BIA Ch. 95

“Hhh…!”

His insides were instantly filled with the man’s thing. It was so tightly interlocked that even a slight movement of his waist caused their inner flesh to rub intensely, feeling like his insides were about to catch fire from the friction. The thick penis kept pressing against his prostate, causing an intense urge to expel, whether it was from needing to pee or from the sensation of climax, he couldn’t tell. Dripping clear precum instead of semen, Isaiah instinctively lowered his waist and raised his hips higher.

“So, do you like it or not?”

Bran scoffed, watching Isaiah take a position that made it easier for him to receive pleasure and be rubbed even deeper.

“N-no, I don’t…”

“Why not?”

Bran asked, thrusting even deeper after being fully inserted.

“Huk…!”

His knees buckled at the unexpected movement, and his whole body swayed. Bran pulled Isaiah’s collapsing body into his arms and thrust his hips up again.

“Isn’t it fine? Transmitting the disease to me. It would be a meaningful mark in its own way.”

“Ah, uh, haht, hat.”

The cock, which had been recklessly digging in as if trying to shove its way to his balls, suddenly slipped out all at once. Before Isaiah could even shudder from the feeling of emptiness inside, a large thing plunged back in with a thud. It was pulled out long enough for the head to catch on the entrance, then thrust in deep again. The strenuous insertion was repeated relentlessly. It was a persistent and laborious movement, as if trying to make a path in the narrow inside.

“Think about why Judas’s kisses remain in hundreds, thousands of forms, even though there are no kisses of Peter or John.”

“Hhh, hhh, uhh…”

Actually, by now, insertion should have become easier. But for some reason, it wasn’t working out that way. It was probably because they weren’t using a condom. His body was also shrinking back because of the disease, whose infection status was unknown, but it was too narrow and dry inside to do it without lube. And Bran’s penis was just too big and hard, which made it even harder. Every time he thrust deep, it felt like his thin mucous membrane was screaming.

“It won’t be so bad. You killing your own god with your own hands.”

“N-no, I don’t want to…”

Isaiah muttered in a voice that sounded like it was about to break, even in the midst of everything.

“I don’t want, that kind of, thing…”

He didn’t want to hurt Bran in any way. He had only had sex without a condom a handful of times, but if he had known that there would be a day when he would mix bodies with Bran, he wouldn’t have done it even those few times. Or maybe he wouldn’t have had sex with other men at all. After all, they were all substitutes for Bran. If he had known that a day would come when he could have the real thing—

“You don’t want to?”

Bran laughed and thrust up hard, making a thudding sound.

“Huk!”

It felt like a huge wedge was being driven into his body. Isaiah writhed in Bran’s arms from the shock that ran down to his pelvis. He struggled, feeling the pressure of his waist being squeezed and the insecurity of his body being half-lifted, and finally grabbed the window seat again. As he panted, holding onto the window seat with both hands, Bran finally released the arms that had been holding his waist and said.

“Then there’s no choice. You’ll just have to be careful with your body from now on.”

Bran’s large hands grabbed Isaiah’s hips. And he began to thrust his waist up quickly.

“So you don’t accidentally give your god your disease.”

Right? Bran whispered in a sweet voice.

“Hh, uhh, uhh…”

Isaiah nodded his head mindlessly, his waist swaying with the sudden increase in speed of the insertion.

“That’s right, from now on, it’s just me.”

“Hhng, yeah, hhh…”

“Then I’ll cherish you even more.”

Bran whispered, gently caressing his earlobe. Perhaps it was because of the tender voice, but even though he was thrusting much more roughly than before, it strangely didn’t feel so overwhelming. Rather, his insides felt sweetly heated, and he instinctively moved his waist, wanting to be stimulated deeper, faster.

“It’s good, isn’t it? Being cherished only by me.”

“Uhh, y-yeah, it’s good…”

A life where he was cherished only by Bran. Such a dreamlike reality. Just imagining it made his buttocks clench and the insides of his stomach, which were holding the man’s cock, writhe greatly. Because of that, Bran missed the beat to pull out his penis and groaned lowly. Isaiah desperately tightened his insides, wanting to hear that groan again, which was so sexy, sounding almost like a chuckle scratching his throat.

“Hhh, hhh, uh, yeah…”

While he was half-lost in a daze, his insides, which had been dry and tight, became wet and stuck to the man’s penis even more tightly. The fact that his insides were wet was proof that Bran was feeling it too. Just thinking about his insides being soaked and sticky with Bran’s precum made a shiver run down his spine, and before he could stop it, he ejaculated from the tip of his penis.

“Huk, huh…”

The penis, bent so much that it almost touched his stomach, trembled as if convulsing and dripped thick, white fluid, the sight of which was reflected clearly in the window. Being fucked from behind and cumming was unbelievably obscene and filthy.

“You must like the idea of being cherished by me, huh?”

Before he could even look away, he was covered from behind by a warmth that wrapped around his back, and his body jumped.

“But you have to fix your habit of cumming alone. It’s not very cute.”

Isaiah almost screamed and collapsed from the force of the rough penetration.

“Hh, huk… huh…”

As he stumbled, barely holding onto the window seat, Bran said, putting force into the hands that were gripping his hips.

“Hold on properly.”

He pulled Isaiah’s collapsing body up high and made him grab the top of the window seat. Isaiah trembled all over, but did as Bran told him. The penis that had been filling his insides slipped out all at once, then plunged back in, with an incredible depth.

“Hhh…!”

The large penis moved in and out quickly through the hole that had softened to the point of being limp. The intersection, which had been dry until just now, was now covered in fluid that had been pushed out from the inside, and every time their crotches collided and separated, there was a squelching sound.

“Ah, hah! Haa… uhh!”

His insides, still hypersensitive as if every nerve ending was on edge, unable to escape the afterglow of the orgasm, were being recklessly rummaged through by the thick penis. It felt like the hard rod was ruthlessly poking, prodding, and crushing the swollen, red-hot mucous membrane. Isaiah sobbed, almost lying down on the window seat, from the terrible pleasure that resembled pain.

“Bran, deeper, put it in deeper…”

“If I put it in deeper, it’ll go all the way up here?”

Bran pressed down hard on the area below his navel with his hand.

“Huk…!”

His insides were pressed down to their limit, and his vision went white from temporary hypoxia. His abdomen, which was being strongly compressed while still holding the penis, writhed and convulsed greatly.

“If you’re okay with it, I’ll put it in.”

His vision blurred from the pleasure that was indistinguishable from pain. He could vaguely see his own reflection in the damp window, his penis erect again and dripping precum as if he were peeing. Isaiah trembled and muttered in a voice that sounded like it was about to break. Yeah, it’s okay…

“You can put it in, all the way…”

“You could get hurt?”

“It’s okay, even so.”

Isaiah said, panting. No, maybe that would be better.

“It’s okay if I get hurt…”

Make me a mess. It’s okay to break me. Isaiah repeatedly muttered the words he always habitually uttered when he had relationships with large men.

“It’s okay to break you?”

“Yeah, it’s good… I mean it.”

He was serious. It was something he always said, but he had never wanted it this much, this desperately.

“Please, Bran.”

He didn’t know how much he had wanted this. He had imagined it countless times. Even when he had other men’s things inside him, he had thought about this man’s thing, which he had never had inside him before.

And now, it was inside his body.

“Hhh…”

Bran’s penis was much hotter and larger than he had vaguely imagined. Maybe it felt even more vivid because they weren’t using a condom. The protruding veins and the shape of the foreskin, even the shape of the large head.

He still couldn’t believe that he knew that. Even at this moment, when it was inside his body, making a mess and digging around, it felt like he was dreaming. He didn’t want to wake up from this happy nightmare. He would rather die like this than wake up.

“Bran, Bran…”

Unable to control his boiling emotions, Isaiah instinctively turned his body halfway and reached out with one hand to touch Bran’s cheek. He instinctively begged for a kiss, but then, belatedly, he felt that his behavior was presumptuous and pulled his hand away. As he tried to turn his body back, Bran grabbed his chin. Before he could even make an excuse, their lips were pressed together, and soon a hot tongue slipped into his mouth.