Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 23: So Sensitive

It was probably slow in real time but to Riven, the expansion felt sudden. Ronan had knotted. They were locked together now. His hands were still at work down below on Riven’s length. All these sensations together felt overwhelming. Riven could barely process them, they came one after the other.

He could feel the Alpha release into him after getting knotted and at the same time he was stimulated front and back to get his own release.

Like a little puppy, Riven kept whimpering, he was so confident in topping others and attempting it with other me,n but this was the first time he experienced it with... His new body parts. It was quite the experience.

It was hurting down there, the bulge from knotting was too much for him.

Overall, 8/10. I will probably, eventually get used to it.

Riven would most definitely do it with this alpha again, but for now, he needed to rest and recover, Ronan drained him. Saying it was punishment, again and again, he had been teased way too much.

Ronan slowly lets Riven go. He was able to turn around slightly and take a peek at Ronan and his huge cock! He couldn’t believe that this was in him just seconds ago, he took a closer look and thought, ’Wow, the carpet really does match the drapes.’

He had pure white hair down there too, it was... Kind of cute.

Except for the tie and slightly undone shirt, Ronan was still fully clothed, unlike Riven who was mostly naked except for his extremely ruffled shirt that stayed together by the grace of one extremely sturdy button.

Riven lay boneless against the sheets, his breath coming in slow, uneven intervals. The lingering warmth of Ronan’s touch still seared his skin, every nerve thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure. He felt utterly spent, his limbs heavy, his mind clouded in a post-bliss haze.

And yet... He knew he would do it again. Again and again.

But for now, he needed to rest.

Ronan had drained him, teasing him mercilessly under the guise of punishment, again and again, until Riven thought he might break apart entirely. The phantom sensation of each touch still lingered, his body oversensitive, but he found himself missing it already.

The rustle of fabric caught his ear, and soon, he felt the careful, deliberate touch of Ronan’s fingers undoing the tie that had bound his wrists together. The moment they were freed, Riven let out a small, involuntary sigh, his arms falling limp against the bed. He barely had the strength to lift them.

Ronan’s eyes darkened slightly as he took in the sight of Riven’s reddened wrists, the faint indentations left by the silk restraints. He had tied him up too tightly. Had he hurt him?

A flicker of something unfamiliar stirred inside Ronan—concern, perhaps. Or something deeper, something possessive.

Riven still lay face down, his breathing steady but soft whimpers escaping between breaths. His wolf ears drooped slightly, his tail curled around himself, as though seeking some form of comfort.

Ronan swallowed hard.

The sight of Riven like this—flushed, exhausted, so utterly undone—should have satisfied him. But instead, it only made something primal in him stir once more.

Leaning down, he brushed his lips over Riven’s shoulder, barely a whisper of a touch. He felt the way Riven shivered under him, the slightest intake of breath as his body registered even the gentlest of kisses.

He couldn’t resist.

Ronan tilted Riven’s face toward him, forcing him to meet his gaze. Those emerald green eyes were hazy, slightly unfocused, still caught between the afterglow and exhaustion. But what captivated Ronan the most was the damp shimmer along Riven’s lashes.

Had he pushed him too far?

The thought sent a pang through his chest. He had no regrets, none at all—but he didn’t want Riven to regret it, either.

And so, without a word, he captured Riven’s lips in a kiss.

It wasn’t like the others. It wasn’t rough, possessive, or teasing. It was deep, lingering, a silent apology wrapped in quiet devotion.

Riven melted into it almost instantly.

He was thoroughly satisfied with it, the alpha was taking care of him, so who was he to refuse?

He let Ronan pull him up, his pliant body moving without resistance as he was shifted into a new position. His legs straddled Ronan’s waist, thighs resting on either side of him. He could feel Ronan’s cock still large as ever. He held back the urge to rub against him, he needed a little recovery time before round two.

Ronan’s hands ghosted along his spine, fingers pressing just enough to make Riven arch into him.

And then, a new sensation.

Ronan’s hand slid down lower, down to the base of his tail, where he traced slow, lazy circles with his fingertips.

Riven gasped into the kiss, his breath catching in his throat.

His tail twitched.

"So sensitive," Ronan whispered in between kisses. He started to brush Riven’s fluffy tail.

The moment Ronan’s fingers trailed through the soft fur, a wave of pleasure curled up his spine, making him tremble in Ronan’s grasp. His tail twitched again, trying to swat away Ronan’s hand perhaps.

Ronan chuckled.

His free hand came up to cup the back of Riven’s neck, keeping him close as he deepened the kiss. His tongue slid past Riven’s parted lips, coaxing another soft sound from him. A muffled whimper.

Perfect.

His fingers continued their slow exploration, brushing, teasing, stroking the length of Riven’s tail with infuriating gentleness.

Riven shuddered.

He still hadn’t gotten used to his new tail yet! So stop teasing!

Every stroke sent a ripple of warmth through his body, and despite the exhaustion, he could already feel the embers of desire flickering to life once more. It was too soon. And yet—

"R-Ronan..." His voice came out breathless, almost pleading.

Ronan hummed against his lips, feigning innocence. "Something wrong?"

Riven frowned a little, so much big talk. So much confidence. Next time he was with this Alpha, he was going to make sure he was the one topping him!