The vow he muttered internally like brainwashing kept flickering and blurring at the soft skin touching his fingertips.
The entrance was tight, but the inner walls, soaked with almost a whole bottle of oil, were damply wet.
Zavad swung his hips and slowly stimulated the hole swallowing his penis.
His intention was to let the weak inner flesh adapt so it wouldn’t be surprised, but as soon as the plumply swollen glans tasted the inner wall, it slid in the familiar direction, finding the place where Ranshel felt pleasure, contrary to its master’s intention.
Soon, as he poked the bulging spot where the wrinkles gathered and rubbed up the thick membrane, Ranshel let out a high-pitched nasal sound and twisted his waist.
Zavad exhaled a hollow breath at the pressure squeezing his penis and felt under Ranshel’s belly.
The duvet was completely wet with the semen he had gushed out.
“Did you go already?”
“…Heu, I, went… ah, I went…”
“You feel it well, how praiseworthy…”
It was closer to the fact that the body, which had been excited all the way in the carriage earlier, couldn’t help but ejaculate, but Zavad showered several kisses on his nape as if he had done something very worthy of praise.
At his affectionate lips, Ranshel’s chest swelled with excitement.
He buried his lips over Ranshel’s straight shoulder and whispered softly.
“Try to relax a little… you can do it, right?”
“Yes… ah, hugh…!”
Zavad put his hand under Ranshel’s belly and wrapped it around the penis that had just finished ejaculating and hung limp.
This well-shaped penis was smooth, unlike his own, which was fierce with bulging veins, and the overall color was pale but the tip was reddish, so it was absurdly pretty.
The texture touching his palm was entirely soft, so he even thought he wanted to pick a day and suck on this all day long.
He wanted to keep it in his mouth until his jaw hurt and swallow it deep until his throat was pierced.
It was also because he felt it was a waste for all that semen to flow onto the duvet.
He was a person who found touching others terrible.
He even avoided food touched by others due to a sense of repulsion, but it seemed like he would only feel a pleasant fullness even if he swallowed his servant’s body fluids until his stomach was full.
‘…I want to eat it.’
His mind was filled with the thought of filling his hungry stomach with the liquid Ranshel scattered.
His burning red eyes sank darkly with boiling desire.
Zavad began to shake his wrist until Ranshel’s pale penis would spit out water again.
“Hugh, ah, ugh, wait, stop…!”
Ranshel cried and struggled to pull away the hand holding his penis, but in a situation where his center was being rubbed, his already lacking strength was completely drained, so it was of no use.
He felt as if Zavad had decided to torture him.
Since Zavad had stabbed deep near the spot where he felt pleasure and was shaking his penis without even moving properly, a situation continued where the vaguely risen sexual feeling could neither rise nor subside, making him anxious.
Of course, caressing the penis is also a sufficiently good feeling, but they were now rolling around in bed every single day, and Ranshel, who reached climax through the rear every day, now came to feel that rubbing the front was somehow insufficient and empty.
‘…Then, am I not quite seriously wrong right now? After leaving him, then…’
Ranshel blocked the thoughts trying to flow toward an unstable future and struggled to focus on the present, shaking his head.
As if this time with him was the only thing left for him.
Zavad, listening to Ranshel’s ragged breathing, stopped the hand that was shaking violently.
He bowed his head and kissed the prominent shoulder blade.
“I was wrong. Don’t cry.”
“I’m not crying! Do you think I’m someone who cries at the drop of a hat?”
“Don’t be angry. How should I do it for you?”
Ranshel felt a surge of anger for a moment, but then melted again at the voice asking softly while pressing his chest close to his back, feeling an urge to give him his heart and soul.
“Quickly… please come inside me…”
“…I didn’t mean for you to provoke me.”
“Hurry, rub this…”
Ranshel lightly shook his buttocks and tightened then released the cock he held inside.
The body leaning on him stiffened slightly, and Zavad muttered in a voice cracked like a low-howling beast.
“…Should I really make it so you can’t walk?”
“Ah, ah…”
As Zavad pulled his waist back, the penis buried to the root came out, and the tightly clinging inner flesh followed.
Ranshel let out a trembling breath of anticipation as Zavad hooked only the tip of the glans at the entrance and pulled his lower body up a bit more.
“Yes, do it, please, so I can’t walk, hard…”
“…You’re so fearless. It makes me worried.”
‘Tsk.’
Clicking his tongue, Zavad grabbed the buttocks holding his cock and spread them both ways.
A minute gap opened on both sides of the entrance, which was already stretched taut.
He thrust his waist forward with all his might, opening a path by piercing through to the deep cave he couldn’t enter a moment ago.
“Hi-aa-ak…!”
Ranshel parted his lips and arched his waist fully.
Zavad rubbed the inner walls slippery with oil, retreated back again, and then collided so fiercely that his dark crotch rubbed against Ranshel’s buttocks.
Ranshel tilted his head back and let out moans, not even knowing that saliva was flowing down his chin.
“Heu, ah! Eut, haak… Heuu-eut! Ah, hieut, ah! Ahh…!”
As if Ranshel’s moans were a fuse, he sped up his hip movements, and the lewd sound of skin clashing filled the room.
Ranshel shook his waist, forgetting his shame at the pressure pounding so hard that his buttocks were pressed flat, along with the penis scraping his stomach.
“Ah, it’s good, eu-heut, more, do it more…!”
The breathing behind his back became ragged, and the sound of gritting teeth could be heard.
“Should I just tear your body apart? Hmm?”
“Haak, ah, do it, quickly, ah, ah!”
It had been a long time since his brain had melted and he couldn’t think properly.
Ranshel just wanted the hot fireball filling his stomach to make a complete mess of his lower half.
He grabbed the duvet with his hands and even bit the sheet with his mouth, but he couldn’t resist the thick pleasure rising from deep inside his skin.
Zavad barely suppressed the urge to crush the weak body that was shaking its waist and asking to have its bottom torn, and to ravage it randomly until the delicate flesh all burst.
He muttered as if sighing.
“Yeah, act fearless. Crawl all the way up over my head.”
“Ah! Ah! Ah-hugh…!”
He held Ranshel’s buttocks close to him and drove in his heat-stricken lower body as if hammering down from top to bottom.
Ranshel didn’t even know what Zavad was saying and just kept begging for more.
Zavad let out a sorrowful sigh, grabbed the body that had lost its fear, and flipped it over.
And he began to pound Ranshel, who lay on top of him without knowing why, from bottom to top.
Thwack, thwack.
Ranshel was pressed by the arm hugging his waist and could only be shaken up and down like a skewer on Zavad’s cock.
However, he couldn’t possibly endure the thrusting that came in at a completely different angle and even shook his belly skin.
He cried, begging him to stop now.
“No, this, hugh, it’s strange, hak, a-heut, stop…”
“Ha……”
Zavad turned the body over again, laid him gently on the bed, and began to move his lower body again while licking the tears on the eyelashes of the sobbing person.
