All Chapters of Aligned Fantasy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Taiga’s body was burning hot with arousal, bare on the cold marble countertop, legs wide open, leaking with anticipation. His chest heaved with every breath, the flush of arousal spread from his cheeks to the inside of his thighs. Dante stood between his legs, towering, dark eyes gleaming with a possessive hunger. “Spread wider,” Dante growled, His hands cupped Taiga’s knees, forcing them apart until his pussy was completely exposed, glistening and dripping for him. “Fuck…” Dante muttered under his breath. “Look at you, baby. Already soaked, and I haven’t even touched you yet.” Taiga smirked lazily, head falling back. “Then stop talking and do something.” That was all Dante needed. He sank to his knees, gripping the backs of Taiga’s thighs and pulling him to the edge of the counter. Then his mouth was on him, hot tongue flicking, licking, circling his entrance with expert skill. Taiga gasped, hands flying to Dante’s head as his tongue dove in, tasting everything he’d been cra

The room was thick with heat and the sound of skin against skin echoed off the walls. The air was saturated with pheromones, so potent they could be tasted. Taka’s body trembled, slicked and sensitive, flushed with need as his heat overwhelmed every rational thought he had. He layed facedown on the bed, body arched, skin glistening with sweat and desperation. His lips were parted, breathing ragged, a trail of drool slipping from the corner of his mouth as a long moan tumbled out of him. Midorin gripped his waist firmly, eyes clouded with lust, his jaw tight from restraint. Taka was beautiful like this,wild and utterly consumed. And though the urge to take him fully pulsed through every vein in Midorin’s body, he forced himself to ask the one question that still mattered. "Want me to knot you this time, babe?" His voice was deep and rough, hands tightening instinctively around Taka's waist. He held himself back, just barely, struggling against the primal instinct to bury himself com

It was supposed to be a quiet evening out. Taiga had chosen the restaurant for its low-key atmosphere, a little place tucked away in the corner of the shopping district. It was warm and dimly lit, just enough to blur out the outside world. He hadn’t expected to be seen. Not by him. He’d seen them at a local restaurant, laughing like they were lovers. Maya didn’t even realize how his body had moved until he was already standing beside their table. Maya stood at the edge of their booth, eyes locked with Taiga, something sharp and unreadable behind his expression. “What are you doing here?” he said, his voice low as his gaze shifted across the table. His eyes landed on the stranger beside Taiga. “And who the hell is this?” he asked, pointing directly in Tatsuya’s direction. Taiga blinked. His mouth opened, words caught somewhere in his throat. He didn’t know if it was reflex or panic, but he began to stutter. “We-we-umm—” “wait why am i explaining my self to you? What ar

He woke up scorching hot, hair sticking damp to his forehead, sweat running down his neck, chest, and back. The air felt thick. His breathing was shallow. That all-too-familiar weight of lust was pressing against his skull . His heat cycle had started. Normally, he would have just popped suppressants and gotten on with his day. But lately, they weren’t doing their job. His body was rebelling against them. He could feel it in the way his thoughts slipped, in how quickly his composure cracked. His gaze roamed across the room, half-expecting to see his brother on the other side of the bed. But the space was cold, empty. He must have been gone for a while. Taiga sighed, dragging himself out of bed with the sluggishness of someone whose body didn’t want to cooperate. He needed to get at least a bit of his routine done before his sanity completely vanished. Tatsuyu wasn’t anywhere in sight. The apartment felt too quiet. He padded into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water, the co

Inojin Senshi, captain of the Kansa Mortals, was not the kind of man who made it easy for people to like him. His personality was a strange mix of mean and strict on the surface, but deeply loyal to those he trusted. When Kota first joined the team, Inojin’s welcome had been cold “You might think you’re special because you came from a fancy middle school, but here… I decide who stays.” That was his introduction, spoken with cool eyes and no hint of warmth. It had taken Kota months to see past the mask and figure him out. Kota never imagined he would discover that Inojin was hiding something this big. That night was like any other after practice. The rest of the team had gone back to their dorms, their laughter echoing through the halls. Inojin had stayed behind, claiming, “I need to study the plays for our next match.” The way he said it had been… off. His voice trembled slightly, his eyes was restless. Kota had watched him walk away, sensing that something wasn’t right. He ga