A powerful stimulus coursed through Leorino’s body. He couldn’t stop the noises coming from his own throat. He had lost count of how many times he had already spilled his seed that night.
“Oh… Oh… Wait, I’m sore… Wait…”
Having been continually rubbed in hopes of quickly dispelling the effects of the aphrodisiac, his shaft was swollen and red. However, it was still dripping a dilute, translucent fluid, clearly relishing the stimulation it was receiving.
The moment Leorino cried for him to wait, Gravis rocked his body ever harder.
When the man’s hard abdomen brushed against his member, Leorino arched his back at the electric pain mixed with pleasure.
“Nn, ah…!”
“‘Wait’? I don’t think you’re in any position to tell me that.”
“Ah… I’m sorry…but that’s…too much…”
His legs were spread wide open and his body was full to the brim with the man’s shaft. The aphrodisiac had made Leorino’s narrow entrance far softer, more pliable than ever.
After meticulously preparing him with his fingers, the man penetrated him with his massive length. He remained buried inside him ever since, subjecting him to an endless series of rhythmic movements, stimulating the walls of his hot, aphrodisiac-filled flesh without mercy.
“…What do you think would have happened if Lucas hadn’t been there?”
“I’m sorry… I’m, ah, ah ah…”
Slowly slamming his hips against his soft buttocks, Gravis savored the sensation of Leorino’s wet, lewd hole.
He had applied some artificial moisture, but by now, he suspected the aphrodisiac had caused Leorino to naturally secrete some fluids of his own. It felt different from lubricant, hot and slick in a way men’s bodies were usually incapable of.
His delicate, lithe body had struggled so much to accept him previously, but was now dramatically transformed by the aphrodisiac. The thought that, if things had played out differently, Julian could have seen him in this bewitchingly obscene state made Gravis’s blood boil with anger.
“A different man could have been doing this to you by now, have you considered that?”
“No, I… Vi, I only want you…”
Leorino frantically shook his head, his face stained with all the tears he’d shed. Gravis slammed his hips into him once more.
“Ahh!”
“…Or would another man’s cock have pleased you just as much?”
Gravis was livid.
He was livid with Julian, with Leorino, and most of all, he was livid with himself for putting his beloved in danger.
The fury, regret, and relief raging inside him were spurred on by the soft flesh that so readily welcomed him inside.
His flushed, moist skin. His painfully swollen nipples. His slender, shapely hips leaping up in response to the man’s every thrust.
His violet eyes were drowning in ecstasy. Filled with the man’s impressive length, he awakened to the utter bliss of being taken so deeply.
Gravis tried to keep himself from taking out his unfading ire on Leorino’s delicate body, holding on to what remained of his reason in his seething mind, but he would not stop his hips from striking. He didn’t attempt to fit his entire length inside, but after confirming Leorino would be able to take it, Gravis no longer hesitated to drive himself into him over and over again.
When Gravis made use of his girth to work over Leorino’s tender spots, Leorino climaxed, a cry of pleasure on his lips.
“Mn… Ah… Ahh…”
His grasp on time was long gone.
He felt like he had been rocked for hours. He had once struggled to receive a member of such proportions, but now that he did, the act of having his insides dominated by his thick, hot flesh felt incredible.
Leorino spilled his seed time and time again without even noticing. He was well and truly lost in the pleasure the man’s thrusts granted him.
No longer able to even hold onto the man, Leorino lay with his arms splayed, his legs held up, and his body rocked like a doll.
“…Ngh.”
“…Ahh…” Embraced by Leorino’s hot, writhing flesh, the man finally spilled himself deep inside him.
“…Aahh!”
The heat spreading within him pushed Leorino closer to yet another climax. But the man was far from finished.
“Oh, are you… Ah, ah…!”
Still rigid inside him, the man moved back and forth, coating Leorino’s inner walls with his liquid passion. Feeling the man rub his own fluids against his sensitive hole, Leorino climaxed once more through tears.
Gravis slowly released his hips. Leorino whimpered at the intense pleasure as the man pulled out.
Leorino’s body was beyond exhausted. He felt as if he was about to pass out, but at the same time, his hazy thoughts finally cleared.
Frantically gasping for breath, Leorino tried to remember what had happened.
At the soiree, Lord Julian drugged me, and Lucas saved me…and then… And then…
“You’ve come to your senses.”
“…Vi…? Cough.”
Leorino’s throat was hoarse. Gravis furrowed his brow, poured some water from the pitcher into his own mouth, and fed it to Leorino. The water was tepid, but it was exactly what his body needed.
Rehydrated, Leorino finally had the mind to observe his surroundings.
This was Gravis’s palace.
“Do you remember what happened?”
His body felt heavy, sluggish, and hot. Something inside him was still twitching. He was wet. He had let go of all shame and allowed the man he loved to free him from the fire lit up inside him.
Tears welled in Leorino’s eyes.
They were tears of regret, entirely different from the ones he had shed when he had yielded his entire being to carnal pleasure.
Gravis sighed and brought his hand to Leorino’s face. He brushed back his sweaty hair.
Despite his gentle touch, his starry-sky eyes were cold and angry. But deep in his gaze, Leorino could see his boundless love and concern for him, and beyond that, relief.
The tense surface of tears in Leorino’s violet eyes seemed ready to collapse at any moment, his throat quivering.
“…hic…”
“Are you in pain?”
Hearing those words, he finally broke down in tears.