Side Story 2

Side Story 2: Mastitis

“Ah.”

It was a sudden moan.

On a rare evening spent indoors, Rochshan, who had been leaning against the headboard flipping through documents related to luxury goods trade, abruptly hunched his upper body and crinkled his nose.

“Where does it hurt?”

At that moment, the blanket beside him peaked sharply, reacting nimbly to the Count’s groan.

Immediately, disheveled black hair revealed itself. It was the slave, Kyle Blackburn, who had fallen into a light sleep while lying face down, wrapping his arms around Rochshan’s swollen belly. No, wait—he was now the former slave and current freeman, Kyle Blackburn. Regardless, he was the Count’s man and the biological father of a noble young lady. Nagged by the King about how much longer he planned to drag the man around by an invisible leash, Count Rochshan had finally, albeit reluctantly and with a pout, signed his freeman papers.

“Your chest?”

“It’s nothing. More importantly, aren’t you going to give that back?”

The blonde Count reached out to retrieve the documents Kyle had snatched away. Naturally, Kyle’s bare arm drew a further arc away. In the distance, the middle finger of his left hand glinted. Instead of a collar around his neck, a signet ring proving he was a member of the Owin family was slipped onto his finger.

The Count’s Man.

That was Kyle Blackburn’s moniker within the royal court. He was the subject of rumors claiming he had beaten a bull to death with his bare hands. He was a tall man with a physique that looked like he knew how to throw a punch, possessing a cold impression akin to the flat edge of a blade. Yet, the place Kyle actually frequented was the Royal Civil Engineering and Construction Agency.

Indeed. He had finally attained the official title of ‘Construction Blueprint Inspection Manager’ and was receiving a state stipend. The mockery that he was an illiterate who got his position through noble connections vanished completely in just half a month. Is he a human automatic calculator? The ‘number ghost,’ who was now receiving outcries from architects—who were flabbergasted by the sudden, multifold acceleration of the site schedules—to please process things a bit slower, was on a forced day off today.

“Workaholic.”

The civil servant, whose eyelids were shadowed by lingering sleep, clicked his tongue. The man, who now proudly occupied the seat beside Rochshan Owin even at official functions, tossed the documents in his hand far away. Then, he swiftly pulled open and stripped off his irritated partner’s gown. Immediately, plump, fully developed breasts were revealed. Even at a glance, the nipples were stiff and the areolas were swollen hard with lumps, looking incredibly painful.

“Your breasts are this swollen and engorged, what work do you think you’re doing?”

He was pregnant with their second child and nearing full term.

When he was pregnant with their first child, Adel, his milk had come in early, so he hadn’t known this kind of suffering. Yet, with the second child—which others claimed would have easier milk ducts—Rochshan began to suffer from severe mastitis. Therefore, his milk needed to be suckled more frequently than during his first pregnancy to constantly clear the milk ducts. However, because Rochshan threw himself into his work even more busily than back then, despite his swollen belly, the opportunities to relieve his engorged chest had significantly decreased.

And this was the result.

Even though Kyle had sucked out a fair amount while they had sex in broad daylight, it must have been woefully insufficient, as his chest had engorged again.

Dammit. Even if he pushed me away saying he hated it, I should have clung to him and sucked it all out. Kyle was entirely displeased that Rochshan was throwing himself into his work, crazy for money, just like his half-brother, the King. He furrowed his brow heavily.

“Once the second one is born, things will be chaotic for a while,” Rochshan argued. “I need to earn as much as I can before then.” Yet, he must have been utterly exhausted. Having given up on squabbling with Kyle, Rochshan slumped against the plush pillows, a faint dry patch of skin forming around his mouth.

“Are you afraid we’ll starve to death?”

“Hmph. As if you’d know how it feels to have a civil servant husband with a meager salary.”

Husband. It was as if a thick tail was wagging behind Kyle Blackburn. The exhausted Rochshan let out a soft chuckle. What an easy guy.

“So, how much do you need?” Kyle asked.

“Money? Why, the more, the better.”

“Would the wealth piled up in Philip’s vault be enough?”

“Ah, I’d have no other wishes if I could just swim in that mountain of gold coins.”

Recalling the rumor that King Philip, the wealthiest man in the nation, went for a swim in his vault every morning, Rochshan giggled. With that kind of money, I could build our Adel a new castle. Giggling at the satisfying fantasy, he suddenly put on a serious face.

“I’ll kill you if you steal it.”

Kyle Blackburn, who was nominally a salaried worker but had not settled into the mindset of one whatsoever, narrowed his eyes. He had been hit right on the mark.

“…What if I borrow it?”

“We as a society have agreed that borrowing without the owner’s knowledge is called stealing. Forget it! I absolutely loathe getting tangled up with that miser and giving him leverage… Ah, ngh…”

Attempting to issue another stern warning, Rochshan bit down hard on his lower lip. A teardrop even formed in his eye. The pain was immense, even though Kyle had merely gathered and squeezed one of his areolas slightly. Despite that, no milk came out; only the nipple flushed bright red. It seemed the milk ducts were blocked and inflammation was about to set in.

“It hurts… Don’t, touch…!”

“You know it’ll only get worse if we leave it alone. Shh, leave it to me.”

He still couldn’t completely abandon the honorifics from his slave days. Pressing a sweet kiss to the temple of Rochshan, who was breaking out in a cold sweat, Kyle rang the bell tied to the corner of the bed to summon a maid from downstairs.

Soon, a knock sounded at the door of the Count couple’s bedroom. Releasing a quiet sigh, Rochshan watched his husband’s back as he walked toward the door. The half-naked back of the man leaning against the doorframe was riddled with scratch marks. He was just admiring the sensual pelvis with pants loosely hung over it, and the bare top of his feet with neatly trimmed toenails, when he saw it. Through the crack in the door, illuminated by the hallway lights, a maid’s red hair briefly caught his eye.

It wasn’t that Laura Smith.

The ambitious maid, who had once offered a filthy secret to the black dragon, was merely a supporting character on the stage who barely survived by diligently fulfilling the terms of her contract with the dragon.

‘Lady Margaret… was eaten by a beast… A black beast with horns…!’

Dragged in as a suspect during the interrogation for Margaret Owin’s disappearance, she babbled half-madly. She nearly served prison time for conspiracy to murder, complicity, and aiding and abetting, but was barely released after being declared legally insane.

The mysterious disappearance of a noblewoman. A maid’s poisonous assassination scheme to steal a prospective groom. Who is Kyle Blackburn, the man who narrowly escaped death?

Amidst the daily barrage of sensational headlines in the morning papers, it was Rochshan Owin who oversaw Laura Smith’s release.

Her father failed to clear himself of the murder charges regarding the former Count Owin couple when the reinvestigation was belatedly launched, meaning he would never see the outside world again. The maid, who narrowly avoided a felony conviction thanks to Kyle Blackburn surviving perfectly intact, took the meager sum Rochshan acquired by liquidating Margaret Owin’s remaining assets and left for the distant countryside to recuperate.

The tightening dragnet of a certain noblewoman, who was out to slit Laura Smith’s throat for seducing her husband, was lifted at the same time. It seemed she was satisfied with the news that the wench she had been targeting had gone half-mad. Regardless, Laura Smith had managed to seize the freedom she so desperately desired in an entirely unexpected manner.

The light from the mansion hallway faded.

Kyle Blackburn received a warm towel and olive oil from the maid and returned to the bed. The maid who came to run errands at this hour was a new hire. It wasn’t just her. Because most of the Owin mansion’s employees had fled after the effects of the Dragon Speech wore off following the day of the Nest engagement ceremony, a large number of maids had been replaced. Many of them had scrambled to submit their employment applications shortly after Rochshan formally announced his marriage to Kyle at an official function. Oddly enough, they all unanimously cited the same motivation for applying. They claimed to be ardent supporters of the Count couple.

“Were you jealous?”

Mwah. Habitually kissing Rochshan’s forehead, Kyle Blackburn grinned.

He’s so annoyingly smug. Rochshan blew out a puff of air, making his bangs flutter.

“Yeah. I developed trauma regarding red hair.”

“Keep being jealous. I like it because it feels like I’m getting confirmation of your feelings.”

Chuckling, Kyle poured the lukewarm oil over Rochshan’s breasts, covered them with the towel, and began to massage them gently. It was a skilled touch, but that didn’t mean the pain completely vanished. Covering his furrowed eyes with his forearm, Rochshan began to groan in agony.

“…No matter how much you begged, I shouldn’t have planted my seed in your womb.”

Looking down at his Nest, Kyle lamented. It was funny. To think he would come to experience the same regret as that bastard Vizac, who claimed any further family planning was too burdensome. Having seen multiple children born, the guy’s heart must have broken several times watching Philip suffer. Kyle had lost the confidence to endure that.

“Didn’t you say you wanted me to bear more children than the King?”

Kyle’s honest confession sounded rather cute. To think I find that gross guy so damn cute, my rose-tinted glasses are far from coming off. Clicking his tongue in self-deprecation, Rochshan glared at Kyle with moist eyes. He brought his equally bare, smoothly extended calf up to rest on the man’s shoulder. As he playfully rubbed Kyle’s cheek with his toes, Kyle took Rochshan’s big toe into his mouth, sucking on it suggestively like candy.

“I said that not knowing you’d struggle this much,” Kyle murmured.

“Yeah, carrying a child is fucking exhausting. I’ll have to think twice about a third one, too.”

“A third?”

Sure enough, glancing down, Rochshan saw that Kyle Blackburn’s crotch had pitched a stiff tent. Confirming the tightly stretched fabric, Rochshan put on an utterly flabbergasted expression.

“Spouting bullshit about regret while acting like this. Getting your cock rock-hard the moment a third child is mentioned? Huh?”

“It’s an uncontrollable reflex. You’re offering to bear more of my kids, how could I not get an erection? It’s not like I’m impotent.”

“You always have an answer… ngh.”

“Does it still hurt?”

“It feels like it’s gotten a bit better. Suck it more… hic.”

The moment he gave the command, his sizable right nipple was sucked between Kyle’s lips. The engorged milk lump, mashed against the tongue, was gently pulled and sucked relentlessly with wet smacks. The sensation felt like it pulled all the way to his armpit. Amidst the thrilling pain, the pleasure of his erogenous zones gradually began to sharpen.

Using the quickening of Rochshan’s pants as a cue, Kyle completely undid his gown all the way down. Stroking the swollen belly like the surface of delicate porcelain, he grabbed the small, squished penis that was barely visible underneath and began to stroke it.

“Not like that, the back, use the back, ngh.”

“Want me to put my fingers in your back hole and stimulate the front?”

“Yeah, ngh, yeah.”

That made it easier to climax.

As Rochshan nodded, overwhelmed by the creeping arousal, Kyle began to suck on the left nipple—slurp, suck, smack—and lay diagonally next to him, kneading the Count’s soft balls as he dug further down. Beneath the raised thighs, three fingers slid across the flesh of his buttocks and thrust into the bulging inside of his anus in one smooth motion. As soon as he stimulated Rochshan’s prostate by rubbing upward from the inside, the penis, which had struggled to stand erect, dangled and began to stream a cloudy white fluid akin to urine.

“Hngh…!”

It was a weak ejaculation, the first in a while. At the same time, the milk ducts opened up, if only a little. Smooch… Taking a long drag from the nipple and swallowing a few drops of sweet milk, Kyle raised his body and caressed Rochshan’s reddened earlobe.

“It seems the milk ducts open up a bit when you’re aroused. Let’s do that, Rochshan.”

Traces of the beast lingered in his metallic, low-pitched voice. Furthermore, breathing heavily, Kyle licked at the nape of Rochshan’s neck, where his pulse hammered.

“Let me put my cock in instead of my fingers. Please. I’ll make you squirt messily up and down.”

“…Before that, I’m thirsty, so try shoving it in my mouth first.”

A promiscuous permission for sex, matching the filthy seduction, was granted. Looking ecstatic, Kyle quickly stripped off his pants and tossed them aside. Without any underwear, his hideous cock sprang out, long and stiff. Even when gripped with one hand, several times that length stuck out. Carefully standing with his knees spread over Rochshan, he mashed and rubbed his fist-sized glans against the pale pink lips.

“Dammit, the smell…”

“Don’t like it?”

You’re still going to eat it deliciously, though.

The face looking down at him, brimming with trust, was annoyingly exactly to his taste. Dammit. Rochshan swallowed his curses, opened his lips, and engulfed the slick head of the cock. Digging his nails into Kyle’s thighs and moving his jaw with difficulty, he sucked on the addictively flavored pre-cum for a while. The tip of the cock, engorged with blood and even more extraordinarily erect, scraped against the roof of Rochshan’s mouth as it slipped out.

His breathing grew labored as he tried to take it in again. Soon after, the shadow of the cock fell upon the Count’s cheek, his mouth, chin, and philtrum slathered in sticky pre-cum. Mwah. Pressing a kiss to the warm surface of the cock, Rochshan panted, sliding his lips all the way down to the massive balls. Inhaling the provocative scent deep into his lungs, he cast a bewitching upward glance with his jewel-like eyes. He was definitely doing it on purpose.

“Kyle, are you going to shoot something thicker for me?”

“Yes. As much as you want.”

“Are you going to make baby seed in here, pump it out of here, and then make me have a third, a fourth?”

Rochshan’s fingertips stroked Kyle’s balls and the shaft of his cock, caressing the rapidly contracting slit of the glans in reverse order. It was only natural that Kyle Blackburn crumbled with an unbearable expression.

“…Rochshan, could you not say things like that? I feel like I’m going to leak right now.”

Just as Kyle Blackburn had become an expert on Rochshan’s erogenous zones, Rochshan Owin had become a total master at getting Kyle Blackburn hot and bothered. This pitch-black bastard, who still wished to remain his subordinate slave even after becoming a freeman, became exceptionally aroused above all else when Rochshan voluntarily begged for pregnancy.

“I really can’t hold it in.”

Flaring the slit of his cock, Kyle covered his face with both hands and lamented once more. Satisfaction surged and filled his heart as he saw the signet ring gleaming on the middle finger of that hand. Licking his lower lip incredibly seductively, the blonde beauty, blooming into a smile, issued an even more bewitching command.

“Take your hands away and look at me.”

How could he defy his master’s order? Reluctantly revealing his face, Kyle clenched his teeth. Rochshan, his knees raised and spread wide, was cupping his swollen lower belly and grinning sideways at him.

“If you’re going to cum, you have to cum inside my hole. Don’t you dare spill your cum outside.”

“……!”

It was truly the final directive that completely snapped the thread of his exclusive slave’s reason. Letting out a guttural rumble from his throat, Kyle Blackburn pounced like a literal beast. Gripping Rochshan’s face with both hands, he showered him with kisses, violently intertwining their tongues.

Licking up all of his own secretions smeared on the Count’s face, Kyle wiped down Rochshan’s nape, collarbone, breasts, and armpits in every nook and cranny with his tongue and lips, working his way downward. Sluggishly licking along the linea nigra of the swollen belly carrying his second child, the man sucked on the protruding navel with his lips, his breathing excessively ragged.

The scar beneath one of the eyelids, squeezed shut in ecstasy, stood out clearly. It was the wound he received when they announced their same-sex marriage. Perhaps this scar would never fade. Extending his thumb to trace the scar, Rochshan recalled Philip’s marveling remark.

You’ve become a complete idiot. A scoff escaped him.

So what. He’s my idiot.

“Haa, ngh…”

It was then. Lying flat against him, having thoroughly bitten and chewed all over the insides of Rochshan’s thighs, Kyle began to caress Rochshan’s anus with his tongue. His vision flickered intermittently from the stimulation of the mucous membrane. His upper body heaving as he shuddered, the Count smiled and asked the black head between his legs. This, too, was calculated.

“How does it feel to lick the pussy, ngh, that gave birth to your child?”

“…Like my heart is going to burst.”

“Ha…! I gave you that heart, too.”

“Yes, and I’m so grateful I don’t know what to do. I realize every day, every hour, every minute and second, that this is what it feels like to be alive.”

Wasn’t that a rather earnest answer? Highly amused, Rochshan burst into laughter. As his mood improved, the pain of the mastitis seemed to recede even further.

This pregnancy had been realized solely by the intense desire of Rochshan, who had fully awakened and been reborn as the dragon’s Nest. In other words, it was tantamount to materializing his wish to form an even more solid and harmonious family with Kyle Blackburn. Thus, it was only natural that the bastard Kyle went wild with arousal whenever pregnancy was mentioned. The monster who had been on the verge of dying from madness due to a lack of love was now drowning in overflowing proof that he was loved.

Receive my love to your heart’s content, and then let’s die together.

Just as Kyle had become human, Rochshan Owin became his Nest and cleanly shed the curse from his time as a human. Now, nothing could agonizingly trap the Count’s heart. Alternating between bursts of laughter and moans, the officially married man grabbed Kyle’s head and pulled him upward. Pressing hot breath against his cheek, he whispered.

“How about trying to fuck the pussy that’s going to birth another one of your kids?”

“Rochshan, please…”

There is a limit to how much you can scramble a person’s brains. Exhaling a long sigh, Kyle ground his teeth and brought his lower body right between his Nest’s thighs. It took only an instant to thrust and bury his cock deep into the thoroughly mashed hole.

“Ah, ah-ngh, yeah…!”

“Ha, ah.”

Immediately, the couple’s breathing began to intertwine in syncopation. Due to the swollen belly, the back passage had narrowed, making the sensation of splitting the tight flesh feel several times sharper than before pregnancy. Because of the weight of the amniotic fluid, the stimulation of the prostate being jabbed by the glans was much heavier, leaving Rochshan panting helplessly. Likewise, Kyle Blackburn was equally overwhelmed by the sensation of his foreskin being ruthlessly chewed and rubbed against the pussy flesh, the passage practically disappearing under the weight of the full-term belly.

The back of his head prickled and his soles tingled. It was truly a dizzying sex that induced vertigo. Fucking in a human body made him sweat significantly more. Beads of sweat flowing down his tightly woven abs gathered in the thick hair at the base of his cock. Gripping Rochshan’s spread knees and carefully working the hole, Kyle tilted his head and smiled.

“Every time I slam into you, haaa, I can feel your belly jiggling.”

“Kyle, ah, Kyle… deeper…!”

“Shall I fuck you right up to your womb, Rochshan?”

It couldn’t have been a more welcome plea. Having only inserted less than half of his thick cock so as not to overdo it, Kyle carefully flipped Rochshan’s body over. Padding an abundance of cushions and pillows beneath his lower belly to provide plush support, he spread the deeply parted, fleshy buttocks of his Nest, who had folded and splayed his legs out like an amphibian, and viciously rammed his cock, twisting it into the gaping, discolored anus.

“…Hic…!”

“Haa… God, I think I’m going crazy.”

Caving in the sticky mucous membrane of the hole, Kyle’s cock was buried completely. Pushing the sheets away with his toes and stirring Rochshan’s innards to find the perfect angle, Kyle skillfully pierced past the colon and hooked his glans deep inside. Eventually, the penetration became so deep that the pitch-black pubic hair scratched against Rochshan’s plump buttocks. Resting his balls against Rochshan’s convulsing perineum, Kyle gently embraced the full-term belly. A hot whisper flowed out with a sigh.

“I’m addicted to, haaa, hammering and pushing up against your heavy womb with my glans. What should I do?”

“What do you mean, what should you do… Just keep making it heavy and jabbing it, ah, hiik, ngh, yeah, ah, ah…!”

“Rochshan. Please, tone it down with the talk about wanting to get pregnant while you’re already pregnant…”

This time, it was a provocation that truly crossed the line. Extremely aroused, Kyle Blackburn fiercely bit down on the nape of Rochshan’s neck and resumed his thrusts, pounding into him like he was hammering in a nail. The sticky sound of flesh slapping against flesh and parting echoed loudly.

“Rochshan.”

“Ngh, hngh…”

“I love you.”

One confession of love for every thrust.

“I love you.”

Thus, the longer he held back his climax, the more opportunities he had to confess his love. Kyle Blackburn began to shower his Nest’s ear with love to his heart’s content.

“I love you.”

“……!”

At that moment, Rochshan desperately clutched Kyle’s shoulders. Physiological tears streamed down his flushed red cheeks. The confessions he had so desperately yearned for were continuously poured out. Every time his lower belly, full of amniotic fluid, jiggled, Rochshan shuddered at Kyle’s whispered words of love, as if his internal organs were being twisted.

“I love you.”

“Ah, ngh…”

“I love you, Rochshan.”

I only love you. Forever. Even after death. My heart. My soul. My destiny.

Only after finally becoming human, after the blind possessiveness of his days as a monster vanished, did Kyle Blackburn realize his complete feelings toward Rochshan. He loved Rochshan as a human. He loved him as a mere slave loving his master, as his husband, and as the father of the child he conceived. It was a love that belonged solely to him.

“I love you.”

“…I get it, so stop it now, shut up.”

“Rochshan. Do you love me?”

“…Of course I love you.”

Idiot, asking something like that. Exhaling a sigh, Rochshan let out a death-rattle moan. Kyle’s palm had grazed his breast. Before he knew it, his milk had let down completely, streaming profusely. A sweet scent dampened the tip of his nose. Catching his breath like receiving the baton in a relay, Kyle laid Rochshan flat on his back once more. From that resolute gaze, Rochshan, with tears welling in his eyes, had an intuition of what the guy was about to inflict upon him.

“It’s no use trying to stop me. I’m going to suck it all out all night tonight.”

“What? Don’t be ridiculous, having my milk sucked like that hurts just as much… Ah…!”

And so, as that night deepened and a new day dawned, Rochshan had his milk sucked dry by Kyle to his heart’s content. By dawn, his milk ducts had seemingly run completely dry, the lumps noticeably shrinking. ‘You fucking bastard, you’ve even dried up the milk I need to feed the baby…’ Rochshan erupted in anger. His abnormally enlarged nipples were incredibly sore, and it wasn’t until nearly morning that he found himself covered in tears from the pain.

Exhausted from the all-night lovemaking, the two men fell into a late sleep.

It was only a few hours later that their bedroom door swung wide open. Adelheid Owin, with the black hair inherited from Kyle and jewel-like eyes exactly resembling Rochshan’s brimming with tears, barged in.

“You’re both so mean. Last night, neither Father nor Dad remembered to say goodnight to me! I hate you…!”

The child diligently climbed up the high bed and lay down right in the middle of the Count couple, who were tangled in the sheets and fast asleep. She threw a tantrum, thrashing her limbs. At that, Kyle Blackburn, without even opening his eyes, pulled his daughter into his chest with strong arms and patted her. Pouring a week’s worth of goodnights and good mornings onto the crown of Adel’s head, he stretched out his other arm, dragged Rochshan—who had rolled to the edge of the bed and passed out—back over, and stamped a kiss onto his lips like a seal.

“My love.”

“Dad, what about me!”

“Adel is my love too.”

And your sibling in the Count’s belly is my love too. Haphazardly rhyming his words, Kyle passed out back to sleep. Huffing and puffing, Adel also soon fell asleep following her parents.

The sight of a blonde, newborn baby brother lying asleep beside the Count, his slave, and their daughter would come to pass the following spring.