The One and Only Sami Chapter 18

“…!”

Razard let out a smirk as Sami’s focus suddenly snapped back.

“It’s alright. I’m not going to scold you.”

He gently swept Sami’s hair back. He even caressed the lips he had been kissing just moments ago—or more accurately, the lips he had claimed.

“Anyway, it seems ‘this time,’ the focus of the interest is the mouth…”

Razard had seen through the look in Sami’s eyes—the way they grew hazy with ecstasy every time he moved and rubbed his tongue. It was undoubtedly the ‘Desire of the Marut.’ The Marut’s craving had swallowed Sami’s body.

And it was clear which part that desire was directed toward.

“Sami, you’ll have to use that mouth to soothe it a bit. You’ve seen how it’s done, and your mouth and tongue are all warmed up, so the next part should be fine, right?”

Licking his lips, Razard rubbed his lower half, which he had already bared, against Sami’s wet lips. This time, he didn’t tease or make him anxious like before. Using the tip of his rock-hard glans, he forced apart the lips that hadn’t quite closed and tapped—tap, tap—against the surface of the small, neat front teeth.

“To tell you the truth, it was getting a bit much for me too, standing this tall while only playing around with your lips.”

The breath he exhaled was even more sweltering than before. When he pressed down on the hand resting on the crown of Sami’s head, the boy’s head tilted back and his lips parted naturally. Even when open, they were small, round lips. Razard licked his own lips, recalling the sensation of rooting around inside that mouth with his tongue. It was a narrow space that felt full with just a tongue; he wondered what it would be like once he shoved his member inside.

“Now, you learned earlier…”

How joyfully would the ‘Marut’ feast on the flesh of the inner cheek, which had never been stretched by another man’s cock before?

“You can do better now, can’t you?”

How far could this little mate be bewitched?

“Since you probably can’t hold back anymore, I’ll feed you myself.”

“Mmph, uuugh…”

Seeing the fear gradually seeping into those wide, round eyes, Razard kindly lowered his palm over Sami’s eyelids.

“It’s okay. I told you.”

Razard was not a man who accepted a loss. To have what he wanted was the innate nature of this arrogant man.

“I told you, this is actually a blessing.”

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A room swirling with an exotic fragrance, a bed draped with round lamps decorated with shards of colored glass and mirrors—it was a place designed for trysts, no matter who looked at it.

“Ugh, gag… hic!”

However, the sound filling the room wasn’t a slender, sweet moan of pleasure, but a rough, squeezed-out groan. The voice of the unripened youth was being poked and crushed deep inside his throat.

Splat, splat. The sound of something sticky being worked between fingers echoed through the room. Yet, no one’s hands were covered in anything viscous. It was simply the sound of the member being shoved into Sami’s mouth, pulled out, and thrust back in again and again.

All those wet sounds originated from between those lips.

“Gag, uu, uugh…”

“Haah… phew.”

Sami urgently placed his hands on Razard’s thighs. Every time he felt like he couldn’t breathe, he unconsciously tried to push him away, but the rock-hard, bulging thighs didn’t budge.

Instead, Razard wrapped his large hand around the back of Sami’s head to prevent him from pulling away and thrust his hips forward deep and hard; Sami’s tan, round cheeks puffed out and then collapsed inward repeatedly as he was rooted through.

Razard’s hand shook in sync with Sami’s trembling head. Every time it did, the light sliding over the rings on Razard’s fingers shifted its position, gleaming brilliantly.

“Ugh, gag, cough…! Haurgh, ugh, cough…!”

Sami tried to shake his head with a tearful face, but he was blocked by the hand holding the back of his head firm, and the member was forced back into his mouth.

This time, instead of grinding his hips to rub against the soft inner walls of the mouth, Razard simply rested the slick, thick shaft on top of Sami’s tongue and enjoyed the pressure of it.

Whenever he did that, Sami’s eyes, which had been resisting and shaking, would grow soft and hazy again.

The intense scent of sex stung the tip of his nose, melting Sami’s brain once more and making the inside of his mouth sticky.

“Ha… Marut, you should help your host out a bit more. Hmm?”

Enough so that I don’t have to go out of my way to bewitch him.

While he leisurely poked through to the throat, pushing against the roof of the mouth and pinning the uvula, saliva pooled in the mouth that couldn’t close because it was hosting Razard’s member. As the musky fluids of arousal mixed with his saliva, the inside of his mouth turned thick and viscous, as if he were holding sap or honey.

The wet splashing sounds from earlier actually decreased, but the sight looking down from Razard’s perspective became even more explicit.

“To think you’d be this much in heat during your first oral…”

He shoved his shaft deep into Sami’s mouth to melt away the last of the resistance with his scent, then slowly pulled it out. The thick root, the slick shaft, and the sharply rising glans were drawn out past the lips one by one.

The sticky juices pooled in Sami’s mouth clung to every inch of the member, looking as though it had been painted on. It was a lewd, messy sight.

“Haah… ngh.”

From the perspective of a clumsy beginner like Sami, it felt like a torture he wanted to flee from one moment, only for his brain to stupidly melt into bliss the next when the member was buried deep in his mouth again.

He was so unskilled that every time the member hit the deep part of his palate or his uvula, he would gag so hard his nose would run. The usual round, gentle face was nowhere to be seen; he was flushed scarlet, a mess of tears, snot, and spit. His small Adam’s apple bobbed frantically as he panted.

“Sami, I told you to keep it in your mouth properly. You swallowed again.”

“Hic, ugh.”

“I’ll have to put it back in.”

“…!”

Razard mercilessly shoved his member, now glistening with a coating of various juices, back into Sami’s mouth. It felt as if the narrow mouth were being broken in and widened by the pillar of flesh.

Having been poked and prodded so much, even the inexperienced Sami had learned through his body that when the member came in like this, he had to lift his uvula and widen his throat to receive the cock.

When he took the member so deep that the tip of his nose was pressed against Razard’s soft pubic hair and groin, he breathed heavily through his nose, his whole body trembling. That trembling acted as a thrilling stimulus for Razard.

Despite only having his member in a throat and mouth, it felt as though the boy’s entire body was performing a service just to milk him.

Was this also because of the Marut? Unlike his lower half, which was roughly handling the inexperienced youth, Razard’s face was quite composed and calm. Though the breath he drew deep was soaked in arousal.

Razard looked down at Sami, whose shoulders were heaving, and slowly began to count.

One, two, three…

When he reached a very slow eight, he slowly pushed the head away and pulled his shaft out. Several strands of sticky thread stretched long and horizontally, clinging to Razard’s lower abdomen.

It was a filthy sight, but sex was rarely clean or beautiful anyway. And a animalistic, rubbing mating was exactly Razard’s taste.

He didn’t usually have a taste for defiling small, young things. But the thought that every sticky, heated act happening right now was a first for Sami was quite a turn-on.

“Sob… hic, ugh…”

“Sami, feels good, doesn’t it?”

By all rights, this was a moment where Sami should have screamed or gotten angry.

It was difficult, he couldn’t breathe, and a moment ago he truly thought he might die from his throat being completely blocked off.

Even though it was this disastrous.

“…Heh, uugh.”

His member was so delicious it was a relief.

The tip of the shaft hitting the inside of his cheek, the sensation of the crisp pubic hair tickling the tip of his nose, and the sweltering scent mixed with sweat. It made him so happy it hit the back of his head and made his spine ache.

Why?

Did he like it enough to feel thankful, just as Razard said?

Was it because his body was originally like this?

No. He clearly said it was the power of the Marut. Clearly…

“Do you have time to be thinking of other things?”

As if he didn’t find the way Sami’s eyes darted around instead of answering his question cute, Razard smirked as he looked down at him.

His attitude said he knew exactly what the boy was thinking. Sami felt a pang of guilt at Razard’s sharp question. He wanted to say no, but with his mouth stuffed with cock again, he couldn’t say a word. A small, trembling shake of his head was all Sami could manage.

“…Right, you should focus.”

As if to remind him, he thrust—thud, thud—four or five times, and the filthy, sticky sound echoed from Sami’s mouth again. Razard didn’t even blink, simply looking down with a glistening gaze.

His lean, taut chest rose and fell with arousal, and the golden ornaments draped around his neck swayed dangerously.

His thigh muscles bunched with equine elasticity, and the muscles below his navel twitched with spasms—thump, thump—causing his shaft to nod and strike the roof of Sami’s mouth. At the same time, the hand he held against the back of Sami’s head tightened, veins bulging.

There was no way the inexperienced Sami could know that this was the violent reaction of a male right before ejaculation.