Northern Slave chapter 20

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If he pressed even slightly harder, Nael felt he might shatter like a fragile egg.

“Gently… Please…”

“Are you teasing me with that trembling hole? Or have you started enjoying it after a few tries?”

“T-that’s… Hnngh. Master, let’s take a short break, please?”

Killian’s fingers leisurely brushed past Nael’s testicles and up the c*ck of his erection.

A thick droplet of fluid hung from the tip of the now fully erect member.

With a teasing tap of his fingertips, Killian struck the sensitive glans.

“Aah, th-then… just a little bit, please. Too much, and it’ll hurt.”

A faint clink of metal came from behind him.

Killian’s belt unfastened, and the fabric covering his length dropped away.

“Master…”

“Answer me. If you keep going like this, your cock and balls will ache so much even your lower abdomen will throb,” Nael pleaded.

“That’s not entirely up to me. But I’ll try.”

The swollen tip of Killian’s rigid length pressed against the tight entrance.

Nael inhaled sharply, holding his breath in anticipation.

The first moment of entry was always the most nerve-wracking.

Strangely enough, Nael’s body seemed to adjust perfectly to Killian’s.

As the head touched him, his entrance twitched, and the inner walls tingled.

His body opened up, as if it had been waiting for this, craving the heat to spread deep inside.

Killian lifted Nael effortlessly, cradling him as he moved to the bed.

He laid him down gently, as though placing a feather on a cushion.

His red eyes, filled with desire, gazed down at Nael’s flushed face.

Killian did all the thrusting, yet Nael felt utterly drained.

Tremors of arousal wracked his body uncontrollably.

The snug walls of his inner muscles clung tightly to Killian’s c*ck, making wet, lewd sounds with every motion.

“Hah!”

Nael arched his back, spilling thin, watery fluid.

“Such little endurance,” Killian remarked, smirking.

He had only climaxed twice, but Nael had lost count of how many times he had.

It felt as though his body was producing endless amounts of s*men, more than he could ever imagine even urinating.

“Ugh…”

Completely spent, Nael’s limbs splayed out weakly.

His thighs quivered, trembling as they remained spread wide.

His cock, unable to maintain a full erection, wilted slightly but still twitched alive whenever Killian quickened his pace.

The overstimulated organ spurted pale, thin streams of fluid.

The prolonged climax seemed never-ending, relentlessly pushing Nael to his limits.

His throat was hoarse from crying out, and whenever his mouth dried out, Killian would offer him water.

He gratefully swallowed the lukewarm liquid passed from Killian’s lips.

“Mmnh… S-slow down. Please, stop now.”

“Hmm?”

“I… I don’t want to come anymore.”

“Haha, are you asking me to block that cock of yours? If that’s what you want, I can oblige.”

Nael couldn’t understand what he meant.

How could he possibly block it?

Forcing it shut would surely break something.

Killian rubbed Nael’s smooth, flat stomach, now sticky with s*men and sweat.

The earlier releases had dried into a thin, white film.

The seed Killian had spilled inside served as an ample lubricant, allowing his movements to slide in and out with ease.

Though the sensation was painful, it was laced with a maddening pleasure that made Nael feel as though he were submerged in scalding water.

“Hngh… Master.”

“Should I stop?”

“Mm… Yes…”

The deliberate way Killian asked, all while continuing to tease Nael’s peak, was maddening.

He didn’t bother hiding the smirk tugging at his lips as he watched Nael panting and trembling beneath him.

The emerald-green eyes, hazy with pleasure, stayed locked on Killian.

When Killian leaned down, pressing their torsos together, Nael instinctively wrapped his arms around his neck.

Clinging to him, he allowed himself to be drawn even deeper into Killian’s embrace.

“Ah…”

Killian sat Nael on his lap, guiding him down onto his length.

The new angle allowed him to reach places he couldn’t while they were lying down.

“Haa! N-no, I can’t. It’s too much.”

Nael buried his face against Killian’s shoulder, repeating his protests. It’s too deep. It’s going to tear. I can’t take anymore.

“Mhm,Y-oumphr c*ck ihhs too bi-Ahh!”(Your cock is too big, Master.)

He sobbed incoherently, tears rolling down his flushed cheeks and dripping onto Killian’s skin.

Even as Nael tried to squeeze his thighs together to prevent any further intrusion, Killian paid no heed.

Gripping Nael’s slender waist, he thrust hard and deep.

“Mmgh… M-Master… nothing’s coming out anymore.”

“That can’t be true. You’re still so wet.”

Indeed, with every movement, Killian’s c*ck seemed to draw out some kind of liquid.

Though it no longer looked like s*men, the cloudy fluid splattered everywhere, even reaching Killian’s chest.

It was something beyond Nael’s control.

“I’m going to—hngh—come again…”

“When did you ever need permission? You’ve been spilling yourself this whole time.”

“Let go… Please, I’m serious. I’m going to come!”

Nael shook his head desperately, his body trembling as something built up inside his stomach.

What if it wasn’t s*men?

What if he ended up urinating on Killian?

The thought horrified him, but the pressure refused to subside.

It was a sensation unlike anything he had felt before during their intimacy.

If he released like this, it might even splash onto Killian’s face.

Desperate, Nael tried to wriggle free, but Killian held him firm.

“Let me go. Please. I’m begging you. I’m really going to—!”

The urgency in his voice caused him to drop formalities.

He pushed weakly against Killian’s shoulders, but it was like trying to move a stone pillar.

Killian pulled Nael closer, sinking his teeth lightly into his neck.

Nael gasped, shuddering as the warmth of Killian’s tongue and the sweet scent of his skin overwhelmed him.

“Aah! Aah!”

Nael’s entire body trembled violently as a clear liquid sprayed out with force, splashing even onto Killian’s face.

In response, Killian let out a low groan and released himself inside Nael, filling him completely with hot, sticky fluid.

Killian wiped the droplets from his face with the back of his hand before leaning down to kiss Nael’s cheek.

His lips lingered, playfully sucking on the soft flesh.

Exhausted and utterly spent, Nael leaned against Killian’s chest, unable to move.

His body, now devoid of energy, sagged in his arms.

Killian called out to someone outside the room.

“Ren. Bring in the meal.”

“Yes, Your Grace,” came the response from beyond the door, followed by the sound of retreating footsteps.

So he heard everything.

Ren must have listened to every humiliating sound and word exchanged during their coupling.

The thought made Nael’s cheeks burn with embarrassment.

Killian, however, remained indifferent.

Grabbing a damp cloth, he spread Nael’s legs to clean him up.

His fingers brushed against the seed slowly trickling out.

“Hngh!”

“Should I plug it up? Has the hole gotten loose?”

“Ah….”

Nael clenched his lower abdomen, tightening around the invading fingers.

It was all because Killian’s size was monstrous.

Something that large going in and out—of course, it might have stretched the hole.

“Is it true?”

“…”

“Then, what should I do? Tell me. Please…”

Nael’s trembling voice was on the verge of breaking into sobs.

Killian watched him, then let out a hearty laugh.

How could someone be this innocent?

The thought that he was the one to claim Nael’s firsts filled him with indescribable joy.

If he taught him well, guided him properly, Nael would be filled entirely with Killian’s color.

A dark, expectant thrill surged within him.

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