Camellia 115

The sect leader recoiled in shock but couldn’t escape the tongue digging into him from behind. Wet, squelching sounds filled his ears. Damp, soft flesh soaked through and clung tightly to Seolyeong’s tongue tip.

He twisted his head while holding onto his husband’s hips. When he lightly bit the surface of the hole, a moaning sound, almost like crying, began to echo. It was just the right level to enjoy listening to.

“Huuk, ah… ahhh…”

The restrained body shook back and forth. Honestly, Seolyeong found it irritating that the sect leader kept resisting when he could’ve just relaxed and given in. Things would be better for both if them if he simply let go.

Smooch, smack. He made intentionally sticky noises as he teased the hole’s surface. He thrust in his stiffened tongue, tracing the flushed inner walls, and the spasming passage clenched inward. The tight squeeze on his tongue made Seolyeong laugh.

“You look like you’re enjoying this.”

He slowly pulled back his lips and spoke with a satisfied tone. The sect leader’s legs were trembling. Seolyeong kneaded his plump, tense thigh muscles, making his lower back twitch in response. Amused, he kept moving his hand.

Then he smoothly positioned himself behind the sect leader to press his hips forward. It had become too hard to suppress the impulse any longer.

To be honest, he had been aching to shove his cock inside the sect leader since earlier. He wanted to thrust until the man’s cries grew frantic, replacing his tongue with his cock. His lower half throbbed painfully all the way up to his groin.

“Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.”

But Seolyeong forced himself to stay calm. He didn’t want to let sadistic desire take over and crush the other’s body just for his own gratification.

They say to blood fiends, sex is merely a means to subjugate others and satisfy lust. It’s nothing more than a way for the strong to dominate the weak and express their need to conquer. In short, it’s practically torture.

‘I’m not like the other blood fiends.’

Calming himself, Seolyeong slowly pressed his hips forward. Instead of ramming his cock in recklessly, he gently rubbed the tip against the loosened hole.

“Haa… I’ve really… really been holding back…”

Clear precum dripped from his cruelly swollen glans. The thick urethra matched the massive head perfectly and leaked hot fluid that tickled the inner walls.

“Say something nice to me. Please?”

His body, frozen by yin energy, melted helplessly. Tang Yujae was trembling from the surge of yang Qi radiating from the blood fiend.

The cock slid down along the hole and smacked firmly against his perineum.

“Haah…!”

Even that simple act sent shivers of ecstasy shooting through him. His hips tingled, and his tongue slipped out on its own. Saliva dripped from the tongue that hung out like a dog’s.

Just rubbing his cock along the skin was enough to get him this excited. If he went all the way in, how much more would his vision blur? Tang Yujae was overwhelmed by instinctive fear. He wanted to escape the pleasure that was turning him into a mindless fool.

“Just halfway… I won’t put it all in, really, just halfway.”

Seolyeong stared down at the reddened hole as he warned him in advance. He grabbed his cheeks and spread them apart, revealing folds that gradually exposed the passage beyond.

Damn it. I’ve held back long enough. He slowly pressed his glans into the tempting inner walls. He wanted to shove in all the way to the base in one go, but that might knock the sect leader unconscious. So he held onto the last thread of restraint.

“Ah, ugh… huu, ngh…”

Slick, squelching sounds echoed as flesh was pushed aside. The hard organ stirred inside his hole, making Tang Yujae’s eyes fly open. Pain throbbed behind his burning eyelids.

It felt like his lower belly was being ripped apart by the thick cock. And that was with only the glans inside. It already felt like he had been violated hundreds of times over.

“Haa… Husband…”

Seolyeong was just as on edge. The inner walls clamping down on his tip were unbelievably lovely. That snug, drooling hole made him lose his grip on reason.

He barely held onto his sanity, but it was anyone’s guess when it would snap. As he fought the urge to slam in roughly, his eyes locked onto the pale nape in front of him.

“Don’t let me see your neck. Hide it now.”

He made an absurd demand. If his yang energy had turned Tang Yujae’s entire body into an erogenous zone, the yin energy pouring from him had ignited a fire deep inside the blood fiend.

Seolyeong was tortured by the urge to sink his fangs into that glistening nape. He wanted to pierce the back of his neck and suck fresh blood, as sweet as what filled his insides.

Murderous heat flickered in his crimson-stained eyes.

“I said don’t let me see it, fuck. You’re going to regret it.”

His voice came out in a harsh warning. Not because of the sect leader himself. Seolyeong was furious at his own craving for blood.

Maybe it was because he had once tasted the sweetness of human blood. He now realized that no pig’s or duck’s blood could ever quench the thirst festering inside him. The fullness he felt when he drank blood made by the human heart had been thick and solid. Unlike when he drank beast blood, it left him satisfied for long enough not to crave more right away.

“I really don’t want to live like a monster.”

He muttered in a grim voice. If you listened closely, it almost sounded like self-loathing.

A bitter smirk twisted his lips. He had trained so hard to overcome the limitations of his bloodline, and yet here he was, his heartbeat pounding for blood again.

He clenched his molars and unknowingly pressed his nose to the back of his husband’s neck. As he breathed in deeply, a sweet scent bloomed. The yin Qi thick enough to snuff out a normal person’s life felt like honey to him.

He wanted to bite down and rip out that neck. To chomp it and savor that addictive blood. With bloodshot eyes, he glared at his husband’s back and let out a growl. He looked more beast than man, his instincts on full display.

Gripping that firm waist, he slammed in his cock to the hilt, making the sect leader thrash.

“Ugh, ngh…!”

Dull, wet slapping sounds filled the room. Precum that the hole couldn’t hold spilled out.

Hid butt, taking in the monstrous cock, turned flushed red as it slammed into Seolyeong’s groin. He pushed in and pulled out so deep that his balls smacked against the perineum. Sticky flesh clung to the shaft with every thrust.

The hole was so tight that Seolyeong couldn’t move the way he wanted. Clicking his tongue, he spread it open. After shoving in one finger and stretching it sideways, his cock could finally move more easily.

“Ah! Agh, ngh… ugh… ah!”

Pained moans rang out nonstop. The pain buried deeper than the pleasure stabbed through his lower abdomen.

Because Seolyeong kept thrusting without mercy, Tang Yujae’s face had long since lost any trace of humanity. He felt like he had been turned into a vessel created solely to take this man’s cock.

No, that wasn’t quite right. If it had been a normal man’s cock, it wouldn’t have gone in so far that it bulged against his stomach. It felt like he had been offered up as snack for a monster driven by lust.

“Ugh, Sect Leader… huu… this, this is too much. Fuck, every time we have sex…”

The deranged blood fiend laughed bitterly.

“It’s not you. I’m the one who should go die, ngh, seriously… do you get that?”

Tang Yujae completely agreed. A bastard who only knew how to fuck like this should either die or get castrated.

Even when he got laid first with a woman, he had known better than to just pound away like a fight. He had instinctively adjusted his pace and strength depending on how the woman reacted.

But this crazy blood fiend clearly had even less finesse than he did when he was seventeen. Like he had aged in reverse or something.

Overwhelmed by disgust, Tang Yujae cursed in his head. If he didn’t love this man, he would never have endured this.