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Killian carefully traced the lines.
Using Nael’s flawless, pale skin as his canvas, he felt a rush of exhilaration as he carved his name into it.
Killian DeVille.
Once the last letter was etched, he dabbed away the faint traces of blood with a dry cloth.
To prevent swelling or infection, he applied the ointment he had prepared beforehand.
Nael belonged to him—completely.
Killian’s gaze drifted lower, settling on the pert nipples that had stiffened in anticipation.
“Now you’re even raising them, begging to be sucked.”
“Hng…”
The small pink buds stood firmly upright.
Killian carefully removed Nael’s shirt, avoiding the freshly inked tattoo.
As he rolled his thick tongue around one, then sucked, Nael twisted his waist and let out a moan.
“You’re so mean…”
“Ah—! Master…”
Nael’s nipples glistened with Killian’s saliva, the heated flesh pulling at the areolas as if swallowing them whole.
His body trembled—ticklish, yes, but the tattooed area also burned, and most of all, the hidden hole between his cheeks pulsed shamelessly.
His fingers dug into the edge of the table as he clenched and unclenched around nothing, his legs spreading wider without thought.
When Killian dragged his fingers lightly over the other nipple, Nael was overwhelmed by sensation from every direction.
The urge to tear off his own pants surged through him.
“Hah! Ngh—Ah!”
The scrape of teeth sent a sharp jolt of pleasure-pain through him.
Nael gripped the table until his knuckles turned white, struggling to control himself, to keep his vulgar desires in check.
But despite his efforts, his cock stood stiff and throbbing—already on the verge of spilling just from this.
“Hnn…”
Ignoring Nael’s desperation, Killian devoted himself entirely to ravishing his chest.
The way Nael shivered sent delightful vibrations through his tongue.
He knew what Nael wanted—but it wasn’t time yet.
Each bite, each wet drag of teeth sent heat pooling deep inside him, blood rushing south until he could barely think.
It felt like every drop of that heat had gathered between his legs, leaving him dizzy.
“Hah—!”
Killian’s hand, which had been tormenting his nipple, slid down to palm the hardness straining against his clothes.
Even through the fabric, the touch made Nael gasp.
“So sensitive. You’re about to come just from this, aren’t you? Your thighs are already soaked.”
“N-No… Hng…”
His stomach burned.
The empty ache inside made his hole twitch, but Killian showed no sign of removing the last barrier.
Nael reached up to wrap his arms around Killian’s neck, only to wince as pain flared where the tattoo was still fresh.
Tears welled in his eyes.
“Don’t push yourself. It’ll hurt.”
“Ah… W-Want to hold you… Please…”
Just lying there, offering only his nipples, left him breathless.
He panted like he’d run a marathon, his cock so painfully hard he felt he might spill untouched.
He clenched his stomach, trying to hold back.
“Ngh… M-Master… Hah… Hng…”
A slick tongue dragged over his oversensitive slit.
Killian’s large hand rubbed between his thighs, the sensation of his balls tightening unfamiliar yet maddening.
Trapped in his underwear, his cock throbbed, each twitch sending sparks of pleasure through him.
“C-Cock… Take it… out…”
The moment those shameless words spilled from Nael’s lips, Killian’s satisfaction was unmistakable.
Nael clung to him, on the verge of begging—so filthy he covered his own mouth, muffling his whimpers behind his hand.
“Say it again.”
“Yes… Please, put it in. I’m—ah—so itchy inside… Hng…”
Killian yanked Nael’s ankles, pulling him down in one swift motion.
His body spun, leaving his upper half sprawled across the table while his hips arched up, fully exposed.
Nael shivered, his heated skin trembling as he rocked his hips impatiently.
Just the tip—if Killian would only give him that much, he was sure he’d melt.
His golden lashes fluttered desperately as he gazed up at him.
In one motion, Killian stripped away his pants and underwear, revealing the plush, rounded curves of his backside.
The pale, smooth flesh looked like perfectly kneaded dough—so flawless it begged to be marked.
The calloused hands of a swordsman traced over him, and Nael shuddered violently at the touch.
The moment those fingers brushed against him, the world sharpened into dazzling clarity.
No matter how roughly Killian handled him, no matter how mercilessly he drove him forward, Nael’s clear green eyes never wavered—fixed only on him.
The air grew heavier, thick with anticipation.
Even though Killian had barely touched him, Nael’s back arched as if pinned down.
There was no escape now, only the sweet, suffocating pleasure of what was to come.
Without shame, he bared himself completely, spreading his cheeks apart with his own hands.
The tight, wrinkled entrance stretched, smoothing out under his fingers.
“Hurry…”
The whisper slithered into Killian’s ears, and he finally freed his cock from his trousers.
Thick and heavy, it slapped against Nael’s ass with a wet smack—the sound sharp, almost like a strike.
“Ngh—!”
Nael gasped at the sudden heat, his body jerking at the contact.
“Nael.”
At the sound of his name, Nael’s fingers dug in harder, spreading himself wider—so forcefully his hands shook.
Killian spat into his palm, the frothy white liquid gliding over Nael’s stretched entrance.
“Mmm…”
“You’re this worked up already, and I haven’t even put it in?”
“Hah—Master…”
His cheek pressed flush against the glass table, Nael waited, squirming.
He needed it now—needed to be filled.
Just like that night when he’d been drugged, he whined shamelessly.
Killian adored the sight of him like this—utterly undone, pink and open, revealing every instinct without restraint.
The corner of his mouth curled.
“Hah… Nngh…”
When the thick head pushed inside, the slick walls clung tight, as if reluctant to let go even as Killian pulled back.
“Fuck—put it in, ah—!”
Killian’s patience evaporated.
He slammed forward, splitting Nael open in one brutal thrust.
Nael’s back arched like a drawn bow, a string of drool slipping from his parted lips.
“Already?”
Just one deep stroke, and Nael’s cock twitched, spilling helplessly.
His vision flickered—dark, then bright—as his stomach tightened and he came untouched.
Killian’s cock had ruthlessly crushed his limits in an instant.
His swollen nipples rubbed against the table, the tattooed skin beneath burning.
But as Killian settled into a slow, maddening rhythm, it was Nael who grew frantic.
More—deeper— The plea tangled on his tongue, unspoken.
“Too slow for you?”
“Nngh… Hah…”
He couldn’t bring himself to admit it, clawing uselessly at the table instead.
When he finally managed to look up, Killian was smirking.
“D-Don’t tease me—ah!
Killian’s throat bobbed as a low, rough laugh escaped him.
Even as he fucked into him, he was flawless—not a single strand of hair out of place.
A man of his stature was, of course, impeccably endowed.
His thick fingers dug into Nael’s thighs, forcing them wider as he sheathed himself completely.
“Teasing?”
His thrusts turned punishing.
The lewd slap of skin echoed through the room, each snap of his hips wrenching another choked moan from Nael.
His walls clenched rhythmically, milking Killian’s cock with every stroke.
Already spent once, Nael’s body was drowning in pleasure, oversensitive and delirious.
He rocked helplessly, vision swimming until he squeezed his eyes shut.
Forehead pressed to the table, he could only gasp and moan, drool spilling freely down his chin, smearing across his flushed face.
The crackle of the fireplace had long faded—now, the only sound was his own wrecked voice, ragged and broken.
Hah—ah—nngh!
Pleasure came as fast as Killian’s thrusts.
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