GC | Chapter 1.3

“Aaaah!”

When he rolled his tongue over the bead of flesh and licked it clean, Shey kicked at Ruslan’s shoulder with his heel, his cheek trembling. That only made Ruslan more excited. Shey acted as if he hated everything related to Ruslan to death, but his sensitivity was developed to a revolting degree. So even when the man he hated licked his pussy, he dribbled and leaked saliva and piss.

Seeing that, Ruslan could only think that the god of that country must be terribly lustful to keep a priest like this.

“Mmm, does it feel good?”

“Huu, h, hiii…!”

Either he had no mind left to answer, or Shey shook his head wildly like a madman. His black hair spilled messily over the soft pillow.

As Ruslan stretched one long arm upward and groped at his chest, his nipple, even larger than the clit, was easily caught. He tugged at the nipple while licking below, and the sounds of breath leaving Shey’s body only grew more intense.

“Stooop, hhaaah!”

The pussy had become so slick it was practically overflowing as if someone had burst a waterskin beneath him, and the fluid running from the slit had soaked the blanket completely. As Ruslan deliberately made wet sounds while drinking in the pussy juice and rubbing his lips over it, Shey threw his generous hips around in a frenzy.

Because of those indecent movements, slick arousal fluid sprayed everywhere and dirtied Ruslan’s face. Even with that intense motion that made his soft cheek absorb the smell of fish, Ruslan only chuckled in delight.

“I’ll take this out.”

Ruslan muttered low and rubbed his face against the mound of pussy, burying his nose there. Shey, unable to understand what he was saying because of the mumbling, only drew in ragged breaths, when Ruslan’s lips touched the clit bead. Instantly, Shey, already able to guess what would happen from Ruslan’s behavior so far, struggled violently.

“No, no, aaah! Ahuhh!”

As if thrilled by those screams of protest, Ruslan smacked his lips and put the swollen clit and the pussy clamp with the dangling charm into his mouth together, then began to suck.

“Aah! Hngh, ngh! Nghh!”

A sharp, knife-like pain and a prickling pleasure that made the hair stand up on end invaded him at once below. The pain came as a side effect of the excessive fucking, while the pleasure came from the wanton nature that still wanted to be filled.

Ruslan rolled the silver-tasting clamp and the clit together with the tip of his tongue, then switched to sucking with only his soft lips. Between his pursed lips, a smacking sound leaked out, as though an infant were drinking from its mother’s breast.

When he added more pressure and sucked harder, Shey’s strength went out of him, he lost his grip on his knees, and his whole body twisted. As his hips jerked and his limbs writhed like a trapped beast, pussy scent flooded out in waves.

The only thing allowed to Shey, for whom even death had repeatedly failed, was to be bent over and taken again and again by the enemy he hated so much. Fortunately or unfortunately, Shey was crazy about a man’s cock. At least, that was Ruslan’s judgment.

A lovely bastard who would spread his asshole wide for cock.

Chuckling with his clit in his mouth, Ruslan brushed the clamp with his straight teeth. Then the hard silver caught between his teeth, and Shey, who had been screaming mindlessly all this time, suddenly opened his eyes wide.

“W-wait, Ruslan, wait, aaaaah!”

But Ruslan never understood Shey’s fear, and even as his beloved lover turned deathly pale, he yanked the pussy clamp off in one motion. The little silver piece that had been biting into the pussy snapped free with a sharp sound.

“Hhhhn! Huu, huu…! Ah! Ah…!”

Throwing his head back so far his swollen throat was fully exposed, Shey wailed like a madman. Physiological tears and snot poured out together. The already swollen clit had been stretched long by the clamp like an animal horn. It burned as if fire had been lit underneath it, like a sharp dagger had sliced through it.

He could not even tell whether the sensation was pleasure or pain. Shey burst into ragged sobs and, still lying down, kicked his hips up into the air again and again, rolling around like a crushed caterpillar. It felt as though he had fallen lower than even a beast.

Overwhelmed by a headache-inducing flood of sensation, Shey’s hands moved on their own to rub at his pussy. Whether he was trying to heighten the pleasure further or soothe the excessive stimulation, even Shey himself did not know.

“There goes another blanket.”

Clicking his tongue, Ruslan poked the widely opened slit of pussy with his cock, whose thickness was similar to Shey’s ankle. When he first had Shey, the color had been light and the entrance tight, clearly showing he had never once even masturbated with his own hand.

But now the slit was open wide, as if always ready to take a cock. He had teased him a few times by calling it a birth canal, but it really was as wide as if it had delivered a litter of children.

“Shey, are you listening? I said I’m going to ruin the blanket.”

“Hic… Hii…”

“You never listen when someone talks, do you. Is it because you’re such a pussy bitch…?”

Muttering as if slightly exasperated, Ruslan soon looked like he did not care either way. In this mansion of endless wealth and luxury, he could have as many blankets as he wanted, a hundred or a thousand.

“First, let’s get my cum out.”

With a fresh smile, Ruslan kissed the corner of Shey’s slack mouth. A sweet sound followed, a soft smooch, incongruous with the violence of the fucking. He pressed on the backs of Shey’s knees until they were forced up beside his ears, and the flexible body curled into a round shape, the fleshy cheeks of the ass lifting upward. It looked like an overturned deep bowl.

With Shey in that position, Ruslan lined up his overlarge cock, hanging heavily downward, with the entrance of the pussy, then drew his waist back slightly and drove in hard with a wet smack.

“Aaaah!”

“Huu…”

Even though he ravaged that cunt every single day, it still felt like his brain was melting every time. The cock that close friends teased him about, calling it stallion-sized, plunged into Shey’s stomach in one movement. Because of its impossible length, Shey let out a tiny retch as usual.

“Should I flood your womb with cum?”

With only that one thrust, the cock pierced the cervical opening and roamed inside recklessly. The inside of the pussy, once rough and uneven from all the use, had now worn smooth from cock after cock.

“Shey. I’m asking if I should fill your incubator with cum.”

“Ahnh! Hng, ugh, ngh…”

Shey, almost folded in half by Ruslan and hammered into like a stamp, gave a whimper that was half a moan, half an answer. Ruslan could not make sense of it at all, so a little irritated, he grabbed Shey by the hair. Those even black brows drew together beautifully.

“Answer properly.”

“Y-yes, i-in the womb… fill it…”

“You should have said that from the beginning. Anyway, you can’t even have kids, and look how badly you lust.”

Ruslan grinned wickedly and bent lower, driving the insertion even deeper.

“Huuuhh, ah, it’s too deep in my belly…”

As the long, horse-cock-like pillar of flesh ravaged the pussy, Shey drew in ragged breaths. He wanted to clutch his stomach, but with his ankles hooked over Ruslan’s broad shoulders, he could not move at all. His only possible form of expression was to lie under the man pinning him down with both wrists bound at once and cry.

“Why are you doing that again? You’re soaking the pussy all the same. Huu, fuck, but why… why isn’t there a baby? Hah… A bitch who drinks up my cum can’t even carry a child.”

“Ahuuh…! Huu, hu, aaah! There, ah!”

“Where, here?”

“Uh-huh!”

When he struck just above the navel, Shey’s waist trembled and his toes curled. Just by looking at his eyes, half rolled back already, Ruslan could tell how intense the climax was, and he began licking the pale underarm with gusto.

“Ah! I hate that part…!”

Shey shook his head at the ticklish sensation and the feeling that his hidden places were being exposed completely, but the more he was refused, the more Ruslan seemed to get excited, until the horse cock swelled even more than before. Even though the pussy opening had expanded far enough now to shove in and pull out a normal log without trouble, the skin of the slit still strained as if it might tear.

While thrusting heavily below to turn the inner pussy over and licking and sucking at the underarm with his mouth, Ruslan buried his nose in the skin and inhaled. For some reason, even after Shey sweated heavily, he never gave off a disgusting body odor. Instead, a soft, sultry scent lingered, luring in stray men. No matter how he thought about it, it was no different from the stink of a bitch in heat.

“Shey.”

“Huuuh, hngh…!”

“Shey, I love you.”

With that confession, spoken so easily, he showered him with little kisses. It was the behavior of a man who loved the person in his arms so much he hardly knew what to do with himself.

“Why are you so cute? No wonder I keep getting dragged around by you, you wicked little bastard.”

He cursed freely, but his voice still carried a whining tenderness. Year after year, his feelings only deepened, and this one-sided love did not even feel unfair.

Ruslan rubbed his cheek against Shey’s sternocleidomastoid, then pressed his lips to the soft mouth and muttered, “But why does Shey hate me so much… Still, you do like my cock, don’t you? You must. Where else would you taste a cock like this?”

“Huu, fuck, bastard. Stop talking bullshit and just… hngh… fuck me…!”

“Okay, got it.”

Ruslan nodded obediently, drew his cock out to the head, and then drove straight back in from above, plunging into the black pussy with a wet, heavy sound.

“Mmm!”

The flesh pillar, veins wrapped around it like tree roots, tore through the darkened pussy in a frenzy. It was so huge it was hard to believe it belonged to a human body, and even the lightest push filled her all the way to the end of the womb. The huge cock in the truest sense of the word had stretched the lower body to its limit.

Each time he thrust, the tip and the cervical opening met and made a smacking sound, like tongues licking tongues. Slick pussy juice and leaking cum mixed together and overflowed from the slit as if she had pissed white.

“Aaaah! Ruslan, mmh! Feels good, Ruslan, more, there! Ah!”

“You like it?”

“Mm, mm!”

The beloved lover he adored to death screamed and commanded him, and Ruslan fucked her like a rutting boar on heat.

This damned bitch ignored everything Ruslan told her to do, everything he asked for, and over the course of years of coaxing and threats, she had only barely been trained to respond to stimulation.