Chapter 6

When Lucian opened his eyes again, the night was already deep.

Outside the window lay a silence so profound that not even a breath could be heard, broken only by the occasional, distant hum of cicadas drifting past his ear.

Lying in bed with a dazed mind, Lucian blinked slowly. In sharp contrast to his foggy head, the vivid heat surging between his legs was so intense it was impossible to ignore.

A thin layer of clammy sweat beaded across his entire body. His soft buttocks in particular were drenched and burning hot, as if they had just been hauled out after being submerged in water.

Something was stuffed inside his cleft. A heavy, swollen fullness weighed upon him, stifling yet vividly searing. Propping himself up on his elbows with great effort, Lucian slowly peered down at his groin.

His cock remained half-erect. From its tip, thin, milky pre-cum pooled viscous and wept out drop by drop. Enduring the discomfort, Lucian pushed his shaft aside.

Beneath it, his clitoris protruded prominently beyond the labia.

Standing so tall and swollen, it looked almost like a second, miniature phallus. Stripped of the labia’s sheltering fold, the mucus coating its surface had half-dried, leaving a tight, taut pulling sensation.

Whenever a faint draft of late-night air brushed across it, the tiny nodule twitched and shuddered with fine, convulsive tremors.

“Ngh… heu-ung…” Lucian groaned in his sleep, his brow knotting in torment as his hips shifted restlessly.

Lucian pressed his thighs tight together, biting his lip against the rushing tide of sensation.

From the hair-thin puncture marks left in his clitoris, an unbearable itch began to flare.

With tears welling in his eyes, Lucian wet a fingertip with his tongue and gingerly dabbed at the bud. Yet the insidious itch coiling around the clitoris would not subside with mere taps. Pinching the pearl with trembling care, he gave it a gentle tug. The clitoris twitched in response, and after barely a couple of tugs, his entire frame shuddered.

His cleft began to cinch closed again. The foreign mass filling its interior was painfully distinct. Without hesitation, Lucian reached down and pushed his fingers into the opening, cautiously angling his hand to extract the foreign object lodged inside.

But because the tailors had shoved the undergarment deliberate and deep, Lucian could not reach it no matter how he wriggled his fingers inside. Pitifully, his lower belly distended into a heavy, swollen ache; even the thick fluids produced by his recent arousal remained trapped behind the plug, unable to discharge anywhere.

“Ngh… heu…” Lucian whimpered, hot tears pooling in the corners of his eyes. “My stomach… ngh, it’s so bloated… it hurts…!”

Lucian could think of nothing else except digging his fingers deeper. Before he knew it, he had bunched all five fingers into a tapered beak, thrusting and probing into his dripping passage.

“Heu-aht!” A sharp cry tore from Lucian’s lips as the wedge of his fingers forced the weeping entrance wider.

Digging inward, his fingers pushed farther and farther until the widest knuckles of his fist caught at the rim. At that threshold, his opening hitched and clenched tight, straining against the intrusion.

Panting raggedly, Lucian squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lower lip hard. Then, summoning every ounce of strength in his body, he shoved forward with a decisive heave. In an instant, his entire fist was swallowed into his passage with a deep, squelching slide.

“Ha, haa-aah…” Lucian cried out, his spine bowing in shock. “Cunt… this slut cunt is going to tear…!”

His tear-choked voice fractured into incoherent whimpers. Yet even as he gasped for air, he never forgot his sole objective—to drag out the garment lodged inside.

Lucian cautiously shifted his hand inside the canal. But as he fumbled along the interior to pry the passage wider, his knuckles brushed against an exquisitely sensitive spot deep within.

“Hic…!” A choked cry ripped from Lucian’s throat as a violent jolt shot up his spine.

His body convulsed in an instant spasm. The inner walls seized in violent, rhythmic contractions, throbbing around his hand; the more they clamped, the more suffocating the pressure grew, turning the agony even more unbearable.

As he slowly uncurled his fist, his passage stretched wide, flattening every folded pleat of flesh. Lucian’s open palm twisted in a slow, grinding rotation against the interior.

Each sweep smeared sticky friction across the lining, relentlessly buffing every raw, heightened node of nerves.

An insidious itch bored through the clitoris, setting it abuzz with numbing prickles, while his nipples began to tingle and flush with heat. Even his cock throbbed, twitching with sharp pulses. With every erogenous zone ablaze at once, Lucian sank deeper and deeper into a mire of feverish arousal.

“Ugh… heu-aht…” Lucian pleaded into the empty bedchamber, thrashing among the disordered covers. “Someone… someone help me… it’s too… haa, it hurts…!”

With his free, trembling hand, Lucian seized his clitoris and rubbed it with frantic roughness. Pounding pressure into its root with his fingers, he engorged it with rushing blood until the pearl swelled harder, larger, and fiercer with heat.

Breathless, he squeezed with bruising force. Then, dragging his thumbnail straight down the exposed bud, he scraped into it. With every violent scratch, his entire frame whipped and bucked in convulsions.

“Hic… eu-ught…!” Lucian choked out, his heels hammering frantically against the mattress.

His body jolted and shuddered again and again, yet his nail did not cease its self-mutilating assault on his clitoris. Had he not done so, he could never have endured the hideous itching and the boiling fever running rampant through his nerves.

In the meantime, the palm burrowed inside his passage finally grazed the fabric. Saturated with the secretions seeping from within and the fluids pumped into him earlier, the drenched cloth was slick, repeatedly slipping past his groping fingers.

Gritting his teeth, Lucian stretched his fingers farther. When he still could not secure a grip, he shoved his hand deeper still. The moment his palm firmly caught the wad of cloth, he held his breath and slowly curled his fingers into a fist.

Clamping down tight, he began to haul the sodden cloth outward, inch by excruciating inch.

Every time the rough ridges of his knuckles dragged against the sensitized, burning canal walls, Lucian’s breathing hitched in ragged gasps.

“Hic, heu-eung!” Lucian whimpered, his back arching off the sheets as a fresh shiver wracked his limbs.

The instant the cloth tore completely free, Lucian’s body shuddered violently as semen burst from his cock in thick, heaving spurts. From his cleft, the dammed-up secretions and semen gushed forth all at once, cascading over the sheets like a breached reservoir.

Even his female urethral opening quivered, forcing out spurts of urine that leaked past the blocking needle in stubborn, spurting trickles.

Drooling, Lucian’s eyes rolled back in a glassy stupor. His breath broke into shallow gasps, his limbs slumping limp and boneless. Yet even then, his other hand could not release his ever-swelling clitoris, continuing to tug and grind against the inflamed bud.

Before long, his lewd passage began to pucker and gap in twitching spasms, as if seized by a renewed hunger. At first, Lucian tried to avert his mind with tear-filled eyes, but he could not withstand the gnawing hollow inside him.

In the end, he shoved his trembling hand back inside, roughly pumping it in and out of his weeping cleft.

“Ugh… uuugh, no…” Lucian sobbed in frustration, thrusting his arm as deep as it would reach. “My hand is too short… it itches so deep inside… ha, haa… heu-uk…!”

Lucian reached out, fumbling until his fingers closed around the scepter resting against his headboard. Mounted atop it was a jewel the size of a goose egg, encircled by hundreds of smaller gems that glittered in the dark.

Even as tears rolled steadily down his cheeks, his shaking hands shoved the pommel of the scepter straight into his cleft.

“Heu-aht!” A sharp cry tore from Lucian’s throat as the cold, jeweled metal parted his folds.

As the hard finial wedged through his forcibly parted folds, his frame jolted. Yet the fever did not abate. If anything, it flared hotter still, the muscular walls clamping down in seizing spasms.

“Ngh… deeper, go deeper…” Lucian pleaded with his own desperate hands, bearing down on the golden rod. “It itches so much inside…!”

Panting incoherently, Lucian pushed the scepter in his grip farther inside, inch by inch. His fully stretched passage yielded around it in a weeping, gaping slide, the faceted ridges of the encrusted jewels scraping ruthlessly along his sensitive lining.

Beneath that stimulation, the internal walls writhed in fluttering tremors. As if determined not to let a single facet escape, the passage squeezed tight around every surface, grinding against the gems of its own accord.

“Aa-aht!” Lucian cried out, his hips jerking uncontrollably against the heavy rod.

A short, piercing shriek tore from his throat. The scepter in Lucian’s hands had struck hard against the cervix nestled deep within. The tender mouth was exquisitely sensitive; the instant it made contact, his body bucked as if struck by lightning.

“Heu-aht…!” Lucian wept, convulsing as white-hot stars burst behind his closed eyelids.

His hips heaved in a sudden jolt, and in the same heartbeat, a squirt of fluid burst from below.

The sensation of bruising pressure rammed against his cervix was so electrifying he could not stop.

Exactly as conditioned by the tailors’ hypnosis, the slut cunt that could not live without a man’s cock panted for harsher torment, clamping down in insatiable craving.

Gripping the scepter with both hands, Lucian put his full weight behind it and rammed it harder against his cervix.

Under the relentless battering, the cervix swelled into a crimson, protruding ring, making it all the easier for the scepter’s head to bore into the opening.

Time and again the inner walls shuddered, endlessly spilling fluids and urine without restraint. With every convulsion, all strength drained from his limbs, leaving him swaying and limp.

Unable to endure any longer, Lucian exhausted the last of his strength and lost consciousness once more.