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Once the long Northern winter passed and the next expedition date was set, Killian planned to bring him along.
Leaving Nael behind in the North was too risky—who knew what kind of trouble he’d stir up?
Even the normally taciturn Aiden was visibly troubled by him.
That little squirrel of a boy would undoubtedly scamper around causing mischief.
Rather than leave him, it was better to take him along.
The conclusion was simple. He would keep Nael stationed at the rear—or rather, locked away in the rear.
If he wanted to see his sister, he’d have to behave.
“We’ll set the duration as the winter in the North.”
“Wa-wait… too deep, ahn—!”
The shallow thrusts from before were gone—his length now pressed deep inside, stirring him up from within.
“Nael.”
“Ah… I-I’ll do well. Please… keep your promise. Take me with you…”
“I will. I promise.”
There was no need to wonder what he had to do to “do well.”
He just had to spread his legs whenever Killian wanted.
Maybe this would all end sooner than he had expected.
A small smile crept onto his lips.
A burning sensation spread from the entrance, past the perineum, to the empty sac and the tip.
The release splattered into the air, landing on both Nael and Killian.
His vision flickered in and out, but the lingering pleasure forced his eyes open.
Unable to endure any longer, Nael sobbed uncontrollably before finally going limp.
The endless, uncountable rounds had exhausted him.
His throat was sore, his entire body weak.
His body, still trapped in the peak of climax, reached its limit and drifted into unconsciousness.
“Ugh…”
A steady heartbeat echoed near his ear.
It was the sound of Killian’s chest rising and falling as he held Nael close in his sleep.
He could even feel the soft, warm breath tickling the crown of his head.
When had he fallen asleep on top of Killian?
The scorching heat of their union had left his memories hazy.
It had started in the morning, and by the time he woke up, it was night again.
Nael could only sigh.
A whole day wasted on sex.
Eat, sleep, and then do it all over again—it was no different from the life of a beast.
Nael gently swept aside the strands of hair covering Killian’s face, worried they might tickle his eyes.
His sharp, well-defined brows twitched slightly before relaxing again.
At least in sleep, he looked peaceful.
He should move off him so Killian could sleep more comfortably.
Even though Nael was on the slimmer side, his weight must be considerable.
He tried to shift away, but as soon as he did, the arms around his back tightened.
And then—he felt it.
The fullness deep inside him.
“Hah…!”
Oh god. What should he do?
Killian was still inside.
Nael reached down, fumbling to touch himself.
The slightest contact made his entrance burn.
He had no idea how many times they had done it, but it felt like the release inside him was plugging him shut, keeping anything from leaking out.
He carefully lifted his hips.
Please… just slide out.
“Hngh.”
The moment he moved, the thick heat inside him twitched. It was still hard.
He continued slowly raising his hips, trying not to wake Killian.
It was impossibly long.
When it was fully in, it felt like it was pushing against his insides, and now, getting it out without waking him was just as difficult.
“Mm…”
Just the tip left.
If he could just get past the thick, swollen head, he would be free.
“No.”
A husky, half-awake voice made Nael freeze.
He looked up to see Killian’s crimson eyes, still heavy with sleep, staring down at him.
With a small click of his tongue, Killian gripped Nael’s hips and pushed him back down, sliding himself fully inside again.
“Ah—! You, you have to take it out.”
“It’s warm inside. Just for a little longer. Until I fall asleep.”
“Master—!”
Killian let out a small yawn and stroked the back of Nael’s head.
“Good boy. Just keep it in, like a proper cock sleeve.”
“B-but… what if my hole stretches too much? What if it won’t go back? What if it breaks? Please, take it out, now—!”
Despite his shameless actions, Killian’s voice remained soft, gentle.
The way he patted Nael’s back, trying to lull him to sleep again, only made it worse.
What if his entrance stayed stretched open, permanently molded to fit Killian’s size?
Even the slightest movement made Killian’s hand return to his back, stroking in slow, soothing motions as if to calm him down.
Please, let me go.
Nael squirmed in protest, but in the end, he was the one suffering.
His raw, overused walls stung, as if they might tear apart at any moment.
His heartbeat pounded loudly in his ears.
But Killian, oblivious to his distress, only hugged him tighter.
Eventually, after struggling for what felt like forever, Nael’s body gave in.
With quiet, hiccupping breaths, he cried himself to sleep.
Had he blacked out for a moment?
When he woke again, he was lying against the soft sheets.
But the heavy, familiar fullness inside him remained.
That familiar, unsettling sensation…
“Mm…”
A steady rhythm of wet, repetitive sounds filled the air, accompanied by the sound of Killian’s breath.
Dream or reality, it blurred together, his dazed mind slowly sharpening at the voice calling his name.
“Nael… ha…”
“…Master?”
He let out a hoarse chuckle, his voice rough from the strain.
His thick tip was still buried deep inside the hole.
As if sleeping with something that big inside him wasn’t enough, he was even pleasuring himself in the same state.
Had he even pulled out even once?
“…Nael. Ngh!”
A low moan escaped from Killian as thick, hot release spurted from his tip, seeping into Nael’s inner walls, leaving them damp.
“Ah…! Master—Hngh! I-I’m awake now!”
Even as he spoke, Killian pushed in deeper, smearing his release against Nael’s walls with the head of his length.
Killian waited the whole time while Nael slept, but just as he was about to give in and start, he woke up right on cue.
His dazed expression made it clear he couldn’t tell if this was a dream or reality—his doll-like eyes just blinked slowly in confusion.
Before long, a hint of bewilderment surfaced in his half-lidded gaze.
The unquenched desire from the night before urged Killian on.
The warmth of Nael’s insides, the heat wrapped around him—it felt incredibly good.
If possible, he wanted to keep his cock inside him forever.
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