SWY 76

“Haah!”

Lestel gripped Sharhan’s hips tightly and, bracing his lower abdomen, slowly pushed his hips forward. The tightly closed entrance parted, and the tip of his glans sank slightly into Sharhan’s body. It was barely in, yet the ecstasy Lestel felt made him breathe in short gasps as he pushed in deeper.

Even though he had loosened him up thoroughly with his fingers, the sheer size of Lestel’s cock made penetration difficult. The inner walls, clenching tight, resisted the intrusion with stubborn contractions.

Letting out a long breath, Lestel drew his hips back and then pushed in harder than before with all the strength in his lower body.

“Ah, aaah! …Ah, haah!”

Sharhan groaned in pain. The sensation of being forcibly spread open, of something hot and solid pushing into him, was far worse than he’d imagined. Cold sweat broke out across his forehead, and his arms trembled. Reflexively, he tensed up, and from behind, Lestel let out a strained moan.

“Shan, don’t tense up. Ngh! I can’t go any further like this.”

Lestel had barely managed to get the glans inside. But with Sharhan’s whole body clenching, his cock was caught, he couldn’t push in further or pull back. Sweat beaded on his forehead too. He’d noticed it while loosening him with fingers, but the reality of actual penetration was different from what he had imagined.

He’d thought it would be tight, sure, but not this difficult. Just getting the tip inside had taken everything he had. The inner walls were squeezing him so hard it hurt, but he didn’t want to pull out. He only wanted to go deeper.

“You think this is easy?”

Sharhan cursed at Lestel in his head for demanding that he relax. Still, he tried his best to release the tension from his body.

He took deep breaths. Tried to think of something else. But it wasn’t easy. The position was uncomfortable, and the intrusive feeling, like a massive stone being forced into his gut, kept distracting him.

It fucking hurts.

It felt like Lestel’s cock was splitting him in two. Worse than being stabbed or slashed with a sword.

“Honey, want me to touch your cock?”

Lestel leaned forward, pressing his chest against Sharhan’s back, and whispered. Sharhan, dazed, nodded without thinking.

“Touch it.”

Lestel wrapped his hand around Sharhan’s cock and started stroking. As the pain of being breached sent his body sinking down again, his cock slowly began to swell. When Lestel scratched at the slit with his nail, he became fully hard and even twitched.

As pleasure returned to him, Sharhan’s body began to loosen. Lestel seized the moment and pushed his cock deeper. The glans, which had been stuck at the rim, suddenly slid inside.

“Ah, haah!”

Lestel continued to stroke Sharhan as he pushed deeper. Though Sharhan was still tight and his body resisted the intrusion, it was better than before. Little by little, with steady pressure, the walls gave way, allowing Lestel’s cock to sink deeper.

Focusing all his awareness on his lower body to avoid rushing, Lestel finally buried himself completely. Reaching the base, he even felt a wave of bliss.

“It, it’s all in?”

“Yeah. Just like I thought, all the way. Honey, can you feel it?”

Lestel ran his hand over Sharhan’s belly as he said it. Sharhan could only think It’s finally all the way in, and didn’t have the mind to respond. Lestel’s hand had helped bring some pleasure to the front, but the back still felt uncomfortable.

He could clearly feel the huge thing lodged inside him. The pain of his flesh being forcibly spread hadn’t gone away. Sweat dripped from his forehead into the water.

‘Did it really all go in? That huge thing?’

He could hardly believe it. That Lestel’s cock was entirely inside him… it meant their bodies were joined. Realizing that made his legs weak, and his toes curled. It wasn’t pleasure. Honestly, his ass still just hurt, there was no pleasure to be found there.

‘Are we really… connected now?’

He knew that’s what sex was, but still, his head flared hot, and warmth spread through his whole body. Just that thought made him feel like he could come. Sharhan glanced down at his cock, twitching hard against his belly, and blushed.

“I’m going to start moving.”

Lestel, still holding Sharhan’s waist, began to thrust, just like he’d warned. He slowly pulled out the cock he’d barely gotten inside, then drove it back in hard before the walls could clamp shut again. Then he repeated the motion, again and again.

“Ah, aaah! Haah!”

With each thrust, Sharhan’s insides grew softer. The feel of pulling out completely and then slamming back in, how the opening stretched wide and then clenched down tight around him, was indescribably good.

Lestel, overwhelmed with pleasure, kept moving his hips. The earlier difficulty was gone. He hadn’t expected this kind of bliss in a place that had fought him so hard. No fantasy could compare.

“Haah, it feels amazing. Shan, does it feel good for you too?”

“Ha, aaah!”

Lestel sounded half out of his mind as he asked. This was the body he’d dreamed of and imagined endlessly. Staying sane was impossible.

But Sharhan was still in pain. His cock was hard, twitching like it might come at any moment, but his ass ached. The two conflicting sensations battling for dominance in his body felt surreal.

“Ah, haah! It, it hurts.”

Every time Lestel pulled out and rammed back in, the rim burned. When his cock thrashed deep inside, his lower stomach bulged with the movement, Sharhan found the sensation terrifying. Seeing him in pain, Lestel finally came to his senses a little.

“Honey, where should I hit?”

“What?”

“Is it deep? Or shallow? If you give me a rough idea, I’ll try to find it.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“I mean the spot that makes you moan.”

Just as he was about to snap, something came to mind. He’d heard that inside a man’s ass was a spot that, when hit, could make even a eunuch get hard. Depending on the person, it could be shallow or deep. That’s what Lestel was asking, but Sharhan had no way of knowing.

“I, I don’t know.”

“How can you not know?”

“If I say I don’t know, then I don’t! Why are you questioning me? Just shut up and come already. Haah! I’m exhausted.”

Sharhan snapped at him. Lestel tried poking around Sharhan’s inner walls with his cock to find the spot that would make him shudder.

But it wasn’t easy. Wherever he hit, Sharhan only grimaced in pain. Frustration bubbled up. Lestel figured it had to be because he was inexperienced.

Where the hell is it?

Grinding his teeth, Lestel began thrusting faster and harder in his desperation to find it. But the pleasure he’d been holding back finally overwhelmed him. The walls clinging to his cock with each thrust, squeezing and releasing, just enduring that had pushed his patience to the limit.

“Shit, it has to be in here somewhere.”

Muttering under his breath, Lestel thrust inside Sharhan a few more times and finally came hard, unable to hold back. Warm semen flooded into Sharhan’s insides.

As Lestel slowly withdrew, savoring the lingering sensation of the walls clinging to his cock, the stretched entrance followed the motion, and a fresh wave of cum spilled out and dripped down.

“Are you done?”

Sharhan, still breathing heavily, hadn’t come yet. Seeing that, Lestel bit his lip, then wrapped his arms around Sharhan’s waist. Pulling him between his legs, he grabbed his cock and started stroking it.

He squeezed the shaft hard, scraped the surface with his nails, massaged his balls. Finally, he dug into the slit of the tip with his nail, and Sharhan came with a burst.

Completely spent, Sharhan collapsed against Lestel’s chest, gasping for breath. He felt more drained than after his first day on the battlefield. Every part of him ached, and he didn’t want to move.

He couldn’t tell if sex was always this exhausting, or if it was just because it was his first time. When he glanced up at Lestel, though, the man looked thoroughly satisfied. His crescent-moon eyes still carried the glow of pleasure.

“Did it feel good?”

“Yeah. It was insanely good.”

“Is that so…”

Just looking at his expression was enough to know how amazing it had been for him. Lestel rubbed his chin affectionately against the top of Sharhan’s head. His fingers, caressing Sharhan’s firm abs, were gentle and soft.

“But you didn’t come from it… Are you not sensitive back there? Or…”

“You shoved a ridiculously huge cock into a place that wasn’t even meant for that. Of course it hurt, what else did you expect? A-and I’m just not that sensitive.”

Seeing Lestel’s frown, Sharhan added, trying to explain.

“Really? But you know, some guys can come from just that. Once we find your spot, I’m sure you can too. I just rushed today ‘cause I’ve been holding back for so long… Next time, I’ll definitely find it. Then I’ll be the first man to make you come just from getting fucked.”

Lestel rambled like he was drunk on affection, but the only word that truly stuck with Sharhan was next. He couldn’t bring himself to ask there’s going to be a next time? Lestel just looked too happy right now.

“It’s cold now. Let’s wash up and get out. Even if it’s just for a moment, let’s rest.”

Instead of replying, Sharhan stood up, thinking, Getting fucked hurts too much. There’s no way Lestel could handle it. Unlike himself, who could endure pain and discomfort, Lestel was a pampered noble heir, he was bound to be weak to pain.

As Sharhan stood, Lestel followed. As the heat faded, a biting chill crept in. The two quickly washed off, grabbed the clothes Yuel had left, and jumped into bed. They didn’t dress right away. After all, skin-on-skin felt better.

As expected, Lestel wrapped his arms around him like it was the most natural thing in the world, and Sharhan didn’t refuse. In a cold room with no heating, there was nothing more comforting than another human’s warmth.