Ranshel was startled and withdrew his hands when Zavad moved as if to tear at Ranshel’s clothes in his excitement.
“…Why did you stop.”
“Just a moment, just a moment. I’ll take them off. Please don’t tear them.”
Zavad lacked reason, but Ranshel still had his.
He had no intention of encountering the believers while wearing clothes that were torn to shreds.
“Hurry, you need to touch me more…”
His urging voice sounded anxious, yet somehow full of laughter.
The face that had been miserably contorted with pain just moments ago was now wearing a peculiar smile that completely captivated Ranshel.
The two eyes fixed on him were deeply clouded, simply burning with intense desire as their fuel.
‘He’s not in his right mind.’
Ranshel knew that all of this, all of it, was nothing short of a hallucination, but his love for Zavad was always excessively genuine, so he wanted to grant all his requests.
Ranshel crossed his arms, pulled off his shirt, and tossed it aside.
He lifted his hips, which were sitting on Zavad’s thigh, and pulled down his trousers along with his underwear.
Finally, completely nude, he grabbed Zavad’s swollen member with both hands again and moved it up and down.
Zavad stared at the clumsy hands stroking his erect penis, then sat up his reclining upper body.
And he reached out to Ranshel’s penis, which was already half-erect just from seeing Zavad’s naked body.
“Ah…!”
Ranshel’s face instantly flushed crimson.
He had only planned to relieve Zavad’s urges and had never even considered the possibility of Zavad touching his body.
His mind went blank, and the core gripped by Zavad’s hand immediately became rigidly erect.
“Just, a moment, just…!”
Ranshel desperately pleaded, but the hand gripping his penis did not loosen its strength.
Rough fingers, calloused from holding a sword, rubbed the roundly swollen glans, causing clear pre-ejaculate to bead up and trickle down the shaft.
The thick fluid, crushed between the calloused palms, acted as a lubricant.
The room, which had been filled with the sound of flesh thwacking rhythmically, slowly gained the overlaid sound of wet friction.
“Hoo, ah… Ugh…!”
Ranshel tried to keep up with Zavad’s speed but was busy trying to withstand the waves of stimulation crashing over him.
Every time Zavad’s strong hand squeezed and released the reddened shaft so hard it was painful, Ranshel’s penis, shameless, leaked thin fluid continuously.
There was no discernible technique in the actions of the inexperienced, but Ranshel felt like all the bones in his body were melting just from the rough touch faithfully stroking his penis based on instinct.
Furthermore, the act, which had initially been limited to merely stroking the shaft with his palm, gradually became more intimate.
This was because the feverish Zavad, observing Ranshel’s reactions, began to become more skilled in the act, scratching the concave part beneath the glans with his fingertips and fondling the tender flesh extending from the base.
“…Ah, ugh… Ha-ugh!”
Finally, Ranshel, unable to bear the touch that was probing his urethral opening with a fingernail, let out a sharp moan.
His trembling back arched, and Ranshel’s long, pale penis convulsively spat out a cloudy fluid.
Zavad’s penis, darkly erect, merely leaked a slow pre-ejaculate, remaining rigidly hard, exactly as it had been.
He took Ranshel’s hand, which was gripping his member and twitching ticklishly, and lightly flipped Ranshel’s body over.
“Haa….”
Ranshel, who was trembling from the afterglow of his ejaculation, was startled by the suddenly inverted view and opened his eyes wide.
The face looking down at him was still tinged with desire, and the pupils, hazy with lust, were narrowed into a thin curve hidden by his smiling eyes.
Ranshel was captivated by this demon-like temptation and spread his legs wide, allowing Zavad to settle comfortably.
“Yo-Young Master….”
Ranshel looked up at him, holding his legs still as they involuntarily drew inward.
Those frighteningly alluring eyes contained him entirely.
Just that alone made his heart pound so hard he could barely breathe.
It was fine even if it was a brief lie. It was alright if it was a midday hallucination that would vanish without a trace.
Ranshel reached out both hands and fondled the firm muscles faintly visible through the water-soaked clothes.
The chest, which was rapidly swelling and subsiding with heavy breaths due to the fragrance, emitted hot warmth beneath his palms.
The defined abs stood out like the silver armor of a finely crafted Holy Knight.
As Ranshel, greatly excited, caressed him, Zavad collected the semen remaining on his hand onto his fingertips.
And he brought it to the space between Ranshel’s legs, which was spread open towards him.
“Ugh….”
Ranshel flinched at the sticky sensation touching his underside.
A firm finger, lightly pressing the entrance, slowly began to penetrate the opening.
Sudden fear surged up.
No matter how much resolve he had, this was a place where nothing had ever been inserted.
Although semen was smeared on it, it was difficult to open the very tense inner wall, and Ranshel’s opening only constricted tightly, trying to push out the unfamiliar foreign object.
Haa.
Ranshel was startled by the sound of a sigh from above and quickly raised his head.
A smile was still on Zavad’s lips, but his brow was deeply furrowed, as if in agony.
Ranshel, rolling his eyes in confusion, bit his lip when he saw Zavad’s black-red, swollen, and tightly erect member.
Since the effect of the fragrance must have been multiplied many times due to the curse, the unreleased urge must have been causing pain like a festering inflammation.
It wouldn’t have been strange if Zavad had immediately pierced and ravaged the opening as soon as Ranshel spread his legs, but Zavad seemed to be struggling to hold onto the last thread of reason, even in his fragrance-intoxicated state.
However, Ranshel’s opening still couldn’t easily accept even a single finger, and it felt like days would not be enough to stretch it to fit Zavad’s size.
Ranshel took a shaky breath, firmly holding his two thighs apart, and said.
“You can just insert it.”
“……Hmm?”
“I can endure it. I’m good at enduring pain.”
It didn’t matter if it tore his whole body apart.
Even if the state Zavad was showing now was all false, Ranshel was completely genuine.
Zavad let out a sigh-like sound at the tip of his tongue.
“…Then, will you try to bear it?”
“Yes, Young Master.”
It was alright even if Zavad caused a huge mess.
Ranshel smiled, his clear green eyes wide and docile.
Zavad frowned, exhaling with difficulty, and withdrew the finger he had inserted into the opening.
Ranshel trembled but tried to relax all his muscles.
“……Ugh?!”
However, Zavad did not forcibly push into Ranshel’s underside to cause bleeding.
He grabbed Ranshel’s buttocks, spread them to stretch the entrance, and immediately pressed his lips against it.
“Ah, wait, uung…!”
The sensation of hot, soft flesh squeezing its way into Ranshel’s underside was foreign.
Ranshel was startled, releasing his hands that were holding his legs apart, and sat up his upper body.
Black hair was buried deep between his legs.
He couldn’t believe it even as he saw it with his eyes.
Why was that red, beautiful mouth rubbing against that area?
“D-Don’t do that!”
Ranshel tried to push Zavad’s head away somehow, but the tongue burrowing into his opening only became more persistent.
The sensation of the tongue licking the inner wall gently warmed his lower abdomen.
Ranshel’s smooth, fair penis, which had already ejaculated once, once again stood rigidly erect, rubbing against the black hair buried between his legs.
Ranshel was overwhelmed with excitement and shame.
“Ah, stop… Ha-ugh….”
