HPV 78

Riarun didn’t know what to do and simply bit his lip.

His lips, flushed red, were pressed so hard they seemed on the verge of tearing.

As if telling him not to do that, a dry index finger pressed firmly against the center of his lower lip.

Riarun lifted his head.

Banwes’ other finger, coated with scentless oil, dug in a little deeper.

The tight inner walls barely managed to swallow the first knuckle, clenching around it as if trying to sever it.

It was the only moment, when touching Riarun, that Banwes ever felt heat instead of coolness—heat like molten lava.

The tender, moist inner flesh that clung to him with no gap, sucking greedily, had once again become reality, not a dream.

Because Riarun had gathered his hair and tied it, his white, straight shoulders and swan-like nape were exposed completely.

Even if he had gained a little flesh, he was still too slender for the man.

His hips were so small that, during their first time, Banwes had been nervous even inserting a single finger inside.

And yet, though it was only the second time—it already felt both dizzyingly distant and comfortably familiar, as if he had possessed him for a long time.

If he simply closed his eyes and remained silent, Riarun seemed so fresh and noble that not even the High Priest could dare approach him…But during intercourse—his face flushed red, the corners of his mouth glistened with saliva, and his whole body quivered as he reached climax.

That sight was his alone. It was only just beginning, and already Banwes regretted that it would soon end.

He wished for a next time. No—even that was too shallow a wish.

A far more dangerous thought rose within him.

How dare a half-beast dream so greedily. He wanted him to belong to him forever.

There might be countless stars in the sky, and though he had never actually seen them, Riarun resembled a star more closely than anything else.

He was copulating with a shining star.

If he rewound time back to the moment when Riarun, with that infuriating face, had first muttered about being indebted to him—he realized he’d thought the same even then.

He had simply refused to admit it.

That Riarun was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

All of Banwes’ previous harshness had been instinct—a desperate attempt to pull himself free from being entangled by this youth.

There was no other explanation.

“Ugh…”

Another finger invaded his hole.

The finger thrust straight up, stabbing him so sharply that Riarun gasped aloud. He clenched his teeth and endured the foreign sensation.

Pitying him, Banwes offered a finger to his mouth.

At first Riarun hesitated, but once he realized he couldn’t hurt it no matter how hard he bit, he bit down more freely.

The slick finger moved, pressing and pulling against the hole, widening it.

Panting, Riarun sometimes brushed his soft tongue against the finger.

Whenever saliva threatened to drip from his gaping mouth, he instinctively sucked on the finger.

When his finger was sucked warmly into Riarun’s mouth, Banwes closed his eyes and groaned low. The flesh below and the flesh above—the sensation of both of Riarun’s soft, hungry openings drove Banwes into a heady daze, as if he were already fully inside him.

But for now, only Banwes could feel this melting pleasure.

He knew very well how much pain Riarun had suffered to prepare his body for him.

It had begun as an attempt to ease the suffering inflicted by a demon, yet it had forced Riarun to endure the agonizing discomfort of being penetrated, sweating all over.

If he simply thrust into that deeper, hidden place—Riarun wouldn’t even feel pain.

He would forget the hurt, his face would flush with lust, and obscene sounds would spill from his lips.

All the tightly tensed muscles would loosen and collapse.

Banwes bent his middle finger—a finger too long and thick to be called “just a finger”—inside.

He found the hidden spot.

He pressed against Riarun’s prostate directly.

“If, if you touch there, ngh…!”

From Riarun’s slightly parted lips, a desperate moan escaped.

Not knowing what to do, Riarun buried his forehead against the man’s neck.

His waist twisted and recoiled involuntarily, then trembled as pleasure overtook him.

Banwes pressed firmly and repeatedly against the same spot, adding more fingers.

Riarun’s entrance tightened violently. His white legs shook, his toes curled up tight. The hot, wet inner walls, soaked in stimulation, filled the air with a heavy, musky scent.

“Stop, stop it… uhn, you haven’t, ngh, put yours in yet…”

Riarun barely managed to protest through sweet, tearful moans.

That very object was still hovering in the air—thickly erect, dripping pre-cum.

Hearing Riarun’s words, Banwes’ vision flashed white with excitement.

If I put my cock in…would that make it alright?

Four fingers withdrew swiftly from the hole. His oil-slicked hand gripped Riarun’s waist tightly.

Since Riarun wasn’t leaning back against the bed, Banwes had to use his hands to support Riarun as well. In other words, he was short on hands.

“The first time you put it in… it looks like you’ll have to use your hand.”

The pale cheeks, realizing the meaning, were deeply stained with shame.

Riarun, with his head deeply bowed, spread his buttocks apart. his long, white fingers sank into the round flesh, which was as pale as bread.

The tip of the glans barely fit into the widely opened hole. Riarun took a deep breath. Holding back his fear, he slowly lowered his hips.

Like a bird brooding over its eggs, he slowly took the hard, fleshy pillar within him.

“Heugh…….”

The glans, slick with oil, seemed to enter easily, but the deeper parts were too tight to allow any further passage.

His knees resting on both sides of the floor were excessively trembling. He couldn’t sit completely. The man had to continuously support my waist and lift me.

He was terrified of the moment he would collapse in exhaustion. The terrible piercing that awaited him if he fell.

It was a continuous cycle of moments where the vision blurred and then went dark again. Banwes lifted him with both hands, and thanks to him forcibly bending his knees, his stomach finally felt full.

Riarun struggled to open his eyes. His left eye stung a bit due to the sweat that had trickled down. He unconsciously looked down.

‘No way, I didn’t realize this last time because I was so out of it.’

The man’s genitals wasn’t all in. The pubic hair brushed dangerously close to his buttocks.

He feels like his stomach will burst if he penetrated any deeper, but this is really the best he can do.

‘Are we not going to make it all the way through?’

First came shock, then came fear.

If he sit down, he’ll really get pierced and die.

“Don’t let your guard down.”

He repeatedly urged Banwes. The man nodded obediently. Since he saw Riarun terrified, he wouldn’t mess it up.

Panting after he took the penis all the way in, Riarun, now noticed his half-erect penis.

The penis, which had been prodded and stimulated by fingers, was going limp again. It hadn’t completely deflated, and the residual warmth was uncomfortable.

At that moment, his hot inner wall parted, and the penetrating organ struck a certain point.

“Ahh! Yeah, ha.”

As if waiting for this moment, his penis swelled up, turning a deep red, and he didn’t even think it was embarrassing. A shiver of pleasure ran through him. His waist moved on its own.

The body sitting down jolted up and down, causing immense anxiety. Riarun clung tightly to Banwes’ neck as if it were a lifeline. With a desperation unlike any other, far more intense than when he usually rode on his back. The closely pressed collarbone and nape turned pale.

He lifted his thin, white body slightly upwards. The greasy, hideous flesh smeared with oil was pushed out from his entrance and caught on the rim. In that state, he roughly thrust in while twisting his waist, probing the swollen, sensitive spot. Sweat droplets splashed onto each other’s faces, and sweet moans consumed the man’s mind.

“Haa, aah… huff! Haa…”

The castle’s interior was filled with knights and soldiers, but ot noise was actually bearable. It was blocked by the artifact.

The thick, tanned flesh rod made a slapping sound as it hit. Riarun’s eyes turned red and became wet with tears.

Following the lewd movements that stirred inside, the once flat white belly began to bulge with the outline of the glans. Really, struggling with the position, embraced him. His fingers slipped due to the sweat.

“Yeah, ah! Hah.”

The body, trembling with pleasure, fell into rhythm. Riarun gasped, his chest heaving. The pink peaks on either side of his chest swelled red with arousal.

Banwes held back the growling sound with effort and thrust his waist.

The visual stimulation of bare skin heated with excitement, the sensual moans, and the tactile sensation of bodies rubbing and grinding against each other.

Nothing was left unturned in stoking the man’s base desires. At this moment, he couldn’t think of anything.

Banwes increased his thrusting speed, staring intently at the face pressed against his. The flushed face, seemingly forgetting all shame, let out a dizzying moan as he continued. The beautifully shaped penis, fitting perfectly in his hand, nodded on its own. It repeatedly collided with his lower abdomen and the man’s body. Clear fluid dripped down, making the glans glisten. It looked as if it had been coated in sugar.

He wrapped one arm around Riarun’s waist and reached out with his free hand. He rolled the small pink protrusion on his chest with his fingers, which he had been eyeing since earlier.

“Huh, ha…!”

Then, Riarun’s body trembled and tightened as if in a spasm. His lips parted slightly, as if he was also feeling pleasure through his nipples.

Banwes kissed all the way to his lips. He pushed his thick tongue inside, savoring the ecstasy of the taste, and increased the speed of his thrusts.