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“That’s not why—!”
Before Eren could finish, Ashard burst out of the carriage and headed straight for the bedroom.
Laying Eren gently on the neatly made bed, Ashard claimed his lips without warning.
The sudden invasion of his hot tongue left Eren gasping.
“Nngh…!”
Eren’s sweet moan sent a jolt of heat straight to Ashard’s core.
He explored Eren’s mouth possessively while boldly sliding a hand down his slender waist.
Rough, heated breaths mingled with saliva as Ashard’s lips dominated his.
The hand trailing down Eren’s waist soon found its way between his soft cheeks.
Though still clothed, even the brush of fingers over fabric was overwhelming.
The teasing touch along his cleft made Eren shudder.
“…Seems we won’t be needing this.”
Somehow, Ashard already had a bottle of oil in hand.
But before Eren could process it, a slick sensation below made his eyes fly wide.
He’d thought the artifact’s side effects were over, but apparently, some lingered.
Just Ashard’s lips and a few teasing touches had his hole dripping wet—so much that it was visible even through his pants.
When Ashard patted the damp spot, a string of transparent fluid stretched between his fingers.
He licked it slowly, and Eren’s face burned crimson.
“Wh-Why would you— Ah!”
Unable to hold back any longer, Ashard yanked Eren’s pants down.
His milky, smooth skin was laid bare, and when Ashard spread his thighs, the pink hole clenched, spilling more slick.
“S-Stop looking…!”
Eren desperately reached out, but his hole pulsed shamelessly, gushing even more.
Ashard pushed Eren’s thighs toward his chest, lifting his hips to eye level—then buried his face between them.
Lick—
“Hyaah?! W-Why there— Nngh! Aahn!”
As if to prevent any more liquid from spilling out, Ashard licked around the hole.
His hot, slick tongue traced over the sensitive area, and Eren, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensation, frantically tried to pull away.
But, as always, Ashard’s hands held him in place.
“It’s too late to run now.”
When Ashard spoke against his tender flesh, Eren shuddered with a startled “Hiiik—!”
Amused by the reaction, Ashard showed no signs of stopping.
What had been slow, deliberate licks turned sharper as he pointed his tongue and pushed it inside.
“Hng—! Hah! N-No— Ahn…!”
Eren twisted his hips, moaning at the relentless intrusion of that slick heat.
At this point, he almost wished it were fingers—or even Ashard’s thing—just something to fill him properly.
Desperation fueled his strength as he shoved at Ashard’s head.
After a few attempts—or rather, once Ashard was satisfied—Eren finally managed to push him away.
“Hah… I-I told you… ngh… to stop…”
Shame and frustration crashed over him all at once.
He didn’t want to cry, but tears spilled anyway.
The truth was, it had felt good—but not good enough to ever want it again.
It was pleasure laced with resentment, an emotion he couldn’t define.
As transparent tears streamed down like a river, Ashard’s hand hovered uselessly in the air.
He’d only meant to tease a little, to relish how thoroughly he’d drenched Eren—but he hadn’t expected this flood of tears.
When he reached out to wipe them away, Eren jerked his head aside, refusing to be touched.
‘Damn. A tantrum now would be trouble.’
Ashard’s face clearly showed his dilemma.
If Eren truly hated it, he wouldn’t force him—but stopping wasn’t an option either.
Not when his own throbbing arousal was becoming unbearable.
Just as he debated whether to pause, a rustling sound drew his attention downward.
Eren was unbuckling Ashard’s belt.
Before he could react, Eren yanked his pants down.
Ashard’s fully erect length sprang free, slapping against Eren’s cheek.
The thick, veined shaft pressed into his skin as Eren glared up at him.
“Since you did whatever you wanted… I’ll do the same.”
“Tch…”
Eren gripped the base, then opened his mouth wide—waaah—and took him in.
But even straining his jaw, he couldn’t fit more than the tip.
Gagging slightly, he rolled his eyes before slowly pulling off.
Then, scrambling, he started tugging Ashard’s pants back up.
“I… forgot. This shouldn’t be out in the open.”
“You just declared you’d do as you pleased. One minute ago.”
“…I take it back.”
“Afraid that’s not an option.”
Ashard cupped Eren’s face in his large hand, forcing his mouth open with a thumb and pushing inside.
The calloused finger pressed down on his tongue, relentless.
“You have to open wide, Eren.”
“Hah—! W-Wait, ngh…!”
It was nothing like the teasing licks from before.
Where Ashard’s tongue had been coaxing, his rough fingers—hardened from years wielding a sword—felt invasive, dominating.
Ashard worked his finger deeper, stretching Eren’s mouth before pulling out to swipe at his glistening lips.
The sight of those wet, reddened lips was too tempting—like sweet fruit begging to be bitten.
“Try again.”
“…You’re too big.”
“And yet you took me just fine elsewhere. Don’t fuss.”
A sharp tap to Eren’s slick hole made him jolt.
At Ashard’s impatient look, Eren hesitated—then took him into his mouth again.
This time, he managed more, but it still wasn’t enough.
“Mmmph—! N-No more…!”
His jaw ached.
Even stretched to the limit, Ashard wedged his fingers wider, forcing him open.
Tears welled again—not from pain, but helpless frustration.
He knew he shouldn’t cry, but his body refused to listen.
‘This isn’t revenge… This is a reward for him…!’
Ashard gripped the back of his head, dragging him forward in slow, deliberate strokes.
Each thrust pushed deeper, until Eren felt the thick length breach his throat.
His breath hitched, vision swimming.
“Ghk—! Nn—! Ugh…!”
Ashard paused when Eren’s moans weakened.
As the pressure retreated, Eren gasped, his dazed eyes refocusing.
“Breathe through your nose.”
Eren obeyed, sucking in air shakily.
Ashard stroked his hair in approval.
But the moment of respite was short-lived—Eren could already tell he’d forget how to breathe the second Ashard pushed back in.
And yet, despite everything, Ashard showed no mercy.
Resentment flared, and Eren glared up at him with tear-filled eyes.
“…?”
Why does he feel even bigger now…?
Unbeknownst to Eren, the sight of him—lips stretched around Ashard’s cock, tearful eyes glaring up—only fed Ashard’s hunger.
His trembling pupils only made it worse.
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