ORCA 62

Orca easily let down Niah’s high expectations. Where their lips had parted, only gasping breaths piled up. The hand that had been gripping his shoulder lost its strength and fell away limply. His young master, visible through his narrowly opened eyes, was extremely close. The face that had been too near to focus on moved even closer with wet kissing sounds, then pulled away, repeating the motion. No matter how he thought about it, it did not seem like he was being eaten. It was just an ordinary kiss.

“Niah. You have to breathe properly.”

“Yes.”

Niah answered Orca’s affectionate whisper obediently, but his mind was a dizzying mess of complicated thoughts. Could this be what Luang meant by ‘groundwork’? Or was this what it meant to be caught alive and cooked to be fresh and delicious? He pondered over and over. He had no way of knowing in detail how an orca, which he had never actually seen, ate its meals. He could only guess that it probably was not like him, a goldfish, nibbling on some waterweed.

As Orca kissed his face all over and kneaded Niah’s upper body, he undid the rest of the buttons. The lips that moved down to his ear licked the shell of his ear lingeringly and tickled his earlobe. They touched his neck and shoulder, one after the other, in a careful sequence. A broad palm fully savored the soft skin.

The hand that had been sweeping over his flat stomach and caressing his prominent ribs slowly moved up and circled his nipple. While Niah alone was lost in his serious questions, it pressed down firmly or rubbed gently. The soft flesh was swept this way and that, and soon popped up tautly. Orca lowered his gaze slightly. He liked the coral-pink skin tone.

“Ah, ugh… Young Master. Am, am I getting eat, huh, eaten, for real? This, unh, this doesn’t seem like that, ah!”

He deliberately put strength into his fingertips.

“No. It is.”

He found the misunderstanding amusing and decided to tease him a little more. The feeling of enjoyment was fresh. Orca lowered his head as if to provide evidence for his answer. In any case, it was not a lie that he felt like tasting him. Therefore, it was as good as half-true. He concluded his reasoning strangely.

The tongue flattened and then pointed, tormenting Niah. After sucking on it strongly, he would lick it gently or circle it. The whimpering moans seemed to make Orca even more delighted. It reached the point where he had the strange wish that he had two mouths. Of course, that would never come true, so he caressed the other side with his fingers. As he rubbed it with the tip of his finger as if to scratch it, the hand that had been lying limp once again gripped his shoulder.

“Young Master, huuk, it’s, strange… Ah, it feels, it feels good. Ah!”

At those words, Orca bit down hard on the flesh he had been sucking. Niah’s eyes went wide as he gripped his shoulder tightly. When he looked down with a bewildered gaze, he met eyes that were brimming with amusement. His thought that he was not being eaten tilted back to the opposite conclusion. He could see the tongue licking the spot that had been bitten. The sight of his nipple being rubbed by the young master’s tongue was unfamiliar. For some reason, his thighs drew together. Niah looked away again and swallowed. The area below, which had not been touched by even a single finger, was gradually growing stiff.

“Does it feel good?”

Orca chewed on the skin that had turned a little darker than coral-pink, this time gently so it would not hurt. Instead of answering, Niah hurriedly nodded his head and his spine twitched. Everywhere he was touched—by lips, by tongue, by palm—felt good. Even the sensation of being bitten came as a pleasure. To think that something painful felt good was a bit strange even to himself, but it was the truth. He could not, for the life of him, hold back the sounds that kept leaking out.

“Young Master… Aah, huh…”

Orca, who had been licking the teeth-marked skin with a satisfied expression, bit the other side. The act of sucking it up, as if determined to make it swell, was mischievous. After biting it intentionally to cause pain, he moved his tongue gently. At his teasing, Niah shook his head. Each time he shook his head back and forth, his hair rustled against the sheets. The slippery nipple was rubbed by a finger, sending a tingling sensation. It seemed he was right about being deceived.

Both nipples turned red and swelled up plumply. Orca wore a look of satisfaction.

“Niah. Do this. Take off your clothes.”

He removed the hand that was barely gripping his shoulder and supported him between his shoulder blades, lifting him up slightly. Niah did as he was told and obediently pulled his arms out. As he did so, he examined his own chest. The swollen skin was red, and the spot with the teeth marks was even redder. It did not hurt, but a flush of heat rose from it.

The bigger problem was what was happening beneath his taut underwear. Niah glanced at Orca and pushed the clothes he had taken off to the side. The breaths that had been coming in pants were immediately devoured by Orca’s mouth as the sheets touched his back.

He quickly released his lips because of his goldfish, who forgot to breathe no matter how many times they did this, and went down toward the fully exposed upper body.

“Hut, Young, Master…”

“Yes .”

“Ah, ugh… Young Master. Young Master….”

“Yes.”

“Hah… Young Master….”

Orca answered diligently several times before realizing that Niah was not calling for him with any particular request. The sound of that flushed voice was pleasant, so he kissed the nipple instead of the lips. The way his spine twitched with each wet peck was cute. He pressed his lips to any random spot that caught his eye.

Following the line of his neck, he bit his round shoulder, passed over the collarbone, and then lingered on the particularly soft underside of his upper arm, his armpit, the plumped-up nipple and the area around his chest, his wrist, and his palm, one by one, as if tasting them. The moans that burst out whenever he bit down gently were like orange juice. Like juice that would drip down when squeezed in one’s hand, sweet nectar dripped with every touch. In between, the sound of his name being called mixed in. At the single phrase, “It feels good,” the area below swelled up achingly.

“Young Master, I, here too…. Down there…. It hurts, Young Master…. Here, right here….”

Niah, his cheek resting on Orca’s palm, watched him and brought his other hand down below. The gesture of hooking his fingers on his bulging underwear and fidgeting was impatient. It was because the penis that had been erect since a while ago was now starting to hurt. Orca playfully and stealthily stroked the top of the damp underwear. Niah twisted his waist and made a crying sound.

“Young Master…. Not like, that, ugh….”

“Should I touch you.”

“Yes, yes.”

Orca placed Niah’s hands down by the side of his face and adored his flushed eyes to his heart’s content. The way he was strangely proactive at times like this, when he usually blushed over nothing, was endearing. His honesty, faithful to his instincts, was so cute it kept making the corners of his mouth twitch. He removed the underwear without any difficulty. White legs flew up in the air and then swooped back down to their original position.

The naked goldfish was colored in white and red. Seeing the red marks left on his upper body made him want to create the same ones on his still-white legs. He wondered if he was crazy for thinking the damp, coral-colored penis looked appetizing, yet the space under his tongue tightened.

He gently licked down from the tip, where a clear fluid was trickling. When he rubbed the delicate-looking skin with force, Niah’s hips bucked. As he continued to watch the explicit display, his own penis grew to its full size, bringing a wave of pain. He tried to push away the thought of toying with him as he pleased until he was a complete mess, of ramming into him and making him sob. His throat, which had swallowed down his disappointment, felt parched.

“Niah. Why were you born so small.”

Niah, bewildered by the unexpected complaint, only rolled his eyes. While he hesitated, wondering if he should apologize, his captured penis was roughly rubbed all over by a calloused palm. The sudden, strong stimulation completely blocked his words. A wet, sloppy sound followed.

“Hah!”

“Why are you pretty even in a place like this, huh? You’re doing it on purpose.”

“I don’t, huuk, I don’t know. Ah, aah… No, I’m not….”

Even with the absurd accusation, Niah answered every time, clenching his fists. The feeling of impending ejaculation quickly rushed over him, and his eyelids shut tight. But the stimulation that disappeared just before he could release left Niah even more dazed than before.

As he stared at his young master who had suddenly appeared before his eyes, unable to say anything and just gaping, their lips met and parted several times. His penis brushed against the swaying fabric of the robe, making the torment worse. His lower abdomen throbbed, and his toes tingled. He did not feel sad, but out of nowhere, he felt like crying.

“I wasn’t blaming you. You can’t say you hate me later. Okay? Got it.”

“Yes, yes…. I don’t hate you. I don’t hate you, Young Master. But, but….”

Niah pushed at Orca’s shoulder. That was not what was important right now. That was not it, but his young master did not seem to know what was urgent. Niah patted Orca with a nearly crying face.

“Young Master, quickly, please do it again quickly…. It’s hard for me. Quickly…. No, I’ll just, I’ll….”

“No.”

Orca caught his goldfish’s hand as it stealthily moved down and held it back by his face. He leisurely watched him flail, steeped in arousal, then gripped his trembling waist. He lifted the body that was resting on his thighs and moved its position upward. As Niah’s gaze was pushed up, his erect penis slapped against the flat stomach. The heated body let out whimpering moans even at the slight stimulation. Orca bent his back.

“Hmm….”

When he laid the lower body, which had been draped over his thighs, completely on the bed, it became difficult to kiss the spot he wanted. The stiff masses of muscle were an obstacle. He just watched the penis, which was getting redder and redder, from up close. The way his stomach muscles twitched and it bobbed was lewd. The clear fluid, no longer just trickling, was now soaking his stomach.

“Young Master….”

Before long, a pressing call came, urging Orca on. A faint resentment was mixed in the trailing end of his words. He delved into the space between the still-parted thighs. The touch that cupped the plump buttocks was quite careful. The backs of Niah’s knees hooked onto his forearms, and his lower back lifted into the air. Only then was he able to lick the thoroughly wet penis to his heart’s content. Orca opened his mouth without hesitation.

“Huuh, ah, ugh…. Young Master, hut, Young, Master…. Uut, huh….”

The flattened tongue rubbed the erect shaft and licked every inch of the reddish tip. Even while doing so, he stared intently at Niah. Niah, as if possessed by something, held his gaze and panted. The pleasure and shame that always dominated him at the same time felt like similar sensations. His relentlessly pounding heart felt overwhelming.

Orca slowly pressed the tip of his tongue along the thinly raised veins as he moved down. He licked the tautly raised scrotum before taking it all in his mouth and sucking. At that, with a sharp intake of breath, Niah covered his face with both arms. Orca, who had been rolling it around in his mouth like a piece of hard candy, furrowed his brow.

“Niah. Don’t do that. Show me your face.”

Niah timidly shook his head. In response, Orca gently lowered his waist and shifted his posture. He supported himself on the bed with one hand and carefully removed Niah’s arms with the other. The eyes that peeked out were welling with tears. Orca felt anxious, thinking he might have been selfish again.

“You don’t want to do it anymore? Should we stop.”

“No…. It’s not that….”

“The part about eating you was a lie. All that stuff about cannibalism is just a groundless rumor, but you actually believed it, so I was just playing a prank. So you can say you don’t want to do it. It’s okay.”

“I, I know. I figured it out, midway…. Who eats their meal like this, Young Master….”

At the words uttered softly in embarrassment, Orca silently stroked his forehead. When did he get so quick-witted? His eyes narrowed. He must be seriously bewitched, because he found every little thing cute.

“It’s not that, it’s just. It’s just embarrassing…. Because you were, you were doing that…. It’s not that I don’t like it.”

“……”

“It feels good….”

“I want to kiss you.”

Niah, who had been half-covering his face, reached out his arms and clung to him. Just being in contact with him made his heart flutter. He wanted to do more than just receive kisses or touches; he wanted to do anything and everything. With the young master, he wanted to do whatever it might be, so much that he was getting impatient. He wished he would only do things like this with him.

“It should be okay if we make it a little darker.”

Orca moved off his goldfish. He turned on the bedside lamp, placed it on the headboard, and then drew the thick curtains on all sides. The bright surroundings became dark as night. The sunset-colored light dimly illuminated Niah, who was lying there quietly.

His chest heaved as he let out ragged breaths. He clenched his fists, hoping something would be done about his penis, which was still just aching. A faint sense of anticipation colored his expression as he endured and waited, holding back the urge to touch himself. Orca returned to his position between Niah’s thighs and rubbed the tip of the penis, which had become slippery again, with his finger.

“Should I suck it for you.”

Startled, Niah slowly nodded his head. No matter how dark it had gotten, having that done to him was just as embarrassing, but now that he knew the pleasurable sensation, he could not refuse.

As soon as Orca took his penis into his mouth, Niah spewed a whitish fluid. He was more flustered by his own release, blinking his eyes. More than anything, he was shocked by the distinct sound of swallowing and struggled to sit up. He just wanted to feel good; he had absolutely no intention of ejaculating in the young master’s mouth.

“Yo, Young Master… Wai, wait a moment…. Wait, hut! Just a moment, ah, huuh… ung!”

Orca, gripping his buttocks, did not let the penis, now sensitive from ejaculation, rest. He held the leg hooked over his forearm firmly so as not to lose his grip, regardless of whether it was fidgeting, and sucked on it strongly. He could feel the heated skin momentarily soften and then harden again as it was swept by his tongue. He moved the buttocks he was gripping up and down, thrusting it into his mouth. The semen was not as tasty as he had expected, but tasting his goldfish was good. He also liked the reaction, which was more intense than the first time.

“Ah, huut, ugh! Stop, now, huh, I’m, I’m gonna, come again, ah, just a moment, haht.”

Niah found it distressing that every time the tip of his penis knocked against his young master’s throat, the feeling of impending ejaculation doubled. It felt like he would come right away if he did not hold on by curling his fingers into a tight fist. This was his first time, and tears trickled down his face. It definitely felt good, but there was also a slightly scary feeling. His lower abdomen felt a chill.

“Young Master, ta, take it out. Huuh, please take it out…. In your mouth, again in your mouth, huh…, ah, ugh!”

He tried his best to hold back, but naturally, he ended up ejaculating again in succession. The fidgeting leg went limp. Orca, who swallowed the sticky fluid that filled his mouth again, admired the completely undone Niah. He continued to keep the softened penis in his mouth, licking it thoroughly, before belatedly taking it out as Niah had wished. It was because he remembered the incident from a few days ago when Niah had fainted at the same time as his fourth ejaculation.

Niah panted, his face damp. The hand gripping his buttocks moved along his pelvis and dug into his groin. In that state, Niah’s back was pulled until it rested against his stomach. Niah had no spare attention to pay to the hard shape he could feel against his back. It was overwhelming enough just to handle his own excitement.

Orca held onto one of Niah’s thighs to secure it to himself and reached out his other arm. The touch that gently wiped away the teardrops gathered on his eyelashes was careful. He had clearly made a pleased sound, but he was crying; the cause and effect did not match up. The soft palm that overlapped with the back of his hand was warm, which was a relief.