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Inch by inch, his body yielded, swallowing Killian down.
The pained whimpers in Nael’s throat soon melted into moans of pleasure.
Between stolen sips of wine and the helplessness of his restrained body, Nael found himself acting unlike his usual self.
“Ah— Master… Hah…”
“Are you drunk already?”
“N-No… It’s… too hot…”
The friction of the oil warmed his skin, the heat building until Nael couldn’t tell if it was from his own burning walls or the overwhelming stretch of Killian’s cock.
Soon, he couldn’t think at all.
The wet slap of skin, the oil-slicked thrusts—everything blurred into mindless pleasure.
Drool spilled from his lips as he surrendered completely.
His tongue lolled out, seeking Killian.
“K… Kiss me… Ah… Wanna taste… Hah…”
“Nghh—!”
Nael’s trembling grew increasingly intense.
As if forgetting his immobilized limbs, he let out a long, drawn-out moan and arched his back.
Killian gazed down at him with adoration, as if even this disheveled, broken version of Nael was lovable.
The flush of intoxication spread across his cheeks, pulsing with heat.
His burning face, soft as dough, lifted slightly as he smiled.
“Nael?”
Killian sensed something unusual.
This wasn’t like Nael’s usual self—quietly shedding tears and whimpering softly.
Instead, he’d grown more… assertive.
“Ugh… D-Did you go all the way in? I’m… I’m full.”
Nael felt like the cum Killian had pumped into him would spill back up his throat from the relentless pressure.
His muddled mind couldn’t tell whether Killian was pulling out or just pushing deeper.
Yet, despite the searing heat, his inner walls dragged him further into a sea of ecstasy.
His vision swayed dizzyingly.
It was like lying on the shore, letting the waves crash over his entire body—slowly pulling him in, then out, as if he were drowning in pleasure.
He wasn’t scared.
Even this strange sensation was something Killian had given him, so he accepted it gladly.
Though he couldn’t even lift a finger against Killian’s firm body, helplessly shaking, Nael let out a high-pitched moan, welcoming his climax.
“Ngh—ah!”
The tip of Killian’s cock brushed against his sweet spot.
Pleasure shot up his spine, piercing through his skull like a sharp stab.
The wine alone was enough to make him lose his mind, but combined with this overwhelming pleasure, even the last shreds of his rationality crumbled to dust.
“Ahh… Master, I’m—hnng—I’m gonna…!”
“Did the wine really taste that good?”
“Nn… It’s you, Master.”
“Hah, you little…”
Cum dripped from the shaft buried inside him.
Unaware he was even ejaculating, Nael panted, shaking his head wildly.
Killian’s cockhead pressed mercilessly against Nael’s most sensitive spot.
Even a careless thrust would have sent shocks through his oversensitive walls, but with Killian hammering into him, Nael writhed as if trying to escape the pleasure.
Deeper—even deeper—Killian’s cockhead clung to the very end of Nael’s inner walls.
His stomach tightened, trying to resist, but Killian didn’t stop.
No, he couldn’t stop. Not until he’d reached Nael’s very core.
The inside of Nael was unbearably warm, so comforting that, as long as Killian was buried in him, he couldn’t think of damned vassals, barons, the imperial palace, or the northern affairs.
Nael’s mind floated hazily, as if his entire body were weightless.
He felt like he was being dragged somewhere far away, his rationality flickering under the maddening pleasure.
“Ah—! Hah!”
Even after cumming, Nael’s cock didn’t soften, still spurting thin streams of cum.
It was as if his body was being wrung dry, forced to give up every last drop.
His back arched and flexed wildly.
He knew if he kept moving like this, he wouldn’t be able to leave the bed tomorrow—the image flashed vividly in his mind.
But Killian held his waist steady, continuing to thrust relentlessly.
Climax and pleasure.
Heat and moans tangled together in a messy heap.
Every time a lewd sound escaped Nael’s throat, his stomach clenched, twisting around Killian’s cock as if desperate to keep him inside.
It was like Nael’s body only wanted Killian’s cum, gripping him endlessly, refusing to let go.
“Y-You feel… too good, Master! Ngh—!”
His sharp cries echoed loud enough to fill the bedroom.
“You’re properly drunk now.”
“Ah—! N-No… Hah!”
There was no end to the climax.
Tears soaked Nael’s blindfold as overwhelming pleasure dominated him.
“Master… Ah!”
“You’ll lose your voice at this rate.”
Even a quiet remark would be heard.
Clicking his tongue lightly, Killian took a deep swig straight from the wine bottle before tipping the last mouthful into Nael’s mouth.
Nael giggled drunkenly, his tongue darting out playfully.
Amused by his ridiculous cuteness, Killian kissed him lightly, and Nael sucked greedily, tangling their tongues as if savoring the taste, running his own over Killian’s teeth.
When Killian removed the blindfold, Nael’s slightly scrunched eyes fluttered downward.
His unfocused gaze landed on his own cock—stretched wide around the shaft buried inside him, a bubble of precum glistening at the tip.
Killian gripped his cock, stroking it slowly, never forgetting to thrust deeper into his ass.
Nael’s toes curled as he screamed, “Ah—! Ngh!”
His lower half was a complete mess.
Spilled cum and lube mixed together, filling the room with a lewd scent.
Killian fucked into him ruthlessly before finally releasing what felt like an impossible amount of cum deep inside him.
It was so much that Nael feared it would surge back up his throat.
“Hah… ngh.”
Gasping for air, Nael went limp as Killian finally released his ankles.
His legs fell apart, completely spent.
When his wrists were freed, Nael blinked up at Killian dazedly.
“I… I think I’m really drunk.”
His eyelids drooped heavily.
“Nael, don’t tell me you’re falling asleep?”
Damn it. He shouldn’t have given him alcohol.
With belated regret, Killian glanced down at himself.
His cock, still hard and unrelenting, showed no signs of softening after just having cum.
“Nael.”
Nael, struggling against his sluggish body, slowly lifted his eyelids at his master’s call.
His half-lidded eyes were still heavy with sleep.
“Master.”
As he tried to sit up, Killian pressed down on his shoulder.
Defenseless and innocent-faced, Nael obediently lay back down and closed his eyes again.
Only his lips moved slightly as he murmured,
“This is strange… Maybe…”
“Look.”
“Mmm… Okay.”
Gradually, sensation returned to Nael’s body.
He glanced down at his stifled lower half and let out a shaky breath.
He was wearing leather undergarments—tightly sealed, with only a small opening for urination.
When Nael carefully sat up, his tousled curls swayed lightly.
The leather garment was fastened with a tiny lock, making it impossible for him to remove it himself.
Killian wound a strand of Nael’s hair around his finger.
It’d look even prettier if it grew longer.
The lustrous golden locks shimmered brilliantly, almost blinding under even the faintest sunlight.
“Isn’t it uncomfortable? Do I have to keep wearing this?”
Instead of answering, Killian pressed his lips to Nael’s plump cheek.
Like pudding, the soft flesh yielded under his kiss before bouncing back into shape.
Killian’s crimson eyes fixed on Nael’s lips.
He should’ve been filled long ago.
He knew it was a strange greed—to control Nael, to hold everything in his grasp.
Yet Nael gazed up at him with such natural innocence, easily surrendering even the smallest freedoms.
“Hold me.”
Nael wrapped his arms around Killian’s neck and parted his lips slightly.
Before their body heat could even mingle, a sweet whimper escaped Nael’s cute mouth.
Killian didn’t miss it, pulling Nael’s waist flush against him.
His body burned with the urge to tear off that leather and plunge into him—it was pathetic how just a kiss could make him react like this.
He dragged his fingertips lightly over Nael’s pink nipple.
“Ah—hng.”
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