Demons and humans shouldn’t look that different on the outside.
I was sure I knew that…
“…?”
Reinhild stared wide-eyed, shifting his gaze between his own genitals and Xion’s.
Even looking again, it was impossible to say they were the same—their shapes were too different.
For starters, the size.
“Th-this… Hot!”
Before the startled Reinhild could flee, Xion grabbed one of his legs and hoisted it over his shoulder.
He couldn’t even count how many times he’d already broken his personal record for “This couldn’t be more humiliating.”
Reinhild tried to pull his widely spread legs together, his hips twitching, but froze mid-motion.
‘Gasp.’
Something touched his buttocks.
Even the clueless Demon King could tell that the hard, thick thing was Xion’s penis, which he’d witnessed moments ago.
Though he’d never learned the process of this act, Reinhild instinctively understood what Xion intended to do.
“No, no… it won’t go in.”
“It’s fine, Rein. It’s no different than inserting a finger.”
That was a lie.
Even an ogre’s finger wasn’t that thick.
“No… there’s no way something like that can fit, ah, aah!”
Xion’s penis forced its way into the tightly clenched rear passage, torn open by the tension.
The alien sensation and pain, on a completely different level from when the finger had entered, nearly made Reinhild lose his mind.
Not even a scream escaped his wildly thrown-back neck.
No. Stop, don’t do this, stop.
Countless words swirled in his mind, but not a single one escaped his lips.
All Reinhild could do was struggle to force out the breath caught in his throat and reach out his arms toward Xion.
“Haah, Xion,”
“I’m here, Rein.”
As Xion bent down, Reinhild clung desperately to his back like a drowning child grabbing a lifeline.
But the tighter he held on, the heavier his stomach felt, not the slightest bit better.
They said if it hurts, wrap your arms around his neck, but nothing’s changed.
“Ha, Rein. Reinhild… Huh.”
Whether he knew Reinhild’s feelings or not, Xion heaved a rough breath and writhed, trying to force his way into the tightly closed hole.
The rear hole, which had only been probed a few times with a finger moistened with a bit of saliva, tightened as if unaccustomed to something entering it.
With each deeper thrust from Xion, Reinhild’s magic leaked out in streams.
Before the seal, his magic control was too perfect; after the seal, his magic reserves were too low. This was the first time his magic had ever burst out like this.
The air grew so heavy it felt like the magic itself was pressing down on his body, yet Xion paid it no mind.
Instead, he felt warmly embraced by Reinhild, which only heightened his excitement.
“Hah, ahh, just, just…”
Xion wrapped his arms around Reinhild’s legs as he thrust his partially forced-in member deep inside his.
Amidst the overwhelming pleasure and the fulfilling sensation of Reinhild being held by him, even as his senses blurred, he seemed to recall that it would be dangerous if Reinhild’s magic power depleted. Xion blew magic power into the leaking magic reservoir, attempting to fill its emptiness.
“Ah… Ahh, mmm, hmm… It feels strange, stop… Stop,”
The sensation of magic filling his suddenly emptied heart again was indescribably profound.
It felt like both scorching divine power and cool demonic energy were simultaneously sweeping through every part of his body, crawling up from his toes to his heart.
Reinhild squirmed, his whole body itching and suffocating.
“Huhk,”
It’s suffocating. It hurts. How did I escape this pain just a moment ago?
Surely it was because Xion touched me…
“Xion, Xioon…”
Desperate, Reinhild reached blindly toward his own genitals, recalling the sense of liberation He felt when Xion’s hand had brushed against his.
He managed to grasp the tip somehow, but it solved nothing.
This isn’t it. This isn’t it, this…
“Xion, help me…”
The moment Xion’s eyes met Reinhild’s, who was sobbing and searching for him, his reason snapped.
“…!”
Before he could even gasp, Xion’s penis plunged completely inside Reinhild.
Reinhild couldn’t even scream, gasping for breath as if he might suffocate.
Xion wrapped his arms tightly around Reinhild’s left leg draped over his shoulder and began thrusting.
Thud, thud, the sound of flesh colliding echoed repeatedly.
“Ah, ahh! Uh! Ahh!”
Each time the hole, still unaccustomed to accepting Xion’s presence, clenched desperately to return to its original form, Xion forcibly pried the flesh apart and thrust his member deep inside, as if determined to fill every inch of it with himself.
“Huh, uh, ahh!”
Xion leaned over the groaning Reinhild and kissed his bright red nose.
It was probably meant to comfort the struggling Reinhild, but with one leg pinned under Xion’s shoulder, Reinhild felt like he was dying.
Every time pressure hit his body, it stiffened rigidly, clamping down on Xion’s member as if trying to bite it off. Yet Xion only frowned, showing no sign of stopping.
“Rein, Re…in. Call me. My name. More.”
“Huh, Xi, O… On, Xion, hh…”
Xion lowered his trembling legs from his shoulders and embraced Reinhild, enveloping his entire body.
Xion’s weight pressed down, driving his member deeper inside his.
“Haaah.”
Was it the stimulation from his hardened member rubbing against Xion’s stomach? Or was it because his restricted movement focused all his nerves inward?
The unpleasant tingling that had tormented Reinhild began to gradually transform into ecstasy.
Pain and pleasure alternated, overwhelming his mind.
“No, ugh, ah, there—a little, more… hmm, stop,”
Reinhild’s voice, dripping with moisture, was laced with excitement.
The inner walls that had been stubbornly pushing away the intrusion suddenly wrapped tightly around Xion’s member.
As if he’d been waiting for this moment, Xion pulled his hips back sharply, then thrust forward forcefully before Reinhild could even feel the emptiness left behind.
Right into the spot whise Reinhild had reacted most intensely just moments before.
“Ah, ahh-!”
The pleasure that had been hiding between the pain, teasing his, exploded like a burst, spreading instantly throughout his entire body.
For Reinhild, who was more unfamiliar with pleasure than pain, that sensation felt terrifying.
“Stop, don’t, don’t, don’t…!”
Not knowing that he was swaying his hips to devour all of Xion, Reinhild hugged Xion’s back tightly and shouted at him to stop.
Xion continued to thrust without stopping, biting Rainhild’s neck.
Reinhild gasped, his body trembling violently.
His stomach felt damp.
The muscles that had been rigid moments ago now hung limp like waterlogged rags.
Of course, with Xion relentlessly tearing into his insides regardless of Reinhild’s state, he had no leisure to enjoy the sensation.
“Ugh, hmm,”
“Rein… Haa, Rein.”
Reinhild, his body drained of strength, swayed helplessly with every movement Xion made.
He tried to bite Xion’s arm in response to his relentless biting, but he couldn’t muster the strength, barely managing to press his teeth against his skin.
“Ugh, mmm…”
It feels good.
Just as that thought crossed his mind, Xion, who had been thrusting hard into his, let out a low groan and released something inside him.
A single drop of sweat trickling down Xion’s jaw fell with a soft plop onto Reinhild’s cheek.
“…Rein.”
Only when Xion reached out to cup his cheek and gently wiped the sweat droplet with his thumb did Reinhild realize he was sobbing uncontrollably.
These weren’t tears of pain.
“Haa.”
Xion exhaled, slowly pulling his hips back.
Just when he thought it was over, Xion pushed his partially withdrawn member back inside.
Very slowly. As if savoring the lingering sensation.
The squelching sound between his legs felt similar to the sound of the sticky fluid clinging to his belly rubbing against Xion’s and his own skin.
“X…ion…”
“Yes, Rein.”
“I… can’t… hold on.”
With those words, Reinhild lost consciousness.
***
“…Gasp!”
Waking from sleep, Reinhild tried to sit up abruptly but fell back down again.
Just attempting to rise sent a stabbing pain shooting through his body like he’d been beaten.
“Ugh!”
“Rein!”
As always, Xion, who hadn’t left his side for even a moment, swiftly caught Reinhild from behind and held his.
Xion slowly helped Reinhild sit up and propped his back against a thick pillow.
Leaning against the soft pillow felt a little better.
But even so, the fact remained that it took several times longer than usual to get up.
It felt unfair.
“Are you okay?”
“…No, I’m not.”
Reinhild turned his head away defiantly, avoiding his gaze.
But when Xion offered his a cup of water, he didn’t refuse.
Water was innocent.
“?”
He merely touched his lips to the cup to drink, yet his lower lip stung.
When he touched it with his finger, he felt his lips were swollen and puffy, top and bottom alike.
Reinhild suddenly realized.
‘So the previous swelling wasn’t from a bug bite either!’
So it wasn’t a bug that made his lips swell—it was Xion.
He hadn’t deceived anyone, yet he’d been completely deceived himself.
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