The fragrant oil, brought by Teore’s attendant and carried past the knight guarding the door, smelled of roses.
Raha watched as Teore, supporting his weight on his knees between Raha’s legs, generously applied the oil to his fiercely erect member.
Teore’s eyes gleamed with a predatory lust as he looked down at Raha, pushing that massive length—so huge it made one wonder if such a thing should even be attached between a human’s legs—back inside Raha’s heat.
Raha was panting softly from their actions just moments before, his eyes half-lidded in a way that looked inexplicably sultry.
Seeing this, Teore felt a surge of desire so intense it made his stomach churn.
“Hngh…”
An aching groan spilled from Raha’s lips as the shaft slid inward, aided by the slickness of the oil.
Monitoring Raha’s reaction, Teore repeatedly pulled out and pushed back in the moment Raha began to twist in pain.
With each consecutive push, he increased the depth.
Before long, half of the shaft had breached Raha’s tight passage.
Feeling his insides completely filled by the thick length, Raha, who had kept his eyes tightly shut the entire time Teore was pushing inside, opened them and looked down.
He had thought it was all the way in, but looking down, he saw that only half of the shaft had entered.
Raha’s face went stark white.
‘It’s… it’s this agonizing already, and only half of it is in?’
Panicking, he instinctively reached out and shoved at Teore’s chest.
Teore caught his hand, pressed a kiss to his palm, and spoke.
“We can get it all in, Laha.”
He said it so easily, as if it weren’t his own body being torn apart.
When Raha’s face contorted into a frown, Teore drew his length back out.
Shifting his lips from Raha’s palm, he parted them and lightly bit down on Raha’s middle finger.
“Hah.”
The sensation of the length sliding out and the sharp nip on his finger hit him simultaneously, producing a strange wave of pain mixed with a bizarre sort of pleasure.
As Raha let out another pained groan, Teore licked the middle finger he had just bitten and, in one swift motion, violently drove his hips upward.
“Ahgkh!”
In an instant, the length that had only been halfway in plunged almost entirely to the hilt.
Along with the sensation of his lower half being split in two, a sharp pain bloomed in his lower abdomen, as if he had been struck from the inside.
Overwhelmed by the unbearable ache, he couldn’t even groan; his breath simply caught in his throat.
Teore collapsed over Raha, holding him in a tight embrace.
Cradling Raha’s trembling body entirely within his own, Teore buried his lips into the crook of Raha’s neck.
He nipped at the flesh, sucking hard enough to leave a dark bruise.
“Hngh!”
Raha, who had been holding his breath from the pain below, gasped and cried out at the sharp sting on his neck.
With more than half of his length buried inside—unable to push further or pull back out—Teore continuously bit, sucked, and licked at his neck.
As Raha gradually grew accustomed to the pain below, the tension instinctively gripping his thighs began to fade.
In that exact split second, Teore snapped his hips forward with a heavy thud, burying the remaining inches deep into the recesses of Raha’s stomach.
“Ahgkh!”
The suffocating pressure, coupled with a terrifying wave of sudden pleasure, made him feel as if his entire body was shattering.
The sheer intensity was so agonizing that his own erect member went half-flaccid, and physiological tears spilled freely from his eyes.
Teore leaned down to lick the tears away, his voice thick and raspy.
“See? You can take it all.”
‘This bastard.’
Swallowing the curses that rose to the back of his throat, Raha glared at him through tear-filled eyes.
Teore looked back with mysteriously glittering black eyes, a smile spreading across his lips.
Raha couldn’t understand why the man was looking at him with such profound affection.
Only a few days ago, this very Northern Duke couldn’t endure the real Raha’s tyranny and had tried to strangle him to death with dark magic.
As Teore continuously lapped at his spilling tears like a dog, Raha turned his head side to side, busily trying to push Teore’s chest away with his hands.
“Relax, Laha. So I can move.”
Every time Teore spoke, the thick length filling his stomach twitched, stimulating his inner walls.
The lethal pain mingled with a bizarre pleasure, causing his inner walls to pulse instinctively, clamping down tightly around the shaft.
The sensation seemed to drive Teore past the brink of endurance.
Letting out a low, aching groan, he buried his face in Raha’s neck, his tongue still tracing Raha’s skin.
“Haah, Laha…”
Seeing Teore nuzzling against his neck and murmuring like a whining large breed dog, Raha unconsciously reached out and stroked his fine, smooth hair.
At that, the length filling his insides twitched again, swelling even larger, forcing a wet groan from Raha’s mouth.
“It feels like your inside is going to melt my cock down and swallow it whole.”
Muttering in a cracked, low whisper, Teore flexed his hips, deliberately twitching inside as if telling Raha to feel it all.
“Hngh…”
As the length stretched his inner walls to their absolute limit, creating an intense pressure, Raha found it unbearable.
He threw his arms around Teore’s neck, clinging to him desperately.
That embrace seemed to completely snap whatever thread of reason Teore had been holding onto.
Discarding his previous restraint—where he had remained still out of consideration for Raha’s pain—Teore pulled his hips all the way back and began to drive into him at a terrifying speed.
“Ahgk! Ah! Haah!”
Raha’s vision flickered repeatedly under the relentless, merciless pounding.
With every retreat of the shaft, the inner walls instinctively clamped shut, only to be forced wide open again by the head of his member, producing a wet, lewd squelching sound.
The strange ache from his overstretched core, combined with the faint, creeping sensation of pleasure, caused high-pitched cries to tear from Raha’s throat.
Yet, every time Teore slammed into him with full force, the breath was knocked clean out of him.
He sobbed, instinctively shaking his head from side to side.
“Ugh, hngh, ah.”
The insertions dug so deep and relentlessly that he became terrified his inner organs might actually be pushed right out of his mouth.
Then, just as suddenly as he had begun pounding into him with furious momentum, Teore froze and pulled his length completely out.
“Haaah…”
As the tight, stretching pressure vanished, Raha’s body gave an involuntary shiver.
“Since this is my first time doing this…”
Teore offered a slightly awkward, troubled smile as he poured a generous amount of the rose-scented oil over his own fingers.
“Thinking about it, making sure you can actually take it comes first.”
He murmured to himself, as if he had only just realized this.
“If I knew it would be like this, I should have studied beforehand.”
Raha scoffed internally.
For a misanthrope who loathed being touched by anyone, it was ridiculous to imagine him studying such a thing.
Come to think of it, it was strange…
In the original novel, Teore Scaredet was a man who hated touching anyone with so much as a fingertip, save for the main protagonist, Edrion.
Yet, the moment their lips had accidentally brushed before, this man had thrust his tongue right into Raha’s mouth.
Granted, he hadn’t received his outbreak-suppressing treatment for nearly two weeks, so it was understandable that he lost his reason the moment light-attribute mana flowed into him.
But out of all people, to thrust his tongue into the mouth of someone he despised so much he had almost killed him once—that made no sense at all.
Raha blinked slowly, watching Teore’s fingers become thoroughly slick with the oil.
Before he could even process the thought of whether those fingers were about to go inside him, the oil-slicked fingers wedged themselves past the entrance.
“Hngh.”
“It certainly goes in much smoother with the slickness.”
“Ah…”
“Does it hurt? The fingers go in much easier than expected.”
Teore asked, pushing his fingers deep inside and stimulating the inner walls.
It didn’t exactly hurt, but the profound sense of an invading foreign object made his toes curl automatically.
Of course, compared to the overwhelming thickness he had been forced to endure just moments ago, this was practically nothing.
However…
