#088

Kiyen said, his face expressionless, and stepped inside. The door closed on its own. With his wings folded, he appeared calm, but Cullen felt as if he were angry. He couldn’t understand why.

“……The curse suddenly flared up…… I was here.”

Kiyen’s lips curved slightly. His slightly slanted eyes and the corners of his mouth that turned up in a smile clearly sent a shiver down his spine. The certainty that he was angry grew. The air pricked his body like needles.

“Is that so?”

The low voice quietly asked again.

“……Yes.”

“Why?”

Kiyen asked as if to say, tell me, and Cullen pulled the sheet. Barely stopping himself from begging Kiyen to do something for him as he was, he curled up.

“I… I think I can handle it myself. I don’t want to be a bother to you, Kiyen sir……”

“Ah.”

He laughed irritably and slowly headed towards the sofa next to the bed.

“You suddenly thought that? You must be able to endure it now.”

Not at all. Just by smelling Kiyen’s scent so close, he felt like he was going mad. He wanted to pounce on him right then and there.

“……Yes.”

As he forced himself to lie, Kiyen chuckled.

“I see.”

Kiyen said, then lay down on the sofa with an elegant and leisurely air. He propped his chin and looked at Cullen askance, saying,

“Since you are so confident, I suppose it would be nice to watch you endure.”

His long legs dangled over the sofa, which couldn’t quite contain his full length.

This was unexpected. Staring blankly at Kiyen, Cullen deliberately turned his back to him. He felt he shouldn’t show his disheveled face. The best thing would be to leave, but there was no way he could go anywhere in this state.

Curling up, Cullen bit the sheet. He couldn’t possibly show himself senselessly grinding his hips alone in front of Kiyen, so there was no choice but to endure.

Hoo, hoo, ugh, saliva dripped from his lips that were biting the sheet. His hands repeatedly reached down and stopped. Sweat, which had formed beads, appeared on his firm, broad back, and his waist, which tapered noticeably as it descended from his chest, twisted restlessly.

His body, realizing the object of his desire was right beside him, went wild. His legs involuntarily opened and closed. Pushing the sheet away with his heels, Cullen let out sounds of ugh, ng. One minute felt like a year.

Nevertheless, Cullen stubbornly did not call out to Kiyen. Only the sounds of his hot suffering and ragged breaths echoed in the room. The blood that had seeped from his lips, now softened, left red stains on the sheet. His palms were tattered. He was on the verge of losing his mind.

After a heavy silence, the sound of Kiyen’s wings unfolding echoed. Cullen deliberately did not look back at the light footsteps approaching the bed. The moment he saw him, he knew he would cling to him and beg.

“I truly don’t understand.”

The shadow of his wings fell. Cullen felt Kiyen climb onto the bed.

“You confessed you liked me… yet you avoid me and push me away.”

The sweet scent, which was intoxicating just by breathing it in, grew closer. Kiyen pulled Cullen, who was desperately trying to curl up, towards him. His large white hand gripped Cullen’s firm knee and spread it open with a flick.

“Ngh……!”

He tried to resist, but it was only his will. His body willingly yielded.

“You said you guessed I would be displeased by you, and now you claim you can handle anything alone.”

Kiyen’s voice deepened, becoming inhuman. It was more threatening and resonant than a beast’s growl. His ears tingled. He heard a rumble.

“Did you say you didn’t need me?”

Without waiting for an answer, Kiyen continued his question. Settling between Cullen’s widely spread legs, he bent his waist. His long golden hair tickled his thighs and brushed down. Ugh, his waist twisted from the tickle. He involuntarily wriggled his hips.

“Let’s see how far you can endure.”

Before he had time to ask what Kiyen intended to do, the world turned upside down. His held knees were pushed up, and something touched his exposed skin. It was not a penis. It was something soft, warm, and long.

“Ngh, haak!”

Cullen’s eyes widened, and he shrieked.

The sensation, touching the most sensitive part of his already hypersensitive body, was unbearably stimulating. It was a sensation he had never felt before. The pointed, soft thing began to lick, as if unfolding wrinkles one by one. Yes, it was licking.

“Ugh, ugh, ng, ah, Kiyen, sir, dirty, that… stop, that…!”

It was clearly a tongue. He knew it because he had begged for kisses like this when they were intimate. A tongue that was unusually long and thin compared to a human’s, a soft tongue. Kiyen’s noble tongue was licking his rear.

Cullen’s blurred consciousness briefly returned, and he writhed his hips. This, this was not right. He couldn’t possibly make Kiyen do something like this.

“No, no, stop, please, ng, ugh, ah!”

Cullen struggled, horrified by the situation. However, his strength was not great. He had already expended much of his energy, and his body did not dislike the sensation. Rather, it welcomed it.

This was a pleasure he had never felt before. It was different from the pleasure of being pierced deeply inside and bursting, but in another way, it was maddening. The area being licked felt incredibly good, as if it were melting.

“Ha, haa, ah, ugh……, ngh!”

The tongue licked the outside thoroughly, then gradually dug into the gaping opening. The tongue slipped deep into the slightly exposed red flesh. It felt like holding a snake. It was long and slippery. With his mouth wide open, Cullen panted breathlessly.

Not only was he being probed from behind, but he was also being sucked by a tongue, and instead of disliking it, he felt like he was going mad from pleasure. His erect penis was already covered in the clear liquid he had been leaking. Veins stood out on his hard penis, and the sensation, on the verge of climax, gathered at the glans. The nape of his neck flushed red.

“Stooop, kk, ugh, haa, ah, ahh!”

His body, which had been enduring the heat alone, was quickly conquered. Cullen, even as he said stop, spread his legs. Kiyen, as if mocking him, gripped his knees with strong force and pushed his tongue to its limit. With every lick of the slippery tongue, the inner walls were smeared with saliva.

Was Kiyen’s tongue also coated with Rodiak? His insides felt like they were burning. It was itchy, so itchy, he wanted to scratch it somehow. Cullen, who had been tightening his muscles against the tongue licking his inner walls, could no longer hold back and lifted his chin. His neck, with its prominent veins, stiffened, and he reached his first climax, which he had long suppressed.

“Ah, h… ugh!”

His thighs tensed. His buttocks trembled. His body, which had been unable to do anything on its own, shamefully ejaculated at the sensation of Kiyen’s tongue. His hips jerked.

The white fluid, which had not been expelled for a long time, gurgled and flowed down his penis, wetting his stomach. A murky, fishy smell spread through the room.

“I thought you said you could endure.”

Kiyen’s fingers reached for his glans. Even though he had just ejaculated, the lust that gnawed at his entire body did not subside; instead, it grew larger. The moment his smooth white fingers rubbed his glans, Cullen shrieked and shook his head violently.

“No, no, hhaa, ah, Kiyen, sir, there, no, if you touch, ah…! Ah!”

His vision flashed white, repeatedly. His mouth couldn’t close, and he dripped saliva. Unable to control his body, Cullen twisted his hips, trying to escape. But Kiyen wouldn’t let him. His large hand gripped and rubbed his penis.

“Kk, haa, hik!”

A distinct line formed on his abdomen. It was a truly strange sensation. As his thumb rubbed the glans, where his nerves were highly concentrated, he began to feel something akin to the urge to urinate. His fingers, slick with semen, continuously rubbed the opening of his glans. His head felt like it would explode.

“Kiyen sir, let go, ah, ahh, just, just, just for a moment…!”

A hint of tears mixed into his cracked voice. Twisting his upper body to escape, Kiyen easily pulled him back. With a strength unimaginable from his elegant appearance, Kiyen subdued Cullen. Kiyen held Cullen’s struggling hands and, tearing the sheet, tied them up.

“You said you would endure even in this state?”

Kiyen growled, looking at his palms, stained with blood from his fingernails digging in. His disheveled state clearly displeased him.

Kiyen lifted Cullen’s bound wrists further up, then, pressing down on his flushed body, he climbed on top and began to rub his penis again. Haaak, haak, Cullen gasped, pleading.

“No, no, Kiyen, sir, there, it’s strange, please…!”

Tears of a physiological nature streamed down his face. He shook his head madly. If it continued like this, he felt he would release the intense sensation building in his lower abdomen. It resembled the urge to urinate. Hik, hik, moans escaped him uncontrollably.

The urge to urinate grew stronger. Fear and shame combined. More precisely, it was the fear of showing Kiyen a shameful spectacle. Who would want to show such a state to the person they loved?

“You don’t seem to be enduring very well?”

Kiyen asked again, without stopping. Cullen surrendered. It was impossible to endure. It was his own fault for being stubborn.

“Haa, h, ngh, I can’t, endure, it, stop, ugh, ngh!”

Cullen barely managed to hold back the surging pleasure, or the urge to urinate. Tensing his abdomen, he pleaded.

“I was wrong, ah, haak, ah!”

As soon as he heard the words, Kiyen let out a low breath. Haa, with a long exhale, he lifted Cullen’s body. Leaving the damp bed instantly, he pushed Cullen against the wall and bit his neck.

“Ah, h, ugh!”

His long fangs seemed to pierce the skin down to the blood vessels. Cullen’s eyes widened at the sharp, pleasant pain, and he struggled.

While supporting Cullen’s waist with one arm, Kiyen used his other hand to push up his thighs. His penis was immediately thrust into his widely parted anus. Kiyen’s enormous penis pierced the interior, which was already slick from his tongue.

“……!”

He felt a dull ache that stole his breath, and something filling his throat. He opened his mouth, unable to make a sound, and trembled.

He felt like he was being pierced to the crown of his head. The sensation he had always desired. The glans rubbing against the deepest part inside, which his fingers could never reach…….

“Ah, hng, ugh!”

He lifted his chin. The lust that had briefly subsided surged back like madness. The moment Kiyen’s glans pierced the plump area deep within his inner walls, pleasure exploded. Cullen’s eyes rolled back halfway. Cullen gasped, not even knowing what he was ejaculating.

Soon, a clear stream of liquid burst from the penis rubbing against Kiyen’s body. It was distinctly different from semen, a fluid like urine began to trickle out.

Cullen curled his toes to their limit and threw his head back. The sound of him gasping for breath could be heard. Kiyen, pulling Cullen, who was about to lose strength, tightly into his embrace, whispered in his ear.

“You leak so much just from being penetrated, yet you thought you could hold out on your own.”