#062

“Ah, there…!”

Such thoughts came to him unconsciously. Hng, ng, as his voice became a messy whine, his reason vanished. Only instinct remained, spurring Cullen on.

It felt good. So good he felt like he would go mad. He was afraid he was allowed to feel this way.

“Haa…, hu, I know.”

The straight penis changed direction. The glans, slightly angled towards the G-spot, began to pierce only that spot. His mouth fell open. Saliva dripped as Cullen shook his head.

“Kkh, ngh, haa, ha, ugh…! Ah…!”

He tilted his chin up. Forgetting all decorum, he let out rough cries and spread his legs. Though it felt like it would tear, the thought of him doing it harder surged through him. Harder, more, more, crush me.

“Do, do it more…!”

“You can’t even swallow it all, haa, and yet you’re so… kkh, greedy.”

“Ugh, ugh, ah!”

His penis was driven in with a force that felt like it was hitting his insides, all the way to the root. Kiyen’s words were true, as he was completely filled, and his breath was stolen. It felt like the penis had reached his throat.

This time, Kiyen changed his movements. Instead of withdrawing and thrusting, he began to churn inside. His hips spasmed repeatedly as the glans rubbed against the inside.

It felt strange. He felt like he was about to cum from his lower half. Something was filling him up.

“Kiyen, good, this, good…”

“Properly.”

He liked this act even more than he had expected. It was his first time having his insides churned, and though his inner walls felt like they were rippling, it was unbearably stimulating. Panting heavily, Cullen whispered.

“Good, I like it…”

“This is what you mean.”

Once again, Kiyen churned his penis. The glans scraped against the G-spot. Cullen arched his back violently, letting out a moan.

“Hng, ng, ngh, yes, that, that…!”

Unlike when he was completely consumed by Rodiak and driven mad, Kiyen let out a deep sigh at the sound of Cullen’s flushed, high-pitched voice.

He, who had been making a boiling sound, lowered his head. Cullen could see his straight forehead and the bridge of his nose. His slightly flushed pink cheeks and elegantly falling hair seemed out of place in this chaotic situation. That only fueled his arousal.

“Only at times like this, haa, do you listen…”

Kiyen began to push Cullen harder. As he repeated the churning motion, his inner walls heated up. Something filled him up to his throat. His limit was approaching. At the sudden premonition of climax, Cullen began to struggle.

“Kiyen, Ki, yen, hha, ah, ahh, going, ugh, going…”

He could see the white arm supporting Cullen’s face tense. Kiyen, looking down at his lower half, met Cullen’s gaze. His golden eyes locked onto him, Cullen, spread-legged beneath Kiyen.

The moment he registered that, his climax arrived.

“…H, ugh… Ah, kh!”

His entire body stiffened. His sticky inner walls squeezed Kiyen’s penis as if to burst it. A rough breath escaped Kiyen’s lips, unbefitting his appearance. Cullen’s firm thighs clenched, and he climaxed without even touching his front. Semen spurted from his stiff, dangling penis.

“Hu, huu, haa, ha, haa…”

His body continued to tremble. Goosebumps rose, and he felt an itch. A languid afterglow spread through his veins.

Kiyen’s gaze swept over Cullen’s slackening form. As they met eyes, Cullen’s eyes half-lidded, Kiyen slowly began to move again.

“Kiyen, just, for a moment… hu, ugh…!”

His entire body, now hypersensitive, reacted instantly to the pleasure that entered him. His body’s sensations felt twice as acute.

“What is it?”

His indifferent voice asked as if he didn’t understand. Cullen panted and pleaded.

“Wait, a moment, haa, ugh…! Move, ah, ng, please… ahh!”

“I told you I wouldn’t listen to you.”

Though he had readily indulged his pleas earlier, Kiyen was resolute now. The slow rhythm of his hips actually quickened. The pleasure that flooded him with each thrust was so intense that Cullen tried to pull away, moving his body slightly.

Kiyen didn’t let him. The arm holding him tightened, and the arm supporting his side bent, encircling Cullen’s head. His long fingers dug into Cullen’s purplish-black hair.

“Too, ngh, ah, too, strange… ah, ahh, ngh!”

Kiyen stopped Cullen’s head as he tried to shake it. Their cheeks rubbed together, and Kiyen’s lips began to nuzzle Cullen’s neck. The moment his lips touched his neck, Cullen froze. It was warm and soft. Kiyen… acting like this was new.

“Ugh, hng, ngh!”

His body swayed uncontrollably, and a moan escaped him. Ashamed, Cullen buried his lips in Kiyen’s shoulder. The feeling of embracing each other like lovers made his head feel hot. It felt like his soul was being filled.

Kiyen licked his neck with his tongue, then rubbed his lips against it. Like an animal sniffing, he inhaled.

His heart pounded. His earlobes flushed red, and his body felt like it would burst. Then, Kiyen bared his teeth. His canines, sharper than usual, grazed his neck.

“……!”

A shiver ran down his spine. Holding his breath, Cullen fumbled for Kiyen’s neck, then pushed his hand into his long hair. He liked the sensation of their hot bodies pressing together. He liked Kiyen clinging to him. He liked it when Kiyen bit his neck, as if marking him.

“Ugh, ngh!”

It was thrillingly good.

“Ah, haa, ha…!”

Just having bite marks etched onto his neck brought on a light climax. While Cullen didn’t know what to do, Kiyen began to move like a beast who had lost its reason. It was somehow different from before.

Kiyen continued to gnaw at his nape, biting and thrusting his hips. With a thud, as his penis, thrusting hard, was tightly gripped by the inner walls, the bite marks deepened.

“Ki, yen, haa, more, more……”

More, please engrave them.

Swallowing the rest of his words, Cullen moved with Kiyen. The pleasure, piercing him to the point of agony, drove him, but more importantly, it was crucial to let Kiyen’s actions continue. Their bodies, tangled as one, shook violently. It was around the time the creaking, creaking, creaking sound of the wood reached its limit.

Inside Cullen, Kiyen’s traces began to spread.

“Ah, nngh, ah, ah, ahh…… Hhick!”

The semen striking his inner walls felt like a stream of urine, so immense was the volume. It was so hot it wouldn’t be strange if it melted him from the inside.

Along with the feeling of his stomach being distended and full, he felt a slight urge to gag. And that sensation simultaneously became pleasure. Cullen’s flaccid penis, which had been withering, stood erect, veins throbbing.

The moment his teeth dug into his nape, drawing blood, Cullen also squeezed his eyes shut against the overwhelming sensations. With pleasure even more intense than before, his vision turned white. Tensing his legs, he opened his mouth silently. His lower abdomen hardened.

However, the semen that should have naturally followed ejaculation did not come.

It took a few seconds for him to notice. Cullen gasped, lowering his gaze. His neck was sore, and his rear felt like it was tearing, but more than that, he couldn’t comprehend the current situation.

As he looked down with confused eyes, Kiyen grabbed his chin.

“I told you.”

His lips brushed against his cheek.

“It seems to be your nature.”

A faint smile was laced in the low voice that sent a chill down his spine.

“Looking at you…… you seem to know how to feel even without marks.”

Before he could even ask what that meant, his lips were swallowed. As if he had been holding back until now, Kiyen’s wings unfurled with a rustle.

Their tongues tangled wetly. The questions that arose in his mind were soon oxidized by the kiss. What was important wasn’t what had just happened.

Feeling Kiyen, who was now devouring him, was more important than anything else.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing Cullen saw was a white nose. The pale yellow light seeping in from the window bathed Kiyen’s face. It had been a while since he had examined Kiyen this closely, not since they had danced.

……When he was sane, that is.

Cullen held his breath and quietly examined Kiyen’s face. Sunlight settled on his beautiful blonde hair, making it look as if gold dust had been sprinkled on it.

He cautiously shifted his gaze and saw enormous wings. Cullen was lying on one of Kiyen’s wings. In that position, Kiyen held him, and the other wing covered Kiyen and Cullen like a blanket. A few fallen feathers caught his eye.

Were Dragon wings like this?

Even in his hazy consciousness, Cullen recalled thinking Kiyen’s wings were similar to a bird’s. The Dragon wings he had only heard about were described as sharp and pointed.

However, the wings before him didn’t seem imposing; they only appeared gentle. Perhaps the stories had been distorted.

Curiosities flooded him, too many to bear. When do the wings appear, has he always hidden them, do they not go back in……

Kiyen kept his eyes closed even though Cullen had woken up. Only the faint sound of his soft breaths could be heard. It was so strange that Cullen almost reached out to touch Kiyen’s nose with his finger, but he managed to refrain.

Is he not hungry? Did he fall asleep from using too much energy? Worries began to creep in.

Then, other things slowly came to mind. Had Arne and the others returned, was Ulli alright, had the people returned?

As these thoughts surfaced, he found it difficult to just lie there. Though examining Kiyen’s beautiful face was something he would never tire of.

Thinking thus, Cullen closed his mouth. He had been feeling it for a while. That his actions towards Kiyen were not ordinary.

He had recognized that he cared for Kiyen, perhaps even more than he cared for his family.

The affection he felt for Kiyen grew stronger with each passing day. Cullen realized this anew during the three days they spent in the cave. He had missed Kiyen so much in just three days that his heart ached.

What followed was the memory of his own desires from last night.

Slowly, he raised his hand and touched his nape. As if to prove it wasn’t a dream, he felt the clearly etched bite marks on his right nape. It stung when he touched it, and it felt deep.

Cullen wanted Kiyen to leave marks on him. He liked everything Kiyen did.

Is all of this…… due to Rodiak?

Is it because of Rodiak’s curse that his gaze keeps falling on Kiyen, even without them having been intimate? If so, is he insane right now? Always?

“You seem to have a hobby of watching me.”

Just as confusion began to consume him, Kiyen spoke. His eyes were still closed.

“……Were you awake?”

“I woke up when you started to stir.”

Having said that, Kiyen slowly opened his eyes. His pupils, which looked like a snake’s, were a pale yellow, with remnants of blue, and elongated pupils. It was the same as last night. It clearly revealed that he was not human.

“I apologize if I woke you.”

“There are other things you should apologize for.”

Kiyen looked up at Cullen with a languid expression and spoke.

Cullen recalled Kiyen from last night, who had ultimately made him admit he was wrong. He had pushed him to his limit, and in the end, prevented him from ejaculating. Driven by sensation, Cullen had cried out that he was wrong many times.

“I didn’t intend to hurt you.”

Kiyen raised an eyebrow. With a face that seemed to say, ‘Go on,’ Cullen slightly tilted his head and changed the subject. Touching Kiyen’s wings, he asked.

“Your appearance has changed.”

“Yes.”

Kiyen answered indifferently, as if he knew.

“Will you continue to live like this?”

“This body has revealed more of its inherent power than its limit. If you hadn’t caused trouble, you wouldn’t have had to see this form. Perhaps…… it will return by afternoon.”

Kiyen sat up. His wings, filling the room, naturally drew his gaze. It was certainly impossible to move around in this state.

“They are Dragon wings…… but they resemble a bird’s.”

Cullen finally voiced the part he had been curious about. Kiyen got out of bed naked and looked down at Cullen. His golden eyes, cast in shadow, shone mysteriously.

“It wasn’t always like this.”

Kiyen turned his gaze away. Looking out the window, he folded his wings and said indifferently.

“The moment I could no longer know who I truly am…… my wings began to change on their own.”