Then Edwin’s balls slapped against his ass, hard. The heavy sac smacked his hole, sending shocks through him.
“You make me—ah—you make me—!”
“Ah! Ah, ah—!”
The oversized crown pressed in, only to slip out again, both of them trembling at the near-miss. Edwin sank his teeth into Leira’s nape, then lined himself up.
“I’m putting it in.”
His voice was rough with irritation. Before Leira could protest, Edwin gripped his hips and slammed home.
“Ah! It hurts—! AAGH—!”
Leira’s nails raked Edwin’s back—tomorrow, there’d be marks. Edwin adjusted his angle, lifting Leira’s ass higher, exposing him completely. For all his clumsiness with a sword, his body was obscenely flexible. Some book had once called flexibility “suggestive of sexual prowess.”
A body built to take cock.
The thought alone made Edwin’s balls ache. He worked the tip in shallow thrusts, stretching the tight ring. The hole was already loosening, greedy. Given a few months of daily use, it’d stretch enough to take a man’s fist.
If he fucked it raw until it darkened, swollen and gaping—would he drop to his knees just for one more taste?
“Hah… a-are you all the way… in?”
Leira’s voice was strained, eyes screwed shut. Edwin barked a laugh, then guided Leira’s hand down.
“No.”
“Ugh—”
“This much is left.”
The length still outside was longer than what was already inside. Leira paled.
And before he could scream no—
Thrust.
“—!HNGH—!”
Edwin buried himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. Leira’s belly bulged obscenely, the shape of Edwin’s forearm-length cock visible beneath his skin. This hole didn’t just take—it sucked, pulsing around him like a mouth on a nipple.
Slurp… smack… suck…
It sounded like a baby nursing. Even as Leira whined in pain, his cunt milked Edwin’s cock, desperate for more.
Edwin sometimes wanted to kill him. Or at least threaten suicide in front of him. But since he couldn’t, he’d settle for ruining him. Pressing his palm into Leira’s lower belly, he ground down—
“AAH! E-Ed—nngh! No, no, stop—!”
Leira’s back arched, body seizing as clear fluid spurted from his cock. His thick ass jiggled, the walls of his cunt convulsing, milking Edwin for all he was worth.
“Fuck—!”
He hadn’t even fucked him properly, just pressed on his stomach, and already Leira was pissing cum. The obscenity of it made Edwin’s vision white. He had no choice but to come, his cock buried deep as Leira’s cunt drained him dry. Not even his own hand could compare to this.
Panting, sweat-slicked, they stared at each other, dazed. Aftershocks made Leira tremble; Edwin soothed him with slow, almost gentle strokes of his thumb. His touches were always tender with Leira… but tonight, they were different.
A dark glint entered Edwin’s eyes as he pulled out slowly. His cock emerged, still hard, leaving Leira’s hole gaping, cum dripping out like an overfilled mouth.
He rubbed the abused hole with his palm, savoring the last remnants of pleasure. Then he met Leira’s gaze—decisive.
“I’ll fuck this… until it’s black with bruises. Show it to anyone else, and I’ll chop them to pieces. Then I’ll ruin your cunt so bad you’ll beg to die with me.”
Understood?
Leira hiccuped, frozen. He nodded weakly.
And so, for the rest of their academy years, the two noble heirs spent every free moment matching cock to cunt, exploring every filthy act their bodies allowed. By graduation, Leira’s hole had darkened from pink to a deep, obscene crimson, stretched permanently wide to fit Edwin’s girth. Edwin took every opportunity to “check for leaks,” shoving his fingers inside—whether in their dorm, empty hallways, or even the back row of lecture halls.
Leira would fume in frustration, wondering how someone could change so drastically before and after sex—or if Edwin had always been this depraved. And every time, as if sensing his thoughts, Edwin would ask:
“Leira, you didn’t show it to anyone else today, did you?”
I’ll chop that bastard to pieces and make you swallow your ruined cunt before we die together.
At that chilling reminder, Leira would nod so violently his head nearly popped off.
So of course, no one knew about his blackened, bruised hole.
Good.
Edwin would force those swollen lips apart every night and press his mouth to them, satisfied.
***
Lost in thought, Leira reluctantly admitted he’d consented—implicitly, at least. Some people’s bodies led their hearts, and unfortunately, he was one of them. Edwin, ever suspicious, would occasionally probe: “Leira, should I carve up some bastard for you?” It was infuriating, but after years of flinching like prey before a predator, Leira didn’t even know how to fight back.
The memory sent a chill down his spine. He scrambled out of the bath, dried off, and wrapped himself in a robe—definitely not seeing Edwin for a while.
Then he nearly passed out.
“Took you long enough, Leira.”
Edwin leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, looking like a thief in the night. Leira’s scream died in his throat, frozen in horror.
“H-how did you get in?!”
Edwin shrugged, nodding toward the table. A spare key—his spare key—sat there, mocking him. Rage flared at the traitorous staff, but he sighed. Who could blame them? Even he sometimes crumbled under Edwin’s gaze, and the servants had no hope.
“Annoying.”
Grumbling, Leira bolted for the bed, burrowing under the covers. “I don’t want to talk to you. Get out.”
His muffled voice echoed like a cave. Edwin scratched his forehead, his dark hair—so deep it looked wet in the dim light—falling softly over his brow.
“Sorry.”
That rich, low voice offered an apology. Leira wanted to scream, “Since when do you even know how to apologize?!” But he bit his tongue. This man could recite confessions like a devout priest and still be full of shit.
Silence. Then:
“Sorry for pissing on your face and making you drink it.”
“Shut UP!”
Leira exploded, flinging the blankets off. Edwin won.
“You’re pissed about the piss. Sorry. You can piss on me next time.”
“I DON’T WANT TO! Who’d ask for that?!”
Edwin just smirked, dodging Leira’s flailing fists before scooping him up.
“Up we go.”
“Put me down—! Now—!”
“Eat first. You haven’t had anything since you got back.”
With practiced ease, Edwin settled Leira into a chair. The table held covered dishes—he’d brought food. Hunger gnawed at Leira, but he refused to cave. Until his stomach growled. Damn it.
“You… don’t think you went too far?” he grumbled.
“How?”
Edwin calmly arranged the meal, ignoring him. Leira’s hands twisted in his lap. “We did it yesterday, and today I said I didn’t want to, but you forced your way in, and then—then you pissed—!”
On my face.
The words stuck in his throat. Tears pricked his eyes. But Edwin, ever indifferent, just served the food like nothing had happened.
I should kill him.
Leira’s mind raced with curses, but all that came out was a pathetic whimper: “If that were your c—your hole… wouldn’t you feel some responsibility?”
Edwin didn’t even blink. Desperate, Leira blurted:
“B-big cocks come with… big responsibilities…”
“If you don’t want my cock in your cunt, stop yapping and eat, Leira.”
Leira’s hands stilled. He had taken a cock there before. Miserable, he ate—soft bread, fluffy omelets, spiced chicken—every bite fed to him by Edwin’s hands. Only when he was stuffed did he slump back, exhausted.
“Haa… I’m full…”
“Already?”
Edwin’s hand slid onto his belly, kneading possessively. Leira was too tired to protest. He stumbled to bed, collapsing face-first. It was hours early, but the day’s trauma had drained him.
“Going to sleep already?”
Leira shot him a glare—remember what you did—but only yawned in response. Edwin stretched out beside him, already plotting how to “soothe” him with a few licks and finger-fucks.
As Leira’s breathing evened out, Edwin’s fingers crept under the robe, teasing his soft ass.
“…Edwin.”
“Not doing anything.”
The liar grumbled, though his fingers betrayed him.
“Wifing’s harder than work.”
“You’re insane…” Leira mumbled, half-asleep, burrowing into Edwin’s chest.
Edwin watched him, tracing the faint scent of urine still clinging to his skin—his mark. Most wouldn’t notice, but he could. He loved staining Leira inside and out, his cum and piss seeping into every pore.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
