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Even as Kilian complained about how tight he was, he’d surely fill him to the brim with cum until his stomach was full.
“Ngh…”
“You take it so well, even without any oil.”
“Hah… Master.”
“Does your hole even tighten? I haven’t loosened you up, yet it slides in so easily.”
“Ah—!”
The impatient thrusts continued.
His inner walls quivered, struggling to accommodate the sudden intrusion.
The stretched entrance, forced wide open, yielded completely.
A large hand yanked his thigh, dragging him helplessly forward.
At the same time, the tight space was ruthlessly pried apart, leaving no room for resistance.
“Ngh—! S-Slow down… Ah!”
It was too large to be human—the overwhelming thickness pounding into him made Nael shift back slightly, only for his thighs to be yanked firmly into place.
Would his stomach tear?
From the outside, the visible bulge could only be the outline of Killian’s swollen tip.
So hot.
The searing heat of Killian’s cock stretching him open felt unbearable.
His mind refused to process it.
Strangled, unfamiliar sounds spilled from his lips—noises he could hardly recognize as his own.
Killian’s eerie gaze burned into Nael as he trembled.
“Master… ngh, please—slower… Ah! It’s too hot…”
The tearful, breathy whisper tickled Killian’s ear, and he couldn’t suppress a smirk.
Annoyance—that’s all it was.
This doll, who should only smile for him, had been flashing harmless grins at others too easily.
Petty spite, perhaps.
He wanted to make him cry, to cling helplessly—all because that bright smile had been given to someone else’s eyes.
The thick intrusion inside him didn’t relent.
As if determined to carve deeper, the rigid length strained against Nael’s walls, ruthless in its pursuit of his innermost heat.
“Master—ah! P-please… move…”
Nael pleaded with a trembling voice.
“I’m sorry. I won’t pick the flowers again. I should’ve just looked… I was foolish.”
He stammered through his confession, admitting his mistake.
It had been a grave miscalculation to assume Killian would understand.
Just as Ren had said, he’d carelessly plucked an extremely expensive flower—of course Killian was furious.
He had to apologize and beg for forgiveness.
Nael clutched his own ice-cold feet, digging his nails into the skin as if trying to endure the pain through sheer will.
“Who the hell would be angry over something as trivial as a flower?”
“Then… why are you upset? If you tell me, I’ll fix it.”
“Stop scratching your feet.”
With a light smack, Killian swatted Nael’s hand away.
His body was so sensitive—even the slightest pressure left marks.
The skin, flushed red, took longer than usual to return to its normal color.
“Nngh…”
Nael squirmed, his hips lifting slightly.
The tension in his lower abdomen made his cock twitch painfully.
Damn it, Nael.
What was he planning to do, breaking his own dick?
Was he so desperate that he’d even try to walk around with it stuffed inside?
Killian spat out a sharp curse, his voice rough.
The greedy, clenching walls around him made his length throb.
“Relax.”
He moved his hips slowly, deliberately stimulating the tight, velvety heat.
When he touched Nael’s chilled feet, the boy’s slender fingers twitched, wrapping around one of Killian’s.
Just a single thick finger—but Nael’s face melted into something soft and relieved, as if that alone was enough.
The more Killian tried to pull away, the tighter Nael clung.
It should’ve been nothing to shake free, but Nael’s grip carried a stubborn determination.
“I’m already fucking you.”
“I want to touch you… Master. Hahh!”
Every deep thrust felt like a punch to the diaphragm.
The heat radiating from the massive cock filling him pressed up to his throat, so intense that Nael’s breath seemed to pour from Killian’s tip instead.
“Hihhk! W-Wait—Ngh! I-I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum! Ahh!”
His vision whited out as pleasure peaked.
Bound limbs trembled violently as an overwhelming climax tore through him.
Unable to resist or escape, his release splattered all the way up to his chin.
Killian dragged his fingers through the mess on Nael’s collarbone and jaw, pressing them against his lips.
When they slipped past his parted mouth, Nael sucked eagerly, making lewd, wet noises as if savoring candy.
His tongue chased after Killian’s retreating fingers like a child robbed of a treat.
The obscene sight burned itself into Killian’s mind—Nael, swallowing his cum like it was delicious, begging for more.
“Damn it, Nael…”
“Hahhn!”
Nael writhed like a beast in heat.
Amidst the filthy, wet sounds, his tiny whisper slipped out: “Hold me… Master.”
His pitiful gaze made Killian undo the restraints on his wrists.
Limbs falling weakly, Nael still trembled, trying to entangle himself with Killian.
“Ah—!”
In a blink, his world tilted.
Forced onto his stomach, hips raised high, he could feel Killian’s coarse pubic hair against his stretched hole.
“Master, i-it’s too deep—Ngh! Ah! M-Master…?”
The cloth that had bound his wrists now wrapped tightly around his cock and balls, squeezing them into an aching red.
His swollen sac looked ready to burst—bite down, and it’d split open, bleeding.
Killian didn’t bother hiding his sadistic urges anymore.
Why bother easing him in, letting him adjust?
Nael still craved his affection, didn’t he?
A boy who’d never been loved would cling to even the smallest warmth like a lifeline.
“I-I can’t cum… Master, please, untie me—”
“No.”
“Sob…”
“We’re finishing together. Understood?”
Nael nodded timidly.
Killian’s eyes gleamed like a predator selecting its prey as he relentlessly hammered against Nael’s sensitive spots.
His swollen cock and balls swayed heavily in the air.
“Ahh! Master— Hng!”
The blocked climax built up in waves.
Nael didn’t even notice the drool dripping from his lips, his entire focus fixed on Killian.
A thin string of precum stretched taut, hanging by a thread.
His mind blanked, leaving only one thought: ‘I need to cum.’
This unbearable peak wouldn’t end until he spilled everything.
“If I let you come quickly, you’ll be freed, right?”
Killian’s low voice came out rough.
Gasping, Nael clenched around him.
His lower stomach quivered as his inner walls clung tightly to the shape of Killian’s cock.
Haa…
The entire length of him became one with Nael.
It almost felt like Nael’s ass was sucking down the slick dripping from Killian’s thick head.
When Killian bent down and bit into Nael’s pale shoulder, his body shuddered, but he came anyway.
Now, even that release was blocked, trapping him in uncontrollable pleasure with no escape.
Nael’s body and mind melted.
Time seemed to stop in this moment, sound fading away—as if frozen in eternity.
“Hahk—Master.”
He felt like he was suffocating from the peak.
His throat tightened as he barely managed to call Killian’s name.
The pleasure filling his skull threatened to explode, his heart on the verge of stopping.
Every nerve in his body was alight, his breathing ragged.
Afraid he might lose himself completely, his parted lips desperately sought Killian.
Finally, Killian’s hips jerked rapidly, as if he was close.
A flood of cum spilled deep inside, so much it felt like it would overflow from Nael’s mouth.
“Hng—Ah! Ah, Master!”
The blocked release burst free as Nael’s hips trembled, splattering come everywhere.
He cried Killian’s name, feeling like every drop of blood in his body was bursting in ecstasy.
His mind and body seemed to shatter apart under this madness.
Haa… His breath hitched.
His lungs expanded and contracted violently, his chest heaving.
He wondered if he might die like this, mid-pleasure.
Unable to fight the exhaustion, his body slumped.
“Aah! W-Wait! Just… just a little break—”
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