REFDL 41

The first thought that came to mind was ‘white’.

A white body.

The man resembled a full moon hanging in a black night sky.

He was so white it seemed sacred, unreal, and yet, he appeared fragile, as if the slightest touch might shatter him.

And precisely because of that, he stirred humanity’s darkest desires and sadistic impulses.

The white body was already covered in red marks.

If you bit it, the marks stayed.

If you sucked it, the marks stayed.

Teeth marks and suction marks remained like brands. Wasn’t it the perfect body for marking territory?

That’s why the beast couldn’t hold back.

No, he wouldn’t hold back.

‘What is this… ?’

Kaelus was still dumbfounded. He couldn’t fully understand what had happened; his mind was in turmoil.

He felt helpless confronting the situation, yet…

“…I don’t want to stop.”

He wanted to continue what he was doing.

His shattered reason was powerless against it.

Intense.

Desire.

Slap!

“Haaahh…!!”

He thrust the enormous length, which he had pulled back just enough to catch, deep inside.

A wet, heavy sound echoed where their groins and hips met, like slapping a water filled leather bag. Vulgarity stained the beautiful man’s face.

Eyes that would have been star-like and elegant if he were sane rolled back, and his tongue lolled out of his mouth like a worn-out male prostitute.

Kaelus couldn’t ignore the tempting red flesh.

He thrust his hips like a beast on heat, sucking the man’s tongue deep into his mouth.

Was it because he was being treated like an animal?

The man’s moans grew even cruder.

“Huh! Ah! Ha! Ahh! Please… Haah. Harder, harder… Huh! That sticky sound. I love it…”

Kaelus gave up on understanding.

He simply craved.

Thud thud thud!

Squish squish!

Squelch.

It was like a monster that had entered from outside had seized control of his body.

He forgot who he was, fixated only on the beautiful hole before him.

It felt like he could live if he had this.

It felt like he could die and be satisfied if he had this.

A destructive, extreme, absolute devotion. A blind fixation not even laughable sprouted within the pleasure.

“Huh. Haa.”

It’s good.

“Ugh. Ah! Ah! Huh! Ah!”

It’s good.

At some point, Kaelus began curling his body tighter.

‘Ah.’

Chup chup.

As he repeatedly pressed his lips to the soft crown of the man’s head, the man realized.

When his mind briefly cleared, he understood why he had taken that position.

To imprison ‘this’ by making his entire body a prison. The beast, returned to his primal state, thrust his cock as if lust itself had reset.

The full moon cradled in his arms coughed.

As if it were too much to bear, he reflexively struggled, trying desperately to break free. His flailing was feeble and futile.

But it didn’t matter to Kaelus.

Why are you trying to escape?

Kaelus panted, pleading with a hint of sadness.

“…Don’t do this.”

‘……You’re the one who shouldn’t be doing this……’

Yuram retorted silently in his head.

‘I’m really going to die like this!’

This was seriously not a joke.

Death by overexertion wasn’t far off.

His body was brutally honest to the stimulation; every time the man thrust his hips, his brain melted.

It was too hard; he wanted to stop now. But he didn’t have the strength. Damn it…

‘It was fine when we started! But… but this.‘

“Hngh, even after all this, ahh! You’re being too much, ngh! You, you bastard……!”

When Kaelus lost his mind and became a beast consumed by lust.

Yuram was still in his right mind. He was simply swept along. More accurately, he ‘allowed himself to be swept along’.

‘…Is this punishment for acting like trash?’

But it was a kind of force majeure.

When Kaelus pounced on him, Yuram realized he hadn’t considered it because his body was a dragon. But thinking back, he’d been drawn to him from the moment they met.

‘Honestly, who wouldn’t be?’

A face and figure with flawless proportions like that were genuinely rare.

Even among celebrities in his original world, you’d be lucky to find one like that.

…Kaelus was even more perfect than that.

Yes. Perfect.

‘It’s just that I’ve gotten used to looking at him.’

An overwhelming beauty so striking that on a battlefield where life and death hang in the balance, you could bet your life someone would get killed because their gaze was stolen for a moment.

And then someone like that suddenly gets aroused and charges at him? And it happens right when he’s just turned human?

‘If I don’t take it, I’m not a man, right?’

Yuram never learned how to refuse at times like this.

He wasn’t promiscuous (though that was purely Yuram’s own, highly personal opinion), but he enjoyed free relationships, never turning anyone away, never holding anyone back.

Occasionally.

Out of the blue.

He’d sometimes wondered if this was some kind of compensation for his high school days, when he’d had to suppress everything more than necessary…

But now, it didn’t matter.

“ Ugh. Huhk! 

Creak creak!

Splurt!

Thud thud thud thud!

Thump! Thump!

The act grew faster and more intense.

By the end, he was shaking his hips.

He had long since stopped counting how many times he came, or how many times the other did.

‘It’s exhausting. It is, but……’

Ah. The feeling like his balls are about to burst is the best.

That feeling of becoming vulgar and lewd, right down to his brain. It had been so long.

“Haaah! It’s so good!”

Yuram moaned in satisfaction and tightly clenched his back hole, and while marveling at the amount and stamina Kaelus still had left even after cumming so much……

Thump.

He lost consciousness.

* * *

The second day of the birthday celebration.

The capital was abuzz, inside and out.

It was all because of the Kremlis that had appeared alongside the Emperor in the banquet hall.

The appearance of the baby dragon, which had only existed in rumors until now, was undoubtedly the biggest talking point!

Some wondered, ‘Wasn’t he an adult? I heard he was!” Some people tilted their heads in confusion.

But since so many people had seen him with their own eyes this time, the question was buried.

The popularity of Yuram was immense.

Merchants, who had an uncanny nose for money, worked through the night running their home-based handicrafts.

As a result, the stalls the day after the birthday celebration…

“Wow!”

“It’s a Kremlis!”

“Kremlis! Kremlis!”

The stalls overflowed with dolls, adorably crafted to capture the Kremlis’s features.

Some merchants even painted shark teeth and claws red, slapped the name “Kremlis Dragon” on them, and sold them.

…Though Kremlis dragons didn’t actually have red teeth. People didn’t care about such minor details.

Fantasy goods flew off the shelves.

Yuram, who found out later, grumbled, “Wasn’t that just blood in its mouth?”

But that was later.

Right now, he had no idea.

Because the Kremlis in question was currently…

‘I’m screwed…’

Because he was in a mild state of panic.

* * *

The dreamlike night passed.

Kaelus’s reason returned with the morning sun.

There was none of the usual fatigue or drowsiness one feels upon waking.

His eyes snapped open, a sense of foreboding rose from his toes, and the moment his mind cleared, his heart plummeted.

“……!!”

He launched himself out of bed.

The room, with its curtains half-drawn, was dark. The heavy air was filled with the scent of semen.

The man looked down at the bed in dismay. The blankets and sheets were a mess. He reflexively raised his hand to wipe his face, then dropped it again with a curse.

……His hand was covered in dried traces of something.

‘……God.’

The atheist Kaelus closed his eyes and sought God.

Knock knock.

A sound came from outside.

“Your Grace. Are you awake?”

It was a palace attendant. He approached professionally, trying his best to sound calm.

But Kaelus, an exceptional knight, detected a trace of embarrassment in his tone.

“……”

He felt like screaming.

In truth, he was already screaming inside.

Just what…

‘What the hell did I do……’

Last night. He knew he hadn’t been in his right mind. But that didn’t justify his actions.

He cale back to his senses and frantically scanned the room again. As expected, doing so didn’t make the person appear. 

Kaelus, whose already pale complexion had grown even more washed out, hastily gathered clothes and put them on.

Since the room didn’t have an attached bathroom, he emptied a vase and used that water to wash his hands and face.

A faint, musty smell lingered, but that didn’t matter.

Slam!

He threw the door open, startling the attendant.

“…Yesterday…”

“……”

“In my room, the one who was there with me…….”

At this point, his mind went blank for a moment. He couldn’t quite recall the person’s gender. He reflexively searched his memory of last night.

And then he remembered. The other person was a man.

…But the fact that it was a man wasn’t the problem.

In his memory, he had been pinning down someone who was crying, forcing himself inside!