SAFBIAN Ch 96(18+)

Chapter 96(18+)

“Ah, no!”

Why the hell would he…!

Still dazed from the lingering sensation, Dori belatedly pushed himself up on his elbows.

Just then, Haban, who had bowed his head as if in a crawl, lifted only his pitch-black eyes upward with a fierce glint. Even though Dori knew the glare wasn’t intentional but simply the result of looking up from below, the sharpness of that gaze startled him so much that strength drained from his arms.

‘…I can’t deal with this.’

With no confidence in stopping Haban, Dori collapsed back down. He was embarrassed and ashamed.

As he raised his hand from the bedsheet he had been clutching and covered his face, his lips, still tightly sealed to his lower half, tightened around his member.

“Ha, ngh…”

The pleasure surged up in an instant.

Now hypersensitive, Dori reflexively gripped Haban’s shoulders. Seemingly displeased with having Dori’s face hidden, Haban’s sucking weakened slightly the moment Dori’s hand came down.

He briefly let go of Dori’s member, grasped it with his hand, and gave it a few shakes while his tongue prodded at the soft flesh of the perineum. Then, swallowing even Dori’s scrotum, Haban rolled his member around inside his mouth.

“Huuuh… nn, ngh!”

It felt like if Haban pressed down too hard by mistake, he might burst. That chilling thought sent a shiver down his spine. Dori struggled to stop his ears and tail from popping out.

“Why are you whining so much? You seem to be enjoying it.”

“That’s, uh…”

Dori thought to himself that the only reason Haban was being gentle with him right now was because he was in his human form. If his long ears like “Dori’s” stuck out or if his plump tail stood up, Haban might revert to how he was in the original story upon seeing that.

“Nothing… It’s nothing.”

It never hurt to be cautious. Trying his hardest to keep his disguise from unraveling, Dori curled his body up and rubbed his feet against the blanket.

Haban’s tongue gently grazed the underside of the glans. It just had to be the most sensitive spot—Dori could feel his core gradually gaining firmness and standing tall.

Who could have imagined this?

That the Emperor, Haban, whether with a man or woman, would ever put his lips on someone’s lower body?

It was the same in the original work. Scenes from the novel flashed through his mind. Among them, Haban had split “Dori’s” lips and torn his throat trying to bite down on his own thing, but never—never had he actually taken “Dori’s” member into his mouth. Especially not right after ejaculation.

‘It must taste horrible…’

Dori flushed in shame and squirmed.

He tried not to imagine where Haban’s lips and tongue were persistently working, but the vivid sensation and the wet, slick sounds in his ears made it impossible.

Dori gulped down breath after breath.

“Now, stop… ha… there, not there…!”

Truthfully, it felt good. The sensation of Haban sucking deeply down his throat, the stimulation from his tongue licking broadly beneath the shaft—

All of it was new, things Dori had never felt before, and his member quickly hardened as though about to burst.

Dori pressed firmly against Haban’s shoulders as if begging him to stop. But Haban’s massive, oppressive body wouldn’t budge, so Dori tried to push his head away with both hands instead.

At that, the hot and wet mouth only sucked more tightly around his member.

“H-Haban…! It hurts…!”

Even the pain from the pressure on the glans blurred into pleasure, and Dori’s moans carried a trace of arousal. The urge to climax surged suddenly. Dori’s face went pale as he twisted his body, afraid he’d end up ejaculating into Haban’s mouth.

“Let me go…!”

Please…!

As Dori struggled with all his might, Haban stabbed the tip of his tongue into the slit of the glans. When Dori tried to move his hand down to push him away, Haban grabbed it and placed it back on his shoulder.

Then, with his large palm, he briskly rubbed Dori’s scrotum and perineum, making it feel like his breath might stop at any moment.

“Now, really… huff, haah… I said, let go…”

Just before Dori’s entire body tensed up, Haban finally let the member slip from his mouth. The fever that had built to a boiling point swept through his entire body like a tidal wave.

Having parted his lips with clear reluctance, Haban instead bit firmly into the flesh of Dori’s inner thigh. Gripping the shaft tightly in his hand and pressing down on the glans, he blocked the release, causing the thwarted pleasure to explode throughout every corner of Dori’s body.

“…!”

Dori’s vision turned white for a moment, and he couldn’t even scream. The tingling sensation that spread to his fingertips and toes made his body tremble in convulsions. The pleasure that couldn’t be released bordered on pain.

Meanwhile, Haban placed a short kiss before thrusting his fingers inside from behind.

“Nngh.”

In the end, tears welled and trickled from the corners of Dori’s eyes. Not from pain, but from sorrow, the tears burst forth. His member, swollen from denied release, was still firmly gripped by Haban.

“Why, why…”

“Calm down. You’re alright.”

Though the cleft between his plump buttocks was still tight, it was looser than before. When Haban pushed his finger in, slick with oil and semen, the opening gradually widened.

“Ugh. This feels weird.”

“It’s not weird—it feels good, doesn’t it?”

“No, it’s not that… ngh, really… ah!”

Blushing to the tip of his nose, Dori whimpered that the feeling was strange. Haban, resisting the urge to simply push himself in right away, patiently added another finger to stretch him out.

“Hoo…”

With just three fingers inside, the tight hole was already stretched so taut that the wrinkles had smoothed out completely, clamping down as if refusing to allow anything further in.

“I’m trying to make sure you don’t get hurt, so relax.”

“H-how?”

Tears clung to the ends of Dori’s eyelashes. Yet, instead of saying he couldn’t do it anymore, he just sniffled.

Haban kissed the corners of Dori’s eyes in turn, then gave a strained smile.

“Even though I told you to relax.”

“That’s… nngh! It’s not like I can control it…”

His body tensed on its own. It was so slippery inside. Haban’s fingers rubbed against the inner walls, pressing deeply into him. The feeling was so vivid.

“Dori.”

“Nngh… mm, mgh.”

Dori answered with something between a moan and a reply when Haban called his name. His mouth kept parting and shutting, with heated breaths and sighs spilling out.

Then, suddenly, the emptiness below struck him—Haban’s fingers had abruptly pulled out. Still caught in the haze of lingering arousal and frustration, Dori bit his lip.

Soon, Haban twisted and rubbed the tip of Dori’s member with his finger.

“Ah, aah…!”

The friction on the slick skin sent stars bursting behind his eyes. His hips jerked, and his engorged shaft spilled thick, milky liquid.

Having held it in so long, even after climaxing, more and more of the cloudy substance kept dripping out. Dori, pushed to the brink by repeated orgasms, felt his strength drain completely, as if he might actually pass out.

That’s when it happened.

A heavy weight pressed down from below, and sticky flesh clung to his skin.

“Hold this in your mouth for a moment.”

Fingers pushed into his mouth. Several of them filled it so completely that it was hard to close his lips.

And then at last, the very thing that could be mistaken for a brush dipped into an inkwell—a thick, rigid member—pressed against the tightened entrance, applying force as it slowly began to part the flesh.

“Ngh, mmph!”

The substantial bulk he’d felt from the first touch turned into overwhelming pressure the moment it breached him.

‘It’s tearing! I’m going to tear! …Haban!’

It was instinct. Dori tried desperately to plead with Haban.

“Mmph! Nngh! Ghh! Nnggh…!”

But as if anticipating it, Haban muffled him beforehand, so the sounds couldn’t escape and were swallowed down into his throat.

“Just endure a little. Dragging it out only makes it more painful.”

Pressing his flat palm against Dori’s belly once, Haban pushed in further. The folds of the entrance stretched taut in an instant.

There was still a long way to go—what now?

He had prepared Dori thoroughly, so pushing it all in at once wouldn’t cause a tear. Still, ramming it into an already reddened hole was not something he could allow himself to do. That would make him no different than before.

Haban paused to let Dori adjust. Dori’s jaw trembled as his mouth was stretched wide by the fingers, with drool dripping from the corners of his lips.

Haban withdrew his fingers and wiped the mess away from his lips.

“Dori.”

“Mm, ngh… hic.”

Inside, his walls twitched. Reflexively, the inner muscles molded themselves around the pulsing veins.

Haban grasped the tip of Dori’s member again. Watery fluid dripped from the tip.

“I’ll try to be gentle… but I can’t promise.”

“It doesn’t… huff, haah… really feel that way right now, though?”

“Then will it be alright?”

“Just… hurry up already… this is harder…”

At that moment, as if waiting for permission, Haban drove his shaft in with force. Dori, feeling his insides pierced by the long, thick rod, could only gasp for air with his mouth hanging open.

He’s insane. Completely insane.

Telling him to just hurry up—Dori cursed his own recklessness, trembling all over. Though Haban kept kissing him and comforting him, all Dori wanted was for it to be over quickly.

But the dull ache began to shift into something else.

“Ah… ah!”

Dori tried to stifle his cries by biting his lip, but unfamiliar moans escaped anyway.

Deeper, even deeper.

Gripping Dori’s thighs and spreading them wide to the sides, Haban began to thrust slowly at first, then gradually sped up as he rammed into him.

The wet suction sounds of the inner walls sticking and peeling apart echoed vividly. Thwack, thwack! The thick shaft parted the slick walls, with its blunted tip ramming into the deepest part.

“Mm, ngh! …Haah, ugh!”

Dori’s moans grew louder.

His inner flesh convulsed tightly, and the already swollen shaft, seemingly unable to grow any larger, ballooned even more and forced its way deeper.

He couldn’t breathe—he could barely draw in air.

The kisses were gentle, and the tongue exploring his mouth was tender, but the thrusting was violent and rough.

As Dori kept trying to push Haban’s chest away, Haban grabbed both his wrists and placed them over Dori’s lower belly, pressing his own hand over them.

With each thrust, the pressure inside Dori’s belly increased under that firm hand, making Dori shake his head in desperation to escape.

But each time, the shaft only plunged deeper and filled him even more. Haban’s eyes gleamed sharply.

At last, all of him belonged to Haban.

Drawing back only briefly, Haban slammed his hips forward with a loud slap. Dori’s splayed legs shook with each movement.

“Ngh… haah, ah… ah!”

Tears streamed freely from Dori’s eyes. His belly was soaked with cum he hadn’t even realized he had spilled.