#060

The wind at high altitude was cold. Yet, Cullen’s body didn’t cool down; it burned even more. The moment he relaxed, the heat that had been lurking inside attacked him.

With flushed eyes, Cullen repeatedly rubbed his forehead against Kiyen’s neck. The sight of the ground above, the sound of wings fluttering, the air brushing his cheeks – everything felt distant.

Only Kiyen was visible.

Sensing something was wrong, Kiyen spoke after a few minutes of silence.

“You couldn’t stand being apart and ended up causing trouble. Don’t ever fall away from me again.”

A large white hand carefully yet firmly supported his blood-soaked back. The comfort of warmth was greater than the pain. Such wounds were something he always carried. However, the memory of feeling warmth caress his wounds was distant.

“When I held the Sorcerer’s weapon, Haa… suddenly… Hh, it became like this.”

As he panted out his excuse, Kiyen’s voice deepened.

“…Has this happened before?”

Kiyen’s voice rumbled. It became increasingly difficult to understand. The only thought filling his head was the desire to be close to Kiyen. Cullen barely managed to reply.

“In the Marquess’s territory, for a moment… Hh, it was… like this.”

As he kept burrowing into Kiyen, his hand paused. He let out a low sigh and increased their speed with a powerful flap of his wings. Descending towards the ground, Kiyen whispered.

“Don’t be impatient. I’ll take you to our lodging soon.”

He rubbed his lips against Kiyen’s neck and nodded. As his hot lips repeatedly touched the white neck, Kiyen closed his mouth. A low breath escaped thinly.

Kiyen landed quite a distance from where the cave had been. The lights, shining in a line, came into view. After a moment, Cullen realized they were people approaching in a group. The wind from Kiyen’s wingbeats extinguished a few torches.

Everyone gasped and recoiled, their voices filled with awe and fear at a sight they had never dared to witness. From among the hesitant figures, someone rushed out.

“Cullen-nim!”

Arne, running urgently, was followed by Lasano. Kiyen stared at them expressionlessly.

“Are you badly injured? Are you alright?”

To Arne’s question, Kiyen shook his head. Then, he said to Lasano.

“Cullen has a wound on his back. Heal him immediately.”

“Understood.”

Lasano approached obediently. His usually smiling face was hidden in the dark night, appearing subdued and different from usual. Cullen, glancing at Lasano and Arne, who looked at him with great concern, soon felt a gentle energy touch his back. As silver, representing divine power, burst forth, someone nearby exclaimed.

“Oh, Magic!”

“That person is a miracle of Goddess Aksha. It’s a miracle!”

Soon, the bleeding began to stop. The burning wound felt ticklish, and as the cut flesh healed, the pain disappeared. Then, the sensation, which had been distributed across his back, concentrated solely on one point.

Cullen hugged Kiyen’s neck tighter. His fumbling hand touched Kiyen’s neck, and the other dug into Kiyen’s long hair. The soft texture, which felt like it would melt upon contact, ignited his desire.

“Aren’t you healed? Are you still in pain?”

Arne showed signs of anxiety, watching Cullen cling to Kiyen as if he were being spoiled. Lasano shook his head.

“I don’t think so. The wound has been healed.”

At Lasano’s words, Kiyen folded one wing to shield Cullen’s body. Then, he gave an order.

“It’s true that you’re healed, so you don’t need to worry. I will take Cullen, so you two continue on and bring the people and the injured. And… treat the woman with the greatsword there separately and keep an eye on her.”

Kiyen finished speaking and began to flap his wings again. As he moved to leave, Arne hastily grabbed him.

“Where are you two going?”

“To the inn.”

Arne opened his mouth to say something, perhaps worried about them going to a dangerous place without him, but Kiyen didn’t listen and soared up. People murmured and watched, mesmerized, by the unprecedented mystical scene. Kiyen brushed away the clinging gazes with his wingbeats and glided back into the sky.

Kiyen entered the inn with terrifying momentum. His conspicuously visible wings caught people’s attention. Ignoring their wary and fearful glances towards the unfamiliar sight, he immediately went up the stairs. His body-sized long wings folded back, shedding feathers onto the floor.

The door opened without a gesture. Kiyen entered the spacious room meant for two and turned right, heading towards a narrow side room. Inside, there was a bathtub. He sat Cullen down in it. Lukewarm water soaked him.

“Kiyen, quickly, quickly…”

Cullen reached out, not wanting to let him go. As he pulled at the hem of his robe, Kiyen bent his waist.

“I told you it wouldn’t be too dangerous. But look at you now.”

Though he chided, he let Cullen’s actions continue. The robe slipped off Kiyen as Cullen pulled with all his might.

As the clothes slid down, Kiyen’s white skin was revealed. His sculpted collarbones, defined muscles, and the wings spread behind him were like a fantasy. Perhaps, it truly was a fantasy.

“I, Hh, can’t endure it anymore… Kiyen… somehow…”

Cullen panted and continued to pull him. Despite his impatient movements, Kiyen did not yield. His large hand rubbed Cullen’s blood-stained face. The water washed everything away.

Once they were alone, his reason completely dissolved. His body heated up. He didn’t think it was as bad as that day, but as time passed, his insides grew hotter, just like then. His already erect penis rubbed against the air, and Cullen writhed his legs. Water sloshed and overflowed.

“Shh. You have no patience.”

As he thrust his hips and made lewd movements, Kiyen quietly chided and lowered his head. The hand that had been washing his face gripped his jaw tightly. His cheek was pressed, forcing his mouth open.

Kiyen’s face slowly drew closer. His pink lips, which seemed to carry a fragrant breath, came into view. The moment he saw them, an unbearable desire exploded. He wanted to swallow Kiyen whole.

As he twisted his jaw, trying to escape Kiyen’s grip, Kiyen kissed him first. Just like when he had soothed him in the cave, as if he knew exactly what he wanted.

His long tongue roughly delved inside. The hot tongue slid and licked the roof of his mouth. As the tip of his tongue, sharper and longer than a human’s, rubbed against his hard parts, a shiver ran down his spine.

“Haa—”

Cullen gripped the wooden tub tightly and let out a choked moan. The desire he had been holding back finally found an outlet and began to pour out.

Kiyen, who claimed it was his first time with a human, was incredibly skilled. As if intending to drive Cullen mad, every time his tongue swept across the roof of his mouth, a moan, “Eung,” escaped.

He felt like he was going crazy. It felt so good that it wouldn’t be strange to climax right then.

Cullen followed him, trying to respond to the kiss. As his tongue moved clumsily, Kiyen slowly responded. Their tongues began to tangle wetly, and a lewd sound scattered in their mouths.

He licked his teeth and then intertwined their tongues countless times. In a daze, Cullen became completely absorbed in the kiss. His lower abdomen was hard enough to hurt, and so was his penis.

Kiyen briefly pulled his tongue away. He released his grip on Cullen’s jaw and easily began to tear Cullen’s wet clothes. The rumpled clothes were ripped and scattered into the water. The brief interruption of the kiss felt maddening, and Cullen immediately clung to Kiyen.

“Kiyen, no, stop, no…”

To his sobbing, panting words, Kiyen lowered his head again. As he opened his mouth as if to soothe the whimpering child, Cullen lunged. Cullen clung to Kiyen’s white shoulder, leaving handprints, and dangled from him.

While Cullen was lost in the kiss, Kiyen slipped his hand between Cullen’s legs. His fingers touched the tightly closed opening, which had not been used since their first encounter. His fingertips gently stroked the dense folds that repeatedly flinched.

The sound of their tongues mingling lewdly and the sound of water from Kiyen’s hand, which had begun to probe inside Cullen, mixed together.

Even though it wasn’t a place meant to receive his penis, a strange pleasure surged as his fingertips gently caressed the folds. It tickled and made his toes curl.

Unconsciously, Cullen spread his thighs and let out a sound, “Keuht.” Instinctively feeling resistance, he turned his head slightly, but this time Kiyen pressed him with a kiss.

“Hhht, Haa, Haa, Hh… Eung…”

With just a few kisses, Kiyen, who had discovered Cullen’s most sensitive spot, rubbed the roof of his mouth. A chilling tickle spread from the roof of his mouth to his ears. “Ah, Eung,” he twisted his shoulders and let out an uncharacteristic weak sound as Kiyen’s finger penetrated the opening.

“…Kuh, Ugh!”

There was no great pain. It felt stiff and foreign, but his feverish body perceived even that as a form of pleasure. It was just awkward.

He thought that even in his daze. Kiyen had warned him that such things might happen again, but if a similar situation arose, then…

Perhaps it was because he briefly imagined a different scenario.

“Kiyen, wait, Hhht, stop, Eugh, there, it’s dirty…”

Though he accepted it as unavoidable, he flinched slightly. This wasn’t like him. Although it was to relieve the desires caused by Rodiak, Cullen had never considered feeling pleasure this way his entire life. At least, he thought it had nothing to do with him.

But Kiyen didn’t seem to hear and continued to move his fingers. His long fingers quickly probed the wet and squirming interior, skillfully pressing a plump, round spot. It was a movement as if he had memorized it.

“Eugh, Haa…!”

What he had thought he disliked was wiped away white with a single movement from Kiyen. His body was honest. The remaining curse reacted greedily to the pleasure.

The memory of that day, which had been fading, rushed back. When Kiyen intensely ground inside him, the intense pleasure that colored his entire body had spread wildly. As Kiyen’s penis moved in the hole, which was tight enough to tear, his beautiful face contorted…

“Hhht, Ah, Aah, there, Kiyen, there…!”

Forgetting the few seconds he had said no, Cullen now began to beg. His fingers gradually increased the speed of probing inside. After pushing through the squirming interior and firmly pressing the G-spot, Kiyen withdrew as if to tease him when Cullen’s opening greedily squeezed his fingers.

The sound of water splashed and echoed. His eyes rolled back. Without any release or anything else, he wanted to feel even greater pleasure.

“Kiyen, more… more, something else…!”

Cullen panted, uttering words he would have been horrified to utter if he were thinking clearly.

The handsome eyes beneath his dark eyebrows were languidly disheveled. Hugging Kiyen’s neck tightly, Cullen sobbed, “Ah, aah, Hh.” His deep baritone was mixed with high-pitched moans.

The number of fingers had increased to three. As the opening gradually widened and Kiyen probed inside with his fingers, Cullen felt a sensation as if he were about to climax.

Just as he thought he would climax with one more thrust, Kiyen withdrew his hands. Cullen, who had been writhing in a daze, flinched and looked at him.

It was so close to the moment. Frustrated by the pleasure he couldn’t release, he became restless.

“Why, why…?”

He asked tearfully, panting, and Kiyen slipped his hand behind Cullen’s knees. Unlike usual, his pupils had elongated, and his golden eyes, with almost no blue left, came into view. He hadn’t seen them properly while being held, but now they entered his sight.

They were like… Dragon eyes. As if he were facing a beast.

“Didn’t I warn you?”

While his eyes were distracted, Cullen was suddenly lifted into the air. Kiyen lifted him.

With a whoosh, water dripped. Kiyen, holding Cullen, left the side room. Then, he laid him down on the bed.

“You said you’d be scolded when we met.”

With him, Kiyen’s wings spread wide.