At those words, Grey stared up at him, his furious erection twitching aggressively from the abrupt interruption.
Following the firm tilt of Raha’s chin directing him to lie down immediately, the duke obediently shifted to the side and settled awkwardly onto his back, his fully erect shaft bobbing up and down as he questioned Raha.
“Why?”
“Because you were hammering inside me so mindlessly that it was incredibly painful.”
“It… it caused you pain?”
Grey’s eyes widened, looking genuinely shocked, as if the concept of causing pain hadn’t even entered his calculations.
Typically, the insertive partner would also experience a constricting, near-splitting pressure due to the tightness of an unrelaxed hole.
However, because Raha’s opening had already been thoroughly stretched and prepped by Teore, his inner walls hadn’t clamped down on Grey’s shaft with that punishing, vice-like grip.
Granted, the swelling did create a certain degree of tight friction, but even that was relatively soft compared to an entirely closed opening, so the physical discomfort hadn’t translated into pain for the duke.
“You can’t just expect things to work by blindly stabbing inside like that. You claimed you learned the Teorey.”
“I learned it perfectly. One spreads the buttocks and inserts… ah. I failed to execute the movements to locate the prostate.”
As Grey recalled how the brain-melting rush of raw pleasure had caused him to completely abandon his training and mindlessly swing his hips, his expression turned slightly rigid.
It had truly been an unmanageable wave of sensation, leaving him entirely incapable of cognitive thought.
Raha’s interior had felt so incredibly warm and soft that it had triggered an insatiable urge to continuously grind against it.
He hadn’t given a single thought to the possibility of causing pain, his mind entirely occupied by the lustful drive to push deeper and harder.
“Locating the stimulation point isn’t the only thing that matters. In the first place, Your Grace didn’t consider your partner’s feelings even a fraction of an inch; you merely engaged in an act that felt good for you alone.”
“If you just want to shove inside and ejaculate by yourself, you don’t need to involve another person; you can easily resolve that with a masturbation toy.”
“…A masturbation toy?”
Grey’s eyes widened slightly as he questioned the unfamiliar term.
Raha paused for a brief moment, wondering if masturbation toys simply didn’t exist in this fantasy world.
The sudden realization that he could become obscenely wealthy by manufacturing and retailing such items caused his own eyes to snap wide open.
“Do you not have those here?”
“What exactly are you referring to, High Priest?”
“A masturbation toy. It’s this soft, cylindrical object where you insert your penis inside, and then like this…”
Raha mimicked gripping an object with his hand and demonstrated a rhythmic, up-and-down stroking motion directly in front of Grey’s groin.
The demonstration was far more visually stimulating than he intended, causing Grey’s penis to throb and twitch responsively.
“If you mean an implement designed to assist with self-ejaculation, those do exist.”
“Ah, you have them?”
Grey offered a single nod in confirmation. Noticing the blatant flash of disappointment wash over Raha’s face, the duke extended his hand toward him and spoke.
“If you desire, I can use my own hand to pleasure you.”
“You just said you’ve never done it before.”
“Which is precisely why I can practice right now.”
“No, thank you. I didn’t bring it up because I wanted to masturbate.”
He had simply viewed it as a potentially lucrative business venture if the world lacked such merchandise.
Well, while it was a bit disappointing to watch a massive cash-cow business idea evaporate, money wasn’t a pressing issue.
Teore had already legally transferred half of his personal fortune to him; even if Raha only received a fraction of that amount, it was more than enough capital to lounge around and live comfortably for the rest of his days.
Since there was no pressing need to expand his assets, it wasn’t a major loss.
“At any rate, I am going to teach you how to insert yourself without hurting your partner, so lie completely flat.”
Raha spoke as he shifted his weight, effectively trapping Grey’s lower torso between his spread thighs.
Unsure of how much flatter he was supposed to position himself, Grey shifted his body around for a moment before finally lowering his upper torso—which had been propped up slightly on his elbows—and resting his head comfortably against the pillow.
He then locked his gaze onto Raha, who was perched directly on top of him, pouring a fresh puddle of oil into his palm to deliberately smear it across Grey’s genitals once more.
The sight of Raha, maintaining an entirely calm and collected expression while painting the slick fluid over a raging erection, was far more intensely erotic than any stimulation Grey had ever experienced in his life, causing his throat to work heavily against his will.
“Now, after coating it meticulously like this to ensure a smooth entry, you must also thoroughly lubricate the area where it will be inserted.”
Raha explained that while he was performing the preparation himself right now, Grey would have to manually relax and prep any future partners with his own fingers, causing Grey’s eyebrows to shoot up in surprise.
“Watch closely. See how I relax the opening. To be completely honest, this is the very first time I am showing my backside to someone like this, and it is incredibly embarrassing for me as well. So please, focus intently and get it right in one go…”
Raha deliberately turned his body around, positioning his buttocks directly within Grey’s field of vision.
The reality of the posture turned out to be far more mortifying and humiliating than he had anticipated.
Although expanding his own opening was still a clumsy and difficult task for him, Raha was at least no longer an absolute novice.
Since he was stretching his own body, he knew exactly what pacing and pressure would avoid triggering sharp pain, and he was determined to use this single demonstration to teach Grey as thoroughly as possible.
Whether Grey had picked up on Raha’s underlying intent, or if he was simply frozen in sheer shock by this profoundly foreign and unprecedented spectacle, the duke didn’t even blink.
He remained completely transfixed, staring intensely as Raha directly inserted his own oil-slicked fingers into his opening.
Because the path had already been thoroughly claimed and broken in by several rounds of intercourse earlier, a finger of Raha’s caliber slid past the threshold effortlessly, burying itself deep.
Ignoring the brief, stinging prickle at the very rim of the entrance, Raha meticulously coated the exterior boundaries with the slick fluid while rhythmically sliding his middle finger in and out of the channel.
“May I… try it?”
Grey, who had been watching the entire display in absolute silence, suddenly broke the quiet, his voice dropping to a heavily weighted, husky cadence.
Turning his head to steal a fleeting glance at him, Raha pondered the request for a brief moment before offering a slow nod and holding out the bottle of scented oil.
Sensing that lying perfectly flat on his back would be physically awkward for the task, Grey shifted his upper body, propping his weight diagonally against the headboard of the bed before pouring a generous amount of the fluid onto his hands.
In response, Raha awkwardly shuffled his knees forward across the sheets, driving his backside even closer to the duke.
To be completely naked, bent forward, and presenting his buttocks so blatantly to another person generated a wave of humiliation far more intense than when he had simply been stimulating himself.
Even so, Raha tightly closed his eyes, forcing himself to endure the raw mortification.
Ultimately, he reasoned, Grey had to endure this practical phase if he were ever to learn how to do something other than blindly thrusting his hips.
“Hng…!”
The moment Grey cautiously pressed his heavily oiled fingertips against the rim of the opening, an unexpected crest of pleasure—entirely distinct from when he touched himself—crested through Raha’s core, forcing an involuntary moan from his lips.
Grey’s throat worked heavily as he stared down at him, before he began to slide his middle finger inside with a degree of caution that bordered on reverent.
“Ah.”
“It is… so hot, and remarkably soft.”
