By Zephyria After two rounds in the missionary position, Ruben asked if he could ride on top, and I allowed it.
Because both the child and I were Martial artists, stamina was not lacking. The late-blooming fire did not die out. Even though we had been fucking until my vision spun, we still felt unsatisfied and yearned for each other, seeking each other out.
Instead of the pillow that had already burst and was gone, I rolled up the gold needles and leaned against them, lying down halfway.
Ruben tapped my thigh, thump, thump, like crossing a stone bridge, and chuckled.
Looking up from below, I could see his thick chest heaving more clearly with every breath the child took. I couldn’t help but smile either. With his nipples so hard, Ruben, kneeling with my genitals in both hands, looking so lewd as he intended to swallow me whole, was surprisingly like a celestial being.
“⋯Why are you laughing⋯?”
“Because I like it.”
“⋯You have to hold on well.”
“Of course.”
The child’s vulva now opened easily. He skillfully swallowed the tip of my erect penis, bit by bit.
As Ruben instructed, I held the child’s buttocks, one in each hand. Supporting the base of his rear, which I had never dared to covet despite living with Ruben for so long, I chuckled again as it fit perfectly in my hands. I traced and rubbed his anus, which was swallowing my lower body whole, and he slapped my hand.
“⋯Th-hng, now, don’t rub like that.”
“It’s okay later?”
“⋯.”
It’s okay. I smiled again, and this time I was slapped hard on the chest.
Still, I was completely happy.
Ruben placed his hands on my chest and slowly lowered his hips. So that the child wouldn’t be hurt by being thrust down too quickly, Ruben moved his hands down little by little with each thrust to make the movement smoother.
When his body touched my thighs, Ruben ordered me to remove my hands. Then, I relaxed all the strength in my body and sank down. Ruben’s weight settled, and he was embedded deeper than before, all the way to the root. After swallowing me completely, Ruben’s legs gave out, and he couldn’t stand up straight. Instead, he rocked his hips back and forth, grinding and pressing me down as if riding a horse.
“Hic, ngk⋯.”
“⋯Hoo, there, a little more forward than that⋯.”
“I-I know. But, hng, it’s so big⋯. Even a little, movement. Ah.”
“Even a little movement?”
“Mika, ah! Now, it’s not now. Just a m-moment, hngk.”
It’s truly strange.
Ruben had strong hip power and excellent balance. Yet, every time my inner walls were pressed, he trembled from his eyelashes to the inside of his vulva. His limbs would go limp, and he would often collapse, but he would still whisper that he liked it, that it felt so good, and urge the act on.
I didn’t doubt him for a moment. Ruben’s penis kept ejaculating semen, so it was impossible not to know. The pleasure that made the back of my eyes boil and my chest pound and my lungs constrict was not solely from the flesh.
Finally, I possessed Ruben, and finally, I became Ruben’s.
I liked that.
“Huk, hoo⋯.”
“Now?”
“Not yet, hng, not yet⋯. Hoo, not yet, it’s time.”
Ruben swept his long hair behind his ear. I knew very well that if he shifted his body even slightly, his shiny hair would tickle me again. Greed returned, and I grabbed Ruben’s buttocks. As I tried to lift him slightly, Ruben shook his head again.
“Hngk⋯! Ah, hngk, ahjijik.”
“⋯Yes.”
Not wanting to make the child cry, I waited patiently again. Ruben shifted his body to find a comfortable position, then detached my hands from his body and clasped them together. Then, with his knees on the bed, he twisted his body and rose.
And then, with a sudden movement, he opened his legs and sank down.
“⋯Hup!”
“Ah! Hngk, ng⋯.”
Stars spun around above my Hundred Meeting Point.
I clearly saw Ruben’s lips twist upwards. With his neck and chest covered in my bite marks, Ruben didn’t hesitate, lifting his hips and sinking down again. Gritting his teeth, his eyes gleaming, tears welling up, he still curved his lips languidly.
Each movement was dizzying. After three or four such movements, even Ruben’s already sensitive inner walls couldn’t bear it. The child writhed his hips, impatient, and pounded. My breath caught as my inner walls, melted and sticky, squeezed his penis. I buried my head in Ruben’s chest as if begging.
“⋯Ha, wait, hng, Ruben. A moment, too much⋯.”
“Huk, ah. Ah. Don’t, if you bite, ah. More, hng, I want more⋯.”
“⋯Haha, that, ah. Ah, Ruben, you’ll get hurt, hng, you’ll get hurt.”
“Hick! Eung⋯. I like it, hng, I like it, Mika⋯. Show me your face, your face. Ahg! Hng, ng?”
The child lifted his body once more. I couldn’t regain my senses because Ruben, unexpectedly, swallowed me whole. The hands we held were merely held and shaken in his. Panting, I raised my head and looked up at Ruben.
I had often sat Ruben on my thighs, so I was very accustomed to looking up at him from this angle. Yet, the child’s face looked incredibly unfamiliar now. The dew drops clinging to Ruben’s lowered black eyelashes tightened my chest.
Ruben stuck out his tongue and smiled. His flushed cheeks looked so happy.
Even while crying like this, he said it felt good.
My true feelings burst out without thinking.
“I like it, ha, I like it.”
“Hut, ng, eung.”
“I like you. Ruben, I like you⋯. I adore you, I love you, ah.”
“⋯Aaaah! More, hngk, again⋯.”
“I love you, Ruben. I love⋯.”
Even though we were doing such lewd and indecent things, he looked so young and beautiful. Ruben, who had been thrusting, let go of my hands and pulled me into a hug, wrapping his arms around my neck. I too held the child’s back tightly, pressing our bodies together. Our rapidly beating chests touched, slid, and rubbed against each other.
Ruben shallowly rocked his hips back and forth, nibbling at my ear and whispering.
“⋯I do. I love you too, Mika.”
It was climax once again.
It felt like we had completed half the positions described in the books.
I quite enjoyed pushing into him with him face down, seeing his back and buttocks together. While I regretted not being able to see Ruben’s expression, looking down at his long hair stuck to his white back, messy with sweat, would stir up a fierce desire.
As he grew more accustomed to swallowing my penis with his anus, Ruben could no longer keep his knees straight and kept collapsing. I couldn’t take my eyes off that cute sight either. My hands kept reaching out to touch his body.
I liked holding his hands behind him, making him arch his back, and hearing him beg me to touch him more by shaking his pointed breasts himself. I learned then that seeing something incredibly cute could make my vision go black.
It was truly fortunate that I had taught the child martial arts well early on. Even while crying out, Ruben didn’t seem to be in pain; instead, he ejaculated thin semen and continued to thrust.
I liked hooking Ruben’s legs over my shoulders, and I liked it when Ruben laid me down and rode me like a horse. He was so cute that I held his hands and kissed his palms hundreds of times. Later, Ruben put his fingers in my mouth and begged me to bite them, which put me in a difficult position for a long time.
Now, I understood better than anyone why there were fruits on the wedding chamber table.
Whenever the child grew tired, I would hold Ruben close in my arms and put grapes in his mouth. Ruben ate them up like a baby bird. At first, he ate them while sitting on my thighs, but sometimes he would beg for grapes even while his anus was holding my penis. Every time the child nibbled, my lower opening would also nibble, and eventually, I would lay him down again in a mess and make him cry.
I used the Recovery Artifact once, and the Clean Artifact twice. Even though they weren’t soaked in holy oil or lubricant, I was scolded for playing with his hole that opened just a little.
Ruben would often grasp and release my penis with his hand, but sometimes, as if thinking about something, he would peek around and then swallow it into his anus several times, only to be caught by me again.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
Now, Ruben was leaning his cheek against my collarbone, clinging tightly to me. The gold needles that wrapped around my shoulder and Ruben’s body were still dry and warm, like at the beginning, thanks to the Clean Artifact.
No one made a sound to open the curtains that completely blocked out the light. There were still no servants passing by in the hallway. In response to their efforts to protect our wedding night, I freely indulged in Ruben.
When the child’s fingertips kept stroking my lower abdomen or pulling at my pubic hair, I punished him by biting his tongue. Ruben’s mouth, thoroughly wet with sweet juice, was still narrow and warm.
Just one night.
I wondered how much could change in just one night, but surprisingly, much had changed. I no longer hesitated to touch Ruben’s body. It was truly astonishing that I had kept away the person who was meant to be mine, my own, the person I should have been born with from the start.
A thin thread connected to my tongue and then snapped. Regretfully, I placed small kisses on Ruben’s lips. Ruben, who giggled, draped his arms over my shoulders and then, holding the back of my head, kissed me deeply.
“I love you, Mikael. You can’t leave me now.”
“Who’s saying that?”
In the same way Ruben had done, I ran my fingers through Ruben’s three-tiered hair and pulled his head back. After kissing a couple of times, Ruben playfully patted my shoulder and squeezed my hand. I knew well that feeling of wanting to blame me when he was overwhelmed with joy, so I didn’t back down.
“You’re beautiful,” I said, licking his cheeks and lips, and he soon calmed down. During our kiss, Ruben gasped for breath, so I pulled my head back and he grabbed my cheeks. I gently offered my tongue between his biting teeth and pulled the child’s waist close. Every time our bodies slid against each other, a desire I hadn’t known existed ignited.
We became entangled like beasts once more. This time, I was determined to taste everything from his toes to the hollow of his soles, even if Ruben was shy, and we pulled the covers over ourselves together.