TTQI 19

A short while later, Zizlon was groaning, his four limbs tied tightly to the bed. Aion had personally lifted Zizlon, who was drooping limply like a water-soaked cloth, placed him on the bed, and bound him like a beast just before slaughter. Both his arms and legs were tied firmly to the bedposts. It was a sight that brought a sense of déjà vu, but with his legs also tightly bound, it was even more thorough than the last time. In truth, such measures were not even necessary. Zizlon was trapped inside his own body.

While being carried like a doll, Zizlon had resisted furiously within his consciousness, but his paralyzed body only managed to twitch. Even now, Zizlon was screaming with all his might. However, on the outside, he was merely tossing his head while making noises like someone talking in his sleep.

A muffled voice, as if submerged in water, echoed in his hazy mind.

“It turned out well that I had some free time, didn’t it? Absolute rest is required for four days after the spell, and I was worried you might resist. But to be put on probation just in time, allowing me to hold you completely still during the stabilization period—it’s truly a fortunate thing.”

Aion moved busily around the room. Items, their origin unknown, were stacked neatly by the bedside. In the room, filled with a strange fragrance and hazy white smoke, Aion meticulously drew the curtains to block out even a single ray of light—or perhaps it was already night—and lit gloomy candles instead.

Then Aion, who had disappeared for a moment, reappeared holding a pair of glittering silver scissors. With them, he cut Zizlon’s clothes into pieces, snipping and snipping, and removed them. His naked body was exposed to the air, but Zizlon’s dulled flesh did not even notice the chill seeping in.

While floundering in his ever-sinking consciousness, Zizlon’s naked body was completely exposed to Aion. Saliva was trickling down from the corner of his slackly open mouth. Aion placed a ‘peck’ on his forehead and disappeared again. Zizlon’s fingers twitched and then went limp once more.

How much time had passed? A sharp, grassy scent began to waft to the tip of his nose. Aion was grinding some unknown medicinal herbs in a mortar, adding a little liquor, and stirring. When a viscous, moss-colored liquid was complete, he transferred it to another bowl and generously coated a brush with it.

Zizlon watched his mechanical movements. Like a painter, Aion held the bowl in one hand and the brush in the other and came to sit between Zizlon’s legs. Zizlon, who had been watching Aion with hazy eyes, finally met his gaze. Aion looked into Zizlon’s eyes, which seemed to be shouting something, and gave him a disheveled smile.

A faint, ticklish sensation was felt. Due to his flowing white hair, it was not visible what he was doing, but Aion had lowered his head over Zizlon’s stomach and was engrossed in something. He was drawing something on Zizlon’s stomach with a brush.

Zizlon wanted to lift his head to see the state of his stomach, but all he could manage was to roll his eyes. Using his beautifully sculpted abdomen as a canvas, Aion moved the brush with a graceful touch, and in the path the brush followed, a geometric pattern of unknown meaning gradually appeared.

“Ugh…”

As time passed, a slight warmth was felt where the liquid had been applied, and feeling a sense of crisis, Zizlon shifted his body once more. It was not a movement that caused much of a hindrance, but Aion, concerned that the pattern might be ruined, pressed down firmly on his chest to hold him still. The paralyzed Zizlon could be easily subdued with just one hand.

The brush moved from his solar plexus, past his navel, and down his lower abdomen to near his groin. Aion finished his work by drawing a pattern resembling a leaf split into two forks below the navel. After putting the brush and bowl away somewhere out of sight, before rising, Aion whispered into Zizlon’s ear in a deliberately sweet voice.

“From now on, it might hurt a little. I have applied an anesthetic, but even so, the pain doesn’t disappear completely, you see, because it is an inherently painful procedure.”

“Ugh… ugh…”

“Don’t be too scared. I am a skilled sorcerer, so I am confident I will not fail, and it is a procedure worth enduring the pain for. To embrace love, arduous sacrifices are necessary… If it’s truly painful, it’s alright to faint. However, the most important thing is not to move your body. One wrong move and it could settle in the wrong place…”

“……”

Aion, who had been spouting incomprehensible words for a while from Zizlon’s perspective, vanished into the darkness once again. The hazy smoke had, at some point, filled the room. The smoke coming from the incense Aion had lit was all collecting in the sealed room. In this state, even with perfectly healthy eyes, one would not be able to see an inch ahead. The queen, moving about nonchalantly amidst so much paralyzing incense, seemed anew like a monster.

The gloomy candlelight was scattered within the smoke, casting a hazy nimbus of light. And what of the sharp grassy scent that grazed the nose, a result of grinding all sorts of herbs and flowers? A smell more likely to be found in the dwelling of a mountain village herbalist, not a prince’s chamber, filled the entire room. Zizlon realized that the faint grassy scent he had felt from Aion was precisely this. The scent of a sorcerer. The mysterious and ominous scent of sorcery.

The brief moment Aion was gone felt like an eternity to Zizlon. With his body paralyzed and his senses limited, time felt as if it were flowing slowly. As he lay limply on the bed like a rag doll, staring blankly at the ceiling, the queen appeared at the bedside once more. The returned Aion had brought a new object. It was a round, black, pouch-like thing with a soft, pliable texture. His field of vision was so limited that it was impossible to determine exactly what the object was in detail.

Next, a strange scene unfolded. When Aion poured some kind of liquid onto the object, the round object squirmed as if it were alive, then gently swelled up, its color changing to a much lighter, dark red hue. It was as if something dead had come back to life. Zizlon doubted his eyes. On Aion’s hand, it was writhing like a beating heart. It was an extremely bizarre and disgusting sight.

It was a nauseating object that he wouldn’t want to touch with even a fingertip, but ominously, Aion brought it with him and came between Zizlon’s legs. Zizlon could not make even the slightest movement, but a cold sweat from terror was pouring out like crazy. Aion gently stroked his thigh, which was damp with sweat, with his empty hand.

“Nngh…! Hh… Ugh…”

Aion, as he always did, sprayed the lush scent of roses between Zizlon’s legs. Then, with careful hands so as not to ruin the meticulously drawn pattern, he prodded the hole. At some point, the prince’s member had become erect. Seeing that, Aion, far from being aroused, and wary of smudging the pattern, grabbed the prince’s shaft and pushed it down with a businesslike touch, as if dealing with a nuisance.

Without even a moment to feel humiliated by his body’s excitement in this situation and the queen’s cold attitude, Zizlon’s eyes flew wide open with an ominous premonition. He shifted his body and moved his mouth more violently, gaping and closing. And his premonition was not wrong. Aion slowly brought that hideous object between Zizlon’s legs.

“I’m going to implant this inside here.”

He stopped the object in front of the hole. Then, with the index finger of his empty hand, he lightly poked Zizlon below his navel. In his left hand, the crimson, pulsating object was constantly dripping a viscous, red, sticky liquid. Surely, he must be joking. A panicked Zizlon pleaded with his eyes. Seeing that gaze, Aion felt quite compassionate and decided not to mention the fact that what was in his hand was a rabbit’s uterus.

“Shhh, you must stay still.”

“……Ah… Ugh—!”

No, no! Zizlon screamed silently. Aion pretended not to see his silent scream and coolly spread his hole open. He stretched the opening as wide as he could with his empty hand and brought the object to it with the other. A warm heat was felt. The dreadful sensation of the warm, squirming red object touching him was felt with stark clarity. Zizlon felt nausea rising up uncontrollably. If his body weren’t rigid, he would have vomited up his stomach’s contents right then and there.

Zizlon was resisting with all his might to push Aion’s hand away. But the entry was despairingly easy. As Aion applied strength to his fingertips, the red object squished and was gradually sucked inside. It was warm, slimy, and moved ceaselessly. It felt as if a living creature were crawling inside his body.

It sank completely into Zizlon’s hole. Zizlon could feel it pulsating inside his hole, and tears welled up in his eyes. Because of the blood it shed, not only the inside of his hole but also the area around his groin was covered in blood. It was a sight so horrifying that if someone saw it, they would believe it was a murder scene.

It did not stop there; it continued to pour out a viscous liquid even inside Zizlon’s body. Between his convulsing white thighs, the blood-soaked hole gurgled and spewed red liquid.

“Ugh… retch…!”

His body moved on its own due to physiological fear and revulsion. His diaphragm spasmed, and he began to dry-heave even in his paralyzed state. At that sound, Aion paused for a moment and lifted his upper body; both of his hands were entirely bright red. A few drops of blood had also spattered onto his white cheeks. The contrast between his white skin and the red of the blood created an even more chilling appearance. As soon as he reached out to Zizlon, the sharp, metallic smell of iron wafted to his nose.

“Don’t be so afraid.”

“……!”

Aion gently traced Zizlon’s cheek with his fingertips. A red trail of blood was drawn where his hand touched. Zizlon’s irises were shaking uncontrollably. Seeing that, whatever he thought, Aion impulsively kissed him. He relentlessly stirred inside the mouth that had stiffened like stone, and what was so exciting about kissing someone who could not move, he trembled as he groped Zizlon’s chest.

Zizlon wanted to bite his own tongue, unable to bear the revulsion, but he only managed to move his lips a few times. Aion stole Zizlon’s lips wantonly and then straightened up with a satisfied expression. He looked at the teary-eyed Zizlon with a fond expression.

“…Oh, right. It would be dangerous if you were to bite your tongue…”

Aion found a cloth from somewhere and, smiling gently, shoved the cloth he was holding into Zizlon’s mouth. Thanks to that, Zizlon could not bite his tongue, and he was even less able to scream. The sound of his dry-heaving also subsided. In the slightly quieter room, Aion could concentrate on his work more easily.

Zizlon’s eyes darted around frantically. His body, which contained the disgusting thing, felt repulsive, and he wanted to pull it out as soon as possible. But he did not know that something even worse was prepared for him. The fingers of Aion’s hand, holding the uterus, were advancing into the hole, bit by bit, with no end in sight. All four fingers disappeared, and even the thumb went in. By the time he realized it, the queen’s hand was already entering his hole.

“Mmph… ugh, ugh…!”

With a squelch, Aion’s hand slid halfway into his body. Despite the paralysis, he screamed so hard that the veins in his neck bulged, and a faint sound escaped. Thanks to the anesthetic, there was almost no pain, but the fear made his vision go blank. Aion’s hand was tearing through his most tender flesh. Pushing the vile thing to a depth that seemed impossible to pull back out from.

Aion pushed the uterus deeper, and deeper, into the hole. Even after it had gone in quite deep, Aion did not stop. Zizlon’s member hung limply, as if it had never been erect. Soon, Aion’s entire hand had disappeared into the hole. And still, he does not stop! The hole tightened around Aion’s wrist.

Zizlon’s eyes became bloodshot. Sensing the danger, Zizlon’s hole gushed out slick. A mixture of slick and blood made a distinct, squishing sound that echoed clearly. Aion’s white hand disappeared completely into his body, followed by his wrist, and then even his arm was slowly being sucked into his body. Zizlon’s thighs, rigid with fear, trembled violently, and tears streamed endlessly from his eyes.

“Is it very difficult? No, you can endure more. You can, Prince.”

In contrast to the horrific situation, Aion’s voice was utterly sweet. He did not budge even when Zizlon sobbed uncontrollably, struggled desperately, and whimpered with a plea in his mumbles. The sight of Aion’s slender arm extending from between his two helplessly spread-eagled legs, like a frog’s, would be terrifying for anyone to see.

Aion pushed the uterus completely to the point where it bent inside Zizlon’s body. The damned paralyzing poison seemed to work selectively, as Zizlon could feel with accursed clarity that the disgusting object had fully settled inside his body.

Zizlon sobbed hopelessly. Aion kept his arm inside and remained still until Zizlon calmed down. Realizing that the arm was not going any deeper, Zizlon finally relaxed his body and went limp. He let his head drop, panting raggedly. The tears that had welled in his eyes flowed helplessly down his cheeks. His entire body was drenched in a cold sweat.

Before pulling his arm out, Aion fully savored Zizlon’s warmth. He could feel the dynamic squirming of his beloved man’s inner walls. Aion’s cheeks flushed as he whispered ecstatically.

“Inside your body, Zizlon… it’s warm and soft. I want to stay longer.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Aion playfully wiggled his fingers inside Zizlon’s body. At that, Zizlon’s stomach lurched. Zizlon’s body jolted in shock, and he made gasping, choking sounds, as if his breath was being cut off.

“Alright, alright.”

Seeing the severe reaction, Aion did not insist on enjoying himself further. Above all, he was in the middle of a grand ritual. He put strength into his arm again and slowly pulled his forearm out of the hole, and the entire arm emerging from the hole was drenched in crimson. It was a scene that someone might misunderstand as him having turned Zizlon’s insides into a pulp.

Aion’s arm got caught once at the junction of his wrist and hand, and so Aion gave a strong tug and pulled it out. Simultaneously, Zizlon’s body tensed up and then relaxed. Aion thought the sight of the bright red inner walls, which had been pressed against his arm, slightly protruding before retracting was cute.

After the arm was completely withdrawn, Zizlon’s hole, due to the aftermath of having held such a large object, could not close easily and repeatedly opened and closed, gaping and gaping. Aion gently patted Zizlon’s limp thighs, pat-pat.

Zizlon found Aion’s composure detestable. But at the same time, a small hope raised its head at his seemingly finished attitude.

‘Is it… over now?’

Up until now, he had thought dozens of times that it would have been better to just faint. But his body, desensitized to pain, did not allow him to lose consciousness. Zizlon sincerely prayed that the terrible process was now over. He was so desperate for rest. However, the queen’s next words sent him plummeting into the abyss once more.

“This is where it begins. It will hurt for a very long time, but I trust that you will endure it.”

A small fire flared up through the hazy smoke. Aion lit a small candle he was holding. Then he slowly approached Zizlon. Zizlon, thinking he was going to set his body on fire, trembled and shed tears. But fortunately, what caught fire was not Zizlon’s living flesh, but the pattern drawn on his stomach. The pattern, drawn with grass paste, caught fire easily. In an instant, the fire spread along the pattern, and flames drew a beautiful picture on Zizlon’s stomach.

With a fire lit on his body, Zizlon felt he should naturally be in pain, but strangely, it did not hurt. Instead, he only felt a pleasant, moderate warmth. Zizlon, as if in a dream, stared blankly at the flames burning on his body.

The fire burned only for a moment, and the grass paste quickly turned to ash. A pattern of ash was left on Zizlon’s stomach, as if someone had drawn on it with charcoal.

“……?”

‘Is it over?’

Aion was getting up from the bed. Zizlon followed his movements with questioning eyes. Hadn’t he just said that something painful was about to happen? But contrary to his words, the only sensation he felt was a little heat.

Zizlon was suspicious for a moment, but it seemed it really was over, as Aion prepared to leave completely. He draped a luxurious shawl that had been hung on a chair over his shoulders and said farewell to Zizlon, who was lying on the bed.

“For now, today’s work is finished. I apologize, but someone might be looking for me at night, so I will return. I will come again tomorrow. I’ll be back soon, so please endure it for just a little while.”

At the words that everything was over, Zizlon felt a momentary sense of relief, but he was startled immediately after. A terrible object was inside his body, and it seemed he had just been put under a bizarre spell—what on earth was he feeling relieved about?

Watching Zizlon’s eyes tremble, Aion let out a smirk. And without another word, he approached the door. Knock, knock. He knocked lightly, and the door that Zizlon had tried so desperately to open, yet would not budge, opened with deceptive ease. Aion stepped out of the door, and the door locked. Zizlon, having lost all will to fight, just stared blankly at the scene. In an instant, Zizlon was left alone in the room.

“……”

The fragrance grew stronger. As the pain and tension disappeared, the effect of the anesthetic poison grew strong again. Zizlon, with a foolishly slackened face, gazes into the empty space filled with hazy smoke.

He must maintain absolute rest, he must not move his body—Aion had repeatedly warned him so, and then he had left him tied up tightly to the bed. Realizing his situation, a belated fear washed over him. Was he going to be unable to move an inch in this state for a whole night until Aion came?

Even so, the situation would soon improve. Judging by the size of the incense candle on the table, it was not enough to last the entire night. Soon the anesthesia would wear off, and if he was lucky, he might be able to break the restraints and get out. The thought of how to pull out the disgusting object that had gone so deep inside his body already made his skin crawl all over, but he did not want to harbor it for even a second longer, so he wanted to take some action as quickly as possible. Zizlon anxiously counted down the time until the paralysis effect would disappear.

The incense candle burned out. And it was not a liberation.

Zizlon realized it as soon as the anesthesia wore off. The ashes left on his stomach were inflicting a terrible pain, as if they were still burning. The reason he had felt the pain was bearable was thanks to his senses being dulled by the paralysis. For him to think about untying the ropes and planning an escape when it hurt this much was absurd. In his drowsy mind as the paralysis wore off, Zizlon even heard the auditory hallucination of a sizzling fire raging on his stomach.

Zizlon screamed his throat raw. He poured out tears until his vision blurred, and his whole body was drenched in a cold sweat like a person who had just been swimming in water. As soon as the paralysis lifted and his body began to move, Zizlon, having lost his reason, thrashed about wildly. However, Aion, who had experienced one mistake, did not repeat the same error twice. The ropes binding him were so tough and strong that, far from breaking, they left wounds on Zizlon’s wrists and ankles.

His flesh was chafed by the ropes, and the ropes dug into his broken skin. Blood flowed, turning the white ropes red. But the pain in his stomach was so great that Zizlon continued to struggle, unaware that the ropes were injuring him.

‘Father! Save me!’ Zizlon cried out. But with his mouth gagged, he probably only imagined he had shouted. For something like this to be happening to a noble prince in his own room, within the royal palace where the king was wide awake and watching, was outrageous.

Zizlon could not believe this reality and asked himself several times if this was a dream. He closed and opened his eyes several times, trying to wake from the dream. But the more he did, the darker the ceiling that seemed to swallow him whole became, and the more vivid the terrible pain grew.

It literally felt like his body was on fire. It was terribly painful. Zizlon even thought this: perhaps the blood that soaked his hole was not spewed from that suspicious object, but was coming from the wound on his stomach bursting and festering. Later, he desperately begged anyone to just let him faint. In fact, he did pass out a couple of times when the pain reached its peak. However, he would wake up startled by the terrible pain, and once again, he had to endure the horrific agony, tied alone on the bed. The night was deep, but in the face of excruciating pain, sleep was a luxury.

That night, Zizlon did not sleep a wink. Tormented every minute, every second by the horrific pain that felt like it was burning his body, he endured the night, not truly living, until Aion came the next dawn.

On the second day, Zizlon was still tied up. When he managed to open his heavy eyes, Aion’s white silhouette flickered. It seemed he had fainted and fallen asleep at some point. The excruciating pain was somewhat less, and when he looked around, the white smoke was thick. It seemed Aion, who had come in while he was unconscious, had lit the anesthetic incense. He wondered if his father had looked for him. Zizlon briefly closed his tired eyes and slept all the way until nightfall.

But at dawn, when the incense ran out, Zizlon was awakened by the pain that started once again. And he had to bear the full brunt of the pain from the spell. That day, too, Zizlon stayed up all night. By now, fainting was a welcome relief.

On the fourth day, it still hurt, but it was much better. At least it didn’t feel like his stomach was on fire. Instead, there was a slightly different pain. His abdomen ached, as if something inside was swelling up tightly and pressing on his internal organs. Not only was it extremely agonizing and uncomfortable, but his bladder was being pressed, causing a constant urge to urinate. As a royal, it was unthinkable to relieve himself on the bed, so Zizlon had to wait anxiously for Aion to come.

After Aion arrived, he swallowed his humiliation and told him he desperately needed to urinate, but Aion refused to untie him, saying he needed absolute rest. It was a maddening situation, and Zizlon threw a tantrum, crying like a child. At that, Aion said he could just urinate while lying down and audaciously brought a bowl beneath him.

Zizlon, thinking he could not show such a disgraceful sight in front of him, clenched his teeth and held on. However, Aion inserted a finger into his hole and pressed on his bladder to induce urination, and Zizlon had to urinate shamefully in front of him. Overcome with shame, Zizlon burst into tears again, and exhausted and worn out from days of suffering, he, unlike his usual self, became swept up in his emotions and unleashed a torrent of primal accusations at Aion.

Even as all sorts of vulgar curses poured out, Aion did not bat an eye and stood up. He even brought in servants to handle the cleanup. While two or three of them rushed in at once to change the sheets and wipe his body, Zizlon earnestly wished he were dead.

On the fifth day, Zizlon suffered from a high fever. Was it the aftermath of the past few days of hardship? Or was Aion making him sick again?

Aion said it was because his body was undergoing a sudden change, which was putting a strain on it. He wiped away his sweat with a cloth soaked in water. Zizlon’s mind was blank due to the high fever, and he couldn’t think of anything.

“Sleep soundly and wake up. And then, accept me with your new body.”

Aion lay down beside him and whispered. If he had been in his right mind, he would have found his sweet voice detestable, but Zizlon, submerged in fever, actually found comfort in it. He thought he even saw a brief illusion of his father stroking him. While a cold hand caressed his throbbing lower abdomen, Zizlon once again slipped into unconsciousness.

And it was the seventh day. In the middle of the night, Aion climbed on top of Zizlon’s body.

“Can you feel that your body has changed?”

Whispering intimately, Aion was gently stroking Zizlon’s lower abdomen. Zizlon was dazed and gave no reply.

As soon as he regained consciousness this morning, the prince had witnessed the change in his body. When he opened his eyes after overcoming all the pain, a hideous, burn-like mark remained on his stomach. It was a scar exactly in the shape of the mark Aion had drawn. The clean-cut scar, as if carved with a sculptor’s knife, perfectly followed the shape of the pattern Aion had drawn. His spell had remained as an indelible brand.

“……”

While he was asleep, the servants had untied the knots that bound him to the bedposts and had tied his hands together in front of his chest. His wrists, though not bleeding like on the day he had struggled so much, were still badly wounded and tattered. Aion looked at his wrists with a fond expression. He had done something far more terrible to his stomach, yet he was worried that the prince’s wrists might be scarred.

“What… have you done to me?”

Zizlon, who had been staring at the terrible mark on his stomach with hollow eyes, opened his mouth. A voice as rough as sandpaper flowed out. From screaming his lungs out and crying his heart out for several nights, his voice was terribly hoarse.

At that, Aion places a ‘peck’ on his cheek. Unlike the wretched Zizlon, Aion’s love was at its peak. His beloved had endured such pain to bear his child, so how could he not be lovely?

“Preparation to carry my seed.”

At Aion’s playful words, Zizlon’s eyes trembled uncontrollably.

“Seed…?”

“Don’t you know? Inside of you here…”

Aion slides his fingers down below the navel. There was the small pattern Aion had drawn when he completed the picture. And the area below the navel where that pattern was, unlike before when it was flat, seemed to be slightly raised.

“A womb has formed.”

“…Tha, that’s impossible.”

“Impossible? Why? Do you want to touch it? It has risen up cutely…”

Aion stroked the slightly raised lower abdomen with a suggestive touch. Zizlon’s face gradually crumpled into a mess.

“Heuk… heu-eu-eu…”

Tears burst from Zizlon’s eyes once again. His cheeks, red and swollen from crying so much for days, become moist again. They were tears of despair.

Aion had finally turned him into a monster. Could he really go back to how he was before? If he could not recover, he would have to live his entire life in shame.

“Don’t cry. It might be hard to accept now, but once you are carrying the child, you will surely be happy too.”

“Ah… heu-ah-ah…”

“Don’t worry. I will protect you so it won’t become a problem. All you have to do is cherish the child. Yes, you like having a family, don’t you?”

“Heuk, you’re… crazy. You’re insane…!”

To Aion’s eyes, his crying figure was both lovely and heartbreaking. His skin was already damaged, and it would be better if he did not cry more. He had to consummate their monumental first night together, and holding a partner who was crying like this was not pleasant, even for Aion.

Aion stroked Zizlon’s brittle hair. With his broken capillaries and bloodshot eyes, he stared intently at the face that had become gaunt and devoid of any vitality in just a few days. Aion whispered, “Stop,” and licked his tears like an animal. As soon as his moist tongue touched him, Zizlon trembled violently, as if he had been touched by fire.

“Heuk, do, don’t touch me…!”

“Shhh, calm down. How can you cry like this on the day our first child is conceived? We should spend it happily and pleasantly to make good memories.”

Aion wrapped his arms around Zizlon’s shoulders with a smooth, snake-like motion. Zizlon struggled urgently in his embrace, but his body, worn out from days of suffering and not having eaten properly, lacked the strength to resist. Aion pressed his lips against his cheek, peck, peck. He was so frightened that Zizlon let out a small retch every time Aion’s lips met his skin.

Gazing at him as he trembled like a young deer with narrowed eyes, Aion smiled a metallic smile.

“From now on, until you are carrying my child, you will never leave this room.”

“Ah, ahh… stop, stop it…”

Aion begins to toy with Zizlon’s body. Zizlon’s eyes flew wide open, and he trembled. A cold hand roamed freely over his chest, side, and waist. As if a snake were crawling over his body. Next, Aion grabbed his jaw and forced his mouth open. A moist tongue pushed through his chapped lips and dug inside.

“Mmph…”

Zizlon, feeling his life was in danger, bit his tongue. Aion frowned for a moment, then calmly pressed the joint of his jawbone to prevent him from closing his mouth. Then he tasted the inside of his defenseless mouth as he pleased. The injured tongue stirred the saliva, and a metallic, bloody scent filled his mouth.

A pillow was placed under Zizlon’s hips, and his lower body was raised to a height suitable for copulation. Next, Aion threw off his clothes. Completely naked, he forced apart the two thighs that were pressed together, trying not to separate, and entered between them.

Throughout this entire process, Zizlon had resisted desperately, but Aion easily subdued his weakened form as if handling a small child. Zizlon’s intentions were all ignored as the two assumed the optimal position for mating.

When his resistance proved futile, Zizlon began to cry and plead. He struggled with his bound hands, begging desperately.

“Hic, please, please don’t do this. I’m begging you…”

“Move your hands. It’s no use trying to persuade me, this is something I have been looking forward to for so long.”

“Aion… please… hiccup. Heuk…”

Zizlon sobbed, even hiccupping. The thought of growing a womb as a man and possibly even getting pregnant terrified him to death. He could not be raped and bear a child by someone he did not even love.

As if he knew his heart, Aion’s expression became even more resolute. He grabs the back of his knees and spreads them with a grip so strong it would leave handprints on his skin.

“Just spread your legs.”

“N… No!”

Cornered, Zizlon swung his bound hands. But his punch was tediously slow, and Aion easily dodged it by simply tilting his head to the side. The fist swung futilely through the air. But Zizlon did not give up and resisted desperately. Aion, with a merciless expression, subdued him ruthlessly.

“Ugh… ughh…”

After being slapped across the face several times, Zizlon collapsed on the bed, letting out pained groans. Meanwhile, Aion pressed Zizlon’s head down into the bed and aimed his huge, hideous member at his hole below. Zizlon, his vision spinning from the shock of being hit, still muttered, “No… no.” Of course, Aion did not even pretend to hear.

He wet his hand with saliva and moistened the hole with an impatient touch. Then, trusting in the slick that would flow with friction, he unceremoniously shoved his cock into the place that had not even been properly prepared. The head began to gently part the hot hole. Zizlon, his face buried in the bedsheets, made a sound like air escaping.

“Heu… ughhh…”

Unlike Zizlon, who had frozen with his eyes wide open, Aion let out a languid sigh with a completely intoxicated expression.

“Ha… it’s our first time in bed after you got your new body.”

“Heuk… n, no…! Aack…!”

At that moment, as Aion pushed in a particularly thick part of his cock, Zizlon suddenly gasped and screamed. Seeing the overly violent reaction, Aion paused his movements for a moment.

“Oh my… it seems the wound hasn’t fully healed yet.”

“Heok… heok…! Ri, right now… pull it out right now…!”

“Hoho… how can a bride say such cold words on her wedding night.”

“Aaaack…!”

Finally, Zizlon began to kick the bed, thud, thud. His reaction seemed excessively strong, and a moment later, a sound like something tearing, a rip, came from inside his body. When Aion pulled his hips back a little, a mixture of blood and slick trickled out. Aion let out a small exclamation, as if he had seen something unusual.

“Ah… it seems the hole was sealed by flesh as the wound healed. It’s something that happens often when organs are changing.”

Then, Aion’s cheeks flushed a rosy pink.

“Hoho. It really feels like I’m taking your first time…”

Aion’s reaction was so shameless it was dumbfounding. However, Zizlon had no leeway to let out a hollow laugh. To soothe him, who was already drenched in a cold sweat and panting heavily, Aion began to caress him. He licked inside his ear canal while nibbling on his earlobe, and with one hand, he rolled his nipple, and soon Zizlon’s groans were mixed with heat.

“I’ll poke a good spot for you.”

To go deeper, it was necessary to slowly melt his tense body. Aion straightened his back, aimed the head of his member at the hard, chestnut-like spot inside the hole, and prodded it as if to crush it. “Ah!” No sooner had he done that than Zizlon let out a cute moan. He pulled his hips back as if in fear, but Aion pulled his pelvis firmly, deepening their union instead.

“Ut, uungh… heut, eu, eu…”

Squish, squish, squish… The slick that gushed out with arousal made a sound as it rubbed against the skin. Regardless of Zizlon’s feelings, as his erogenous zones were repeatedly stimulated, his body responded ardently. Zizlon panted and continued to cry. The voice, a viscous mixture of sobs and moans, was truly lewd.

“Does it feel good? You’re soaked.”

“Heu… n, no…”

“Don’t just say no, be honest. Hmm?”

Aion smiled, caressing his member, which had become erect and was swaying, as if he found it cute. Zizlon’s tear-filled eyes gradually became hazy and unfocused. The hands that kneaded his body at will were disgusting, but his body, accustomed to receiving a man, was all too easily swept up in arousal.

Aion took Zizlon’s nipple into his mouth and rolled it with his tongue as if playing. The incredibly sensitive nipples shot up stiffly with just a little stimulation. Moreover, the nipples, which had become plump from being touched so often, were perfect for playing with. Zizlon’s sweet moans of ‘aang, aang’ every time his chest was touched also brought great pleasure. Sure enough, he could feel the muscles in Zizlon’s chest tense up. With his other hand, Aion gently rubbed his fingers along the areola.

Overall, it was a very gentle intercourse, unlike usual. Aion took his time and melted Zizlon with great care. Instead of thrusting his hips hastily and roughly, he maintained a leisurely pace and bestowed gentle, soft caresses. He did not forcefully shove his large member in like he always did. It was a detestable thing to say, but it was as if it were a ‘tender wedding night,’ just as he had said.

Before long, Zizlon came with an urgent sound. From his stiffly erect and swaying member, semen spurted out, pyut, pyut, soiling his lower abdomen.

“Haa… haa…”

“Puuh, did it feel good?”

When Aion lifted his mouth from Zizlon’s chest, it glistened with saliva. Zizlon was drenched in the afterglow, panting blankly, and Aion’s member was still resting inside his hole. Aion did not miss the opportunity when his partner was relaxed and pressed against him.

“Let’s see… it must have felt good. The baby’s house is clamoring for seed. It came down like this, to receive the seed.”

“Nngh, eut…”

Aion pressed down firmly on Zizlon’s slightly bulging lower abdomen. At that, the hole was squeezed even tighter, and Zizlon frowned with a moan. Aion enjoyed the tightness by pressing down a few more times.

“Ah. Sto, stop…”

“Do you like it?”

“Heu, I just came… just came…”

“I’m still not satisfied.”

Zizlon’s mind was so clouded that he seemed to have forgotten for a moment what situation he was in. Aion, with his characteristic cunning, approached step by step so that Zizlon would not notice.

Aion’s member began to widen its place and enter again, causing Zizlon to startle and his upper body to jolt. Aion pushed his member in, pressing firmly against the soft, slippery inner walls. Zizlon, whose senses were particularly heightened right after his climax, frowned as the pleasure became agonizing.

And it was at that moment. Aion’s member hit something and stopped. No sooner had it happened than Aion’s eyes curved into half-moons, and a sly smile appeared on his face.

“……?!”

“How is it? Do you feel it?”

Aion thrust his hips shallowly once more. When Zizlon stared at Aion with wide eyes, he met his gaze and smiled languidly.

“Ah, ah! Ahh…?”

As if in disbelief, Zizlon reflexively brought a hand to his stomach. At the foolish sight, Aion couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“This is the entrance to the baby’s house.”

“……”

Only then did Zizlon realize his predicament. It was shocking that he had forgotten the situation just because it felt a little good. He stared at Aion, his face pale, while Aion licked his lips stickily and rubbed the head of his cock against the plump entrance, as if testing the waters. Each time, Zizlon’s body twitched, jolting as if electrocuted.

“N, no! No…!”

He could feel with chilling clarity the hot member touching something inside him. Zizlon screamed at the disgusting sensation. It felt as if the member would open the entrance and enter at any moment. Cornered, Zizlon made a final act of resistance. From somewhere, he found the strength to lift his leg and kick Aion in the chest.

“Ugh!”

Caught off guard by the heavy force, Aion fell backward, and Zizlon mustered all his strength to flip his body over. Then he desperately crawled across the bed.

“Ugh… ughh… ughh…!”

He was so out of his mind that he could not see an inch in front of him. Thump! Flailing his hand in the empty air, Zizlon fell off the bed. But Zizlon did not even feel the pain and moved his body in a hurry. Since it was not easy to get up with his hands tied, he crawled on all fours. Without even remembering that the door was locked, he struggled blindly and crawled towards the door. He looked at the handle of the firmly closed door as if seeing a hand of salvation.

In that gap, Aion got up nonchalantly, rubbing the spot where he was hit. He strode down from the bed as if nothing had happened, then swiftly approached Zizlon, who was crawling on the carpet, and grabbed a handful of his hair.

Zizlon screamed desperately as he was dragged away.

“Let go… let go…! Gua, guards! Is there no one outside? Gua—! Ugh…!”

“You really are a nuisance to the very end.”

Aion was displeased by his actions, which had spoiled the mood at such an important moment. He grabbed Zizlon’s hair, dragged him, and threw him onto the bed. Zizlon let out a single groan and was buried in the sheets. But he was not discouraged by one failure. As he began to struggle again and tried to jump off the bed, Aion got on the bed, grabbed his hair, and slapped his cheek several times. His chapped lips burst from the forceful hands.

Zizlon, who had been curling his body to avoid the blows, finally cried out.

“Stop it…! Stop, please!”

Aion abruptly stopped his hand and looks down at him.

“Please be still. Unless you want to get pregnant while tied up tightly.”

“……”

The pupils of Zizlon, who had opened his eyes again, are as empty as a void.

“H… how… th, this…”

“……”

Instead of answering, Aion quietly stroked Zizlon’s face. The dazed Zizlon’s face is a mess of blood and tears. Since it was the day they were conceiving a child, he wanted to spend it more gently, but at this rate, it was a lost cause. He had tried to be as considerate as possible, but Zizlon was not cooperating at all, which angered him.

Should he use an aphrodisiac instead? He considered it for a moment, but in the end, he shook his head. He wanted Zizlon to clearly feel the moment of his first pregnancy. He had no desire for him to be in a dazed state, not even remembering what he had done. In the end, Aion decided to be patient and bear it.

Peck. Aion rubbed his lips on the red cheek. And he wiped the ruined face with the bedsheet so that his handsome face could be seen clearly. It was not out of any particular consideration, but simply because he wanted to copulate while looking at a handsome face. Zizlon curled up his body and trembled. To his eyes, the sight of him switching between a gentle demeanor and a violent one at the flip of a hand was nothing but terrifying.

A short while later, Aion got into position once more.

“I’m putting it in again. Relax.”

“Heuk… heu-eu… no, no… ahh…!”

“Shhh.”

“Heu… iiht…!”

With one hand, Aion pressed Zizlon’s hands to his chest to hold them still, and with the other, he grabbed his member and aligned the head with the hole. As he pushed his member back into the place that had not yet closed, Zizlon groaned with a weak voice. Aion intended to push it all the way in at once and pushed his member in without obstruction. Perhaps due to fear, the inner walls were squirming even more dynamically than before.

“Hmm?”

At that moment, Aion, who had suddenly stopped moving, tilted his head. Zizlon’s eyelids were twitching over his hazily unfocused eyes. Soon, a nosebleed, caused by fatigue, slowly trickled down his cheek.

“…Hmm, oh my. It formed in a shallower place than I thought.”

Aion prodded his member several times as if to check something. Poke, poke. The delicate entrance was jabbed, and Zizlon’s body trembled, twitching.

“Hak, sto, stop…”

“Well, it doesn’t matter.”

But that was only for a moment; Aion smirked and swept his bangs back.

“It’s… too deep… ah… Aion…”

“Ughh… I think I’m going to cum.”

Aion muttered, his cheeks flushing. However, he could not ejaculate so easily. Aion clenched his teeth and held back the pleasure. With a voice that had become savage with boiling excitement, he whispered into Zizlon’s ear as if chewing on the words.

“Now, for the first time, your deepest part is opening. Feel it clearly.”

“Ple, please, please… stop, stop iit… ple, please…”

Thrust. The head pressed against the plump entrance. From Zizlon’s bloodshot eyes, teardrops fell one by one. The entrance, which would not open easily, Aion forced open by putting strength into his entire body and twisting it. The deepest part, a pure organ no one had ever set foot in, is being trampled and entered by an intruder. The bumpy walls of flesh clench tightly around the member.

“Ah… ahh…!”

Zizlon gaped his mouth like someone who had lost his mind. From the pain and shock, his legs were convulsing like an insect on the verge of death. It was impossible not to know. The feeling of the member entering the narrow place inside his body was all too vivid. Poke. The member jabbed a tender wall, and at that moment, Zizlon’s body jolted, and he dry-heaved.

“Uuok…! Uk… keu, heu… uk…!”

However, perhaps because he had not eaten anything, nothing came up from his stomach. Aion pushed his member to the deepest point and stopped, waiting for a moment for his partner to get used to it. Zizlon continued to gag from the pressure that filled his body.

“Uk, uwek…”

“It’s okay, it’s all in. You were very surprised, weren’t you? Still, it’s a relief you’re not in as much pain as I thought.”

“Heuk… pull… pull it ouut…!”

“I just put it in, I can’t pull it out now.”

“Pull it out…! I said pull it out!!”

Zizlon shrieked, shuddering with revulsion. It was not just dislike; it was a look close to hatred. Aion’s eyebrow cocked. He was already annoyed that the mood was not flowing as he wished, but he had been holding back because he wanted to spend the first night tenderly. Zizlon, unaware that the queen was holding back, struck his shoulder and continued to scream.

Unable to watch any longer, the queen suddenly pulled his hips all the way back and then thrust forward with a strong thud.

“—Oop!”

Zizlon gasped for breath and shut his mouth. After that, his body went rigid, and soon, a clear liquid trickled out from his member. He had wet himself. As the silent Zizlon remained blank, unable to grasp the situation, Aion smirked and began to gently rock his cock back and forth. A series of urgent moans burst out.

“Ah, aah, ah!”

“For a bride to wet himself on his wedding night. But don’t worry, I’ll keep it a secret for you.”

“Heu, hiiit…? Sto, stop…”

Zizlon’s body trembled as if it had broken down. The intense pleasure was as uncontrollable as his revulsion. A terrified Zizlon flailed his hands wildly in the air. Aion, looking at the hands waving in front of him as if they were lovely, took his hand and pressed his lips to it.

“Ah, aah?! Sto, stop! Thi… this is, strange! Bro, broken…!”

“Puuh… what are you saying, with a body that’s already completely broken?”

“Hiit, euk! Ahh, ah, u… uungh! N, no… don’t li…!”

“It’s alright. Haa… you’re cute. You’re cute, Prince.”

Squish, squish, squish. The wet sounds were becoming even more sultry. His body, prepared to conceive a child, was spewing out slick unstintingly. The shy inner walls, which thrilled at the slightest touch, were being mercilessly jabbed by the phallus. Zizlon, as if he had become an idiot from the shock, just kept making meaningless sounds.

Aion swept back his sweat-drenched hair, then firmly planted both hands on the bed and began to move his hips in earnest.

“Aack! Heu, ahh…!”

“Haa, haa… soft… and hot…!”

“Aang! Aaaah…! Heua, aang! A, pa…! Heuk, heu-eu…! Aang! Aang!”

“Keuk, relax…!”

A sound like being hit by a fist echoed loudly, thud, thud, thud. The colliding flesh instantly flushed red. From the fast and rough friction, the slick turned into foam and trickled down his perineum. The uterine opening was squeezing so tightly that Aion clenched his teeth and thrust his hips with all his might. The muscles hidden in his slender body contracted, revealing their presence. Zizlon, coming undone, was practically screaming rather than moaning.

Aion barked at him several times to relax, to spread his legs wider, but Zizlon was so out of his mind that he could not hear a thing. Not only that, but his vision had gone white, and his limbs had long since escaped his control. When he opened his mouth, a voice he had never heard before burst out. His brain felt like it had melted; he could not think of anything. Even the thought that he had to escape evaporated and disappeared in an instant.

“Aang! Heu, iiing! Nngh, ahh…! Heugeuk, nngh?! Heu, heu-eung, hi, iiiii…!”

Zizlon’s hips shot up into the air as his member gushed out semen. It was his second climax in an instant. With the climax, Zizlon’s inner walls contracted tightly and squeezed Aion’s member. “Ugh!” Aion let out a choked groan. At that moment, Aion could not hold back either and began to ejaculate.

“N, no… inside, not inside…!”

Zizlon’s eyes, which had been growing dim as his strength faded, flew wide open. Like a final death cry, Zizlon shouted urgently. But no sooner had the words left his mouth than a hot liquid poured into his uterus.

“N, no… no wa…… u, uut……!!”

The shout could not continue. Zizlon, who had been shaking his head, had his eyes roll back, and his limbs convulsed as if struck by lightning. Aion held his pelvis firmly to ensure their union did not loosen in the slightest. To push every last drop into his baby’s house, he kept his member inside until the very end.

“……Hic…”

“Ha, ah… haa…”

After the shocking ejaculation was over, Aion let out the breath he had been holding. Zizlon lay limp in his arms. But the afterglow still remained, as his hands and feet were twitching.

Aion caught his breath and unsteadily raised his body. When he came to his senses, he found his stomach was damp with the semen Zizlon had spewed. Seeing the white liquid that had soiled his own stomach, Aion let out a satisfied sigh. He smiled happily and brought his lips to Zizlon’s ear.

“Did it feel good?”

“Heu… ah……”

Tears welled up in Zizlon’s eyes once more. As his reason slowly returned, the situation he was in came into his scope of awareness. He could feel Aion’s member, which had forcibly planted its seed inside his body and was still blocking his hole. It was unbearably disgusting and sorrowful. Zizlon squeezed out a trembling voice.

“Pull it out… pull it out for me.”

“Are you still on about that?”

“Heuk… it’s enough now! Get off me right now!!”