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“W-Wait… Don’t tell me you didn’t pull out yesterday? Ah—! Hold on… Aah, ngh—”
Nael struggled to lift his upper body with his elbows, desperately trying to pull out.
He pushed against the blanket with his toes, forcing himself to move.
The moment he woke up, he was already filled to the brim, his mind reeling from the overwhelming sensation.
If he wanted to regain even a shred of sanity, the first thing he had to do was get this shameless cock out of him.
“Ah… Master, p-please take it out… Hngh!”
As if amused by Nael’s feeble resistance, he grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them down.
“Nael Baker.”
“Ah… M-Master… Hah… P-please, not so much…”
It was as if he had no understanding of restraint or satisfaction.
Deeper—just a little deeper.
Though Killian had the strength to force his way in, he moved with deliberate patience, rolling his hips in a slow, measured rhythm.
Tears finally burst from his clear eyes, streaming down his dry cheeks, refusing to stop.
Nael, still so naive, had no idea that this only excited Killian even more.
His flat lower belly swelled slightly.
With his wrists restrained by Killian, Nael could only shake his head in protest.
Physiological tears flowed uncontrollably, blurring his vision into a hazy mess.
The rigid length, as unyielding as a wooden barrel, relentlessly pressed into Nael’s deepest parts.
It felt as though it would pierce through just above his navel.
As if this wasn’t the end, as if it could reach even farther inside, it was pushed in with stubborn determination.
It sank in effortlessly, so deep that the coarse hairs brushed against the cleft of his rear.
This wasn’t just a simple thrusting motion—it was an act driven by the will to reach the very end of his inner walls.
“More.”
“Ahhk! No, I-I can’t take any more.”
He wanted to go deeper—deep into Nael’s body.
Even just pushing in a little felt intoxicatingly good, so how much more if he went all the way…?
With that thought, Killian pressed in further.
But Nael trembled violently, fear gripping his body.
Killian had promised, again and again, that he wouldn’t break him.
And yet, Nael, so easily frightened, teared up at the slightest push.
“Mmngh…”
The greed to push Nael to his limit had gone too far.
Terrified that his insides would truly be torn apart, a thin stream of urine trickled from Nael’s urethra.
Even as he sobbed miserably, his clear eyes shed even clearer tears, making him look all the more endearing.
When Nael, gasping in fear, barely managed to take in even a little of his length, it was a great relief.
“Nael, you wet yourself.”
“Hhic… Th-That’s b-because of you, Master… Hngh….”
“Yeah, it’s because of me. I’m sorry.”
Slowly, his movements gained speed.
Nael’s desperate pleas for him to stop scattered like the wind. His teary eyes soon declared surrender.
Swaying like shallow waves, he yielded himself to Killian.
When they first met, Nael had no memory of doing anything special that would have drawn Killian to him.
He had only focused on silently enduring whatever was demanded of him.
Killian never seemed to tire of it, raising him up at every chance.
Nael wasn’t some skilled courtesan.
Nor was he a noble, so he lacked refinement and grace.
He was nothing more than a man who scraped by each day, taking on whatever work he could to survive.
Killian, on the other hand, had everything—status, honor, power, and immense wealth.
Nael couldn’t understand why someone like that was so stubbornly fixated on him, so obsessed.
At times, he wondered if someone had placed a curse on his body—something that made men gravitate toward him, as if he exuded some irresistible scent.
Curious, he parted his lips, his words tumbling out in broken gasps.
“Hhngh… D-do you… like my body? Ngh… Why?”
“Because it’s mine.”
“Mm… I like it……”
Just as Killian had told him, he let out exactly what he felt.
The sensation deep inside him was searing, as if nothing but pleasure existed there.
It was like Killian had torn his mind apart—he couldn’t think at all.
In the end, the endless question of ‘why?’ crumbled into dust and vanished, leaving only the boiling heat consuming his entire body.
Kilian’s bite marks covered his entire body, blooming with heat like flowers in full bloom.
His nipples, sucked so intensely the night before, had even shed a bit of skin.
The bedroom was filled with thick, heated air, and when a faint breeze stirred, brushing against his nipples, a sharp sting followed without fail.
His breath came in ragged bursts, dizziness washing over him.
“…I feel lightheaded.”
Nael murmured to himself.
The suffocating heat was even more stifling than the midsummer tropical nights of the southern regions where Nael had lived.
Limp and drained of all strength, Nael lay there, his body filled with Killian’s massive cock, while the deep bruises imprinted across his skin laid bare the aftermath of their unrestrained coupling.
“I’ll open the window.”
Killian pulled Nael into a tight embrace, lifting him up.
Nael flailed briefly like a fish skewered on a spit before hastily clinging to Killian for support.
Holding Nael securely, Killian slowly rose to his feet.
“You won’t fall. I won’t let you go, so just lean on me. A breath of fresh air will help.”
Nael could barely muster the strength to wrap his legs around Killian’s waist.
Just as Killian had said, the salty breeze drifting in from the window was somewhat helpful.
But the heat was overwhelming, and the lack of fresh air left him feeling lightheaded.
“Master, my legs… I can’t put any strength into them…”
“It’s okay. You don’t have to do anything at all.”
“Mmngh…”
“Nael.”
Killian slowly laid Nael down on the table near the window.
Killian pressed a kiss to Nael’s eyelids.
The damp eyelashes that lifted to meet his gaze, the way Nael’s eyes sparkled under the sunlight—they looked like precious jewels.
To think such beauty could be bought with just a few gold coins.
No, even if the baron had demanded more, Nael would have given himself willingly.
He was worth more than any material wealth, beyond what mere numbers could measure.
Killian couldn’t suppress the smirk tugging at his lips.
“Master?”
“I should reward you.”
“Ah… M-Master… Ah… Hngh.”
A slick, wet sound escaped from Nael’s body.
Killian moved without pause, thrusting deep inside him.
Nael, dazed and breathless, clawed weakly at Killian’s forearm.
Feeling the soft inner walls clinging tightly to him, Killian let out a low, heated groan.
“Nael.”
“Ah… Y-yes…”
“Say that it’s my plaything. That it belongs to me alone.”
“……Hhk. I-I’m… Master’s toy, hh… Ahng.”
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