Chapter 119

Startled, Egru turned around, lost his balance, and fell on his buttocks. As the waistband caught at his knees slid down, his modest manhood sprang up with a pop.

“Why, why are you doing this…”

His voice was filled with bewilderment.

Egru exerted all his strength to defend his only pair of pants. Gilbert no longer pulled at the waistband but merely held it in place. Yet no matter how hard Egru tried, the pants that had fallen to his ankles wouldn’t budge.

“Let go…!”

As he struggled and strained, the center between his legs dangled like a small bell. Throughout this, a myriad of questions filled Egru’s mind.

Why was Gilbert suddenly trying to remove his pants? Could there be some reason for this?

“Do you perhaps w-want these pants?”

This was the conclusion he reached after rapid deliberation.

Gilbert seemed to have no pants of his own. He always wore only a tattered cloth covering his upper body.

“These, um! They won’t fit you, Gilbert! L-later when I go to the village, I’ll get you a separate pair…”

Egru belatedly realized something. Gilbert’s red gaze was fixed on his private parts.

It was a truly insignificant size compared to Gilbert’s. Like comparing a large fruit to its seed. Even though it was swollen to its limit.

His cream-colored cheeks flushed bright red. Egru finally gave up on his pants and clasped his hands tightly over his genitals.

“Give it to me.”

“W-what?”

“That, if you’re not going to eat it.”

Gilbert nodded at Egru’s rounded hands.

“The liquid inside.”

“Th-this isn’t for eating?”

The red eyes stared intently at that place. It was a persistent gaze, as if piercing through.

Egru’s pointed ears grew increasingly red. Like the nightmare from before, this was beyond strange.

Why did everyone want to consume this so badly? Did it perhaps truly have an extraordinary taste?

B-but this is where urine comes out…

Any liquid emerging from the same passage would surely be unclean.

“No. I’ll g-go outside to take care of it and come back…”

“What a waste.”

Gilbert grabbed Egru’s ankles and completely removed his pants. It was an impatient gesture filled with anticipation, like unwrapping a gift.

Egru barely maintained his balance to avoid falling backward. As the cool air touched his lower body, goosebumps rippled across his thighs.

“Move your hands.”

“N-no.”

Gilbert raised his thick eyebrows as if surprised. Egru spoke while pulling his buttocks as far back as possible.

“No matter what, th-this is too dirty. I gathered honey yesterday, so instead of this, you could have that…”

“I can tell by the smell. It’s clean.”

Gilbert maintained an unapologetic attitude, as if his words were absolutely correct. Egru grew confused by the gaze that seemed to find him peculiar.

Is he really g-going to eat it?

Perhaps different races had different dietary preferences? If so, what race was Gilbert exactly?

The wavering amber eyes looked up at the giant figure’s body. Then down at the straight black tail.

“How long must I wait.”

“Ah, wait!”

“Your turn is over.”

Gilbert moved his hand from Egru’s ankle to his thigh. His hands, rough with calluses, were so large they could grasp the entire thigh with room to spare.

“Now it’s my turn.”

It was overwhelming strength. Despite straining to keep them together, his legs spread wider and wider according to Gilbert’s will.

“Stop…!”

Egru unconsciously removed both hands covering his center. He wanted to push Gilbert away. In doing so, his member, still pointing toward the ceiling, was completely exposed.

Gilbert didn’t miss the momentary opening and thrust his head between Egru’s legs.

“Eek!”

Egru’s chest rose in shock. A hot tongue adhered thickly to the base of his penis. As it slowly licked up to the underside of the glans, the tightly closed urethral opening leaked a viscous drop of fluid.

“No, please don’t…!”

The hands he extended to stop Gilbert were instantly restricted. In the blink of an eye, the black tail had bound both wrists like a rope. His hands, tied at his navel, couldn’t move an inch.

“Please, Gilbert…!”

Gilbert didn’t even respond. He merely focused on his meal.

He tapped the cherry-like glans with the erect tip of his tongue. It was a careful yet blatant exploration, as if checking how ripe it was.

The moist tongue tip repeatedly stuck and released, leaving trails of saliva.

The heated shaft twitched arbitrarily at the teasing stimulation. As if begging to be consumed immediately, it stretched the foreskin taut.

Th-this can’t be happening.

Egru tried desperately to regain his composure by tensing his perineum. The moment his rear entrance contracted tightly, Gilbert abruptly stopped.

It wasn’t because of the appropriately tightened folds. It was because the fluid that had leaked earlier had seeped into the taste buds on his tongue.

Gulp, Gilbert’s walnut-like Adam’s apple moved prominently. The next moment, the tail that had been restraining his wrists loosened.

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Why?

Egru questioned himself with his already thoroughly confused mind.

Then he realized his hands were free. Just as he thought this was his chance and began pushing against Gilbert’s forehead buried in his groin—

“Haah, hck…!”

Gilbert took the plump penis entirely into his mouth. His firm jaw pressed heavily against the perineum.

The member, engulfed in the hot mouth, helplessly leaked fluid. Yet as if still unsatisfied, the erect tongue tip persistently probed the twitching urethral opening.

“N-no! It hurts…!”

Egru’s toes curled helplessly. Tears welled up in his amber eyes from the unfamiliar stimulation.

Slurp, sluuuurp. With suction purely for consumption, it felt as if his penis would be pulled out entirely.

“Stop, please stop. Please…”

As he pushed against Gilbert’s forehead with both hands, the tangled hair parted slightly. Through the messy, unkempt long hair, a beautiful wheat color was revealed.

The long eyelashes drooping over his calmly closed eyes were the same wheat color as his hair. The clean lines around his eyes, contrasting with his tanned skin, almost seemed to shine.

The problem was that such a neat appearance was engulfing someone else’s genitals. No matter how much he struggled, the face deeply buried in his groin wouldn’t budge an inch, like a boulder.

When he tried to insert the edge of his hand to detach the face, Gilbert lowered his head deeply to block the attempt.

“Ah, ahh…”

Egru had to exert all his willpower to maintain his tension. He tensed his muscles as if holding in urine, causing his anus to contract. He felt he would ejaculate the moment he relaxed even slightly.

“Relax.”

The grip of Gilbert’s hands around Egru’s thighs grew increasingly stronger. The flesh, deprived of circulation from the overwhelming grip strength, turned red.

By the time he realized Gilbert would never let go, it was already too late.

“Ungh, aaah…!”

The throat, undulating as if thirsting, sucked hard on his center.

The wet sounds stimulated his eardrums. The already sensitive member twisted this way and that following the tongue’s movements.

The pupils of the amber eyes at the peak of climax briefly dilated. His vision grew hazy.

It was the moment when pleasure, which had stealthily crept up, invaded his mind like lightning.

His delicate toes spread wide and trembled violently. Gulp, the seed that Gilbert had so desired poured forth.

Swallow…

It was hardly enough for even a mouthful. The sweet liquid disappeared instantly, leaving not a single drop.

Gilbert licked his lower lip and frowned. He seemed displeased by the quantity, which was far less than expected.

Egru, lying on his side, exhaled in labored breaths. His member, having already reached climax alone, hung limply.

“…”

Gilbert quietly extended his hand. The thick index finger slowly probed between the folds of the covered glans. With a squelching sound, the foreskin was pulled back.

“D-don’t touch it now, ah…”

Gilbert, lifting one of Egru’s legs, once again thrust his head forward. The sensation of the urethra being sucked stiffened his waist again, which had just begun to calm down.

“Th-this isn’t right…”

Egru whimpered with unfocused eyes.

“Honey, you should be eating honey…”

“Then may I have more?”

“What?”

Before his thoroughly dazed mind could properly understand the meaning—

“Ah…!”

Gilbert scooped up honey with his hand and thickly slathered it on the member that had just ejaculated. As he roughly rubbed the already hypersensitive area, the soft flesh twitched and rose.

“No! Stop, hick…!”

Even after the sun had set, Egru was forced to climax several more times. Until no more semen emerged from his glans, numbed beyond sensitivity, and only clear fluid trickled out.

“Ah… ah…”

Egru, having exhausted even the energy to resist, stared at the ceiling with half-closed eyes. It was during a time when he was limp and dazed, occasionally gasping when intermittent waves of intense pleasure suddenly surged through him.

Slurp, slurp. Lick…

Gilbert squeezed the delicate droplet tightly, as if demanding more. Though he knew nothing would come out from pressing, his impulsive instinct craved the clear essence.

Egru let out a strangled sound. His amber eyes flashed open momentarily.

The soft orb caught between the index finger and thumb shriveled. Caught between thick, blunt fingertips, it was pressed to its limit.

Egru finally fainted, foaming at the mouth from the sharp pain that penetrated his entire body.

“?”

Only then did Gilbert release the swollen penis from his mouth. He reflexively relaxed his grip just before the testicle burst, but it was already too late.

The red eyes looked down at the quivering groin. As a man with the same equipment, he instinctively sensed something had gone wrong.

“…Are you alright?”

Naturally, there was no response. Belatedly, Gilbert gently licked Egru’s scrotum.