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The overwhelming pressure was unlike anything he’d ever felt.
The sheer size left him gasping, his ragged breaths hot against Ashard’s shoulder.
“Shh, relax. If you clench like this, you’ll hurt yourself.”
As much as Ashard wanted to keep pushing in without pause, Eren’s obvious struggle forced him to hold back.
He rubbed soothing circles into Eren’s trembling back, though the act itself was merciless.
It took immense patience—patience Eren knew most men wouldn’t bother with.
Another man might have ignored his pain and fucked him raw just to satisfy his own desires.
But Ashard adjusted to his pace, holding back despite the strain.
Whether it was the mood or the fact that this was his first time, Eren’s heart pounded erratically—so hard he couldn’t tell if it was beating normally or not.
Slowly, Eren loosened the tension in his body.
As his clenched walls relaxed, Ashard stroked his back gently.
“Good. Just lean on me.”
“Hng… Ashard, p-please… go slow…”
“I can’t promise, but I’ll try my best. If it’s too much—”
Was he saying he’d stop?
Eren’s mind raced ahead, but Ashard dashed those hopes immediately.
Instead, he wrapped Eren’s arms around his neck and finished:
“—then bite my shoulder. Or scratch me.”
“……”
“Ah, and don’t hold back your moans.”
Resentment flashed in Eren’s eyes.
What difference would biting or scratching even make?
Watching him, Ashard’s lips curled slightly.
“I might not be able to hold back either.”
His voice was thick with certainty.
The thickness was nothing like fingers.
As that massive shaft pushed deeper inside him, a shiver raced down Eren’s spine.
The slow, deliberate thrusts made every engorged vein painfully apparent, only heightening the stimulation.
This was on an entirely different level from the fingers that had stretched him earlier.
The sensation of being filled to the brim was so intense his stomach bulged slightly.
Just as he was gasping from the overwhelming fullness, Ashard began moving his hips a little faster.
Each deep thrust pressed relentlessly against his inner walls, drawing out ragged, broken moans.
The lewd sounds were unbearably stimulating—so much so that Ashard bit his lip hard, teetering on the edge of losing control.
Despite his efforts, the fleshy pillar embedded inside Eren was an entirely different matter.
Having grown even larger within, it pressed mercilessly against his inner walls, and what had once been stifled moans now escalated into ragged, overwhelmed gasps.
“Hah—ah! Ah, why is it—nngh—getting bigger?!”
His voice trembled with a mix of protest and choked-back tears.
Even as his body obediently took it in, the strained whimpers he let out only spurred Ashard to bite down on his stiffened nipple.
He hadn’t meant to torment him, but the faint moans—no, even the fevered panting—sent a thrill through him, driving him to act on instinct.
“Just wait a little longer.”
Ashard shifted his hips as if searching for something.
Everything up until now had merely been preparation.
He couldn’t be the only one drowning in pleasure.
When his thick length pushed in ruthlessly, Eren’s body trembled so violently it was almost pitiful to watch.
“Hyaa—?!”
The moment Ashard’s cock thrust deep into a particular spot, Eren’s back arched sharply, his voice breaking.
That distinct, swollen ridge—the one his fingers had failed to find earlier—was now unmistakable.
“No wonder it was hard to locate, buried this deep.”
Eren’s spine stiffened, his eyes flying wide as he stared at Ashard, struck dumb by the sensation.
It was strange, unlike anything he’d ever felt—pleasurable yet indescribable, sending shivers through him that defied words.
One thing was certain: every time Ashard struck that spot, all he could do was moan helplessly.
A wicked grin curled Ashard’s lips once he found the place Eren liked best.
Seeing it, Eren felt a flicker of dread—but before he could process it, Ashard drove his hips down hard.
Eren’s body jerked violently as the thick shaft inside him crushed against that sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Hah—nngh…!”
The thought of holding back his moans never even crossed his mind.
All he could do was surrender to the unfamiliar pleasure, his voice breaking around ragged, shameless sounds.
As Ashard continued hammering into that spot, the tight ring of muscle that had once clenched so stubbornly began to loosen, as if molding itself perfectly to his shape.
A thin, translucent fluid dripped from the tip of Eren’s small, pink cock—his earlier pleas to go slow now forgotten as his hips moved greedily, desperate not to let Ashard slip even an inch away.
“Hnngh—ah! Hah—ah! Nngh!”
“Good. Don’t hold back—your voice is too sweet to muffle.”
Ashard deliberately ground against that spot, and before long, Eren’s slender waist bucked wildly.
Overwhelmed by the dizzying peak, Eren slumped against Ashard’s shoulder, gasping for air.
Pale streaks of cum spilled messily onto Ashard’s stomach, smearing against Eren’s chest as their bodies pressed together.
While Eren lay boneless and spent, Ashard only felt the ache in his lower half grow sharper.
Even after Eren’s climax had squeezed around him, Ashard’s cock remained hard, buried deep inside.
The artifact’s effects had pushed Eren to the edge so thoroughly that his lower half was now slicker than before, dripping obscenely.
“Haah… hah…”
Despite the thick intrusion still filling him, thin rivulets of fluid seeped out in intermittent pulses.
The sensation of coming from behind was so bizarre that Eren shuddered, pressing his flushed cheek against Ashard’s shoulder.
The feeling of warm, smooth skin against his own sent another wave of unbearable emotion crashing over Ashard.
‘I don’t want anyone else to see this.’
At least… not like this.
Not the defiant glare Eren usually wore, but this—his face flushed, lips parted around ragged breaths, expression twisted in pleasure.
The way he’d already screamed himself hoarse but was now struggling to hold back even the smallest sounds.
Every flicker of his lashes, every tiny whimper was so unbearably endearing it drove Ashard mad.
‘Mine. I’ll never let go.’
He pulled Eren’s delicate body tightly against him, lifting him effortlessly, and Eren—as if sharing the same thought—clung back in haste.
Ashard laid him gently onto the bed, then drew the curtains shut, plunging the room into darkness.
“I’m sorry.”
“…Huh? For what?”
“You probably won’t be walking properly tomorrow.”
Before Eren could process the implication, Ashard gripped his thighs and spread them wide.
Without giving him a moment to recover, he pushed back in, burying himself to the hilt in that slick, clenching heat.
“Hyaa—! Hah…!”
A high-pitched moan tore from Eren’s throat as the relentless rhythm began anew.
With the windows sealed tight, dawn never reached that room—swallowed whole by the night, the hours stretched endlessly on.
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