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Nael mouth wouldn’t close, his tongue felt parched and rough as it dried out.
He had no idea what he was even saying—just mindlessly repeating what I was told.
Even that came out broken, words cutting off, fragmented.
His pronunciation slurred, and more than speaking, he was desperate to catch his breath.
Nael’s heart, which had been fluttering erratically, now pounded as if it had broken down completely.
A choked sob echoed through the quiet bedroom, and it was always hard to believe that the sound was coming from him.
His cock, standing stiff, twitched as it spilled cum.
Right after climax, his insides, growing soft and pliant, couldn’t withstand the relentless thrusts of Killian’s cock and spasmed once again.
Trembling, the overstimulation sent jolts through me, pushing Killian closer and closer to his own release.
Deeper and deeper.
Killian released in long, drawn-out bursts, driven by the relentless desire to keep his seed from spilling out—to leave it inside Nael forever.
It came in five or six waves, one after another, filling him to the point where it seemed like it would overflow.
Nael trembled from the sheer amount, his insides quivering as if struggling to contain it all.
His lower belly looked as though it was swollen with nothing but Killian’s release.
It wasn’t easy to pull away from Nael, who lay dazed as if his very soul had been wrung dry.
As Killian withdrew from the warmth inside him, he pressed a kiss to Nael’s damp skin.
He traced over the marks he’d already left, deepening the bruises in the same spots, hoping they wouldn’t fade too quickly.
“Uh… It’s… too much…”
“I know. Should I go easy on you today?”
“Ugh… Y-yes, th-thank you…”
Nael, ever so clever, had already learned something new and was quick to apply it.
The inner flesh clinging to the tip peeled away with a slick, wet sound.
Killian gazed silently at the parted entrance, his eyes naturally crinkling in satisfaction.
Nael’s once-small hole was now visibly stretched.
Not long after Killian withdrew his thick length, a cloudy liquid dripped heavily from Nael’s opening.
“Hngh… It feels strange,” Nael whimpered.
“I’ll help you.”
The opening had become supple enough to take in multiple fingers with ease.
Gathering his fingers together, he pushed them inside the hole that was desperately trying to close.
His fingertips scraped along the inner walls, dragging out the remnants of Kilian’s release.
Thick, clotted seed dripped onto the bedroom floor.
Even in the midst of it, Nael’s body trembled weakly, writhing against the lingering heat that had yet to subside.
The relentless fingers swept across the sensitive inner lining, driving him to the brink of madness.
He could feel it—the way his insides clung to the intrusion, welcoming even the fingers with fervent desperation.
And among the swollen, oversensitized flesh, one particular spot responded with alarming intensity.
“Ah… ngh… again, hnn…”
Before he could even finish his words, his hips jerked involuntarily.
He had already come far too many times to release anything more, not even the faintest trace of seed.
Instead, as a dry climax wracked through him, his eyes snapped wide open.
Even with his eyes shut, a dazzling light flickered chaotically behind his lids.
“Hnn…”
When he was still somewhat sane, he should have said he’d take care of the rest himself.
It wasn’t like this when he used his own hand, but the moment Killian touched him, the pleasure flared up like an intense wildfire.
As soon as he pulled his fingers out, the opening twitched and clenched instinctively.
“Aiden!”
From beyond the closed bedroom door, Aiden’s calm response came.
“Yes, Your Grace.”
“Prepare the bathwater. And something for Nael to eat.”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
The moment Nael realized that Aiden must have heard all his moans and everything that had happened between them, a wave of shame crashed over him.
His drooping eyes trembled as he looked at Killian, barely holding back tears.
The sobs he had managed to suppress spilled out again, making a pitiful sight.
“D-Did he hear everything? The knight, I mean. Hhic.”
“Nael, just pretend they don’t exist. Look at me.”
“H-How? It’s too embarrassing.”
Killian’s presence filled Nael’s vision entirely.
The satisfaction curling at the corners of his lips formed a gentle arc.
“Only look at me, Nael.”
Killian’s long hair fell forward, blocking Nael’s view.
As he wiped away the tears trickling down Nael’s cheeks with his thumb, he smiled tenderly.
As Killian’s face drew closer, Nael instinctively closed his eyes.
Their lips met softly, and tongues entwined.
At the same time, the entrance, which had finally closed, was nudged open again by Killian’s flesh.
Ah… It’s starting again.
Realizing this, Nael wrapped his legs around Killian’s waist.
When the northern winter passed and Killian left for his next campaign, he had promised to take Nael with him.
That meant he couldn’t disobey.
Until then, he would endure, be patient, and wait.
His home was the lush, green South.
If he closed his eyes, he could picture the little cottage there.
He must never forget it.
Maybe, just maybe, Killian would tell him to wait in the South until the campaign was over.
Nael clung to that small hope, holding it close to his heart.
“Mmngh… Master.”
Nael stroked Killian’s cheek, curving his eyes into a pretty smile.
Killian often told him he was beautiful.
“Ahh!”
“Why are you acting so adorably?”
“I… I want a reward. C-Can’t I…?”
Hic…
Killian thrust in all at once and immediately began to move with force.
Squelch, squelch—his balls smacked against Nael’s ass with each deep stroke.
It should have hurt, but Killian didn’t seem to have a single weak spot.
He kept pounding in relentlessly.
The inner walls throbbed with a fiery heat, the sharp sensation making Nael cry out, but all he did was furrow his brows slightly.
“Nngh! Y-Yes! There—hic! It… it feels weird.”
“What kind of ridiculous thought did that tiny head of yours come up with this time?”
“Master…”
“Tell me, Nael.”
Nael’s lips quivered with hesitation.
“Are you angry?”
The slick movement of his waist came to an abrupt halt.
Trapped in Killian’s shadow, Nael had no way to escape those piercing, glowing red eyes.
“D-Don’t be mad. You scare me. I just… I just wanted to be cherished. And you said… you said you’d take me to the South so I could see my sister. I was trying to be good. Master…”
“Nael, you don’t have to be so wary on purpose. Just do as you’ve been doing, and I promise I’ll take you to the South. Try to trust me a little more.”
“Hhic… Okay.”
As Nael gave a small nod, it became the signal for another entangled union to begin.
His gasps seemed to serve as permission, and soon, the sound of water being poured into the bath meant for him filled the room, constantly pricking at his ears.
Nael did not avert his gaze from Killian.
Their eyes met in the empty space between them, tangled in an unspoken exchange.
“Hngh! Master! I… I love it… Ah… Ahng!”
Nael arched his back as he reached his peak, his body shuddering with the overwhelming sensation.
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