Chapter 4

“Look at the color. It’s filthy.”

“That’s because I’ve shoved it into you so much.”

“Don’t make me laugh. Yours was always that dirty color.”

“I wasn’t born like this. It’s because I jerked off excessively while thinking of you.”

“…Since when.”

“From my first erection, if I remember correctly?”

I don’t want to be separated. I want to stay glued to his side. Should I just devour him instead? The era of such simple contemplations ended abruptly one night. The mountainous region of Tuska suffered stark diurnal temperature shifts even in summer, rendering the nights quite chilly; thus, his eyes snapped open at the sudden, desperate cling of shivering bare skin. Through Kyle’s keen night vision, Rochshan’s round buttocks, splayed as he slept on his stomach, were starkly visible. The moment the pajama shirt rode up to reveal a fleeting glimpse of the pink, wrinkled anus nestled between the plump flesh—still bearing the faint marks of a beating—an electrifying sensation fiercely lashed his spine. His first ejaculation hurt just a little.

I should impregnate him and keep him by my side. He made the decision the very night he awakened to sexual desire. Every time Rochshan tried to run away, Kyle would make him give birth to one more child.

Projecting his own trauma of losing his parents early, Rochshan pretended to despise children, but in truth, he was quite fond of them. This much was obvious just from the wide, beaming smile he wore while pushing a village child—who had sneaked in through a hole in the estate wall—on a swing. Didn’t he secretly dream of becoming a good father? Therefore, if he had a brood of his own children clinging to him, he wouldn’t be able to cold-heartedly abandon them and leave.

‘Observe the three restrictions. First. Do not murder unconditionally. Second. Hide your true identity from the blond kid. And finally, third. Never confess your love.’

Memory regressed a little further into the past.

Looking into the days when young Kyle was imprisoned in the royal palace revealed exactly why he was hatching such a conspiracy to tie Rochshan down.

The gagged young dragon inside the iron cage screamed desperately. Philip Bright-Ash, watching his younger brother suffer, also looked incredibly somber.

‘This is all for your sakes.’

Why did you have to imprint on a nest at such a young age? The King subsequently expressed his intense frustration.

Bright-Ash. He was a noble half-blood who had risen from the ashes. Conversely, his youngest brother, born with a tail and horns, was the lingering thought of a burned-out past: Blackburn. Though they shared the same father, their species were so entirely different they used different surnames.

‘The ends of the nests have been miserable for generations.’

Rubbing his temples, Philip let out a long sigh. The twisted relationship between the first king and the black dragon had been re-enacted generation after generation, even bleeding into the present era.

It is a story from the distant past. The black dragon, coiled in the northern volcano, reportedly fell in love at first sight with the man who climbed the rocky mound and pointed his sword at him. It happened to be mating season. ‘If you become my nest, I will die by your hand.’ Making this promise, the dragon tore out its own heart, fed it to the man, and lost its life. This was the truth behind the founding myth of Tuska, stripped of its bravado and deceit.

‘And there hasn’t been a single dragon in generations that didn’t go mad.’

Soon after, from the black corpse displayed for all to see, a dragon in human form manifested. The pale man sought out his nest, who had been enthroned as king, and fulfilled his promise. Endlessly violating the King, he sired exactly forty-nine young. It is said that human children were rare; most spread their wings and flew far away. The first king, whose belly was never flat for long, eventually lost his mind. After giving birth to a final, tail-bearing, black-haired boy, he threw himself from the tower.

Since I was not rewarded, I will chase you even in death.

The King of Tuska is being raped by the resurrected dragon. He is endlessly conceiving and birthing monsters. A filthy scoundrel who colluded with a wicked monster out of greed for power. This was a passage written in the bloodstained forbidden book.

After bestowing the surname ‘Blackburn’ upon the newborn who hadn’t even opened his eyes, the dragon threw its life away once again, following the King. They thought the tragedy had ended forever then, but…

<After that, the curse of Blackburn began.>

The mute historian, the sole survivor at the gruesome scene, recorded the events in top secret. <The black child, possessing eyes that handle secrets and the power of Dragon Speech, began an indiscriminate slaughter.> The handwriting was severely erratic. <Then, another human child who became the next king found a solution. To make his non-human brother, Blackburn, form a new nest contract. At this time, the contract clauses must be few in number and specific. Then, Blackburn will fulfill the contract for the sake of the nest.>

The historian rapidly scribbled down the detailed contents of the nest contract.

<But in exchange, the nest…>

A contract generally assumes a reciprocal, equivalent exchange. Thus, the one who became the nest clearly had something they had to give up as well.

<If the dragon does not obtain ‘that’ from the nest…>

Even now, after a long time had passed, not a single dragon had obtained ‘that’ from their nest.

The records concerning the shameful secret of the Tuska royal family ended there. The final page of the historical record, passed down only to a very select few royals, was soaked red with terror.

<…And so the dragon went completely mad. The mad dragon’s slaughter repeats.> <Thump, thump, I hear the sound of someone approaching.> <I also hear the sound of something dragging. Are they the torn-off heads?> <Me too. I, too, will soon di—>

A stroke broken off like a death agony was scratched all the way to the edge of the paper, as if the person recording had been grabbed by the ankle and violently yanked backward.

The heavily stained blood marks soaking half the forbidden book were synonymous with the curse branded into the bloodline of the Tuska royal family. As generations passed, the power of the newly born dragons weakened, and there was once a hope that the dragon’s descendants might simply go extinct someday. However, with the birth of Kyle Blackburn, the despair of the Tuska royal family deepened instead.

Born as Philip Bright-Ash’s brother, the dragon of this generation was less human than anyone else. Born with mighty draconic power, his atrociously cruel nature truly warranted being called the incarnation of the black dragon.

‘Damn it. Of all people, why did you have to imprint on my classmate’s son?’

Sighing, Philip wiped his face drily.

Count Edwin Owin, his friend with whom he had studied abroad when he was Crown Prince, was a good man. His wife, Isabelle Owin, was also not a bad-natured woman, even if she did sometimes speak harshly without malice.

He offered his condolences. A nest paired with a dragon would inevitably meet a miserable end, because a dragon’s obsession makes a person sick. However, Philip simply couldn’t bring himself to declare a death sentence to his friend couple’s only son, so he ended up vaguely skirting around the tragic conclusion. Yet, Countess Isabelle unexpectedly clapped her hands and laughed at the story Philip had found so difficult to confess.

‘That’s wonderful.’

Her real name in her foreign homeland was Izamra. The peerless beauty, possessing a name that meant ‘Brilliant Green Jewel’, instead welcomed Kyle’s true identity and rejoiced.

‘A dragon that lives only for its nest—how romantic. And to think his abilities are outstanding; that’s even better. Besides, our bloodline is prone to unnatural or premature deaths. Becoming a nest might actually extend my son Rochshan’s lifespan.’

Philip was shocked by her innocent optimism. Feeling even more unsettled, he confessed his desperate measure to his friend couple. Originally, our royal family used the nest contract for generations for personal greed, but I am different. I will absolutely break this vicious cycle. So please wait. I cannot promise an exact date, but I will find a way to nullify and destroy this contract. To save the two boys from their subjugated fates.

‘So until then, hold on and don’t do anything stupid,’ Philip warned his brother, who was locked in the iron cage, once again.

A dragon separated from its nest quickly falls into emotional instability. Like a fragile sunfish. Having no choice, he would disguise him as a slave and send him to the Owin family, but… I don’t know if putting them together is the right thing to do. Philip muttered without confidence.

‘Don’t eat him.’

It wasn’t an empty warning. Take the previous generation’s dragon, for example. Unable to have its feelings reciprocated, it went mad and ate the human flesh of its nest. Philip, who was not yet King, had also been present at the scene to execute the berserk dragon hugging the bones it had stripped clean. It was a mandatory course he had to complete as the successor to the throne.

‘Your primary role as King is to manage and properly dispose of this cancer cell that will be born again.’

The previous King, who had contracted a virulent strain of gonorrhea from his promiscuous sex life, radiated the stench of rot from his mouth beside the Crown Prince.

Philip refrained from answering to the very end, watching the dragon, weakened from losing its nest, being helplessly attacked. The gruesome sight unfolding before him made even his own heart heavy. For a descendant of the creature that once plunged the northern continent into terror, wasn’t its end too miserable?

The black wings that should have spread majestically were pierced by countless spears, reduced to the state of a pincushion, and the horns that should have gleamed fiercely were snapped off, wrapped in thick iron chains. Nevertheless, the dragon never gave up the bones of its nest until the moment its breath stopped. Thus, they had no choice but to burn the corpse along with the bones. Immersing his ankles in the thick smoke settling heavily on the ground, Philip felt a profound sorrow.

What exactly is love?

‘Love returned is something that was never permitted for you beasts in the first place.’

Fucking bastard. He felt nothing but disgust for his brother who dared to pity him so carelessly. Kyle Blackburn ground his teeth.

Waking up in the early hours of the morning, the dragon growled from deep within his chest and pressed the tip of his own erection against the sleeping Rochshan’s lips. Following his territorial instinct, he painted his master’s lips with sticky pre-cum as if tracing them, whispering Dragon Speech. May any bitch or bastard who steals these lips rot completely, starting from the point of contact. The moment he used his power, he felt the sensation of his shackled soul faintly wearing away.

Rochshan would never know forever after. He would never know why the young lady who had stolen his lips in that rose garden suddenly suffered from a rapid illness and died, nor the conclusion that the stench of her rotting corpse was so foul that even her parents refused a farewell kiss.

‘Rochshan.’

Blackburn, who had occupied the Owin estate disguised as an anachronistic slave, whispered sweetly. Rochshan Owin. You are a special nest. A free soul who received the blood of your foreign mother and is not trapped in the fetters of Tuska. Rochshan and himself were completely different from the ghosts of the past cursed by the black dragon and the first king. They were going to be different. The truth that the boy recognized at a glance was something his brother Philip, blinded by his own ‘truth-seeing’ eyes, couldn’t understand in the slightest. No, he didn’t even try to understand. And then, acting as if he were granting some grand favor, he used the restrictions to drive a wedge between the dragon and the nest.

Motherfucker.

The moment the dragon breaks a restriction, the nest either goes mad or dies. This unfairness, where the nest alone bears the retaliation for breaching the contract, thoroughly bound the dragon. For this reason, Kyle could not kill Philip. Because ‘unconditional’ murder was forbidden. Looking closely, every single restriction was absolute bullshit.

“Rochshan.”

“What.”

“Move your foot a bit. Why are you so grumpy?”

The dragon, born as a cursed existence and sent to the Owin family, was twenty-six today. Kyle, who had overcome the adversity of the bullshit restrictions to enter into a honeymoon relationship of mixing bodies with his master, looked up at the sullen Rochshan.

Kyle’s brother, Philip Bright-Ash, was greatly panicked later on. ‘This can’t be. There is no way the nest would hold the dragon in its heart… right?’ If the dragon takes one step closer, the nest shudders in disgust and runs ten steps away. This eternally unchanging, twisted dynamic was precisely the curse of the first king. And it was the first king’s revenge against the soul of the black dragon chasing him even in death. However, the gaze of the grown Rochshan hinted in a completely different direction. It was a gaze that had fallen into bottomless affection.

Only then did Philip realize with a start what a heinous atrocity he had committed. He realized that, intoxicated by his own narcissism, he had dispensed a unilateral good deed, and that its essence was no different from a malicious barbarity.

A restriction cannot be undone. There was still no news of a way to destroy the contract, and his youngest brother, Kyle Blackburn, was slowly going mad like the dragons of past generations.

The only way to liberate this pitiful dragon from the restrictions was…

‘I won’t forgive you.’

He could have become the first dragon to obtain ‘that’ from his nest. Kyle bared his ferocious fangs at the brother who had robbed him of a golden opportunity. He merely wanted to tear him to shreds, but regardless, they were in the same boat. The dragon, forbidden from confessing, ground his teeth as he glared at Grand Duke Vizak, who was emitting a formidable murderous intent from behind Philip.

‘You spilled the water, so figure out how to clean it up.’

If I go mad, I promise at the very least the destruction of this land. When he issued a prophecy of the apocalypse by establishing Dragon Speech with acute willpower, Philip, his expression hardening stiffly, nodded with difficulty and agreed. Thus, the survival of the entire nation came to rest on the shoulders of the current king.

‘Understood, Blackburn. I will somehow create a plausible occasion to fix this situation.’

That was how this Dragon Festival and the Nest mass wedding came to be planned.

“Hah. To not even be able to fathom your master’s mood. What a terrible servant.”

Completely oblivious to such inner circumstances, Rochshan Owin sneered crookedly. Whether things were flowing as Philip intended, he wasn’t quite sure. Something about a jealousy-inducing strategy.

To Kyle Blackburn, who was infinitely close to a dragon, the ever-changing emotions of a human were like a fierce, ungraspable current. Although he was a relatively well-socialized dragon, no matter how much he focused his senses on Rochshan, there was one thing he simply couldn’t understand.

Why wouldn’t he confess his true feelings, which were so glaringly obvious? When he wanted him this much.

“Is my cock terrible too, and that’s why you’re trying to step on it and burst it?”

Frowning, Kyle bit Rochshan’s knee without hurting him.

The day Rochshan returned to the estate, he came back to his room in the early hours when everyone was asleep, and they resumed their sex. Even after dawn broke, the two did not step a single foot out of the bedroom. They literally rolled around everywhere, doing it constantly. The excuse given to the outside world was body aches from overwork and nursing care. Rochshan thought his room’s soundproofing was perfect, but, well.

In truth, the outer window had been wide open the entire time they were having sex.

Perhaps everyone in the estate had a restless night because of the noise they were radiating. The gardener probably tended the garden while listening to their panting moans, and the maids likely wiped the soot from the oil lamps by the door while counting the rhythm of balls slapping against buttocks.

Nobles think fairies clean their rooms while they sleep, or while they are out. However, this time was different. While Kyle was ravaging the deeply sleeping Rochshan, the servants barged in and began cleaning. Kyle, who was violating Rochshan, reluctantly had to step down from the bed. While he carried his nest around the room, continuously thrusting into his bottom, the bedsheets and the floor rugs slick with bodily fluids and urine were replaced.

‘Are you not tired, sir?’

‘I am in the middle of building a womb.’

‘Ah, I see.’

Even in the midst of that, it was a time when he didn’t forget his duty and supervised them as the estate’s Deputy Butler. Standing with his legs shoulder-width apart, squelching into his master’s hole, the old butler, having finished ventilating the room, politely asked the dragon. He was subject number two bound by Dragon Speech.

‘Then I wish you success in molding a sturdy womb.’

He seemed to understand. The butler bowed respectfully toward the dark red organ excavating the Count’s womb in a driving position, and then withdrew. That was yesterday afternoon. Since the red hair of Maid Laura was mixed among the cleaners, it seemed she hadn’t gone out yesterday after all. He wasn’t curious about the whereabouts of her application.

“Unbelievable. Does stepping on it even burst it?”

“No. Instead, it’ll get hard.”

It was their second day of seclusion.

It was after they had enjoyed a long, warm bath. The slave was wearing a robe and wiping Rochshan’s sprawled legs. However, the man himself was stark naked. He sat politely with his knees drawn up, but his darkish cock hung heavily all the way to the floor. The thick corpus cavernosum, which more than touched the carpet, was bent considerably, and the foreskin was stretched back, covering the glans.

The tip was as tight as a closed bud. Damn it, my foreskin is shriveled and I have plenty left over. Crumpling his brow in an inferiority complex, Rochshan stretched out his foot and crushed the bastard’s cock with as much force as his jealousy dictated. The texture was squishy and very strange. Come to think of it, didn’t an annelid that looked like a dick live in the sea? An illustration he had seen in some encyclopedia came to mind. Would it feel this gross if I stepped on one while swimming?

“Don’t do that, and give it some love.”

“That’s up to me.”

Snorting, he stepped on it even harder.

At that, Kyle let out a sigh and forcefully pulled Rochshan’s ankle away. He kissed the center of the lifted, hollow sole, kissed the big toenail, and then kissed each of the other toes one by one. Seeing him docilely accept his situation without protesting softened Rochshan’s heart somewhat. Sweeping his wet hair in the opposite direction, Rochshan extended his other foot.

“…”

“What. You said to give it some love.”

As if to show off, he used his big toe to dig between the foreskin of Kyle’s cock and peel it back. Immediately, the moist, reddish glans that hadn’t dried out was revealed. Right in the center, the urethral opening that Rochshan often played with gaped wide. When he roughly rubbed the sensitive mucosa where the peripheral nerves were directly exposed with his toe, it seemed to hurt. Leaning his upper body forward and pressing his forehead against Rochshan’s knee, Kyle groaned, ngh. He rubbed against him like a puppy.

“…Thank you.”

Smooch.

“Please give it more love.”

Smooch, smack.

“Want to fuck my dick hole?”

Kissing the area around the knee that was full of marks from being chewed and sucked, Kyle looked up at Rochshan. The fully grown beast was hiding its claws and pretending to be innocent. Damn it… Every time the bastard did this, Rochshan felt like his esophagus was burning and his lungs were being crushed. If he were younger, he probably would have hugged him tight and rolled around. However, the fully grown Count puffed up his chest and inhaled instead. This time, it was ticklish all over. Like he had accidentally swallowed a dandelion seed.

“Try again.”

“Please dig into my dick hole. Deeply, deeply.”

“Then spread your legs and lie down.”

Why is his pubic hair so bushy, too? I wouldn’t even notice if a flying bug got tangled and died in there. “Hey, you. Manage the hair down there with some linseed oil whenever you have free time. It’s too coarse, my ass hurts.”

“Should I just shave it all off?”

“No. You tried shaving it last time. It feels weirder when bare skin touches.”

Without the cushion of hair, he could feel the bastard pounding into him too vividly, which was rather psychologically uncomfortable. The sensation of his own scrotum being crushed against the bastard’s smooth crotch also gave him goosebumps. Shaking his head, Rochshan rummaged through Kyle’s pubic hair with his toes before forcefully pushing against the sharply defined abdominal muscles.

At that, he docilely fell backward. Over the man lying on the carpet floor, Rochshan this time stood on his knees. As he slowly untied his robe, his firm, flawless physique was completely exposed.

“Master. Come closer. I’ll suck you first. You have to get hard to shove it in.”

Pretty. Smacking his lips with ecstatic eyes, Kyle pulled the thighs of the Count standing spread-kneed over him.

“And suck mine to make it hard, too. An erect dick hole is easier to penetrate.”

“…Fucking hell. Here we go again, flapping that tongue of yours that sounds like it was soaked in mop water.”

Even as he complained, Rochshan quietly changed position. Soon, he lay face down, as if crushing Kyle’s face with his buttocks. Down below, his chin touched the thickly overgrown pubic hair. With a displeased expression, as if twisting his head in a full circle, he supported Kyle’s massive glans with his tongue and swallowed it. Because it was an impossibly huge size to swallow recklessly, this kind of technique was necessary.

“Mmhp, mm, mph.”

Even without an erection, it was a monster cock that couldn’t be grasped with two hands. Even though he opened his jaw as wide as possible, he could barely manage to bite just the glans. Soon after, the sound of him arduously sucking on the wet, incredibly hot thing—slurp, slurp—began. Through the gap where Rochshan slightly lifted his buttocks, Kyle peeked at his master’s fellatio. As his head went down and came up, his lips stretched pointedly. One cheek, full of the glans, bulged out.

Rochshan hated showing his fellatio, claiming he looked ugly doing it. That was nonsense. The lowered golden eyelashes, the softly breathing nose, and the lips puckered over his front teeth—how pretty they were. Smooch. Kissing the small scrotum of Rochshan resting on the bridge of his nose, Kyle’s breath gradually grew heavier. Blood rushed rapidly to the blood vessels in his lower abdomen. At the sensation of his master’s tongue caressing his peripheral nerves, electricity shot all the way to his toes.

Before long, Rochshan’s chin was lifted high. It was because Kyle’s blood-engorged cock bulged and surged upward inside his mouth.

“Fuu… You can use your teeth, Rochshan.”

Because I like the sharp scrape. Rubbing the wrinkles of Rochshan’s anus, Kyle languidly tilted his head back and let out a breath.

“The wrinkles behind the corona. Scrape them with your front teeth. I like it there.”

It was an area densely packed with sensory cells. Even when passing the colon, he liked the feeling of it snagging and scraping there.

At that, Rochshan, who paused his head movements for a moment, slowly bared his teeth as requested. Even while grumbling, he was someone who did his absolute best during intercourse. Mph, mmm, slrrp… slurp. Swallowing the salty arousal fluid mixed with saliva, the blonde Count chewing on the wrinkles of the tip suddenly shook his buttocks. He scratched the tip of Kyle’s nose with his anus. It was a protest asking why he wasn’t sucking his.

“Ngh…!”

So he sucked it in one bite.

Startled by the strong suction, Kyle tightly grabbed the pelvis that tried to jerk upward sharply. Pressing his face closely to the perineum, he sucked—slurp, slurp, smack—on the Count’s finger-sized penis. Even roughly erect, it was only about that big.

If they measured their erect lengths against each other, there would be nearly a fourfold difference. The girth differed by nearly tenfold. Unlike Rochshan, who gripped Kyle’s dick with two hands and struggled to swallow the glans, Kyle had plenty of room in his mouth and swallowed even Rochshan’s twitching, spasming testicles all at once. Rolling the round egg sacs with his tongue and shoving the tip of his nose deep into the anus to passionately caress him, the inner thighs of Rochshan, who was enduring it on his knees face down, began to tremble violently as if struck by lightning.

“Hah, cough, st…!”

“Mmm, why. You don’t like me chewing on your foreskin like this? Should I peel it back with my tongue, or bite and pull it?”

He did not let go of the shuddering master. Requesting impressions in a hoarse voice, the slave sucked on the wrinkled foreskin of his master’s penis with puckered lips and pulled it long. At that, Rochshan tensed his waist to avoid being dragged along. Eventually, the blonde beauty, who hurriedly spat out Kyle’s cock from below, panted with slurred pronunciation because of the sticky pre-cum pooled under his tongue.

“Too hard, hic, no…! I’m gonna, gonna cum.”

“You’re a long way from shooting semen. It’s still soft.”

“Not that, pee, ugh… I drank too much wine…”

Even though you only had one glass. “It’s okay. I’ll drink it, so just pee.”

“…!”

“Because your piss tastes good.”

“Crazy, that’s ridiculous, stop right now, augh…!”

The ambush that knocked the Count over was swifter than his panicked movement to pull away.

“I mean it. Any fluid from you tastes good.”

Suddenly lying on their sides, they ended up in a position of sucking each other upside down. Unlike Rochshan, who repeatedly spat out his glans because he couldn’t breathe, Kyle persistently sucked and sucked the penis of Rochshan, who was trying to pull his waist back to escape. Seeing that it wasn’t getting stiff easily, it seemed he couldn’t get a proper erection perhaps because it was his fertile period.

Having no choice, he forcefully plunged three fingers at once into the gaping back hole. Unlike the soft penis, the inside of the hole was soaked and sticky. Pressing the outer perineum with his thumb, he scissored the inner flesh to locate the prostate. When he tapped the mucosa that had risen plumply from all the friction, lifting it up, an immediate reaction returned.

“Ah, it’s coming out… what do I, hah, it’s coming out…!”

Letting out a shrill scream, Rochshan’s waist thrashed wildly like a fish on a grill. Soon, Kyle’s Adam’s apple bobbed multiple times.

Gulp, gulp. The sound of swallowing struck his eardrums like thunder. Grasping Kyle’s crotch, tears welled in his rolled-back, beautiful eyes. He crumpled with shame. In the dizzying sense of liberation unique to urination that he could no longer hold back, Rochshan was practically out of his mind. Bewildered, his wet lips trembled violently.

Before long, the servant who had drunk all of his secretions cleaned the penis perfectly and spat it out. Smooch. With affection, he gave the short organ one long suck before letting it go. Kissing the shriveled scrotum of his master, who had shrunk in embarrassment, Kyle whispered languidly. He clearly looked satisfied, having quenched his thirst.

“Rochshan. There’s no need to be embarrassed. Because it wasn’t pee.”

“L-liar… Then what was it.”

The leftover nutrients used to build the womb. Thus, it was sticky and sweet. In short, Rochshan’s body was already undergoing various changes. For instance, the way he ate and excreted had completely changed. Because the womb could not be contaminated, he would only be able to urinate until his fertile period ended. In addition to that.

“It’s like the barren milk that comes from your chest.”

This, too, was a lie.

The nest, conquered by the dragon’s will that he would absolutely impregnate him, had already begun to leak thick, rich breast milk.

He hadn’t known how rich the taste would be. The moment the first drop of milk splashed onto his cheek, he had lost his reason. Kyle ended up ruthlessly sucking the engorged, red nipples for hours on end until Rochshan burst into tears.

“I told you men sometimes get like this too. It’s not as big of a deal as you think.”

My God.

Milk, breast milk is coming out.

To calm the panicking Rochshan, Kyle had presented a medical book he had prepared in advance. It was the latest publication. The author of the book, possessing progressive ideas, argued that males and females divided from a single cell. Therefore, females could suffer from male diseases, and males could suffer from female diseases, detailing various clinical cases. Among them were examples of men suffering from gynecomastia and galactorrhea. It was an incredibly convenient resource for Kyle in many ways.

‘Should we go get you examined?’

‘What? Are you crazy?’

‘If you don’t want to, we’ll have to treat it another way. I’ll suck it often until the milk ducts dry up. Me.’

In this brazen way, he acquired the right to drink his milk.

In reality, even if Rochshan was displeased with it, it wasn’t as if he had much of a choice. Rather than showing his fully developed, enlarged nipples to someone else, he would undoubtedly choose to be sucked from time to time by the slave he slept with. Because Kyle knew this well, he set the trap and coaxed him.

“Oh my. Your face is a mess.”

Sitting up, Kyle tidied the golden hair of Rochshan, who still had his face buried in Kyle’s crotch, drowning in the afterglow of urination.

His touch was gentle, but his lower half was not. He shoved the reddish glans back into the dazed lips, forcing the front teeth apart as he dug in. He immediately hit the rather hard roof of the mouth. Observing the whitish arousal fluid bubbling at the corners of the lips that were stretched so wide it was hard to breathe, he gently swayed his hips, rubbing the roof of the mouth. Even though he was only thrusting lightly, the sight of Rochshan blushing across the bridge of his nose and struggling was stimulating.

“Mph…”

“Is it too big?”

“Ugh, khh, mm…!”

“Does it smell?”

Of course it smelled. Was a cock not originally an organ that condensed pheromones? Even if washed twelve times a day, it inevitably exuded a provocative scent. Let alone a dragon’s cock. It radiated a bewitching fragrance magnificently. ‘It’s worse than perfume made of musk. It stings the nasal cavity.’ Enough that Rochshan, his forehead flushed red, would often scold him. ‘It makes me dizzy and nauseous.’ Yet, seeing how he frantically sucked it anyway, he clearly didn’t hate it completely.

“Does it not taste good.”

That shouldn’t be the case. A question mark floating above his head, Kyle tilted his head at an angle.

For a fertile nest to endure various physical changes, it had to regularly consume the dragon’s nectar, the source of that power. Therefore, it was bound to become addicted to the taste of dragon semen like daily bread. <The ministers were troubled because the King would bite the dragon’s nether regions at all hours of the day.> Wasn’t it even written in the forbidden book? That even the first king, who had shuddered so much in disgust, was actually a black dragon addict.

“Aha. You mean my fluids are overflowing and it’s hard to swallow.”

Cough…!

He must have thrust a bit too deep. As Rochshan choked and coughed, Kyle quickly pulled the glans back out. Inside and out of the lips gasping for breath, it was covered in thick arousal fluid. Kyle’s cum that he couldn’t swallow dripped steadily down his chin to his collarbone.

The flushed face, hazy and intoxicated by the taste and smell, evoked wicked imaginations. Observing the erotic beauty of his master, the slave’s exhaled breath grew steadily more languid. He pressed the dark-red erect organ against the cheek stained with physiological tears. It was longer than the face.

“Sorry.”

He made an excuse while rubbing the thick, long dick that covered half the face against the elegant ridge of the nose.

“What can I do when there’s so much liquid.”

“You fucking…”

“Sorry for spewing cum, I apologize.”

Rochshan’s hard palate had also been developed into an erogenous zone a long time ago. However, perhaps the excitement of fellatio and the agony of suffocation were separate matters, as he glared at him, his eyes wet and red with tears. Grinding his teeth with a ruined face, but, well. It only fueled the excitement further.

It makes me want to shove it in all at once until the corners of his mouth tear.

I want to bruise his forehead with my balls and brutally plunge down his esophagus until pubic hair gets stuck between his teeth. I want to see the outline of my dick bulge prominently against the surface of his deer-like, long neck. Even if my foreskin gets entirely scraped off by his fangs, I’d gladly endure it.

He concealed his ferocious desires behind a gentle touch.

Smooch. Kyle kissed him lightly, then grasped his master’s tiny penis, which had barely managed an erection after finishing urinating. Slipping his fingertips inside the tip of the foreskin, he gently rubbed the adorably hidden glans. At that thrilling stimulation, Rochshan’s buttocks jumped in surprise and twisted. His thighs parted, his sexual arousal heightened, and the curves of his pelvis trembled violently.

“Ah…!”

Smooch. Lowering his head to lick the tense lower abdomen, Kyle offered a secret invitation.

“Want to do it now?”

Smooch.

“Do you think you can do it?”

“Shut up… and just lie down, you son of a bitch.”

At that, Rochshan glared at him with teary, jewel-like eyes.

To fall for a provocation so easily.

Holding back a laugh born from finding him cute, Kyle lay back down, and Rochshan, struggling to calm his convulsing waist, crawled onto him. Kyle wiped the messy corners of his mouth with his tongue.

“Hah…”

Presently, the slave closed his eyes gently and sighed languidly. It was because Rochshan had plunged a thumb deeply into the slit of his glans. It was an intention to stir it around and secure space for insertion. It was an act made possible because Kyle’s dick hole was large in proportion to his penis size, and because he had offered it up frequently over time.

“Fuu, ngh.”

Status, wealth, power, and dazzling beauty and physique.

Rochshan Owin was a man who lacked nothing. If he wanted to, he could attend any ball and sweep any young lady or noblewoman off her feet. He could plunge his organ into a soft, hot cunt and grind his hips all night long. Yet, what was a man as outstanding as him doing right now?

He was struggling to wedge his tiny dick into the cock hole of a mere same-sex slave, not even a maid.

“Is it not working well? Shall I help you.”

“Stay, ngh, still.”

It was so slippery that it kept bouncing out.

Rochshan’s penis, slightly larger than a thumb, couldn’t fully retract its foreskin even after a full erection, so he had to manually pull the skin toward the base to expose the pinkish glans. He was trying with all his might to somehow shove the head, worn round like a small pebble, into Kyle’s urethral opening.

“Stop nodding your dick! Hold it steady.”

“As you command.”

“Good, lifting, mm, it’s going in, going… hnnng.”

He finally wedged it in tightly.

The two men let out a low groan simultaneously. Tilting their heads back, they shuddered at the inverted sensation. A moment later, extending his arms beside the face of Kyle lying on the carpet to support his upper body, Rochshan cautiously began to sway his hips. Afraid his tiny dick might slip out of Kyle’s urethral opening, his range of motion was shallow. Still, with his chin raised and eyes closed, he was quite absorbed in the sensation of insertion.

“Hah… Master, how is my dick hole?”

Spreading his thighs wide just as Rochshan usually did, Kyle whispered a question.

With one hand, he tightly gripped the base of his own cock to support it, helping Rochshan violate his semen hole more easily. Reaching out with his free hand to caress and stroke Rochshan’s prominent Adam’s apple, a short sigh steeped in pleasure followed.

“It’s, tight.”

The Count’s slightly roughened bass was decadent. It was the image of a man unceremoniously violating his lover. If the person he brought into the bedroom had been a woman, she would have been intimidated by his far superior beauty. Even the way he gently bit his lower lip and held back the urge to ejaculate was elegant and erotic.

It was past noon. In the sunlight filtering through the curtain-drawn window, even the peach fuzz on his attractively muscled forearms glittered gold. Basking in that languid warmth, two tall men threaded their fully erect organs together.

It was an obscenely explicit sight that was hard to keep one’s eyes open to, yet at a glance, it also looked perfect. Like the natural lovemaking of impossibly handsome men whom God had carefully crafted and intended to pair together since the dawn of time.

Who named it that? ‘Making love’. What a delicate expression to comfort the sexual frustration of someone castrated of their right to confess. There is no one in the world as crazy in love as I am, Rochshan.

The blood of Kyle Blackburn, screaming silently, boiled.

I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you… Even as a monster, I dare to love you. My heart rattled at first sight. I realized I was born to love you. I was born to die if I don’t receive your love.

Rochshan.

My nest.

My love.

My eternity.

Please love me. Please, take your heart out first and feed it to me. Save me. Let me live with you. Let me be your mate, your husband, the father of your children. Give birth to my young. Lots of them. Hold me every night. Tell me you like me because I’m handsome. Tell me you’re satisfied because my cock is big. Let me suck your milk while I pound your womb. I’ll do my absolute best raising the kids. Tell me you want to give birth to my children. Tell me only you can birth them. Tell me you want to marry me. Tell me you want to love me for the rest of your life, even in death. Say you love me.

Say you love me.

Please.

With desperate longing, he caressed Rochshan’s collarbone. The bone was straight. Hoping this bottomless feeling would transfer, he pressed his large hand against the white chest. Tracing the skin texture that had grown damp with sweat, he trailed down to the breast. The request that followed was terribly obscene.

“Master. Can I suck your breast nubs? May I. Will you allow it.”

Rochshan’s breasts grew even larger.

The areolas, pigmented in places due to developed milk glands, were quite swollen even to the naked eye. Countless milk ducts had formed, carving grooves into the bumpy surface of the nipples as if deeply gouged by fingernails. It was the crevice where milky-white breast milk pooled. Sure enough, the moment he gently squeezed the plump areola, a drop of milk that had seeped into the nipple fell—drip—onto Kyle’s lips. The stomach began to churn at the appetizing taste.

“Then, hah, were you not going to suck it? Suck it right now. Hurry up and drink it all until it’s gone… ngh.”

At the end of the command, the tip of his tongue curled. Ah, aht. Even the instinctive hip movements probing the urethral opening ceased, and the Count’s straight, broad shoulders trembled violently. Rochshan clenched his fists and panted. The sensation of his large breast nubs being pulled long into the slave’s lips attached to his chest like suction cups was thrilling. The bastard’s bite was incredibly fierce. He bit the areola whole and licked around with a broad tongue before sucking it down—slurp, slurp, smack, smooch, slrrp, shlck, smack, smack.

“Nngh…!”

It felt like his soul was being sucked out from his armpits. The thin stream of water that had been blocked for a long time burst and was sucked out by the adhering force. Caught between teeth and sucked—smack, smooch—he himself could feel the milk bursting out—spurt, spurt—from here and there on the nipple. It was an unfamiliar sensation that was hard to endure with a sane mind.

I definitely caught a weird disease because of this bastard.

I need to stop doing this shit immediately. Sex is not originally meant to be between people of the same sex. My body got weird because I kept secretly doing things I wasn’t supposed to do. In the end, I became a man who leaks breast milk. Damn it, I became a man getting his breast milk sucked. I should have known from the moment my nipples got too big.

“Aahk!”

“Mmm, a lot is coming out suddenly. Smooch, smack.”

“Ngh, hah, aah.”

“Getting your milk sucked feels good, doesn’t it, Rochshan.”

“It’s good. It’s so good. Suck harder. More, more…!”

However, reason based on worldly common sense simply crumbled easier than a flimsy sandcastle.

How can I stop when the back of my neck tingles from being sucked like this? I can’t stop. Addicted to sex with Kyle Blackburn and corrupted beyond salvation, Rochshan shook his head. His expression, walking a tightrope between soaring pleasure and guilt, contorted erotically.

The thoughts about the bastard stroking near his ribs and sucking his milk also rode the rapid current. The face of Kyle, so absorbed in sucking the breast nubs that his cheeks hollowed, was incredibly filthy and explicit. Just looking down at it aroused him, making his lower abdomen ache and his scrotum pull tautly. But at the same time, he wanted to scream until his eardrums burst.

“Ky, Kyle.”

Even draped in the most lowly clothes, the bastard was a man more outstanding than anyone else.

Rochshan was certain he had never seen anyone possessing such perfect features and vivid black color as Kyle Blackburn. Like groping in the dark and inevitably suffering an unexpected burn, his heart was stolen at first sight. Thus, he had voluntarily crawled into the iron cage where the bastard was confined without hesitation.

‘You can’t come out? That’s okay. I can just come into this darkness. Let’s play here.’

I will enter into you. You stay right there.

He could never forget the black eyes that burned darkly in the shadows the moment he whispered that. It was the day he had first visited the royal palace following his parents. The innocent blonde boy fell into a black swamp. Even now, he was unable to escape that swamp, remaining consumed by it.

“Kyle!”

I swear I had no intention of making him suck my milk.

From the beginning, I didn’t intend to force rank-based rape, telling him to hurry up and shove it into my hole.

Disregarding his status, the bastard’s perpetually arrogant nature anywhere and everywhere was Rochshan’s pride. He cherished that unbroken spirit and the self-esteem that looked down equally on everyone. Long ago, when Kyle was sold to the Owin family as a slave, the one who threw a fit and yelled at him when he refused the offer to unlock his chains and run far away was also him.

Don’t waste your life as a slave. Succeed and make a name for yourself so no one can look down on you. How about rescuing a princess who might be held captive somewhere? The King might bestow a title upon you. Plus, joining the royal family as a member. Have a wedding with the princess who fell for you, and quickly produce an heir…

No. I will absolutely never tolerate that.

“Augh, Kyle!”

“Yeah.”

“…”

He called out to him but his words cut off.

Reading the childish anxiety in the colorfully scattering eyes of his nest, Kyle smiled cunningly. However, he didn’t particularly want to comfort him. Even if it was cheap, he wanted to hear ‘words’ tinged with romantic affection, even indirectly. So hurry up and talk, Rochshan. Smooch. He kissed the red, swollen breasts holding his wishes.

The sweet smell of milk pierced his nose. It was undoubtedly a heart-wrenching scent. Rochshan’s body was changing because, unconsciously, he wished to have his young. He finally realized the truth that the highly difficult Dragon Speech of the creation series were manifested under the premise of an agreement with the party involved.

Your body is this honest. It desires me.

Kyle tickled the milk-pooled nipple with the tip of his tongue and asked back, pretending not to know.

“What is it, Rochshan.”

Down below, the hands gripping Rochshan’s buttocks were also busy. He inserted fingers from both hands into the hole, spreading it, and rubbed the trembling inner mucosa. Perhaps the relatively hot inner flesh felt chilly as the outside air brushed against it; the frozen Rochshan couldn’t readily resume his thrusting.

“Is my hole, ngh, narrow like your hole…?”

Then, he reluctantly brought up the main topic. Pounding him recklessly with four fingers at once and spreading it freely must have made him suddenly worried. Afraid that he might be loose and the sex wouldn’t be enjoyable.

“Are you asking if it clenches well?”

However, the roundabout way of speaking instantly became useless. At the disrespectfully explicit interpretation, Rochshan’s eyelids trembled violently. Uncultured bastard. The glare blazing with anger was enough to shoot the servant dead.

“Mmm. You must be sick of hearing it, but I’ll tell you again, Master. Your hole clings so tightly it always drives me crazy. The feeling of the soft inner flesh packing deeply full makes the back of my head feel like it’s exploding. You’re as wet as I am. Every time I thrust, it gets more and more slippery, so I simply cannot stop. And hitting the end of the soft barrier with my glans feels insanely good. Feels like my balls are going to burst. Then, when it slips all the way inside the colon, it feels so fucking good I lose my breath. Cum leaks out like pissing. Streaming out.”

“…Hmph.”

“When the semen pushed out to your hole gets sticky and stretches like rubber sap, it is truly erotic. Every time I push it all the way in and pull it out, seeing my cock turn white drives me crazy. If I do it a lot, the exhausted hole stretches like lips and the inner flesh often turns inside out, and every time I see the bloodshot mucosa…”

“Shut up and stop, enough!”

He couldn’t listen to it anymore. Unable to endure it, Rochshan clamped a hand over the babbling lips. His earlobes were burning red.

“Believe me, Rochshan. I am crazy for you.”

Crushed under the warm palm, Kyle whispered through his squished lips.

There is no bastard who desires you more than I do. Even if there were, there won’t be. Because I will kill them.

“I think about you all day long.”

“…”

As he whispered softly, Rochshan made a face as if stepping on glass shards fully aware of them. I understand. It must feel like setting a fire in the core and watching from the sidelines. Savoring Rochshan’s hurt face, Kyle licked the palm of his master’s hand viscously. He, too, was curious. When exactly this meaningless tug-of-war could finally end.

“Ah, you’re twitching. Do you want to cum?”

“What? Hey, ugh, wait, suddenly…!”

“I’ll squeeze it for you, so cum in my hole.”

To change the subject, he tightly gripped the upper part of his own dick where Rochshan’s was inserted. It felt like a blunt pencil lead was inside. He masturbated him like that, adjusting his pace. Unaccustomed to penetrative sex as the active partner, Rochshan couldn’t withstand the pressure applied to his peripheral nerves and his face melted. Ah, aah, what do I do, ah. He couldn’t even bring himself to pull his dick out, completely at a loss.

“I heard a new imitation female organ was developed. Supposedly for busy nobles who don’t even have time to visit brothels.”

Smooch. Kyle kissed the Adam’s apple trembling finely from the surging urge to ejaculate. The twitching of Rochshan’s briefly inserted penis was vividly felt through the vibrations of the urethra.

“Don’t play with things like that. If you want to fuck, call me. I’ll give it to you as much as you want.”

“Keuk…!”

There was already a precedent for this multiple times.

‘I lost my virginity, of course. How old am I.’

Sometime ago, a modest gathering of gentlemen was held at the Owin estate. The idle chatter shared among men was predictable. Politics, money, and sex.

‘I was indebted to a servant. I still am.’

Thinking Count Owin was referring to a maid, the gathered men burst into laughter. Immediately, a competition opened up where everyone boasted about their sex lives, asking if everyone hadn’t had similar experiences. Amidst those chattering at the top of their lungs, Kyle, who brought out a tray of snacks, stole a glance at the master of the house, and well. The answer came back with crossed long legs and a raised eyebrow. The Count, who had lost his virginity by using Kyle’s dick hole as a cunt against the wall just an hour prior, set down his wine glass and smiled arrogantly.

“Ky, Kyle… ngh…!”

Rochshan couldn’t hold out much longer and erupted. Having ejaculated frequently since the previous night, he had exhausted all his stamina and merely leaked watery semen. Panting, as he fell to the side, Kyle—this time gripping the connecting part so Rochshan’s soft dick wouldn’t slip out of his urethral opening—climbed on top in reverse.

“I’m going to cum too, okay?”

“What… ah, it’s hot, augh, why is there so much, stop…!”

“Huuuk…”

Compared to his, Kyle’s ejaculation was incomparably vigorous. Immediately after climaxing, a fierce stream of semen blasted onto Rochshan’s sensitized glans. It almost felt like being struck. Milky-white semen poured steadily from the slave’s grip clutching the thrashing crotch.

Soon after, having finished his subsequent emission, Kyle’s glans hole stickily spat out Rochshan’s penis. Gush. Another thick glob of cloudy semen poured over the tiny dick plastered like a cream pie.

“Damn it… mine used to be bigger when we were young…”

Physiological tears spread, making the color of his beautiful eyes even more vivid.

As part of the afterplay, they were slowly rubbing their wet dicks together. They were exactly like a pair of mating snakes. While gently rubbing their cocks in a kiss, Rochshan’s penis, hidden by Kyle’s equipment, wasn’t even visible. Fucking hell. Mine was definitely bigger. Just as he pressed his hot, flushed forehead and lamented, the slave who was sweetly sucking his milk let out a chuckle.

“How long ago was that.”

“I saw it clearly. When you fell and I pulled your pants down. It was the size of a fingernail.”

“In the royal palace? That’s because I didn’t know what a dick was used for back then. What’s the point of it being long when you’re only going to pee.”

The cock and balls seriously began to grow after he woke up in the middle of the night, saw Rochshan’s buttocks, and got his first erection. After he decided he had to impregnate him.

“Ah, so you thought, ‘Should I start growing my cock from now on?’ and it got this big?”

Correct. Dragon Speech generally work like that. Hah. Against the lips that dismissed it as nonsense and refused to believe, Kyle pressed his smelly glans. Smooch. Getting kissed by a cock made him shudder in disgust.

“What. What do you want me to do.”

“Suck it.”

Kneeling on his thick thighs, he made the request a bit more politely toward the appalled face.

“It doesn’t feel completely empty. It feels like what you shot is pooled around here. Please suck it out.”

“…”

You ejaculated into my urethra. As Kyle pointed near the base of his penis, Rochshan scowled, clearly reluctant. However, Count Rochshan Owin was a rare noble who knew how to take responsibility. Since he had violated the slave’s semen passageway, if the slave complained of discomfort from it, it was only proper to clean up the aftermath. Letting out a sigh, he snatched the begging glans. Like drinking a thick beverage through a straw, he arduously sucked—slurp, slurp, smack—making vulgar noises. Rolling his tongue like a cigar to lick the twitching hole made Kyle’s tightly woven abdominal muscles flex powerfully. The lower abdomen, covered in lush pubic hair, also became as hard as a rock.

“Hah… Rochshan.”

“Uugh.”

The remaining semen was drawn out along the urethra, which was as long as the penis itself. There was a different kind of pleasure in being sucked out compared to spewing it. Exhaling a hot breath in satisfaction, Kyle rubbed the Count’s furrowed brow smooth and stood up. With semen broth dripping—drip, drip—from his dangling cock, he looked for a towel. It was the result of a long-ingrained habit of washing and wiping his master.

“If you’re worried about your hole’s elasticity, go easy on the prostate masturbation.”

“What? Don’t make me laugh. Do what? Lecturing me on what you know…”

Sitting on the carpet wiping his wet mouth with the back of his hand, the Count jolted in surprise.

“Hey!”

“There really are a lot of types, aren’t there?”

“This is driving me crazy. How did you know about those?!”

Because I always hid in the closet and watched you jerk your ass off with these. Regardless, he deliberately kept quiet about that inner detail. Kyle draped the towel over his shoulder and leaned crookedly against the fireplace. Since it’s darkest under the lamp, he removed the covers of the display liquors above the fireplace—items so terrifyingly expensive the servants wouldn’t dare dream of touching them—one by one. Miraculously, instead of liquor bottles, various masturbation toys revealed themselves. Ones with bumps, ones depicting even the wrinkles, transparent ones… They were even neatly organized by size.

“The biggest one is missing.”

So you took it. Did you use it well while sleeping out?

Asked with a smile, the flustered Rochshan’s cheeks burned bright red.

“Even that was smaller than my equipment, though.”

Rochshan’s first prostate masturbation toy was a paperweight. After mastering various stationery items like that, he favored ingredients pilfered from the kitchen. Then, after a year passed, he began secretly purchasing specialized oils and imitation organs to shove into his back hole.

‘Kyle, ngh, your cock is too big…’

He used to masturbate in the closet alongside the imaginary Kyle in his head strangling him to death.

Fuck, my real cock is way bigger, Rochshan. With his pants and underwear hooked around his ankles, Kyle used to grind his teeth glaring at the flinching buttocks through the crack in the closet. I’ll become longer, thicker, and harder than that piece of trash. He spammed Dragon Speech wildly. That wasn’t all. Kyle’s physical appearance also grew exactly to Rochshan’s tastes by referencing them. Even the bushy pubic hair and calves two spans longer than others were tailored to his preferences. In other words, he truly grew up doing his absolute best to be loved.

You shouldn’t play with these things when you have me.

It hurts my feelings.

“Alright. Shall we test it with this.”

“Wh-what.”

“Elasticity. Trying to check if it’s gotten loose.”

“…!”

Next to the imitation organs, he pulled out a well-dried flower stem from a similarly expensive porcelain vase.

It was thin and easily snapped. Snapping the top part of the flower stem as a demonstration, Kyle approached and grabbed the knees of the resisting Rochshan, forcing them apart. After wiping the messy crotch well, he split the buttocks that were tense with ominous premonition. The hole, deformed into a vertical oval from excessively frequent sex, was clearly visible.

“It does resemble a cunt more than an anus.”

The plumply developed surrounding wrinkled mucosa looked like a vulva. Pressing his thumb firmly into the hole and pulling it away drew out a long string of arousal fluid it had secreted on its own. Entranced by the extreme obscenity, his head followed down. Smooch. Smack, smooch. Kissing the twitching hole caused the surrounding muscles to contract tightly. When he dug his tongue into the hot inside where heat pooled and licked, hiik, the waist shot up, breath caught in his throat. Swallowing the sweet arousal fluid and pulling his head back, Kyle stabbed the dry flower stem into the spot where he had withdrawn his tongue.

“Snap it, Rochshan.”

“Hnnng…”

“Using only your hole.”

“I don’t want to, I can’t…”

“Don’t you want to put this in?”

Toward the stubbornly resisting master, he proudly flicked his own cock—thwack, thwack. The heavy pillar struck high above his navel and bobbed like a bouncing spring.

“Since you’re so worried, you can’t just put it in recklessly.”

“…!”

“Show me you can snap it, and I’ll put it in.”

Unable to scream that he didn’t need such a thing and to fuck right off, frustrated tears flowed to his temples. Veins bulged on the elegant neck of the Count who was grinding his teeth, and milk gathered like dew on the thoroughly provoked nipples. Humiliatingly, he raised his knees and put strength into his toes. Power entered his core until his lower abdomen flattened, and the bottom of his buttocks lifted off the floor. Kyle held his breath, watching the flower stem twitching where it was plugged into Rochshan’s secret place.

“Keuk…”

The wrinkles of the hole arduously caved inward. It shut tight as if pulled and tightened by a drawstring. He squeezed so hard even his testicles shriveled. Chewed by the hole like that, the flower stem trembled until, at a certain moment, snap, it broke.

“Good job, Master.”

“Hnghk, fucking hell, seriously…”

“So from now on, no worrying about your grip. I’m telling you I’m crazy for it, so why do you keep doing this.”

Laughing lowly, Kyle covered the lips about to hurl curses with his own. Carefully removing the flower stem left inside, he aimed his glans at the spot and pushed forward. He was sucked in dizzily. The hotly wet mucosa parted and the wrinkles crushed together. Advancing while intentionally scraping the prostate hard made Rochshan’s knees snap shut instantly. No, spread them. He couldn’t beat Kyle in strength. Eventually, it became a position where he hugged the bastard with his legs. Baring his nails at the sensation of his inner flesh splitting wide, Rochshan thrashed about.

“How far… are you trying to go in, ah.”

To the womb, obviously.

“We did it all night. It’s still soft, so it goes in easily.”

Kissing the dry-heaving lips—smooch—he slightly twisted and lifted the flawless waist.

He counted the number of prominent ribs with his fingertips. Smooch, smack. Licking the armpit, he pounded into the intestines—thud, thud, thud. He hollowed him out with long thrusts—squish, squish—until the end of the barrier he hit quickly spasmed, then changed the angle. Soon, the head of his cock caught on the familiar narrow entrance. Pushing forcefully through the colon, he reached even further inside to the cervix. When he rounded out the helplessly gaping womb, a startled Rochshan hurriedly grabbed Kyle’s forearm.

“There, ngh, it feels weird…!”

“It’s not weird. It’s okay. It’s just because I shoved deeper than usual.”

“Ah, euugh, I hate, ah, ah, hnnng!”

“Hah… Rochshan.”

Under the blunt, crashing thrusts, Rochshan’s pelvis creaked. At the sensation of an unimaginable deep inside being hollowed out and his bottom feeling like it would fall out, the Count’s head fell backward. Blinking his rolled-back eyes and moaning helplessly, he was on the verge of running out of breath. Dying, no, I feel like dying… Stop! Sobbing, he pushed wildly at the chest of the slave crushing him, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Rochshan.”

I love you.

“Huuuk, Rochshan.”

I love you.

“Hic, euugh, ah, aht, ah…!”

“Rochshan.”

I love you.

He couldn’t count the number of times he confessed in his heart.

The insertion of their intercourse was so deep that Rochshan’s penis was completely buried in Kyle’s pubic hair. Touching it, diluted semen rubbed off. Hoo. Did you cum from rubbing against my pubic hair? Filled with pride, he rubbed his bulging, thrashing balls wildly against the tailbone. He realized it when a sticky sound bloomed in response. Ah, my. My balls are already covered in cum too. The face of the dragon, smiling silently while bearing his teeth as he looked down at the dazed nest, was incredibly sinister.

Lowering his body, he hugged the nest fiercely.

He semi-forcibly pried open the lips that were trying to fall asleep from exhaustion and engaged in fellatio, mixing their tongues. Drinking his fill of the sweet milk, he endlessly moved in and out of the grabbed and spread asshole. Whenever he pulled out the massive glans, the hole would stretch stickily along with it. The foreskin of his cock, slipping in and out of the wrinkles thoroughly soaked in semen foam, was bumpy and uneven. Driven by excitement, the traits of a dragon had manifested.

“Rochshan.”

I love you.

The blood in his entire body boiled like lava. The sound of it sweeping through his blood vessels was so loud he could barely hear anything else. Sighing, the dragon folded its wings and lay its body down on the nest. His thoughts drifted back to the distant past. Perhaps the black dragon also failed to hear the screams of his nest because of this very sound. Blindly loving without realizing he was deaf, he probably thought love would be returned.

Stupid bastard.

Sneering, Kyle hugged Rochshan tightly enough to crush him.