Chapter 70

Giving Lino’s bottom a light smack, Grondil laid him on his side on the bed. He immediately plastered himself against Lino’s back. Slipping an arm under Lino’s neck to serve as a pillow, he took Lino’s hand and wrapped it firmly around his own chest. With his free hand, Grondil slid his cock between Lino’s thighs. Already fully erect, Grondil’s member pushed up against Lino’s, leaking pre-come profusely.

Reaching forward, Grondil wrapped his hand around both Lino’s cock and his own simultaneously. Resting atop the Beast’s terrifyingly massive member, Lino’s cock looked comparatively even smaller.

“Nngh, ah… Lord Grondil, haah…”

With his upper body firmly bound in Grondil’s arms, Lino let out sweet, breathy moans in time with Grondil’s agonizingly slow hip thrusts. If Grondil had a habit of repeatedly shouting Lino’s name when nearing climax, Lino had a habit of desperately crying out Grondil’s name whenever the Beast touched his body. Both were fully aware of each other’s habits, yet neither had the intention—or the reason—to fix them. If anything, it only poured more gasoline on their mutual arousal.

Grondil loved observing Lino flush with heat while desperately calling his name. Whenever he saw Lino clinging to him as if he were the only person in the world he could rely on, the profound sense of deficiency Grondil had unknowingly carried his entire life felt completely satisfied. Because of that, he often intentionally controlled Lino’s climax just to hear him call his name a little longer.

However, lately, this specific habit of Lino’s was proving incredibly problematic for Grondil. Right now, excessive pleasure was literal poison to Lino’s body. Not only could the tension from intense arousal negatively affect the babies, but it also put severe strain on Lino’s body, which was already working overtime to carry them. Consequently, penetrative sex was strictly forbidden, and even petting had to be kept light.

That was why Grondil was fighting the urge until his vision went red, doing his absolute best to bring Lino to a slow, gentle climax. Yet Lino, completely oblivious to Grondil’s agonizing restraint, kept twitching his hips, whining in frustration when the stimulation wasn’t enough.

“Ah… j-just a little harder… plea—”

“No.”

“Hic.”

At Grondil’s flat refusal, Lino’s whining slowly morphed into a sob. Shushing him gently, Grondil lifted one of his thick legs and draped it over Lino’s thigh. As the heavy limb pressed down, increasing the friction between their trapped cocks, Lino finally let out a satisfied moan. However, Grondil’s brow furrowed. It was because Lino’s thigh felt significantly thinner than before.

Damn this morning sickness to hell.

It had already been a month since they arrived in Isberg. For that entire month, Lino had suffered from extreme morning sickness, causing him to lose weight rapidly. Yet, the sight of him desperately trying to squeeze those thinned thighs tightly together was so obscenely arousing. No matter what he did, Lino always looked erotic in Grondil’s eyes.

“What am I supposed to do with you when you look this obscene in this condition?”

“I-I don’t… ngh, nnngh! Ah, Lord Grondil, ahh…!”

As Lino writhed and twisted his body, Grondil clicked his tongue in disapproval. Experiencing stronger pleasure than usual, Lino was thrashing around in a state of ecstasy. It felt good now, but Grondil knew for a fact Lino would complain about lower abdominal cramps later. Left with no choice, he grabbed Lino’s waist, which was trying to buck even higher, and pressed him firmly against his own lower abdomen to restrict his movement.

With one arm wrapping his chest and the other securing his waist, plus Grondil’s heavy leg pinning his thighs, Lino was perfectly caged in the Beast’s embrace. It should have felt suffocating, but entirely enveloped by Grondil’s scent, Lino actually felt deeply secure.

“Nngh, haah… feels good. Haa…”

Unable to buck his hips, Lino ground his bottom tightly against Grondil’s groin, murmuring how good it felt. Hidden between his pale, round cheeks, his pink entrance spasmed rapidly, leaking clear fluid as if begging to be filled. Grondil resolutely ignored the feeling of his own pubic hair becoming soaked in Lino’s slickness. He wanted nothing more than to bury his cock into that impossibly tight hole right now, but for the sake of the future, he had to know how to endure.

“Lord, Grondil. I think I’m going to c-cum…!”

“Haa… I’m close too, so give me your hand.”

“Hngh, ah… yes.”

Flexing his leg to press down harder on Lino’s thighs, Grondil caught Lino’s hand as it flailed around blindly trying to find him. Moments later, a thick burst of white fluid erupted from Lino’s cock, splattering in drops across the sheets. Guiding Lino’s captured hand, Grondil wrapped it around his own glans. The scorching heat radiating from the bulbous tip, slick with pre-come, made Lino’s hand flinch. It wasn’t out of shock, but sheer anticipation for the Beast’s semen that was about to fill his palm.

“Keugh…!”

Grondil’s canines sank deeply into the exposed nape of Lino’s neck. A fraction more pressure would have pierced the skin and drawn blood, but the Beast expertly controlled his fangs, ensuring no blood was spilled.

“Haa…”

As his palm filled with scalding, sticky semen, Lino let out a breathless sigh that sounded almost like a lament.

“Before it gets cold… you should hurry and eat it. Right?”

Gently pulling Lino’s hand away from his glans, Grondil whispered into his ear. Staring blankly, Lino brought his cupped hand, brimming with white fluid, to his mouth. The volume was so massive that even though he cupped his hand like a bowl, it dripped steadily through his fingers.

His red, swollen lips touched the pool of semen. Slurp, slurp. The sound of thick liquid being greedily sucked up echoed in the quiet bedroom. Meanwhile, Grondil moved his hips in a slow, agonizing grind, savoring the tight friction of Lino’s thighs. Catching the rest of his spurting load in his own hand this time, Grondil pushed Lino’s hand away—which Lino had already licked spotlessly clean—and offered his own.

Like a little chick pecking at a feeder, Lino buried his face in Grondil’s hand, gulping it down eagerly. Slipping his tongue between Grondil’s fingers to lick them clean, he clumsily shifted his body to lay Grondil flat on his back before diving face-first between his legs.

“Ah, Lino… that’s a bit dangerous…”

“Just a little bit. I’ll just clean up what’s left here and stop.”

“Haa…”

Interpreting Grondil’s sigh as permission, Lino stuck out his tongue and licked up the length of the still-hard shaft. Even though he had just ejaculated, Grondil’s cock twitched and flared back to life from a single stroke of Lino’s tongue. Seeing Lino meticulously suck up every last drop, working his tongue into the folds below the glans and even the urethra, Grondil found his own mouth watering, wondering if it really tasted that good.

‘When did he become such a wicked, tantalizing little chick?’

He had heard that pregnancy could sometimes send a person’s libido through the roof. Is that the case for my Letia? Grondil watched with feverish eyes as Lino, who just a month ago couldn’t even look at his cock properly out of embarrassment, now held it firmly and licked it clean.

The warm tongue traveled down the shaft, eventually taking his testicles into his mouth and rolling them around. Fearing this would escalate into round three, Grondil forcibly pulled Lino away the second his cock was spotlessly clean. A sigh of disappointment escaped Lino’s lips, but Grondil ignored it, swiftly tidying Lino up.

Having been born the Beloved of the Gods and the heir to the Isberg Grand Principality, it was only natural that his attempts at serving someone else were clunky and awkward. However, perhaps due to the intense devotion he had poured into personally attending to Lino’s every need over the past two months, his movements were now only slightly unrefined, no longer clumsy. He even expertly combed through Lino’s messy bangs.

After perfectly ventilating the room to clear out the heavy, metallic scent of sex, Grondil waited until the flush in Lino’s face had completely subsided before pulling the servant bell cord. As if waiting for the exact signal, a crisp knock sounded at the bedroom door.

“Enter.”

At the curt permission, Erin stepped into the room. Pushing a metal trolley over the thick rug, she wrinkled her nose, aggressively sniffing the air. Seeing this, Lino’s face instantly burned red again. He knew exactly what she was trying to smell.

“I know it doesn’t smell like anything, so stop teasing him and set the food down.”

“Tch. Yes, yes~”

Grumbling about whatever had displeased her, Erin lifted the entire tray off the trolley and placed it on the bed. It was filled with dishes Lino had never seen before. A full-course meal—from a pre-dinner drink to the main course, down to the post-dinner dessert—was laid out before him.

Setting out extra utensils, she told them to call her when they were finished and turned to leave. Grondil called her back.

“Erin, clear your schedule for this evening.”

“What kind of consultation is it this time?”

“Hmm… developing a new menu for Lino?”

“Ahhh— Right. I practically live in the lab 24/7 anyway, so come down whenever.”

Letting their conversation go in one ear and out the other, Lino focused entirely on his meal. This exact exchange between Grondil and Erin happened multiple times a day; it was incredibly routine. Every bite he took was so delicious it made his body shiver. He still couldn’t believe that foods which normally made him gag just from the smell were now an absolute delicacy, all because he had swallowed Grondil’s semen. 

I need to eat as much as I can while I can still stomach it. 

Lino’s hands moved busily across the plates.

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