Plin Ch 1.13

Plin wanted to see with his own eyes what was being done to him because he was scared, but when Hugo finally stuck out his pointed tongue and poked the end of his ur*thra, it became even scarier to watch.

“Ah! Ah! Aaauh, ahk! Hngh…”

The reddish inner flesh of his ur*thra seemed to be on the verge of being exposed. When he pressed down with his tongue, Plin arched his back and sprang up. He scratched his shoulder and tried to cover his c*ck, but it was useless.

As Plin thrashed, the mattress creaked loudly. But his tongue movements were steady as if they weren’t being disturbed at all.

At some point, the man’s thick tongue tip became thinner and began to split into two. It was partial beastification. He expected it because he was a snake species, but he didn’t expect him to beastify now.

“Ha, no… uuuu, aauugh…”

One of the forked tongues that was licking him slid into his ur*thra with great ease. The forked tongue, which swirled around inside, went in deeper and deeper. The sensation of something coiled in a place where he didn’t think anything could enter was eerie. Goosebumps rose on his shoulders.

“Haaang! It’s weird, I’m s-scared, hng, Executive Director, hngk…”

The tongue, which playfully poked his ur*thra, went in and out repeatedly. The tongue went in and out of the ur*thral opening, making a chut, chut sound.

A tongue, thinned like a twig, went in and out of a place it shouldn’t. Plin froze, afraid that something was wrong with his body, and couldn’t move at all. Every time he opened his mouth to cry, he tasted salty tears.

What was even scarier was the terrible pleasure he felt while doing something dangerous. He struck the floor with his tail, thump, thump, as if asking for mercy, but he didn’t care. He just looked down at the pink c*ck with his golden, slitted eyes, only gauging how far it had gone in. He seemed to be smiling a little.

The other forked tongue slid inside the foreskin of his glans. Plin’s c*ck had a thin membrane, so the path of the snake’s tongue was visibly outlined, bulging on the surface.

“Hik…! Take it out, take it out…”

Just the touch of an unfamiliar body temperature made electricity run through his whole body, but now it felt like embers were sticking to him. Whether it was his tail or his ears, they stood up straight and twitched on their own. He felt like his waist would keep springing up, so he held on with his abs. He was afraid that the tongue would be inserted deeper into his ur*thra or the foreskin of his glans.

Being poked and prodded in places that shouldn’t be touched felt like being repeatedly pushed off a cliff of pleasure and then dragged back up. Plin didn’t even realize what he was doing as he tore the only blanket he cherished into shreds with his protruding canines.

“Hnghk, spare me, ah, ahhh… Executive Director… spare this fox…”

Hugo looked up at Plin, who was on the verge of begging with his hands clasped together. Crouched down, Plin looked three times smaller than him.

From Hugo’s perspective, considering the size difference between their species, he had been quite considerate.

Since his c*ck had been hard for a long time, he had helped him release some pressure first, and because he thought he might not be able to handle his thick tongue, he had partially transformed and used his more delicate dragon tongue to poke around. He had been too gentle, and yet he was being asked to save him, which was a bit of an exaggeration. That was just how foxes were.

He could feel something like a viscous fluid welling up at the tip of his tongue, which he had inserted as deep as possible into the ur*thra. There was a sudden rush of heat to their bodies where they touched. His previously cool body temperature had become warmer, making it more pleasant to touch. Just as flour dough becomes softer when it gets warm, so did the fox’s body.

“Huuup, ah, ah, ah! Kuk…”

He poked a few more times with his sharply pointed tongue and then lowered his eyebrows as if he had no choice when he saw Plin biting his own wrist, making a crunch sound. Manners make the man, so he couldn’t just leave his partner to self-harm.

As the dragon’s tongue withdrew, the curled tongue gently scraped the inside of the ur*thra as it unraveled. Just like when it entered, there was a chut, chut sound as the thing that filled his ur*thra came out.

“Haaa, unng, haaaa…uup!”

He immediately devoured the pretty c*ck. As he stroked the shaft, it vibrated with a purr, and at the same time, his mouth was filled with a fluid that smelled like fresh grass. Hugo made a well with his tongue and collected Plin’s s*men in the groove of his tongue. He wanted to suck it out, down to the last drop, but Plin was already intermittently squirting out thin s*men.

Immediately after he came, Plin’s chest rose and fell repeatedly. His wildly flapping tail had also exhausted itself and was now limp, tickling Hugo’s arm. He seemed to be leisurely enjoying the lingering sensations. But he had no intention of ending it here.

Hugo got up and grabbed Plin’s knees. His body offered no resistance as his legs were spread apart.

He spat out the viscous fluid he had been holding in his mouth under his testicles, and the opaque fluid mixed with the clear mucus and flowed over his plump per*neum. His large hand roughly stroked his per*neum, spreading it widely. There was so much liquid that it soaked his entire per*neum, and the excess flowed and pooled in his tight hole, like a final destination.

The fox, his body stained red, was pretty everywhere. His plump scr*tum was pretty, and his hole, which was originally pink but now crimson, looked even more delicious with s*men flowing over it.

The s*men that was well-applied to his hole dripped onto the blanket, drip, drip. Before more of the precious liquid could drip off, Hugo gently rubbed the wrinkled area with his index finger. The fox, who had been lying on his back and unable to collect himself, finally reacted.

“Ah, I-It’s weird…”

The texture of the hole was distinctly different from other parts of his body. It was smooth, like a place where a wound had healed and the scab had fallen off.

His finger pressed on the wet wrinkles and slid into the hole. The neatly trimmed fingernail seemed to be pushed back with force when it was inserted, but soon the red flesh clung and became sticky.

“You’re surprisingly tight.”

Hugo said, ruffling the fox’s bangs. Because he hadn’t dried his hair properly after washing, it had become a fluffy hairstyle like the head of broccoli. The tips of Plin’s ears and the nape of his neck turned red as if they were burning.

When he bent his index finger, inserted two knuckles deep, and pressed down, the hole stretched out long and vertically. Perhaps surprised by the tingling sensation of being forcibly opened, the wrinkles deepened as it tightened. The c*ck, which had been drooping after Hugo had sucked it in his mouth, gradually filled with blood again.

“Unng, kuk…”

Hugo enjoyed the way his finger was being squeezed and swirled it horizontally in the hole. The elastic hole changed shape as his finger moved. When he spread the inner wall to the left, it opened for a moment and then closed to the left, and when he pressed to the right, it opened again and then closed to the right with good elasticity.

“Hngh…”

“Squirming… so fucking cute.”

He pressed a few more times and then thrust his finger deep into the moist interior before flicking it out strongly. His hand, rubbing against the wet cr*tch, was also sufficiently wet. Every time he thrust his middle finger upwards, there was a chop, chop sound of his b*ttocks and the back of his hand colliding.

Each time, his b*ttocks vibrated as if they had been hit, and the inner muscles that wrapped around his finger also moved on their own. When he poked around randomly as if playing a game of minesweeper, the fox reacted with a strong sensation a few times, his face contorted.

“Aang, hnghh… hnghh, aaah!”

It was a sensation Plin had never experienced before. He just now realized that when a certain spot in his rear was stimulated, his body would feel like it was being electrocuted. Unlike the feeling from his c*ck, when the focal point was poked, it felt like all the nerves in his body stood on end, like antennae. If he touched those outstretched antennae, he would be electrocuted there, too.

Plin gasped for breath and tried to control the intensifying sensations, or emotions, but his body trembled uncontrollably.

He felt like he was going to die.

Even when he twisted his body to escape, his finger immediately followed. He could see the muscles in the man’s forearm bulging as he glanced over.

At the moment when a dizzying sense of helplessness swept over him, the middle finger that touched the focal point drew a light, small circle, and Plin screamed a sound he had never made before, coming.

“Aaah, aaah! Hnghh, uuuuh!”

“You c*m too easily. I haven’t even done much.”

Hugo patted the fox’s flushed b*ttocks as if to comfort him, genuinely puzzled. He was just surprised by the fox’s intense reaction, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t aroused. Hugo took out his own c*ck, which had been trapped in his underwear until now. Thud, the red c*ck, liberated for the first time, throbbed and clung to his stomach.

That c*ck, like Plin’s, had also been suffering all this time. The shaft, which hadn’t been able to thrust anywhere and had only been watching, was swollen with blood vessels and looked somewhat grotesque. It looked even more so because it was wet as if it had been oiled, and it was far too slimy to have been wet only with prec*m.