Little Pink Starfish

There was no time to steady himself as his body collapsed under the pleasure that spread through every inch of him. The relentless thrusting of that thick, hot flesh slamming into his inner walls again and again brought waves of ecstasy that far exceeded what his body could handle.

It was frightening.

For the first time, Ishar realized that pleasure could be terrifying. These sensations, beyond what he could endure or control, felt so distant from the life he had always lived—one where everything was under his command—that they filled him with fear.

But soon, even that fear was overtaken—as Veloan ground his hips slowly, pressing deep inside and rubbing against that sensitive spot, the fear merged with the thick, overwhelming pleasure, becoming something even more intense.

“Hngh… ugh… ahh…!”

“Ishar, it’s all right.”

What part of this is all right?! Ishar wanted to shout.

Veloan’s weight pressed heavily down on his body. The heat radiating from him, and the warm breath carrying that same heat, settled over Ishar’s lips—lips he was biting to keep his moans in.

A wet, obscene squelching echoed clearly. Ishar couldn’t tell whether it came from their tangled tongues or from the place below—where Veloan, unlike his gentle kisses, was slamming into him like a beast.

But there was no need to tell anymore.

His mind was already being drowned in heat, his body trembling under the force of pleasure so intense it made his fingertips go numb. All Ishar could do now was sway with Veloan’s movements, letting their tongues entwine in a rhythm that matched the rest of his body—completely at its limit.

The hand that had been clawing at the sheets in pleasure was suddenly caught. Confused, Ishar looked up—only to see Veloan’s hand clasping his, their fingers laced together.

It was then that he truly noticed how large and firm Veloan’s hand had become. So different from when he was a boy—it was hard to even remember those small hands anymore.

Still in disbelief, Ishar’s gaze lingered on that large hand.

“Hnnngh!”

“Please… haah… look at me.”

Is he jealous of even my hand?

Veloan pulled his hips back until only the tip remained inside—then slammed in again, hard and deep, as if determined to bury himself all the way to the root.

Ishar gasped for breath as Veloan’s forceful thrusts struck directly against his most sensitive spot. His vision flickered with each sharp jolt.

With every deep, relentless drive upward, thin streams of cloudy semen dripped steadily from Ishar’s fully erect member.

“Ishar, Ishar. Look at me—only me…”

He didn’t even have the chance to reply with Aren’t I already looking at you?

Whether Veloan didn’t want an answer, or was afraid of what Ishar might say, Ishar couldn’t tell—but that desperate tongue, hungrily exploring his mouth, stole away any words he might have offered.

As Ishar lay beneath Veloan, endlessly rocked in time with his movements and brought to climax over and over again, his body had long since reached its limit—now, only watery, near-translucent fluid spilled from his spent member.

“Ishar.”

Veloan pulled back for a moment—only to lift one of Ishar’s legs onto his shoulder.

“…!”

As Ishar’s hips tilted upward, their bodies pressed even closer, and Veloan’s still-hard shaft drove in even deeper than before.

“D-Deep… Veloan, it’s too deep—ah, nghh!”

I told him over and over—always let someone finish speaking, Ishar thought, but that lesson meant nothing to a disciple blinded by desire.

“Hngh… aah, sl-slow down—ah!”

With Veloan thrusting so deep that his pubic hair pressed against Ishar’s perineum, Ishar no longer had the strength to hold onto reason.

What little rationality Ishar had left was quickly being worn away. Every time Veloan nearly withdrew to the tip and then plunged back in—scraping along his inner walls and slamming into that deepest point—his toes curled tightly.

The hands gripping his body as it was driven upward with each thrust, the sound of Veloan’s breath, the sweat-slicked sheen of his body, and those relentless red eyes locked onto Ishar—all of it blurred into overwhelming pleasure.

It feels… so good… too good…

Overwhelmed by instinct, Ishar thought blankly. He could finally understand how the 16th Emperor of the Lucheist Empire—once called the Iron-Blooded Monarch—ended up dying in bed from overexertion after being tamed by a lustful assassin.

That was how intense carnal desire could be—precisely because he had kept it so far from his life.

And there was something more—something that struck deeper than the physical. The weight of Veloan’s body atop his, and the hunger in his gaze, felt as though he desired not the Emperor, but Ishar, simply as a person. For the first time, Ishar felt a sense of emotional fulfillment amidst the pleasure.

Veloan kissed him, and at times, sank his teeth gently into Ishar’s neck as he continued to move his hips.

“Nnngh… ugh… ahh…!”

His vision blurred. Whether it was tears from the overwhelming sensation or sweat beading across his skin, Ishar couldn’t tell. He simply let his body drift, helpless in the tide of maddening pleasure.

“Not… not there—hnngh!”

His body was already consumed by ecstasy. Then Veloan’s hand wrapped around Ishar’s shaft, and without mercy, he began to rub the sensitive tip with his fingers.

“Ah—nngh!”

With Veloan’s hand working his shaft and his hips pounding like a beast just beneath, it didn’t take long before Ishar climaxed once again.

As his inner walls tightened around him, a low grunt slipped from between Veloan’s lips—kgh—but even as Ishar was in the midst of release, Veloan showed no mercy. He continued thrusting, relentlessly striking that deepest point inside.

For the first time in his life, Ishar truly experienced his vision going completely white—he gasped sharply, breath hitching in his throat as ragged moans tangled in the air between them.

His body writhed from the overwhelming pleasure, and tears began to fall on their own from the unbearable intensity.

Seeing that, Veloan leaned in and slowly licked the tears from the corners of Ishar’s eyes. Then, as if to ask if he was all right, he pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

Though Veloan’s upper body remained surprisingly gentle, his lower body was still moving with unrelenting ferocity. Ishar struggled to suppress the constant moans spilling from his throat, but it was a losing battle.

There was no holding back anymore. Caught in the throes of intense physical ecstasy, Ishar let himself be rocked by Veloan’s rhythm, surrendering completely—even opening his mouth to the tongue that came to entwine with his own.

“…?”

Ishar noticed something had changed—just as he began to wonder why, despite bringing him to climax so many times, Veloan himself hadn’t released even once.

His violet eyes, hazy from the constant heat and stimulation, began to tremble with unease.

“Ve… Veloan?”

“Just… haa… stay still.”

“Why… why are you…?”

The words wouldn’t come.

Deep inside him, Ishar felt Veloan’s shaft begin to swell even more.

Specifically, the area between the base and his testicles was thickening—so much so that it hurt, undoing all the effort his body had made to adjust. The sudden, unnatural expansion filled him with confusion and alarm.

What is this? What’s happening? How can a human’s… swell up like this?

Even as confusion clouded his mind, Veloan’s shaft continued to swell, pressing painfully against Ishar’s inner walls—and even deeper, into his organs.

His entrance, already stretched to its limit, now ached with a sharpness that made Ishar fear it might truly tear.

He had thought he could handle most pain by now—but just like during the initial penetration, the fear and agony came rushing back, raw and overwhelming.

What on earth is happening…? Don’t tell me—

“It’s all right, it’s okay.”

Veloan, as if he could sense Ishar’s panic with uncanny precision, spoke in a hoarse, soothing voice to calm him.

But Ishar wasn’t calm. Not in the slightest. In fact, he was silently horrified—because of a voice that had just surfaced in his mind in that exact moment.

“When you pair two half-dragons, the pregnancy rate is high. But with human males, you have to knot every single day, and both of them end up nearly dead,”

The memory of Crodone’s voice struck Ishar like lightning—his heart sank.

“You don’t know what knotting is? It’s when our great dragonkind swell up at the base to keep from pulling out during climax—so we can ensure offspring.”

A cold chill ran down Ishar’s neck. That’s right. In this world, half-dragons could impregnate human men.

No, knotting is absolutely out of the question…!

How could he have forgotten something so critical?

Reflexively, Ishar began to writhe, trying to force Veloan’s shaft out of him.

The swelling had sealed them together so tightly that even the point of contact ached, but compared to the horror of knotting, the thought of torn flesh seemed like a pain he could endure.

“Ugh—!”

As Ishar struggled to escape, Veloan wrapped him tightly in his arms and sank his teeth into Ishar’s shoulder.

“I told you… stay still.”

His voice had lost its human calm—it was sharp, more like a beast’s growl. And yet, perhaps realizing he might have frightened him, Veloan quickly followed with a soft kiss.

But Ishar shook his head desperately and shouted,

“Not inside—Veloan, you can’t—ugh!”

“It’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s all right.”

“No, that’s not what I mean! What if I get pregnant?!”

At that, Veloan’s face clearly showed a flash of disappointment—and Ishar immediately realized what this shameless creature must have been thinking.

“Were you seriously going to get me pregnant without even mutual consent? I never taught you—haah!”

Before he could finish, Veloan gave a sly twist of his hips, grinding right against the spot that made Ishar weak. Caught off guard and already vulnerable, Ishar could do nothing to defend himself.

All that came from his parted lips—opened in protest—was a helpless moan. Veloan, eyes burning with heat, looked down at him and let out a short sigh.

“Did you hear it from Crodone?”

“Th-that’s… what he said…!”

“Sounds like he gave you a vague explanation,” Veloan murmured. “Ishar, for you to carry my child, I’d have to fill you to the brim—so full it spills out. And then, for at least a week, I’d need to keep you plugged, buried deep inside you, over and over, so none of it leaks out.”

Shhhk—he ran his palm slowly over Ishar’s lower belly, pressing down just enough to make the thick shaft lodged deep inside shift beneath his skin, sending a sharp wave of sensation through him.

It was a bizarre sensation—something Ishar had never imagined he could feel this way. To be so aware of what was inside him, in such a tangible, visceral way, was utterly foreign.

His vision flashed white—like a burst of light had gone off before his eyes—and he climaxed again.

“Hhngh… haa…”

He only realized he had come again when he saw the near-clear fluid dripping onto the back of Veloan’s hand.

Veloan licked it off with a slow, deliberate motion, then gave a sultry smile—as if showing off.

“Technically, I could get you pregnant right now.”

“…!”

Ishar’s face twisted in alarm, and Veloan chuckled low in his throat at the reaction.

“Don’t worry. The only one I love and want is you, Ishar. There’s no need for anything else between us.”