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Extra Story 2–8

Over the past half-year, I had tangled bodies with him more times than I could count. I’d thought that if I got used to it, I’d grow indifferent, but that had been an absurd idea.

Instead, I became more sensitive with every passing day.

When I was sloppily beneath him, everything about daily life vanished from my mind. My whole body would be drenched in fluids, and even the sheets brushing against my skin would sting and make me cry out. I was genuinely afraid the two of us might just die mid-act.

With tears in my eyes, I would push him away during the day or insist we only sleep at night, trying to preserve what remained of my sanity. If we kept clinging to each other endlessly, I was scared I’d devolve into something less than human.

I’ll admit it. I must be insatiable.

If we do it once, I’m left wanting more and open my legs for him first.

Twice, and I hit my limit. My vision spins, but when Banwes begs, and I’m already worked up, I go for a third round out of sheer stubbornness.

After that, I usually end up half-passed-out, nodding off while Banwes bathes me.

His scent was comforting, but when aroused, it mingled with a particular lewd musk and sweat that made my lower stomach burn. I’d tell him “just once” as if doing him a favor, [visit our site]but the moment his finger slipped into me, I’d tremble and bite his arm.

Gnawing on his sweet skin while bearing the intrusion, I heard him chuckle low above me.

“If you hadn’t said we could, I’d have been crushed with disappointment.”

He murmured with a smirk. His fingers pressed deep inside, growing bolder with every motion.

“I don’t care. What do you want me to say? It’s your fault…”

A snappish tone slipped out for the first time in a while. But Banwes must’ve found it just as endearing and enticing, because he leaned down and kissed my wet lips with a soft smack.

“Can I flip you over?”

Was he changing our position? I nodded, not thinking much of it.

He wrapped one arm around me and flipped me over in one smooth motion. I ended up on my elbows, face down on the bed, hips raised, his fingers still buried inside.

“Ah—!”

His knuckle pressed against my balls, drawing out an embarrassingly sharp moan.

***

Even before entering, Banwes had flipped Riarun over and left his ass facing the ceiling.

Then he stared, shamelessly admiring the twitching rear with a hungry gleam.

His pale, round buttocks were slightly parted, still gripping Banwes’s fingers. The sight of those fingers stuffed between his cheeks was filthy. The line that extended from his nape down his back and over his ass flushed bright red in shame, trembling all over.

The curves of his pink-tinged knees, the sleek lines of his calves, and the way his toes curled and twitched, it all made Banwes’s pupils burn with heat.

He twisted his fingers, exploring the tight inner walls that clung greedily. With a flex of his wrist, he ground into a particular angle.

“Hh—!”

Just a few fingers were enough to make the delicate, pale body bend at the waist, he knew it better than his own.

He drove them in with obscene squelching sounds, plunging like a cock. The slick juices smeared all the way to his wrist and made a mess between Riarun’s thighs.

“Haah, mmgh! Aah! Wh-Why, ugh, ah—!”

This wasn’t just to loosen him up, Banwes wanted to make him climax with fingers alone. It was a filthy side of him.

Just the fact that I can wreck you with one hand…

How had someone with such a sweet and responsive body survived the cult? How had he made it out of that den of filthy gazes and the cult leader’s claws, only to give that precious body to Banwes?

A low growl rumbled in his throat. Even after half a year, maybe forever, the fury toward those cultists he’d killed with his own hands would haunt him.

Though overwhelmed and writhing, Riarun couldn’t bring himself to escape. The pleasure had him locked in place, his hips twitching like he was bound. His waist and ass shook lewdly before Banwes’s eyes.

His entrance was swollen and flushed, reacting with hypersensitivity to every touch.

And in the end, before they even started, Riarun came while bent over. His untouched cock spilled white all over the bed.

“Haa… Haa…”

His vision flickered. The pleasure exploded, and the lingering tremors coursed through his whole body like a shockwave.

Riarun collapsed once, then forced [visit our site]himself to roll over, ready to hit Banwes. But the man beat him to it, pressing his face into Riarun’s bare shoulder.

Banwes’s shaft, already near the limit, stood rigid and angry, veins bulging along the thick, dark red length. Pre-cum dripped steadily from the tip. Every breath he took, every time he inhaled Riarun’s scent, made it twitch violently.

“If I put it in now, I’ll probably cum right away. But since it’s only one round tonight, I just wanted to enjoy you a little more first… I shouldn’t have. Now I really will finish the moment I’m in.”

The man, worried that Riarun might storm off to the bathroom in anger, wore a face like he was about to be cast into hell.

He looked desperate and earnest, but in truth, he was the type who would sell his soul just to sleep with Riarun.

Riarun, still sniffling, knew all too well how two-faced he was, but even so, he squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them.

“Ugh…!”

A sudden, tight jolt clamped down on his exposed member. The man looked down in surprise, Riarun’s slender, graceful hand was wrapped firmly around him.

The moment he saw it, the visual shock sent heat surging through him, and before he could even react, he released a thick burst of semen.

Riarun’s chest rose and fell as if he were the one who had climaxed. Seeing Banwes’s pale, shaken face eased his irritation slightly.

“So from now on, we just call it ‘once,’ right?”

The man blinked in disbelief. The intense, fleeting afterglow hadn’t even passed, and yet Riarun’s words stirred another wave of arousal.

“You think I’ll let you off just for saying nonsense?” he muttered. “Come on—put yours in…”

His voice was rough, mouth slack in awe. The one act of mercy he’d been granted felt like a miracle. He pulled Riarun into a tight embrace.

“Ahh…”

More than the weight of his body, it was the pressure between them—the place where their bodies met—that made Riarun let out a muffled moan.

The man scooped up the slick fluid Riarun had left on the floor and smeared it over himself. The way the thick white gloss clung to the pulsing veins of his shaft gave him a wicked sense of satisfaction.

“Nnh…!”

A high, birdlike moan escaped Riarun’s pale body. As their bodies finally joined, the man grit his teeth and lost the last shred of self-control.

What one had to remember was, this wasn’t land, but the rocking sea. As the cabin swayed, a light dizziness set in, and the sensation of being unmoored made the thrusts feel even deeper.

“Haah, ngh…!”

Their connected bodies ached from the pressure. The intense rhythm lifted Riarun to the sky one second and slammed him back to earth the next.

His shaft drove in hard, tracing its shape deep inside, mercilessly pounding the most sensitive spots. It jabbed and twisted into the inner walls, scraped them on the way out, and drew out gasping, sticky cries from Riarun’s trembling, bare form.

The way Riarun’s teary eyes flushed red with overstimulation cut straight through the man’s composure.

As he licked the tears from Riarun’s cheeks, his cock, already buried inside, swelled even further.

“Hngh, yeah, ah…!”

Riarun couldn’t match the pace. Between the rhythmic slaps, his voice came out weak and broken. The overwhelming pleasure made his body try to flee, hips twitching to escape, but the man gripped him tighter, thrusting in even deeper.

The sounds of flesh meeting flesh, wet, sharp, relentless, faded behind the ears. Riarun’s eyes rolled back, his head tipping, and white liquid shot into the air.

“Ghh…”

Banwes, overtaken by the tight pull of Riarun’s body, couldn’t stop himself. He came hard, no longer able to resist.

Even as he released inside, his hips didn’t stop. Driven by the maddening ecstasy of shattering both body and soul, stolen contenthe kept moving, the wet slap of their bodies echoing from the place they were joined.

“Nnngh, ah… hngh…! Ahh!”

Wait… Wait, Riarun’s lips should have been forming words, but instead, they gave way to helpless, breathless cries. The pressure against his lower abdomen brought tingling waves that nearly tipped him over. The ticklish nausea that made him feel like vomiting was swallowed up by the pleasure.

And just as the man drove into his gut one more time, something inside snapped.

From the taut tip of his cock, a clear fluid erupted.

Banwes stared in disbelief. Riarun, face flushed red and streaked with tears, held his breath as he released a fountain of transparent liquid into the air. Thud—splatter. The rhythm slowed slightly, but the flow didn’t stop, pooling in warm streams over his belly and chest.