The Saint Wants to Rest - Chapter 72.2
Answering nonchalantly, Vermouth ruthlessly added one more finger. He began to obsessively rub only the spot he had poked earlier.
“Do you know? Your body rejoices when I press here, Lord Ian.”
‘I really wish he would just shut up.’
“You are already swallowing two fingers with ease.”
Ian reflexively raised his hands to cover his face.
“Do not hide your face.”
However, Vermouth grabbed both of Ian’s hands and held them down. Now, he could no longer hide his face.
“You look good when you are flushed.”
I wish I could plug that mouth of his. From below, where his fingers were sliding in and out, a wet, squelching sound echoed thickly. It sounded like bare feet stepping into mud on a rainy day.
“I heard that it takes up to four fingers.”
Where did you hear what? I barely managed to hold back the urge to ask. I was afraid that asking might only lead to more shameful revelations.
Vermouth’s fingers were as thick and long as his massive frame, so even having just two inside was quite difficult. Every time they poked the interior, a stinging sensation shot through Ian’s stomach.
“Hiit. Ug!”
Swallowing the sounds that tried to burst out, he pushed against the floor with his heels. Only then did the realization hit him that he was currently lying on a sofa.
“The bed, let’s go to the bed!”
At those words spat out belatedly, Vermouth nodded as if he understood and lifted Ian up in one swift motion.
“Uwaak!”
A person isn’t a doll; I don’t know why he keeps carrying me around like this. Upon seeing the bedroom they entered, Ian was somewhat shocked.
“Why is the bed so big?”
“Because the two of us must use it together.”
“No, but…”
Even so, it’s too big. You can really tell he comes from nobility. Approaching the bed, Vermouth carefully lowered Ian onto it. In a brief glimpse, Ian saw his hand glistening and wet. Seeing that made the heat in his face rise even further.
“Shall we continue then?”
Ian lay flat on his back and spread his legs. Since things had come this far, there was no point in acting coy. A massive body moved in between his parted legs. Then, grabbing his buttocks with both hands to spread them, Vermouth stared intently at that spot. Embarrassment forced Ian’s hands to move.
“Where are you looking!”
“At Lord Ian’s—”
“Stop, only that far!”
Terrified of what he was about to say, Ian blocked him, and Vermouth let out a low laugh. He was laughing a lot today. He rubbed the wet opening and this time pushed in three fingers. He began to obsessively widen the inside.
During that process, Vermouth bit and sucked on Ian’s entire body. Because of that, the soft body was stained a deep pink like a peach, and scars were left here and there. His cock, which had stood tall from the stimulation at first, was now limp as there was no more semen to expel. Nevertheless, the fingers moving in and out of his lower half seemed to know no satisfaction.
“Ca, can’t we just do it now?”
“No. In a way, this is our true first night, and I do not want to cause you pain.”
I’m already in enough pain.
“Heugh.”
I don’t know if what I’m letting out now is a moan or a cry.
“Look. Since I am loosening you up so diligently, is your lower half not fluttering on its own?”
Look at what! Ian kicked Vermouth. However, his solid body didn’t budge. His large and sinister cock was already angry and had reached its limit.
It seemed guys like this were meant to be Holy Knights. Eventually, Vermouth loosened him up until Ian melted away into a limp state. Only when he was half-delirious did Vermouth bring that weapon-like thing to the opening.
Because he had loosened it so thoroughly, the small hole swallowed the absurdly large cock in a gulp. Once the glans, the size of an egg, passed through, the rest was easier.
“Is–is it all in?”
“It is almost all in.”
Vermouth lied nonchalantly, even though not even half the cock had entered. And in the moment Ian relaxed his body in relief, he pushed the penis in all the way to the end.
For a moment, it felt as if he saw an illusion of his body tearing. Ian gasped and stiffened. It felt as if the cock had reached a part it shouldn’t have. With a trembling hand, he carefully touched his own stomach. Even with just that, he could tell how far the cock had entered.
“You son of a bitch!”
As Ian cursed while sobbing, Vermouth kissed him lightly. A sense of reverence could be felt in the kisses landing all over his face. However, there was also a desire that could not be hidden.
“I love you.”
At those following words, Ian burst into a sudden fit of tears.
Do you really have to say those things at a time like this? Ian sharpened his nails and scratched Vermouth’s arm.
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