's body flinch ever so slightly.
“Lying here like this,” he whispered, voice low and drawn out against Izala’s ear, “spreading pheromones all over the room… Do you even know who you’re tempting right now, Izala?”
Izala kept his eyes closed, but his ears grew redder, breath faint. He didn’t answer — as if giving Mutsukumo permission to do whatever he wanted.
Mutsukumo smiled — a dangerously dark smile.
“Pretending to sleep?” His fingers slipped between the robe and the thin waistband beneath, not pressing hard, but close enough for his heat to seep through. “You know what I want, don’t you? I’ve been on missions all day, breathing in that forget-me-not scent… without being able to touch.”
He leaned closer, lips almost brushing Izala’s ear.
“Your pheromones act all soft and subtle… but I know better. You’re not ‘subtle’ at all, not deep down.” His voice lowered to a murmur, dark and honeyed. “Your face stays blank, but the moment I tug a little— you’ll moan like you always do… won’t you, Izala?”
Izala’s heart pounded. But he didn’t open his eyes. Mutsukumo knew he was listening — reacting — just stubbornly holding onto that icy mask.
Mutsukumo let out a quiet laugh, grazing his teeth gently against Izala’s ear. “Still pretending to behave? Then let me retrain you — one reaction at a time.”
He remained close, hand tracing Izala’s hipbone like sketching him in memory. Feeling Izala’s subtle, quickening breaths, Mutsukumo dipped down, his lips hovering near the Omega's neck but not quite kissing — just letting heat fan over the skin.
“Your body is betraying that emotionless face, Izala,” he growled softly, tugging the robe up slightly, revealing warm pale skin tinged pink with heat. “You don’t have to say anything. I can see it — you want this.”
Izala stayed silent, body stiff. But his ears were crimson now, heart racing loud in his chest. He didn’t resist — in fact, he leaned slightly into Mutsukumo’s touch.
Mutsukumo reached out, taking Izala’s chin and forcing him to turn his face toward him. The rich scent of bird of paradise surged, overpowering the gentle floral undertone in the air.
“Look at me,” he said lowly, commanding him to open his eyes. “I didn’t come here just to sniff your pheromones, Izala. I came to mark you — to make sure every breath you take tastes like me.”
Then he kissed him — not gently. It was rough, deep, the kind that made Izala shiver as lips grazed teeth and their pheromones blended into a heady, intoxicating haze.
Mutsukumo’s hand slid from Izala’s waist up to the back of his neck, pulling him closer, whispering between breaths: “Next time, don’t lie out here in the open again… If you put yourself on display like this, don’t blame me for losing control.”
Only then did Izala let out a shaky breath, fingers clenching the sofa cushion as he tried to stay composed — but it was clear he was losing the battle.
Mutsukumo leaned in, gripping Izala’s waist tightly and pulling him flush against his body, as if afraid he’d vanish. He chuckled softly against Izala’s ear — a dark, rumbling sound that poured fuel onto a fire that had been smoldering since the otherworldly altar.
“You’re not being very obedient, Izala…” he whispered, breath ghosting over Izala’s ear, making it flush even redder. “You dare lie here alone, pheromones sweet enough to drive me crazy. You knew I’d come for you, didn’t you? And still, you stayed like this?”
Izala turned his face away, silent — but his spine was taut, lips pressed shut, breath fast and uneven. His violet-blue hair fell over his ears, but couldn’t hide the scent that now filled the room — forget-me-not, gentle but dangerously tempting.
Mutsukumo lowered his head, leaving a soft bite on Izala’s neck — not a real marking yet, just a warning carved into skin.
“Don’t turn away,” he murmured, “I want to see that face when you try to hold it in. Blank expression, ears burning, heart pounding like it’ll break your ribs. Are you that desperate for me to touch you?”
His hand slid down from Izala’s waist to his thigh, squeezing lightly: “Lying here, teasing me with that pheromone… You’re provoking me, aren’t you? Wanting me to pin you down on this sofa, make you cry out with that hoarse voice I’m addicted to?”
Izala trembled slightly, turning further away — but didn’t struggle or move away. His breathing turned heavy, and that forget-me-not scent began to thicken, though still as gentle as ever.
Mutsukumo leaned in, cupped Izala’s chin again, forcing him to face forward. “Be good, Izala. You can turn your face away, but I’ll make sure you can’t hide anything anymore… This body — every part, every reaction — will belong to me.”
And then Mutsukumo didn’t hold back.
His hand tightened around Izala’s waist, pressing him into the sofa, lips trailing roughly down his neck before biting — hard and deep enough to make Izala jolt. His breath caught, hands gripping the cushion beneath, unable to make a sound, but his body’s response was undeniable.
“Don’t hold it in,” Mutsukumo whispered darkly, his voice thick with desire. “I love you, Izala. That means I have the right to mark you — to make you tremble from my touch — to leave you breathless, overwhelmed by the scent of my pheromones tangled around yours.”
He bit down hard on Izala’s nape again — not enough to be a full Enigma mark like he’d give to prey, but deep enough to leave a purple-red bruise, a statement of possession. The thick, burning scent of bird of paradise coiled into every fold of Izala’s clothes, overwhelming the gentle forget-me-not scent now pulsing erratically from his body.
Izala bit his lower lip, eyes still cold, face devoid of color — but his ears were flushed red, almost burning, and his heart thudded like it wanted to break free from his chest. His body arched subtly with Mutsukumo’s every movement, instinctively reacting even as he tried to suppress it.
“You love me, don’t you?” Mutsukumo whispered, his tongue brushing over the bite mark where blood had begun to bead. “Then stop hiding. Don’t push me away with that blank, emotionless stare. I’ll make sure you can’t hide anything when you’re in front of me.”
He leaned in closer, every breath he exhaled scorching against Izala’s skin like wildfire stealing away reason.
His fingers slid along Izala’s neck, then gripped his chin, tilting his face up, forcing those eyes to meet his own — eyes burning with desire, intense enough to consume him whole.
“Iza…” he breathed the name, voice deep and hoarse, like he could strip the air from Izala’s lungs with that single utterance. “Make love to me, will you?”
But it wasn’t a question. It was a dangerous invitation, a sweet coercion that Izala could no longer escape from.
“Do you know how seductive your eyes look right now?” — Mutsukumo leaned closer, lips grazing the edge of Izala’s ear, his whisper thick with provocation — “The way you gasp… the way your ears turn red when I touch you… every bit of it makes me want to pin you down right here, right now.”
He licked the edge of Izala’s ear, then nibbled it gently — an act dripping with possessiveness.
“You pretend to be composed, but beneath those clothes… I know your skin is heating up, your heartbeat racing. I can smell your pheromones… forget-me-not, trembling and sweet, as if begging me to devour you.”
His grip tightened as he pulled Izala flush against him.
“I’ll make sure you can’t even stand tomorrow morning. Every time your pheromones rise, I want my name to echo in your head.”
Izala said nothing, lips tightly pressed, eyes lost somewhere in the air between them, refusing to look at him — but he didn’t pull away, didn’t push him back. Only the crimson ears and uneven breaths betrayed just how shaken he really was.
Mutsukumo held him down against the sofa, his body pressing over Izala’s, heavy and blazing hot like wildfire. He chuckled lowly, sliding his hand along Izala’s waist, then lowered his mouth to his neck, leaving a damp, reddened trail.
“Look at you… you’re trembling already.” — he whispered against Izala’s ear, his voice a low rumble pouring straight into his bloodstream. “Izala, this look of yours, lying beneath me like this… it’s driving me insane.”
He grasped Izala’s chin again, forcing him to look up at him.
“Do you know what I love most about you?” — Mutsukumo licked his lips, leaning in so close their noses almost touched. “It’s that cold, expressionless face… slowly melting away when I make you lose control.
“You’re not saying anything — that means yes.” Mutsukumo smirked darkly.
“Tonight, I’m going to—”
He paused, lips brushing against Izala’s ear, voice low and thick with heat:
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, your pheromones will cling to every corner of this room. So that tomorrow, the moment you walk out, everyone will know you belong to me.”
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The floor was littered with their clothes, a tangled mess scattered under the dim light of the room. Mutsukumo still held Izala close, his hands roaming with greedy familiarity over every sensitive curve of his lover’s body.
Each time his fingers brushed against a trembling spot, Izala let out a shaky gasp, voice hoarse with pleasure. His ears had turned a fiery red, and the blush that now stained his normally expressionless face painted him in a dreamy, feverish pink.
Mutsukumo looked at him with burning eyes and a crooked, challenging grin.
“You know what I love most?” he murmured, voice dark with delight.
“When you can’t hide how much you feel.”
He didn’t wait for Izala to fully regain his breath. His hands slid beneath, lifting Izala’s hips, exposing his most vulnerable place. Under the haze of low lighting, Izala’s skin glowed — tight and flushed, despite his usual icy cold demeanor.
Mutsukumo shifted his weight onto his knees, stealing a quick glance at Izala’s face — now tinged with a soft crimson that spread from his ears to those once-emotionless cheeks. The scent of forget-me-not had grown stronger, thicker, like it was calling out — taunting him.
Mutsukumo smiled faintly, running his fingers slowly down to that untouched entrance — the part of Izala no one had ever laid claim to. He caressed it, letting two fingers slip in slowly. The wet, clutching heat around them made Mutsukumo shudder in pleasure.
“How does it feel, Iza?” he whispered against Izala’s nape, voice rough, seductive.
“No one’s ever touched you here before, right? Only me. Only I’m allowed to unlock this door.”
Izala couldn’t stop the moan that escaped his throat.
“A… ngh… don’t"
“Say it out loud for me… What do you want me to do next? Want me to tear you apart from the inside, so you know exactly what it means to be completely taken by me?”
Suddenly, he thrust harder, invading Izala’s tight entrance with two fingers. Izala screamed—not just from the sharp sting, but from the overwhelming pleasure rushing through him:
“A… uh… mmm… fingers… deeper… please… don’t… stop…”
Mutsukumo smirked, devouring the flushed face before him.
“That’s right… tell me, Iza… you want me to make you tremble, to possess you utterly, don’t you? This feeling burns you up, and you can’t hold back, can you?”
He pulled his fingers out for a moment, then pushed them back in fiercely, drawing choked moans and ragged breaths from Izala:
“A… uh… uh… ah!”
“Louder,” Mutsukumo husked, lowering his voice.
“Show me how much you love being claimed. I won’t go easy on you, Izala… I’ll tear down every barrier you have.” He thrust deeply again, savoring Izala’s gasps.
Izala clutched the cushion, trembling all over, cheeks flushed deep red, struggling to keep control — but clearly losing the fight.
“Do it… please… ah…”
Mutsukumo smiled triumphantly, continuing his exploration with two fingers, lifting Izala’s hips slightly for better access, then whispered against his heated skin:
“You belong to me, Iza. My fingers will awaken every tender inch of you until you can’t tell where pain ends and pleasure begins. Then I’ll fill you with… what you’ve only dared to dream about…”
Mutsukumo smirked with satisfaction, his sharp gaze locked onto Izala as if he wanted to engrave this moment deep into his memory. He didn’t rush but gently caressed Izala’s soft hips, leaving behind light shivers with his touch.
“Now, you’re ready,” his voice deep and warm, tinged with an irresistible invitation, “and I can’t wait any longer.”
Izala, still flushed red from face to ears, lowered his head silently, but his heartbeat was wildly betraying him.
Without waiting for Izala to react, Mutsukumo leaned back, quickly pushing discarded clothes off the floor, then slowly thrust his hips forward. Before Izala could compose himself, Mutsukumo’s rigid, burning cock plunged deep into his loosened entrance.
Izala choked on a breath, trembling all over. The mingling scents of forget-me-not and the intense bird of paradise pheromones from Mutsukumo overwhelmed him, making it hard to breathe. Feeling the full length of Mutsukumo’s shaft, Izala parted his lips slightly, trying to suppress a moan but failing:
“A… um…”
His voice dropped, full of threat but dripping with desire:
“Yeah, you can’t take it… then let me break you apart… Not a single corner of you left untouched, Iza. I’ll fuck you until you forget how to breathe.”
He continued pounding, hips thudding hard as his cock drove in and out, making Izala arch his back higher and higher, his face flushed with streaks of red from the mingled pain and pleasure:
“Ah… ah… you… uh… yes… yes… harder… uh… ah…”
Every time Izala moaned, Mutsukumo increased his speed and power, driving his cock deeper to the very bottom, causing him to gasp in ragged breaths. He leaned close to Izala’s ear, his husky voice whispering to tease him further:
“Hearing your moans… it’s so damn arousing. I know you keep that cold facade, but deep down, you’re just a fragile little beast, craving to be satisfied. Your forget-me-not scent only makes me more excited, wanting to fuck you down to the roots.”
Izala trembled, tears running down his cheeks as the waves of pleasure surged fiercely. He choked out between breaths, trying to hold back:
“Don’t… stop… uh… uh… don’t…”
Mutsukumo responded with a strong thrust, his cock plunging deep inside, making Izala scream out:
“Ah… uh… ah…”
Then he continued pounding relentlessly, his excitement at its peak, gripping Izala’s chin tightly, forcing him to look straight into his wild, passionate eyes:
“Hey… I want to see you moan… See that? You’re about to break, Iza. Moan softly for me, lift your face, and try to make a sound. I won’t let you go… tonight, your body and mind will belong entirely to me.”
At this moment, Izala could only tremble, making low, breathy sounds:
“Ah… ah… um… please… ah…”
Completely losing control, Izala was barely holding on. With every thrust, he sank deeper into the sofa, thousands of needles of pleasure igniting him, his body going limp.
Mutsukumo didn’t pull out. He held firm exactly at the spot that just made Izala climax. His breath was ragged as he leaned down, lips brushing against one of Izala’s nipples. His tongue lightly licked around it, then suddenly clamped down, sucking with eager desire.
“Hmm… Izala,” he whispered breathlessly, his voice hoarse with lust, “you’re this wet… let me suck on one side first to satisfy myself.”
Izala’s feelings were mixed: his nipple was tightly held in Mutsukumo’s mouth while his hips kept thrusting into Izala’s ass, each harder than before. Izala couldn’t hold back the shiver running from his nipple down to his spine. He buried his face into the sofa, moaning softly:
“Ah… don’t…”
“Don’t what?” Mutsukumo smirked teasingly, his fingers still exploring nearby.
“Don’t make noise? You like it, don’t you? Let one side cool down, then I’ll suck the other.”
He squeezed the nipple harder, his tongue teasing enough to make Izala tremble. Izala’s moans became choked and broken, caught between pain and pleasure:
“Ah… ah… um… don’t… stop…”
Mutsukumo released a bit of air, then sucked harder, making Izala feel his chest squeezed tight, every vein burning hot. The warmth from his mouth spread over the nipple, creating a tingling yet irresistible sensation.
Meanwhile, Mutsukumo’s hips kept rhythmically sliding deeper, each harsh thrust making Izala moan louder every time he slipped out:
“It hurts… but… it feels… ah… can’t… take it…”
Mutsukumo chuckled quietly, sucking while whispering into Izala’s ear:
“Iza… if it feels this good that you can’t take it, just scream for me. I’ll show you what it means to reach the peak when I play with you."
He continued sucking harder, while thrusting his hips fiercely, making Izala writhe under the overwhelming force. His penis plunged deep, invading every nook, while his mouth nibbled and sucked the reddened nipple as if savoring the most precious delicacy.
Izala tried to bury his face into the sofa backrest, hands gripping the edge of the cushion tightly, moaning with a mix of pain and pleasure:
“Ah… um… you… you’re making me… I’m breaking…”
“That’s right… break for me… let me feel you melting,” Mutsukumo whispered, repeatedly emphasizing his possession with strong thrusts. “You have to be tight for me to know how much you’re mine.”
He lowered his mouth, placing a long kiss on the reddened nipple, then lightly bit it, leaving a mark. Quickly returning to position, he thrust his hips even more harshly:
“Ah… um… ah…” Izala screamed, his whole body tense like a drawn bow, “Don’t… don’t stop…”
Mutsukumo smiled with satisfaction, kissed quickly once more, then finally pulled out, leaving drops of semen at the entrance. He stood up, bent down, and kissed Izala’s lips wetly, his voice low and husky:
“You’re mine now, my lapis flower,” he whispered, “Tonight, only I get to touch you, only I get to fuck you, and I will make you remember this scent forever.”
Izala trembled, eyes half-closed, his body limp in Mutsukumo’s warm yet cool embrace, his lips still stammering:
“Ah… ah… I… I’m… yours…”
The scent of bird-of-paradise flowers and lapis mixed together, filling the air with a sweet flavor, witnessing an unbreakable bond between two assassins in the wizarding world.
Mutsukumo bent down, his lips lightly touching the swollen, warm, semen-covered anus. His soft tongue licked along the sensitive rim, sweeping over the sticky trail left behind.
Izala shivered softly, quiet moans escaping from his throat as waves of tingling spread down to his lower belly. The scent of lapis mixed with thick semen made it impossible for him to hide his reaction:
“Ah… um… ah…” he moaned, curling his body, trembling all over with each movement of Mutsukumo.
Mutsukumo whispered right behind his neck, his hot breath blowing on his skin:
“Feeling good yet… Izala? Your asshole is mine now. When I touch it, you can’t help but moan. Huh? Moan for me again.”
He pressed his tongue deeper into the stiffening hole, then closed his mouth, sucking harshly, aiming to make Izala break down into sobs from the ripping pleasure before he could even settle.
Izala bent over, choking moans mixed with heavy breaths:
“Ah… ah… um… don’t… don’t stop… ah…”
Mutsukumo didn’t relent. He smirked, gripping Izala’s hips tightly with one hand, making sure Izala couldn’t pull back even a hair’s breadth:
“Still hesitant? How good does it feel to have me suck your asshole like this? Smelling my semen mixed with lapis… Are you melting, Iza?”
He increased the sucking intensity, the wet slurping sounds filled with lust making Izala hiccup repeatedly, his back arching, hands gripping the edge of the chair tightly:
“Ah… ah… um… I… can’t… help…”
Each time Mutsukumo pulled his mouth away from the anus, another drop of semen slowly trickled down, repeatedly sending a mix of heat and chill rushing through Izala:
“So delicious… Izala,” Mutsukumo hissed, then pressed his lips back down, continuing to suck. “Do you like it yet? Almost no one has ever touched you like this… only I have the right to take pleasure from every drop of my semen left here.”
Izala trembled, his lips stammering:
“You… you make me… I… ah…”
Mutsukumo looked up, smiling smugly:
“Don’t try to speak. Just let your moans and trembling body do the talking for me.”
He kissed quickly on the anus again, then lowered his hips so his cock hovered at the slick, wet crack:
“Now… you’ve endured this, don’t you want me to keep going? Huh? Want me to make you melt even more?”
Izala couldn’t resist, moaning loudly:
“Ah… ah… do it… more… um… ah…”
The scent of Mutsukumo’s bird-of-paradise mixed strongly with lapis in the air, proving Izala belonged to him completely. Mutsukumo smiled and thrust his hips hard, the wet slapping sounds of his cock hitting Izala’s slick anus echoed sharply:
“That’s it… scream louder like that. Tonight, I’ll show you what ecstasy is like when I take you completely.”
Izala moaned, his whole body arching with every relentless hard thrust, eyes tightly shut, ears flushed red beneath his blue-purple hair.
Suddenly Mutsukumo increased his force, thrusting hard, his cock sliding over Izala’s slick anus before plunging deep to the base. Izala gasped, choked, his body twitching uncontrollably, arching his back, hands gripping the chair fiercely.
“Ah… um… ah…” his moan broke out between pain and pleasure, breaths coming in short gasps.
Mutsukumo clenched his teeth, eyes flashing with wild desire as he thrust harder: “Iza… your pheromones are so sweet. If I didn’t know you were an Alpha, I might have thought you were an Omega.” His hoarse voice pressed every word deeply into Izala’s flesh, making him tremble even more.
Izala could only moan incoherently, his body melting under the fierce thrusts. His anus had loosened, allowing Mutsukumo to pull hard and thrust deep without resistance. With each thrust, Izala’s moans grew longer, his hoarse voice trying to hold on to his last bit of consciousness.
“Ah… um… you… you’re making me…” Izala faltered, tears streaming as he shifted from pain to climax — “Ah… ah… I… I’m dying…”
Mutsukumo gripped Izala’s hips tightly, the final thrust stronger than ever, releasing his semen deep inside the fully stretched hole. Izala screamed a choked cry, his whole body convulsing as if melting to his core.
He whispered close to Izala’s neck, hot breath brushing his skin: “That… is mine now. Keep moaning, Iza. I want to hear your moans stretch on and on, over and over, so this sweet, dreamy pheromone stamps deep into your mind.”
Izala trembled, eyelids heavy, but still let out a weak moan: “Stay… with me…"
Mutsukumo smiled softly, his hand gently stroking Izala’s back, then continued gripping his hips firmly, letting Izala savor the lingering flames of pleasure. In the dim room, there were only the sweet sounds of their bodies meeting and ragged breaths, mingled with the scent of bird-of-paradise and lapis flowers that wrapped around the two lovers in a night with no escape.
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