Chapter 68

For a Beast, instinct always precedes reason. As a being rooted in his Beast nature, Grondil had always considered this an undeniable truth. In fact, he often used it as a shield, claiming, ‘I’m a Beast, I can’t help it.’

Grondil closed his eyes, pondering this very seriously. 

I know I’m a Beast, but I’m also human. Doesn’t that mean I should possess the reason expected of a human…?

He was fighting so hard to restrain his hips from thrusting violently, and his hand from grabbing the back of the head currently bobbing below him to force it down, that his bloodshot eyes felt like they might pop out of their sockets.

Grrrnd, screeech. 

A vicious, grinding sound echoed from his tightly clenched jaw. Thick, bluish veins bulged furiously across his temples and the backs of his hands, while a sheen of sweat broke out across his heavily creased forehead and the bridge of his nose.

The fierce, agonizing war Grondil was waging between reason and instinct seemed entirely irrelevant to Lino, who currently had his face buried in Grondil’s crotch. Several plush cushions were stacked against the headboard, allowing Lino to lean back in a seated position—or rather, he was lying back with his upper body slightly elevated.

Rising on his knees, Grondil loomed over Lino’s torso, practically trapping the boy between his legs. One hand gripped the headboard so fiercely the wood groaned, threatening to splinter; the other was gently stroking the back of Lino’s head, as if handling the most fragile thing in the world. However, as the wet, sloppy sounds of sucking emanating from below grew louder, the urge to tighten his grip became nearly unbearable.

Slurp, shlick, shloomp—obscene, wet noises tumbled continuously from Lino’s mouth. With every sound, Grondil suffered.

“Keugh…”

He had no choice but to let low, guttural groans slip helplessly through teeth clenched so hard his jaw ached. Internally, he prayed desperately to whatever god might be listening.

Oh God. Aquila. Why do you send such trials to your beloved? He had even resorted to praying, so surely his patience should have expanded… just a little bit.

Praying his pleas had reached the divine, Grondil shifted his aching jaw.

“Uh, ahem… Lino.”

“…Nngh.”

“…”

At Grondil’s call, Lino, nestled between his legs, responded. Without even lifting his lowered head, and with his mouth completely stuffed with Grondil’s glans, he offered a muffled, absentminded reply before immediately returning his focus to the task at hand.

Terrified his patience would snap and he would do something unforgivable to Lino if this continued, Grondil called his name again.

“Lino.”

“Mmm… Yes, yes.”

At the second call, Lino only tilted his eyes upward to meet Grondil’s gaze. The moment Grondil saw those wet green eyes, the corners flushed a feverish pink and brimming with unshed tears, he knew his god hadn’t listened to a single word of his prayer.

“Ah, damn it…!”

Ultimately, Grondil surrendered to his Beast instincts. He had tried so hard to restrain himself that the veins in his hands were practically bursting, but making eye contact with Lino was his fatal mistake.

Why do your eyes have to be that color? It’s your fault for having eyes the color of Smaragdos, my favorite gem. Blaming Lino’s damp green eyes instead of his own famously non-existent patience, Grondil’s hand clamped down firmly on the back of that small, round head.

“!!!”

Lino’s green eyes blew wide in shock. Already sparkling beautifully through a film of tears, seeing them widen only fueled Grondil’s urge to pop them in his mouth and roll them around.

‘I can’t do that. Absolutely not.’

Those beautiful jewels would only look pretty if they remained safely nestled in Lino’s eye sockets. Grondil viciously swallowed back the urge that had clearly crossed the line.

“Lino. May I… push in… a little deeper?”

He tried to ask for permission as politely as possible, but between the halting words, a feral growl tore from deep within his throat, accompanied by scorching, feverish breaths.

Nod, nod. 

With his jaw stretched to its absolute limit, Lino nodded. It wasn’t a large movement, but just the slight bobbing of his head was enough to make Grondil’s cock twitch violently. Dark red veins coiled and pulsed furiously along the swollen shaft.

The length of flesh that couldn’t fit inside Lino’s mouth gleamed wetly with saliva and pre-come, looking almost pathetic. The kind and diligent Lino wrapped his hand around it, squeezing and stroking in time with the bobbing of his head. It wasn’t as wet or soft as the inside of his mouth, but his hand moved busily to ensure the pleasure reached the very root.

Grondil’s cock was quite finicky; unlike when he buried it in Lino’s rear, reaching climax from oral sex took significantly longer. It was likely because a mouth lacked the aggressive, tight grip of an entrance that felt ready to chew and rip it off. However, given Lino’s current condition, penetrative sex was strictly forbidden, so they had no other choice.

‘To think I would experience such torture in my life…’

Throughout his long life, Grondil had never sought out God as frequently as he did these days. And the vast majority of those moments coincided with the severe spikes in Lino’s morning sickness. Baffled by how a pregnant man’s morning sickness could manifest like this, he had even consulted Erin, but even she couldn’t provide a viable solution. Instead, she had only made things more difficult by enthusiastically insisting she wanted to research a Letia’s morning sickness.

“Haa.”

With a short exhale, Grondil’s fingertips tightened against the back of Lino’s head, causing Lino to squeeze his eyes shut. Knowing exactly what kind of pleasure was about to be poured into his body made this preemptive reaction possible.

Having at least a shred of conscience left, Grondil didn’t grab him by the hair. In truth, he desperately wanted to, but biting down hard on his own lip, he simply applied firm pressure to the round head fitting perfectly in his palm.

“Mmph! Mmmph!”

Gagging from the suffocating agony of having his airway blocked, Lino still fought to swallow the glans striking his uvula as deeply as possible. Grondil’s member was far too long to take to the root anyway. Because they had started with Grondil in his human form, Lino could comfortably take about half a hand’s span. If it wasn’t as ridiculously thick as his Beast form, I could probably take it further down my throat, Lino thought regretfully, lowering his tongue as much as possible and relaxing his jaw.

“Ah, Lino. Lino…!”

“Mmph, oof, ghgk, glrk.”

Grondil thought he was only using his hand, but unconsciously, he had begun thrusting his hips. It was driven partly by his primal instinct to bury his cock into a deeper, wetter place, but also heavily encouraged by Lino’s two hands. Wrapped tightly around Grondil’s waist, Lino pulled him closer every time the cock threatened to slip out. Thus, half by his own volition and half guided by Lino, Grondil began thrusting into Lino’s throat—not to the hilt, but with a surprising amount of ferocity.

Never in his life had Lino imagined he would come to enjoy putting another man’s genitals in his mouth and sucking on them. Back in the Order of St. Margia, if he happened to catch a glimpse of a peer’s manhood in the showers, his thoughts rarely extended beyond, ‘Oh, he has the same equipment I do. He’s got a lot of hair. I’m jealous.’ He had never, not even once, smacked his lips or felt himself harden at the sight.

‘To think I would end up like this…’

Trying desperately to ignore the faint stirring of self-deprecation, Lino tightened and relaxed his throat. He swallowed convulsively, as if trying to consume the hard glans pushing past his uvula. Every time Grondil’s tip breached the back of his throat and pulled out, a wet, suctioning pop! echoed in the room. Even though he had relaxed his jaw, it was stretched far beyond its limit; a mix of his own saliva and Grondil’s pre-come spilled continuously down his lower lip.

‘Ah, I feel like I’m going to die.’

Unable to breathe, Lino took Grondil’s cock down his throat. His airway was physically blocked by the thick flesh, making his vision swim with black spots while a high-pitched beeeep rang in his ears. His survival instincts screamed at him to inhale through his nose and mouth, but sadly, his mouth was plugged by a cock, and his nose could only manage shallow, frantic snatches of air. Lacking the capacity to deliver oxygen to his brain, his cognitive functions were rapidly dulling.

He genuinely felt like he was dying. But the problem was, he didn’t hate it; he liked it. The sensation of the glans scraping the roof of his mouth, the hard shaft rubbing against his flattened tongue—it made a pool of blistering pleasure simmer in his lower abdomen. The metallic, feral scent of the Beast flooding his nose only poured gasoline on his arousal. Yet, the moment that truly ignited his lust was entirely different.

It was the moment Grondil, unable to hold back, let out a ragged, breathless moan.

“Keugh… Li, no…!”

The moment he called Lino’s name in that low, gravelly voice.

“Hkkg. Ngh, mmph!”

Sucking the glans deeper down his throat, Lino hugged Grondil’s waist tighter. It still only allowed him to take about half the length, but knowing it was the absolute limit for both of them, neither demanded more depth or further swallowing.

Feeling Lino’s throat spasm wildly in gag reflexes around him, Grondil fought tooth and nail to hold onto his sanity. If he lost control, he would instantly shift back into his full, terrifying Beast form. Lino could barely manage half of his human cock; if he shifted into a Beast… a bloodbath was practically guaranteed.

“Lino, Lino…!”

“Ngh, mmmph! Hnngh!”

Grondil desperately chanted Lino’s name. It wasn’t a call expecting an answer, but the signal that his climax was imminent. Feeling the glans twitch and swell violently inside his mouth, Lino tried to take a deep breath to prepare for the finale. Given his blocked airway and ragged panting, it barely made a difference, but he knew from countless physical experiences that it was better than nothing.

“Nnnghk…”

From the tip of the painfully engorged glans, semen began to erupt violently. Because the sheer volume was so massive that it routinely leaked out everywhere even when taking it in his rear, changing the location did nothing to diminish the flood. Lino simply swallowed the semen surging relentlessly down his throat. Honestly, ‘swallowed’ wasn’t the right word. It was more accurate to say the semen was being forcefully poured down his wide-open, taste-blind throat.

Lino’s Adam’s apple bobbed rapidly up and down. A completely different kind of fullness settled in his stomach compared to receiving it from below. Unconsciously, Lino lifted a hand and placed it over his belly. The feeling that his already swollen stomach had bloated even further definitely wasn’t an illusion.

After pouring semen into Lino’s throat for a long time, Grondil reached out and gently massaged the underside of Lino’s jaw, which was stretched to its absolute limit. The hand that had been pressing down on the back of his head moved to the crown, stroking it softly. It was the signal that he was finished.

“Ugh… cough, khhk…”

Pulling Grondil’s member from his mouth, Lino hacked and coughed, gasping for air, yet he still smacked his lips together. Hearing that sound, Grondil let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh before lifting Lino’s lowered chin. Meeting the gaze of Lino’s still teary, wet eyes, Grondil brought his face closer, causing a soft flush to spread across Lino’s cheeks.

It’s so cute. Wanting to dye those cheeks an even deeper red, Grondil smiled mischievously and asked, “Is it really… that delicious? My cum?”