ORCA 94

Niah tried to bring his knees together against the chill now that his lower half felt so hollow. However, his legs, which were spread as wide as the thickness of Orca’s thighs, wouldn’t even budge. He squirmed for a moment, then soon gave up and went quiet. Even in that state, his erect, coral-colored sex organ remained pressed firmly against his belly, leaking a thin fluid. It kept twitching, as if anticipating the pleasure to come.

“Pretty.”

Orca let the words slip after watching him in detail for a while. Niah’s face turned bright red at the untimely compliment, and he lowered his gaze. The words of gratitude he almost let out without thinking were absorbed into the fabric of his master’s shirt.

Aside from being embarrassed that his master called his sex organ “pretty,” he couldn’t believe he was being praised for something like this. He couldn’t even imagine what an “unpretty” one would look like.

Niah tried to picture his master’s lower half in his mind before giving up, promising himself that if he ever got to see it later, he would call it pretty too.

Orca thought the color, which resembled coral in the sea, suited Niah’s white skin well. He teased the smooth skin with his index finger before grasping the stiff, bobbing organ. As soon as he caressed it lightly a couple of times, the top of his shirt dropped down and blocked his view.

Looking on with a persistent, searching gaze, Orca stopped his movements and stared at Niah. With a small moan, Niah’s eyes snapped open, and he shook his head. Orca, whose face now wore a mischievous expression, rubbed the tip of the organ, which was slick with leaking fluid.

“Ugh, ah…. Your hand, Master’s hand…. The feeling is strange….”

“Try to bear with it a little longer.”

Orca, who pressed his lips against Niah’s—as if to soothe the lips that had become swollen, perhaps from the wounding—spoke with a gentle, commanding tone. Niah, who obediently bit down on the hem of the shirt that had climbed back up into his master’s hand, nodded in response. This time, he clenched his teeth to ensure he wouldn’t let go.

The sensation, different from being touched through underwear, prodded at his sensitized organ. It was so distinctly different from touching himself that his stomach muscles tightened. Syllables that couldn’t form proper words escaped from his throat repeatedly. His toes curled on their own, and for some reason, his eyes welled up with tears. The pleasure given by those rough palms was scarily intoxicating.

The breathless sound waves produced by the slick friction, the faint moans, and the ragged, exhaled breaths spread into every corner of the large room.

Orca watched the organ becoming wetter and wetter within his hand, occasionally seeking out Niah’s lips. The monotonous hand movements gradually became more persistent, urging a third ejaculation. He would rub the tip of the organ with his thumb or lower the hand wrapped behind Niah’s back to knead his soft buttocks.

He liked those buttocks, which had a bit more flesh on them than the rest of his lean body. The parts that were plumped up from being pressed against his own thighs were adorable. He had always known that Niah’s skin was soft, but since this was the first time he had truly touched it to his heart’s content, he found himself unable to stop kneading them. He liked everything—the way the goldfish looked, completely melted by the stimulation he provided, the sounds the goldfish made, and even his obedient compliance to his will.

After loosely grasping and rubbing the organ, which had turned a deep coral color from the heat, Orca suddenly wrapped his hand tightly around it. He licked the corners of Niah’s watery eyes, then moved his hand rapidly up and down. After admiring the lower half that was wet enough to make squelching sounds, he pulled the wriggling body into an embrace and pressed his forehead against his. The feverish, flushed face was a sight to behold.

“Ah, Mas-ter. Ah, ugh…, haa, hng, hnnn…!”

Niah reached his climax, spilling out into his master’s palm. The insides of his thighs trembled violently. Having ejaculated three times, he felt as though every ounce of strength had left his body. If they hadn’t been pressing their foreheads together, he would have collapsed forward. It was his first time ejaculating so much, and he no longer had the strength to bite onto the shirt. Thinking, I can let go now, right?, Niah parted his teeth.

A thick tongue, as if waiting for this moment, immediately filled the space where the fabric had been. It thoroughly licked the hot mucous membrane, moistening the dry inside of his mouth. His body, now devoid of tension, could not push away the sleepiness that was coming on in waves. The time that had swept past felt like an unreal dream. If it were a dream, he hoped he wouldn’t wake up. Niah entangled his tongue, wondering if he should ask if he could sleep here. However, the sleepiness that had been spreading sluggishly retreated in an instant.

“Mmm? Ah, hng… No- now, I can’t, hnnn… No, hng, haa, ah, stop, mmm…. Hng.”

Niah, who had tapped Orca’s shoulder repeatedly to make him stop, buried himself deep into his master’s chest. It was troublesome that his organ, which had shriveled after being emptied three times, was trying to swell again. Tears stung his eyes. He tried to reach out a hand to push away the persistent touch that was still fondling him. The slow, languid strokes were even harder to endure.

“Now, ah, I can’t anymore…. It’s hard, hng, it’s hard for me.”

The hand that hadn’t shown any signs of backing down despite his pleas seemed to slide slightly before gently grasping his scrotum. It was a spot that even Niah himself had never touched with his bare hands except when washing. Not content with rolling it around like a toy between his fingers, Orca began to use his palm to press and rub the now-stiff organ against Niah’s belly. Suddenly, Niah felt a surge of sorrow, as it seemed his master had no intention of letting him go. Quite apart from the pleasure, it was just too much for him right now.

Niah leaned against Orca’s concave, angular shoulder line, panting and shaking his head.

“Haa, stoop…, hng, hnnnn, it’s hard, I can’t do anymore…. Ah, it’s so hard, ugh, hng…. Mas-ter….”

Only after moisture welled up in his moans did Orca stop his hand and lower his head to kiss him. Niah, who lifted his face reflexively, gently parted his lips and took in everything his master gave him without reserve. He gulped down the stream of suppressed lust that had begun to burst forth because of him, and the desire that had swollen to an unbearable degree. If it was something given by his master, he wanted to have all of it.

Niah held onto Orca tightly. The thick fingers that had been teasing his scrotum slipped behind him to touch the smooth, flat skin, but Niah simply focused on the kiss. Sleepiness and pleasure mingled together. A languid and comfortable time seeped into his very bones.

Orca felt a little resentful because of the goldfish, who was complaining that he couldn’t do it even though they hadn’t done anything yet. When he acted maliciously, as if to swallow him whole, the hand that had been trying to push him away came up to his chest. The other hand grabbed his waist, leaning on him for support.

Every time Niah struggled, Orca gave him a moment to breathe, upon which the goldfish would lean heavily against him, panting. When he watched that silently and then pressed his lips back to his, Niah would stick out his tongue and whimper. It was foolish, yet cute, that even though he was miserable and complaining that he was exhausted, he couldn’t actually push him away properly.

He glanced at the sex organ, which had become slippery with whitish semen and clear fluid. When he fondled it gently, the goldfish’s hand tightened. But this time, instead of pushing him away, he clung even more tightly. After rubbing against the moist, clinging skin to his heart’s content, Orca pulled his lips away. There was a lot to be careful about, as he didn’t want him to suffocate to death.

All the water-beings he knew had long breath capacities, but the goldfish seemed to be the exception. He didn’t know if it was the difference between the sea and the river, but it was certain that the goldfish was short of breath. He was squinting, breathing shallowly, as if he were truly exhausted from just this much.

He found it amazing, wondering how on earth he had survived without dying, given such stamina. Come to think of it, the goldfish was always out of breath. Though this was the first time he had seen a face so overcome with exhaustion from excitement.

“Good boy.”

Orca kneaded the buttocks of Niah, who looked as if he might fall asleep at any moment, and pressed his lips against his half-closed eyelids. It was pitiful to see him nodding off, but he had no intention of letting him sleep just yet. If he fell asleep this exhausted, he wouldn’t wake up until night, and that would be troublesome for his own lower half.

His organ, which had been swollen taut for a while now, was in a state where it wouldn’t have been strange to burst through his clothes. He could wait for it to subside, but he didn’t really want to.

Because he had never touched himself with any purpose until now, masturbating alone felt awkward. He wanted to kiss, to stroke soft skin, and to feel the body temperature of someone clinging to him. For that, Niah had to be awake.