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This might have been a harbinger of misfortune for Nael, but Killian was thoroughly satisfied.

Nael couldn’t do anything except flinch at his fingertips.

His remaining strength seemed completely depleted, and his half-lidded eyes drooped heavily.

His thighs, spread as far as they could go, endured the weight of Killian’s massive body pressing down on him.

When Nael convulsed during a violent climax, he barely managed to raise a trembling hand and scratched the back of Killian’s hand, which was gripping his thigh.

It was a weak gesture, no more than the flutter of a butterfly’s wings.

Killian gazed intently at the faint scars on his hand, observing the fragile, powerless act as he focused on his thrusts.

Between Killian’s fingers, Nael’s pale flesh was exposed.

A little more food would surely fill him out.

Compared to the corpulent baron, it was evident Nael hadn’t eaten nearly enough.

Killian found himself irritated at the thought of the baron’s neglect—using Nael as he pleased without properly feeding him.

His jaw clenched in anger.

Killian kneaded the delicate lines of Nael’s thin legs.

Even the rough touch sparked subtle reactions from Nael, though that was all.

A muffled, unintelligible sound spilled from between his clenched teeth.

The firm tip of Killian’s c*ck pressed against Nael’s most sensitive spot, causing his waist to spasm.

The trembling inside Nael’s c*ck tightened and gripped Killian’s ***.

After enduring countless releases, the swollen interior was more sensitive than ever, reacting sharply to Killian’s relentless movements.

The bedding was stained with a mix of fluids, and drops of blood began seeping from Nael’s bruised rear, worsening with each impact from Killian’s hips.

Every time Nael tried to pull away from the hardness of Killian’s body against his bruised, purpling skin, Killian only pushed harder.

Nael bit his lip against the relentless pressure of Killian’s c*ck.

“Aah… Please, stop… I think I’m going to c*m again…”

Ignoring Nael’s pleas, Killian continued to assault the same spot with merciless precision.

His rapid, powerful movements didn’t falter until a scream tore from Nael’s lips.

Overwhelmed by the electric climax, Nael let out a desperate cry.

Escaping from the unbearable reality, Nael’s eyes fluttered closed.

Killian clicked his tongue, debating whether to wake Nael.

Clear fluid still leaked in delicate streams from Nael’s c*ck.

His tear-streaked face was contorted in exhaustion, his brows furrowed tightly.

Killian gently lifted Nael’s eyelids to check, but there was no sign of consciousness.

Killian’s c*ck was still unsatisfied after just one release.

Holding Nael’s limp body, he resumed thrusting, driving into the slackened walls of Nael’s ass.

Killian’s gruff voice, laced with frustration, echoed in Nael’s ears, though Nael’s long lashes only quivered faintly in response.

With a wicked smile, Killian slammed into the same spot that had rendered Nael unconscious moments earlier.

“Ah! Ahhh…”

Nael’s damp eyelashes fluttered open, his gaze meeting Killian’s.

His clear green eyes reflected a complex mixture of emotions.

Nael’s c*ck stirred again, trembling.

He wiped at his tear-swollen eyes with one hand, his vision blurring as Killian’s fiery red gaze burned into him.

“Ahh! Again… Again!”

As if the earlier release wasn’t enough, Killian’s unrelenting movements drove Nael to climax once more, his milky release spurting uncontrollably.

His arched back formed a taut curve, and his consciousness wavered in a haze that felt like drifting into an endless void.

Another forced climax overwhelmed Nael’s trembling body.

His c*ck felt achingly raw, as though some nameless part of him had been utterly drained.

His parched throat burned, yet his cck continued to release small spurts of fluid with every harsh thrust of Killian’s unyielding cck.

Killian’s rigid abdomen glistened as it caught the scattered droplets.

Even the c*ck driving in and out of Nael was slick, with no time to dry between releases.

“Master…”

Nael’s small voice caught Killian’s attention, prompting him to slow his movements slightly.

Nael’s swollen rear must have been in pain.

Killian wasn’t trying to break him—ruining him in a single night would defeat the purpose of bringing him here.

His pace became gentler, his thrusts stroking the sensitive inner walls.

Killian adjusted Nael’s legs, folding them closer together and placing them on his shoulders.

Nael’s thighs quivered, and though the c*ck remained inside, the tension eased slightly.

Leaning into Killian’s support, Nael resigned himself to waiting for dawn.

Killian’s upper body, soaked with sweat, moved rhythmically, his long black hair swaying with every motion.

The obscene squelching sounds filling the room made Nael wish he could go deaf.

He’d never imagined his body could make such noises, not even in his wildest dreams.

“Is there anything left? Nael, you keep c*mming. How did you live with such a lewd body?”

“Ugh… I want to stop… It’s too much. No, it feels… good, but it’s too much.”

Nael tried to block his c*ck with his hand, frustrated by the endless spurts staining his chest and collarbone.

‘Please, stop.’

He resented his betraying body, wishing he could hold on to some sense of control.

Yet his fraying consciousness kept snapping under the strain of relentless pleasure.

Killian’s gaze darkened as he removed the loose bandages from Nael’s feet.

The sight of scrapes and cuts along his soles sharpened Killian’s expression.

The wounds, likely reopened from the rough bedding, only fueled his simmering anger.

This defiant little creature…

“What did I say I’d do if you tried to run away again?”

Killian’s voice was cold as his movements stilled.

His piercing gaze sent a chill down Nael’s spine.

“M-Master…”

“You’re not to harm yourself. Only I’m allowed to mark you.”

“Yes… If I run away…”

“I’ll break your ankles and burn your hometown to the ground.”

“No… Please, no…”

Nael covered his eyes with trembling hands, unable to meet Killian’s deadly gaze.

The raw intensity of his master’s threat was suffocating.

Through his sobs, he promised repeatedly not to run away again.

Killian, disliking when Nael avoided his gaze, chose not to force him this time.

Instead, he resumed his thrusts, emphasizing his dominance.

“You belong to me, Nael Baker.”

“Yes… Master.”

No more words followed.

The swollen inner walls quivered as if consumed by fever, unable to suppress the searing heat.

His mouth was also filled with an overwhelming warmth.

The hole, which he had feared might tear when the tip first entered, now swallowed Killian’s length with ease.

Killian’s gaze fell upon Nael’s small feet.

His soft lips brushed over the injured soles.

Though Killian’s entire body was sculpted with firm, unyielding curves, his lips were as gentle as a feather.

The ticklish sensation made Nael’s toes curl.

A damp tongue licked his big toe, then sucked on it with a wet pop.

“Master! That’s… that’s dirty!”

Even though he had washed before bed, they were still feet.

Nael mustered every ounce of strength to pull his foot away.

His desperate movements were almost frantic, as though he had some hidden reserve of energy.

“Agh!”

Like a child pouting over a stolen toy, Killian bit down on the toe.

Nael whimpered and began to cry, claiming it hurt.

Only after leaving clear teeth marks did Killian finally let go, now gazing down with satisfaction.

Nael flexed and stretched his toes to check for any lingering pain.

A hint of resentment flickered in his watery green eyes as he glanced up.

Releasing the captured foot, Killian leaned forward.

Tasting Nael’s tender skin awakened a thirst within him.

An impulsive desire surged—to leave his mark all over Nael’s porcelain-like body.

He twisted the soft pink nipples, leaving the surrounding skin red.

He bit down on the areola, leaving circular imprints.

Nael struggled, tugging at Killian’s hair in protest, only for his resistance to be short-lived.

The biting continued, now moving to his shoulders.

No matter how much Nael writhed, the connection remained.

His strength was utterly spent, and soon he was sobbing and begging forgiveness for sins he hadn’t committed.

“It… it hurts. I’m sorry… Please forgive me… Ah! Master! Hic!”

Killian savored Nael’s pleading like a connoisseur relishing a fine melody.

Nael’s once-clear, glass-like voice had grown hoarse after several cries, and the sharp scent of Killian’s release lingered in the air.

Even the sight of Nael covering his reddened nipples with trembling hands was a work of art.

More exquisite than any masterpiece, the scene brought a smile to Killian’s lips.

“You’re beautiful, Nael. Move your hands so I can see.”

“Ugh… You keep biting me—my nipples might disappear at this rate.”

“I won’t bite. Let me see.”

At his gentle tone, Nael hesitantly lowered his hands.

His stiffened nipples were surrounded by a soft pink hue, with clear impressions of Killian’s teeth marking the delicate skin.

It was oddly satisfying to look at.

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