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Tears, sweat, and dripping saliva painted a scene more vivid than any artwork.
A masterpiece.
His pounding heart threatened to shatter his ribs, beating wildly as if it might burst free.
“Fill me… please.”
The carriage was already thick with the scent of their shared arousal.
Pinning Nael down, Killian pressed a knee into the seat and shoved his face against the opposite bench.
Nael’s carefully styled hair clung damply with sweat, his disheveled golden strands glowing like molten gold under stray beams of light.
Gasping, Nael clutched the seat, welcoming the fullness of Killian inside him.
A satisfied warmth bloomed—now accustomed to their couplings, he’d grown bold enough to beg outright.
Harder. Yes… just like that…
It was maddening.
His mind floated high, detached, while his body struggled in a suffocating swamp of pleasure.
Killian’s relentless thrusts devoured him inch by inch, the heat pooling deep.
A ragged breath hit Nael’s back as Killian’s cock pulsed inside him, spilling something thick.
“Hng…”
When Killian finally pulled out, spend trickled from the gaping hole, dripping down pale thighs.
Killian licked his lips at the sight.
“Should clean you up. Can’t have you stepping out like this.”
“W-wait—ah! Ngh!”
Overstimulated from their coupling, Nael jolted as fingers pushed back in.
His swollen walls clenched helplessly.
Tears streaked his flushed cheeks anew, hiccupping sobs escaping as he pleaded, “N-none left… Hhk…”
“What, your spend? I’m just scooping mine out.”
“Hah…!”
Killian chuckled, scraping sticky release from Nael’s trembling insides.
His fingers pressed against delicate flesh, withdrawing only to plunge back in.
Each drag drew wider, dazed eyes from Nael—overwhelmed but yielding, accepting everything Killian did as inevitable.
Though he’d emptied him, Killian didn’t stop, drunk on Nael’s whimpers and pleading gaze.
“Hahh…!”
Drenched walls slicked Killian’s four fingers thoroughly.
With every press to that sweet spot, Nael’s head fell back, thin spend dripping from his spent cock—watery after being milked dry.
Killian sucked his fingers clean.
“Even your ass tastes good.”
“Y-you… Hhk!”
“Bet the front’s sweeter.”
He flipped Nael onto the seat, hiking his knees up.
The half-removed pants were soaked with indistinguishable fluids.
Killian’s crimson eyes burned like embers at the sight of Nael’s twitching cock.
I’m being devoured… Ah…
When Killian’s tongue swiped his perineum, the visual alone nearly pushed Nael over the edge.
His hole clenched greedily around nothing, as if hungry for more.
“Aah… Master…”
Killian sealed his mouth over the fluttering entrance, sucking hard.
Hot breath ghosted over Nael’s exposed skin, leaving him mindless—nothing but a writhing mess of pleasure.
Take me deeper. Ruin me.
Only Killian could reduce him to this—nothing but raw instinct.
“So many places to fill… top and bottom.”
Smack. Smack. A sharp slap landed.
“Relax.”
Nael gasped, his hips jerking when Killian’s tongue probed again.
The thick muscle lapped up every trace of their mingled release, and Killian grinned at his shamefaced squirming.
“Embarrassed?”
“…Yes.”
Nael folded further, knees near his shoulders, fabric obscuring Killian from view.
A hot exhale brushed his skin—then teeth grazed his balls, making him jolt.
God, I’ll die of shame.
Killian toyed with his lower half as if his body existed solely for pleasure.
Nael’s cock stood stiff, dripping pathetically, oversensitive from multiple releases.
“I-It hurts…”
“Where?”
“H-here…”
He pointed timidly to his flushed tip, complaining of soreness, his balls aching from overuse.
“Then I’ll kiss it better.”
“…Eh?”
Killian swallowed him whole.
Suck— The pressure shot straight to Nael’s spine.
A tongue swirled around his shaft like candy while fingers breached him again.
“Hah—! Ngh!”
The overwhelming sensations swirled relentlessly, wringing endless moans from Nael.
His red, swollen eyes were barely visible as Killian hastily stripped off his shoes and trousers, tossing them onto the carriage floor.
The expensive fabric, now useless, lay crumpled like a rag.
The sight of Killian sucking him from root to tip, as if shoveling deep, was seared vividly into Nael’s green eyes.
The Grand Duke of the Empire is on his knees, swallowing my cock.
The thought alone sent a delirious thrill through him.
“Ah—hng…!”
His back arched sharply, vision flashing white. He was coming.
“You didn’t pull out…?”
“Huh…?”
His mind, still hazy from the aftershocks, struggled to process the words.
Panting, Nael stared blankly at Killian, too dazed to comprehend.
Like a man surrendering to the waves, he simply savored the moment.
Then, the fingers inside him withdrew.
Finally, the carriage came to a stop.
His muscles had melted like sugar.
Nael lay sprawled, legs splayed, staring vacantly at the ceiling.
His eyes were glazed, his lower half sticky and wet.
Killian wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then unwrapped his cloak and bundled Nael tightly in it.
“I’ll carry you.”
Unlike when they had entered the carriage, their disheveled state now made it obvious what they’d been doing.
Nael managed a weak nod before looping his arms around Killian’s neck, clinging to him shamelessly.
“I might get cold.”
“Should I sprint to the bedroom?”
“That would be too noticeable.”
He’d rather not draw attention.
They’d already caused enough commotion upon arriving in the north—at least their departure should be quiet.
“If I run fast enough, no one might see.”
“Just… walk normally.”
As Killian carried him out of the carriage, Aiden, who had arrived ahead, delivered his report.
Everything was ready for their departure.
Nael glanced around, memorizing the bustling port—the sailors and knights moving hurriedly, the lively atmosphere.
They were leaving the north, where so much had happened, and heading south.
“Baron Nael Baker.”
Killian’s lips curled into a refined smile as he spoke.
Nael stroked his sunlit face.
“Master.”
“Now, let’s go to your estate.”
Nael laughed softly.
Cradled securely in Killian’s arms, he was carried aboard the ship.
The crew parted ways for them, sighing quietly as they passed.
The way they looked at each other—as if nothing else existed—left no room for intrusion.
Their mirrored smiles were breathtakingly beautiful.
Nael had never seen the flower said to bloom in tranquil lakes, but he imagined he could picture it now.
Killian was like a shimmering blue-gray lake, rippling with light.
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