Plin Ch 4.9

His eyes, filled with heat, held an expression of extreme restraint. It was unclear why he wore an expression of tormented self-control when he seemed to do everything he wanted.

Their eyes met in the mirror.

Hugo suddenly spoke.

“I think I like you a lot.”

“…..”

Plin clenched and released his insides, bucking his hips and moving along with him, atop the safe zone Hugo had created.

“Ah, ah, ahnngh, haaa, keuh haaa…, ah, ah…!”

Their two bodies were pressed together seamlessly. Skin slick with sweat, tears, and fluids.

Plin, tormented by pleasure for so long, reached his third release, collapsing against him. At the same time, he felt hot liquid gushing inside him several times. He could even feel the excess liquid overflowing.

Hugo abruptly pulled out his cock. It was a hasty withdrawal, devoid of any aftercare, and the rough scraping against his inner walls sent shivers down his arms. White fluid trailed down Hugo’s cock.

“Ahh, uh…!”

Hugo set the limp Plin down on the floor.

Before his feet could fully touch the ground, a hot shaft grazed down the crack between his b*ttocks and thrust straight back inside.

“Heut…!”

His startled b*ttock muscles contracted. Plin instinctively lifted his heels to escape the deep intrusion.

Hugo, as if all his previous actions were solely for Plin’s pleasure, began thrusting forcefully and rapidly, churning his insides.

Plin, no longer content with just lifting his heels, tried to crawl onto the vanity.

The man’s hot sweat dripped onto his spine. The playful banter was gone; he was silent now, focused solely on grabbing Plin’s escaping waist and thrusting violently.

“Ahk, nngh, ahhh…”

“Huuu…”

His insides, already softened and soaked with semen from prolonged attention, readily accepted the brutal movements, clinging and yielding with a sticky resilience. Then, the thrusting cock scraped sensitively against him.

Plin briefly looked back. Between his b*ttocks, the cock moved back and forth with unbelievable speed, and the white foam he had seen earlier spread wide on either side of his b*ttocks. With each thrust, the foam was pushed away and then reformed.

“Haaaa, nngh, keuh, uh…”

His inner walls trembled, contracting and relaxing repeatedly. Plin kept trying to escape upwards with his shaky legs.

“Akh, ah… keup. Ah. Ha, ah.”

That was when it happened. Suddenly, his vision went black, and a pleasure like sparks ignited along his spine. Plin blinked, but he couldn’t register the light entering and leaving. His pupils dilated, and saliva dripped from his mouth. Plin fumbled and touched his belly.

His usually flat stomach was bulging.

The skin inside his belly, a place he’d never felt before, was being pushed and turned inside out. Plin looked down at his belly and whimpered.

“Haa, m-my belly is, keuh…”

Plin, hoping he had just seen things due to the overwhelming pleasure, stared at the mirror through his blurry vision. Only after several tears had fallen from his eyes could he make out the blurry outline in the mirror. But it would have been better not to see.

“Hngh, haaa, ah…”

With each thrust, accompanied by a smacking sound, his bulging belly was the thin skin stretched over the head of his cock.

The man behind him, gripping Plin’s body tightly to prevent escape, was engrossed in an act of bestial coupling. Plin cringed at the explicit sight.

As he curled his body, the cock, which had been searching for its path inside the narrow passage of his belly, pierced through something.

“Haa, ah, ah, ah…!”

A tingling electric current ran from his tailbone up his spine, buzzing at the back of his neck and exploding like a scattered meteor shower at the top of his head. It was too intense to be called pleasure, sharp and pointed like a direct hit to the bullseye. He felt like he would die if he felt any more.

While Plin trembled, Hugo, who had been silent until now, grimaced and let out a groan like a sigh.

“Ugh…”

“Heut, ah, ah… hngh, nngh…”

Plin whimpered and struggled to crawl onto the vanity. But it was a futile effort.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Just being grabbed from behind and held tightly made Plin’s entire body stiffen.

“Heut!”

His Achilles tendons stood out, casting long shadows down to his calves. He couldn’t go limp like before. His whole body tensed as if strung up by a transparent thread piercing through his center. The soles of his feet curled, his toes scraping against the floor.

He draped himself over Plin’s back, covering him completely.

“Darling. We’re not done yet.”

His tone was light, as if he hadn’t just been thrusting like a beast.

“Ugh, keuh…”

The weight pressing down on him, the heavy bones and muscles, were felt acutely. His shirt clung damply to his back from the hot, clinging moisture. The man’s breaths filled his ears. A sharp pain and a grinding sound echoed in his ear. Cartilage was being crushed and ground between teeth, and the sticky, wet sounds were especially pronounced.

He bit Plin’s ear while relentlessly thrusting. His b*ttocks felt like they were being slapped by the impact of flesh against flesh. He kept being pushed forward. He felt like he would hit his head on the mirror. He couldn’t support the weight with his arms.

“Ah, nngh…”

As he lay on the vanity, his b*ttocks raised, his n*pples were rubbed and pressed. The rough texture of the coarse fabric stung. Plin tried to put his hands under his chest, but crushed under the heavy weight, he had no choice but to feel it against his chest.

“Huuu, ugh…”

Every sensation was vivid. The tight pressure of his legs held captive between the man’s legs, even the feeling of beads of sweat trickling down from his thighs to his stiff hamstrings, was distinct.

It was only natural that his lower body was spread wide, and the feeling went beyond pleasure, to the point of his insides being churned.

“Haa… I-I might die.”

“Die? Don’t be ridiculous.”

“You lied, hngh, ugh, keuh i-it’s all the way in…”

“…I’m sorry about that, darling.”

As if those words were an absolution, Hugo moved even more roughly. He spanked Plin’s raised b*ttocks hard a couple of times. Plin, oblivious to the impacts, moaned and whimpered. A rush of heat spread the pleasure that had been concentrated in his lower abdomen throughout his entire body like exploding fireworks.

“Ah, hahk, uhh, haaaa…”

A sound he couldn’t control escaped from his throat, vibrating against his nose. Plin thrashed, knocking over lotion bottles, notepads, and a shaving mirror from the vanity. His body wouldn’t obey, flailing like a fish out of water.

Hugo held the writhing Plin. He wrapped his arms around Plin’s belly and lifted his burning upper body. He took Plin’s flailing hand and placed it on his belly, full of Hugo’s cock, and gently stroked the back of his hand.

Beneath his palm, the cock in his belly still twitched and strained. The larger hand covering his own moved languidly across his stomach, as if trying to conceal everything that was happening.

“Hngh…”

“Looks like our baby is kicking…”

Hugo, his brow furrowed low as if lost in some fantasy, lifted his chin and grinned, revealing his teeth. A dimple appeared on one cheek. He looked like a man completely intoxicated.

“Heut, crazy…”

“Playing rough, aren’t we? A son, perhaps?”

Hugo dropped his chin onto Plin’s shoulder and turned his head, kissing Plin’s cheek as if sucking the flesh. Sweat dripped from the ends of his dark hair. He continued thrusting into the trembling Plin.

“Ugh, keuh, ha...”

“Mmm…”

Hugo, stroking Plin’s belly, suddenly felt a fullness against the back of his hand and glanced at the mirror. He let out a sigh.

“…They say foxes are canines.”

Just below Plin’s knuckle, in the center of his bright red cock, a part was swelling roundly like a testicle. The taut, hook-like cock swung stiffly in the air. Each swing released a stream of clear fluid from the slit at the tip. Knotting, a preservation act ingrained in the species.

“Plin, your cock is getting bigger.”

Plin tightened his hole and instinctively thrust his hips back and forth. It was almost an involuntary action. Hugo, as if punishing this charming display, pulled his cock out completely.

“Ah, nngh.”

It was an unbelievably slow, long, and endless process. As the cock withdrew, the fullness in his belly gradually emptied. A chilling sensation, like fingernails scraping down his spine, sent shivers down his back. As the deeply embedded object left his belly, his abdominal muscles twitched and contracted, trying to return to their original state.

Just as his legs gave way and he was about to collapse, the thickest part of the glans caught at the edge of his hole. With that as an anchor, the cock scraped against his mucous membranes and slammed back inside. The already contracting flesh was forced open, creating a new path.

“Keuh! Haaa…”

What had started as a trickle of clear, watery fluid now gushed towards the mirror. Hugo thrust shallowly inside Plin, carefully wiping the tears from his eyes. He didn’t forget to tease him with rhythmic thrusts fueled by his excitement.

“Pissing, too… Is this the bathroom?”

“Not pee…”

Despite his flushed face and protests, the waterfall of fluid showed no signs of stopping. Nor did the continuous bucking of his hips. Hugo simply stood still and enjoyed the show.

“Oh. No smell, so I guess it’s just water. Beautiful…”

The man who sucked on his cum, his ear, and his navel now whispered sweet nothings, pretending to be romantic and considerate.

“If you’re marking your territory, huu… do it on me.”

The dazed fox stared blankly at the fluid streaming down the mirror. His pierced body tingled to the bone, but even in this state, shame was shame, and he bit down hard on the arm holding him.

“Ugh…”

Hugo stopped joking and thrust greedily into the pissing fox’s hole. He had been holding back his own release, hoping to cum together, but he hadn’t expected the fox to urinate instead.

Deep inside Plin’s belly, a hot, forceful wetness spread like blood. Plin closed his eyes as he saw another brilliant spray of fluid scatter across the mirror under the chandelier light.

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