ORCA 64

“Hah, Niah, you’re, really strange.”

“Hehe…. I like you, Young Master. So hurry, hurry. Please?”

“This isn’t my fault anymore. You can’t say you hate me.”

Orca put his third and fourth fingers in Niah’s mouth and played with his tongue, stirring it around as he pleased. With the two fingers that were now sufficiently wet and damp, he rubbed the hole and thrust them in deeply all at once. Niah swallowed down a scream of, “Ack!” Instead, he lifted his chin once more.

As he focused on the intertwining tongue, the burning pain subsided, and a dull sensation spread through his body. Just two fingers felt like his internal organs were being crushed; he could not imagine what would happen inside if he put the young master’s thing in.

The movement of the fingers going in and out was vivid. A clear pressure, as if it were happening right before his eyes, pressed down on the inside and rubbed it all over. He did not know if it felt good or bad, so all his nerves were focused on his buttocks. Water trickled down from his penis. He could feel it flowing down his skin, and from below, a strange, squelching sound was made.

The feeling of them going in and out more smoothly than before was somehow embarrassing. Even though he was the one who had begged for it, he suddenly felt ashamed. At that moment, the tongue that had been prodding his throat disappeared from his mouth, and a warm liquid wet his hands and stomach. Unlike him, who would go limp immediately after releasing, the penis filling his palm was still hard. A low groan landed by his ear along with a heavy breath.

“Unh! Aah, suddenly, ah!”

“Does it hurt?”

“No, ooh, uum! It’s, not, hurting, but, ah, uut, the inside feels strange, ung!”

The body that began to be thrust up without warning swayed back and forth as if fluttering in the wind. It was not a lie that it did not hurt. The hole, which had widened to the thickness of the fingers, gradually became numb to the pain, and it felt like it would be okay to put three in now.

However, he still was not used to the feeling of unfamiliarity inside his body. It was literally strange, so there was no way to describe it. It was neither bad nor good. The only certain thing was that he did not dislike it. His tautly swollen penis tingled as if just before ejaculation. Niah, even while panting heavily, held onto his young master tightly and did not let go.

Orca observed his panting goldfish intently. It seemed it was not a lie that it did not hurt, as he kept fidgeting with his hand and rubbing his penis. He tried thrusting the fingers in, turning them in various directions. He became more and more persistent, thinking that if this act started to feel good, he might someday be able to put his own thing in. If he loosened the hole every day, it might become soft, and then maybe the disaster of his goldfish being split in half or him being torn apart when he put his thing in would not happen.

“Does it feel good?”

“I don’t, I don’t really know, aahk!”

“I don’t really know either, Niah. It’s my first time touching a place like this. …Should I make it feel good here.”

Orca lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth. Without teasing, he licked it up gently and moved his arm diligently. Unlike the gentle touch of his tongue, the hand movement touching the inside of his body was a bit rough.

Niah’s plan to make Orca lose his mind and then satisfy his own lust was postponed for another time. The one losing his mind right now was himself. His whole body was tingling. Even his head was numb, so he could not think of anything else.

“Huut, Young Master, the front, haah, uugh…. It’s frustrating, the front…. Ah, aht! It’s going to burst. In a little bit, huuh! It’s going to, burst. Young Master!”

Orca pretended not to hear and circled his tongue. He did not want to touch him now because if he did, it would be his fourth ejaculation already. Wet, gulping sounds continued from the hole. The thin liquid that trickled from the tip of his penis flowed down his buttocks and pooled in his palm. Thanks to that, the slippery hole was soft. Just as he was debating whether or not to put another finger into the gaping hole, the goldfish tapped his shoulder, pat, pat, pat. It was a sign that he had reached his limit.

He pulled out his fingers, sat up, took off his robe, and meticulously wiped Niah’s wet stomach and hands. He wiped his own hands as well, lowered his posture, and slid his arms under Niah’s shoulder blades. Supporting himself on the bed with his elbows and forearms, he then pushed his knees back to press their lower bodies together. Then, he cupped the round back of his head with both hands and pressed his lips to his eyes, nose, and mouth in order.

“Young Master, hurry….”

Niah, hugging Orca who was only kissing him slowly, bucked his hips. He could not move because of the weight on his lower body, but the feeling of being rubbed against the hard abdominal muscles and the sensation of their erect penises touching slightly felt good. Thanks to the pillow under his lower back, the heavy weight was transmitted to just the right degree, further fueling the pleasure.

“Hurry….”

Orca, being careful not to crush his goldfish, rubbed their lower bodies together. He buried his nose in his neck and sucked on his collarbone, creating a mark. The bed, tangled with the sound of wet skin rubbing together and moans, took on a somewhat messy appearance. Niah curled his hands and feet tightly at his slow hip movements. His thoroughly softened buttocks repeatedly gaped open and then closed.

“Young Master…. Young Master, huuh, Young Master….”

Niah felt as if he were having sex with his young master.

Orca, who no longer had the luxury to enjoy it leisurely, began to move quickly. Orca thrust his hips up as if he were ramming his penis into Niah’s body. The sound of friction grew louder, and the arms holding him tightened. As the stimulation intensified, Niah, who had ejaculated quickly, had tears welling up in his eyes again. The continuous pressure on his penis, which had become as sensitive as it could be, was overwhelming.

“Ah, aah, Young Master, huut…. Haah, heuk, Young Master….”

“Just a little. Just bear it a little. Okay? Niah.”

“Young, Master, unh…. Does it feel, ah, uut, does it feel good, for you?”

“Yes. It’s good. It’s good, Niah. It’s good.”

Their skin slapped together as they rubbed. Orca, who had been repeating only the word ‘good,’ urgently sought Niah’s lips. Stifled moans leaked out with a groan. Orca moved his hips with the intention of pouring out all the sensations that were churning in his stomach like never before. The body underneath him was rubbed rustlingly against the bed sheets, going limp. Soon, his buttock muscles dented deeply, and the pillow under Niah flattened.

Their pressed-together lower bodies were drenched in a mixture of sticky fluids, and Niah, who had been wrung out five times, was completely limp, only letting out faint breaths. Orca, who had buried his face in his shoulder while still on top of him to collect himself, slowly moved away.

“You’re not asleep. Good boy.”

He swept back the hair that was now matted with sweat from his forehead. After caressing him for a while as if praising him, he grabbed the robe and roughly cleaned up the area below. All the while, Niah looked up at him with languid eyes. Even as he was being held by the armpits and sat up, his gaze remained fixed on one spot. He forcibly pulled his pelvis, which was creaking from being spread open for so long, and folded his legs. Orca, standing outside the bed, lowered his posture. As he reached out his arms and wrapped them firmly around Niah’s lower back, sunlight seeped through the gap in the parted curtains.

“Put your arms around me. Let’s go wash up.”

Niah debated whether to hug him or not. His wavering gaze fixed on his penis, which was still standing erect and showing off its presence. Sleepiness and desire, each occupying half of his mind, wrestled with each other and finally tilted to one side. Instead of being held, Niah gently removed the hand that was wrapped around his body.

“Young Master. Can’t we wash up a little later…?”

Orca settled down under the light as his goldfish wanted. He did as he was told, but he felt uncharacteristically embarrassed from being stared at so much. He watched the back that was stooped low between his thighs. Then he gently pushed the top of his head to lift it.

“Niah.”

“I want to see too.”

Niah, pulling his hand down, folded his eyes, which were hard to keep open from sleepiness, into half-moons and giggled, “Hehe.”

“Young Master. Are you embarrassed?”

“…Yes. So stop looking.”

“It’s okay. You’re pretty.”

Niah whispered softly. Orca’s face showed a hint of bewilderment at having the words he had said last time returned to him exactly as they were.

“You’re really strange….”

“You’re pretty, Young Master.”

The giggling goldfish playfully stroked him as if stroking a cactus that was introducing itself to him as cute. As he let out a dry laugh in disbelief, strength steadily gathered below. He found himself even more ridiculous.

After enjoying a leisurely bath with Niah, Orca came out with a subtly pleased look on his face. He had just come from watching him for a long time as he lay on his bed, having drifted off into a light sleep.

The goldfish, who had not been able to easily calm his excitement until he fell asleep, had been continuously excited even when they entered the bathroom. Drifting with sleepiness, he would laugh, “Hee,” and then suddenly fall into his arms, or grope him while looking at him with a suggestive gaze. As his unfocused eyes kept looking up hazily, it was hard to erase his sinister thoughts. The way he smiled for no reason was dazed, as if he were drunk.

‘Niah. Hold on here like this. Your legs this way.’

The goldfish obediently changed his position and rested his cheek on the edge of the bathtub. Even while he spread open his buttocks, which had naturally come out of the water, he stared at him persistently. On his peaceful expression, only a hint of a smile would occasionally appear; there was no sign of embarrassment. He was originally honest and would reveal his feelings without reservation, but today it was even more evident. On top of being aroused, he was also sleepy, so it seemed he was not in his right mind.

The goldfish, wet with water, sparkled in the bright sunlight coming through the large window on the bathroom wall. He shimmered like the scales of a fish submerged beneath the water’s surface. The space between his white buttocks was the coral color that did not disappoint his expectations, but it was slightly swollen, which made him feel displeased. It seemed that even two fingers had been too much for the goldfish.

‘Does it hurt?’

‘No. It doesn’t hurt that much….’

A chuckling laugh followed the ambiguous denial. He felt barbaric for trying to satisfy his own lust to the point of making him get used to the pain. He felt like he had become a brute who was faithful only to his instincts, blind to everything else. It was not something for him to say, as someone who had ended up choosing to become a soldier after killing indiscriminately, unable to overcome his desires, but looking at the small, panting body, it felt shamefully primitive. A sigh escaped him naturally.

‘That’s enough. Come here.’

He grabbed one of the hands that was holding onto the bathtub and pulled. The hand that came along obediently seemed to be pulled into his embrace, but then it suddenly stopped and fumbled with his own buttocks. The slender fingers fiddled with the hole. What on earth was he showing him? A wave of bewilderment washed over him. The goldfish rolled his eyes and then lowered his voice to ask a small question. It was a really strange question that he could not answer right away.

‘Can you put yours in…?’

He had never put it in anywhere, so there was no way he would know something like that. On the contrary, he was more curious. He wondered if this tiny hole would stretch to the size of his penis, or if it would be stranger for it to stretch.

‘Can you put it in…?’

The goldfish urged him again. An answer did not come readily. He was just flustered by him asking such a question with a smiling face. On top of that, no matter how he looked at it, it did not seem like it would go in. He would have to get at least three fingers in to even attempt it, but seeing it swollen like this with just two, it seemed he should not put it in.

‘…I don’t really know either.’

But he did not want to say a firm no, so he gave an irresponsible answer. Even he thought it was a shameless answer. Only then did the goldfish return to the water and let himself be held in his arms. He swam over, splash splash, and then opened his mouth with a face full of curiosity.

‘You haven’t done it either, Young Master?’

‘Done what.’

‘Umm, sexual intercourse.’

He could not quite get used to the blunt word coming from the goldfish. He could not tell if he was just saying whatever came to mind because he was half-asleep, or if this was actually his original personality that had been suppressed until now. As he was spaced out for a while, the goldfish, having come to his own conclusion, propped up his knees and put his hands on his shoulders. Then he brought his lips to his ear and whispered. His voice was small, as if he were telling a great secret.

‘It’s okay, Young Master. It’s my first time too.’

‘Hah, what’s okay.’