"Agh! Ah...!"
A thin, pale fluid—neither pre-cum nor a full ejaculation—spilled from Nox's member. Forced out simply by the heavy pressure against his prostate, the liquid trickled down, staining his lower abdomen. Khalid tracked the spill with a slow, deliberate gaze before finally releasing Nox’s jaw.
A hollow, lingering sense of release hovered over Nox’s belly. He gasped, unable to reach a proper climax, his fingers clawing at the sheets. Khalid kept his member buried deep, beginning to grind his hips with slow, agonizing friction. A wet, squelching sound filled the room. Nox’s legs shook violently as he bit down on his already ravaged lips. Seeing him still obstinately obeying the command to remain silent, Khalid withdrew his hips, looking dissatisfied.
He clearly had no intention of ending things there. He issued a cold command:
"Get on your hands and knees. Face down."
"Stop, please... stop..."
Khalid’s hand clamped around Nox’s jaw again, forcing his head up. Feeling as if his jaw might unhinge, Nox grabbed Khalid’s arm.
"I will tell you once more."
Up close, Khalid’s eyes were even colder than before.
"You have no right to refuse me. When I tell you to spread your legs, you spread them."
With eyes as piercing as a frozen blade, Khalid stared Nox down, a metaphorical sword glinting in his gaze.
"You have no duties here—no dressing me, no chores. Nothing but spreading your legs for me on this bed."
"......"
Nox’s eyes distorted as if he were about to break into sobs, yet no tears fell. His lips quivered, harboring words he desperately wanted to say but couldn't bring himself to utter, before falling shut again. Khalid repeated his order to emphasize the point.
"Face down. Lift your hips."
Nox recalled the sensation of when Khalid first entered him. The feeling of his internal organs being rearranged, the sheer terror of not knowing how deep the intrusion would go. But as Khalid had said, he had no right of refusal. Slowly, Nox braced himself against the bed and knelt. Khalid grabbed his hips and pulled them flush against himself. He watched the muscles in Nox’s back twitch, slick with cold sweat. Despite feeling Nox go rigid with tension, Khalid offered no comfort, driving his shaft back into the very spot he had invaded before.
"Hngh...!"
Nox sucked in a sharp breath and gritted his teeth once more. From the moment he re-entered, Khalid began to pound into him with rhythmic, heavy thuds. Nox clung to the sheets with trembling arms, trying to endure the assault.
"It’s going to take a long time to break you in..."
The sound of Khalid clicking his tongue in disapproval was deafeningly clear. Nox couldn't breathe properly under the sensation of the man delving deeper and deeper. Khalid, however, showed not a lick of mercy. Chasing only his own pleasure, he pressed his shaft in fully before drawing it nearly all the way out. Nox shuddered as his inner walls clung to the retreating member, but Khalid did not stop, driven by the tight, constricting heat.
Squelch, thud, suck. The oil-slicked sounds followed in rapid succession. Nox gripped the sheets, panting. This was a relationship of pure agony—or rather, a systematic punishment being carved into his body.
Khalid slowly traced a finger from the nape of Nox’s neck down to his tailbone. Goosebumps erupted across the pale skin. Khalid stroked him a few more times with half-hearted indifference before suddenly winding his fingers into Nox’s hair and yanking.
"Agh...!"
"Endure it."
With that command, Khalid began to thrust relentlessly, using the grip on Nox’s hair for leverage. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was loud and chaotic, and the scented oil splattered across the bedding.
"Haa, ah! Hyuu...!"
Nox’s moans broke through as he failed to handle the speed, but Khalid didn't seem interested in punishing the noise this time. He simply drove himself into the clamping, narrow heat. Ah, hngh, ah. The sounds that couldn't quite become moans simmered in Nox’s throat before being swallowed back down.
"Ah...!"
His lower abdomen ached with a heavy, dull throb, and his inner walls, rubbed raw to the point of feverish heat, twitched and squeezed the invading shaft. For a moment, Nox’s body jolted, his fingers tearing at the fabric of the bed.
The pale, ambiguous fluid spilled onto the white sheets once more. Nox trembled, his teeth bared, gripping the sheets as if he might shred them. Khalid, well aware that Nox was reaching a hollow, forced climax without truly feeling pleasure, continued to move his hips for his own greed.
"Agh! Hng... hah...!"
As the phantom release passed, Nox’s trembling walls milked Khalid’s shaft even tighter. Khalid’s nose crinkled at the sensation; he pulled back significantly before slamming home. Feeling his glans strike the deepest, most sensitive curve of his interior, Nox finally gagged, his arms buckling beneath him.
"You can't even handle that...?"
Khalid rebuked him, looking down at Nox, who was now slumped with only his rear still raised. Khalid leaned over, covering Nox's back with his own body, and continued to thrust at the very depths. Nox’s body slid further and further up the bed with every collision. A long, pained groan dragged out, but Khalid didn't stop. Thud, thud. Squelch. Moving with the singular intent of making Nox swallow his entire length, Khalid finally reached a lazy, heavy climax.
"Huu..."
Nox trembled, not even realizing that Khalid had spent himself inside him. Khalid felt the tremors through their joined bodies and suddenly bit down hard on the nape of Nox’s neck.
"Hngh...!"
"You can't even follow a simple order to endure."
Nox panted, his face blank as if he truly didn't understand the scope of what had just been done to him. Khalid didn't withdraw. Instead, he ground his hips slowly. His inner walls, having grown accustomed to the intruder, were now practically pulsing around the shaft. Khalid rubbed against the interior—which was only just beginning to learn how to take a man—and pressed firmly against the deepest point.
Nox shook his head in a frantic, trembling denial. Khalid watched the pitiful display with freezing eyes. He straightened his back and delivered a sharp, stinging slap to Nox’s upturned buttocks.
CRACK!
"Agh—!"
"Keep your waist up. Properly."
Being struck while still joined caused a jarring vibration to ring through his insides. Nox, trapped between pain and pressure, awkwardly lifted his hips. Khalid clicked his tongue in distaste and squeezed the firm flesh of Nox’s rear.
"Stay focused."
Because we’re far from finished. The words felt as if they were hanging in the air. Despite feeling like he might lose consciousness, Nox struggled to keep his eyes open. The muscles in his knees and thighs spasmed with exhaustion. His overextended opening twitched, clamping tight around the shaft. Khalid intended to keep thrusting until this hole learned its place as a proper vessel for his seed.
Khalid’s gaze slowly roved over Nox’s back, which shimmered with cold sweat. He licked his dry lips, staring at the back of Nox’s head buried in the sheets.
The mere sight of him trembling helplessly beneath him sent blood rushing to his member. What he had dreamed of, what he had desired more than anything else, was finally reality. Having finally secured Nox, Khalid had no intention of letting this first night be brief. He wanted to claim this body with a selfishness and violence that would leave a permanent mark.
Khalid exhaled a slow, lazy breath. It was going to be a very long night.
*****
Flashback
Young Khalid opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was a dilapidated ceiling. The boy slowly sat up and looked around. A worn-out bed, a rickety table, and a chair with a missing leg met his gaze. This was the room Maeta had secured for him.
'It is a pity things turned out this way. You haven't healed yet, so stay here for a while and recover.'
Maeta had rented a small inn room within the Duchy's territory. In truth, it had been Nox’s doing, but Khalid—ignorant of the truth—assumed Maeta was the one showing him charity.
Khalid stared blankly into space. The situation still felt like a nightmare. He should have been waking up in his tiny servant’s quarters, washing up, and immediately going to see the Young Master. Then, the Young Master would greet him with that awkward yet gentle smile and call his name.
'Khalid.'
That auditory hallucination had haunted him for days. The wounds on his back were nearly healed now. Yet even during that time, he could not escape Nox’s shadow. Despite denying it over and over, he searched for him even in his dreams.
"Young Master..."
He called out the title once, though there would be no answer. The name echoed hollowly in the dilapidated room.
Once he was able to move, Khalid had actually loitered around the Rainerio estate several times. Each time, however, he was beaten and driven away by the knights acting as gatekeepers.
"Pl-please, just once... let me see the Young Master just once. Please!"
The knights clicked their tongues, amazed that a young servant cast out for touching Her Grace's jewelry could be so brazen. They kicked his small frame in the waist and spat at him.
"A thief like you doesn't get to see anyone!"
"I...!"
I didn't do it, the words climbed up his throat, but he couldn't speak them. What if it causes trouble for the Young Master? That thought dominated his mind. The knights mocked his silence, using their boots to nudge the head of the boy who had collapsed from their blows.