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“Ugh! W-wait a moment. You said… you were going to teach me how to read… Hngh.”
Nael trembled as he moved his hips, taking in Killian’s fingers.
By the time they had finished their meal and everything else, the night sky had already faded into morning.
The fresh air, damp with morning dew, drifted through the window, making the thin curtains sway gently.
Was it a mistake to tell Killian that he couldn’t sleep?
When he had asked if his body was okay, Nael had said he felt better than ever.
He had expected to learn how to read, but instead, he was pinned to the bed and toyed with.
As Killian sucked on his nipples, the sharp graze of his teeth made Nael flinch, afraid he might bite down.
With both his entrance and his nipples being ravished at the same time, he felt like his mind was slipping away.
“M-Master, hngh.”
Desperately, he tried to push Killian away, putting all his strength into his arms.
But the man’s firm shoulders didn’t budge even an inch.
“A-ah! Master! Nngh.”
Between the parted legs, thick fingers found their way inside, pushing in without hesitation.
It was clear when one finger became two.
Thicker than most, the calloused skin scraped against the sensitive inner walls, leaving a rough sensation in its wake.
Anyone could tell this was the body of a swordsman—his entire form seemed lined with sharp edges, as if covered in invisible thorns.
As those fingers pressed deeper into the fragile warmth, the friction brought a dull ache, yet when they withdrew, a strange ticklish sensation lingered.
It was an itch in a place impossible to scratch alone.
“S-seems like it feels good. But… hngh, it’s itchy.”
“You’re saying that while eagerly chewing me up.”
“Mmh….”
As he clenched hard enough to create dimples on his ass, Killian’s fingers sank effortlessly into the tight heat.
It would take at least four fingers to loosen him up properly, but any patience for that had long since been tossed into the depths of the ocean.
In the end, this hole belonged to Nael—his to take, his to handle. Selfish or not, he had no choice but to endure.
Nael’s vision flipped.
As Killian spread his cheeks apart with both hands, the swollen entrance quivered open.
Thump. Thump.
The sound of Killian’s heartbeat pounded in his ears, matching the frantic rhythm of his own.
The stretch burned as the tight ring was forced wider—so much so that it felt like it might tear, and Nael writhed against the overwhelming pressure.
“S-Stop…! Ngh… ah—ahh…!”
Nael’s length, trapped between their bodies, gradually hardened, the change unmistakable with each passing second.
He barely managed to hold himself together as Killian’s thick tip pressed in, his waist nearly jerking upward from the overwhelming sensation.
If the angle shifted even slightly, it felt like he might tear.
Instinctively, he pulled up his knees, adjusting his posture to receive Killian more easily.
Pressing his knees against Killian’s sides, he left no space between them, their bodies fitting together seamlessly.
Pleased with his actions, Killian leaned down and placed a kiss on the crown of Nael’s head in silent praise.
“Ugh… It’s morning… Mmh… M-Master, things like this should be for the night…”
Nael protested, burying his face against Killian’s chest.
But it was little more than a muffled whimper—hardly enough to stop the thick length greedily stretching him open.
“Didn’t you say you couldn’t sleep?”
Nael rubbed his forehead at the shameless remark.
Shaking his head against Killian’s hard chest, he stammered out that this wasn’t what he wanted.
Getting a full sentence out was nearly impossible—his head was spinning, his skull vibrating from the relentless thrusting of the cock buried deep inside him.
The desperate attempt at insertion made the tight entrance stretch open.
As Kilian thrust deep, almost reaching Nael’s throat, Nael, overwhelmed by the sensation, bit down on Kilian’s chest.
“Ugh!”
Kilian let out a short groan before driving his hips forward even harder.
Having taken Kilian’s length a few times already, Nael’s reactions had become noticeably different.
Nael rubbed his own rigid length against Kilian’s abdomen, and in sync with that rhythm, Kilian pushed in even deeper.
The sharp sting of a palm striking against his heated skin made Nael arch his back, a sweet cry slipping past his lips.
“Ah… My head feels weird… I think I’m going to lose…”
“Nael, have you already forgotten what I taught you?”
“Uh… G-Good… Hngh…”
The hand that had spread him open now alternated between teasing and delivering sharp slaps to his flushed skin.
Smack! Smack!
Each strike was firm enough to make his round cheeks tremble.
When Nael jolted in surprise, his trembling walls clenched down, wrapping tightly around him.
As Killian pushed in forcefully, Nael was driven upward, his body shuddering.
Clicking his tongue softly, Killian grasped Nael’s hips, lifting them with a firm grip before thrusting in with renewed intensity.
“Ahh!”
Nael trembled all over, overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through him.
Tears pooled at the corners of his eyes before dripping onto Killian’s chest.
Even though it felt like a club was mercilessly ramming into his insides, his own was so hard it seemed ready to release at any moment.
Clinging to Killian’s chest, Nael sobbed, lost in the unfamiliar sensations.
His movements, which had been rubbing against Killian, came to a halt as he surrendered completely to what was being given to him.
“Ah… Master… I think I’m going to…”
It was the beginning of an ordeal so intense it blurred the edges of his sanity.
Nael’s rigid length pulsed, spilling thick, sticky fluid.
A single clear tear rolled down his cheek as he was stretched open, his walls forced to widen around the invading flesh, the pleasure so overwhelming it was almost cruel.
“Ah… It feels so good.”
A sharply defined chest was drenched in Nael’s tears.
His body was nearly folded in half as he was relentlessly thrust into.
It felt like something inside him had broken.
Whenever Killian pulled out, his insides wriggled as if trying to regain their shape, only to be stretched wide open again when he plunged back in.
Even through the taut skin of his abdomen, he could clearly feel Killian’s length moving in and out.
“Hah, d-don’t… hhk—”
His burning-hot hips were struck with deep and relentless thrusts, so intense that his pubic hair brushed against him.
His vision wavered, dizziness overtaking him as he squeezed his eyes shut.
At the peak of pleasure, where everything should have turned pitch-black, bursts of blinding light flickered and disappeared.
When he grasped Killian’s shoulders, overwhelmed by the indescribable sensation, Killian guided him, allowing Nael to wrap his arms around his neck.
Sensual moans spilled recklessly against his ear, and Killian’s cock swelled to the point of a dull ache.
The sheer size stretching him beyond his limits made Nael tremble in fear.
“Hngh… my stomach… ah—”
He barely managed to steady his trembling body.
In his hazy vision, he fumbled to find Killian’s lips, hesitantly pressing his own against them in a shy, fleeting kiss.
Killian wiped away Nael’s tears with his thumb. Nael winced slightly.
“M-master… Please. The shop…”
Killian let out a short laugh at Nael’s adorable plea before turning him over and laying him flat.
Every time Killian moved, Nael’s legs dangled limply, as if they no longer belonged to him, swaying helplessly in the air.
He focused on the heated sensation between his spread thighs, the pooling warmth making his blood surge and boil.
It felt like fireworks buried deep in his core were on the verge of exploding.
The moment Nael tightened his thighs, Killian’s movements shifted.
The thick length pressing against his deepest spot withdrew slightly, pulling out until only the tip remained.
Just a little more friction, just a little more stimulation, and he would burst.
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