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Just as he had driven himself to the peak before, he began stroking Killian’s length.
There was no way his hand alone could encompass it, so he used both hands, rubbing up and down.
A spurt of precum shot out, thick like cum.
“Nael, use your mouth. Stick out your tongue—yes, like that.”
Nael stuck out his tongue, gathering up the slick fluid that dribbled down.
The thick, briny liquid coated his tongue as he swallowed.
A hot breath spread from the crown of his head.
“Open your mouth.”
Nael obediently parted his lips as instructed.
The sheer size of it made it difficult to fit, the tip pressing against his small, rabbit-like front teeth.
“You need to open wider.”
He stretched his mouth as much as he could and took it in one go.
He tried to be careful, sucking cautiously to avoid scraping it with his teeth, but it wasn’t easy.
Compared to his own, it was massive—just taking in the tip was enough to fill his mouth completely.
How had something this big fit inside him before?
It was a wonder he hadn’t been split open.
He had been taken all night, and even that hadn’t been enough—he was claimed again in broad daylight.
If he were to be stretched beyond repair, to the point he could no longer function as a person, what would become of him?
“Mmgh…!”
It was so full that even moving his tongue felt impossible.
There was no more room to take it in, yet the weight in his mouth only seemed to grow, stretching him further.
‘No… I can’t.’
A sense of suffocation crept over him, and he instinctively pushed at Killian’s thigh.
His fists pounded against him, but Killian showed no intention of pulling away. Instead, he gripped the back of Nael’s head, holding him in place.
“If you can’t move, then at least suck.”
“Mmph….”
It was so tight inside his mouth that even breathing felt difficult.
A suppressed groan escaped from Killian’s lips, breaking through his restraint.
At that sound, Nael hesitated. His fists, which had been hitting against Killian, stilled.
Slowly, he lifted his gaze.
Killian was looking down at him, his expression slightly flushed.
“You’re doing well.”
Just those simple words made the tension in Nael’s body ease.
He still couldn’t breathe properly, let alone take in more.
So, he tried to think of another way.
Killian’s hand gently combed through his golden hair, his touch encouraging. Nael gathered his resolve.
“Mmgh…”
Instead of forcing himself to take more, he tightened and released his mouth around him.
As he applied pressure, slick fluid spilled out, trickling down.
It felt as if he were squeezing out juice. Swallowing instinctively, he let it slide down his throat before he even had the chance to register the taste.
Killian ran his fingers through Nael’s hair, a gesture of approval.
“Ah…”
That didn’t mean it was easy.
Release still felt far away, and if this kept going, he thought he might suffocate.
Even trying to let out a shallow cough was impossible—his mouth was sealed, leaving him with no choice but to keep sucking on Killian’s cock.
“Is it too much for you?”
Nael flinched, startled. A sudden, inexplicable sense of competitiveness flared up within him.
Since he couldn’t take it all in, he used both hands to stroke the length and—slurp—sucked deeply.
His jaw and the corners of his mouth stretched to their limits, leaving a dull ache, and his arms were starting to go numb.
Killian always took his time, even when he was taking Nael from behind.
Soon, that merciless thing would be shoved into him.
If that was inevitable, it was better for him to get Killian to come at least once before that happened.
The first round was always long, and under him, Nael had lost count of how many times he had climaxed, crying from the overwhelming sensations.
“I’ll pull out.”
“Mmnh…!”
As Killian’s cock slowly withdrew, Nael stubbornly resisted.
“Nael.”
“Mm—ngh!”
“Hah, fine. If you think you can handle it, go ahead. I won’t stop you.”
There was no reason for Killian to refuse.
Nael was sucking him off like a child savoring candy, yet he had the determination to see it through to the end.
If that was the case, there was no need to interfere—he was curious to see just how far Nael would go.
It was clumsy, but he was trying his best to please him.
Killian had no reason to complain.
Besides, this was Nael’s first time.
If he had been nothing more than a street whore, experienced enough to do it flawlessly, Killian would’ve lost interest.
A blank canvas had been placed before him.
Now, it was time to paint.
He found great pleasure in the process of breaking him in.
Was teaching someone always this enjoyable?
If he had only wanted someone with an ambiguous beauty, straddling the line between man and woman, he would’ve just called for a brothel whore.
They were easy—they spread their legs without hesitation, and their skill came from experience.
But that was all they had to offer.
Their role ended there.
Nael’s tear-filled eyes glistened as he clenched around the shaft.
Even though it was difficult, he was stubborn.
His breath was labored, and every exhale spread warmth against the base of Killian’s cock.
With his mouth being so full, there was no way to avoid his teeth scraping against the skin.
“Hah…”
Every time Killian let out a heated breath above his head, Nael felt himself growing hard again.
“Haven’t you already come? And yet you’re hard again. Just how lewd are you? What would’ve happened to you if you hadn’t met me? Hm? Were you planning to spread your legs for just anyone?”
“Mmnh….”
Nael’s vision blurred, as if he hadn’t even registered the taunting words.
Right now, only one thing was on his mind.
“This is why I brought you with me.”
He had never refused anyone who sought to satisfy their desires with his body.
Killian wanted Nael.
As for why—that could be figured out later.
He had simply acted on impulse, and he had no regrets.
Did the reason even matter?
‘You are mine. And I am your master.’
Even when he stopped by the South for a short while, he hadn’t expected fate’s gears to turn like this.
Who would have thought that fat baron’s household would produce someone like Nael?
It almost made him doubt whether he was really a bastard child.
Even Edward, that bastard, had green eyes—though his were faded, as if they had been diluted over time.
Almost as if he had been imitating Nael.
Slurp, slurp.
Saliva, too much to swallow, spilled past Nael’s lips, pooling at his chin before dripping down.
“Your mouth is overflowing. It’s like you’re drowning my cock in a well.”
“Mmnh….”
“Nael, open your throat. I’m going to finish inside—think you can take it all?”
A small, puppy-like head gave a slight nod.
His unfocused pupils made it seem like if this dragged on any longer, he’d stop breathing.
Killian grasped Nael’s sweat-drenched hair with one hand.
His other hand, as large as a serving tray, wrapped around Nael’s entire head while he stroked his own cock.
Squelch. Squelch.
Nael, preoccupied with opening his throat, remained still even as Killian’s hand pumped his cock right before his eyes.
The thin skin of Killian’s shaft rolled back and forth against Nael’s lips like waves receding and crashing again.
Thick veins, bulging like writhing serpents, pulsed along his length.
“Open.”
With just that one word, Killian acted as if Nael could tilt his head back and obey.
“Ugh…!”
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