"Mm, now, now I really, can't..."

"Shall we rest a little."

Killian's kiss fell on Rosha's smooth forehead as he whined. When he pulled out, thick cum dripped and ran from the vaginal opening as it clenched with good elasticity.

"Ahh... ha. Inside my belly, it's so full..."

Rosha seemed unsettled by the sensation of the cum that had pooled inside leaking out, and he sniffled as he touched his own lower belly.

Killian was aroused again at the sight. His face faintly flushed, he smiled with the corners of his eyes curving and wiped away the leaking cum with his hand. Then he pushed his cum-coated fingers into Rosha's mouth, and the moist tongue flinched and moved against them.

"What a mess, letting it spill like that."

"Ugh, mm..."

The sticky, slippery fluid, faintly musky and saturated with Killian's scent, coiled around Rosha's tongue, and Rosha's lashes fluttered.

It should have felt unpleasant, but each time the cum-coated fingers wrapped around his tongue and pressed inside his mouth, heat pooled downward instead.

His body was so sensitive that he felt a sudden fear of becoming addicted to this sensation and never escaping it, and it felt as though his body was no longer moving according to his own will.

After a long while of resting and having his mouth worked over, Killian murmured with laughter in his voice.

"Your Highness. Are you getting hard again while sucking on cum?"

His mischievous hand stroked upward along Rosha's cock, which was half-risen and openly showing its arousal. Rosha parted his teeth with a sharp exhale and groaned.

"Hh... it's, it's your fault, hh..."

"This too is my fault, then."

"You made me... strange, you did."

He mumbled in a slurred voice, his mouth occupied by the fingers. That even his resentful blaming looked adorable, it was impossible to say how thick the rose-colored haze had settled over Killian's eyes.

"Is that so. I do apologize, Your Highness."

A lie. Rosha turned his head sharply and spat out the fingers, and Killian curved his mouth crookedly. Killian, not denying that it had been a hollow apology, guided Rosha to turn over.

"Turn over and lie face down."

"Wh, what are you going to..."

"I'm going to apologize to Your Highness."

He didn't know what apologizing had to do with lying face down, but Rosha obediently followed the guiding hands and turned over. Killian then pulled Rosha's hips back and tilted his rear end upward.

It was such an exposed position that Rosha could feel his back entrance opening to Killian's gaze, and shame and embarrassment washed over him as he tried to lower his hips, but Killian wouldn't allow it.

"I'm embarrassed... this position."

"Why. You look beautiful."

"Wh, what's beautiful about it!"

"Your Highness's back entrance."

All at once, something hot and slick settled between Rosha's pale buttocks with a slow, rolling pressure. A strange sensation clung to the puckered opening. Rosha's hips jerked violently in shock and he quickly swung his hand back.

"Killian! What, what are you doing right now..."

"I'm going to rim your back entrance, so please stay still."

"Ah, not there, really not there! It's dirty, hic..."

He felt the tongue drag in a long lick through the cleft and then stiffen and press in, and Rosha's face burned scarlet. His body curled inward and trembled at the strange sensation.

"I said there is no dirty place on Your Highness's body. I can put my mouth anywhere on Your Highness's body, so please don't make me repeat myself."

Rosha, face buried in the pillow, mumbled quietly.

"You said you'd apologize... liar."

"I am licking you as a form of apology."

"...Pervert."

"My thoughts are as base as my origins, I suppose."

"Don't, agree with that, ah, mm...!"

Killian gripped both sides of Rosha's hips and spread them apart, then pushed his tongue a little deeper, and Rosha clutched the pillow tightly and whimpered. His curled toes trembled. Rosha's cock was rising and hardening.

Killian, who had been licking greedily and working the puckered folds and inner flesh, wiped away the cum running along the labia with his hand again and pushed his fingers into the opening.

The back entrance, slick with saliva, accepted the thick fingers easily with cum as lubricant.

"Ah, hh...! Ah, strange, it's strange, Killian..."

"I'll make it feel good soon."

The finger that had been scratching at the hot, soft entrance pushed a little further in until it was buried about halfway. Rosha groaned at the unfamiliar sensation. It was only one finger, but the foreign pressure felt strong.

"Ah, ahh, Killian... hi, ugh!"

The sensation of being worked inside, which had only felt strange, lasted only a moment before a tremor like an electric shock ran up his spine and Rosha's thighs convulsed.

When Killian began to press and tap against the surrounding walls, the dull, spreading discomfort cleared away and in its place a pleasure lapped in gently like a quiet wave. It was a different pleasure from what he felt through his genitals.

"Ah, ah, ah...! There, something, hi, mm, ha..."

The back entrance, which had been clenched tightly shut, tasted pleasure and began to flutter and clench around the finger. Rosha rubbed his face against the pillow and panted like an animal in heat at the hot sensation that made his mind float. His unfocused gaze darted around in the air.

"You feel things well from behind too. As I thought, you were born for this."

"Hic, hh! Too much, mm...! If you poke there, ah...!"

Two more fingers pushed in and pressed up against the raised inner walls a little harder. As the deep, unfamiliar pleasure built and continued without stopping, it seemed to drive him mad, and Rosha squirmed and struggled with his legs pressing together.

Killian, who had been staring at the strange, beautiful curve of Rosha's arching back as though drinking it in, exhaled a rough, tight breath, as though he could no longer hold back.

"Ha... I'm going to put it in your back entrance, Your Highness. My cock feels like it's going to burst. I rimmed you as an apology, so please forgive me by taking my cock in your back entrance."

"Ah, yours, it won't fit there, ugh...!"

He shook his head and swung his hand back to push Killian away, but Killian caught that slender wrist, pulled his fingers out, and pressed the tip of his cock against the now-open entrance.

The blunt head scratched at the entrance, and the back opening fluttered and strained to take the cock in. He pressed in with force, and the hot inner flesh clung to the shaft with a tight, yielding grip.

"Ah, ah, ahh...!"

Rosha's face, buried deep in the bed as he squirmed, burned hot. His vagina had already felt like his belly would burst, and now with it entering from behind, it felt as though something the size of a log was being threaded through him.

"Hh, yours... you're, you're too big..."

Rosha whimpered and whined, and that only provoked Killian further. Killian gripped his hips firmly and let out a ragged breath, veins rising.

"You don't need to tempt me. I'm already losing my mind."

"Hic, ah, mm...!"

"How far do you intend to drive me mad."

Killian, who had pressed the shaft in and then pulled back until the head caught at the rim, pressed his hips forward again with force. The shaft pushed in about halfway all at once, and Rosha's head snapped back as he convulsed silently.

"..., ...!"

As he moved in and out of that area and dragged the tip of his head against the prostate, ah, ah, broken moans burst from Rosha's lips. The groaning moans that had been strained with difficulty were, somewhere along the way, soaking in a sweet color.

"Mm, mm, hh... ah, hah..."

The back entrance, which had felt like it was tearing, gradually loosened and took the thick cock in with a tight, snug grip. Killian, breathing deeply against the tight pressure and rolling his hips in a slow, languid motion, pressed in to near the root of the shaft, and Rosha's legs twitched and convulsed.

"Hh... you've taken it all. Just a little of the root left, Your Highness."

"Hh, mm... ha."

Killian stroked Rosha's backside as if in praise, then leaned down and pressed his lips to the blade of Rosha's shoulder. In the process, the head of his cock pushed a little deeper inward, and the sensation of it bearing against the inner walls made Rosha whimper.

Killian held Rosha gently in his arms, lips moving lazily against his skin, and only when Rosha's breathing began to quiet did he start to move his hips.

"Ugh, hh, ah, ah...!"

Even having grown somewhat accustomed to it, the size and girth were still brutal. As the cock moved in and out through the hole stretched to its limit, helpless moans broke free again.

Slap, slap, slap, slap. The fluids Rosha produced mixed with Killian's own, growing slicker, and the pace built steadily. Each time Killian drove his hips forward hard enough to send ripples through Rosha's backside, the thick, vein-ridged shaft plunged deep into the back entrance.

Every time the cock, filling him so full his belly seemed to shift, pressed down against the sensitive inner walls, the pleasure was too much. Tears spilled in drops from Rosha's tightly shut eyes. His insides seethed with a deep, burning heat.

"Ahh, mm, there, too, too much, ah, ah!"

"Too good? Getting this cute and hard like that."

Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust...!

Driving his hips forward with force, Killian brought his hand down and stroked Rosha's fully erect cock.

"Hii...!"

The sharp pleasure turned his mind white. Rosha, who had been writhing, spurted semen in weak pulses, then came in a gush right after. Each time the cock pulled halfway out and pressed back in snugly, water sprayed intermittently from around it.

"Your Highness comes so well from the front and so well from behind. So many tears, too. You're leaking too much from both ends. You'll get dehydrated at this rate. Hm?"

"Hic, hh, you, you keep, mm, hh...!"

Overwhelmed by the excessive pleasure, Rosha's eyes flooded and spilled over again. Killian licked those tears away and kissed him, adjusting his pace as he worked his hips. The way he moved, targeting only the points that made Rosha feel it, was relentlessly precise.

In the end, Rosha could not withstand the deep, lingering waves of his next climax, and he lost consciousness. Killian's stamina was simply too much for Rosha to keep up with.

However much Rosha had cried and shuddered, the skin beneath his eyes was swollen and red as he slept soundly. Killian pressed his lips again and again to Rosha's sleeping skin, like a dog craving its owner's affection, and rocked his hips in slow, gentle rolls.

"Ha..."

In the now-quiet room, the obscene wet sounds continued for a long while, followed by Killian's low, boiling groan. It was a climax savored alone, and a lonely one at that.