Instantly, a whirlwind of brilliant white wind enveloped the two of them.
In the next breath, Raha felt his body momentarily float into the air before gently touching down again.
“You do not need to worry about that. Teore will not be interrupting our time together.”
The moment the words left his mouth, the whirlwind vanished.
Blinking his eyes slowly at the space, which appeared entirely unchanged, Raha cautiously asked, “What did you just do?”
“Space Isolation.”
“…Pardon?”
“For roughly the next two hours, absolutely no one will be able to step foot inside this room.”
Grey’s explanation finally triggered Raha’s memory.
It was the signature ability shared by all five of the elemental masters—the capacity to temporarily lock the space they occupied within their elemental power to escape danger.
‘He just used that legendary skill? Simply to get a blowjob without any interruptions?’
Raha’s mouth fell open slowly.
“What is it?”
Seeing Raha staring at him with his mouth agape in sheer disbelief, Grey questioned him, looking genuinely puzzled.
‘What do you mean, “What is it?” Is he seriously not aware of what he just did?’
The Space Isolation ability was a critical, life-saving technique reserved exclusively for the most dire emergencies.
Because it demanded a massive expenditure of elemental energy, it inevitably caused a severe, violent entanglement of one’s attribute waves.
It was absolutely not an ability to be used casually for trivial matters.
However, looking at the man standing before him, whose trousers were twitching continuously from the sheer pressure of his erection, Raha realized that to Grey, this predicament truly was a life-or-death crisis.
‘Well, I suppose it is momentous. It’s the historic moment he loses his virginity to oral sex, after all.’
Raha shifted his weight slightly, swinging his legs over the edge of the mattress to sit upright.
He reached out his hands and grasped the buckle of Grey’s trousers.
Grey’s body flinched violently at the touch, and he drew in a ragged, deep breath.
Raha could feel just how incredibly aroused the duke had become.
Unbuckling the belt, lowering the zipper, and pulling both the trousers and underwear down in one smooth motion, a massive penis mapped with angry, pulsing veins sprang free with a heavy thud.
Raha’s eyes widened slightly at the sheer girth, which easily rivaled Teore’s, though he let out a quiet breath of relief upon noticing that it seemed slightly shorter in length.
“I’ll suck it now.”
He lifted his gaze to inform Grey, whose dark Grey eyes wavered precariously.
Noticing that the duke’s ears had flushed a brilliant, burning red, Raha suddenly felt the confidence of an experienced hand.
He deliberately slid his tongue out and licked the slit of the glans, which was already glistening with a bead of pre-cum.
In an instant, Grey’s hands, which had been hovering awkwardly in mid-air, clenched with sudden force.
Watching the duke grip his own fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, Raha parted his lips and swallowed the tip of the penis.
“Kh…”
Hearing the choked, tight groan of arousal from above his head, Raha felt a sudden throb of excitement in his own lower half.
He swallowed the shaft as deeply as possible, pressing nearly to the back of his throat, before pulling back slowly to swirl his tongue along the underside of the length.
As he repeated the rhythmic motion, Grey’s breathing grew increasingly erratic.
Eventually, craving a faster, more intense sensation, Grey forcefully gripped the back of Raha’s head.
With Grey beginning to thrust his hips forward on his own accord, Raha found his breath cutting off.
“Deeper… hng… put it deeper, High Priest.”
Grey pleaded, his voice strained as he tightened his grip on Raha’s hair and thrust his hips forward with all the strength he could muster.
“Gah!”
The thick glans slammed directly against the back of his throat, triggering a violent gag reflex.
Raha instinctively pushed against the duke’s thighs to create space, but Grey refused to budge.
Instead, the duke only accelerated the pace of his deep, punishing thrusts.
Raha let out a pained moan, tears welling up in his eyes from the physical strain.
He shoved hard against Grey’s thighs repeatedly, sending a clear signal that this was too painful and that he needed to stop.
Unfortunately, entirely consumed by the intoxicating, novel pleasure, Grey seemed to have completely lost his senses, remaining entirely blind to Raha’s distress.
He simply continued to drive his hips forward mindlessly, riding the mounting wave of climax.
“Hmph! Mmgh! Hngh!”
As the suffocating distress grew unbearable, Raha shook his head violently from side to side, fighting with everything he had to break free.
Only then did Grey finally register that he had pushed far too aggressively.
He yanked his hips back, drawing his penis out of Raha’s mouth.
“Agh! Cough, hack!”
“Ah, I am sorry…”
Liberated from the suffocating pressure of the shaft, Raha retched involuntarily, coughing as he spat out the stringy mixture of pre-cum and saliva.
The physiological tears that had gathered spilled freely down his cheeks.
“I am truly sorry, High Priest. I swear I did not intend to do that.”
Covering his mouth with his hand, Grey muttered in a daze, looking utterly horrified by his own loss of control.
Though Raha was the one who had just endured the ordeal, Grey looked visually more distraught.
Raha wiped his mouth, deliberately spitting out the remaining fluids before shaking his head a couple of times to signal that it was fine.
Since the duke was an absolute virgin, it was entirely understandable that he would lose his mind when exposed to such overwhelming pleasure for the first time.
Raha could fully rationalize that part.
However, given that his own oral skills were still unrefined, being subjected to such an aggressive, forceful pacing made it impossible for him to cope.
“I will… be the one to do it,” Raha said soothingly, placing both of his hands firmly on Grey’s thighs as he looked up at him, his voice carrying a gentle but firm note of instruction.
Meeting that steady gaze, Grey’s throat worked heavily as he slowly nodded his head in agreement.
When he opened his mouth again and took Grey’s penis inside, the shaft began to twitch frantically against his tongue.
To prevent the duke from grabbing his hair and mindlessly slamming his hips forward again, Raha firmly gripped Grey’s thighs as a subtle barrier and began to pace his movements with deliberate slowness.
The thick length, which had gone slightly soft following the physical shock of the previous gagging episode, swelled back to a terrifying volume in a matter of seconds.
Grey, too, seemed to be trying his absolute best to exercise caution to avoid repeating his blunder.
Finding it somewhat endearing how the duke was straining every muscle in his thighs to keep himself anchored and motionless, Raha unconsciously clamped down slightly with his teeth around the buried length—not enough to cause real pain, but just enough to tease.
“Mmh…”
Yet, because it was an exceptionally sensitive area, Grey let out a low, pained groan at the slight friction.
As an unspoken apology, Raha lifted his gaze to look up at him and offered a small, reassuring smile.
In that exact split second, the last thread of Grey’s rational restraint snapped completely.
To be looked up at with such a brilliant, seductive smile while a man held his cock entirely inside his mouth was a sight that would break the resolve of even the most stringently ascetic individual in the world.
Feeling a scorching heat rush not just to his ears but across his entire face, Grey could no longer endure it.
He forcefully yanked his penis out of Raha’s mouth.
“I cannot do this anymore, High Priest.”
“Pardon?”
“I want to put it in.”
“What?”
