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“Haa—! Ngh! Guhk!”
“Stay still.”
Zeroth’s precum filled his mouth as it was roughly forced down his throat.
It was slick and had a strange taste—he wanted to spit it out, but Zeroth was faster.
“Keuk! Ghhk! Hhk! Ugh—!”
Zeroth’s release poured down his throat.
Before he could turn his head and vomit, a firm hand gripped his neck.
Gulp.
His Adam’s apple bobbed under the force pressing against his throat.
“Hrk… Hngh…”
His face must have been a mess.
Instead of hitting him, was this how Zeroth had decided to handle him roughly?
His lips and the inside of his mouth stung.
His stomach twisted uncomfortably from the sudden intake.
Smooch.
Smooch, smooch.
“You did well. As expected, my wife’s service is the best.”
“…Thank you.”
A gentle kiss accompanied the praise, and a faint smirk curled at Sylvian’s lips.
Click.
Zeroth’s hand unfastened Sylvian’s belt buckle. Seeing what was underneath made him chuckle.
So Elgana really had been inquiring about the risqué lingerie that had been trending among noblewomen lately.
His wife was wearing nothing but a flimsy scrap of fabric, barely enough to cover his adorable little cock.
Sylvian, likely sniffling as he hurriedly put on his underwear at Elgana’s urging, came to mind, bringing a smile to Zeroth’s lips.
“Ah! Nngh, hngh!”
“Looks like your front hole is already eager to leak.”
Zeroth playfully rubbed Sylvian’s small length through his underwear as he stood up.
“Hngh!”
“As if posing a surprise quiz, Zeroth asked with a serious expression.
‘When can the front hole start leaking urine?’
‘Hngh! Ah!’
Sylvian, gripping Zeroth’s shoulders, couldn’t answer as his length was being tormented.
‘Aah! Hngh!'”
A large hand gripped his length tightly, moving rapidly from top to bottom.
Slap, slap.
The only sound filling the space was Zeroth tormenting Sylvian.
Every rough stroke made Sylvian flinch and tremble.
“Haah… ahh!”
“That won’t do. You still haven’t answered me. When will your front hole be able to come?”
“Ngh… ngh.”
Words wouldn’t come out.
He knew it, but— hic!
Maybe because it had been a while since they last did this, Zeroth was being more mischievous than usual.
“Nngh, hic— No. Aah!”
In the end, as the small body collapsed, trembling in his arms, a deep smile spread across Zeroth’s lips.
“Uh, hic… sniff… M-Master, your c-cock… hic… when you thrust it into my p-… p—”
After answering, Sylvian burst into sobs.
The pain up front was unbearable.
He felt like he could release at any moment, but Zeroth blocked his entrance, tormenting the area around it.
“M-Master! Master!”
Sylvian called out to him in a strained voice.
Even as he kissed Zeroth and tangled their tongues together, pleading for release, Zeroth refused to grant it.
“Please… use me. Haa… fill me up.”
Trembling between pleasure and pain, Sylvian suddenly spoke as if he had reached some sort of realization.
Only then did Zeroth finally press a kiss to the corner of his eye, as if rewarding him.
Squelch.
“Ahh! Hngh!”
Zeroth’s length pushed into the slick, melting heat.
Even while teasing the front, his fingers had already been slipping in and out of the tight entrance behind.
Consumed by each other’s pheromones, the two melted together, lips meeting as their bodies pressed closer.
“Mmngh!”
“Haah… Sylvie.”
As Zeroth’s low voice called Sylvian’s name right by his ear, a tight heat coiled deep in his lower abdomen.
Zeroth chuckled softly as he bit down firmly, then pressed his lips all over Sylvian’s small ear, teasing him.
“Sylvy, Sylvy. My pretty Sylvy.”
Each time that pet name left Zeroth’s lips, followed by a kiss, Sylvian’s body flinched in response, trembling helplessly.
“I’ll allow my little bitch to piss—but only while savoring his master’s cock.”
“Hik! Y-yes! Ah—ugh!”
Thud!
Smack!
Sylvian thought he would climax immediately once Zeroth entered, but his body, already accustomed to Zeroth, couldn’t even release easily without his permission.
Zeroth thrust in so deep that his hips slapped loudly against Sylvian’s rear.
“Haa… ahhh!”
Before he could even say he was coming, white liquid spilled onto Zeroth’s stomach.
Slap!
“Ah—! Haa… no…!”
The sudden sting on his rear sent a wave of fear crashing over him, as if a switch had been flipped somewhere in his body.
Smooch.
Smooch. Smooch.
Sylvian could feel his body stiffening as if something was about to snap below, but Zeroth didn’t stop.
He kept moving, releasing his pheromones even more intensely.
At the same time, he pressed kisses onto Sylvian’s hair and cheeks without pause.
“Ah…!”
“Sylvie, it’s okay. It’s me. Zeroth. Do you want to call me ‘Jeri’?”
Overwhelmed by fear, Sylvian clung to Zeroth in a daze.
Endless kisses rained down on him, and his body, heated by the man’s touch and pheromones, forgot its pain and instead cried out for more pleasure.
So this was why he’d been touching him all over these past few days under the pretense of giving a massage.
“Hhk!”
“Sylvie. You’re being good, aren’t you?”
“Ah… ngh!”
Zeroth felt Sylvian’s body relax around him again and pushed in even deeper.
His kisses trailed lower and lower.
A moan escaped as he kissed along Sylvian’s neck, collarbone, and down to his shoulder.
“Haa—! Again, again!”
“Should I make you come again?”
“Hng! Y-Yes! Hic! I’m coming!”
Sylvian’s body, completely lost in pleasure, trembled uncontrollably, spilling fluid even without Zeroth touching him in the front.
“I’m coming! Hng! Jerry! Hah!”
“Haah…”
Zeroth held Sylvian tightly as he called out the pet name he had given him, pulling him close as he arched backward.
At the same time, he, too, reached his climax deep inside.
“Hnn…”
Creak. Creak.
Zeroth’s cock was still spilling cum.
Every time he moved his body slowly to squeeze out the last drops, a lewd squelching sound echoed from where they were joined.
Sylvian trembled as he felt the liquid filling his insides to the brim.
It felt like he was about to burst.
Was Zeroth coming longer than usual?
He had almost panicked midway—so how did he get through it so easily?
He gasped for breath, but unlike last time, he didn’t lose consciousness. Instead, his body trembled slightly in surprise.
“As expected, my wife is just too beautiful.”
After finishing, Zeroth continued moving languidly, pressing a small kiss to Sylvian’s nose bridge.
“Hehe.”
“Was it too much for you?”
Nod.
Honestly, this was just right.
Any more than this, and he’d be no better than a beast.
Ah, was it during the heat cycle that things got that bad?
As Zeroth moved again, Sylvian’s expression began to crumble once more.
Didn’t I say it was too much?
Zeroth pretended not to notice the gaze and took the swollen nipple into his mouth.
“Mmnh…!”
“Your pretty hole is begging to swallow me again.”
Sylvian was unable to pull away from Zeroth’s teasing voice, instead finding himself drawn back into his embrace.
‘What am I supposed to do when this guy goes into rut?’
Now that he thought about it, he had never once experienced Zeroth’s rut before.
Thrust.
A sob burst from Sylvian’s lips as Zeroth buried himself deep in one swift motion.
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