The One and Only Sami Chapter 20

“Ngh…”

The member, still glistening from being wetly sucked, slipped into the crevice of flesh between his thighs. Despite the legs being quite slender, the flesh was soft and yielding like rising dough, making the sensation of prying them open with his cock a pleasure in itself.

“Haah…”

“…Ugh, Ra… zard.”

Sami’s knees, round and unripened without a single blemish, twitched. His joined legs, tracing a lithe curve from the calves, stretched out as smooth and elegant as those of a deer.

Looking at those youthful legs, simply keeping the knees together no longer felt like enough. Razard reached back and snatched Sami’s ankles. He crossed them over one another, pulling them in even deeper.

“Mm, Sami. Still hate it?”

Razard’s member, which Sami had already spent so much effort soaking all the way down to his throat, needed no further lubrication. Razard leisurely rubbed his rock-hard erection against the thighs where sweat had begun to pool. As he applied pressure and thrust it in deep, a dull, heavy satisfaction gathered like a weight at the base of his spine.

“Ngh, mm…”

“Haah… hhu. You can keep saying you hate it if you want.”

I find that quite a turn-on, too.

The sound of Razard’s lower abdomen colliding with the back of Sami’s thighs echoed—an explicit, wet noise that was indistinguishable from actual intercourse. It sounded like someone chewing on bread soaked in saliva, or like bare feet treading on a water-slicked stone floor. That lewd, squelching friction of sex began to stain Sami’s thighs.

“Mmh, hic… Ha-ugh!”

Razard wasn’t just rubbing against the space between the legs. Sami’s own member, stiffened beneath, was being grazed and rubbed along with it. Sami’s soft, tender flesh, having never known such stimulation, could only respond by becoming fully erect as Razard’s thick shaft worked against it.

It was as if one member were ravaging the other. Sami’s member—smooth, unused, and pale—was being crushed and smeared by Razard’s, which was curved, strong, and bulging with veins. The sight of it drove Sami into a submissive, feminine state more thoroughly than if a hole were being poked.

“H-ugh, ah? Hic, h-ngh, Ra, Razard-ugh, h-hate… no…”

Every time his own member was struck and stimulated by that long, solid shaft, sparks of sharp, jagged light flickered before Sami’s eyes.

“I hate it, no, no… please…! H-ngh, sob…!”

“Ha, hhu… Sami, haah, you just won’t listen to a word I say… will you? Just… lying, over and over.”

Razard let out a laugh as he continued to rub his shaft hard against the joined thighs and the twitching cock until it made a messy, squelching sound. Through his fallen sand-colored hair, a glimpse of his glistening eyes and a smirk could be seen. He looked less like he was touching him and more like a predator about to tear his throat out.

It was terrifying. He felt that if that face came any closer, he would surely be bitten.

Sami trembled and tried to curl into a ball, but Razard pushed Sami’s shrinking shoulders back down against the floor. His hand then moved to press firmly against the boy’s stomach.

“…H-ah, ugh!”

“Your stomach… it’s twitching just like this, isn’t it…?”

When his hand touched the belly, Sami’s waist arched off the bed. A sticky heat rose from somewhere deep inside his body—a place he couldn’t even name. Tears streamed from his bloodshot eyes.

He clearly wanted something, but he couldn’t tell what it was.

Sucking on it wasn’t enough.

Rubbing their members together messily wasn’t enough either.

He wanted something more.

I want to be bitten. I want to be completely crushed. I’ll become yours. I want to take it all and hold it tight inside me. I’ll open up more. I’ll get softer. I’ll become the perfect body.

What? Why?

The questions evaporated, vanishing into the stimulation as the man rubbed and tapped against his member once more.

Like heated wax, like freshly squeezed honey.

He felt a ruinous, almost self-destructive urge to have his mind completely rewritten and overhauled. Faced with an incomprehensible hunger, Sami felt nothing but pure terror.

Into my stomach… what? I want it. I want it.

Even though he didn’t even know what it was he wanted to hold.

“Ugh, h-ngh, ugh? Ah… n-no…”

It was scary.

Dripping tears, Sami clung to Razard. Razard was the one tormenting him, yet he was also the only being Sami could hold onto.

Sami reached out clumsily and gripped the man’s shoulders. Feeling the sting of fingernails scratching his skin, Razard rolled a curse word around his mouth behind a curled lip.

“Haa, sob… Ra, za… ugh, h-ngh…!”

As their flesh rubbed together, the hand gripping his shoulder lost its purchase and slipped. Even the crescent moon scratches left on those sturdy shoulders were so faint and tender they didn’t even swell red. That only made Razard more impatient.

Though flushed with fever, the breath he exhaled was straight and sharp as a blade. Razard’s bangs swayed like feathers in that breath. Before the hair could even settle, his large hand folded Sami’s knees back even deeper. Then, he moved his hips even more roughly.

“No…, h-hate, h-heugh, st-stop…!”

Finally, a pale seed spilled from Sami’s member, which had been rubbed raw by the solid pillar of flesh from glans to root. The whitish juice, spilled in two or three bursts, stained his lower belly and pooled in his navel.

Naturally, it soaked the two members that were still pressed together. The intimate flesh, drenched in the warm fluid, took on a lewd, glossy sheen.

“H-augh, hhh… haaa…”

While Sami, his strength completely gone, could do nothing but pant, Razard kept his member shoved hard between the boy’s legs and leisurely leaned over. A dangerous shadow, like a predator that had secured its prey, fell over Sami’s body.

“I did say you could scream that you hate it, but…”

The tip of Razard’s member, peeking out from between the thighs, pressed right against Sami’s navel, where the semen had pooled. They were so close their breaths tickled each other’s cheeks.

Razard looked down at Sami’s face—his eyes completely out of focus—and laughed as if he couldn’t believe it.

“How can you say ‘no’ when you’re coming from the pleasure? You’re going to make that a habit.”

Only then did he release the grip he had on Sami’s knees. Between the two thighs that fell open limply, the mixture of semen and pre-cum, made viscous from the long friction, stretched into sticky threads.

Razard stared silently at the threads of seed tangled against those warm, soft thighs and furrowed one brow.

‘Should I just eat him up?’

He had planned to go easy on him since it was his first time, but the question of whether he really needed to hold back was starting to rear its head.

A vessel for a Djinn-inhabited jewel, a being capable of tracking the traces of the ‘Marut.’

He was a precious talent, certainly, but that and sex were two very different things. Especially now, with Sami’s brain melted and him in a dazed state, it seemed like he’d spread his legs if coaxed just a little.

‘I didn’t intend to go this far.’

Razard usually preferred someone experienced and alluring. He was never wanting for lovers, so when he shared a bed, he usually picked someone who carried that kind of atmosphere.

He hadn’t known he had a taste for stripping and devouring a green, bumbling novice who didn’t even know how to relax his body. He tilted his head to the side, sinking into contemplation, but the internal debate didn’t last long.

“I thought I was performing a service for someone possessed by a Marut… but maybe I should change my mind.”

Razard was no fool. If anything, his nature was closer to cunning. The idea of folding his own desires to be considerate of someone else didn’t suit him at all.

Since he had decided, all that was left was to move. Razard used his thumb to fiddle with the ring on his right ring finger. Though it was slick and shiny with body fluids, the gem set in the ring still held a wicked light.

The finger wearing the ring touched Sami’s forehead in a caress. Since his cute, curly black hair was sticking to his sweaty brow, the gesture of brushing it aside came off as surprisingly tender.

“Sami.”

Razard covered Sami’s eyes. Against his smooth, caramel-toned skin, the emerald-green stone stood out vividly. The jewel emitted a cold, milky glow every time it caught the light.

The owner of the ring paused for a moment. He was giving the panting Sami time for his breath to settle. That way, the boy would be able to focus entirely on his words.

“Razard…?”

“Leave everything to me.”

“…Leave, it? What…”

“What’s about to happen.”

Whoosh. One by one, the lamps that had lit the room in amber began to go out. As if the Djinn of the night had secretly lowered a veil, a dark energy seeped in, intimate and low.