The Terminally Ill Hero’s Husband is the Demon King

Startled by the tingling, shocking impact, Gillian tensed.

Then Rassel smacked him again.

“Argh, ah!”

“Is it because you’ve never taken anything this big and good before? No, that can’t be it. It shouldn’t be your first time, should it?”

Gillian was struck three times on the same side of his ass. The startling, stinging heat of the pain lasted only a moment. Gillian could feel his rear growing wet enough for him to notice it himself. When he thought about how hot the length pushing inside him was, his tension eased.

Rassel felt Gillian’s hole soften and become pliant. He gave Gillian no time to adjust and began pounding into him. With himself buried deep inside the hole clenching tightly from pain, he rocked his hips back and forth.

“Ah, ah! Rassel, slowly. I told you to make it feel good, hah, nngh! I didn’t, ah, tell you to hurt me!”

“Lord Hero’s cock seems to be saying otherwise. It’s completely hard. Ah, you’re squeezing incredibly tight again.”

In barely a minute or two, Gillian’s body was drenched in cold sweat. The tip of his glans had also grown wet, leaking clear fluid and visibly begging to be touched. Rassel flicked Gillian’s manhood with his finger.

“Ah!”

“Does Lord Hero like this?”

“Ah, hng, don’t.”

“But more fluid comes out when I do this.”

Each time Rassel flicked his firm length with a finger, Gillian jerked violently. Even amid the pain, the stimulation pleased him. Rassel withdrew, then flipped Gillian over onto his stomach.

Gillian tensed when Rassel wrapped an arm around his abdomen. He thought he knew what position Rassel intended to take him in. Rassel did not disappoint Gillian’s fears. He drove himself deep inside from behind, pressed his thighs close against Gillian’s like rutting dogs, and thrust into him over and over.

“Hahk, ah, aah, ah! Ugh, ah! Stop!”

“Shh…”

“Rassel! Stop, ah, no, don’t, it hurts, Rassel. I said it hurts!”

“It looks like your tears have stopped. I was going to make you cry your heart out.”

The thing filling his rear was so large that Gillian’s mouth kept falling open as though he were gagging. Whenever Rassel rammed deep inside him, it felt as though Rassel’s raging length might burst out through his throat.

Rassel paused briefly when Gillian choked and could not breathe, but once he heard Gillian panting, “Hah, hah,” he became merciless again. As Rassel had said, the physical pain made Gillian’s eyes sting, but no tears flowed.

“Hah, haaah, ah… Mngh, nn, ngh…”

“You’ll get used to it. Endure it. Stop whining.”

“You lunatic, how can anyone be this crude? No wonder you’ve been starving, ngh, aah, ah.”

“Ah, good… Judging from the way you’re acting, I don’t think I’ll starve today, at least. If you knew what the inside of you felt like, you’d want to fuck yourself too.”

“Hnnng…”

“Gillian, you feel like you’re about to come, don’t you? It hurts so much you could die, but you still want to come, right?”

“Hah, hah… Nnngh!”

“I’m doing this for your pleasure, so stop resisting for no reason. Should I thrust deeper? Hm? Gillian. How cute. I told you that listening to me won’t do you any harm. Say that you want to come.”

Each time Rassel whispered lewd words into his ear, Gillian’s entire body tightened, then went slack. Rassel rocked his body back and forth until Gillian grew dizzy. It was as though he could shake Gillian’s heart in the same way.

Ridiculously enough, the crude method worked rather well on Gillian. His rear hurt and he could barely breathe, but he did not dislike it. Gillian was not someone who enjoyed pain. The agony of his hole being forcibly spread and stretched was terrible.

Even so, he did not dislike it. He only wished Rassel would move a little more slowly and gently. He did not want to stop.

Although he did not want to admit it, Gillian was beginning to enjoy the feeling of Rassel sliding in and out of his body. Drenched in sweat, panting, their flesh mingling, being pushed, grabbed, and thrust into, he wanted to savor those sensations a little longer.

It was a kind of joy distinct from the pleasure of his arousal rising and soaking him in lust. Gillian regretted that the pain being inflicted upon him was so intense that it dulled all his other sensations.

Even so, Gillian liked that when he surrendered his body to the force of Rassel’s large frame pushing against him, he did not feel alone.