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Kilian pressed a kiss to his swollen eyelid.
“I’ll set you free.”
As soon as the restraints were undone, Nael lunged forward as if he had been waiting for this moment.
He clung tightly, rubbing his face against Killian’s shoulder, unwilling to let go of his neck.
His tousled golden hair tickled the nape of Killian’s neck.
Blood finally seemed to flow back into his arms and legs, the lingering numbness making them tingle.
His entire body felt weak, drained after riding the waves of pleasure and climax.
“Master… Hhic.”
“It wouldn’t have been just difficult for you.”
Nael gave a small nod, his head resting against Killian’s shoulder.
It was true—he hadn’t actually climaxed inside Killian’s body, only against an object.
His punished cock still throbbed, heated from the ordeal.
Having reached his peak multiple times, he had grown so sensitive that even the slightest touch sent a sting of sensation through him.
Sensing the faint tremble in Nael’s arms, Killian asked,
“Are you cold?”
Naeil, who looked like he was about to head straight for the fireplace, quietly shook his head.
“I want to go to bed. Take me there.”
The hand gently stroking Naeil’s body, held close in his embrace, was warm and tender.
Leaning into Killian, who both praised and soothed him for his patience, Naeil slowly closed his eyes.
Killian’s fingers wandered over Nael’s body, tracing every inch with playful intent.
He ran his fingertips over the smooth line of Nael’s collarbone, then circled the soft, swollen skin around his nipples—plump from Killian’s bites and kisses.
The teasing touch made Nael giggle, his body instinctively yielding without hesitation.
Killian was the only one allowed to do anything he pleased to Nael.
After all, Nael was his precious possession.
“Is your anger gone now?”
“Yeah.”
A gentle voice settled by his ear, and Nael’s heart melted into something soft.
The sorrow that had surged up while being taken in the rocking chair also subsided.
He nuzzled his forehead against Killian’s firm chest.
“…If Master gets angry, I wouldn’t know what to do.”
Beneath Killian’s neck, his skin was covered in scars—marks of war, like medals of survival.
Compared to himself, who would wail from even the slightest bite, Killian’s scars were proof of battles fought between life and death.
It was a shame that the only unblemished part of him was his face.
Even in a life that seemed to have everything, hardship had left its mark.
How much pain had he endured?
The scars that had once seemed grotesque and frightening now felt like the bruises of his soul, and the realization made Nael’s chest tighten.
Every time he held Killian, he recalled how those deep scars had brushed against his heated skin.
The hazy memory of their shared nights made warmth pool low in his abdomen.
Just as Killian’s hands traced over every inch of him, Nael’s fingers wandered over the exposed part beneath Killian’s sleeve.
His touch trailed upward, over the firm, sculpted arm and broad shoulder, until it reached the corner of Killian’s lips, slightly curled in amusement.
A soft kiss.
Killian caught Nael’s pale fingers and pulled them into his mouth.
His tongue slid over the slender digits, coating them in his warmth.
As his lips hollowed around them, Nael unconsciously mimicked the shape with his own.
“…Now, it’s time for you to do your part.”
Nael’s hand was guided between his legs.
His face flushed with embarrassment, but he understood exactly what was being asked of him.
Slowly, he pushed the fingers that Killian had just wetted into his entrance.
Buried in Killian’s embrace, he offered up his most shameless pleasure to those burning red eyes.
“Mmngh…”
Killian lifted one of his partner’s legs by the back of the knee.
The soft, pliant entrance eagerly accepted the intrusion of his fingers, already slick and yielding from their earlier joining.
The delicate inner walls trembled against his touch, the unfamiliar sensation of his fingers stirring something deep within.
A raw, untamed hunger burned in Killian’s gaze, his vision clouded with desire.
And as if to prove it, the front of Killian’s trousers swelled noticeably.
His pants were like a transparent shield—thin enough to reveal everything within, yet unable to hide his desire for Nael.
So Nael let his thoughts show on his face, his whispering, translucent eyes forgetting even shame.
“Master… please, put it in already.”
A desperate voice reached out to Killian.
“Huuk. Master.”
Nael’s vision was once again blocked as he lay flat on the ground.
With his wrists bound, he lay prostrate, accepting Killian.
The wet sound of his own hole squeaking in the darkness pierced his eardrums, swirling in his mind.
The soft breaths of Killian, now close to his ear, spread through his whole body, leaving him unable to think of anything else.
When the thick, rigid length pushed in deep, the taut skin of his abdomen, pressed tightly against the bed, became even more sensitive, making it painfully clear just how far it had entered.
The swollen tip, merciless in its thrusts, aimed relentlessly just above his navel.
“Ugh—”
“I haven’t put it all in yet. There’s still more to go.”
“Ah! M-Master, hngh, it’s so full… I love it…”
Squish, squish.
Nael’s hips smacked against Killian’s pelvis, turning red from the impact.
The hole that had been taking Killian throughout the entire voyage clenched tightly around his cock with just the right amount of pressure.
As if craving his release, the inner walls trembled, pulsing with need.
Wet, slick flesh clung desperately to his length, wanting to become one with him.
“Where the hell… did you even learn this? Fuck.”
Killian, lost in heat, let out a breathless groan.
The pleasure rising from his cock sent shudders through his body, dragging out suppressed moans.
“Ah… I-I think… I’m gonna come, Master.”
Nael’s fingertips trembled as he gripped the bedpost.
His wrists were bound, holding him in place, while his stretched hole slowly leaked cum onto the sheets.
“Please… stop. I’m gonna cum. Hngh….”
Pulling out deliberately until only the tip remained, then slamming back in to the root in one motion, sent violent shudders through Nael’s body.
His parted lips drooled uncontrollably as he gasped.
The relentless thrusts carried an undeniable intent—to push him beyond his limits.
It felt as though he was teetering on the edge of a cliff, just a little more and he’d plunge straight into oblivion, losing all sense of self.
The fear of it made his breath hitch.
Whimpering softly, Nael weakly kicked at the sheets.
Sweat slicked his entire body, making his skin glisten—just like the inside of his trembling belly.
Perhaps it was slick with arousal—Nael’s insides were warm and wet.
The walls clung to him, damp enough to coat the length sliding in and out.
“You begged me to put it in, and now look at you. You’re completely worked up—soaking wet inside.”
“Huuh…”
The tight walls yielded, eagerly swallowing the thick length.
Each thrust sent jolts of pleasure crashing over him, his mind teetering on the edge of oblivion until all that remained was the sound of his own helpless sobbing.
A sharp, tingling pain was driven away as an overwhelming wave of pleasure crashed down, so intense it felt almost dizzying.
The sensations were so vivid yet unreal that it was difficult to adjust.
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