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“Hic…”

All Nael could do was sob softly, unable to lower his raised hips.

Could he ever find a way out of this?

He prayed that the promise to let him return someday wasn’t a lie.

From now on, he would have to live clinging to faint, fragile hope.

“Oh!”

Killian’s rough, thick fingers entered, pulling the small ass apart on both sides.

“It’s tearing, it’s tearing! Ah!”

The delicate flesh was pressed between his fingers, and the crimson inner walls quivered visibly inside the spread opening.

Killian roughly uncapped the bottle of oil that was sitting by the bed and poured it directly onto Nael’s ass.

“Ah!”

The cold sensation of the liquid entering from the rim made Nael shake his head violently.

He couldn’t bring himself to turn around and see what was happening.

Killian’s fingers moved freely, swirling inside to spread the oil that had been poured in.

Nael trembled, presenting his hard c*ck to Killian despite his fear.

His toes scraped against the soft sheets, but the movement was so weak it was almost negligible.

The sensation of having his narrow ass forcibly pried open was unsettling.

It felt as though Killian intended to stretch his pelvis unnaturally, forcing his c*ck in with relentless pressure.

Nael couldn’t even scream. He tilted his head back, mouth open, forgetting to breathe in the suffocating moment.

“Ahh!”

Every nerve in his body focused on the overwhelming intrusion of Killian’s c*ck.

Though Nael had braced himself, the sheer size of Killian’s c*ck felt like a fist was being shoved inside him.

The prolonged, excruciating sensation brought tears streaming down his face. He whimpered, unable to form coherent words.

Killian’s hands gripped Nael’s slender hips with clear, fervent desire.

Frustrated by the tightness of the unyielding entrance, Killian slapped Nael’s b*tt, a sharp sound echoing in the room.

“Ohh!”

Even though hitting it wouldn’t make it open any easier, Nael felt humiliated.

It wasn’t as though his body was a door that could swing open with enough force.

His b***, already covered in purple bruises, burned fiercely with pain.

“Relax.”

As soon as Killian sensed Nael’s ass loosening slightly, he yanked Nael’s hips toward him.

Nearly half of Killian’s c*ck entered in one swift motion, stretching Nael’s inner walls to their limit.

“Ugh! Hic… Ah, it hurts, it hurts… too bi! Please, slower…”

Nael hesitantly reached out, his hand trembling, and touched the place where they are connected.

His fingertips brushed against the massive c*ck.

He knew his body couldn’t handle something like that without consequence.

Nael whimpered softly as his hand explored further.

“It’s… it’s going to tear,” he mumbled to himself, his fingers fumbling hesitantly.

“It’s not torn, Nael,” Killian said, grasping Nael’s wrist and guiding his hand to the entrance.

The stretched, smooth opening was gripping Killian’s c*ck tightly, yet it showed no signs of injury.

Seeing no trace of blood on his fingertips brought Nael a small sense of relief.

“We’re just getting started. I won’t let you get hurt,” Killian assured him.

“Hngh…”

As Killian slowly pressed in, Nael’s back arched involuntarily.

He exhaled ragged breaths, unable to utter even the smallest moan.

No matter how many times they did this, it never got easier.

The sheer size of Killian’s c*ck pushing insistently inside left Nael feeling dizzy.

Tears welled in Nael’s golden lashes and rolled down his cheeks.

At least they weren’t facing each other, he thought.

When they had been face-to-face before, he’d looked away and received a sharp slap for it.

Nael slowly closed his eyes.

The slick, lewd sounds coming from his own body made Nael want to cover his ears.

His slender hips quivered with each thrust, his golden hair swaying in time with Killian’s movements.

“Ah!”

Killian, dissatisfied with merely halfway thrusting, began pushing deeper, forcing Nael to feel the sensation of his insides being displaced.

Nael flailed his arms helplessly, finding nothing to grab onto.

The more Killian pressed in, the more it felt like his insides were being pushed to the limit, leaving Nael convinced they’d never return to their original state.

“No! I can’t… not anymore, Master!” Nael cried out.

Killian, entirely focused on the sensations enveloping his c*ck, thrust relentlessly.

Though his progress was hindered by Nael’s tight, trembling body, the snug grip only encouraged him to push harder.

“Relax. Stop clenching around me so much.”

“Ahh…”

Ignoring the resistance of Nael’s tightening insides, Killian continued his relentless pace, fully embedding his c*ck.

The bulge in Nael’s stomach grew and receded with each deep thrust, leaving no room for his body to recover.

The sensitive, inner walls clung tightly around Killian’s c*ck.

When Killian’s hard tip pressed against Nael’s deepest parts, a strange mix of pain and pleasure coursed through him.

It hurt, but it wasn’t only pain. Nael remembered feeling the same way during their previous nights together.

Something buried deep inside him was being awakened, making his body heat up with overwhelming sensations.

“Ah… ah…”

Nael’s trembling lips parted, letting out a soft, pleasure-soaked sound.

The lewdness of the noise embarrassed him, and his ears burned with shame.

Killian grinned as Nael’s vulnerable moans tickled his ear, stirring his desire further.

He drove his c*ck into Nael with renewed vigor.

“Something… feels weird… Master…”

Nael whimpered, his hands instinctively reaching for his own c*ck.

The growing pleasure overwhelmed him, drowning him in wave after wave of intense sensation.

Just as Nael neared his breaking point, a sharp smack rang out.

“Ah!”

“Who told you to touch yourself?” Killian growled.

Nael’s bruised body quivered as Killian’s relentless thrusts continued.

The sharp sting of their rough movements left Nael’s insides aching, his legs trembling with exhaustion.

Tears streamed down Nael’s flushed face.

“I won’t… I won’t touch it anymore. Please, just… be gentle. It hurts. I’m sorry…”

Despite Nael’s pleas, Killian showed no mercy, his relentless pace leaving Nael feeling like his body was splitting in two.

He gripped Nael’s slender frame tightly, driving into him with the intensity of someone entirely consumed by their desire.

“Stop… please… hngh…”

The pleading voice grew quieter, reduced to ragged, shallow breaths.

In the stillness, only Nael’s breathing echoed around.

Killian pressed his ferocious tip deep into Nael, as far as it could go, until there was no further space to push.

Only then did he release his hot c*m into him.

The sensation of it moving within his belly felt raw and vivid.

The thought that it might travel up and spill from his mouth made Nael cover his lips tightly.

He barely held back the rising urge to gag.

The long, relentless release finally came to an end. Killian basked in the lingering high, his breaths hot and heavy, relishing every moment of the peak.

As he slowly withdrew his sticky c*m-covered shaft, still throbbing with anticipation for more, its size hadn’t diminished in the slightest.

When the massive rod left the tightly stretched opening, cold air rushed into the void it left behind.

Was the liquid trickling down his thighs oil, or Killian’s s*emen?

If it was s*emen… it was an overwhelming amount.

The thick, milky liquid slid down, tickling Nael’s thighs as it dampened his dry skin.

With trembling hands, he reached to soothe his aching backside, stretched beyond imagination.

“I… I think there’s a tear,” he stammered.

Trying to touch his backside while lying on his side, Nael’s movements seemed clumsy and almost amusing.

His tearful, swollen eyes reflected his confusion, as if he’d truly broken something.

His blurred green gaze contained only Killian, every small gesture a vivid temptation that sent blood rushing to Killian’s still-throbbing c*ck.

The slowly closing entrance spilled some of the carefully spread c*ck in the process.

Fearful hands refused to leave the swollen and tender area they clung to.

“Ha… Nael.”

“Am I… okay? I can’t see,” Nael asked nervously.

“…D*mn it.”

“Huh? Ah!”

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