“Fine. Just spread that pretty hole wide for me.”
“Mmm… Keep pretending you hate it. I’ll do what I need to do.”
Leira’s ass was particularly plump—perfect for riding. Edwin kneaded the flesh with relish, his already thick, flushed cock swelling even harder at the whimpers rising from below. He slapped the pale cheeks a few times, leaving long red marks, then rubbed the tip of his cock against the puckered hole.
“Hmm… Should I wreck this pretty little hole of yours, darling?”
Edwin grinned, leaning down to nip at Leira’s delicate ear as he began pushing the head of his cock into the slick, resisting opening.
‘How the hell did I end up tangled with a monster like this?’
Gripping the reins, Leira forced his hole open with a pained groan, reflecting on their past. Back when they were children, he had been the one doting on Edwin—feeding him when he couldn’t even use a fork properly, back when Edwin had been naive to the point of foolishness. Now, Leira wanted to punch his past self for ever showing that bastard an ounce of kindness. Had he been the root of all this?
“Ahh, nngh… Edwin, don’t tease me like th—!”
Leira sobbed, his body strung taut as Edwin refused to push in or pull out, only teasing the hole. The delicate summer shirt’s pearl buttons had already been torn away by Edwin’s rough hands, and his pants and undergarments were ripped apart at the seams, exposing his ass—darkened from friction, the inner flesh a bright, swollen red, perfectly primed to take a man’s cock. Edwin tormented the hole, slapping it with his thick crown, grinding in circles until Leira wanted to scream.
“You fucking bastard! Stop—nngh!”
“Hah… Your hole’s gotten so dark. Heh. Cute…”
“Drop dead…! Ugh—!”
Even as Leira hurled curses, Edwin only chuckled, low and clear, pressing the tip of his cock against the hole before pulling back, then repeating the motion, driving Leira’s oversensitive nerves to the brink. Normally, the slightest touch made him jolt—but this? He’d explode in no time.
“Stop it!”
“Leira, beg me. Say, ‘Please put your cock in my hole.’”
“Go to hell!!!”
“Now. Say it, or I won’t give you what you want.”
The sheer audacity of demanding this while pinning him to a horse’s back was infuriating. Leira tried to lift himself in rage, but Edwin effortlessly pressed him back down, their bodies flush against the horse’s back. His chest rubbed against the saddle as Edwin, instead of fucking him properly, twisted his exposed hole with cruel fingers.
“Aahh—!”
“Not gonna say it?”
“N-no! I hate you! Just die!”
Tsk. His hole was dripping, yet his temper was as sharp as ever—just like a pampered pet, spoiled with affection.
Edwin treated his reluctant lover—his future countess—as nothing more than a toy, fingers probing deep inside, rubbing the most sensitive spots until Leira’s walls clenched around them. Pre-cum dripped down his wrist, soaking the cuff of his sleeve.
“Nngh, ah, no, don’t—ah!”
“Leira, does your hole feel good?”
The tight flesh clung to his fingers as he pulled out, the red inner walls stretching obscenely. Leira had never been one for physical exertion, yet his hole had strength—no wonder it could take Edwin’s massive cock daily without loosening, sucking him in instead.
Edwin curled his fingers, scraping his nails over the swollen prostate. The inner walls, already scorching, now boiled with need.
“Ahn—! Edwin! Hngh—!”
“Yeah, let’s just stay like this all day.”
Stubbornly refusing to give Edwin the words he wanted, Leira earned himself punishment—fingers twisting, rubbing everywhere but where he needed it most. His own cock, trapped between his stomach and the horse, leaked pre-cum like he’d already cum once.
“Th-there! Ah! Right there—!”
His voice was desperate. Every time Edwin’s fingers brushed that swollen nub inside, his hole fluttered wildly, hungry for the thick cock it knew was coming. He was beyond dripping—he was flooding, his clothes soaked. Edwin finally pressed the head of his cock against the hole, teasing with shallow thrusts.
“Ahhngh! Stop! Don’t pull out—nngh!”
His hole clung greedily, as if it lived to be filled. Leira, who usually had nothing but insults for Edwin, now reached back without thinking, gripping his firm ass, begging him not to withdraw.
“Ugh, I—I hate this…! Faster—!”
“What was that?”
“Hahh—! Nngh! Ah—!”
Leira was beyond coherent words—his hole already milking out a weak orgasm at the mere pressure of Edwin’s cockhead. He wanted to be fucked, not teased, but Edwin was relentless, denying him what he craved most.
The fingers returned, tracing every fold of his hole, pinching and twisting the sensitive rim. Leira sobbed, his hole gushing as he finally broke, tears streaming down his face. The beast behind him would get what he wanted.
“…Put it in me…”
“Can’t hear you.”
“…Shove your filthy cock in my hole—! Hiiingh—!!!”
Before he could even finish, the veiny, throbbing shaft—swollen to its limit—slipped once against the too-slick hole before slamming home in one brutal thrust. The crown rammed against his depths, and Leira’s eyes rolled back, spit dripping from his mouth as his body convulsed in overwhelmed pleasure.
“You little brat, all you do is talk back—snap. Bite me again, and I’ll drop you.”
SMACK!
Edwin’s hand cracked down on his trembling ass, and Leira screamed, his hole clenching tight. The disobedient little hole just had to bite down. Edwin, now deep in the forest as planned, pulled Leira up, coiling his body around him like a snake.
As Leira was lifted, his flattened stomach bulged obscenely, the shape of Edwin’s massive cock visible from the outside. Holding the reins, Edwin gently stroked the distended belly—as if Leira were pregnant—before pointing ahead.
“Leira, look.”
Dazed, saliva dripping from his mouth, Leira followed his gaze—then froze in horror, trying to wriggle free as he realized where they were.
“Ed—Edwin! No—!”
“This’ll be fun, won’t it?”
Edwin was pointing toward the Duke’s family training grounds—a path artificially designed to cultivate knights. The ground was littered with rocks and boulders of varying sizes, overgrown with untrimmed branches and tangled roots, creating natural obstacles.
Leira had ridden here before, but the uneven terrain made it difficult—especially for someone like him, the youngest son, exempt from mandatory military service. He had no reason to frequent such a place.
And now Edwin intended to ride through it with his cock buried to the hilt inside him.
Leira’s face paled. The pressure alone made his lower abdomen ache. If they went through like this, his insides might rupture.
“Edwin! No! Edwin—!!”
But Edwin only grinned, his arms tightening around Leira’s waist as his powerful legs kicked the stallion’s flanks. The horse, suddenly energized, let out a sharp whinny and bolted.
“HAAH—!”
Leira barely had time to scream before the trained stallion spotted a low-hanging branch and—without waiting for command—leaped. The moment its hooves hit the ground, Leira’s stomach bulged outward, the shape of Edwin’s cockhead visibly pressing against his skin.
A broken, ecstatic cry tore through the empty forest. The rough terrain seemed to excite the horse further—it snorted, picking up speed. Leira couldn’t even fear falling anymore. The monstrous cock pounded into him, scraping his walls raw before pulling back, only for the thickest part to ram into him again. The violent motion made his hole feel like it was turning inside out, and all he could do was pant like a dog in heat, tongue lolling.
Every time the hooves struck a rock, Leira wailed, his hands flailing before clutching the reins again. His brain was melting from pleasure. The ridged crown, designed to lock in cum, hammered against his deepest spot over and over. He resented Edwin for not groping his chest—his hands were too busy holding Leira’s distended belly and the reins.
“Hnghaah! Ahhngh! Ahnn—! Edwin! Ah, no—! Ah—!”
“Fuck… Stop biting…!”
Edwin used the horse’s momentum to drive his cock deeper, the thick shaft ramming into Leira’s core. At the same time, Leira’s own cock spat cum onto the horse’s back. He didn’t even realize he’d cum, too lost in the agony of his stomach protruding obscenely with every thrust, his fingers tearing at his own nipples. His broad, well-loved nipples—darkened and swollen from years of abuse—ached to be sucked.
Edwin was obsessed with the sight. The only consolation was feeling the outline of his cock pressing against Leira’s flat stomach through his forearm. Completely aroused, he urged the horse onward. They were nearing the end of the short trail now. Leira’s tight hole, clenched around him, was finally starting to relax, leaking pre-cum as it stretched to accommodate his girth.
“We’re here, Leira!”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
