By Zephyria While using my hands was good, rubbing my penis against Hugh’s thighs was even more ecstatic.
It was also more comfortable to use the strength of my waist and thighs rather than my arms, but the sensation was different. When I rubbed the head of my penis, my body tensed so much that my molars clenched from the feeling of it being rubbed against taut skin, and when I pushed it in deep, it rubbed against Hugh’s, making it warmer and softer, causing my mouth to fall open. I also liked how my groin pressed tightly against Hugh’s buttocks with every movement.
The sound of flesh slapping flesh rang out.
As I rubbed frantically, Hugh’s body lifted halfway. The more he writhed his waist, the more his legs loosened and spread apart. When I held them together again, he gasped, breathing heavily, and tried to squeeze me with all his might, creating vertical lines on his thighs. That was incredibly cute, too.
I traced the prominent ribs beneath his shallow chest with my tongue. I waited, pressing his nipples with my nose, and when he said “bite,” he bit, and when he said “suck,” he sucked. Then, when Hugh could only whimper and cry, I bit and sucked. Did I do it the other way around later? I don’t remember well.
I tickled every part I could. My hands were calloused. If I were to grab Hugh’s body carelessly, red marks would appear quickly, so it seemed better to tickle with my fingertips, like rubbing with my fingerprints, rather than gripping. I don’t know if Hugh thought so too…
“Hic, ugh, ah. Ah… G-go, wait, slo-slowly…”
“…”
“Slo-owly. Idiot. Ah!”
I couldn’t count how many times we had reached the Peak already. Hugh’s thighs and groin were already sticky with our semen. Hugh, panting with hot breaths, slumped down. I didn’t bother to close his legs, which had spread open again.
“Shall we take a break?”
“Uh…”
He nodded. Seeing the exhausted Hugh nod, I spread his legs apart and examined the wet parts with my eyes. My penis, pressed and rubbed from root to tip, had left Hugh’s genitals more chafed on the lower part than the upper. Would this hurt a little?
My contemplation was short-lived. I ran my tongue along his reddened thighs.
“What are you doing, Ah. Ah, wait, lick, don’t lick!”
My forehead and cheeks were pushed away together, but I didn’t retreat.
Of course, it didn’t taste good. I knew that a Healing Artifact would heal chafed wounds faster than licking them. But thinking that I wouldn’t be able to do anything more today, I just wanted to do this.
As I licked and swallowed the viscous bodily fluids, Hugh’s limp genitals swelled up again.
I deeply sucked a fold of his skin, then lifted my head to find his erect penis shaft touching my cheek.
Hugh, looking down at me, covered his forehead and eyes with one hand and growled.
“You really don’t listen… I mean, you sucked that. Kissing is over for today.”
“…Huh?”
“Gross. Not like some animal, eating all sorts of things, Ah, Hh, wait! Hey!”
Since I couldn’t kiss him anyway, I decided to lick everything while I had the chance.
I placed my lips on the lower part of his genitals. I moved my tongue along the red marks, nibbling. Every time I licked the fluids, indistinguishable as mine or Hugh’s, Hugh squirmed, twisting his body. It didn’t seem like he was in pain. Clear liquid dripped from his highly aroused genitals, and his voice was also full of moisture.
“Ngh, ugh. W-wait. Ah. Ah… Hhup, ugh.”
“…”
“Ughhh…”
He seems to be enjoying it. Hugh, melting limply, kept biting the blanket but didn’t run away.
His legs spread further, revealing deeper parts. Without hesitation, I swallowed and licked all the parts he offered. His soft testicles, and even between his buttocks, which were strangely wet.
It was then that I saw a hole, opening and closing, out of the corner of my vision.
…Mucous membrane?
Huh.
Would this feel good too?
But this was a bit too narrow. My pinky finger wouldn’t even fit. I wanted to kiss here, but it was difficult because it wouldn’t open easily.
I tried kissing it a few times, pushing my mouth in, licking, sucking, and rubbing, but it wasn’t easy. Disappointed, I rubbed it with my fingertips. His slender waist trembled. I felt his gaze. I looked up, wondering if he would say something.
Hugh glared at me with surprisingly burning eyes.
Is this not it? Did I do something wrong?
Flustered, I hesitantly pulled my hand away. Then Hugh made a truly strange sound, somewhere between a groan and a screech, and rubbed his face as if to tear it apart. No. In my panic, I grabbed his wrist to stop him. When I moved his hand away, Hugh looked like he was about to cry. I quickly apologized.
“Sorry.”
“…Shit, ha, no, fuck…”
“I was wrong, I won’t do it.”
“This bastard… You’re just… You’re not pretending not to know, are you?”
“…Huh?”
“Like you know, shit, and are doing this…”
“…Mhm?”
Hugh gritted his teeth. He must have really hated it. But I liked it. Hugh’s space between his buttocks was soft. Because his skin was thin, his body heat transferred easily, and it tasted good. Still, if Hugh didn’t like it, I shouldn’t do it.
Just as I was about to back away, Hugh let out a sigh, “Hugh.” And then he said.
“…Just one finger.”
“…?”
“It won’t go in right away. Your penis is so big, don’t you have any conscience?”
“…?”
Not kissing? My penis? Going in here? It doesn’t seem possible. It’s too narrow.
Suddenly, something clicked. Mating between male and female occurs through the insertion of reproductive organs. And a bird’s excretory organ is connected to its reproductive organ. As Spiritus said, if I have the reproductive ability to create eggs, then perhaps Hugh, my mate, is… perhaps?
“…Put it in? Your finger?”
“…Yeah.”
“Which finger?”
“Fuck! That, that’s up to you… You have to figure that out yourself.”
Hugh turned his head away. The veins on his exposed neck stood out sharply. From the top of his head to his chest, he was bright red, like a perfectly ripe tomato. Very delicious, sweet, juicy, and bright red…
I looked down again, and Hugh lowered one hand, grabbing his small buttocks and spreading them apart himself. Looking at the slit that had elongated to the side, I cautiously tried to insert my pinky finger, but Hugh shook his head violently. I was startled. His watery eyes glared at me.
“Fuck, are you playing with me right now?”
“…Ah, no.”
I tried the ring finger. His gaze was still fierce. That wasn’t it either. The middle finger? Hugh squeezed his eyes shut and buried his head in the blanket again.
If he had told me from the beginning, I would have liked it. But even so, the sensation of the narrow, hot opening that swallowed my fingertip bit by bit felt so good that I wasn’t angry at all.
Moist, soft, and… fluffy?
As I nibbled my finger in, sweat broke out all over Hugh’s body again. The lamplight gleamed, licking Hugh’s body. As I gently rubbed the inner walls with two finger joints, Hugh’s waist began to sway.
“Hhht.”
“…Does it hurt?”
“…Ha, hhhup, no. …It doesn’t hurt.”
He said it doesn’t hurt.
I steadily pushed my middle finger deeper and deeper. It went in as far as the back of my hand. Hugh’s opening was still sucking my finger as if to swallow it.
Like using my tongue when kissing, I steadily rubbed and massaged the inner walls with my finger joints. Hugh flinched as if to punch me several times, then repeatedly buried his head in the blanket after looking at my face.
After a few minutes like that.
“Hhhuuup… Ugh, hhhht…”
Strange, melting moans began to escape Hugh’s lips.
Every time I brushed my finger, Hugh trembled. Hugh, who had been biting the blanket, kept burying his head in the pillow so much that his waist twisted, almost as if he were trying to flip over onto the bed. I didn’t stop him and let him flip over. Then I knelt behind him.
I pressed my swollen penis tightly against the inside of Hugh’s thighs, and Hugh, swallowing a curse, crossed his knees. It became much easier to rub my penis against his thighs while thrusting into Hugh’s opening, and I also let out strange gasping sounds.
It feels like it can go in further.
This time, I didn’t ask for permission. I pushed my second finger into the narrow opening, and Hugh’s back arched like a well-cooked shrimp. Sweat beaded on his red back and glistened. I licked that too.
Hugh sobbed and kept trying to press his buttocks against my lower abdomen. Since there was no flesh, it hurt a little when I rubbed.
“Just, hhh, just one, you said.”
“Mhm… Hugh likes it. It’s soft here…”
“Shh, well, would it be hard then…?”
“I want to put it in.”
“…”
“Can I?”
It was still narrow. I spread the inserted finger sideways. The entrance was light in color, but the inside was so deep it was black. Instead of looking further in, I gently traced and pressed the inner walls. It made a squelching sound, as if it had been sucked so much. When I moved my wrist like flicking it, Hugh actually cried this time. Tears streamed down from his large eyes.
What should I do? Even though Hugh is crying like this, I don’t feel worried at all. I’m just hungry.
“…Yeah. Do it.”
“Really?”
“Fuck, before I regret it, quickly, quickly.”
“Yeah!”
“…No, slo-owly! Slowly. You heartless bastard…”
“Mhm.”
Hugh gripped the bedsheets with both hands. He released his tightly closed legs, spreading his knees wide apart. When I pulled my fingers out, the opening that had seemed narrow widened slightly. I gently rubbed my imposing penis shaft over it, gauging its size.
The glistening tip pressed slightly, as if to widen the entrance, then slipped.
“Hhup…”
Hugh pressed his forehead firmly into the bed. Because of that, his buttocks lifted further. I held his small pelvis tightly in my palm, and with my thumbs, I pulled his buttocks apart to hold the opening wide. I realigned the tip of my penis and slowly, slowly pressed down.
Thump.
“It’s not going in…”
“…Ha, shit. Try until it does, then.”
“Okay. I will.”
It would be best to kiss first, then. I pushed my tongue into the limp opening again. Hugh took a deep breath. His already flat lower abdomen caved in deeply.