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Having learned the taste of pleasure through past encounters, Nael whimpered in frustration, unable to reach that blissful peak.
“M-master… Please. I want to touch… Give me a reward that keeps me from touching. Okay?”
Killian sank his teeth into Nael’s shoulder, thrusting fiercely.
He left bite marks all over Nael’s delicate skin, claiming him without restraint.
When he bit into Nael’s slender neck, the startled man flinched, his limbs trembling.
The curves of Nael’s pale body arched beautifully, blooming like a flower.
Killian had deliberately avoided certain spots, but when Nael’s moans turned into desperate whimpers, he resumed his relentless stimulation.
As the relentless motions continued, so intense that the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the air, Nael found it impossible to keep his composure.
His voice, thick with pleasure, escaped in shameless moans that he barely recognized as his own.
His parted lips left his throat raw, the tang of the sea filling his mouth and lungs.
A deep inhale only served as a stark reminder that they were still adrift on the water.
With just a few more thrusts from Killian, Nael trembled violently, his release spilling out in thick, milky ropes between them.
The heat of it spread across their bodies, the heady scent of night-blooming flowers unfurling in the air.
“Ah! N-no more— I just— I just came, ahh, again—!”
Even after he climaxed, the swollen tip was relentlessly teased.
As if Nael’s release didn’t matter in the slightest, his desperate pleas and the cries bursting from him were ignored, while ruthless pressure bore down on him.
Only after he had been forced into multiple consecutive orgasms—until he passed out as if fainting—did the intense lovemaking finally reach its conclusion.
“Nael?”
One climax wasn’t enough to end it.
Hot, sticky cum spilled repeatedly from the tip of his cock, as if making up for lost time.
It was eagerly poured into Nael’s insides, filling him to the brim.
His body and mind seemed disconnected, his eyes unfocused.
And yet, the tight, clinging walls still quivered, welcoming the intrusion that stirred them.
Even after releasing once, his cock showed no signs of going soft as it was slowly pulled back.
“Uuhh….”
Bubbles of white foam formed around the entrance, pulsing in sync with Nael’s trembling moans as his body began to clench.
With only the tip barely inside, Killian smirked darkly and pushed in just a little more.
As expected, once was nowhere near enough.
“Ugh… Ah…”
Nael, his eyes shut tight, let out faint, broken whimpers.
Slowly, his heavy eyelids fluttered open, hazy with a lingering daze.
His lower abdomen was filled with an uncomfortable heaviness.
Without even opening his eyes, he instinctively clutched at it.
The uneven sensation beneath his palm startled him awake.
It was as if his ears, previously sealed shut, had suddenly opened, allowing the lewd sounds to pour in without filter.
“Nael, one more time.”
“N-Not now… Ugh…”
Lying on his side, one leg draped over Killian’s shoulder, he felt his entrance being relentlessly stretched and filled.
His limp cock ached from overstimulation, and his hips and thighs were drenched with the fluids he had spilled.
The thick scent of their lovemaking made it hard to breathe.
Each time Killian pressed against a particular spot with practiced precision, a weak stream of clear liquid trickled from Nael’s neglected length, pooling beneath him in a damp, shameful stain.
The sticky, clammy sensation clinging to his skin was proof of just how much he had lost himself in the pleasure.
While I was briefly unconscious, he must have finished several times.
The overwhelming pleasure had drained every ounce of strength from my body, leaving me to doze off.
But even after that, Killian hadn’t stopped, had he?
A churning sensation spread through my stomach, followed by a wave of dull pain.
It was as if all the sensations I had missed while unconscious were now rushing back at once.
“Ah… Master… please, pull out.”
“You passed out after just one round?”
His voice carried a hint of displeasure.
Nael squirmed, trying to pull away, but his freshly awakened body wouldn’t cooperate.
There wasn’t even enough strength left to move a single finger.
“I-I just woke up! Ah… it… it hurts…”
A large hand gripped the thin, delicate skin and moved up and down.
Even his balls felt sore, leaving him with an empty, hollow sensation.
The hand, which had been moving so roughly, suddenly pressed lightly against his balls with the tips of its fingers.
Nael flinched as if struck by lightning.
If Killian applied even a little more pressure, his delicate eggs would surely shatter like fragile shells.
Why was Killian playing with them like this?
“Ah, no… You’ll break them… Hngh… P-please, don’t crush them.”
He had only been toying with them because it was amusing how Nael held onto something so small as if it were precious.
It wasn’t unreasonable for Nael to worry about being broken, but to the point of bursting into tears?
Even so, when Killian gently rocked his hips, Nael couldn’t help but let out muffled moans from between his clenched teeth.
His body responded honestly, even to the slightest stimulation.
“Do you want to stop?”
“Nngh… Y-yes… My body… My body keeps… feeling weird…”
“You’re feeling strange? How? You have to say it properly so I can understand.”
“It’s hot… I think I’m burning up. When Master’s cock is inside, my stomach feels so full that I can’t think of anything else… Hnn… Ugh… M-Master… Stop, I—ah!”
His body, which had turned to the side, was laid flat again.
As Killian leaned down, his long black hair cascaded like a curtain, blocking Nael’s vision on both sides.
Between them, shrouded in darkness, only their heated breaths and the crimson glow of Killian’s eyes remained.
Nael flinched at the sharp intensity of those red eyes.
Was Killian angry because he told him to stop?
He momentarily forgot his place.
He should spread his legs and take him obediently.
He slowly replayed Killian’s words in his mind.
He forced himself to remember his position.
He had vowed never to forget, not even for a moment.
Trying to convince himself that he was fine, that he could endure this, Nael bit down on his lip.
With weak arms, he reached up and placed his hands on Killian’s shoulders.
His trembling legs, almost paralyzed, barely managed to move as he spread them wider.
It was only possible because he had learned what position would receive him best.
But Killian, who had no way of knowing what was going through Nael’s mind, simply asked in a calm voice,
“Nael, tell me. How does your body feel? What are you feeling right now?”
“Ah… M-Master, if you go in so deep… I-I think I’m going to… c-come… Ngh… M-Master, you’re so… hot… It feels like my insides are burning… Haa… J-just… ugh… I-I can’t… speak…”
Each syllable was forced out with great effort, barely audible.
Trying to put this feeling into words was unbearably humiliating.
No matter how many words I pulled from my vocabulary, none could properly describe this sensation.
Being with Killian was painful and exhausting.
If not for the pleasure hidden beneath it all, I wouldn’t have been able to endure it.
Even though it seemed like Killian was simply ravaging me, there was something different about it.
Was this what intimacy was supposed to be like…?
“Ahh! M-Master! There’s… there’s nothing left to— Ugh…!”
“Look at me. Don’t look away.”
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