The Saint Wants to Rest - Chapter 73.1
The long penis enters slowly, pressing against the interior. Gasping for air and unable to breathe properly, a sudden thought crossed his mind. What if it doesn’t close later? Even though he knew Vermouth had the ability to heal people, he became anxious. And in the midst of it all, the most surprising thing was himself.
“Ahhk. Ngh, nnnngh!”
Every time the long, thick member pressed against and gouged the tender inner walls, moans burst out involuntarily. It was not entirely pure pleasure. Vermouth’s penis was so large it was impossible to adjust to. However, he ended up liking it anyway due to the pleasure felt over the faint pain.
“Ah, aaht. Hup. He-ek.”
He wailed and shed tears. His eyes ached from the tears that flowed incessantly.
“Ver—Vermouth!”
That was why he called out his name. Hoping he would go a bit easier, hoping there would be a moment to rest, the name he called brought about a different effect. Veins stood out on Vermouth’s forearm as he supported his body. While staring at it blankly, Vermouth suddenly thrust his member upward with a thud. Feeling as if his internal organs were being struck, Ian screamed.
“Hak! Calm down, calm down! Eueut!”
However, it seemed Vermouth had already lost his reason. His buttocks were stained red from the continuous, violent clashing. His body kept being pushed upward. But before he could hit his head against the headboard, Vermouth reached out and firmly gripped his waist.
‘I’m scared.’
But on the other hand, he was also looking forward to it. It was the first time he had felt such intense emotions. His pleasure stained body trembled.
Thud!
Along with a squelching sound, the bed sheets became disarrayed.
“Hiik! Haa-ang!”
He no longer had the luxury to care about the moans that had been embarrassing at first. He simply wailed and accepted the pleasure Vermouth gave him in its entirety. When he finally regained a bit of his senses, the heavy sensation had already disappeared, and his insides felt warm. The damn bastard had ejaculated inside without a condom. It was a strange feeling to hold semen inside his belly.
What an ill mannered fellow. Even if Ian’s sexual knowledge wasn’t extensive, he knew that much. Still, it is over now. Ian sobbed and let go of the blanket he had been clutching.
However, a finger suddenly slid deep inside from below. His sensitized body reacted even to the small stimulation.
“The inside is wet. Narrow and warm.”
Vermouth kissed Ian’s chest while repeatedly poking the inner walls with his finger. His purple eyes, partially visible, were in a state where he had cast aside his reason once again.
‘He’s gone mad!’
Ian was terrified and pushed his shoulder with his foot, but he wouldn’t budge at all.
“I love you.”
Love or whatever, he just wanted him to let go. But as the finger withdrew and his penis entered again, Ian threw his head back.
“St–stop. I’m, I’m too exhausted!”
He spoke while squeezing out tears that wouldn’t even come anymore, but what returned was a deranged smile.
“Then just lie there. I will do all the moving.”
What kind of bullshit is that! Vermouth gathered the legs that had been up near his shoulders and thrust his member deep inside just like that. Perhaps because of the posture with his legs gathered together, the pressure felt even stronger than before.
“Hiiiit!”
Drenched in tears, Ian hung weakly in Vermouth’s arms and swayed. He remembered gathering what little strength he had left to slap Vermouth’s cheek halfway through. But as if it didn’t even hurt, Vermouth instead took that hand and sucked on it.
He felt like he had become a piece of candy. Being sucked, pierced, and rubbed like that, morning arrived in no time.
“I’m going to cut, I’m going to cut it off.”
Vermouth laughed at the words mumbled through gritted teeth.
“It is yours. It would be a loss to cut it.”
Loss or not, he felt like he was going to die right now. That was how the first sex between the two of them passed. Fortunately, due to Ian’s frantic struggling, there was no fourth time. Vermouth seemed very disappointed, but he appeared to have recognized that Ian was exhausted.
“Then, next time.”
With those final words, Ian closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, he was inside a bathtub. Vermouth was sitting behind him, and a firmly erect member touched his buttocks.
“Aaak!”
Ian was terrified and pinched Vermouth.
“It is alright. We are just washing.”
Only after verifying it several times did Ian become quiet again. The moderately warm temperature of the water was perfect for his exhausted body.
“You’re a delayed ejaculator, aren’t you?”
When he asked while lounging blankly, Vermouth tilted his head.
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