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 As Ayra gritted his teeth and endured the sensation, burying his head in the blanket, his body flinched. A chilling shiver ran through his spine as if a single drop of icy water had splattered on him. When Janus curled his finger, as if to check for something, Ayra’s body lurched. 

     “…Nngh!”

     Just as a leg might bounce up when hit on the knee by a hammer, a groan sprang forth reflexively whenever Janus pressed that certain area with his finger. He knew very well, clinically, what that was and where that was anatomically located. However, knowledge and first-hand experience were different.

     Ayra tried hard to suppress his groans; his white cheeks flushed red. However, as Janus slipped his fingers in and out, his body involuntarily twisted.

     He eventually let out his muffled groans into the blanket. His heels, placed between Janus’s legs, rose slightly before settling back down.

     Ayra liked this strange pleasure; it was already much sweeter than last time. Excitement rang in his ears.

     “Do you like it? Are you enjoying it?”

     Ayra made a sound–was it a groan or coherent words? He had no idea–in answer; the pleasure settled around him like a haze. Even the foreign sensation in his ass became a hair-raising pleasure.

     Now that Ayra seemed to have adjusted, Janus stretched his fingers. Three fingers dug into the creases, gliding between the young mage’s buttocks.

     Janus patiently inserted and withdrew his fingers, allowing his partner’s tensed buttocks to relax and for the sounds of discomfort to fade from his lips. Then, when four fingers were finally inserted and painful groans disappeared, the mercenary slowly withdrew his exploring fingers.

     Just when Ayra, who was finally relaxed and enjoying the fingering, breathed slowly… a large, blunt thing smacked his rear. He suddenly jumped back to his senses.

     The mage looked back, but all he could see were the mess of clothes under the bed. Even if he squirmed his body, the pressure weighing down on him only grew stronger. “W-wait just a moment…!”

     “No, I can’t wait a moment. I can’t endure any longer.” At some point, Janus’s voice, boiling with excitement, became rough and raw. The sheer volume of his member brushing past Ayra’s butt was frighteningly large and heavy. One firm press–as if Janus was about to delve into his hole at any moment. The mercenary traced his fingers along the creases, sending shivers down Ayra’s spine. Goosebumps raised on the mage’s skin in anticipation.

     “Ayra…” As if trying to ease the tension, Janus’s fingers gently brushed his partner’s earlobe, sliding down to Ayra’s nape. His fingers slid down further until he grabbed the mage’s hips tightly; he leaned close and placed his lips close to Ayra’s ears. The mage was trembling with tension.

     With one hand gripping both of the mage’s wrists, Janus whispered, “I’m going to warn you in advance–it’ll hurt quite a bit.”

     Before Ayra could answer, Janus gripped the mage’s waist tightly–almost painfully.

     An audible pop could be heard.

     His ass muscles, which had barely adapted to four fingers, stretched so tightly that they had become stiff from the sudden intrusion. He opened his mouth to scream, but a faint, desperate breath came out instead. After tapping Ayra’s butt a couple of times–as if he were trying to soothe someone taking a shot–Janus pushed himself in completely.

     “……!” Suddenly, a cold sweat broke out on his forehead and back. Ayra, determined to endure the agonizing penetration, lifted his heels as high as possible before trembling and lowering them back onto the ground. Saliva dripped from his parted and swollen lips, dampening the sheets.

     “A-Ahhgh! Hnngh, hurt—Hnngh…!” As soon as Ayra managed to cry out, saying that it hurt, the gargantuan penis began to sink deeper. Ayra groaned and coughed; his body heaved with his breaths. Was it okay to put something like this in his body? Won’t something break?

     “Huuu, ngh… Haha. It’s really tight.” Smiling, Janus placed his lips on the nape of Ayra’s next. It was clear, from his broken breaths, that he was in a good mood. A thick finger groped the hole that has now spread so wide that almost no wrinkles remained. Thanks to the careful fingering and lubrication, though, his hole seemed moist and hadn’t ripped.

     Janus felt a fluttering underneath his fingertips–muscles trying to adapt to his size. It felt good–tight to the point where it almost hurt; he wondered if his penis might break off. Janus pressed his fingers firmly against the junction, as if he were giving a relaxing massage.

     Ayra rolled his feet and desperately tilted his head in response, “Ah, haah… Nngh, Do.. Don’t… It won’t fit any more…”

     “Still, at least half needs to be put in.”

     Ayra was appalled at that remark–less than half of this man’s penis was inside him? The nearly unbelievable words made his vision go dark. The mercenary had assured him that it would be much better than last time, but now he could only sob.

     Meanwhile, the massive cock slowly spread apart his insides as it penetrated deeper. After what seemed like an eternity, the mercenary finally stopped entering–not because it was fully inside, but because his penis was caught at a thick part of the shaft. His legs trembled. “Because it’s your first time… Haah… I won’t put it all in.”

     As he spoke, Janus slowly pulled out his dick, imitating drawing a sword out of its sheathe. When only the tip was inside, he rubbed Ayra’s lower abdomen with his hand. Just as Ayra was distracted by that sensation–and the feeling of his insides being pulled out from his stomach–Janus thrust his cock back in, still caressing the mage as if he were consoling a hurt child.

     With half of his thick shaft firmly embedded in the mage, Janus explored and groped his partner’s lower abdomen. The mercenary’s hot fingers pressed the area around the navel first and then crept up as if he were measuring something….before stopping at a certain point.

     Understanding the significance of that movement, Ayraclenched his teeth and suppressed his breath. Memories of their previous encounter in the igloo resurfaced, “Nngh, Take…  it out. Now, fast… A-Ahh!”

     Screams escaped the mage’s mouth; he was unable to form coherent words.

     Now that he had finished estimating the correct length, Janus quickly withdrew his penis. It felt as though Ayra’s guts were being pulled out entirely. And then, when Janus thrusted back in again, a tremendous pressure built up, stealing the mage’s breaths. Despite Ayra’s minor discomfort, the well-lubed cock glided in and out of his asshole smoothly.

     After several back-and-forths, clearing a path through the narrow walls of Ayra’s ass, Janus pulled out his cock once more. Seeing Ayra’s trembling buttocks with only the head of his penis inserted, Janus was extremely satisfied, and the corners of his mouth curled

     Only then did he release his tight grip on Ayra’s wrists. A vivid, red handprint remained on the mage’s pale skin.

     Now that his hands were free, Ayra slowly lowered them and fumbled around to grab the hem of the blanket. When he raised his foot to get away from the mercenary, a large hand gripped Ayra’s waist and raised it.

     “Ah…Ahh!”

     Ayra’s feet naturally tiptoed when his butt rose high in the air–penis still inserted. His well-maintained leather boots flailed, hitting the air a few times before finally touching the ground. The mage shrank back, trying to anticipate pain, but, fortunately, nothing was inserted too deep. The mercenary’s cock slid in slowly, barely reaching a couple of finger joints’ length, paused, before slowly withdrawing again.

     The insertion was shallow, but, as the strength drained from his body, a tingling feeling, as if melted sugar had been poured into his veins, appeared all throughout. Ayra gasped and gripped the blanket with all his might.

     The head of the penis, which felt as big as a small fist, retreated until it almost fell out, but, just at that moment, it thrust deeper.  At first, Ayra thought it placed pressure on his bladder, a new sensation due to the angle, but that wasn’t it. After repeating this motion a few times, the blunt glans pressed against a specific spot in Ayra’s body and stopped.

     The stillness stimulated him; his legs shook. The arch in his feet, created by tiptoe-ing, collapsed. However, Janus’s hands were still holding his waist tightly, so his toes were dangling in the air. Just like that, a strange sensation, starting from the tips of his toes, started to build up. “Ah–Ahnn, Ngh, Ja-Janus…”

     Unable to bear it any longer, Ayra called out Janus’s name; instead of responding, though, the mercenary withdrew his cock and thrust it back at the same spot. Pleasure flowed–like sweet water–from Ayra’s navel to his perineum. His own penis, which had withered since Janus’s cock had entered him, hardened again.

     Janus continued to rub the head against Ayra’s swollen gland; the mercenary sucked Ayra’s soft, pliable earlobe. It felt as if blood was rushing to those areas. The slurping sound made Ayra tremble and shiver; he instinctively fell back until his knees touched the bed, succumbing to the pleasure that washed over him from both the top and bottom.

     “How is it? …Hngh, It’s good, isn’t it?” Janus whispered.

     It was clearly daytime, but stars shot across Ayra’s eyes. It felt as if his waist was gradually melting away. The cock subtly penetrated deeper and deeper, but the pressure and pain caused by the massive penis were not as intense as before. It felt as if the thick length had entered his stomach.

     When asked once more if it felt good, Ayra shook his head without answering. But then, he suddenly screamed–Janus had thrust hard at the spot he had been gently massaging before. The pressure the head of the penis made as it rubbed against the spot felt great–hot enough for his waist to melt–but that forceful impact shattered all reason.

     “G-Good! Ah–Janus, so good! Ah…. Ahn… Aahh!” Before he knew it, Ayra’s sanity had melted away and continuous sounds of pleasure poured from his mouth. Each time his most vulnerable and delicate depths were struck by the lascivious weapon, a flash ran through his peripheral nerves. Obscene sounds, like a rhythmically pounding drum, echoed in the room; squelching with the excessive amount of lube that was poured into his asshole.

     For a while, Ayra had a fleeting concern about the room’s soundproofing, but even that worry quickly evaporated and disappeared. The hot tongue that traveled between his ears and earlobes eagerly licked a stripe down the mage’s sweaty nape. Janus savored the saltiness. Ayra laid face down on the bed, simply accepting Janus’s heat–the mage’s entire being melting into the mercenary.

TL: Guys… I just can’t translate these chaps in a coffee shop, haha. I’m too embarrassed to do so >.<