ORCA 93

Niah, as if bewitched, closed his eyelids and kissed him again. This time, he didn’t pull away immediately but lingered languidly. The warm body temperature and dreamlike sensation that he hadn’t felt earlier flooded into his mouth.

Orca kept his eyes open, tilting his head at an angle. Their lips, which had been clumsily touching, collided without a gap, sharing each other’s breath. Not trusting the small body that showed no signs of escaping, he hugged him tightly with the intention of trapping him. He wrapped his arms around him, gripping his waist and clutching the nape of his neck. He bit and sucked on his lips, then darted his tongue out to lick them. He could taste the saltiness as the dried blood was wiped away. An appetite that felt like an impulse flooded him.

“Mm, haa… W-wait, mm… J-just a mo… ment. Hng, ugh….”

Niah pressed hard against Orca’s stomach and then, when that didn’t work, patted his chest. He tried to push him away, but it was beyond his own strength. On the contrary, it felt like he had fallen into an antlion pit, being sucked further in. Because of the tongue entering all the way to his throat, it was difficult to breathe. He tried hard to endure it, but his head became dizzy, and he thought he might die at this rate. Moreover, the more his breath was stifled, the more intense the urge to ejaculate became. He was in agony as he kept rubbing himself against his master without realizing it.

Orca, who was savoring the goldfish as if to swallow him whole, asked “Why?” without detaching his lips. He was not willing to move any further away than that. Niah panted, alternating between his nose and mouth. He gripped his master’s shirt tightly, fearing that if he didn’t listen to him, he would just push forward again. It seemed to have no effect, but at least he was able to speak.

Every time he pronounced a word, their lips rubbed together. Half of his words went straight into his master’s mouth. Every now and then, a broad tongue would slip out to lick him. His chapped lips ached, and he felt like he was being chewed up.

“I… I’m suffocating. I couldn’t breathe.”

“Yeah. Take a deep breath now.”

“Master, are you… angry?”

Niah, who had grown a little scared at the sharp expression, asked cautiously. As soon as the question was finished, Orca denied it. Then, he pulled on the nape of his neck and shoved his tongue in again. A desire that had been tied up for a lifetime boiled up from the depths of his belly.

“No, I feel good.”

Niah was certain that he would either have his tongue pulled out and die, or suffocate to death before the day was out. Or, he thought, he would surely die of embarrassment. He was deliberately gripping his master’s shirt to avoid touching him, but his waist moved of its own accord. His breath was short and he felt like he was losing his mind, but his sex organ, rubbing against hard muscle, showed no signs of subsiding and seemed to swell even more. His entire body, from his fingertips to his toes, hummed with a tingle as if struck by lightning. Impatience coiled around his stomach.

A restless Niah skimmed and caressed Orca’s body, clutching him. The hand wrapped around his neck rolled up the shirt. Because it was pulled taut, he couldn’t get a good grip, so he just clung to him desperately. He wanted to hold onto anything and hang on. Even in the midst of this, his waist twitched. Something bulging beneath his buttocks rubbed against him as well. He wasn’t in his right mind enough to question it, so he focused only on the pleasure. His whole body melted into a liquid state from the kiss, which was stickier and more intense than his dream.

It’s strange. It feels so good….

Orca spent the entire time watching the feverish Niah with his eyes wide open. The soft moans escaping from the gap in his parted lips sounded like an elegant melody of a symphony. A desire to go deeper, much deeper, welled up within him.

He coiled around the tongue that was diligently chasing him and rubbed against the roof of his mouth. He pushed the tip of his tongue down to his throat, teasing the hot mucous membrane and enjoying the sensation of it tightening around him before opening up. He could not hide the lust that welled up every time Niah gulped down their mixed, viscous saliva.

He felt the urge to mince him up and eat him. He was becoming more excited the more something that had been his own was transferred to the goldfish. Furthermore, his desire, which had never existed before, overheated to the point of exploding at the behavior of him grinding his lower half against him earlier.

Niah, who opened his mouth as wide as he could, took in every bit of the stimulation he gave him. His head went blank, and only his master and this situation currently unfolding filled his mind. Niah hugged his master with all his might. At the same time, his waist lifted, and his spine straightened. A heightened moan poured out, vibrating his throat. A moment later, he struggled to regain his fading, limp consciousness. His waist, which had been trembling, slowly calmed down.

A short, sharp breath escaped from the circle of his lips. The inside of his mouth felt empty after the hot body temperature, which he thought would never pull away, left him. Niah twitched his freed tongue, breathing hard, and opened his eyes. The focus behind his thinly parted eyelids was dim.

He called out “Master” as a habit, but what was in front of his eyes didn’t look like his master; it looked like something else entirely. If he were to encounter a ferocious wild beast living in the hunting grounds of a forest, it would probably look like this. He shuddered with chills. But even that felt pleasant.

Is Master a sea beast, not a mountain beast…?

While Niah was occupied with this absurd question, Orca pushed up Niah’s top and hooked his fingers into the waistband of his pants. He firmly supported Niah’s back with one hand to prevent his limp body from tumbling onto the carpeted floor.

“Haa… I want to see. Show me.”

It was an ambiguous prod between an order and a request. Niah nodded hurriedly and said, “Yes.” There was no shame, no embarrassment, not a shred of diffidence. He liked his master so much that he was ready to do anything right now. He was in a state where he wanted to say yes to whatever he was told. Niah undid his own belt buckle.

“Niah. Hold this in your mouth.”

Orca made Niah bite down on the hem of his shirt. It was because the long shirt was obscuring his view of the area below. Niah, who bit the cloth as he was told, followed his master’s gaze to look down. It was already fully swollen again, making his underwear bulge. Perhaps because he had already ejaculated once, it was less stifling than before, but the urge to rub it frantically remained the same.

Instead of touching himself, Niah clutched Orca’s shoulders tightly. His heartbeat grew loud at the thought of showing a place he had never shown anyone before. The breaths leaking through his teeth were feverish.

Orca started by stroking the clearly exposed stomach, then brushed gently over the wet underwear before grabbing it firmly. Niah hunched his back and clenched his thighs tightly. Orca, who had kissed various parts of his face as he grew hot from whimpering, continued his persistent hand movements. He pressed his lips in turn to his sweat-beaded forehead, his tense eyelashes, his twitching eyes, his round cheeks, and his upper lip that was chewing on the fabric.

Yet, he didn’t stop the kneading, as if playing with him. He traced and rubbed the protruding outline and used his fingertips to rub the tip. He turned his palm toward his buttocks to roll the soft scrotum. He bit and licked his upper lip—not to hurt him—while keeping his waist fixed, preventing him from wriggling as he moved.

The goldfish gritted his teeth as if chewing on his shoulders and whimpered. The eyes he had opened slightly would repeatedly shut tight before looking at him again. He kissed those eyes over and over. It was absurd that he was touching someone else’s sex organ—and one in underwear soaked with semen—as if it were nothing. He had never touched his own like this, but instead of feeling repulsed, he only felt the desire to torment him a little more.

Niah, who had ejaculated quickly shortly after, spat out the saliva-soaked hem of his shirt and clung to his lips. Following his master’s earlier explanation, he made mwah sounds as they collided, blindly shoving his tongue in and licking.

Orca, quite pleased with his goldfish acting cute, let him suck on his tongue for quite a while, just as he wanted. Fearing that if he left him alone, they would be kissing like this until nightfall, he pulled back slightly. Seeing the lips still pursed, full of lingering regret, he suddenly stuffed them entirely into his mouth, sucked on them, and tapped Niah on the buttocks.

“Lift your hips.”

Niah braced himself on his master’s shoulders and put strength into his legs. Somehow, because his energy had drained away, he could only lift them a little, but Orca did not miss the opportunity to pull down his pants and underwear at the same time. Then, he made Niah bite his shirt again as he sat back down.