#022

An unbearable thirst stimulated Cullen. He was conscious, but his eyelids felt heavy. They felt stuck together as if glued with adhesive.

His eyeballs were dry. He twitched his fingers and managed to lift his arm. His entire body felt exhausted and heavy, like when he had searched for the red centipede’s nest for days without sleep.

“Stay still.”

Someone with a calm voice supported his neck. Something moist touched his dry lips. Cullen opened his mouth. Then, water flowed in. He moved, wanting to drink more without realizing it.

Then, a tongue touched his. Without thinking it strange, Cullen naturally followed the tongue. It felt familiar.

The other person paused for a moment. As if unexpectedly, the paused tongue began to move. To soothe Cullen, who was clinging to him, the tongue became deeply entangled. Licking up the water that had transferred, Cullen clung to the kiss.

“You’re greedy.”

A low, chiding voice was heard, and the tongue withdrew. A soft hand stroked his forehead.

Water flowed in again. The kiss continued. Tongues tangled wetly, and the sound of water echoed. Without thinking, Cullen sucked on the tongue with a groan. It was sweet.

He regained his senses when he drank water for the fourth time. As his thirst subsided, his eyes slowly opened. The moment his penis, which had become hard with arousal, nudged his stomach, Cullen recognized Kiyen’s golden pupils.

“……!”

He opened his eyes wide. Long golden hair tickled his forehead. A straight nose and a sharp jawline looking down at him. Jewel-like blue eyes.

“…Kiyen?”

He was now held in the embrace of a Dragon. Kiyen, watching Cullen open his eyes wide and try to recall his memories, got up from his seat. Despite his expressionless face, his hands as he laid Cullen on the bed were gentle.

“You’ve finally woken up.”

As if he had finished his task, Kiyen stood up and walked away leisurely. His naked white body, without a single thread, was visible.

The moment he saw the perfect curves of his back, his long, beautiful legs, and his large, hairless penis between his legs, Cullen clutched the blanket tightly. At the same time, his neck flushed as if it would burst.

What happened?

He quickly lowered his gaze and hardened his expression. So much rushed in at once that his whitened mind slowly unraveled the memories. Then, the events of the previous night flooded back. They were fragmented memories, but enough to grasp what had happened.

After meeting Duke Refellon, he had been subjected to Rodiak and had come this far. He had asked Kiyen for help himself. Kiyen had helped him in a way different from what Cullen had expected, and countless times Kiyen had…

It couldn’t be.

Cullen closed his mouth tightly, overwhelmed by shock. He raised his drained arms to cover his mouth. His lips, felt against his palm, were swollen. They stung and burned from being bitten and torn. It was a sensation he had never felt before.

I kissed someone. Me.

For the first time, he kissed and became intimate. And with someone who wasn’t human. He had never even tried before, fearing he might easily grow attached even when he had a woman he cared for, but he did that, such a thing, yesterday…!

Was that all?

Cullen vividly recalled the sensation of the massive member that had blocked his breath every time it entered him. The feeling of skin rubbing hotly, hair tangled together, damp with sweat, and even the feeling of semen filling his belly to the point of discomfort.

“People are looking for you.”

It was Kiyen’s voice that snapped Cullen out of his shock-induced stupor. He was pouring tea with an elegant composure that betrayed no agitation. The way he steeped the leaves in the seemingly ancient pottery was natural.

Cullen looked at Kiyen’s back with confused eyes. Red lines were drawn across his white back.

Perhaps it was his extraordinary recovery ability, but they had faded now, though it seemed he had drawn blood from scratching so hard. It was when he was reaching his climax, expelling only clear liquid as there was nothing left to vomit.

A lewd memory, surging without warning, made his neck flush red. Cullen raised a hand to cover half his face to hide his embarrassment. His body felt hot.

“You should go soon.”

Kiyen said this, then picked up the robe lying on the floor. His golden hair, bathed in sunlight, cascaded over his shoulders. He casually threw on the robe and returned to Cullen with a teacup.

“Cullen?”

Kiyen scanned Cullen with a puzzled expression. Only then did he accept the teacup Kiyen offered. Holding the hot teacup blankly, Cullen processed Kiyen’s words.

“…How much time has passed?”

“Late lunch.”

Cullen swallowed a sigh. His mind was a black, tangled mess. Kiyen was right. Marquis Jules must have reported his situation to someone, and the palace was probably looking for him.

He had to go back. He had to be held accountable for this situation.

Even as he thought this, Cullen couldn’t regain his composure. His heart churned. It throbbed, felt strangely elated, and simultaneously empty and lonely. He couldn’t understand why. A part of his heart felt hollow.

“I’m sorry. I slept for a long time.”

“When did you so confidently ask me to resolve it?”

Kiyen said, sitting down next to Cullen. The conversation that followed was dry, considering the passionate and long intimacy they had shared.

Cullen’s lips moved, holding the teacup. He should get up and leave immediately, but a formless question lingered in his mouth.

Are you… are you alright? Is this your first time with a human…?

Startled by his own thought, Cullen gripped the teacup tightly. Tea water spilled onto his bare skin. As the rather hot liquid fell on his skin, his body flinched. Then Kiyen looked at his face.

“Does it still hurt?”

A hand reached out. Unfazed by his previous attitude of complete avoidance of contact, the hand naturally cupped his chin as if it had grown accustomed to it. He flinched back, gripping the teacup, but it was no use. A large white hand held him fast.

“I cannot use magic to heal others. I did apply medicine… but it will likely take some time for the wounds to heal.”

“…Wounds?”

Kiyen formed a slightly twisted smile on his usually dry face. He leaned in and whispered in Cullen’s ear.

“You didn’t let go of me, so there are some minor wounds inside. It bled, so you should be careful.”

His earlobes turned red. His heart began to pound like crazy, and his hands felt hot all the way to the back of his wrists. His entire chest felt tight, as if he might stop breathing.

“I… I should go.”

It was best to leave this place. Right now. He needed to get Kiyen out of his sight.

Cullen looked around for his clothes. But then he remembered Kiyen had torn them. Everything surrounding him was directly connected to last night, plunging him into a brief moment of bewilderment.

Well, he would have to find something else to wear. Cullen forced his thoughts in another direction. He needed to wash his sticky body.

As he tried to slowly get up, he faced a situation he had never experienced in his life. As soon as he stood up, his legs gave out.

His back hurt to an unbelievable degree.

The expression “my legs wouldn’t support me” was accurate. He felt as if his lower body had lost all sensation. Kiyen, who had been watching, supported Cullen’s waist and held him. He was seated on Kiyen’s bare thighs, as Kiyen hadn’t properly put on his robe.

“Can’t you stand?”

“No… I can.”

Cullen pretended to be fine. His heart pounded at the soft skin touching his buttocks and the palpable presence of a heavy member. He suppressed a groan and forced himself to stand.

However, he needed preparation to put his feet on the floor. To avoid showing Kiyen, he gritted his teeth and exerted force.

He finally managed to stand, but his lower body hurt terribly. More precisely, it felt as if his opening had widened and wouldn’t close.

It must be. I received that unbelievably large size from behind. And not from anyone else, but me.

“Look at me.”

Kiyen pulled Cullen back to sit. These were the hands that had touched him countless times last night. The moment he realized this, the places his hands had touched felt as if they would burn.

Cullen flinched and tried to pull away, but Kiyen wouldn’t let him. He wore an expression Cullen had never seen before. He had seen Kiyen smirk or laugh lightly a few times. He had seen him angry many times.

But this strangely worried expression was new. Seeing his slightly furrowed white brow, Cullen thought so.

“Does it hurt? You seemed to feel a lot, so I thought you were fine, but I misjudged.”

…You felt a lot. Cullen quietly denied the shocking statement.

“I didn’t.”

“Oh? You kept releasing it without rest, so I thought you enjoyed it.”

Kiyen easily accepted Cullen’s denial. Cullen fell silent at the blunt words. It was an undeniable fact. In the end, he had felt pleasure far more than pain. It had been unbelievably good.

“The magic from Rodiak must have been strong.”

Cullen managed to retort. He had never imagined he would have this kind of conversation with Kiyen.

“It was.”

Saying this, Kiyen picked Cullen up. Cullen hastily grabbed his shoulder, trying to push him away, but it was no use.

“You’re quite demanding.”

“I can do it myself. Please put me down.”

“When you can’t even walk.”

The moment those words left his mouth, something trickled down his opening. Cullen blinked. The liquid dripped, splattered, and fell onto Kiyen’s feet. An unbelievable amount of semen flowed out from inside him. Cullen bit his lip tightly at the ceaseless flow of semen.

Another forgotten memory surfaced. Kiyen’s ejaculation volume was immense. Was it because he wasn’t human? He thought it had all come out from being penetrated without rest, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Shame washed over him.

However, Kiyen seemed to feel no awkwardness. Kiyen glanced at his own semen that had fallen at his feet, then raised his gaze again.

“You might have some clothes from humans in the past, though I don’t know if they’ll fit you. You can wear those and go back for now.”

He was excessively calm. His demeanor was soft and gentle, but he didn’t seem to feel any of the emotions Cullen was experiencing. It was natural. Kiyen had merely helped him, and Cullen had made that choice because of Rodiak.

They were in a contractual relationship.

“…I will borrow them for a while.”

“It’s fine if you don’t return them.”

“I will repay this debt too.”

It felt strange to call the memory of sharing tongues and body heat throughout the long night a debt.

“You boldly asked for it, and now you’re suddenly acting modest.”

“I said I would repay it.”

“It’s fine.”

They left Kiyen’s residence and walked towards the back of his giant tree. Birdsong could be heard faintly from a distance. The scent of grass peacefully permeated the air. It was so quiet it felt like a lie compared to the passion and heat of yesterday. Kiyen reached the back of the tree, which Cullen hadn’t seen before.

There was a small pond. It was a clean, beautiful pond of a clear blue color, like Kiyen’s eyes.

“…Why are you saying it’s fine?”

Without knowing what he expected, Cullen asked. Even though he didn’t need to know.

Kiyen carefully lowered Cullen into the pond. The water was not cold. It was pleasantly cool. Making eye contact with Cullen sitting in the pond, Kiyen spoke quietly.

“Your expression was unexpected, so it was interesting.”

Pleasant words escaped from behind his lips. Now Cullen knew the taste of those lips.

“Since I had a good view, I’ll let it pass.”

That it tasted incredibly, wonderfully sweet.