Chapter 3.10

It was the duke’s cock he had waited for so much. It felt so good he thought he might go crazy. But he couldn’t move his body properly because his legs had already gone weak. His trembling thighs proved it. The duke probably knew it too. That Ivan’s delicate body had lost all its strength due to one big pleasure just now. But was there any reason for the duke to be lenient?

"You have to move, Ivan."

The duke urged him again. How many times had he urged him now? The duke didn’t particularly like urging. No, he didn’t welcome hesitation from the other party. It was just that the other party was Ivan, and given the situation, he was just enjoying and being lenient. But if this repeated several times, the duke wouldn’t be lenient anymore. Ivan knew that fact.

"Haa… Huh, ugh… Yes, yes, master…"

Ivan bit his lip. Since the duke had been lenient, he had to repay that. This time, Ivan began to lift his waist on his own, slowly pulling the cock out of the hole. The sound coming from inside the hole was truly lewd. It wasn’t a squelching sound, nor was it a creaking sound.

From the hole, tightly clenched with no gap for air to escape, only a thick, sticky sound echoed. That sound indicated how tightly it was clenched and that there was no more room to enter the inner wall. The shaft hadn’t even been half pulled out when the movement stopped. Ivan couldn’t move properly due to the stimulation.

With only his thighs trembling delicately, holding an awkward posture, the duke’s urging was heard once again. Ivan. The duke’s eyes, narrowed, were glinting ominously. Under the cold gaze, Ivan’s body stiffened. He had to move. He had to move.

Gripping the duke’s clothes tightly, he lowered his waist, and the cock squelched, filling the colon to the end again. At the same time, his lower abdomen bulged, revealing the outline of the cock beneath the navel, showing how deeply it had entered.

Even though Ivan’s cock had ejaculated, it still couldn’t calm down, dripping precum. The swollen urethral opening made it sting every time precum dripped, but the pleasure felt from behind was greater, so Ivan struggled to continue the movement.

Slowly, but his waist began to move continuously. As the base of the shaft disappeared and reappeared in the hole repeatedly, Ivan’s lower abdomen also went in and bulged out repeatedly, pleasing the duke’s view.

At the duke’s command to lift his head, Ivan, though embarrassed, couldn’t lower his head. His changing face was being shown to the duke with every thrust. Ivan couldn’t control his expression. He couldn’t hide his face, twisted with pleasure, even with a slight movement.

Watching that face, the duke felt a chill and satisfaction inside. But it wasn’t enough to be fully satisfied. Since he couldn’t lift his waist properly, he couldn’t pull it out halfway, and only made slight movements, the duke was gradually getting anxious.

The duke’s suppressed desire was rising because it had been a while since he tasted Ivan.

"Haa."

A groan escaped. This won’t end at this rate. The duke’s eyes were darker than before. Along with the thought of properly widening the hole next time so he could move on his own, the duke’s hand began to tighten again. And a proper thrusting began.

"You have to move properly, Ivan."

"Ugh, ugh…! Ah! M-Master, hik!"

The duke grabbed Ivan’s waist, pulling him up until the glans almost came out, then thrusting it down in one go. Thanks to that, Ivan jerked again, bursting into tears, and the hole began to swell as red as the urethral opening.

The thick veins and glans scraped and pressed the delicate hole and inner wall, widening them, so Ivan lowered his head again, bouncing his waist greatly.

"Hik, hik…! Ugh, ah!"

The moans couldn’t stop. As the inner wall tightened when pulled out, when lifted, the cock forcibly widened, pressing against the colon wall, Ivan felt a climax-like stimulation, dripping precum.

The more it spread, the more the fishy scent lingered in the duke’s nose, but more than that, the scent of Ivan’s flesh, deeply permeating, was increasing the duke’s excitement.

"Haa, Ivan."

The duke buried his head in Ivan’s neck, inhaling deeply. Ivan’s flesh scent was subtle. Sweet yet not overpowering, a faint aroma. But somehow, there was a hint of lasciviousness. It was a scent resembling Ivan. A subtle smell that excited people.

"Ugh."

The duke’s cock twitched again. Stirring inside Ivan’s inner wall, thrusting deeply, it was already making a squelching sound. The duke’s precum and Ivan’s fluid mixed, turning the color murky, and with each strong thrust, small bubbles began to form.

Ivan felt like he was going to lose his mind already. It felt too good. It was so blissful he felt like he might come again. When the cock pressed and lifted the entire inner wall, including the prostate area, Ivan felt a tingling sensation, as if his mind was going blank.

Thanks to that, his face was a mess, and his mouth couldn’t close, drooling saliva as he let out moans, so messy it was.

After moving several times, the duke’s hand paused for a moment. Just before Ivan went over again. Ivan lay limply in the duke’s arms, panting for breath. Although he had received the cock for the first time in a while, the posture was tiring.

His knees, touching the bench, were red and throbbing, and his waist was so numb he couldn’t straighten it. But the act wasn’t over with this. The duke hadn’t come even once from the start.

"Hoo. Ivan, you should do your part properly."

"Hik…!"

The duke’s hand came down again. Grabbing and spreading the buttocks like at the beginning, the hole widened as well. It was a hole already widened to its limit, so it just gaped, holding the cock and gaping.

The duke rubbed the junction with his index finger. What he felt at his fingertips was the swollen, sticky back hole. Feeling that, the duke curled his lips, applying pressure with his fingertips.

"Hik…! Ah! Master, master…!"

"I gave you the cock you wanted so much, you shouldn’t behave like this."

The index finger dug into the hole’s gap. As the tip of the nail tried to force its way into that narrow gap, the hole began to widen even more, as if it would tear at any moment. Ivan trembled his waist, shaking his head. Saying it would tear, saying he was wrong, words of pleading flowed out naturally.

At those words, the duke chuckled, withdrawing his index finger. He hadn’t intended to insert it from the start. If it tore, Ivan would be scared again later. Stretching was for later. Now, it was just about urging Ivan to move again.

"Then shall we try again?"

"Hik, sob…"

It felt like it meant he should be able to do it properly this time since he had shown an example just now. Ivan was momentarily at a loss for words. Having stopped right before ejaculation, his legs were even weaker than before, wasn’t that normal?

Ivan wiggled his waist. Even a slight movement caused his waist to bounce up on its own due to the stimulation felt on the overly sensitive inner wall.

When Ivan didn’t move right away, the duke slapped his buttocks hard. The flesh shook greatly, leaving a red handprint, and Ivan trembled his waist again, gripping the clothes tightly.

"Ugh…!"

"Hurry."

The slap was as good as the final warning. Ivan shed tears, putting strength into his buttocks. The waist movement began again. But thanks to the duke’s thrusting just before, it was a waist that moved a little more smoothly than at first.

Pulling out more than half of the cock and thrusting it back to the root, Ivan let out a cry. The movement wasn’t fast, but even this was a significant improvement. The duke exhaled languidly again. Narrowing his eyes, the duke watched Ivan.

A face and ears red as if about to burst, soft cheeks with tear marks from his weeping eyes. How red and swollen his lips were from biting them so much, glistening with saliva.

The shirt was also thoroughly disheveled, creased. The duke lifted the shirt, reaching down to his thighs, exposing the erect cock. Ivan, with his delicate body, took the thick cock, shaking his waist on his own. The sight of him moaning was truly arousing.

"Hik! Master… Haa, ugh, master…"

The duke was satisfied. Calling him with that mouth made his lips curl up naturally. The duke reached out with his other hand, rubbing Ivan’s glans. So, Ivan. How is it? The duke asked. The answer was obvious.

"It’s good, haa… Ugh. Master, your cock is the best, ugh…! It’s good…"

Ivan didn’t hesitate for a moment. The words he uttered while shaking his waist were truly lewd. The sight of him craving his master’s cock, thrusting his hole on his own.

The duke couldn’t help but be satisfied. The hand gripping the buttocks tightened. Thanks to that, the descending buttocks pressed deeper against the thighs, the cock pressing hard against the inner wall, and as he felt the organs tremble, Ivan burst into tears.

Thanks to that, the tightness increased, and the duke also exhaled, feeling that sensation. The duke’s question followed again. To that, Ivan repeated the words 'I like master’s cock,' bouncing his body.

In the quiet garden, Ivan’s moans spread along with the sticky sounds for a while. In the cool time transitioning from day to evening, Ivan had to heat his body, unaware of the cold setting in, while the duke indulged in Ivan’s flesh, releasing his desire.

The garden was filled with such sensual sounds. As those sounds spread for a long time, an unknown figure stood nearby for a long time. The figure soon disappeared from the garden, stepping on the grass.