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Before he could react, Nael found himself flipped over again, now facing Killian directly.

Meeting his commanding gaze, Nael tried to turn away, but he forced himself to meet Killian’s piercing red eyes.

His chattering teeth betrayed his exhaustion as his breaths came in short gasps.

Through the small window behind Killian, the night outside remained pitch black.

It was clear that this night would stretch on endlessly.

“Touch it. This is what was inside you.”

Guided by Killian, Nael’s hand reached out to touch his sticky cm-coated cck.

The mingling fluids—Killian’s and his own—made it feel unbearably warm, as though it held a burning core.

It was stiff, its tip twitching slightly, and Nael flinched at the sensation.

Killian’s heated breath grazed Nael’s crown as he looked up, tears that had been teetering on the edge of his lashes finally spilling over.

Maybe he should’ve leaped into the sea instead of fleeing the harbor.

No, he had to survive.

He needed to return to his sister.

That was where he belonged.

Nael shook his head.

If they continued, he was certain his body would be completely broken and unable to return to normal.

The thought of living an abnormal life left him wishing tomorrow would never come.

He hadn’t taken anything to dull the pain, but his mind felt far too sharp, leaving him no choice but to endure the overwhelming sensations etched into every fiber of his being.

“I can’t… I can’t do it anymore, Master. My body feels like it’s breaking.”

“Nael, you’ve already healed. Try touching it again.”

“Ah…!”

Just as Killian said, the aching opening had returned to its original state, save for some swelling.

There were no signs of permanent damage.

Nael hoped Killian would take pity on him, letting him sleep even for a day without pushing him further.

Yet Killian pressed on, as if waking Nael from the lingering shocks was a necessity.

Nael felt utterly pitiful.

As Nael tentatively explored the tender space, Killian positioned himself between his legs.

Without hesitation, he pushed Nael’s shoulders, laying him flat.

“Ah…!”

“Wrap your arms around my neck.”

Killian whispered softly into his ear, licking away Nael’s hot tears as they slid down his face.

The memories of their second union were fragmented.

Whenever his vision flickered and went dark, he would be roused with a sharp slap, only to drift away again soon after.

Killian’s red eyes swam before him, distorted like heat waves.

The rising nausea left him no chance to swallow even a dry gulp.

Dizzy and dazed, Nael couldn’t fully grasp what was happening to him.

Killian deliberately aimed for the places Nael felt most, striking them with relentless force, causing him to climax multiple times in a single act.

His raw, aching passage and tense lower abdomen throbbed unbearably.

The cries he let out during those forced releases left his throat parched and cracked.

“Ugh!”

Unable to hold it back, Nael dry-heaved, though nothing came out.

The guttural sounds rising from his throat felt foreign.

His limbs were limp, surrendering completely to Killian’s control, while the bandages wrapped around his body—carefully applied by Ren—were half undone by his writhing.

All his awareness seemed concentrated on the sensations emanating from his ravaged backside.

“I… I can’t take any more. Ah… stop! Again… ahh… no…!”

Overwhelmed by the mix of pain and intense pleasure, Nael begged tearfully, his arousal betraying him each time.

The relentless waves of ecstasy teetered into torment, leaving him desperate for reprieve.

Though he wanted Killian to stop and release inside him, Killian’s monstrous c*ck seemed even more deliberate and unhurried the second time.

“Ah… ah….”

A wave of climax surged through him again, causing his waist to arch involuntarily.

This sensation was heightened by Killian’s relentless stimulation of Nael’s sensitive parts with his fingertips, leaving him trembling with pleasure even as he released.

Nael’s c*ck, which had been a soft pink hue, was now a flushed red, slightly swollen and drooping after climax, swaying with the movement.

As a hoarse moan escaped his throat, Killian captured Nael’s lips as if unwilling to waste even that sound.

Nael’s smaller lips were easily swallowed up by Killian’s mouth, their tongues entwining deeply.

Warm breaths mingled as Killian teased Nael’s tongue and gently grazed the roof of his mouth, drawing needy whimpers that seemed etched into the delicate membranes of their tongues—a thrilling sensation.

Nael’s long, densely fringed lashes fluttered as he let out soft moans, his vulnerability only fueling the rising heat in Killian.

“Ahh…”

The moment they pulled apart slightly, Killian leaned in again, entwining their tongues once more.

Nael’s tongue, dry and stiff from exhaustion, could only weakly respond.

Every new sensation Nael felt began with Killian—there had been no shy first kiss for him.

Even the chaotic passion and intense pleasure they shared painted vivid strokes across the blank canvas of his innocence, always dictated by Killian.

Without a word, Killian’s gentle touch on Nael’s lips signaled him to part them naturally, creating space for Killian to enter.

Nael’s dry tongue was soon coated with Killian’s saliva, and even his weak breaths were swallowed entirely.

A slight increase in the intensity of Killian’s movements had Nael breaking into loud cries.

The overwhelming pressure on his hips left him feeling as though his pelvis might shatter, his limp body occasionally twitching in response.

Nael’s blunt nails scratched at Killian’s back in desperate protest, but with his strength utterly drained by repeated climaxes, his resistance was no more than a faint tickle.

Killian found his feeble struggles endearing, almost laughably so.

Ignoring the weak marks Nael left, Killian continued his relentless rhythm.

The grand bedroom Killian occupied aboard his massive ship echoed with the sounds of their passion.

Killian admired how well Nael endured his rough thrusts.

Despite his comparatively smaller frame, Nael managed to take Killian’s massive length—a size that made Nael’s own c*ck seem almost childish—with surprising resilience.

The slightly torn entrance from their earlier encounter only bore a trace of blood without tearing further.

“Mm…”

Killian pressed firmly against Nael’s inner thighs, his white skin yielding under Killian’s fingers as his legs were spread wider than ever before.

Nael furrowed his brows, glancing down at himself, stretched open in a way he’d never experienced.

His thighs trembled from overuse, muscles spasming after enduring so much.

He wanted to stretch his legs to alleviate the ache, but Killian’s weight pinned him down, rendering him powerless.

The wet, rhythmic sound of their movements was accompanied by a creeping fear that Killian’s length might drag his insides out with it.

The bedding beneath him was soaked, leaving his hips damp and sticky.

He couldn’t tell whether the wetness came from himself or Killian.

His own release had already smeared across his abdomen, pooling in the dip of his navel.

“Haa…”

Nael’s arms, once wrapped weakly around Killian’s neck, finally dropped limply to his sides.

His legs, which had been hooked around Killian’s waist, slipped and fell limp.

Even keeping his eyes open was a struggle. Killian clicked his tongue and murmured something under his breath, but to Nael, it sounded like muffled noises.

His senses were overloaded, leaving him unable to focus on anything but the lingering pleasure.

His hazy vision blurred further as he squinted.

When Killian pulled his upper body away, Nael instinctively moved a trembling hand to his lower abdomen.

Beneath his sticky skin, he could feel Killian’s massive length shifting inside him.

The sheer size, extending past his navel, reshaped his body in ways he couldn’t comprehend, stirring unfamiliar sensations deep within.

“Nael, can you feel how far I’ve gone inside you?”

“Ahh! Ugh…”

Nael couldn’t count how many times this had happened already, his c*ck weeping clear fluid in response to Killian’s relentless thrusts.

Killian glanced down at the milky fluid staining Nael’s stomach, then grabbed Nael’s wrist, smearing the fluid across his chest.

The faint moonlight streaming through a small window bathed Nael in a shimmering glow.

His sweat-drenched blond hair sparkled like precious jewels.

Though bringing Nael here had been a challenge, Killian found it more than worth the effort.

Nael’s utter innocence, his sheer lack of understanding, made him all the more pliable and easy to mold. Killian concluded this with certainty.

Nael’s unfocused green eyes never left Killian, even in his dazed state.

Though confused now, Killian was confident Nael would quickly adapt to life in the North, finding his place without hesitation.

Nael’s delicate, elegant form and flawless, unblemished skin perfectly matched Killian’s desires.

The sensitive flesh, reddening with the slightest touch, was an ideal canvas.

Killian decided to leave his mark—not a crude brand that would mar the beauty of his skin, but an indelible tattoo, inked beneath Nael’s collarbone, bearing Killian’s name for all to see.

Dark, sinister desires crept up from Killian’s toes, consuming him entirely.

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