By Zephyria When making him soft, I licked and sucked him like a dog while he was on his stomach, but when it was time to enter, Hugh was lying on his back. Like me, Hugh endured pain very well. I wanted to see his face, in case Hugh fainted without me noticing.
Hugh, who had been shaking his head, refusing to show me his face, finally revealed a face wet with tears and slightly dazed after I grabbed both his wrists and placed them on his lower abdomen.
“Hieuk, Eut, I’m o—kay…”
“Haa, Ha… I’m not okay. Look. It’s gone this far.”
“Eung, Sssip, More. Ha, A little, Move, Move.”
“Eueung…”
“Hak, Heu, Ah. Listen, Listen to me.”
But I feel like he’s going to break.
I could clearly see how far I had entered Hugh’s flat stomach. Even without pushing it in completely, it bulged just below his navel. After struggling so much to swallow the tip of my penis, Hugh kept begging me once he’d barely managed to swallow the thick glans.
Move, Scratch me, Rub me, Please thrust.
So I shook my head.
“…I’m good, right now.”
“Shit, I’m, Heuk, Not, Not good. Hurry, Heu, Fuck, Thrust me already…”
Still, I hesitated, and Hugh spread his arms. Was he going to hug me? Was he going to kiss me? My heart fluttered, and I quickly leaned forward, but Hugh bit my ear as if to tear it off.
As the sweet breath and sharp pain touched me simultaneously, my lower abdomen throbbed unbearably. Ow, I let out a groan I couldn’t hold back, and Hugh gnawed at my earlobe, then kicked the back of my thigh with his heel.
And he whispered.
“Giddy up.”
He wasn’t channeling aura, but he looked furious. It really hurt. So I stopped resisting and decided to obey my husband.
Hugh was too thin, and my penis was thicker than I thought. Still, it was only difficult the first time. Hugh was naturally flexible, but I didn’t know he was flexible in this way too. After finally swallowing my thick penis all the way, Hugh panted, overwhelmed, but he didn’t bleed or faint.
Every time Hugh gasped for breath, my already narrow walls squeezed my penis as if to crush it, making me groan even more. Every time my dark red genitals entered the narrow opening, Hugh cried, panting as if he were dying. My mind turned to mush, and it felt good. I was suffocating, and my vision sparkled.
Every time Hugh shed tears, I was hit in the same spot multiple times while unable to move. The back of my thighs throbbed. Was it bruised? I slipped out a couple of times due to his wild hip thrusts. Each time, Hugh scolded me fiercely. Still, I was just happy.
Even when the thickest part came out, re-entering was easier than I thought. I was amazed every time I saw how that narrow opening had opened so beautifully and roundly. I was so engrossed in looking that he grabbed my hair once, telling me to just continue what I was doing, so I did.
“Heuk, Heu, Euk, Haa. Ah.”
“…Eung, You like it? Still, Harder?”
“Hiat, Ang, Sh, Heu, No…”
“You don’t like it?”
“Shit, Ah. Who, Who told you to stop. More, At, Euk. Ha, I like it.”
“…You like it?”
“Eung…”
“I love you.”
“Ack! At, Euk, Crazy, Ah…!”
Hugh kept crying. The paths his tears traced looked so delicious that I licked his cheeks multiple times. Both the top and bottom were clean, wet, and melted softly. Hugh, with a voice that barely came out, gave me permission to enter, so I did.
Once, twice, thrice.
As the number of times increased, the area below Hugh’s waist melted softly. His opening, which had become soft and yielding, did too, but his waist, which had been undulating, now slumped onto the bed and couldn’t move properly without me holding it firmly.
I slipped out a few times, as if rummaging through the messy, narrow opening’s mucous membrane, and each time, I grabbed and rubbed Hugh’s penis and mine together.
As the number of times increased, Hugh whimpered and blurted out random words.
Enter, Take it out, No, Yes, More, Don’t, I was wrong, Save me, I love you.
Then I replied.
Yes, Okay, I like it, You like it? Yes, Okay, No, Does it hurt? I love you too.
Each time the messy, wet opening quivered, semen squelched and foamed.
Hugh’s hair, which had been neatly slicked back with fragrant oil, had been messy for a long time. Whenever Hugh was disoriented, he rubbed his face with the back of his hand, ran his fingers through his bangs as if to tear them, dug his toes into the bedsheets, and tapped my back with his heels.
Every time his pale chest swayed before my eyes, I couldn’t resist biting it. Whether I bit with my lips, my front teeth, or sucked deeply, Hugh clenched his opening and sobbed. He liked it when I gathered and rubbed his chest flesh, and he liked it when I rubbed it as if counting each rib.
And he liked it most when I cupped his small buttocks with both hands, pressed them firmly, and thrust deep inside.
I kissed his face, which was flushed with heat. At first, Hugh had shaken his head, refusing to kiss me after such acts, but later he cried, “Heeoong,” asking why I wasn’t kissing him. Then I listened well again.
I just liked whatever whim Hugh had.
I was the same way. That is, what I suddenly wanted to do changed from moment to moment. After thrusting deep to the root, I would want to pull out and just rub the inside shallowly, then suddenly want to thrust hard, making the entire inner wall soft and limp from end to end.
I kissed his fingers one by one, hoping the constantly shaking Hugh would smile, but seeing him cry more, I bit him hard. If I wanted to hold his chest, I grabbed his chest; if I wanted to hold his waist, I grabbed his waist and thrust. So, when my bite marks and handprints were all over Hugh’s small body, I felt sorry and shed tears, feeling pity.
It was good.
I wish we could just melt away like this. If we became completely soft, I felt like I could mix with the soft Hugh and become one. Hugh’s voice was hoarse, but I was not tired.
Around the time the morning sun began to rise. Hugh gritted his teeth and murmured.
“…You horny bastard…”
I see. The heat cycle that hadn’t come until now had finally arrived.
Indeed, no one in the world knows me as well as Hugh. Still, I’m glad the heat cycle came after I married Hugh. If it had come before, Hugh might have run away further, but now, even while crying, he holds me.
I nodded with a smile. Hugh weakly raised his hand and stroked my head. Just as he often did when he thought I had done something well and wanted to praise me.
“Eung.”
“…You want to do more?”
“Eung.”
I liked the burst of laughter. His radiant smile, like opening petals, was wet with sweat and looked happy. Every time Hugh smiled, the tip of my penis, which was connected, trembled, and I laughed too. We rubbed noses, pressed cheeks together, and hugged tightly. Hugh, resting his forehead on my shoulder, let out a groan and giggled.
“…I, Shit, Really…”
“No?”
“…Do it.”
Indeed, marrying him was the best decision. I buried my face in Hugh’s collarbone and took a deep breath.
Hugh no longer smelled lonely. He just smelled like me.
Completely mine. The scent of my person.
The square in Withrow was as bustling as ever.
The Emperor and Empress stayed in the Widdrow Duchy for exactly three months. Hugh and I also spent a delightful time together for those three months. There were a few complaints about noise from the next room, so we had to move our belongings to a larger room with a bigger bed instead of the knights’ quarters.
We informed the knights we knew that we were married. Half were very surprised, and half nodded, saying they expected it. However, they all congratulated us with smiling faces and promised to attend our second wedding ceremony.
Duke Widrow often checked on us and shared various well wishes. She would often make strange jokes, like telling us to paint a portrait, asking what we would do in such an empty territory, and suggesting we just live here with her.
Every time she put her arm around Hugh’s shoulder, Hugh would laugh, genuinely tickled. I had already seen Duke Widrow’s children. Duke Widrow’s children bore no resemblance to Hugh. Hugh was prettier, cuter, lighter, and… anyway, better. Is that why the Duke coveted Hugh?
Still, I was happy because Hugh was happy. Although I didn’t paint a portrait, I often sat beside Duke Widrow and Hugh when they talked, adding interjections. Even without me saying much, they often looked at me and smiled.
Hugh likes it when I give him flowers. He likes being kissed and hugged tightly. He liked me burying my face in his neck and breathing, and he liked me sniffing around everywhere. He liked looking into each other’s eyes for a long time, and he liked me licking deep inside his mouth.
I didn’t hold back saying I loved him, and neither did Hugh. Now everyone knew we were a family. That was good too.
Anyway, today, we are going to Ernhardt’s territory.
When moving to a new region, Spiritus opens the portal directly, so Yongyong was held in Blue Star’s embrace today. The milky white egg was buried in pink fur, looking like a pillow or a doll.
The Emperor and Duke Widrow exchanged farewell handshakes with smiling faces.
The gathered crowd craned their necks, peering eagerly to catch another glimpse of the Emperor and Empress, and the porters worked like ants, carrying large tents and pillars in a line.
Behind the personnel setting up the portal were the Emperor and his direct guards, Marianne and other Wizards, the Administrator, Benjamin and another attendant. Hugh and I also stood behind them. Hugh had his usual sullen expression. It was a very secret joy that only I knew how softly Hugh would melt, among all the people here.
The Emperor once again delivered a short congratulatory speech for the people of the Widdrow Empire. The crowd applauded, and Hugh leaned his shoulder against mine. Then, glancing up at me, he said.
“We’re finally going back.”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t know why it feels like going home when there’s nothing there yet…”
“We need to settle down now.”
“…What?”
“We’re married.”
Hugh pursed his lips. He didn’t just close his lips; he closed them so tightly that the sides of his mouth puckered. He was trying to suppress a smile. I, on the other hand, laughed without holding back.
I tried to wrap my arm around Hugh’s waist, but he recoiled, and I could only barely hold his fingertips. Is he still shy? I’m not shy at all.
Still, it was good.
It was only years later, after countless sexual encounters, that I learned that even with God’s blessing, children could not be conceived through intercourse between males.
Well, that’s okay. We are already a complete and whole family, just the two of us.
—Fourth Story, We Like the Same Thing, The End