Chapter 31

“What… hnng… do you mean by that…?”

Grondil’s voice, warning of deep trouble, sounded undeniably, terrifyingly elated. Thrashing his head from side to side until he was practically burying his face in the sheets to endure the overwhelming pleasure, Lino violently chewed his lip and forced himself to look at the Duke. He felt a desperate, primal need to understand why the man’s terrifying words were delivered in such a joyous tone.

His vision swam, Grondil’s face warping and blurring through the thick pool of tears. Lino weakly blinked his heavy eyelids, sending the droplets spilling down his cheeks. The cool trails of moisture offered a fleeting, pathetic sliver of relief to his flushed, burning skin.

“…”

As his vision finally sharpened, he was met with Grondil wearing an expression of absolute, terrifying satisfaction. Clearly experiencing immense pleasure from Lino’s incredibly tight interior, the Duke’s brow and the bridge of his nose were scrunched in deep concentration. Sweat slicked his hair to his forehead, his cheeks flushed and damp.

“Hah, this feels amazing… You might be in trouble, but it feels so good I don’t know what to do.”

A flushed, wet tongue darted out, licking between Lino’s lips—which were swollen and bruised crimson from his desperate chewing. The swollen flesh gleamed obscenely, slick with saliva. Deep, guttural groans of pleasure sank heavily into the air, saturating the bedroom with a thick, erotic humidity.

Suddenly, a heavy, resounding Thump! slammed into Lino’s eardrums. It wasn’t a single strike; it continued, a rapid, erratic Thump, thump—thump! echoing loudly.

What is that?

It wasn’t an external noise. The massive, thunderous beating was originating entirely from within Lino’s own chest. It was his heart.

“Nngh! Aaah. Haaaah!”

Lino’s toes suddenly violently curled inward, kicking uselessly against the sheets. His thighs locked with tension, his hips bucking wildly off the mattress before violently twisting in mid-air.

“Kuh.”

As if the impossibly tight grip wasn’t already causing a dull ache during each thrust, the internal walls suddenly began thrashing and constricting with enough force to practically sever him. Grondil leaked a strained groan. The muscles in his jaw locked, thick veins bulging visibly against his skin.

“Hk, aah! Nnng. Hnnng!”

Arching his back with a violent twist, Lino’s cock erupted, violently ejaculating right into Grondil’s waiting palm. Given Lino’s frantic, desperate reaction and the fact that Grondil’s hand had completely stopped moving, the climax was entirely triggered by the internal stimulation, not a handjob.

Smearing the copious handful of semen directly over Lino’s fiercely trembling thighs and stomach, Grondil began thrusting with brutal, blinding speed. The sheer, violent force of Lino’s climaxing contractions nearly shattered Grondil’s iron-clad control, tempting him to lose his mind entirely and bury himself to the very root.

I can’t just shove it all the way in before he’s properly broken in.

It would be a tragedy to send his prey directly to the afterlife before he could properly enjoy the feast.

Still, since I’m already this deep, a few more thrusts should be enough to finish.

The hand that had been lazily painting Lino’s abdomen with semen suddenly pressed down viciously on the hollow space just beneath the navel, simultaneously driving his cock deep into Lino’s core.

“Aaaah!”

Denied even a second to bask in the afterglow of his climax, Lino tore a breathless scream from his throat as Grondil’s cock violently ravaged him. The massive shaft ruthlessly plowing through his internal walls bulged visibly beneath Lino’s taut stomach skin, proudly asserting its terrifying presence. Deeply satisfied by the obscene visual of his own cock pressing against the thin flesh, Grondil pressed down on the abdomen even harder.

Crushed by the agonizing pressure of the violently spasming internal walls, a thick, viscous fluid began leaking steadily from Grondil’s glans. The unmistakable harbinger of climax.

Lino gasped and choked, utterly incapable of drawing a proper breath. The crushing pressure was entirely localized to his lower abdomen, yet it felt as though his windpipe was being actively strangled. The walls that had previously been dry enough to tear were now noticeably, sickeningly slick. A wave of profound horror washed over him.

No one had to tell him what was currently soaking his insides; his primal instincts recognized it instantly. Grondil’s semen was flooding his core.

He knew intellectually that being fucked by a man would inevitably lead to this exact outcome. However, anticipating it in theory and physically experiencing the violation in practice were two entirely, terrifyingly different realities.

“It’s… t-too much… Ugh! Hnng, hk! Haaht, nng, ugh!”

His tongue went completely slack, his words slurring into incomprehensible whines. It felt as though someone had cracked open his skull and poured boiling soup directly over his brain. I wish it really would just melt. Unfortunately, his perfectly functioning brain ruthlessly transmitted every single micro-sensation of overwhelming ecstasy to the very tips of his trembling nerves.

“S-Stop! I feel like I’m going to burst… Hk, ah! Ack! Aaaah!!”

Thrashing his head wildly from side to side in pure, unadulterated delirium, Lino’s cock violently expelled another gush of clear fluid. A pathetic mixture of leftover semen and unidentifiable bodily fluids trickled weakly down his shaft.

And, much like the exhausted fluids leaking from his body, Lino’s entire frame suddenly went completely limp, collapsing lifelessly against the mattress.

“…Sir Cliff?”

Feeling the internal walls—which had been clenching hard enough to snap him in half—suddenly completely slacken, Grondil clicked his tongue. Confirming Lino had indeed passed out from sheer sensory overload, he seized the unconscious man’s hips—while remaining fully buried inside him—and dragged him closer.

“Well, I suppose it can’t be helped.”

For a first-timer, enduring this much of his size for this long was genuinely impressive. Despite the annoyed click of his tongue, the Duke knew he should probably be praising the man for his resilience.

Locking his hands around Lino’s hips, he resumed his brutal thrusting. With the prey unconscious, the penetration became significantly smoother. Yet, every single time his massive glans scraped against that tiny, deeply hidden sweet spot, Lino’s internal walls and entrance reflexively, obediently clamped down and swallowed Grondil’s cock with terrifying perfection.

“Hah, haah…”

His grip on Lino’s hips tightened brutally. The precum that had been steadily leaking finally erupted into a torrential flood. The lower abdomen, which had been rising and falling with every violent thrust, now bulged prominently, visibly filling with Grondil’s copious seed. The sheer volume of the Duke’s ejaculation was staggering, defying the physical limits of any normal human. Thick, opaque fluid began overflowing, oozing obscenely from the impossibly tight juncture where their bodies were locked together.

“Khhk.“

Driving his cock just a fraction deeper, Grondil viciously squeezed out every last drop of his essence. That’s enough. I absolutely cannot push it in any further. He muttered the strict boundary to himself, a dire warning against his own violent urges. He desperately wanted to bury himself to the very hilt, to drive in so deep that his coarse pubic hair left permanent, bruising imprints on Lino’s soft, pale thighs. But he forced himself to hold back.

This was a truly, exceptionally rare find. Initially, he had dismissed him as just another utterly unremarkable human, entirely unworthy of a second glance. Yet, after just one brief, intoxicating taste, he found himself utterly unwilling to ever let him go.

“It seems… I really am in deep trouble.”

Earlier, it had been a mocking warning directed entirely at Lino. Now, he had the sinking suspicion the statement applied equally to himself.

“…”

He stared down at Lino’s completely unconscious hole, which was still greedily, perfectly clenching around his cock. It hadn’t been an entirely flawless sexual encounter, but he had thoroughly enjoyed it. Having finished his climax, the logical next step was to pull out. Yet… he really, really didn’t want to.

Their skin was plastered together, slick and sticky with sweat and bodily fluids, yet the sensation wasn’t remotely repulsive. Given his notoriously fastidious nature and absolute abhorrence for filth, he knew perfectly well that Lino’s near hairless body wasn’t the sole reason he was currently tolerating the mess.

“Hmm.”

Instead of extracting his cock, he reached out, pulling Lino’s limp, unconscious arm and hauling the man entirely into his embrace. He laid down on the bed, pulling Lino’s body on top of his own, and began gently patting the knight’s back. The skin, which had been simmering with a mild fever earlier, had already cooled to a soft, comfortable chill. Thoroughly enjoying the smooth texture, he stroked the broad back repeatedly before finally reaching out, dragging the violently crumpled blanket over Lino to cover him.

Even in the dead of summer, the nights in the northern Zetina Kingdom were notoriously chilly. The memory of Yuneria endlessly nagging that falling asleep completely naked without a blanket would guarantee a cold suddenly surfaced in his mind.

“A cold, huh.”

Brushing his fingers through Lino’s damp hair, Grondil let out a soft, genuine laugh. Despite practically dying from a severe flu himself, the idiot had looked so incredibly, genuinely guilty when Grondil—who was obviously perfectly healthy—claimed he had caught a cold. Watching Lino frantically panic over having allegedly infected him, Grondil had simply thought the man was a gullible idiot.

Reevaluating the situation now, ‘idiot’ seemed inaccurate. He was just painfully naive. Was this sudden shift in perspective because they had slept together? Or perhaps the complete absence of that endlessly grating Yuneria had temporarily softened his worldview?

Well… I suppose I’ll just have to dig a little deeper to find out.

Lino Cliff.

Arno Neu Haklan.

He murmured the two names quietly. One had become surprisingly familiar after saying it a few times, while the other—a name he had discovered during a background check but promptly forgot due to sheer apathy—felt strange on his tongue.

The terrified little fledgling currently asleep in his arms carried two distinct names. He didn’t even need to ask to know which one was real. ‘Lino Cliff’ might very well be an alias, but there was absolutely no chance the man would ever claim ‘Arno Neu Haklan’ as his true identity.

For someone with such an innocent face, you certainly harbor some dark secrets.

The bizarre rumor that Baron Haklan had suddenly adopted an orphan as his second son had caused quite a stir—enough of an issue that whispers of it had even breached the borders of Grondil’s own country, a place entirely severed from the human world.

The Haklan Barony had researched ancient theology for generations, hadn’t they? The older brother was supposedly fluent in ancient languages. What possible reason could they have for going out of their way to adopt a second son… Ah, was it because of his divine power?

Cross-referencing the information he already possessed with the new details unearthed from his background check on Lino Cliff, Grondil sank deep into thought.

[END of VOLUME 1]