#129

Even though he liked being intimate with Kiyen, this was embarrassing. Shame surged rapidly, and Cullen bit his lip hard. To suppress the sounds, he furrowed his brows and clamped his mouth shut. Sounds like ‘hng, h, hht’ escaped through his lips.

“Why are you suddenly, haa… trying to hold it in?”

As soon as he tried to suppress the sounds, Kiyen reacted. Pushing Cullen down, he pinned his shoulders with both hands. Looking up with reddened eyes, Cullen saw Kiyen’s pupils, narrowed to sharp slits. They were clearly aroused eyes.

“Because the sound is strange, uh, I, ah, haak…!””

As he answered, Kiyen deliberately thrust to his climax. The thrusting, which had maintained a slow pace, began to quicken. His body jolted with each thrust. Kiyen’s hand stopped his head from being pushed further up. Cupping his head with one hand, he said,

“Don’t hold it in. It sounds good.”B, but, it doesn’t suit, ah, me!””

As if refusing to listen to nonsense, Kiyen stole all of Cullen’s composure. The skin of their joined lower bodies rubbed loudly. Even the sensation of his hip bones hitting with enough force to bruise became pleasure. The pleasure, pooling thickly, began to react as if it could no longer stay contained.

Cullen’s glans, which had been reddened and twitching, was dripping clear fluid. His body began to tremble. His hips jerked. The sensation just before climax pierced his spine sharply.

Kiyen held Cullen’s face with his other hand. Their eyes met. Ashamed of the clear gaze observing him, Cullen squeezed his eyes shut.

“You, haa, only ever… Hhu, don’t listen to me, when it’s important.”

Kiyen moved as if to make him watch. The blunt, thick glans struck deep, deep within. A ‘hic’ escaped involuntarily, and his back arched. Pushing away the long robe with his feet, Cullen struggled. Kiyen easily overpowered his tall, straight frame and continued the act.

“H, haa…! Th, uh, at, that’s enough…!”

“And saying the opposite, you’ve picked up bad habits. Hmph.”

His tone, like a scolding parent, made him feel like he was being punished. Without knowing why, Cullen felt intense pleasure while listening to his reprimand.

His inner walls squeezed as if to swallow his penis. The soft flesh inside, which had been squirming, clung to the shaft, and soon Cullen felt himself climaxing from the act. His mind went blank. With an unbelievable sense of release, his body stiffened.

“H, ha… ah!”

He felt like he was expelling everything he had accumulated. After a long time, the accumulated white fluid flowed out. The spurting semen stained his stomach, chest, everywhere. A faint, metallic scent rose from the viscous fluid that splattered on his chin and neck.

Cullen twisted his body, unsure of what to do. His hypersensitive body trembled. He had been drenched in Rodiak, but this time, he had climaxed while conscious. Neither Kiyen nor he had touched themselves.

Shame washed over him belatedly. Intercourse while conscious was particularly embarrassing in many ways. Kiyen stopped him as he tried to turn his face away, not wanting to show his flushed face.

“Is it good?”

With dazed eyes, Cullen looked up at him. His lips parted.

“Is it good, that I… thrust inside you like this?”

The words felt like a reprimand for his earlier resistance, making him feel ashamed, but Cullen nodded hesitantly.

“…Yes.”

That short word contained everything. His gaze, looking straight at him, held clear affection, though tinged with shyness. Then, Kiyen’s eyes turned a complete golden hue. With a force that wouldn’t be strange if his bones were crushed, he thrust.

With a ‘thump,’ the penetrating penis roughly chafed the inside. The movements that followed seemed to have lost all reason. His pink penis and testicles, devoid of body hair, unlike their beautiful shape, ferociously ravaged Cullen. His body, sensitive from just having climaxed, couldn’t handle the excessive stimulation. Cullen shook his head wildly and gripped Kiyen’s shoulder tightly.

“Ugh, hht, Ki, yen-nim, too, hard, ah, ahh…!”

Kiyen didn’t answer. He simply devoured Cullen like a madman. The hand that had been supporting his head was now on the dirt floor.

With the force of his earnest thrusts, Cullen let out a series of choked gasps. His body felt like it was splitting. He even felt a sensation as if his penis would emerge from his taut abdomen. Fear and pleasure alternated.

“Th, at’s, haa, enough, enough…!”

His subconscious reacted. A tingling sensation pooled at the tip of his glans, followed by an intense urge to urinate. He knew this sensation. He had shown it countless times before Kiyen, but he didn’t want to do it now. What he had vaguely overlooked when he was out of his mind now felt so mortifying it made his heart pound.

“Kiyen, hggh, I need to, ah, um, wait, a moment…”

Kiyen lightly ignored Cullen, who was trying to escape. Kiyen pressed his body tightly against him and dug his teeth into his collarbone. His hands, which had been fumbling over his body, moved down. With one hand, he spread Cullen’s buttocks, and with the other, he grasped Cullen’s penis. As his soft fingers rubbed the glans stained with semen, Cullen convulsed.

“……! Ha, hggh…!”

As if waiting to be touched, Cullen’s penis began to spurt clear liquid. The sensation he had been holding back finally burst, and Cullen stopped moving, his body spasming. Intermittent convulsions spread throughout his body. His eyes rolled back halfway, and his mouth fell open.

The moment his thumb touched the lukewarm liquid, Kiyen also began to ejaculate. Clear fluid, flowing like semen, drenched his abdomen, and Kiyen’s semen forcefully filled his rear. His entire body was soaked by Kiyen.

The semen poured out for a long time, enough to make his stomach feel distended. It was more than enough to feel that he was completely filled by Kiyen.

Kiyen tightly embraced Cullen, who had thrown his head back, unable to regain his senses. For now, their body temperatures were the same. The heat generated by each other was intense. His lips touched Cullen’s cheek.

“I like it too.”

An unexpected answer fell. Cullen looked down at Kiyen with dazed eyes. Kiyen was looking at him. His tender expression under the moonlight was unfamiliar.

“I like… being like this with you.”

The word ‘like’ filled his mind. The tears that had pooled at the corners of Cullen’s eyes fell in drops. Overwhelmed by emotion, Cullen pulled Kiyen closer. He could hear their overlapping heartbeats. The feeling of being filled to the core of his body was a happiness he had never experienced before.

He wished he could spend the night endlessly with Kiyen, but he finally got up. Worried that his companions might be concerned, as Kiyen had said earlier, they washed themselves and left the lakeside.

It was fortunate they had done it by the water. There was a lot of semen to wash off. As Kiyen’s long fingers probed inside him, Cullen felt aroused again and, suppressing his shame, avoided his gaze. Kiyen then kissed his cheek.

The moon had shifted considerably. It must have been at least two hours, so they quickened their pace. Holding Kiyen’s hand, they headed towards the campsite.

The hoot of an owl could be heard in the distance. It was strange that there were no signs of predators in such a rich forest night.

“Is it because there are no predators because Kiyen-nim is here?”

Cullen, who had been silent and excited, added unnecessarily. He just wanted to say something.

“It might be, but this forest itself is unusual. Following the Cullen flower, its rapid recovery is also not ordinary.”

The mention of Cullen flower, not Killen flower, brought a smile to his lips. It was truly unfitting, but if Kiyen wanted to call it that, it was better to let it be.

Thinking so, as they scanned their surroundings, they spotted the lights of the campsite and moved quickly. However, it was strangely quiet inside. Not even a shadow stood guard.

“……It’s too quiet.”

Cullen frowned. It was past bedtime, but even so, it was too silent. Given Arne’s or Ulli’s personalities, they wouldn’t have just gone to sleep after setting up just one guard. Feeling uneasy, they walked inside and sensed a presence.

One, two, three…

Four.

……Four?

“Stop.”

Kiyen grabbed Cullen. Cullen flinched and immediately drew his sword. The last presence felt unfamiliar. It was incredibly clear and intense.

Taking a combat stance, Cullen stepped on the flickering shadows of the campfire. As he entered the campsite, he saw a long shadow covering the ground. The moment he saw it, Cullen’s eyes widened.

The shadow was bizarre. It was large enough to cover trees, and it was sharp. Following the source of the shadow, Cullen slowly turned his head. His grip on the sword tightened.

As he turned his head, he finally faced the source of the shadow. The first thing he saw was a pair of massive wings.

They were of an unfamiliar shape, but they were clearly wings. Jagged thorns formed a single frame, and a white membrane filled the space within. The white membrane and sharp talons fluttered strangely. Each time they did, a shallow breeze blew.

Lowering his gaze from the wings, Cullen looked at its body. Hair as deep as the night sky cascaded down, covering its shoulders and upper body. Unlike the wings, its body had a human form. Cullen, as if mesmerized by the hair, soon turned his gaze to its face. A pale, slender jaw passed by, and he soon met its elongated pupils.

Elongated pupils situated in the center of yellow irises.

The moment he recognized it, Cullen stepped back. Cullen, who had retreated a couple of steps, bumped into Kiyen. He twisted his head slightly back. He saw Kiyen standing rigidly, his eyes wide open, looking straight ahead.

The same pupils. The eyes Kiyen showed when he was aroused, the other also possessed them. Though clearly different from Kiyen’s brilliant gold—

His heart began to beat rapidly. Without knowing what had stimulated him, Cullen gripped the hilt of his sword until it creaked. Slowly, the scene before him came into full view.

The creature with membranous wings, whom he had never seen before, had bound the companions with long vines. It was then that Cullen saw Arne and Ulli with ashen faces, and Lasano, who was looking back and forth between them and the creature.

“You.”

A naive voice broke the sharp, tense air. The clear, melodious voice, like that of a young man who had just reached adulthood, was ambiguous in gender. Kiyen’s body flinched at the innocent and harmless tone.

“Are you my kind?”

As the curious voice echoed, plants began to bloom vibrantly from beneath its feet. The grass grew larger, and new buds sprouted from the branches on the ground. Watching the scene where flowers and trees bloomed instantly, Cullen whispered involuntarily.

Dragon.

What stood before him was undoubtedly a Dragon.