Little Pink Starfish

After tying his wrists, Amon bit into Nyne’s flesh without a moment’s hesitation. At the sensation of the soft, tender flesh on the inside of his thigh being bitten, a short scream escaped him before he realized it. It was because the bite was so hard, he feared it might draw blood. Unlike usual, the rough behavior made his breathing quicken involuntarily.

Amon left deep teeth marks on the other thigh as well, then licked the spot slowly and thickly. The flesh, wetter than usual, moved greedily. As he sucked up the flesh deeply, he left red marks layered over the teeth marks.

Nyne couldn’t shake the thought that his partner was replacing his desire to consume him with this nibbling. The traces of a nightmare kept flickering across Amon’s face. The priests who, obsessed with his blood, licked and devoured him like madmen…

“Ah!”

As if he had read that thought, Amon took Nyne’s genitals into his mouth. In an instant, the thoughts of the nightmare scattered like sand and disappeared. The member, which had barely become aroused due to fear, was slowly and thickly licked and sucked. When he rubbed the tip of the urethra with the tip of his tongue as if poking at it, Nyne’s body jolted.

“Ah, Lord Amon!”

Nyne opened his eyes wide, unable to bring himself to say that it was wrong. The wet, humid mouth was an overwhelming stimulus for him. Each time the tongue squirmed and stimulated the shaft, Nyne’s grew larger and harder. He tried to pull his body back, overcome with guilt and a sense of immorality for committing something that shouldn’t be done. But Amon’s hands were firmly gripping his waist.

“Ahk, haa, uuuh, uht!”

Incredibly, Amon didn’t just lick and suck. Without pulling back, he swallowed Nyne’s member all at once. When the tip was tightly squeezed by his throat, Nyne’s legs trembled. Though he had grown used to the pleasure of being penetrated, he couldn’t be used to this kind of pleasure that felt as if he were the one penetrating—so he reacted all the more sensitively.

As the tip rubbed past the tight throat and down the esophagus, a gasp—hik—escaped him. The tongue lewdly traced along the shaft while the lips tightened around the base. Without even a single gag or labored breath, Amon swallowed Nyne completely, simply narrowing his eyes in a relaxed gaze.

“Ahhk, ah, Lord Amon, wait, st– no, ah!”

The direct stimulation to his genitals sent him soaring toward climax in an instant. Nyne pressed his heels into the bed, trying to hold back. Even just having Lord Amon’s mouth around him felt blasphemous—there was no way he could bring himself to release inside it.

But the lips, tightly clenched to resist the urge, parted. It was because Amon’s fingers had once again dug into him from behind. The hole, already fluttering with pleasure, easily gave way. His index and middle fingers curled, scraping inside. It felt like a burst of light exploded before Nyne’s eyes.

“No—ah—uuuh! Ah! Ah!”

Unable to resist any longer, Nyne climaxed almost immediately. The stimulation from the contracting throat and esophagus, which he had barely managed to endure, was overwhelmed as he spilled his release in a sudden rush. Even amidst the peak of pleasure, a wave of embarrassment washed over him, and he tried to lift his upper body in confusion. When he saw Amon’s throat move as he swallowed what Nyne had poured out, heat rushed to Nyne’s eyes.

“Haa… I-I’m sor—uh, ah?”

Nyne, in the midst of offering an apology, opened his eyes wide in surprise. It was because Amon didn’t let go of him and instead licked him again, taking him back into his mouth. Amon rubbed his lips against the tip, where the last drops were still slowly leaking out, then swallowed him down to the base once more. He let out a deep sound from his throat as he pulled Nyne’s lower body tightly toward him, preventing his frantic attempt to escape.

“Lord Amon, ah, please, let—let me go, Lord Amon!”

Even though he knew he couldn’t escape Amon, Nyne couldn’t help but resist. The continued stimulation was too much—sharply rising tension was gathering in his lower abdomen. He whimpered, twisting his bound wrists this way and that. Meanwhile, the fingers moving in and out of his rear had already increased to three… then four.

A gasp escaped through parted lips.
The muscles of the esophagus, greedily swallowing him, were frightening.
Crushed, sucked, and rubbed between the wet and slick flesh, he soon began to drip something hot.
The movement of the fingers, gathered like a cone and digging upward, felt almost like a sex organ.
Lifting his hips in unbearable resistance was meaningless.

“Ah, ah, ah, haa!”

Before he knew it, sweat began to seep out all over Nyne’s body.
His fingers, clasped together at his chest, trembled violently.
It was an act of trying to grab onto something—anything, even his own hands—to endure this relentless torment.
When the fingers that had been spreading him inside persistently teased one spot, the tormented sex organ once again convulsed and released something.
Only after licking even that clean did Amon finally pull his mouth away.

From the heavy breathing, Nyne felt somewhat dizzy, but still deeply relieved.
If it weren’t for the moaning that sounded like he was being wrung dry, anything else would’ve been fine.
While he was slowly calming his ragged breath, Amon positioned himself, spreading Nyne’s legs.
Wanting it to just be over quickly, he obediently parted his thighs.
At that, Amon smiled with satisfaction.

“Good boy.”

At the same time as the praise, a huge and hard penis was pressed between his buttocks. He rubbed as if he would thrust in at any moment, but didn’t enter right away. Slowly lifting his hips, he licked Amon’s tense body. He deeply savored the scent of skin, consuming all the sweat and dirt covering the body. He persistently caressed every scratched spot with his lips, waiting for the moment when strength slowly drained from the other’s body.

“Ah, ah…”

Nyne’s eyebrows trembled slightly. Though he had experienced it many times before, he could never shake the feeling of something too big to ever be taken in being pressed in. As always, if he just endured, eventually his rear would stretch to its limit and somehow swallow it. Just taking in the head alone made his breath shake from the pressure. As he forced down the thick head and shaft, the surrounding flesh of his buttocks was pressed in roundly.

“Hhh, ugh, uuh…”

What had been endlessly entering paused for a moment, but Nyne knew well that this wasn’t the end. It was already overwhelming like this, yet only a bit more than half had been inserted. Amon understood all too well the point where Nyne could no longer endure and began to feel pain. Judging that it wasn’t yet time to put in the rest, he slowly pulled himself out.

Nyne shuddered at the sensation of the inner wall’s flesh, still not wet enough, feeling like it was about to be pulled out. The other person withdrew, leaving only the glans inside, then slowly slid back in like a snake. The familiar feeling was spreading, tingling from behind the knees.

A few slow withdrawals and thrusts, then suddenly the angle shifted upward. As it was shoved in, stirring upward, Nyne’s hips lifted on their own. Amon held down his pelvis and pushed up once more toward the lower abdomen. A dull pleasure that rang all the way to his head drained the strength from his lower body, and his spread thighs trembled.

“Uuh, ah…”

When he looked down, his usually flat stomach was bulging unusually high. The pressure was unbearable, and Nyne whimpered, reaching out with his bound hands to try and push it down. In response, Amon thrust even deeper, pressing upward until Nyne’s pelvis ached, stirring his lower abdomen again. The motion made Nyne scream out, body jolting with a shudder. Everything today felt unfamiliar, strange, and overwhelming.

“Ah, stop, stop…!”

Each time Amon thrust his hips upward, the sensation of Nyne’s lower belly bulging was hard to endure, so he brought his knees together. But his partner was someone who didn’t even feel pain, let alone a tickle, no matter how hard Nyne hit him. In response to the passive resistance, he instead grabbed Nyne’s waist and forced his knees even closer together, thrusting in even more blatantly.

The swollen, hardened glans mercilessly pressed against one spot. Moving up and down, it cruelly ground into the particularly rounded area that caught on the inner wall. Before Nyne could even register the pleasure, his body reacted first, seizing up. Moans spilled out continuously from between his parted lips. It felt as if everything below his spine was melting away and disappearing.

Amon thrust upward into the stomach until the opponent’s pitiful resistance completely faded. He sobbed and struggled, tried to meaninglessly cover his lower belly with his tied hands, but only when he finally gave up and let the strength drain from his legs did Amon wear a satisfied smile. Nyne panted for breath and looked down at his belly with a blurry gaze. When a large hand pressed on his bulging stomach, his mouth opened and he let out a faint scream.

“Ah, it hurts, Lord Amon, it hur—ah, ah…!”

“It’s not just pain, is it?”

Nyne, who had been sobbing and writhing his hips, opened his eyes wide. It was because Amon’s fingers had touched between his legs. Despite the cruel stabbing sensation in his lower belly, the thing he had almost forgotten was standing firm and hard. A wet glans was lightly circled by Amon’s index finger.

“You’re dripping like this just because it feels so good, aren’t you?”

“Hh, hhuuk, huk…”

It was only a light touch with the fingertips, yet chills ran down and semen dripped out. Amon trembled, pressing down on his body writhing in painful climax. And without realizing it, he thrust himself in deep.