SAFBIAN Ch 174(NSFW)-END

Chapter 174 (Extra 2.7)(NSFW)

 

“…Hot.”

After drinking two, three cups of wine in a row, Dori’s cheeks quickly grew warm.

“That’s the alcohol rising.”

From the fourth cup, Haban removed the tray, then stripped off Dori’s single-layer inner robe that had slipped past his shoulders in one swift motion. With nothing worn beneath, bare skin was revealed at once.

“Phew.”

Since when had he been dressed like this?

“Haban, you too—hurry and undress.”

Dori boldly grabbed his collar. Haban hurriedly took off his clothes and tossed them beneath the bed.

When he grasped Dori’s ankles and spread them, taking position between, a pink shaft was already half-stiff. Just a few nudges of his knee had made it stand sharply.

Haban lifted one of Dori’s ankles onto his shoulder, bared his teeth, and bit the calf. Reflexively, Dori curled his toes.

“Mm…”

As the soft thigh rose lightly, the plump perineum and the secret entrance were exposed—one of the few places where a faint color showed on Dori’s pale body.

Pressing just the tip of a thumb to the tight entrance made the gathered flesh smile open slightly—but the moment he lifted his hand, the slit vanished without a trace. Far too narrow to accept him.

Feeling along behind, Haban found a small chest. Opening the lid, he saw a neat row of small, colored bottles sealed with firm stoppers.

In imperial weddings, the groom adorned the bride’s hair with gifts of ornaments. Tonight, he would learn which flower suited Dori best by its fragrance.

Haban took the bottle nearest the front, removed its stopper, and poured the oil completely over Dori’s shaft. The stiff column swelled harder and fuller at the base.

Before long, a floral scent far richer than that of the roomful of blooms drenched Dori’s groin. Flowing past the scrotum, along the plump perineum, the oil soaked the entrance.

Haban rubbed the slick oil generously around the rim and pushed in a finger. Even then it felt insufficient; the snug inner wall clung, gripping tight.

When he poured in a second bottle, the rough interior gradually opened. With smoother entry, the rim yielded fully, and each press inside pushed back the tender membranes.

“…Ah, huu… ngh!”

Dori shook his head as if overwhelmed.

Soon, the inside was richly slick with oil. Haban pressed the thick shaft to the hollowed place and pushed. The blunt glans slipped in smoothly, as if drawn.

“Hng! Ah!”

Dori’s hips jolted. Regardless of how well prepared, such a depth always struck hard.

“Hh.”

The shaft slowly forced apart the inner wall, the pressure kneading the membrane; the sensation of swelling within made Dori reflexively clutch the blanket.

Too deep—so very deep. The flesh column pushed forward without end. Though he tried to relax, his belly already felt full. His breath hitched, caught tight.

Just before their bodies met completely, Haban thrust the last portion home in a single, heavy stroke.

“Mmff!”

Dori clapped a hand over his mouth.

His entrance stretched to the limit—he could feel the pronounced veins of the shaft pulsing like a heartbeat.

“…Phew. Dori.”

Haban ground slowly below. In his restrained voice, it was clear how tightly he held back.

Lowering his torso, Haban cradled the back of Dori’s head, then pressed their hips flush and moved quickly.

“Hng! Ah! …Mmm, …uh, hah!”

Startled by the sudden movement, Dori clung urgently around Haban’s neck. As if he hadn’t waited at all for Dori to open enough, the kneading thrusts were especially impatient.

“J-just… h—hng! Ahh!”

The size that speared through, as if tearing the tight entrance, frightened him. His waist trembled, moving on its own.

The long shaft would almost slip out to the rim, then strike back inside in one go and lodge in the curved spot. It was so deep he worried he might tear.

“Hh—hng! Hah… H-Haban!”

Yet strangely, excitement and pleasure swelled even more. Dori rubbed his brow against Haban’s shoulder.

“G-gently… slower.”

If he waited just a little, Dori felt he could keep up.

But it had the opposite effect. Kisses rained over his face, and the fearsome girth gouged deeper, as if testing how far it could go.

With a forceful snap of Haban’s hips, Dori’s lower belly clenched hard. Clear fluid dripped from the tip of Dori’s shaft, pooling on his abdomen.

At the instant the massive column drove in and crushed a certain spot, Dori’s shaft surged and spilled semen. His belly quivered wildly, and the inner flesh seized tight; even Haban grimaced at the intense squeeze. His entire lower body burned, ready to burst.

“Hhh…”

Dori trembled uncontrollably. Not neatly stacked but chaotically piled pleasure discharged at once, sending convulsions through him.

After allowing a brief afterglow, Haban lifted Dori into his arms.

“Hh-uh…!”

Only then did Dori realize Haban hadn’t diminished at all. If anything, he felt even larger.

Why… how…

He clearly felt the emitted fluid seeping inward.

Too drained even to clasp Haban’s neck, Dori’s limp body was supported as Haban cupped under his bottom to keep him from slipping. A broad palm squeezed and released the soft flesh.

“Ugh…!”

As his entrance spread, Haban’s copious seed leaked out below. Thick, cloudy strings clung to the shaft and fell with soft plops.

“Hold it in well.”

Haban suddenly paused, then wedged a finger beside his own shaft, still embedded. Scooping the spilled seed and the mess around the rim, he pressed it back inside.

Only after packing it firmly did Haban move again.

Dori sniffled. For some reason, his throat tightened.

“I… hh… I might not be able to have a child.”

Among the red fox beastmen, it was rare—but some did bond with other species, even humans.

So why had the partner’s imprint not formed with Haban? Hurt welled, and tears spilled rapidly.

“A child who resembles you would be beautiful.”

He would have no children born by another woman—Haban’s voice held no lingering doubt.

“Hhh. I—I’m tired…”

Dori panted, breath hot.

Lifted with their bodies still joined, the stiff shaft stabbed deep with every step Haban took.

The thick flesh embedded so deep that the resonance itself was hard to bear, and whenever Haban shifted his hold deliberately, sweat-slick skin slid, rubbing the perineum.

What was he planning to do?

Carrying Dori, Haban opened the door opposite the one they’d used to enter.

“N-no!”

A glance back made Dori’s pale face go whiter still. A large boat was moored to the pillars.

“Haban, if s-someone sees…!”

“I’ve sent all the attendants away from the area.”

“They’ll still h-hear… the sounds!”

Even a papered door made a big difference. But before Dori could protest to the end, Haban stepped onto the deck.

“Hng! Ah—hah!”

As the boat rocked harshly with the waves, Dori’s inner walls were mashed. Not once, but several times his inside was kneaded.

Barely had one moan ended before Haban moved deeper still.

Even a few steps from Haban made the boat sway greatly; Dori trembled, begging him to stay still. The sensitive places were rubbed and roused continuously, and tears streamed down.

Dori’s shaft, once spent, swelled tight again. The droplet beaded at the tip painted a transparent trail across Haban’s chest and belly.

Just… put me down…

It must have slipped out unconsciously; Haban laid Dori down. Mats or quilts—he couldn’t tell—were spread on the floor.

“It’s still not enough—you’ll have to endure more.”

“N-no… haa… Haban…”

“Say ‘seobang-nim’.”

“Gh—uh!”

After giving a brief respite, Haban plunged the rigid column into the entrance. The inner folds clung soft and sticky.

“S-stop…”

“My wife.”

Without pause, the glans plowed the inner wall, then deliberately scraped aside along it.

Eek!

Dori trembled on tiptoe. Fabric covered the deck, so every rub of his toes slipped, pulling them closer and deeper.

“Haa… Haban…”

“Seobang-nim.”

“Ha…”

His head spun. In the deep blue night sky, no clouds—moonlight revealed Haban’s body in full, from broad upper arms to the shaft driving in and out of the opening.

Sensing Dori’s gaze, Haban drew out deliberately, then pressed in slowly so the movement of the column could be felt as vividly as possible—sending shivers through Dori.

Slap.

Was that the sound of bodies meeting, or water lapping? He couldn’t tell. Nothing else reached him. It felt as if they were the only two in the world.

“…Hah!”

With a slick sound, the embedded column slipped out, then with a heavy thud, drove from the glans back in, sealing him without any gap.

Burying to the hilt, Haban pressed his hips down firmly.

Waves shoved against the boat; white spray reflected moonlight. Of all places, the edge of the boat—one wrong move and a shift in weight might tip them—fear flickered.

But soon, he could think of nothing else.

Haban, fully covering him, drove deep. The raw sound of flesh sticking and peeling was explicit.

“Hng, ah… s-so… good…!”

On the empty lake, their fevered moans entwined.

Just as he hovered on the edge of losing breath, his breathing grew distant and his belly quivered. As the shaft buried as if to pierce his lower abdomen, their lips sealed.

With weight behind it, Haban’s shaft rammed savagely.

“Ah!”

And as Haban, as always, clamped a fierce bite on Dori’s neck, a thrilling sensation wrapped his entire body. Countless stars burst bright before his eyes, then shattered and fell.

It hurts…!

Dori screamed silently at the unfamiliar shock. Sensing something, Haban wrapped him fully in his arms.

A blurred red seal surfaced; along the circle’s edge, characters began to inscribe vividly. Like vines, the partner’s mark climbed the round path, scorching the skin crimson.

At last, the flickering red energy returned to the starting point. The round seal was now fully filled without a gap.

The perfectly completed seal flared white like light, then slowly faded as if sinking into the skin.

At the same time, Dori drifted into a far-off haze and closed his eyes.

On a very fine day, the emperor held his wedding.

Clad in splendid robes and adorned with a hair ornament, the empress—first in the empire’s history since its founding—was neither human nor woman, but a white fox beastman, and a man.

 

 

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