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Glazed with Nael’s slick, the thick shaft glistened, veins bulging obscenely.
“Nael, stick out your tongue.”
Gripping Nael’s hair, Killian gave his cock a few lazy strokes.
The swollen head hovered dangerously close, the musky scent thick in the air.
Nael couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way Killian’s hand worked over that monstrous length.
He held his breath as the thick, reddened cock jerked in Killian’s grip, the foreskin pulling taut with each rough stroke.
Nael’s tongue darted out slightly.
He knew what was coming—any second now, that leaking slit would spill hot cum in thick spurts.
He braced himself, determined not to waste a drop.
Killian’s releases were always overwhelming, flooding his mouth until he struggled to swallow.
A hot breath ghosted over Nael’s damp blond hair, the heat against his scalp making his hips twitch involuntarily.
The teasing brush of hair against his ass made him feel like a dog wagging its tail for its master.
“Hah!”
Before long, Killian let out a short groan, and the twitching hole spilled out a cloudy fluid.
Thick, pungent cum flooded Nael’s mouth, and even after he swallowed, more spilled over his pale face.
Killian’s hazy semen left traces on the bridge of his nose and the rounded curve of his forehead.
Nael licked up the remaining seed with his tongue.
He lifted his eyes to meet Killian’s gaze.
The man’s lust-filled eyes burned brightly as he stared at him.
His bound arms were freed, and the strength drained from his legs.
Now crouched on all fours like a dog, with a tail attached to his backside, he looked no different from an actual beast—a panting, heat-drunk animal in rut.
“Come here.”
Like a pet obeying its master’s command, Nael scurried forward at Killian’s low murmur.
The corners of his lips curled up slightly, like a puppy delighted by attention, and he stared straight into the eyes gazing down at him.
Those blazing pupils held nothing but Nael.
“Master.”
Nael pressed a soft kiss to Killian’s protruding knee.
A flicker of fear lingered, but the desire for even the smallest scrap of Killian’s affection outweighed it.
“Hngh.”
Cold leather wrapped around Nael’s neck—an ornate, crafted collar.
It was smooth, unlikely to leave even a scratch on his delicate skin.
The black leash connected Nael’s throat to Killian’s hand.
Fingers fumbled along the collar.
“You really have become a dog.”
Killian’s large palm tousled Nael’s fluffy golden hair.
Flushing at the praise, Nael smiled shyly.
Even the smallest compliment from Killian made him happy.
“Do you like it?”
“No, no. Nael, look at yourself. What should I even say to you?”
“…Woof?”
“Good boy.”
Killian stroked his head in approval.
Soft golden strands swayed, and beneath them, Nael’s eyes curved into delicate crescents.
“Feels good?”
Nael nodded silently.
Then—woof!—he let out a short sound and spread his arms.
He wanted to nuzzle against Killian’s broad chest, to ask how last night had been, to thank him for showing him the greenhouse, to apologize for plucking the flowers.
But Killian only shook his head briefly.
“Not yet.”
When Killian tugged the leash, Nael crawled after him before it could grow taut.
Killian’s naked form never failed to amaze him.
Even soft, his cock hung thick against his thigh.
The thought of that thing splitting him open made his lower stomach tingle.
Scars littered Killian’s thighs and back—ugly, brutal marks, as though he’d been captured and tortured.
Had it hurt terribly?
“Nael.”
The lazy drawl snapped Nael out of his thoughts.
“…Woof.”
Killian chuckled lowly and pointed a finger at Nael’s navel.
Following the gesture, Nael looked down—then flinched and hurriedly covered himself.
In front of Killian, he got hard at the slightest provocation.
Excited even while crawling like a dog.
His face burned as blood rushed to his cheeks.
“Master, this is… Ah, no. Woof.”
“Still not satisfied, huh? Go on, get it up. I’ll fuck you as much as you want.”
“……”
His ass prickled at the teasing tone.
A faint tremor ran up his knees and into his raised rear.
Nael crawled forward and took Killian’s half-hard cock in both hands.
Still sticky from their earlier coupling, it carried the heavy musk of a man—a scent Nael could never replicate, no matter how much they shared the same oils, the same bed.
He stroked it slowly, needing both hands to fully grasp its girth.
When he swiped a thumb over the slit, just as Killian always did, clear precum spilled out in a rush.
“Ah…!”
The gasp slipped out before he could stop it.
So this is the stuff that wrecks me without leaving a single scratch.
Killian’s precum was as excessive as his cum.
The dark-red tip flushed deeper as it stiffened, veins bulging like worms burrowing under the skin.
Nael swallowed thickly. His mouth still tasted of semen.
“Ha. Nael.”
Killian gripped his own cock and tapped it against Nael’s upturned nose.
Sticky fluid smeared across his brow and the tip of his nose.
“Woof.”
Nael opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.
When the salty slickness touched his taste buds, he gathered his saliva and swallowed.
Killian bound Nael’s thighs and ankles together, keeping him spread.
Schlick!
As the fake cock slid out of him, Nael shuddered, his hole clenching tight around nothing.
“Ngh—ah!”
The sudden emptiness made him wiggle his hips awkwardly.
Then a single finger pushed in, swirling mockingly as laughter crawled up his spine.
“Look how loose you are. Taking one finger so easily. You really are obsessed with a man’s body.”
“N-No, that’s not— Ah—!”
SMACK! A sharp strike landed on his reddened ass.
“Act like the bitch you are.”
The fingers inside him multiplied, ravaging his hole without restraint.
His swollen walls trembled, the cooled heat flaring back up in an instant.
It was like soaring into the sky on unfurled wings—pleasure searing his brain in seconds.
Nael curled his toes, fighting to hold back his climax.
“Hah—! T-Touching there… I’ll cum! Wait— Ngh!”
With every syllable Nael uttered, relentless strikes rained down on him.
His thighs and sides flushed red, marked with handprints.
His fair skin, so sensitive, bore bruises without fail after even a single hit.
“Ah—! Ngh…”
The sounds rising from his rear made his nerves sharpen.
Instead of filling him properly, fingers roamed and stirred his inner walls, leisurely driving Nael to climax.
He was forced to endure the strange sensation of soaring high, only to plummet abruptly the moment those fingers withdrew.
Each time he neared release, the retreating touch left him frustrated.
Whenever he felt those fingers about to slip out, Nael clenched down hard.
“M-more… please…”
“You want more?”
He gave a small nod. His legs were bound, restricting his movement, so he awkwardly shifted backward.
When his toes brushed against Killian, he fumbled, reaching behind him.
He wanted to beg for it—just take him already. His sides and backside burned where rough hands had grazed him.
Nael spread himself with two fingers, rocking slightly side to side, whimpering impatiently.
“Hahk—!”
The impact was like a punch to the gut.
The thick cock that plunged inside in one brutal thrust shook him violently.
As the swollen walls stretched around the scorching heat, the pleasure, already teased by fingers, swelled unbearably.
Panting, Nael clenched his fists.
His own cock swayed in the air, leaving glistening strands of precum behind—like ink trailing from a brush as Killian painted the air with his lust.
The obscene, wet sounds of their coupling filled the room.
The heat between them could rival midsummer.
The northern cold wind rattled the window, but it didn’t reach the two lost in their frenzy.
Beads of sweat rolled down Nael’s slightly arched back.
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