TTQI 20

Zizlon’s heart grew frantic with the thought that he could avoid catastrophe if he just dealt with it right now. When Zizlon, unlike his usual self, snapped irritably in a voice devoid of composure, Aion made a pouting face. He regarded Zizlon’s desperation as nothing more than a tedious complaint. He shifted his hips back as if to say, go on, try me. Aion’s penis slid out, crushing the inner walls, and Zizlon, who had been trying to get up, shuddered violently and climaxed lightly once again.

“Hiccup, ugh… ughh….”

Soon, with urgent movements, his legs were parted, revealing the secret place soaked in love juice. His mind racing, Zizlon first brought his hand to his hole however he could. He tried to scrape out the semen, but his hole, which had become extremely sensitive in the aftermath of their intercourse, was so painful at the mere touch that he failed several times to even put his hand inside. And he was continuing the act of just barely inserting his fingers and fumbling around. There was no way that such struggling could scrape out the seed that had been poured deep inside him. Zizlon sobbed, as if he was still feeling it even then, and trembled while fumbling with himself down there.

Aion, who knew everything, watched his struggles while lying down languidly, then felt his penis perk up again and got up. The prince’s desperate actions looked as if he were masturbating, arousing him in an instant. Without warning, Aion grabbed the nape of Zizlon’s neck and pressed him down onto the bed. His body, sprawled on the bed, assumed a position with his buttocks pushed out, like a dog mating. Aion casually wiped away the semen that had trickled out a little and pushed it firmly back into the hole. Pinned to the bed, Zizlon squirmed and let out a stifled moan.

“Hah! Ugh, uah!”

“It is useless to resist. Because it is not over. It was not an exaggeration when I said I would not let you out until you are pregnant. And there is no guarantee that you will conceive after just coming once.”

Aion, who had been cupping and kneading Zizlon’s buttocks with both hands, pressed his thumbs in to spread the cheeks apart. The hole opened, offering a glimpse of the plump entrance and the moist, twitching, crimson inner walls inside. Startled, Zizlon flailed a hand behind his back, but Aion caught that hand as well.

“Heeyi… it….”

Zizlon’s eyes rolled back again and he trembled. Aion resumed his penetration. His body, having climaxed twice, was so intensely sensitive that even pleasure felt like pain.

“Huu… the womb was made too shallow, so your body has become lewd, opening your uterus with just a little push. See, I told you not to move while I was making it.”

“Heuk… hiccup….”

“Huhu… you must not open it for anyone but me. Understood?”

Next, Aion grabbed both of Zizlon’s arms and pulled them back while gently pushing his hips forward. The resilient flesh of his buttocks could be seen squishing softly. Zizlon’s upper body, lifted into the air, stiffened with tension. His back, glistening with sweat, was packed with elegant, solid muscles. Aion thought this position was also quite a sight to behold. His pubic hair brushed against the top of the hole again, and Zizlon snapped his head up.

“Heek!”

“…That is why I will inject my seed into you until you absolutely cannot help but get pregnant. Would it not be enough if your belly swells with my seed?”

“Heh, ugh… st, op….”

“You cannot get tired already. For all the remaining time, you are going to be making a baby with me. We cannot waste a single minute or a single second.”

Thrust, thrust, Aion resumed his hip movements. Suspended in the air, Zizlon began to sway helplessly. His heaving chest felt heavy. His shoulders felt like they would pop out of their sockets because his wrists were held behind his back.

Tears flowed endlessly from his eyes as if they were broken. He felt like he would truly go insane if he felt any more pleasure, he did not have the confidence to endure even another minute or second, but the merciless Aion forcibly continued their coupling. It was agonizing, but he no longer had the strength to even lift a finger to resist. He could only moan as if he were broken. Squish, squish, the sound of friction from the wet hole was incessant.

“Heut, huut. Ugh, u-ung…!”

“Haah… delicious.”

“Ple, please, hic, ugh… I, I’m going to… die….”

“You will not… haah, die from this.”

Just then, Aion gathered Zizlon’s wrists into one hand, and with the other, he firmly gripped the heaving chest as if it were begging to be touched.

“Hua, ang…!”

Then, Aion pressed down on a plump nipple with his fingers, and Zizlon jutted his chin up and his body went rigid. Subsequently, Zizlon’s erect penis spurted semen into the air, and seeing this, Aion let out a dry laugh.

“You came again?”

“Hah… hah….”

“For someone with such great stamina… what are we to do with you coming so quickly like this?”

“St, stop…! Hic, no, no, ahh…! I, I just, I just came… hee, heuk.”

“Oh? Did you come again? At this rate, your dick might really be broken.”

Aion chuckled and took hold of the penis that was dribbling semen and shook it. It was only a caress of his hand, but the shock was too great for Zizlon. Unable to bear the intense pleasure, Zizlon fainted. His struggling body went limp all at once, and Aion paused his thrusting for a moment and tilted his head.

“Zizlon?”

Aion laid Zizlon on the bed and checked his face. His peacefully closed eyes were a mess of tears, blood, and saliva. Realizing he had passed out, Aion hummed, “Hmm,” and then shrugged his shoulders.

“Well, whatever.”

Aion laid the sleeping man down properly and adjusted his position. Like a devoted lover, he tightly interlocked his fingers with both of Zizlon’s hands and resumed his thrusting, squish, squish, in a face-to-face position. His unconscious and defenseless body was wide open, welcoming his entry.

In the first place, it was enough as long as the one doing the entering felt good, and besides, his goal was to sow as much of his seed as possible inside Zizlon’s body, so there was no need to wake him. The further relaxed hole was soft and good for leisurely enjoyment. When he jabbed his cock into the womb, Zizlon panted with heated breaths even in his sleep. The area around his hole was a mess of love juice, so even the slightest movement made a loud, sloppy sound.

“Haht…!”

The second time he sowed his hot, rich seed inside the womb, Zizlon’s eyes flew open. And upon opening his eyes, his face contorted wretchedly at the sensation he was met with. Aion was ejaculating inside him.

“Haah… can you feel it? Me sowing my baby seed….”

“……”

Even after that, Aion thoroughly ravaged Zizlon. Thanks to being starved, Zizlon was a toothless lion. Having long since given up resisting, Zizlon maintained a disgusted reaction for a while, but later, he grew exhausted and literally let go of everything. He even begged to be allowed to rest for just a moment. Even that, after Aion scraped his insides a few more times, he went limp like a doll with its strings cut.

“Hua, ugh, ung, huuu….”

“Do you know? When I touch your chest, your hole tightens even more, and it feels good.”

The confinement order given to the prince felt like a gift to Aion. During the time given to him, Aion played with Zizlon’s body to his heart’s content without anyone’s interference. He greedily devoured the defenseless lips and sucked on the plump nipples until they bled.

At some point, Zizlon’s penis was just dribbling a thin liquid, not even semen. When Aion touched it, he would show an extremely intense reaction, so Aion often played with it.

“D, dy, heuk… dying….”

Feeling not just pleasure but the fear of death, Zizlon writhed like a worm and tried to escape, tumbling off the bed, but Aion, feeling playful, personally carried him to the door and violated him in front of it. Zizlon, completely ignored by the soldiers beyond the door, cried. Zizlon placed his hands on the door and panted while taking the cock. And he came a watery liquid all over the door again.

With that as a turning point, Zizlon and Aion became two primal beasts, rolling around not just on the silk bed but all over the room, frantically mixing their bodies wherever there was a place to lie down. On the small sofa where the prince used to rest and read books, on the desk where he attended to his official duties, and even in front of the window overlooking the outside, Aion sowed his seed inside his body time and time again.

Aion, who had displayed superhuman stamina and defiled Zizlon as he pleased, only stopped around the time the next day’s dawn was breaking. Zizlon was already in a state of having fainted for who knows how many times. On the bed, soaked with all sorts of fluids, Aion finally pulled his penis out of the hole. As he did, clotted semen gushed back out from the gaping, bloodshot hole between his legs. It was enough to form a white puddle between Zizlon’s thighs.

Only after seeing that sight was Aion finally satisfied. With this much, he would surely be carrying his baby. Feeling a sense of contentment filling his heart, he showered sweet kisses on the fallen Zizlon’s forehead.