How the Villainous Consort Avoids His Death Ending

His senses spiraled toward a climax, racing toward an unknown height. His lower entrance tightly gripped the object, straining to close. Repeatedly opening and closing, his entire body shook violently as tears streamed down his face. At that moment, the climax finally arrived.

“Ah, uh… mm, mmm, aaaah!”

From his lower entrance, a rush of fluids soaked the thick flesh embedded within him. The shaft, deeply probing his innermost walls, spasmed, releasing hot liquid that filled his insides. His eyes widened, and his back arched. Tears flowed uncontrollably from his staring eyes.

His body flipped over at that instant.

“Uh, uhh…?”

His lower opening still held the object. As his body moved, the shaft inside him, already stretched to its limit, expanded even more. The flesh around it trembled, barely able to contain it. The sheets beneath his cheek crumpled with a soft rustle.

“P-please… mm, mm, I’ve already…”

Tristan let out a soft laugh. His hand gripped one of Ruellin’s buttocks, slick with fluids and sweat. Ruellin took a deep breath, closing his eyes tightly. The citrus scent exploded again, overwhelming him.

From head to toe, his skin burned with heat. In the heavy air, he could smell Tristan’s musk. In the humid cabin, loud moans and ragged breaths echoed. No matter how he shook his head and whimpered, Tristan, pressing down on him, showed no sign of stopping. Instead, he moved his hips with even greater force. Sparks flew before Ruellin’s eyes.

“Ah… uh, mmm!”

The sensitive flesh was pierced again by the hot shaft. Curling his toes, he let out a cry mixed with tears. The walls, which had just reached their peak, continued to tremble with excitement. The thick flesh, embedded deep within, was rubbed and crushed until it was swollen and formless.

Tristan showed no mercy, thrusting into him again. The fluids gushed out, making wet, obscene sounds. Relentlessly, the shaft swelled even larger.

Somewhere in his lower abdomen, he could feel the shaft moving roughly, stirring his insides. Ruellin buried his head in the sheets, crying out loudly. The overwhelming pressure of the massive wave was too much to bear.

“Ah, please, gently, mm, mmm…”

His vision flashed white, and lightning cracked in his mind. Electricity surged through his body, reaching his toes. Saliva pooled at the corners of his open mouth. This was truly the limit. He could take no more.

“Ah… mm, mmm, ah, mmm!”

With a wet slap, Tristan’s abdomen collided with Ruellin’s soaked buttocks. A low growl escaped Tristan’s clenched teeth. The object filling his lower abdomen throbbed roughly. The shaft, pushing deep into his walls, slammed into the deepest part of his flesh. In that instant, a gush of white fluid spilled from Ruellin’s shaft.

“Aaaah! Mm, mmm!”

Fireworks burst before his eyes. He saw and heard nothing. His limbs trembled, and a ringing sound filled his ears. Helpless, he cried out, unable to do anything.

Hot, slippery fluid continued to flow from between his buttocks, soaking his naked body. Above him, Tristan’s ragged breaths echoed. It was truly over. As he lay there, limp and exhausted, he realized it wasn’t over yet.

“Ah, no, Tristan…!”

The shaft, which had just spilled its seed, began to swell again inside him. Ruellin’s eyes widened, and he gripped the sheets tightly. The tears welling in his eyes spilled over.

“The night is long, Your Highness.”

“It’s not night… It’s morning… uh, mm, mmm…!”

That day, he waited for a night that never came, only to see it pass again. Trapped in the captain’s cabin, beneath Tristan, he was shaken for a long time.

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