DKFTI 139

“Look at you dripping already. So filthy.”

“W-who do you think made me like this… nngh! And stop using such dirty words!”

Sibel screamed as Aizen gripped his penis tightly. The heat and friction of his palm stimulated his sensitive mucous membrane. Aizen rubbed the tip of the glans with his thumb and asked teasingly.

“Do you like it?”

“Ugh…”

Sibel didn’t have time to respond. But in the meantime, Aizen’s hand movements quickened. He couldn’t focus on the up-and-down strokes. His eyes flashed and his toes curled.

“Ah, ugh! There, there… Ugh!”

“Here?”

Sibel groaned as Aizen pressed on the tip of his glans. He twisted his bound wrists and called out Aizen’s name.

“Aizen… please…”

“What are you asking for? You need to speak clearly.”

“No, ah, hmph…”

No word escaped his lips. He wanted him to fill his empty body. To ruin him with that hot, hard thing.

Reading Sibel’s desire, Aizen grinned mischievously. He threw off his pants and spread Sibel’s legs wide apart. His private parts were exposed, and Sibel turned his head away in shame.

“Look at me.”

Aizen turned Sibel’s head to face him. His eyes were ablaze with desire.

Aizen slathered his fingers with oil. Sibel flinched when the cool liquid touched his entrance.

“Relax a little. That way, it won’t hurt.”

“Because, I can’t… do whatever I want…”

Gently, but firmly, Aizen pushed one finger in.

“Nngh…!”

The sensation of something foreign entering him made Sibel gasp. His narrow inner walls tightened, as if rejecting the intruder. But Aizen ignored it and moved his fingers. He stroked, stretched, and probed, carving a path.

Aizen kissed Sibel’s forehead and moved his fingers. The inner walls clenched tightly around his finger, then slowly released it in time with Aizen’s gentle movements.

“Huh… It’s so tight.”

Aizen exhaled and inserted another finger. A squelching sound rang in his ears.

“Ah, it hurts… Ugh, Aizen…”

“Yes, yes. Just a moment. I’ll make you feel better soon.”

Aizen’s fingers pressed against a specific spot on his inner walls.

“Ang!”

The moment a single moan escaped his lips, Sibel bit them. Ang? Not “ah,” not “nngh,” not “hnn”, but ang? His face flushed bright red.

Aizen’s voice cracked. His patience was wearing thin. He withdrew his fingers and pulled out his savagely swollen member. Sibel gasped at the sight of its size, but didn’t back down. Instead, he spread his legs wider and wrapped them around Aizen’s waist.

“We need to take it slow… you understand?”

“I’ll try.”

Aizen swallowed Sibel’s lips and slowly pushed his glans in.

Sibel had been fooled every time. Aizen always promised to take it slow and careful, but he’d never kept his word. And Sibel knew he wouldn’t.

“Ugh…!”

The overwhelming pressure of that heavy mass forced its way into his narrow entrance. Sibel dug his nails into Aizen’s back and moaned. It hurt, but the sensation of being filled so completely made pleasure surge to the top of his skull.

Aizen waited for Sibel to adjust. He licked the sweat from his forehead and whispered hotly into his ear.

“Are you okay? Should I put more in?”

“Hmm…”

As soon as he gave permission, Aizen thrust all the way to the root.

“Huh!”

“Haa… It’s warm. I’m going crazy.”

Aizen buried his face in Sibel’s neck and let out a ragged breath. His inner walls tightened, pulsating, and he clung tightly to Aizen’s member.

Aizen began to move his hips, softly at first, then gradually increasing his speed. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh mixed with the sound of the rain, creating a rhythm.

His huge cock split his softened hole open with every thrust.

“Ah, ah! Ah, Aizen, there, it’s deep…!”

“You don’t like it because it’s deep?”

“No, no… It feels good, uh, it feels good…!”

Aizen’s mischievous smile deepened at Sibel’s honest response. He deliberately poked and rubbed only the spots Sibel felt.

“Do you like it here? Doing it like this?”

“Ah, hmph! Don’t make me talk…!”

As Aizen thrusted in hard, Sibel’s body jerked upward. His pleasure-drunken eyes stared at him.

This was one of the reasons Aizen became so wild in bed. One look at those wet, pleading eyes and his cock would stand right back up even after he’d just come.

The pace of his thrusts quickened. Smack, smack, smack.. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh became more intense.

His sticky skin felt good. Aizen buried his face in Sibel’s neck.

Sibel’s body, with its refreshing scent, always stirred a dark desire to bite him and fill his stomach. Aizen buried his nose in his neck, sniffing, and continued to move his hips.

“Ugh, ugh…”

“I-I feel like I’m going… slowly, ugh!”

Aizen’s lips engulfed Sibel’s. As if he didn’t want to waste even a single breath.

“How about holding on a little longer… ugh?”

Sibel glared at Aizen through his blurred vision, hearing his soft voice, oblivious to his urgent situation.

“Right now, ugh… it feels so good. I want to, um, stay inside of here forever.”

His hands were gentle, soothing and comforting, but his hips still moved fiercely.

“I-I can’t hold it in! Ah! Ugh…!”

Finally, Sibel’s back arched as he ejaculated. White fluid splashed across Aizen’s abdomen. As Sibel’s inner walls contracted violently with his climax, Aizen couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Ugh…!”

Aizen’s semen flooded deep into Sibel. Sibel shivered as the hot liquid filled his insides.

The two held each other for a long time, breathing heavily. The cool air felt as their sweat-soaked bodies cooled, but their bodies still felt warm.

“…Haah.”

Aizen wiped the sweat from Sibel’s forehead. His penis was still inside him.

“When do you think I’ll ever get tired of this?”

Aizen asked softly, running his finger over Sibel’s flushed eyes.

He seemed genuinely curious. Sibel thought he’d done enough, he’d ejaculated enough, but why did he only become more and more greedy the more he fucked him?

Sibel snorted in exasperation.

“…Would you ever get tired of it?”

His words were sarcastic, suggesting, “How could a pervert like you ever get tired of it?” But Aizen took it quite positively.

“Right? You wouldn’t get tired of it, right?”

Aizen grinned and nipped the bridge of Sibel’s nose. Sibel, dumbfounded, stared at the ceiling and muttered.

“I think about 500 years?”

“500 years for what?”

“I think that’s how long it’d take before I get tired of this.”

When Aizen casually brought up the 500-year theory, Sibel narrowed his eyes. “A bit short?”

“What’s with that look in your eyes?”

“Well, isn’t your ambition a bit modest…?”

Aizen laughed heartily at Sibel’s words.

“I’m a pitiful human who’s been caught by this Demon King and forced to serve him day and night.”

“…You’re not even human, and you’re too self-serving to be called a servant.”

Sibel retorted, dumbfounded. Regardless of what Sibel said, Aizen hugged him tightly from behind. He really did love rubbing against him.

Sibel flinched as his hot breath tickled the inside of his ear.

“Ugh… It tickles. Move away.”

He writhed, trying to escape Aizen’s embrace. But it was a mistake.

Their still-joined parts shifted with his movement. His walls wriggled, and the cock buried inside him instantly responded.

“…….”

Aizen’s gaze changed in an instant. His once languid, relaxed eyes once again took on a beastly glow.

“Huh…?”

Sibel sensed a change within his stomach. Aizen’s member, which had softened slightly after ejaculation, suddenly began to fill with blood and swell. Sibel’s eyes widened at the sensation of its volume growing so large it seemed as if it was about to tear him apart.

“Wait a minute… Why, why is it growing again…?”