TTQI 13

“Ugh… Ah, ugh! There, aht!”

Pushing through the inner walls that clung to him tenaciously, Aion gritted his teeth and thrust his hips. Despite Zizlon’s pleas as he defensively curled his body, Aion aimed only for the peak of Zizlon’s pleasure, rubbing the head of his cock directly against it. Zizlon felt scared and miserable, but his body’s reaction was another matter. Every time his prostate was struck, his inner walls would squirm and coquettishly tighten around Aion’s penis. As if to protect the body, serous fluid, much like a woman’s vaginal fluid when she gets excited, was secreted, gently wetting the inside of his hole. Naturally, the pain lessened and only the pleasure came alive. This, of course, helped Aion’s entry and exit. Against his will, Zizlon gradually felt his reason evaporating.

“Ahng! Ugh, Aion, please, heuk, slowly… haht, uung!”

“Hah… No. You’re pretending you don’t like it when you actually do.”

“N-no, ahh…! Hah, ahng! Heuuu, I don’t! I don’t…!”

Zizlon tried to escape, but in a position where he was almost pinned down by Aion, he could do nothing. At most, he could only squirm his legs a little, and Aion was able to use his hole freely, as if handling a tool. Thwack, thwack, as he drove his cock in almost vertically, the flesh of Zizlon’s buttocks, rubbed raw, quickly turned red.

Aion picked up the pace, ramming his penis in faster. As Zizlon cried out and grew frantic, his hole tightened up snugly. Slap, slap, slap! The wet flesh collided noisily. When Aion’s penis was about to come out of the hole, the pinkish-red inner walls would doggedly cling to it, and when he thrust back in, they would shyly resist entry.

Zizlon felt a sense of alienation at the sounds erupting from his own mouth. Regardless of his will, a voice he had never heard before, one that sounded as if it were putting on every kind of charm, burst out as if it had gone wild. His mind was blank, and at some point, Zizlon stopped resisting. Stars twinkled wildly before his eyes.

“Haahng, ah, ahng…!”

Aion, at the peak of his excitement, kissed Zizlon’s lips. Zizlon cried as he opened his mouth. Aion delved in fiercely, as if he would devour his partner. Zizlon, who was already short of breath, gasped and his eyes rolled back.

“……?!”

At some point, Zizlon lifted his chin and trembled all over. Aion also let out a small gasp and hugged Zizlon’s body tightly. At the moment of climax, an intense pleasure made all ten of Zizlon’s toes curl. Semen was shot forcefully into Zizlon’s tightly clenched insides, and Zizlon’s own precariously trembling penis also ejaculated onto his stomach.

“Hah… hah….”

Zizlon, his eyes glazed over, sprawled out on the sheet. Aion squeezed out the very last drop inside his hole before pulling out his penis. The moment he did, he rushed at Zizlon, hugging him and stroking him to his heart’s content. Aion whispered into the bewildered Zizlon’s ear in a tone overwhelmed with happiness.

“Zizlon, I’m surprised. You get lewder by the day. As expected of someone so brilliant, when it comes to the deeds of the night, if I teach you one thing, you know ten.”

“Ah…?”

“You came without me touching your front at all.”

Aion chuckled, and only then did Zizlon realize what was strange about himself. It felt as if he had been struck on the head.

“Ah… ahh….”

That was clearly not normal. To be fucked as if his hole were a woman’s reproductive organ and reach climax. To do so with an excretory organ, not even a genital.

Aion lovingly stroked Zizlon’s cheek, which was frozen in shock, several times. But that too was brief; he did not grant Zizlon enough time to be submerged in sorrow. He suddenly grabbed Zizlon by the hair and pressed his head down toward his own penis, which was covered in all sorts of love juices.

“Lick it.”

Aion commanded. The dazed Zizlon was startled back to his senses. But he had no time to express his refusal. Aion unceremoniously shoved his penis into Zizlon’s slack mouth. And, as if marking his territory, he stirred it around inside his mouth wildly. The head of his cock pushed in wherever it pleased—over and under the tongue, into the throat, and behind the lips. The scent of roses, the love juices, and the remaining taste of semen all mixed together, creating a flavor that could by no means be called pleasant. The fishy taste was so terrible that Zizlon squeezed his eyes shut.

Savoring the satisfying afterglow by himself, Aion murmured.

“No matter how much you refuse, your body seems to be changing smoothly, doesn’t it? Can you really go back to how you were before?”

Aion rubbed his penis against Zizlon’s lips one last time before pulling it out. Zizlon was so dazed and out of his mind that he didn’t even think to wipe his saliva-drenched lips. To Aion, even that look was lovely. He gently brushed back Zizlon’s sweat-soaked hair and picked up the whip he had tossed onto the side of the bed.

“Now, then, let us receive our punishment. I want to let it slide because you’re pretty, but since I’ve decided to be strict now, I won’t let it pass.”

“Pardon?”

Zizlon’s eyes widened. Aion explained in a soft voice, as if it were nothing.

“You resisted me several times while receiving me. Whining that it hurt, lying that you didn’t like it—those were all rude things to do. Though they were cute.”

“That’s, that’s ridiculous.”

Aion pulled Zizlon’s arm. Zizlon did not come along obediently but braced himself, resisting.

“It breaks my heart, but it can’t be helped. It’s all for our own good. You just resisted again, so you should get one more lash, but because you were cute today, I will let it go.”

“W-wait….”

“Now, you will receive ten lashes.”

The more time he delayed, the more Aion seemed intent on adding to the punishment, so Zizlon’s resistance flagged. Aion hugged the slightly weakened Zizlon’s body from behind and sat him between his legs. Both Zizlon and Aion could look down at the soft mounds of his chest. Aion swung the whip once. As always, he aimed for the chest.

“Aack!”

Because of the position, the strike wasn’t even that powerful, but Zizlon’s reaction was intense. After flinching violently, Zizlon reflexively struggled to get away, but Aion stopped him by wrapping an arm tightly around his neck. Then, letting out a small laugh, he whispered a terrifying phrase.

“You didn’t count.”

“Heuk….”

Blood immediately beaded on his swollen nipples. Hitting the wounded area again gave it no time to heal. It stung and throbbed even when left alone, but being struck by a whip was a pain beyond words. Zizlon burst into tears again in his distress. The sight of him clinging tightly to Aion’s arm, tears streaming down his face, was quite pitiful.

“Aeuugh….”

Aion lightly cupped his chest with his palm and pulled gently. Zizlon helplessly pushed his chest out, his body trembling finely. The series of actions was utterly adorable. Aion murmured in a voice filled with laughter.

“What should I do? You didn’t count, and you resisted by saying you didn’t like it, so you have to get a few more lashes….”

“Please, st-stop….”

“Fufufu. Where did the oh-so-brave prince from just moments ago go, leaving such a coward who cries because he doesn’t want his breasts hit?”

“…….”

Zizlon, who had been sobbing, closed his mouth and blushed in humiliation. Seeing that, Aion was in a very cheerful mood. Wasn’t the prince acting particularly pretty today? Above all, he was so proud that Zizlon had become able to come just from behind without any particular training, so Aion’s heart softened completely. Not that it made much of a difference for Zizlon.

“My problem is that I just can’t be harsh with you. Zizlon, are you sorry for resisting me today?”

“…….”

Zizlon, his pride wounded, could not bring himself to answer. At that, the queen, with the hand that had been caressing his chest, viciously crushed his nipple. Startled by the sharp pain, Zizlon answered in a hurry.

“I-I was wrong…!”

“Hmm… then how about this? Out of the ten lashes, you will receive only five on your chest. How about receiving the rest on a different area?”

“That is….”

“Hah, fine. Then how about taking ten lashes on a different area?”

Zizlon was conflicted. He didn’t have the confidence to take even one more lash on his chest, but it was an unreasonable offer that held no benefit for him, making him hesitant to nod readily. But just then, the queen muttered coldly, “If you don’t want to, then you’ll just take all of them,” so Zizlon had no choice but to reluctantly nod. At that, Aion smiled with satisfaction, as if his expression had never hardened.

“Then, please move aside for a moment.”

Aion let go of Zizlon and got up. Zizlon sat awkwardly on a corner of the bed like a forgotten sack of barley, watching Aion move. Aion, for some reason, put down the whip and sat on the edge of the bed. Only then did he look at Zizlon and gesture with his hand.

“Come here and lie face down.”

“Pardon?”

“Expose your buttocks and lie face down over my lap.”

“…….”

Zizlon knew what Aion wanted and was utterly appalled. Did he intend to turn him over his lap and spank his buttocks like a misbehaving child!

“Prince. Hurry up and move.”

Knowing the prince was reluctant, Aion’s expression hardened again. Zizlon felt like he truly wanted to cry. The queen would whisper that he loved him, and then seem to want to make him endlessly ugly and unsightly.

Unable to withstand Aion’s nagging, Zizlon sluggishly moved his body. As Zizlon laid his stomach over those slender and long legs, which seemed embarrassingly thin to support his large body, both of his cheeks turned as red as a rose. Zizlon was so tall that only his stomach area was on Aion’s lap; the rest of his body jutted out. His feet even touched the floor. If someone were to see it, it would be a truly ridiculous sight. A well-built man pathetically lying face down on a pretty beauty’s lap.

Aion, on the other hand, just seemed to be enjoying himself. His cheeks tinged pink, he gently traced the outline of Zizlon’s white, round buttocks with his fingertips. Zizlon had his eyes squeezed shut in shame. Thanks to that, the sensation of the hand on his buttocks felt particularly vivid.

“You must count when you’re hit on the buttocks, too.”

Aion said, and immediately after, he raised his hand high. Anticipating the impending blow, Zizlon’s buttocks tensed, and his dimples deepened.

Slap!

Zizlon’s body flinched. He could clearly feel the flesh of his buttocks ripple, and the area that was hit throbbed with a dull heat. It was certainly more bearable than being whipped on an open wound, but the feeling of self-loathing was no less.

“Hah… one….”

Zizlon counted in a barely audible voice. After that, Aion silently swung his hand several more times in a row.

Smack!

“T-two…!”

Slap!

“Three….”

Aion delivered all ten lashes in one go. What had been bearable for a moment, the spanking on his buttocks, eventually grew more and more painful, becoming exceedingly agonizing. The prince, who had to endure both the shame and the pain, eventually dropped his head and covered his face as if in torment.

Aion gently stroked the bright red buttocks, then slowly laid the now-quiet prince down on the bed. When he moved the hands covering his face, his face was revealed, the corners of both eyes red.

“My, my, were you crying again in the meantime?”

“…….”

Aion chided him in a light tone, as if soothing a lover who was sulking over something trivial. In response, Zizlon quickly averted his gaze. Seeing this, Aion burst into a peal of laughter, as if he could not contain his amusement. Then, he stealthily climbed on top of the prince’s body.

“You endured it well.”

“…….”

“From now on, do not resist by arrogantly saying things like you’re going to stop. You have committed a sin, you should not act like that toward me.”

“Euut….”

“Your answer?”

“I… I understand….”

The prince, forced to submit in the face of violence, was terribly miserable. Aion, on the other hand, felt pleased beyond measure as he toyed with the prince’s reddened chest. As he listened to Zizlon’s pained moans, his penis, which had gone limp for a moment after ejaculating, became erect again and was hitting his lower abdomen. The red, swollen chest was soft and warm from the rising heat. When he touched it, he could also hear Zizlon’s thrillingly lewd moan. Aion had a good idea, and he grasped his penis in his hand and rubbed it a few times.

“Prince, gather your breasts together.”

Zizlon, who had just paid the harsh price for his defiance, did not resist perforce. He could not guess Aion’s intentions in the slightest, but he gripped his breasts almost immediately upon hearing the command. The lumps of flesh quivering in his hands felt somehow lewd, causing his ears to turn red. He looked up at Aion with eyes full of anxiety and questions. Aion leisurely moved his hands from below to the sides. The flesh of his chest gathered, making the already deep cleavage even deeper. It was just the right amount of space for a single penis to fit in and rub.

With anticipation, Aion licked his lips with his tongue and brought his penis to the center of Zizlon’s chest. While appreciating the trembling of Zizlon’s pupils, he inserted his penis into the gap between the flesh and felt a subtle pressure. It was not as good as a hole, but visually, it was overwhelmingly stimulating.

As his moist penis touched the red flesh of the wound, Aion could see Zizlon’s brow furrow slightly in pain. Aion gently rubbed his penis up and down. Zizlon’s frown deepened even more.

“Hold your chest tightly while I rub.”

Aion began to move his hips. The chest, slick and glistening with oil and love juices, jiggled and made wet sounds. Zizlon could see right before his eyes the dark red penis moving in and out between his voluptuous breasts. It was terribly shameful, but at the same time, it was a chillingly erotic sight. Aion, his eyes blissfully closed, also looked extremely sultry. Zizlon felt a stinging pain, but at the same time, he was engulfed in a ticklish and strange feeling every time the penis rubbed against the hot, inflamed wounds. Zizlon let out a heated breath, then bit his lip and squeezed his thighs together. His own penis, without his knowledge, slowly became erect.

“Aheuh, euuh….”

Whenever Aion’s penis brushed against his nipples, a moan that was half pain and half pleasure would escape. The sound was so pleasing to hear that Aion deliberately rubbed his nipples even more. Before long, Aion’s hips trembled as he ejaculated. Before he could even prepare, his penis sprayed semen onto Zizlon’s face. His red, tear-streaked face was completely covered with the lewd liquid.

“Ah….”

Zizlon muttered blankly, and Aion’s expression hardened.

“……Damn it.”

Aion, unable to contain his impulse, let out a low curse. And in the next instant, Zizlon’s body was flipped over. Zizlon realized what Aion was about to do and began to squirm.

“Ah, Aion! I can’t, can’t take any more… heuk!”

Slap! Aion mercilessly struck Zizlon’s round buttocks with the palm of his hand. The elastic flesh quivered, and Zizlon let out a sharp scream. While the prince pressed his forehead into the bed and let out a pained groan, Aion kneaded the soft flesh of his buttocks any which way before using his thumbs to forcefully spread them apart. As soon as he saw the hole, glistening as it dripped semen and pulsed lewdly, Aion could no longer hold back and pushed the head of his penis against it. Zizlon’s squirming body went rigid.

“Ahh…!”

The penis slid inside his body as if gliding. With hazy eyes, Zizlon trembled, his mouth hanging open. Aion gripped his pelvis tightly and pulled to deepen their union. The once-opened hole swallowed Aion’s member without any trouble.

Thwack, thwack, Zizlon’s body began to shake violently. Zizlon was on all fours like a dog, swaying with difficulty. It was painful to have his chest rubbed against the bed, so he was barely supporting himself with his arms, but his arms trembled precariously as if they would break at any moment.

Aion recited in a voice filled with lust.

“Hah… hah, Zizlon. Don’t you ever spout that kind of nonsense again.”

“I’m… sor, ry… ahng, eugh, heuk, for, forgive me….”

“Lift your hips up properly! Unless you want your hole to get hit.”

Aion growled, and Zizlon, half out of his mind, repeated that he was sorry over and over again.

That day, Zizlon had to offer his rear to the aroused Aion several times. Aion, tireless, violated his body while ordering him to apologize until he was sick of it. Zizlon had to beg for forgiveness with a loosened tongue again and again, so many times that the common sense in his head was rewritten. Worn out and exhausted, Zizlon helplessly reached climax again and again every time Aion’s penis pressed against his prostate. While relishing the prince’s body, which had become surprisingly lewd, and his low, sobbing voice like sweet music, Aion enjoyed his time of ecstasy to the fullest.