DFN | Chapter 2.1

The bedroom of Bellian’s that Ethan was shown to had a simpler atmosphere than he had expected. The dark room, papered in deep green wallpaper, held nothing more than a large canopied bed, a small washstand, and a red velvet chair.

There was only one window, and thick blackout curtains hung halfway across it. Beneath the window, a silver candlestick and a small hourglass were neatly arranged, and there were no unnecessary decorations to be seen.

It didn’t suit the baron’s flamboyant appearance, but thinking of his usual calm and dignified bearing, it was actually a room that suited him quite well.

The maids instructed Ethan to get up onto the bed. He climbed up awkwardly, and they propped a large pillow beneath his waist and seated him with both thighs spread wide open.

Then they pried his buttocks apart and roughly inserted a small bottle into his anal opening. The red liquid inside the bottle flowed into the hole, giving off a sweet floral scent.

“You said your name was Ethan? Putting the fragrant oil in will make it easier to take what Lord Bellian has. It smells nice too.”

The fragrant oil had the same tingling texture as the flower tea he had drunk on the first day he came to the baron’s manor, and it tickled the delicate mucous membranes without pause. He wanted to put his hand in and scratch the itching place, but the maids had connected the harness on his wrists to the strap on his ankles, binding him so that his legs stayed spread in an M-shape, and Ethan couldn’t move easily.

“This is the posture of an obedient bride on his wedding night.”

His limbs were restrained, but the maddening itch he felt below was more bothersome than that. He clenched his anal muscles hard, squeezing and releasing around the mouth of the oil bottle, and the anal folds fluttered, clenching and unclenching repeatedly.

He grew more and more impatient as the fragrant oil seeped in little by little. He wanted this place to be roughly violated soon.

“Since it’s your wedding, we have to dress up your chest prettily too. You’ve been lewdly stretching your nipples and pussy every day just for today, haven’t you.”

The maid removed the metal balls that had been embedded in his nipples. Then she took out a cord and tied it tightly around the base of his nipples, which had turned purple from being pressed down by the metal balls. The two nipples then stuck out, bound like little sausages. The maids flicked the protruding nipples with their fingers and gave their assessments among themselves.

“With nipples shaped for milking well, you’ll be adored by everyone even after you’re married.”

“That’s right. They’re a nice thickness and there’s a good pull to them.”

“Look at this. Just from having his chest touched a little and he’s already got his cock standing stiff. Before he’s even offered his virginity to Lord Bellian, at this rate, later on he’ll be dribbling milk from his cock even while he walks.”

Normally it would have been Ethan who teased the village women, but now it was the opposite. Ethan was nothing more than a dairy cow, naked and bound, showing off his udders and fluttering his rear hole.

The maids, who had removed the oil bottle from his hole, gently stroked Ethan’s head and left. They left behind the compliment that “Ethan, being docile and big-chested, seems like he’ll become Nightrow’s finest dairy cow.”

“The finest dairy cow……”

Those words were quite pleasant to hear. From birth, tilling fields and chopping wood in this place. Had there ever been a time so thrilling and full of pride in a life that had been nothing but tedious no matter what he did, with not a single sense of accomplishment?

His chest swelled. The reason he had vaguely made up his mind to leave for a big city might actually have been because he had never once felt an emotion like this.

Just then, Bellian entered the bedroom. Whether he had come from bathing, the lines of his slightly damp muscles showed clearly through his thin shirt, solid and undisguised.

“Ah, Master……”

In the faint candlelight, his white skin and lustrous pearl-colored hair shone brilliantly. Even in the darkness, the sight of the baron, beautiful and imposing without a single flaw, stirred a different kind of heat inside Ethan than the sense of accomplishment that had filled his chest just moments before.

Bellian slowly took his place in front of the legs that were spread open and bound by the harness. Realizing that the end of his gaze landed directly on his own rear hole, Ethan bashfully cast his eyes downward. He really felt like a virgin bride.

“Your chest and your hole, both dressed up prettily.”

Ethan clenched his spread-open rear hole, making it flutter. Fragrant oil was slowly seeping out through the anal folds, which had opened to about the width of one finger.

“Yes…… Everything was prepared for you, Master. For you, I grew my nipples every day and stretched my pussy hole by poking it.”

“Sweet Ethan. Then shall we recite the law of the right of first night?”

When Bellian gave the command in a gentle voice, Ethan answered in a trembling voice full of excitement.

“……In accordance with the laws of Nightrow, the only duty permitted to me is to prove my loyalty to my master by offering my virginity as a faithful livestock.”

“That’s right. What are you to Nightrow?”

Bellian, who had by now removed his shirt and trousers entirely and climbed naked onto the bed, slipped his fingers between Ethan’s thighs and began to toy with the hole. As his fingers moved in and out of the hole, slippery with fragrant oil, Ethan clenched around them as if he had been waiting for this, and panted.

“I am, haah, Nightrow’s dairy cow Ethan. So for my master, mmh…… to have my udders touched…… and to spurt milk with my cock is……, aang……! My, my joy.”

Bellian looked with satisfaction at Ethan, who remained docile even as his limbs were restrained and his anus was being poked with fingers, and spoke as if bestowing a sacred permission.

“Good. I hope you will become a fine dairy cow, bear many young, and bring prosperity to Nightrow.”

“Yes. Haang…… I will mate a lot, and bear many young too…… I will bear many dairy cows with big udders, for my master……”

Ethan nodded his head enthusiastically, enjoying the movement of the fingers spreading more fragrant oil inside his rear. The joy of the wedding night quietly spread upward and filled his whole body. The resolve to leave this backwater barony vanished without a trace, and in its place, the desire to offer more of himself here settled clearly in his heart.

The fact that his existence held meaning under the name of Nightrow made his chest swell. Or perhaps it was swelling because of the baron’s enormous cock visible before him.

“Master’s, cock…… Haa……”

The tip of the glans, swollen taut to an imposing degree, glistened with a deep color, and fine ridges writhed over the thick shaft as if alive. The shaft below it was thick and full, too much to wrap a hand around entirely, and thick veins stood out blue beneath the skin.

At the base, pubic hair, kept neat to an almost excessive degree, just like his character, wrapped around the thick root of the cock, and below it hung a pair of heavy, weighty balls, making the whole thing look even more massive.

“Ethan. On the wedding night, one must serve with gentleness and gentlemanly conduct, with the intention of satisfying one’s partner. So I will do the same for you.”

Bellian continued to stimulate the anal opening with one hand while extending his other arm to gently pull Ethan’s waist toward him.

“The wedding night kiss.”

“A, a kiss too? Wait, hmm, aah…… Slurp…… Master……”

Bellian pressed his lips to Ethan’s and bent his upper body deeply forward. His fingers dug even deeper, as if crushing the prostate, and at the same time a hot tongue invaded his mouth and swept through it fiercely. Ethan’s breath shook in rapid gasps at the stimulation pressing in from above and below simultaneously.

“Haang…… Ahh……”

Every time the base of their tongues tangled sweetly, Ethan’s mind melted. Is this what a wedding night is? Damn. If it’s like this, I’d go through it hundreds of times, no, thousands of times.

His limbs were restrained and he had no way to escape, but all that helplessness had transformed into dependence on Bellian. Ethan slowly let go of his tension and opened his body and heart, accepting every sensation Bellian gave him.

Soon the fingers withdrew from the hole that had been making wet sounds. While the emptied inside twitched with a hollow feeling, the blazingly hot glans touched the entrance. Ethan, whose body had been wound to its limit, bucked his hips wildly.

“Master, quickly…… Quickly, please violate me. Haa…… Please squeeze my nipples until they tear too. I will squeeze out milk until you are satisfied.”

An instinct that even surprised himself moved him, as if begging him to come in quickly.