The frantic cry snapped Leira’s eyes open just in time to see the massive boulder looming ahead. The stallion was going to jump it. His body convulsed in horror, and the thick cock buried inside him churned violently against his walls.
“Ahh, nngh… Edwin! Edwin!”
The excited stallion leapt without hesitation. The sudden motion sent Leira’s body lurching backward, impaling him completely as the horse’s hooves struck the ground.
“AAAHHNGH! Hik! Haah! Hiiik! Hngh—!”
The monstrous cockhead forced its way past his depths, triggering an explosive orgasm. If he’d had a womb, that single burst would’ve gotten him pregnant. A fountain of cum sprayed into the air simultaneously.
Leira let out a strange, whinnying cry like the horse beneath him, his toes curling tightly. His inner walls gushed cum endlessly, filling his lower abdomen until it bulged obscenely, while his own cock sprayed clear fluid across the horse’s back.
Before he could even scream again, his limbs went limp. Edwin seized his cum-filled belly, kneading it like a fist.
“Hieek! Nngh!”
The sudden pressure made his overstimulated walls gush more fluid. Leira went completely slack, collapsing onto the horse’s back like a broken doll. Edwin pulled the reins to stop the animal. His cheeks were flushed, his neck slick with sweat.
As the horse slowed, Edwin slowly withdrew his horse-like cock. The long shaft, coated in Leira’s fluids, dripped heavily as he shook it. A thick glob of cum splattered against Leira’s white ass. Still half-hard, his cock was roughly tucked back into his pants before Edwin nimbly dismounted.
“You’ve lost your mind.”
That was the only way to describe his expression. The elegant beauty draped over the horse’s back was unrecognizable—his usual noble grace gone, replaced by tear-streaked eyes and a gaping, drooling mouth. His hole twitched and wept, the obscene sight both laughable and depraved. His lips trembled between smiles and sobs, creating a grotesque, ecstatic expression.
“Did you like riding with my cock in your slutty hole?”
The vulgar question from a nobleman’s heir went unanswered. Leira just trembled violently, his body alternating between stiffness and collapse, his brow furrowed as if in pain while his mouth hung open in a vacant smile. He didn’t even realize he was smiling.
Edwin stared at this spectacle for a long moment before reaching out to grasp Leira’s small chin, moving it up and down in a nod.
“Mmm, so good!” Edwin mimicked Leira’s voice with a satisfied smile, then slowly slid his tongue into the saliva-drenched mouth. Even the spit tasted like cum. After lapping up all the fluid pooled inside, he pulled back a step.
“You seemed to be having trouble answering, so I helped.”
Proud as if he’d accomplished something, the man checked his lover’s hole. He’d expected some reaction to his “praise,” but there was none. Disappointed, he consoled himself by pushing his fingers back into the cum-leaking hole, licking the wrinkled rim. Even limp, the hole clenched around his tongue. Only when the hole was properly sealed did he seem satisfied, pressing his lips to the darkened hole to savor the musky scent before finally lifting Leira from the horse.
“Can you walk?”
He set him down carefully, but Leira’s boneless legs buckled immediately. Sighing, Edwin quickly caught him, pulling up the clothes that had slipped down his ass. Half-dressed and still occasionally twitching, Leira drooled onto Edwin’s shoulder.
“Mmm… Let’s go for that walk now. I’ll wash you off.”
Edwin murmured as he licked Leira’s tear-streaked cheek. The sharpest servants in the mansion already knew about their relationship, but he saw no need to tell Leira that. It didn’t matter either way.
He loosely tied the horse’s reins to a tree branch. After this, Leira wouldn’t go near horses for a while.
Ahead of them, the blue water surface sparkled under the sunlight. Fortunately, his lover hated the heat. The cool water would feel wonderful.
With each step, more cum dripped down. Frowning slightly, Edwin readjusted his hold on Leira, plugging the hole with his fingers to stop the leakage. Satisfied, he slowly made his way toward the riverbank.
***
Something slick and long was vigorously licking Leira’s lower regions. Every wrinkle of his puckered hole was being teased by a tongue, the sticky muscle probing deep inside, coating his inner walls with thick saliva. His plump ass cheeks trembled as the eager hole tried to pull the tongue deeper. It was strange—it felt like the tongue was reaching places no human tongue should.
Sprawled on the hard ground, Leira’s body convulsed through a light orgasm before he managed to prop himself up on his elbows. Edwin must be between his legs again, shoving his tongue inside like the depraved fiend he was. Reaching down to grab that silky black hair, he found no man there—just something long and dark writhing between his legs, its thick body glistening.
What… was this? Leira stared blankly at it, letting out a soft moan. This long thing had been inside him, thrusting… “Don’t come in…” he mumbled weakly, reaching out to identify it—
“Ungh…”
Leira woke with a pitiful moan, the breeze tickling his cheek. Above him stretched the summer sky, blue and endless. They were in a private area where no one came, the only sound the rustling of dense leaves. Blinking, he finally spoke in a tired voice:
“You… aren’t going to stop, are you?”
“Awake now?”
He’d blacked out the moment Edwin pulled him from the horse, and now he was waking to find the man still between his legs, licking him obscenely. It was disgusting beyond belief.
“You made me have weird dreams…”
“What kind of dreams?”
“I don’t know!”
Irritated, Leira rubbed his face before grabbing the hair of the man who showed no signs of surfacing from between his thighs. When he yanked him free, Edwin’s tongue slowly severed the string of saliva and cum connecting his mouth to Leira’s hole. The sight of their lips connected by fluids was utterly depraved. His lips glistened with the mixture of cum and hole juices he’d been drinking.
The thought of consuming his own cum made Leira’s stomach turn. As he frowned, Edwin—seemingly understanding his thoughts—spoke in a flat voice:
“It tastes better mixed with your hole juices.”
“Ugh.”
At the blunt response, Edwin’s gentle smile faded slightly. He pushed Leira back down onto the checkered cloth a servant had spread out. Only then did Leira notice he was completely naked. He weakly tugged at Edwin’s hair.
“My clothes?”
“Not cold, are you?”
“It’s hot.”
“Then stay naked.”
What was the point of dressing if he’d just be fucked again? The genuine curiosity in Edwin’s voice left Leira speechless before the cum-and-spit-slicked lips sealed over his.
Leira had an erogenous zone in his mouth—the roof of his mouth and his soft palate. When something thick like a tongue or cock pressed deep enough to scrape there, he’d writhe in disgusting pleasure, as if about to vomit.
“Hahh… Mmm… Nngh…”
Edwin kissed his plump little lips while twisting his nipples. The needy moans filled his ears pleasantly. Under the clear summer sky, the stripped-naked beauty looked like a fairy who’d escaped to the human world, his golden hair glowing. The disheveled, alluring man seemed more like a visitor from another realm than a human.
“You look strange.”
“Hngh… What do you mean…”
“Hah… Feels so good…”
Edwin sighed contentedly as he pinned down Leira’s small, almost fragile body. Even with his brow furrowed in annoyance, Leira felt good beneath him. He pressed their lips together while his fingers traced the cum-leaking hole. Every wrinkle softened under his touch.
“Ugh… I hate this…”
“I like it.”
“I really hate you…”
“I really like you.”
Like children arguing, Edwin countered every complaint, finally silencing him by sucking his small lips into his mouth. When his tongue teased the roof of Leira’s mouth, Leira’s lower body squirmed, his hole searching for something to fill it.
“You’re ruining me… Nngh! Can’t even ride properly…”
“Disappointed I didn’t fuck you enough?”
The nerve of this man. Leira yanked his silky black hair in frustration, making Edwin grunt. In one motion, Edwin sat up and pulled Leira onto his lap. Confused by the sudden position change, Leira braced his hands on the hard chest—only for Edwin to smack his ass.
“Nngh!”
“Didn’t I tell you?”
Unconcerned, Edwin lay back in the sunlight, exposing Leira’s nipples. The obscenely darkened nipples, now resembling his hole, had once been a soft pink like cherry blossoms. But after years of being sucked and pampered, the areolas had darkened to match his inner walls, and the buds themselves had swollen to the size of adzuki beans, taking on a deep purplish hue.
Not only that—his chest had been kneaded thousands of times by large hands, developing unnaturally full curves. From below, the pronounced swell of his lower breasts was clearly visible. While not quite feminine, his body had been reshaped by too much “love” to be entirely masculine.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
