Khalid did not care. As long as he could drive himself into this body, nothing else mattered. He slowly withdrew his fingers, then took his turgid shaft and rubbed it lingeringly over Nox’s perineum and the opening of his heat. Nox’s hips twisted slightly. The heavy, overbearing presence of a sexual organ grinding against a place that had never once been touched by another was utterly foreign to him.
Khalid offered him not a shred of consideration. There was no need for it. This was the man who had cruelly betrayed and abandoned him. Khalid let out a long, heavy breath and slowly aligned his oil-slicked shaft with Nox’s entrance. He paid no heed to Nox’s face, which had gone deathly pale. Loosening the passage would be a laborious task, yet he had no intention of being thorough. His reasons were countless. Recalling the day he was cast out, Khalid gripped Nox’s hips with both hands and pulled him close.
“Ugh...!”
The entrance, where the tip was now pressed, tightened further with tension, but Khalid forced the opening apart and thrust his hips forward.
“Aaargh! Ah—!”
Having a member as thick as a child’s forearm forced into a narrow passage that hadn't been properly prepared brought nothing but pure agony. Khalid’s brow also furrowed at the sensation of the interior clamping down so hard it felt as if it might sever him. But that was all; he did not cease his advance, shoving his shaft against internal walls that lacked sufficient moisture.
“Haa, hah, agh—!”
Nox writhed in an attempt to escape. He wanted to flee immediately. He wanted to run from the reality that the boy—this man who had grown so large—was taking him by force. However, Khalid, who was pressing his weight down and relentlessly driving his member inside, showed no sign of stopping.
“Ngh, hyah...!”
“Damn it... relax... let go...”
Khalid muttered as he retreated his hips slightly. In that brief interval, Nox gasped for the breath he had been unable to properly exhale or swallow. But the respite was short-lived; Khalid thrust back in violently, trying to wedge the rest of his member—more than half of which was still outside—deeper into the interior.
“Aaargh!”
Nox’s waist shook uncontrollably. The organ that had forced its way through his private parts was buried terrifyingly deep. Nox’s own member remained limp, and the opening between his splayed legs was stretched to its absolute limit, barely managing to harbor half of Khalid’s length. Haa, ugh, ngh. Even as those broken gasps filled the air, Khalid scowled down at the hole that had yet to fully accept him. As if intent on stretching the inner walls, he ground his hips in a circular motion, pushing the half-inserted length even further.
“Agh—! Ah! St-stop...!”
“Shut your mouth.”
As he pried the narrow space wider and invaded the depths, the soft inner walls clamped down firmly, tracing the very shape of his shaft. Khalid favored the sensation. He pulled his hips all the way back and then, with a heavy thud, lunged inside once more.
“Hyaa, mmm—!”
The mouth let out a scream of pain, only to be muffled by Khalid’s hand. Mmph, mmgh. A hint of loathing lingered in Khalid’s sharp, exposed gaze. Nox could not understand it. Why would he want to couple with a person like this? If he truly detested him, then why, for what reason...?
“Don’t let me hear that disgusting voice.”
At those words, Nox bit his lip hard. Ah, this is a punishment. A penalty for casting him out, for deceiving him, for betraying him. The faint taste of iron bloomed from his clamped lips. Nox could do nothing but pant for breath as he endured the rod forcing its way inside.
Whether satisfied or not, Khalid looked down at Nox with an unreadable expression before gripping his hips to begin moving in earnest. But he found he couldn't quite do so.
“You’re useless so far.”
It felt as though he couldn't go any deeper. The interior he had invaded by force without proper preparation was excessively narrow and squeezed his member as if to bite it off. The sensation of the plush walls tightening around his shaft wasn't bad, but he couldn't move properly in such a state, so he had no choice but to force a path.
Feeling unsatisfied, he began to move with only half his length buried. Squeltch, schlick. Because of the scented oil he had haphazardly poured over the exterior, a wet sound echoed every time his shaft retreated and then delved back in.
“……!”
Nox bit his lip until it bled, swallowing his screams back down his throat. His lips stung with pain, and his lower half felt as if it had been set ablaze. Khalid, seemingly pleased by how the passage gripped him without letting go, began to push deeper and deeper.
Heat rose from deep within the opening. Nox could vividly feel the inner walls being squelched and pushed upward. He threw his head back and trembled, teeth clenched. Haa, hah. He couldn't help the sound of his ragged, frantic breathing. Khalid seemed to have no intention of rebuking him for that much as he continued to work his hips.
Pre-cum leaked from the tip of Khalid’s shaft, and the interior gradually began to grow wet and slick. The entrance remained greasy. Khalid paused his movements for a moment and toyed with the exterior of Nox’s opening. Despite the amount of scented oil he had poured, a faint trace of blood was visible, likely due to the forced entry. Khalid let out a faint smirk, then scooped up Nox’s waist and buried himself even deeper. Squelch, squelch. Now more than halfway swallowed, Nox’s head snapped back as he shook it in denial. A tingling sensation shot through the inside of Nox’s lower abdomen. His toes curled and shivered. The inner walls tightened further. Sensing something before Nox did, Khalid looked down.
“Heh.”
He suddenly let out a hollow laugh. Nox lowered the arms that had been covering his eyes and stole a glance at him. Khalid’s eyes were filled with faint contempt and ridicule.
“You’re getting hard even while being subjected to this?”
Nox gasped. His member was twitching, half-erect with blood.
“N-no. This is...”
“Don’t lie.”
Khalid wore a sneer. In a desperate bid to deny the fact, Nox used the arms he had used to cover his face to push against Khalid’s shoulders. But in that instant, Khalid’s sneer vanished, replaced by a cold, mask-like expression.
“It seems I haven't explained things properly.”
Khalid immediately pinned one of the arms Nox used to push him away.
“Ah...!”
“You have no right to reject me.”
Khalid withdrew his hips fully, then slammed them back in with a heavy thud. Nox’s eyes flew wide, unable to even let out a scream. Khalid exhaled a lazy breath, his lips curling upward at the sensation of the interior tightening as if trying to expel the shaft that had forced its way in.
The insides of Nox’s thighs trembled violently. The veins standing out on the shaft scraped against his insides, causing his abdomen to cramp. It felt as though the inner walls were greedily sucking at the member. Maintaining his mocking expression, Khalid pulled back his hips. Squelch, suck. The oil-soaked opening made a wet sound. He then gripped Nox’s hips firmly and drove himself in with a sharp thrust. Slap. The sound of flesh colliding echoed loudly.
“Mmph, ngh...!”
Whether Nox was enduring the pain or finding pleasure in it, Khalid—consumed by the act of pounding into him—began to move even more violently. He pinned both of Nox’s hands and arched Nox’s waist further off the bed. Ah, aaah. At the sensation of something pushing up hard against the inside of his lower belly, Nox’s hips rose in response. His toes curled tight, and a dull, heavy ache filled his stomach. His flushed face was a mess of bruises and fresh, red handprints.
Khalid looked down at that face, moving his hips incessantly. Squelch, schlick, suck, thud. The sound of him plowing into Nox’s wide-spread legs grew louder and louder.
Nox felt as though his vision was turning white. A white discharge trickled from the tip of his semi-erect member. As the inner walls, seemingly molded to the shape of the shaft, sucked upward, Khalid furrowed the bridge of his nose and delved even deeper.
“Kuh...!”
“……!”
Khalid's teeth were gritted, and Nox trembled, his back arched. Because Khalid’s size was so excessive, the mere act of him digging deeper caused a stiff, pulling ache in Nox’s lower abdomen. Nox wished the sensations he was feeling weren't real. But it was reality—being splayed open for Khalid, harboring his member, and being shaken helplessly—and it was something he could not escape.
“Haa, ah... Ah...!”
Thud, thud. Squelch. Slap. As Khalid increased his speed, Nox’s moans became more frequent. Nox’s lips were stained red with blood, and Khalid’s face was slightly flushed. Khalid gripped Nox’s hips so hard it would surely leave marks, thrusting inside at his own whim. As Khalid’s pelvis collided with Nox’s buttocks, Nox’s skin turned a deeper shade of red. Nox reached up with trembling fingers to cover his eyes, trying to hide his expression.
“Look at me.”
“...Hyaa.”
But Khalid would not permit even that. One of Khalid’s hands crawled up to seize Nox’s chin, forcing him to face him. And in that position, he continued his hip-thrusts.
Khalid’s member reached deep into the passage, prodding repeatedly at the most curved part of the interior. Nox felt a sensation that made him want to retch. However, Khalid had no intention of stopping; seeing Nox’s face contort, he drove himself inside even harder.
“Agh...!”
As the inner walls were scraped more and more, a strange sensation surged up from below. Nox gasped and twisted his waist at the unfamiliar feeling. Khalid, unwilling to let him go, buried himself deep as if to plug the opening and then rolled his hips in a circular motion. At the sensation of his insides being ground against, Nox’s chin, which was being held, snapped back.