#089

Cullen shivered at the sensation of the warm liquid flowing down his belly. His lower body felt full from being completely filled, and the pleasure of releasing what had been pent up sent a jolt through him. So lost in the moment that he couldn’t feel shame, Cullen forgot everything he had said and pleaded with Kiyen.

“Hnn, ha, haa, Kiyen, sir……”

Fidgeting with his restrained wrists, Cullen moved his hips gently. His starved body reacted with fervent speed to the pleasure that was slowly pouring over him.

“Faster, faster……”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Kiyen pushed him, just like last time. It wasn’t like this at the very beginning, and this was already the second time he had made Cullen utter shameful requests. His chest tingled.

“Mmm, p-push…… me.”

“Didn’t you say you could do it yourself?”

The request was not immediately granted. Kiyen merely rotated his penis, which was inserted all the way in, subtly, not thrusting with the intensity that would drive him mad. This gentle pressure was far from enough.

Cullen moaned and tried to move his hips on his own, somehow. But the control of his body was entirely with Kiyen. The hands holding his thighs, the arms that firmly fixed his body.

It was impossible to move on his own while being lifted. His voice scattered mournfully.

“I… was w-wrong… hng, I……”

“Speak clearly.”

As the plea flowed out, Kiyen moved a little, as if rewarding him. The penis, which had pulled back slightly, soon thrust in again. Haaak, Cullen twitched his bound wrists and tensed his inner walls. The pleasure that surged when he clenched was of a different kind than what he felt through his penis.

The tighter he clenched, the better it felt. Clenching his massive penis as if it would never let go, Cullen confessed his mistake with a dazed mind.

“I… hng, ha, aa, ha, tried to… do it… ah, nng…… Kiyen, Kiyen……”

He felt so good. The more he clenched, the more pleasure flooded him. It would be even better if he could be scraped a little more here, if he could be thrust into more. Thinking things that would make him horrified if he were sane, he called out to Kiyen. Like a whimper.

Even though a man who was by no means cute or pretty was begging, which might not be appealing, Kiyen’s penis grew larger inside him. Unaware of what that meant, Cullen flinched. His lower body felt like it was tearing.

Though it was only the third time, he had been tormented all night every time they did this, yet Kiyen’s size still made it difficult to swallow him whole.

“Ah, haa, ha…… You’ve gotten… bigger…… So, big, haa, Kiyen, sir……”

Stammering, Cullen said whatever thought came to mind. The red membrane, stretched to its limit, stung, but even that was pleasure. Kiyen breathed heavily and slammed him against the wall.

“To beg like this, haa, and to… me……”

Kiyen swallowed the rest of his words, pulled his penis out with a shook, and then thrust it in all at once. Thwack, as he was lifted upwards, Cullen opened his mouth. His lower body felt numb. At the same time, intense pleasure exploded from deep within his inner walls.

“Ha, haa!”

“A human as troublesome as you…… really……!”

His nape was bitten again. His neck was gnawed. His body swayed wildly as Cullen was penetrated while being held by Kiyen. The arms that easily supported his tall frame gradually tightened. He was thrust into while being held so tightly that handprints were left on his waist.

“Ah, hng, ugh, haa, there, there, ah!”

Panting like an animal, Cullen let out moans. The thought that he was doing this in a sacred temple briefly crossed his mind, but that impious sense of transgression soon transformed into pleasure, heightening his excitement.

His penis, which had been leaking clear fluid, refused to die and twitched again. As his body repeatedly collided with Kiyen’s, his glans also received stimulation.

“Nng, nng, too, good……”

It was impossible to hold back on his own. If he were alone, he wouldn’t have been able to feel such distant pleasure.

With a face smeared with tears, Cullen uttered words of pleasure. It felt good. So good that it wouldn’t be strange to die. He liked the pleasure Kiyen gave him. No, he liked Kiyen.

This presence that seemed to push him away, yet came to him at crucial moments.

His precious Dragon.

“It’s… too, hng, good, sir……”

He wanted to hug him. As he whispered this, twisting his wrists, Kiyen met his gaze. His face, which had been like beautiful craftsmanship, was flushed with heat and vitality, clearly reflecting Cullen. His gaze lingered, and Kiyen made Cullen place his bound hands behind his neck. Their bodies pressed close.

His usually neat robe was soaked with Cullen’s bodily fluids. Trembling at the firm body and hot temperature felt through it, Cullen embraced Kiyen tightly.

At this moment, the situation of mixing bodies with Kiyen, using the curse as an excuse, was precious. It felt so good his heart felt like it would burst.

Thinking it was just good wasn’t enough; Kiyen, who only gave him pain, was desperately needed.

“Kk, ugh, ah, ah, going, going to……!”

At those words, his thrusts intensified. The sound of his back hitting the wall echoed, thump, thump. With a thrust so rough it felt like something would break, Kiyen rammed into him. The penis, shoved into his inner walls as if to swallow him whole, incited his climax.

Biting his collarbone with his fangs, he drove Cullen like a beast. His slightly tousled golden hair, wet with sweat, clung thinly to Cullen’s nape and chest. Gripping his hair and shoulder blades, Cullen embraced him.

Kiyen’s prominent nose rubbed against his chest. He felt his long eyelashes, clear brow bone, and nose, and then his lips touched his nipple. His lips stopped on a place he hadn’t been caressed much. He felt Kiyen’s eyelashes flutter.

Their eyes met. Cullen, looking down from his elevated position, shivered as he felt Kiyen’s lips touch his nipple.

“Ugh, nng……”

Just as he thought “no way,” his lips parted, and he bit his nipple. Kiyen’s white teeth began to gnaw at the plump, faintly pink nipple. Today, it felt as if he were trying to leave marks all over his body.

“There, is, ughk, ah, not necessary, ah, nng……”

The pleasure that had pooled in his lower abdomen surged. Perhaps his body had become strange from holding back for so long, but even the most unusual places felt good. A thrilling pleasure overflowed from his chest, and a wet, intense pleasure concentrated in his lower body.

Tensing his legs, Cullen squeezed as if to burst his penis. His inner walls twitched, gripping his penis, and Cullen felt something. As if noticing this, Kiyen bit his nipple harder than before.

“Stop, th, haa, ah……, ahh!”

It was the same sensation he had felt last time. A pleasure that emptied his mind, a heat that felt like his lower body was sinking. His erect penis merely twitched, still wet, not ejaculating again. It just trembled, convulsing from an invisible pleasure.

“Never again, hoo, will you say… that nonsense about holding out… on your own, haa.”

Chiding Cullen, who had climaxed first without mercy, Kiyen began to move in earnest.

Shaking wildly, Cullen tightly embraced Kiyen’s head. Thinking he wanted to lick the clear golden scales on his nape that were slowly beginning to disappear, he completely surrendered to the overflowing pleasure.

He had a dream after a long time. It was different from the nightmares he occasionally had. In it, Cullen was an observer. Unlike his usual self, who repeated his mistakes, Cullen was watching someone.

A tall figure in armor knelt and bowed. Before him stood a woman who, despite being clothed, was like a naked person.

The woman, with perfect curves and long silver hair, was familiar even though he had never seen her face before. Her face looked ordinary yet beautiful, gentle yet cold. She gave the impression of having no precise features.

She reached out and touched the knight’s hair as he knelt. The knight, with short hair mixed with black and purple, raised his head. His straight, soft profile resembled someone.

The woman sat beside the knight and offered him a sword. The sword, heavy yet sharp, held a brilliant, iridescent light. The elaborately decorated hilt was embedded with a purplish gem. Everything was familiar and vague.

‘Ria, …… will decide.’

The moment the name echoed, the knight looked at Cullen, not the woman. Their purple eyes met. Cullen finally realized who she resembled. Helen, his mother, Sigmund, and himself.

As the purple gaze, a mixture of everything, pierced him, Cullen woke from his dream.

“It’s late.”

The golden light that had been in the place of the purple occupied it. Cullen inhaled, looking at the golden eyelashes that were almost within reach. His body felt warm, as if he were being held by someone.

“……Kiyen, sir?”

His memories since entering the temple were fragmented, so it took a little time to understand the situation. He was sure he had resolved to hold out on his own somehow, but he didn’t know why Kiyen was beside him.

“……How did you get here?”

At that, Kiyen’s eyes narrowed.

“Don’t you remember?”

A few scenes flashed back at the question. The first thing that came to mind was an unbelievably shameful scene. The scene where he had ejaculated something strange, not semen, flashed back, and Cullen flinched, fumbling with the sheets.

“……It’s coming out little by little.”

Kiyen unfurrowed his narrowed eyes and reached out. His fingers touched Cullen’s lips, which were scabbed from being bitten. It was a gentle touch. Cullen watched without moving, feeling as if breathing would be an offense. Kiyen… was touching him again.

Although they had mixed bodies yesterday, he hadn’t expected it today either, so Cullen cautiously examined Kiyen’s face.

“Aren’t you… displeased?”

Then he finally asked. Kiyen raised an eyebrow as if to say, “What are you talking about?”

“Me?”

“Lately… you seemed to dislike me touching you.”

His hand, which had been rubbing his lips, tightened slightly. As he trembled slightly from the stinging pain, Kiyen said.

“It’s because I dislike humans touching me, not because of you.”

Saying that, Kiyen sat up. His wings were gone, but the scales he had seen yesterday still remained faintly on his neck. His white upper body was exposed below the sheets. Kiyen’s robe lay on the floor, having been shed countless times during their mixing of bodies.

“It’s annoying to hold back so as not to cut off the Young Duke’s hands, and I was displeased by seeing too many humans. You touching me is not a problem.”

Kiyen, who had stood up, slipped his arm under Cullen’s waist. His attempt to pull away in surprise was easily stopped.

“I can get up myself.”

At that, Kiyen smiled crookedly. It wasn’t the smile he wanted, but it was a smile nonetheless, so Cullen stared blankly at his beautiful face.

“Since you keep trying to run away, I have to wash you.”