Chapter 53: Seeds of a New Beginning

"Not there... I can’t..." he gasped, voice trembling.

The pressure inside was unbearable, almost nauseating.

Yet, against all reason, it also felt indescribably good.

His body instinctively tightened around Ignatius, and judging by the furrow in Ignatius’ brow, he wasn’t the only one overwhelmed by the sensation.

"Does it hurt?" Ignatius asked, his tone laced with concern.

Shen Xinghui shook his head vigorously, affirming that he was fine, though the overwhelming sensations were testing his limits.

"If it’s too much, let me know," Ignatius added.

Again, Shen Xinghui shook his head, though the truth was he was nearing his breaking point.

Every thrust seemed to carve deeper into him, brushing against sensitive spots that made him cry out uncontrollably.

He felt guilty for the noise he was making, wondering if it might ruin the mood, but it was impossible to hold back.

When he tried muffling his cries by biting his arm, Ignatius gently pulled it away.

"You don’t have to hide your moans," Ignatius reassured him.

"Am I... being too loud?" Shen Xinghui asked, embarrassed.

"No, your moans driving me crazy," Ignatius admitted.

Their sweat-slicked bodies moved together, Ignatius holding Shen Xinghui’s hips firmly as he continued pushing it deeper.

The friction, the overwhelming fullness—everything was too much.

Shen Xinghui’s body arched involuntarily, his mind reeling.

"Here... it feels good, doesn’t it?" Ignatius said, his voice heavy.

"Y-yes!" Shen Xinghui managed to respond.

"This is where I’ll pour my seed into you," Ignatius whispered.

The implication made Shen Xinghui’s body flush with heat.

His thoughts scattered as he realized the full weight of Ignatius’ words.

"You’re so tight. You’re clinging to me like you don’t want to let it go," Ignatius said with a low groan.

Ignatius pulled back almost completely before plunging back in, the long, deliberate strokes making Shen Xinghui’s vision blur with stars.

It left him breathless, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Just as he gasped for air, Ignatius captured his lips in a deep kiss.

"Can I? I can’t hold back any longer," Ignatius murmured.

Shen Xinghui nodded his head frantically, his mind long since blank from the overwhelming sensations.

He had no strength left to resist, surrendering completely.

Ignatius lifted his legs higher, driving deeper with an unrelenting rhythm.

The tight, untouched places deep inside Shen Xinghui yielded as Ignatius pushed further, the pressure growing unbearable.

Shen Xinghui sobbed incoherently, overwhelmed by pleasure as Ignatius pressed on.

A few more deep, shuddering thrusts, and with a final groan, Ignatius released everything inside him, filling Shen Xinghui with warmth.

"...Ah..." Shen Xinghui whimpered softly, utterly spent.

Shen Xinghui could feel it—he was taking it in.

Deep inside, something pressed against him, and he had the sensation of his body opening just slightly, as if to drink in the heat being released into him.

Ignatius groaned, his brows furrowed, his hips pulling back slightly.

"Xinghui," Ignatius murmured.

Oh no, Shen Xinghui thought.

His body wasn’t listening to him at all.

Relaxing was impossible.

He knew he was clenching tightly around Ignatius, and yes, it felt good, but it wasn’t something he could control.

It was as if his lower body had a will of its own.

Even so, his body gradually began to ease.

Slowly, Shen Xinghui took all of Ignatius deep inside.

As Ignatius withdrew, Shen Xinghui caught a glimpse of the process and found it somewhat shocking.

That big dragon had been inside him?

He couldn’t help but feel a little proud of himself.

Suddenly, a warm sensation spread around his navel.

When he looked down, he noticed the dark mark there had turned red.

"Huh?"

"It worked in just one try," Ignatius said calmly.

"What?" Shen Xinghui asked, confused.

The reddened mark felt hot to the touch, but gradually, it began to fade away, leaving nothing behind.

"Wait! Does this mean... it failed?" Shen Xinghui asked nervously.

The mark disappearing made him panic.

Did this mean their attempt had been unsuccessful?

Before he could spiral further, Ignatius pulled him into an embrace, being careful not to apply any pressure to his stomach.

"It’s a success," Ignatius reassured him.

"...What?"

"My seed and core has been bonded together. It’s settled now," Ignatius explained softly.

"Oh..."

That meant... life had taken root inside him.

Shen Xinghui couldn’t describe how he felt.

His body hadn’t noticeably changed yet, but as Ignatius spoke, he started to feel a gentle warmth growing within him.

Tentatively, he ran a hand over his still-flat stomach.

It felt no different from before.

In fact, his belly had been more swollen while accommodating Ignatius’s big dragon earlier—molded to his shape.

"Xinghui," Ignatius whispered.

A kiss followed, tender and filled with emotion.

Shen Xinghui noticed Ignatius’ eyes glistening with unshed tears and understood immediately—he was happy.

Truly happy.

Shen Xinghui felt the same.

In this strange world, he was going to start a family with the person he loved most.

That reality felt so close and so wonderful.

"I love you, Xinghui," Ignatius said, his voice trembling slightly. "Once again, will you marry me?"

"Marry..." Shen Xinghui repeated, his mind snapping into clarity.

Wait a second.

Becoming a family meant... marriage?

Somehow, he’d missed that detail.

And wasn’t this technically a shotgun wedding?

They hadn’t even gone to meet each other’s families!

And his partner wasn’t just anyone—Ignatius was a prince!

"Xinghui?" Ignatius asked, noticing the shift in his expression.

He seemed a little confused by Shen Xinghui’s sudden panic.

"I... I haven’t even greeted your parents!" Shen Xinghui blurted.

"That’s fine. They’ll come to us later," Ignatius replied with a chuckle.

"But what kind of bride doesn’t meet the family first?" Shen Xinghui protested.

"It doesn’t matter," Ignatius said firmly. "I won’t let anyone object us."

Ignatius laughed softly and pulling Shen Xinghui back into his arms.

That embrace felt like magic—an otherworldly kind of comfort that chased away all his worries.

Gradually, Shen Xinghui’s consciousness began to fade, and he closed his eyes.

His lower abdomen felt warm, a sensation he had never experienced before.

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