The area around his perineum, swollen red from relentless pounding, stung fiercely as coarse pubic hairs scraped against the sensitive flesh of his hole. Fresh waves of fluid gushed from his inner walls, coating the pubic hairs in sticky droplets. The obscene, animalistic sex made him feel sick to his stomach.
Leira truly felt like he was going to die. The cock ramming into him showed no signs of slowing, threatening to puncture his abdomen. He wanted to clutch his stomach for some semblance of stability, but Edwin held both his arms immovable.
Just as Edwin had said, his entire body felt like it had become one giant hole. For years, they’d fucked without regard for time or place—in empty academy classrooms, abandoned chapels, unused training grounds, stables, the kitchen after the servants slept, secluded garden corners at social gatherings… They’d tried countless positions in countless locations, yet somehow, his body still had more sensations to discover.
And it wasn’t just Leira feeling this way. Normally, Edwin would stop when Leira begged or neared unconsciousness, showing at least some restraint. But now, he fucked like a beast in rut, as if he wouldn’t care if either of them died from it. The merciless, persistent thrusting was unlike anything before.
This different side of Edwin was terrifying, yet the way he drove his cock deeper with every opportunity sent shivers of pleasure through Leira. He’d never understood why Edwin had been so obsessed with him since childhood, sometimes treating him with cruel affection, but…
“Hah… Hah…”
When Edwin looked at him like he was the only person left in the world, it made his head spin dizzily.
“Nngh… N-no, my chest… ah…”
“Liar.”
Edwin’s smirking lips engulfed the hardened nipple. It was perfectly round in his mouth, now as big as his thumbnail—chewy and firm. He alternated between the plump breasts, sucking and teasing, while his fingers found the stretched hole impaled on his cock. When he scraped the sensitive nub inside with his nail, Leira moaned deeply and pressed his chest against Edwin’s face, rubbing his nipple against the lips.
“Hngh… You’re going to suffocate your husband.”
Chuckling, Edwin pried Leira’s arms from around his head and suddenly increased his pace, ruthlessly pounding the hole.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! It’s good! It’s good, hngh, feels so good! AAHNG!”
The hole felt like it was turning inside out from the force, his breasts being mauled—it was as if someone was jamming a club into his guts. The passage that had never been used before Edwin had long since transformed into a cock tunnel, trained over years solely for Edwin’s pleasure.
Edwin marveled at how this slick, well-used hole could still clench around his cock like a living thing, even when he stopped moving.
“S-swimming… hngh, you said you wanted to swim…”
“Hmm? Swimming?”
When Leira whimpered in frustration, Edwin suddenly remembered. “Ah,” he grinned, then rammed his cock as deep as it would go. His heavy balls slapped against the ass, and the cum pooled in the groin splashed out.
“We are swimming.”
“Hngh! Ungh!”
Splash. Plop. Splash. Squelch. Just as he said, the flooded lower half made wet, sloshing sounds. When Edwin pushed a long middle finger inside along with his cock, Leira, who had been trying to push him away, sprayed another fountain of fluid.
After milking out every last drop with his dark red cock, Edwin thrust his hard member upward again. The suddenly limp Leira clutched Edwin’s neck in surprise, his face looking like he wanted to say something.
“Aahng! Edwin, wait, haahng!”
“What… do you want to say, ah, while I’m wrecking your hole?”
Even in the middle of this, the thought occurred to him—his throat was parched. They’d only had a light breakfast before the horseback ride, then immediately started fucking outdoors upon waking, and now this “riding lesson.” Considering how much he’d cum already, dehydration wouldn’t be surprising.
“My… throat… hngh, I’m thirsty…”
“Thirsty?”
Even as Leira spoke, Edwin didn’t stop thrusting his hips, lifting the tightly clenched ass. Only now did he pause, looking slightly annoyed at the interruption.
“Thirsty… and hungry…”
The bastard should at least feed him some bread… The pleasure was incredible, but the humiliation brought tears to his eyes. Edwin made an “ah” sound, as if just realizing something, and rummaged through the clothes he’d discarded earlier. There should be jam and buttered bread a servant had prepared. With his cock still buried inside, he found something in his hand.
“…I can’t eat this.”
Was this even bread anymore? The butter had completely melted, and the bread was crushed, even rolled in the dirt. Seeing it, Leira’s mouth opened and closed helplessly before he burst into tears. The man’s endless stamina was disgusting.
“I’m sorry. So sorry. Don’t cry.”
Tears over hunger? Leira didn’t understand why he was crying, but he couldn’t stop. Being fucked all day made him feel less like Edwin’s fiancé and more like a personal fuckhole.
Edwin sat up, embracing Leira and patting his ass. The soothing pats only made Leira cry harder as he wiped his tears with the back of his hand.
“Hmm. What to do.”
“I’m… hungry…”
“That hungry?”
The unspoken implication was clear—even with my cock inside you? But Leira could read the lewd thoughts in Edwin’s eyes as they flicked to his swollen belly.
Holding Leira close, Edwin pondered for a moment before suddenly pulling his cock out. “Ungh!” Without warning, Leira’s body jerked at the sudden emptiness. Edwin gripped his cock.
“W-what are you doing?”
“You said you’re hungry.”
“So?”
“You like meat, don’t you?”
Comparing his body to butchered meat, Edwin’s detached perversion was overwhelming. Since childhood, Leira had thought there was something oddly lacking about him, yet sometimes he exuded an alien aura—like now.
Despite his noble blood, Edwin often treated his own body as nothing more than a slab of meat for sexual pleasure. He’d force-feed Leira meat in the heat, claiming it would restore his energy, then shove his cock in his mouth, or demand Leira use his well-stretched hole to “eat meat,” or even ask him to spit in his piss-hole, or—most outrageously—drink his urine. These were Edwin’s specialties.
When he spoke like this, Edwin’s eyes burned with lust, yet his cold detachment remained, as if he could separate his body into subject and object simultaneously.
“No! I don’t want that… I’m hungry!”
“Fine. Then—”
Grabbing Leira’s head, Edwin brutally thrust his hips forward. The choking sounds should have concerned him, but strangely, they only heightened his excitement. Edwin realized he was as wild as an unbroken stallion, yet couldn’t stop.
“Does it taste good?”
“Ungh! Ugh! Keh!”
The unusually flexible jaw was stretched to its limit by the massive dark cock, nearly invisible as it violently tore into his throat. The hard glans scraped inside while coarse pubic hairs caught between his teeth. The cock wedged firmly in his throat sprayed cum.
Only when Leira was about to pass out did Edwin finally pull out his endless cock. The exhausted beauty’s mouth dripped with saliva and cum, the snake-like cock emerging coated in musky scent.
“Full now?”
Leira collapsed, clutching his swollen belly as his body trembled. He didn’t even have the presence of mind to answer.
“E-Edwin… My stomach hurts…”
“Damn. Hungry and in pain… Being a husband is tough, huh?”
It was from being overfilled with cum. Edwin gently massaged the distended belly with his large hand, then pulled Leira into his arms and pushed his still-hard cock back inside. He’d need to either vomit it out or scrape it out, but vomiting would be difficult.
Instead of focusing on his own pleasure, Edwin used the ridged glans to scrape the inner walls, trying to dislodge the cum. But Leira’s belly remained rounded, the deep recesses of his rectum still packed with semen.
“Hah… Fuck… It won’t come out.”
It must have gone too deep. Edwin chuckled in frustration, keeping his cock buried as he shoved four fingers inside to scrape the walls.
“Hyaak! Edwin! Edwin!”
“Don’t move.”
With the horse-like cock and four fingers inside, Leira thrashed like a fish out of water. Edwin pressed down on the writhing belly to immobilize him, probing inside for the trapped cum. After just a few movements, another gush of semen burst from the tight hole, as if his belly was a water balloon.
Is it all out? Checking the stomach, the cum seemed to have reached unimaginable depths—his usually flat belly remained round, as if he’d swallowed a stone. Like he’s pregnant… Edwin thought with a grin Leira would hate if he heard. He pulled out his cock just as Leira was about to sigh in relief—then pressed his thumb inside.
“Edwin! No! Edwin!”
“Just endure it a little. You said your stomach hurts.”
“Hngh! Please! Please! Edwin!!! I was wrong! Aah!”
“Wrong? What did you do wrong? You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
Edwin really need more than touch some grass, mf is so freaky ass snake