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Zeroth yanked open the drawer of the bedside table.
“Aah—!”
The moment pleasure and pheromones burst forth, the head of his cock was tightly clamped shut.
“Ghk—! Haaahk!”
As Sylvian’s pheromones exploded outward, Zeroth sharply held his breath, forcing himself to stay rational.
Instead of releasing him, he let his own pheromones drip slowly, one drop at a time, over Sylvian’s.
“Ngh—! Zeroth! Hah—! Ah! Please! Sobb—!”
Frustrated by the blocked pleasure, Sylvian sobbed and thrashed—but the pheromones came first.
Though he flinched at the gradual mingling of their scents, he soon began accepting Zeroth’ pheromones as if forgetting the pain.
“Nn…! Hk!”
“Madame.”
The moment Zeroth confirmed he was taking the pheromones well, he called out leisurely.
Sylvian, who had been sobbing and squirming, froze at the sudden change in address.
“Y-Yes! Hah—!”
“I said we’d take it slow today, didn’t I?”
“Sob! Y-Yes…”
Why? Why? His tear-filled eyes looked up in confusion.
Zeroth kissed his green irises, licking away the falling tears.
“My pheromones might hurt you, Madame.”
Sniff.
When Zeroth rubbed his thumb firmly over the trapped tip, a broken moan tore free.
“Haa—! Nngh! Master!”
What a clever student.
The moment he changed his address, Sylvian matched it perfectly, drawing a chuckle from him.
“You should listen well, shouldn’t you? This is for your own good, Madame.”
“Sob… Yes.”
“And what should you do about your urine?”
At the overly relaxed question, Sylvian bit his lip hard.
Even he could tell Zeroth’ pheromones no longer hurt.
He could hold it—but being forcibly blocked felt awful.
If this was just the beginning, there was still plenty of time before full arousal.
“Nnn—! Kgh! Ngh!”
He should refuse—but the pleasure, denied release, made his hips buck desperately.
His face burned crimson as his waist rocked shamelessly.
‘I’m not—not some animal—!’
“My, my bitch is in quite the noisy heat.”
He couldn’t even argue against Zeroth’ amused remark.
“M-Master…!”
“Yes, Madame?”
With every slow stroke of Zeroth’ large hand, Sylvian’s moans grew louder.
“Block it—! Hah! Ngh! P-Please—!”
“Block where?”
“Y-Your bitch! Waaah—!”
When his cock and nipples were touched at once, his limbs trembled violently.
Ngh—!
Even though his heat cycle hadn’t fully taken over, the lightning-like pleasure felt like it might kill him.
“The—the front hole. P-Pee… sob. Block my pee.”
Pant, pant— He panted like a dog, tongue lolling out.
Struggling to repeat the words he’d been taught, he was rewarded with a pat on the head.
“Hah—! Hih!”
As fingers released his tip, a cold tube pressed into his urethra, suppressing the erupting cum.
Splurt— The spurting semen pooled in the catheter, blocked by Zeroth’ fingers.
“Hh—! Hngk!”
“Madame, relax—or you’ll hurt yourself.”
Wouldn’t it hurt less if you just took it out?!
Every time trapped cum swirled inside the tube, Sylvian’s head spun dizzily.
“Ugh—!”
Shhk.
Buzz.
With each firm press of Zeroth’ fingers, the catheter slid deeper.
The trapped cum, denied release, throbbed in agony.
“Hah—! Hiiit!”
“You’re doing well. Good boy, aren’t you?”
Zeroth soothed his trembling body with steady pats.
Bit by bit, Sylvian swallowed down the long tube.
The deeper it went, the more his body shook.
Maybe I should pull it out once.
Zeroth clicked his tongue in regret.
“Sob…”
“Shhh, it’s done.”
Huu…
A small sigh escaped.
Sylvian glanced down at his blocked cock, eyes welling with tears.
“You held out so well.”
Mwah.
Mwah.
Soft kisses landed on his forehead.
Sylvian stiffened, bracing for what was to come.
Once it was fully inside, there’d be no way out.
If Zeroth didn’t allow it, he couldn’t even piss or pull out the damned toy—obedience was his only option.
“Nngh—!”
“Since the bitch’s front hole is blocked, he’ll only piss with permission.”
“Yes! Yes! Hah—!”
It hurt.
It hurt so much he thought he might die—but his body, having already tasted pleasure, welcomed Zeroth’s invasion, assuring him this much was bearable.
“How fortunate that Madam has always kept himself pure.”
Zeroth’s fingers pushed deeper.
His body, so aroused it had formed a slick pool beneath him, trembled eagerly at even a single finger.
“Th-Thank you! Hah—! Thank you…!”
Even in the throes of heat, Zeroth never stopped lecturing.
Sylvan nearly yanked his hair out in frustration.
Tears welled in Sylvan’s burning eyes as he watched Zeroth torment him methodically, each movement deliberate and cruel.
“Ngh…”
Zeroth swiftly undid Sylvan’s lower garments and tossed them aside.
Then, a thick cock pressed slowly into him, stretching each inner fold with agonizing precision.
Sylvan’s hips quivered violently.
“Hah—!”
At the deepest point, it rubbed relentlessly against the most sensitive spot.
Blocked in front and denied release, Sylvan sobbed in overstimulated frustration.
“Shh.”
Zeroth licked away his tears, murmuring that it was fine to cry from too much pleasure.
“Hnng—!”
Sylvan’s head tipped back uncontrollably.
His breath hitched as pleasure coiled tighter, the trapped seed in his ducts thickening the torment.
I want to come.
Let me come.
His mind was drowning in need.
Driven by desperation, he greedily swallowed down Zeroth’s cock, its slow thrusts maddening.
Moans spilled endlessly from his lips.
As his walls fluttered, Zeroth’s pace quickened.
Thrust!
“Hah—!”
Their pheromones tangled wildly. Pain was long forgotten—every touch now set his body ablaze, welcoming Zeroth completely.
The wet slap of skin grew louder.
Sylvan’s consciousness floated away, only to crash back each time his body was slammed into the floor.
“!
“Kuh—!”
His pleasure-chased body suddenly stiffened.
His chest swelled like it would burst—then did, in a blinding rush.
“Haaaah—!”
His front, still plugged, remained untouched, but his inner walls clenched violently, hurtling him into climax.
Zeroth bit into his exposed throat.
Strangled by Sylvan’s tight heat, Zeroth lost himself too.
Finally, Sylvan felt it—only from behind.
“Hh… Ngh…”
Thrust!
Thrust! Thrust!
“Hah! I’m—! Ngh! C-Close—!”
Dazed from his first full climax from behind, Sylvan barely registered Zeroth’s renewed roughness.
His walls, still gripping the cock inside, welcomed the movements eagerly, as if craving more.
Stars exploded behind his eyelids.
“Hih! Hiiik—!”
His toes curled, saliva pooling helplessly.
Fear of falling made him cling to Zeroth’s neck.
“Zeroth! Zeroth! Ah! Aah—!”
As Zeroth’s thrusts grew fiercer, Sylvan’s moans pitched higher.
His body shuddered—could he come again?
“Hah! Ah—!”
“Madam, shall we go together—front and back?”
Even as he pounded relentlessly, Zeroth hadn’t forgotten the catheter.
His rough fingers brushed Sylvan’s trapped cock.
Sylvan thrashed his head, overwhelmed, but Zeroth only tapped the plug sealing his tip.
Buzz…
The sound of the urethral toy vibrating.
The trapped seed inside Sylvan pulsed, demanding release.
“Hhk—!”
“Permission. Hah. Madam, you must ask for permission.”
Zeroth’s breath hitched between short groans.
Sylvan’s pheromones flooded thicker than last cycle—
A dry riverbed now drowning in a flood, water rising to his waist.
“M-Master! Master! Nn! P-Permi— Hah! Hih—!”
Pleasure shook him like death itself.
Just calling him Master locked him in place under those crimson eyes, devoured without escape.
He never managed to beg properly, but Zeroth seemed satisfied.
He lifted Sylvan’s hips, driving deeper—
At the same time, the catheter’s seal vanished.
With each thrust, the tube slid partly out, only to sink back in when Zeroth withdrew.
Fluid and seed swirled violently inside.
Clink!
“Zeroth! Ngh—! Aaah—!”
As Zeroth spilled into him, the catheter was yanked out ruthlessly.
Squelch.
Drip.
Pop.
Strange fullness flooded his walls.
His body convulsed as he came, front and back simultaneously—
For the first time.
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