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Soft lips traced over sensitive skin with slow, wet drags.
The slick sounds of his tongue only added to the obscenity.
It almost felt like a distraction from the pain below—and indeed, as his nerves focused on his chest, Eren gradually relaxed.
He clung tightly to Ashard’s neck, as if begging him not to pull away, but the tenderness vanished in an instant.
The sensation of being filled to the brim surged back to the surface.
“Hah, ah—! D-don’t bite, ngh—!”
“You want me to bite harder?”
Pleasure wracked Eren’s body, leaving him limp.
Ashard supported his waist firmly, pulling him closer into his embrace.
Eren’s arms tightened desperately around Ashard’s neck, but his rough movements still jolted through him relentlessly.
Burying his face against Ashard’s nape, Eren panted raggedly.
Earlier, Ashard had pretended not to hear him—now, he was outright ignoring him.
“I won’t let you go tonight,” he’d warned, and it seemed he meant it.
Eren had thought the exhaustion from the hunt would temper him, but that was a huge miscalculation.
It was always like this.
His hands and words were gentle, but his movements never matched.
It was as if he wouldn’t stop until Eren’s body broke apart.
And that massive cock was already buried so deep—
“Ah—! T-too deep, ah, nngh!”
Worse, he kept hitting that spot over and over, driving Eren mad.
“I’ll listen to whatever you say,” he’d once promised, but in moments like this, he turned deaf.
The hand soothing his back was tender, but his cock ravaged him ruthlessly.
Slap, thud!
The sounds of penetration were obscenely clear.
Tears welled up from the relentless fullness, the overwhelming pleasure bordering on pain.
I shouldn’t have used the sacred relic.
No—he shouldn’t have been the one to use it.
Eren should have, just to keep up with this monstrous stamina.
He’d chased after Ashard to escape the frenzy of the mating season, but right now, he felt a flicker of regret.
“T-too much… hah…!”
Not that he’d choose differently.
But faced with that inhuman endurance, helplessness was inevitable.
How much time had passed?
Even clinging to him was exhausting now.
Ashard’s cock moved in and out as if it belonged there, the wet sounds of slick and cum replacing the earlier slaps of skin.
The pain had long since faded, leaving only pleasure.
His rim was swollen from the relentless pounding, his voice hoarse from crying.
Marks of passion bloomed across Eren’s skin.
Just as his mind teetered on the edge, another burst of heat filled him.
His stomach bulged slightly from the sheer volume—how many times had Ashard come by now?
Finally, after hours, the cock buried inside him slid out.
“Hah…!”
“Good. Don’t hold back your voice—I want to hear it.”
Even after it was gone, the heavy pleasure lingered low in his belly.
His stretched hole twitched, spilling a mix of fluids.
“Nn… I’m… tired…”
Tears rolled down Eren’s cheeks as his body gave out.
Ashard licked them away before pressing a light kiss to his lips.
His ragged breaths carried a lewd, musky scent.
“That face… It’s too precious to only see occasionally.”
“Enough…”
As if indulging him, Ashard brushed back Eren’s disheveled hair.
His golden eyes roamed shamelessly before locking onto Eren’s exhausted gaze.
“Which is why I want you to show me all night.”
“W-what are you—ah!”
The thick, slick head of Ashard’s cock pressed against his abused entrance again.
Eren glared weakly.
Just how long does it take for that thing to soften?!
If anything, it seemed even bigger now.
“You don’t sound satisfied yet.”
“W-who said that?!”
“Here. Your hole is begging for more, opening up so nicely.”
“That’s your fault!”
Eren’s pale face flushed with anger.
No more—I’ll really die.
Despite his exhaustion, he tried crawling away.
“If it’s my fault, then I’ll take responsibility and shut you up properly.”
The position he was crawling in just happened to be perfect for being taken from behind.
Seizing the opportunity, Ashard swiftly gripped Eren’s hips and lifted them slightly.
Eren’s body trembled faintly as his ass was raised only by Ashard’s hands.
“I’d prefer to see your face, but if this is the position you want…”
“N-no, wait—ahhk!”
Schlick— Ashard’s cock slid in effortlessly, stretching the slick hole to match its shape and size.
Though Eren had verbally refused, his inner walls clung to Ashard’s length greedily, as if just as desperate.
“Hah… If you’re this tight even after being filled, it’s a talent.”
Ashard smirked in satisfaction as he watched the twitching entrance before starting to move his hips.
Since Eren was already thoroughly loosened, there was no need to go slow like before.
The rapid thrusts made Eren’s flushed inner flesh repeatedly swallow and release the invading length.
“Hngh, ah—s-stop, ahhk!”
Delicate moans spilled from Eren’s lips again.
His body was sprawled on the bed, his hips barely lifted by Ashard’s grip.
When Ashard expertly pressed against his sweet spot, Eren gasped, his breath ragged.
The merciless pace only grew faster.
The thick pillar drilling deep inside was unbearable, but Eren could do nothing but exhale shakily.
Though he had resisted, his body couldn’t deny the instinctive pleasure.
“Hah, ngh—ah!”
His small cock twitched, standing stiffly, but no fluid spilled from its pink tip—even though he felt the edge of release.
Just as Eren, dazed, began to notice something strange, Ashard let out a low chuckle.
“Haha… Did you just come from behind?”
The lewd squelching filled his ears, but Ashard’s voice cut through clearly.
Eren lifted his upper body slightly to check—and his face burned crimson.
‘R-right now… what…?’
It was true.
The fluid that hadn’t spilled from his cock was instead gushing from his ass like a fountain.
Unlike the slick arousal dripping from his front, this was something else—thinner, clearer.
Overwhelmed by shame, Eren squeezed his eyes shut.
It felt strange.
Coming from behind instead of the front, the transparent liquid splattering with every thrust—for someone only twenty and on his second time, it was a shock.
“You’re not begging for a reward for being pretty, but… ngh. Why are you suddenly this tight, Eren?”
Unlike before, the sudden clenching made Ashard’s brow furrow.
The tighter Eren got, the faster and more ruthless Ashard’s thrusts became, as if determined to stretch him wider.
Grabbing the soft, pale cheeks, Ashard left marks where his fingers dug in.
The more he touched, the more marks bloomed—branding Eren as his.
The possessive thrill made Ashard grin.
Plop, schlick—
His cock buried to the hilt before releasing deep inside.
Already filled to the brim, the thick cum began to seep out between their connected bodies.
“It’ll spill if I pull out.”
After I worked so hard to keep it all in…
Grumbling under his breath, Ashard used it as an excuse not to withdraw.
When Eren weakly protested, Ashard only smirked.
“If your hole keeps begging for more, I might not hold back. Still fine with that?”
“Ugh—just do whatever you want, Ashard!”
Victorious, Ashard savored the aftershocks without pulling out.
He’ll take it out soon, Eren thought, surrendering to his heavy eyelids—only to realize later, when he woke, that Ashard had stayed sheathed inside the whole time.
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