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Even the rough sketch of Nael’s upper body was drawn with remarkable skill.
The image, though flat, had depth—capturing him with an eerie level of realism.
There was nothing Killian lacked, nothing he couldn’t do.
Nael couldn’t hide the blush creeping up his face.
“It doesn’t look like me… It’s… too perfect. You made me look better than I really am.”
“That’s not true. In real life, I can do this.”
Killian pulled Nael close, arms wrapping around his waist.
One by one, the buttons of his clothing came undone, exposing the faint flush of his bare skin.
“Ah… Master…”
“If I suck on these nipples, you make such obscene sounds.”
“Mm—!”
“And you smell so sweet, it’s intoxicating. Enough to make me want to devour you whole.”
Nael felt like melting chocolate.
A hot, wet tongue traced over his sensitive nipple, making him shudder.
The soft sounds escaping his lips were broken and hoarse, no matter how desperately he tried to hold them in.
Killian, however, paid no mind—he was entirely focused on savoring him.
There was a unique scent to Nael, a mix of the oil Killian often used and the natural, youthful fragrance of his body.
Like a child, he exuded sweetness, smiling so freely before him.
“Master…”
His nipple, sucked on so thoroughly, had begun to feel raw.
Even the softest flick of Killian’s tongue made it sting.
Nael gently ran his fingers through Killian’s long hair, marveling at the contrast between its silkiness and the hard body pressed against him.
It made him want to sink into that comfort completely.
“Hngh—!”
When Killian bit down with his sharp front teeth, a sharp tremor ran through Nael’s body.
But then, as if in apology, he soothed the swollen bud with careful strokes of his tongue.
For some reason, it made Nael think of a black panther crouched before him.
“Master, there’s something I must ask of you.”
If, when spring arrives, you would take me with you—
If you do that, I will do anything you ask. I will give you everything I have.
I won’t refuse. I won’t resist. I have no right to deny you in the first place.
So please, Master, just grant me one thing.
“When spring comes, I want to show you where I used to live. It may be small and shabby, but… I want you to see it.”
A single tear traced down Nael’s cheek, carrying with it the weight of something deeply yearning, deeply sorrowful.
“Ugh! Mmng. Ah, no. I don’t think it’ll go in.”
What had seemed so easy when Killian did it was proving far more difficult when I tried to do it myself.
The tightly sealed entrance refused to open, the muscles clenching so hard that the flesh of his buttocks was visibly taut.
The tip of Killian’s length, worn out from waiting, dripped with anticipation.
No matter how often he saw it, the sight of that massive serpent drooling endlessly was something he could never get used to.
Unlike his tense lower body, Killian’s expression was utterly composed, exuding an effortless ease.
It seemed like he was enjoying watching Nael struggle, a faint smile playing on his lips.
His detached gaze bore down on Nael as if urging him on.
Nael, with his back turned to Killian, squirmed while straddling him on the chair.
One hand grasped Killian’s thick tip, guiding it between his cheeks, but all he could manage was barely aligning the entrance of his hole with Killian’s slit, their points of contact teasing but not yet enough.
If he tightened his hips, he might be able to get it in somehow, but a sharp fear crept over him—the fear that he might tear apart with a snap.
When he just lay there, Killian had always taken care of everything, but doing it himself felt impossibly difficult.
The very hole that had so easily taken Killian in before now showed no intention of cooperating.
Nael’s drooping eyes pleaded with Killian.
Even as his gaze flickered toward him, moist with desperation, Killian remained silent.
The relaxed eyes reflected the image of his own body swaying its hips.
In reality, the crimson irises were filled only with Nael’s bare form.
The hole that Killian had loosened with his fingers, in its proper place, had forgotten its duty and tightened, making it hard to insert.
It seemed like just the tip would fit, but Killian’s was too big.
“Please help me, Master.”
It seems like Nael misunderstood the suggestion to give it a try.
He had confidently agreed, thinking he could do it, but now he’s nearly on the verge of giving up.
It’s hard to believe that something so large could move so erratically inside him, or that there was enough space in his body to accommodate it.
“Relax your hips, that’s it. Slowly try to push it in. The hole is loosened enough.”
“Ugh! It feels like… it’s going to tear!”
His fingertips fumbled, tracing the hole.
Killian could barely insert half of his tip, but the hole’s folds spread wide open.
As Killian had said, relaxing made things a little easier—but only just a little.
If he forced it in like this, his fragile insides would be crushed, and the entrance would surely tear.
The tight ring of muscle finally gave way, swallowing the tip of Killian’s length.
Perhaps it was thanks to the slick pre-cum trickling down the shaft, but despite the lack of oil, it was slowly easing its way inside.
As the overwhelming tension settled, a familiar heat gradually spread through his body.
It was slow—painfully so—but the undeniable pleasure sent a thrill through Nael.
“Mmnh… Hah! I-I got it in. I’ll… I’ll start moving now.”
With clumsy, inexperienced movements, he tentatively rocked his hips, doing his best to please Killian.
His efforts were painfully slow, almost frustratingly hesitant—but still, there was something endearing about it.
“Nael, you haven’t even taken half.”
“W-What? T-That can’t be. M-My stomach is full.”
Nael reached behind him, fingers tentatively brushing against the thick shaft.
His delicate fingertips trembled with shock, as if itching.
“Hngh…”
His chest rose and fell in ragged breaths as he barely took in half of it.
The inner walls tingled, an unbearable itch that begged to be scratched.
A strange, unfamiliar sensation curled his toes, the plush carpet beneath him tickling the skin beneath his big toe.
“Ahh…”
The beginning was the hardest part, but after the second, third time, it became easier.
Even with his clumsy movements, he rocked, dragging against the inner walls, desperately seeking relief from the unshakable itch.
He wished he had claws, anything to scratch deep enough against the throbbing shaft.
Before long, it made his own length harden, pulling him toward an undeniable climax.
Against his back, he could feel Killian’s chest rise, hot and heaving.
‘Closer. I need to be closer.’
Nael reached back and pulled Killian’s neck closer.
In response, Killian tilted his head and captured Nael’s lips with his own.
Squelch, squelch—lewd sounds trickled through the heated air, stirred by the movement of Nael’s hips.
“Haa… haa…”
Killian’s hand wrapped around Nael’s cock and began to stroke.
Nael felt like his brain was melting into a complete mess.
The breath-stealing kiss only let go just before Nael was about to choke, and as soon as he regained his breath, Killian was on him again.
His entrance was relentlessly pierced, his cock’s foreskin dragged and shaken without restraint.
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