“This is happening because you’re being so reckless!”
“I didn’t say anything.”
Tyllian’s ears burned red.
Ash suddenly realized—Tyllian must have been a virgin.
How could he have had time for such things when he was always busy following Ash around?
‘Wait… Did he seriously think he had to stay pure until marriage or something?’
The thought made Ash feel strangely bitter, but right now, Tyllian was already half-naked in front of him.
‘Well, whatever. He must’ve changed his mind.’
Desire was a natural human instinct.
If Tyllian had decided to indulge in worldly pleasures, Ash was all for it.
“Touch me gently. Your hands are too rough—it hurts. Your fingers are too big…”
Ash grumbled as he dragged his palm over Tyllian’s chest, feeling the sharp rise and fall of his breath.
“My apologies. Unlike you, I’m not experienced.”
“It’s fine. I’ll teach you.”
He would teach Tyllian!
The thought alone was intoxicating.
Ash was so caught up in his own pride that he didn’t even notice Tyllian’s expression.
“Understood. Then, how should I move?”
“First, you have to loosen me up. You can’t just go in rough like that. It’s a delicate place—you have to make sure I’m wet enough.”
“But you’re already dripping… I could probably fit more fingers in at this rate.”
Tyllian prodded inside as he spoke, each movement accompanied by a lewd, squelching sound.
Ash’s face burned.
Why was his body so eager to humiliate him?
He’d wanted to show off in front of Tyllian, but now—
“Well, with other people, you’d have to prepare more. But with me… I’m used to it, so— Ah—?!”
“Ah, so you’re used to it. Does that mean I can just push in?”
Tyllian thrust his fingers deeper, scraping against that sweet spot inside.
Ash’s cock twitched.
“You really are used to it.”
Tyllian’s voice was flat, but Ash could practically hear the usual lecture coming.
No—it wasn’t his imagination.
“But even if you’re used to it, I’m your first, aren’t I? This hole should be new to my fingers, yet it welcomes me so easily…”
“Ugh—stop nagging! What, are you gonna scold me for being promiscuous now? Even in this situation?! I’m already hard enough to die here!”
Ash snapped.
“No, that’s not what I meant. It’s just…”
Tyllian frowned.
Despite the sinful way his fingers moved, his expression remained frustratingly composed.
Ash watched sweat trail down Tyllian’s jaw—something that hadn’t even happened during their sparring matches.
The sight was obscene.
But Tyllian had a habit of ruining his own appeal with words.
“I can’t help but think… you would’ve welcomed anyone like this.”
Ash recoiled.
“What kind of possessive alpha nonsense is that?! Keep talking like that, and I’ll— Wait, are you saying you don’t want an ‘easy’ omega like me? Then stop!”
“No.”
“Fine! I don’t want it either— Wait, what?”
“You’re the one who provoked me, who made me lose control and speak my mind. You can’t just back out now. Take responsibility.”
Tyllian’s gaze was dark.
‘Huh?’
Ash didn’t understand how he was the one at fault, but Tyllian continued.
“Now, what should I do? Should I make you even wetter?”
His lips brushed the shell of Ash’s ear before closing gently over the skin.
The rough pads of a knight’s fingers contrasted with the soft suction of his mouth, each press leaving a mark.
A soft pop sounded every time Tyllian pulled away.
He really was a fast learner…
Goosebumps rose on Ash’s nape, pleasure crackling down his spine.
His entrance grew slick again, the obscene wet sounds making his head spin.
Trembling, Ash guided him.
“Ngh… I think… you can put it in now…”
“Then I will. Should I go slow? Or… can I push all the way in at once?”
“Obviously all the— Wait, huh?”
Ash’s words died in his throat as his eyes fell on Tyllian.
The knight had freed his own cock from his trousers and was stroking it slowly.
Ash blinked, unable to believe its size even as he stared directly at it.
‘When did it get that big?’
They had trained together growing up.
Sure, Ash had often skipped practice, twisting excuses to get out of it, but before that, they’d bathed in the same streams and sparred under the sun—close enough to know each other’s bodies well.
Tyllian, ever mindful of his place as a knight serving his lord, had tried to avoid looking at Ash too openly.
But Ash had never hesitated to observe his knight—his possession.
Technically, Tyllian was his father’s knight first, but Ash would inherit him eventually.
Didn’t that make him Ash knight already?
That was how Ash saw it.
And in Ash’s memory, Tyllian had been… average, back then.
Or at least, he assumed it was average—it wasn’t like Ash had seen many others to compare.
Larger than his own, yes, but nothing staggering.
Of course, back then, Tyllian hadn’t yet outgrown him in height or build either.
They’d been children.
Had Tyllian really gotten this big without Ash noticing?
“Yes. I’ll put it all in.”
“N-no, wait—! Not all at once! Slowly, just a little—”
“Ash.”
Tyllian’s voice was maddeningly calm.
“If the teacher keeps changing his instructions, the student will only get confused.”
Even now, he couldn’t resist lecturing.
Ash panicked.
“I’m serious! It won’t fit—you’ll tear me—!”
“You can’t see yourself right now,” Tyllian murmured, pressing the thick head against Ash’s entrance.
“You’re soft. Stretching so well… It’ll be fine.”
Ash nearly whimpered.
Could he really take it?
Would his body even survive this?
“I said no! Open me up properly first—!”
“It’s unfair to treat me differently from your past lovers.”
A shadow flickered in Tyllian’s eyes.
“Didn’t they all push in without waiting? Even if our hearts aren’t close, I’d hoped… physically, at least…”
“They’re nothing like you! What they had down there wasn’t— this!” Ash’s voice cracked.
Tyllian froze.
Earlier, he’d ignored Ash’s fake tears, but now, genuine panic flashed across his face as he cupped Ash’s cheek.
“Are you crying? Ash—I’ll stop. I was wrong. I’ll pull out.”
He actually meant it.
Ash’s chest burned with frustration—his body was aching, desperate, and this infuriating alpha was retreating?
“Who said stop?! I told you to come in—just slowly! Why can’t you listen?!”
“Ah… Yes. I’ll… go in.”
Tyllian’s reply was stiff, awkward.
Tears welled in Ash’s eyes again.
What the hell…?
The mood was ruined.
Surely Tyllian’s cock had softened too?
But—astonishingly—no.
The thick weight at his entrance pressed harder.
“Ah—hk!”
Ash’s mouth fell open.
It was breaching him, that monstrous shaft splitting him open inch by inch, carving a path through slick, clenching heat.
This… isn’t possible.
How could anything this size exist?
It defied human limits.
Ash felt his insides shift, organs crowding upward as if making room.
Breathing became a struggle.
“Hah—ngh, w-wait—!”
“Hm?”
Tyllian lifted his hips slightly—then slammed the rest of the way in.
Ash’s vision whited out.
“Hhk—! A-ah! T-there—!”
He wanted to scream Don’t move! or Go slower!
But Tyllian seemed to hear the opposite.
“You like it here.”
Large hands caged Ash’s head, pinning him in place as Tyllian’s cock grinded against that devastating spot inside him.
Thud.
The blunt pressure against his weakest point tore a scream from Ash’s throat.
“AH! Ngh—! S-stop! AH—!”
Lightning shot behind his eyelids.
His toes curled violently.
He’d known this was his sensitive spot—every lover who’d touched it had wrung pleasure from him.
But this wasn’t a pleasure.
This was an overload.
Every drag of that thick length sent shocks up his spine.
He bit his lip to stifle the noises, but his hips moved on their own, rutting mindlessly against Tyllian’s stomach.
The sheets ripped under his scrambling feet.
His fists twisted in the pillows.
His vision flickered between black and blinding white.
“……!”
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