Plin Ch 1.14

Plin was exhausted and just panting. Even so, he couldn’t take his eyes off the hideous c*ck.

When Hugo placed the head of his c*ck against the fox’s hole, the wet surfaces met, making a squelching sound. He placed his c*ck against the fox’s b*tt crack. He had expected it, but when he actually placed it there, his c*ck was indeed too big compared to the size of the other’s b*tt.

That big c*ck was pressed against the tightly closed place, poking it as if it wouldn’t go in, or it slid and rubbed against his plump testicles as it moved along his cr*tch.

Sticky threads formed from the viscous surface and thinly connected the c*ck and the hole. Because of the frequent friction, the area between the fox’s b*ttocks was already bright red.

“Huuu…”

At some point, Hugo stopped playing with his c*ck. The man’s jawbone rattled, and he let out a long moan. Maybe this was enough foreplay. He placed his c*ck at the entrance of the hole and pressed down with force.

“It’s too big! It won’t go in… hnghh, it hurts…”

“Ugh, tighten it a little more gently…?”

The two were in pain together. He had teased him for sucking it well, but it had only been opened to the size of about a finger. He doubted if the hole could really stretch to fit his size.

“Haa, ah… hnghh…”

Plin gasped for breath. The hole was already stretched to its limit and felt full. But the fact that only the tip of the glans had been inserted made him even more terrified.

Hugo wiped away the tears that were forming in the corners of the fox’s eyes. The round drops flowed along his index finger. He gathered both of the fox’s legs and draped them over his left shoulder like a bundle. His b*tt was also lifted into the air, so he couldn’t see the ominous thing below. But it was still firmly lodged and filling him, so its terrifying presence hadn’t disappeared.

Plin wanted to stop now, so he looked up at Hugo. The moment he was about to speak, he was met with the eyes of a cold-blooded animal.

“Hngh, it hurts.”

“Really? It hurts me too. What should we do since we’re both in pain?”

The words he spoke so gently while smiling were so abnormal that it sent shivers down his spine. The man’s eyes seemed a little unhinged, and his lips were slightly swollen from how hard he had been sucking.

“Your snake eyes are scar– hngh. Try to get a hold of yourself a little…”

Slowly but surely, it pierces through. Plin grabbed Hugo’s solid forearm. The sensation of forcibly opening the unyielding, and shouldn’t be yielding, insides was ghastly.

It was the moment he opened his mouth to say he really couldn’t do it anymore, to stop.

“Aht…! Hngh, augh… ungh.”

Before Plin even realized what he had felt, his whole body stiffened.

“Ugh, ha…”

Hugo’s hand developed scales, then quickly hid them again. At the entrance, his c*ck throbbed painfully and stubbornly, but now the soft inner flesh clung and sucked on his c*ck. The sticky pressure made him feel faint. He let out a short breath, hook.

“Fuck, kngh…”

Then, when the inner wall convulsed minutely, the vibrations were transmitted to his c*ck as well. The entangled flesh was vivid. Hugo bit his lip so hard that it almost bled.

“Unngh!”

Hugo readjusted his grip on Plin’s ankles, which were draped over his shoulder, and pulled his hips back before thrusting again. A heated moan escaped. His c*ck was still less than halfway in.

“You’re feeling it on a shallow level, aren’t you?”

“Ah, ah! Hngh, aaang!”

He pounded on the spots where Plin felt the most sensitive. Whether the fox’s body would be pierced or not, he wanted to drive his c*ck all the way in, but he restrained himself with superhuman mental strength.

“I’m going crazy… huuk.”

Although it was less than halfway in, Plin’s upper body shook wildly. The bed, which had been creaking noisily, now made an old, metallic sound as if it would break at any moment.

The sensation of pinpointing the unknown erogenous zones under the tumultuous vision was clearly imprinted on his internal organs. It was different in weight and mass from when he had done it with his fingers. It was like the difference between a sharp pleasure and a dull pleasure.

The blanket had traces of where Plin had clenched and released it, and there were tears from his fangs in places.

Every time Hugo thrust his hips, their bodies didn’t fully meet, but the strong recoil caused them to rub against each other, up and down. Even though he tried not to, he kept tightening his hole.

Plin couldn’t keep his head still, so he buried it in the blanket. He kept feeling hot on the soles of his feet as if he had stepped on something hot.

“Kuu, hngh, ah, ah! Augh…”

The junction, which had been diligently lubricated, was foaming, and it mixed with sweat and flowed down to his thighs. Some of it fell to the floor, and some flowed back into his concave hole. The sound of their splashing intercourse was loud.

Every time it went in deeper, Plin clutched his stomach. He had to hold on to his stomach because he could vividly feel his internal organs being pushed. It was so deep that when he gasped for breath, the next time it would be driven into the exact spot.

It was not long after the insertion. All the perceptions in his head suddenly cut off.

The thought that his stomach was in danger, the instinct that it felt good but somehow scary and dangerous, the hot air felt on his face buried in the blanket, all those miscellaneous sensations were not felt for a moment.

Even though he closed his eyes, he saw a thin white light. Unable to bear the explosive pleasure, he reached out into the air and grabbed the man’s forearm. He dug his nails into that body temperature and scratched down.

Along with an excitement that made him feel like he was going crazy, a sense of liberation, like something was being released from below, came over him. Like a dam had collapsed, like the contents of his stomach were melting and coming out as liquid, something gushed out from below. It didn’t end in one go.

Squiiirt, after he came, it filled up again a little later and he came again with another squirt. It was like pee. He couldn’t stop it even if he tried. The spurting fluid, at one point, splashed on Plin’s cheek and even on Hugo’s chin.

“Huu… how many, times are you c*mming?”

“Hngk… no… haang!”

The sporadic pleasure made his hole tighten even more. Plin groaned and repeatedly tightened and released his lower body. Each time, the er*ct pink c*ck diligently spat out fluid.

What was surprising was that the feeling of liberation came before shame.

How many times did he really come today… Once by mast*rbating, when he was being sucked off earlier, with fingers in the back… Plin, who was counting, gradually saw the edges of his vision darken. Is it, all, over now…

Hugo bit his lip. The pupils of his eyes, which had been looking down at the fox, gradually narrowed vertically, and his blue eyes turned yellow.

The fox, with his eyes closed, trembled with both his ears and his c*ck standing er*ct. The hole, soaked in the afterglow, also convulsed on its own. Trembling like that, he closed his eyes with a smile on his face.

“…Seriously. You’re not sleeping now that we’ve just started, are you?”

Hugo, with gritted teeth, slowly pulled out his c*ck. The fox only twitched and still seemed unable to come to his senses. The fox’s legs, which had been dangling in the air, fell down limply. The Achilles tendon stood out narrowly on his ankle. His ankles are pretty too, Hugo thought, letting out a sigh that had gathered in his throat.

“You’re really a pain in the ass, you…”

The large dragon complained, not even thinking about what he had done. He was still standing there with his c*ck raised like a torch.

He had no choice but to rub the thick liquid on Plin’s abdomen onto his own shaft. He also collected the fluid that was still dripping out, like a well. Despite his urgent touch, he meticulously applied it to his already glistening c*ck over and over again, and then he mast*rbated.

He rubbed it like a plastic bottle. The sight of the fox curled up and asleep, with his white hair, white tail, white ears, and pink feet, made him naturally exhale hotly.

Night had fallen, and it was time for the slum to awaken. The neon light of the bar, shining through the gaps in the curtains, flowed over the man’s body.

He concentrated on the act, hoping that tonight was not a dream, and that his devoted actions were gentle enough according to the fox’s s*xual preferences. His shoulder muscles swelled, and a sloshing sound came from his huge c*ck.

“Huu… kngh.”

A concentrated liquid, like potato soup, spurted onto Plin’s stomach. Soon, the huge body collapsed on top of him, covering his small body entirely.