ORCA 95

Orca changed his position. He intended to lay his goldfish on the sofa before he truly fell asleep. The sofa was long and wide, providing plenty of space. Having stripped off the pants and underwear that were loosely hanging on Niah’s legs and placed them on a side table, Orca spread Niah’s bare legs and positioned himself between them.

Niah simply blinked, leaving his body to Orca’s touch. It was already too late for reason; he was too far gone to be surprised or embarrassed by every little thing. Between everything that had happened at once and the exhaustion from consecutive ejaculations, he was barely in his right mind.

Orca pulled Niah’s waist tight, pressing him against his own body. Kneeling and bowing his back, he clung to Niah and buried his nose into his neck. As Niah’s white legs, which had been resting on Orca’s thighs, were lifted into the air, his hips and lower back naturally floated off the surface. Because of this, Niah’s top slid up, revealing his flat stomach and ribcage.

Orca inhaled the familiar scent. He flicked his tongue to lick upward, following the neckline until he reached the earlobe, which he then bit. He acted without hesitation, as if this were something he had done every day. When he nipped and teased it between his teeth, Niah, who had been quiet until now, let out a sleepy voice.

“Ah, Master… p-please don’t… bite….”

“Does it hurt?”

“No, it doesn’t hurt, but…. Ah, hng….”

Orca let go of the soft earlobe and sucked on the entire ear with a lingering intensity. Niah trembled. He turned his head to avoid the wet sounds and the warmth of the tongue in his ear, but Orca followed him immediately, sucking even more persistently, causing Niah’s waist to jolt.

The exposed sex organ naturally rubbed against Orca’s hard stomach. The pleasure from such stimulation, which he had never felt before, was simply overwhelming. His ear was being licked, yet it was his lower half that grew stiff. It made no sense. Niah reached out an arm that wouldn’t move properly and grabbed Orca’s forearm. His grip was weaker than usual.

“Uung, ah, Mas-ter…. The ear, stop… haa… hng, ah, and the hips, stop too, ugh…. You keep touching me, and the feeling is strange, so strange…. It’s too, hng, good, it’s strange….”

He didn’t know why he wanted to do it more when he was told to stop. If Niah had said he was scared or hated it, Orca would have stopped immediately. But saying it felt strange because it was “too good” was no different than saying he could continue.

Orca licked him more wetly than necessary and gripped both cheeks of his buttocks with his palms, kneading them. They were quite chubby and soft, making them addictive. He thought it would be nice to feed him better to make him plump, but then he worried he wouldn’t be able to control his appetite at the sight.

Above all, he was surprised that he was feeling sexual desire for his goldfish. No, the fact that he possessed such an emotion at all was something he had only just realized. The space between his fiercely swollen thighs was burning hot.

Orca traced the inner and outer sides of Niah’s lean thighs thoroughly and buried his lips in his neck. He resisted the urge to bite down hard, instead playing with his tongue as if peeling back his skin layer by layer.

The goldfish tasted like sugar-preserved flowers. He was sweet and fragrant. He was like a dessert that one wanted to save and eat until the very last moment. Orca didn’t particularly prefer sweets, but the goldfish had a flavor that made him want to hide him away and keep him all to himself.

He rubbed his hands all over the half-naked body as he pleased. He reached back with one hand to stroke Niah’s calves and ankles, tickling his sock-clad toes. Not satisfied with his neck and ears, he licked his chin, cheeks, and lips in turn, as if savoring a hard candy. He behaved with impatience, tasting him greedily like a starving beast.

Even then, if Niah flinched because the wound on his lip stung, Orca would carefully kiss the tender skin. He comforted him by stroking his cheeks, afraid Niah would say he wanted to stop because of the pain.

Niah pressed himself into the lips that were loosely touching his, as if to reassure his master, who was looking anxious for no reason. Though Niah lacked the strength to move a finger, he felt the same desire to kiss. When they did so a few more times, his lower half became busy again. He was curious what was happening, but he had exhausted all his energy and had no way to check. Orca moved the hand that had been teasing Niah’s soft buttocks to his waistband and undid the buckle.

“Niah. Don’t fall asleep yet.”

“Yes. I’m not sleeping, Master…. I’m not sleeping….”

Orca moved up close to meet the gaze of Niah, who was hanging limply and looking up at him slantwise. Licking the swollen lips from time to time, he pulled out his own sex organ, which had grown to an unprecedented size.

The organ, which had remained merely engorged with pulsing veins while Niah ejaculated three times, glistened with a savage appearance. Orca had been debating whether to ask Niah to touch it, afraid he might be startled, but he pushed that thought aside and grasped his and Niah’s organs together. The organ, stiff with excitement, filled his palm tightly.

“Hoo… Niah. Look at me. Haa, keep looking.”

“Yes, hng…. Master, ah, Mas-ter….”

“Open your mouth.”

The “mwah” sounds Niah had described were long gone. They explored each other deeply, exchanging wet heat through their pressed lips. The stinging pain turned into pleasure, a strange sensation. Below, the damp friction of skin meeting skin never ceased.

Niah gripped the forearm of the hand supporting his cheek and his master’s opposite shoulder, wriggling his legs. His thighs tightened, clinging to Orca’s waist. His raised hips trembled violently. A tingling sensation rippled from his waist to his toes. His heart hammered against his ribs.

The ceaseless moans were swallowed into Orca’s mouth. Niah’s spine arched, and his eyes shut tight. Thin semen dripped down, wetting his own stomach while also coating Orca’s fingers. His stamina, which had not a drop left, was completely depleted with this fourth ejaculation.

For Orca, it became increasingly difficult to keep his reason in check in the face of pleasure he had never felt in his life. While the act of skin-to-skin contact and sharing warmth was unfamiliar, he was stirred with an excitement so bizarre he couldn’t control it. He felt a thirst as if he hadn’t drunk water in an age, and a hunger as if he had been starving for days. He felt he could finally understand the mindset of an opium addict deprived of their supply.

More, more, just a little more, more, closer. His mind was filled with a single thought, and nothing else could surface.

Meanwhile, it was quite difficult to keep an eye on the goldfish’s well-being to ensure he didn’t suffocate. The goldfish tightened his waist around him. Orca quenched his thirst by drinking in the whimpering moans and filled his hunger with the pleasure and blind obedience transmitted to him. The goldfish, who had been panting and passing on his flushed breath the whole time, fell into a sleep like a faint as he ejaculated into Orca’s hand. His thighs, which had been twitching, and his slender waist gradually settled into stillness.

“Haa, haa… Niah. I never said you could sleep…. Hoo….”

Orca, who was about to mutter his habit of saying he would punish or scold him, closed his mouth and licked away the tears caught in Niah’s eyelashes. He even kissed his ears, knowing full well that if Niah heard him even in his sleep, he would surely be startled.

He let go of Niah’s now-soft sex organ and grasped and rubbed only his own. The fluid Niah had spilled mixed with his own, rubbing together in his hand. However, the excitement, now more subdued than before, was not easily brought to an end.

He swept his thumb across Niah’s cheek and lowered his gaze. The bared body was so lean and white that it looked as if it would turn into powdered sugar if crushed finely. Seeing the coral-colored organ hanging limp in the center of that white skin, his lower abdomen tightened. He became curious about what he tasted like and wanted to bite him.

“Niah.”

Knowing no answer would come, Orca called his name softly and buried his nose in the sleeping Niah’s neck. As he smelled the fragrant scent and felt the steady, light breathing, his hand moved faster. The warmth of the skin that still held its heat added to the mounting excitement. Ragged, heavy breaths piled up against his collarbone.

Orca reached his climax while burying his teeth into Niah’s tender neck, even though he was carefully cradling Niah’s cheeks. He didn’t draw blood, but a clear bite mark remained. Niah shivered slightly but remained sprawled out, fast asleep. Orca lifted his head, saw the mark, and crinkled his brow.

“Ha… damn it all.”