Vicious Darling

【11】

“Yuri…”

Despite the sorrowful call, Yuri’s expression remained unmoved.

He looked down at Chris with an unyielding gaze.

If it could be called a spectacle, it certainly was.

A man who seemed destined to be the leader of any group lay at his feet, flushed red, whimpering like a lustful dog.

In his blue eyes, there was neither resignation nor anger. Only a vivid submission that overwhelmed even the pleasure was etched there.

It had taken Yuri a long time to train the beast, which had once been wild and unrecognizable, to walk, speak, and dress like a human.

But Chris, though dull, never forgot what he had learned.

He knew who his master was.

“Speak.”

Yuri asked, teasing the sharply protruding tip of his chest.

“What do you want so badly that you’re crying like a child?”

It was evident that Yuri’s eyes, still sharp in their suit, had turned slightly red.

Chris, who was always on high alert to his master’s every move, finally felt a sense of relief.

Yuri’s face, slightly twisted with patience, was joyful.

It may not be love, but there was certainly desire, wasn’t there?

‘In the past… I never cared about such things.’

The only thing he could think of now was one thing.

At least it was fortunate that Yuri was gaining something from this relationship.

Chris blinked slowly and parted his lips.

“Please… fill me.”

It was far too dry to be a lover’s plea.

After all, Chris was Yuri’s dog, not his lover.

Chris blinked again. If he didn’t, the emotions that had pooled inside him would spill over.

“Ha…”

With his front blocked, he couldn’t even moan, yet Chris’s expression as he squeezed his dick was absurdly composed.

It was firm. No matter how much it was pressed or crushed, it would never deform.

“Alright. If that’s what you want.”

With Yuri’s permission, Chris moved his hand first and pulled at his buckle.

If he used his powers, he could have done it without lifting a finger, but it felt wasteful to squander the moment he could touch Yuri after receiving his consent.

Yuri, surrendering his body to the desperate touch, watched intently as Chris worked.

He could have used telekinesis, yet he clumsily moved his hands each time.

It wasn’t that he was unskilled; it was that he was that tense.

Chris was so obvious.

“Ha…”

As Chris pulled out his erect dick through the parted zipper, he exhaled deeply.

As his warm breath brushed against him, Yuri’s hand slid through Chris’s blonde hair. He gently tugged at Chris’s head with just enough force to make it slightly tingle.

Yuri’s glans was almost touching Chris’s beautifully shaped lips.

Chris cautiously extended his tongue and brought it to the tip. The smell was raw and rough, a scent that disoriented his senses. It was reminiscent of the odor from a beast’s hide.

Every time Chris caught a whiff of this unrefined scent from Yuri, he was taken aback. He had always imagined him to have a slightly dull cherry fragrance or the musky scent of cologne lingering after a shower.

‘But I like it.’

With his mouth open, Chris slowly devoured the dick before him.

Having only known how to swallow deeply, Chris now understood how to satisfy Yuri.

He rubbed the tip with his tongue and soon drew the solid shaft deeper until his cheeks hollowed out.

It would be nice if he could swallow it all.

Chris’s golden hair, placed between his legs, moved like a ball of yarn a cat was playing with.

Yuri looked down at him and, with a satisfied expression, slowly stroked his blonde hair.

Neither too much nor too little, just enough to make him crave more, Chris was in a frenzy.

He had to please Yuri, yet it was he who felt truly happy.

“Don’t be hasty…”

At Yuri’s slowly flowing voice, Chris took a deep breath.

‘But how?’

It was like serving a well-prepared feast to someone who had been starving for ten days and telling them to start with the stew.

“Mm…”

A low moan escaped from Yuri’s lips. Chris stiffened his shoulders.

Just the thought of the hunger that had rushed in made him almost grit his teeth.

Hearing the words “dog” didn’t mean he had truly become one, yet sometimes instinct overtook Chris.

But this was excessively sweet and pleasurable. He wanted to melt it on his tongue for a lifetime.

As he licked the dick, Chris began to caress again.

Deeply, further inside.

Yuri’s dick seemed to fill Chris’s mouth completely, with still an inch left. Chris opened his mouth as wide as he could. Then he carefully moved his head to avoid the glans hitting his uvula.

Opening his throat was difficult no matter how many times he tried. However, Chris did not hesitate.

“Ck… Hmph. Cough.”

Every time the dick hit the softest part of him, he felt a wave of nausea rise reflexively. Yet compared to the pleasure Chris felt, enduring it was easy.

With every movement, a burning heat spread through his lower abdomen, as if it were being seared.

During the time he had lost his memory, he had thought he was somewhat indifferent to sexual matters, but now, Chris was endlessly craving Yuri.

As the tightening grew deeper, Yuri’s lips slightly relaxed.

In Chris’s eyes, which could not see Yuri’s violet ones, a black desire flickered.

“Haah…”

A languid moan tickled Chris’s ear.

He couldn’t smile because his mouth was wide open, but he was incredibly happy.

When Yuri tapped his head with his fingers, Chris swallowed his disappointment and pulled his head back.

His blue eyes, half-dazed, looked up at Yuri.

A stream of pre-cum flowed down the lips of the man whose face was in a daze.

It was an utterly vulgar sight.

“Turn around, get on your stomach.”

Without hesitation, Chris lay down on the floor and raised his buttocks.

Seeing Chris choose the floor instead of the bed, a harshness flickered in Yuri’s eyes.

He was trying to receive both reward and punishment in the same way.

This was not stubbornness; it was foolishness.

Chris placed his dick against the opening he had spread himself and slid it in. He shuddered at the sticky sensation he felt when his wet dick touched his perineum.

Knowing that he was burning with impatience, Yuri slowly brought the tip to Chris’s entrance.

“Relax.”

But before Chris could fully loosen his body, the tip pushed inside him.

“Ck…”

Though he had a lot of desire, the inexperienced hole was far too tight. Yuri burrowed in without giving him any leeway.

“You’re swallowing well.”

Even with the weight pressing down from above, Chris accepted the man without wavering. The only thing he did was support himself on the floor with the hand that was holding his opening open.

It was hot.

And heavy.

The man, who surely knew the burden Chris felt, slid his fingers down the sweaty spine.

Chris’s firm body twitched at the sensitive contact, as if it were a playful touch.

“Ugh. Ck… Hah…”

Yuri moved his waist, easily warming up Chris’s stiff body.

With every thrust, Chris’s vision blurred.

Even while accepting the man on all fours like a dog, Chris felt a more intense pleasure than shame. He had to keep his mouth shut to prevent the moans from spilling out. Otherwise, the drool would flow uncontrollably.

Yet every time Yuri moved his waist, he kept forgetting that fact. Whenever he mixed his body with Yuri’s, he always found himself in a corner.

Yuri pushed Chris as if he were engraving his dick into the walls. The pleasure bestowed by his master stirred, scratched, and burned inside him.

The persistent stimulation of his sensitive spots drove Chris mad.

As his mind turned to mush and mixed together, he even felt a blissful illusion.

That this was not merely a sexual act for mutual pleasure, that kind of illusion.

The pleasure that surged as steeply as a delusion turned his vision white.

“Ah…! Hah!”

The sharper the cry that flowed out, the more it was a result of having held back for so long. His sturdy legs wobbled.

With his release blocked, he was only driven by the pleasure given from behind.

As the tightness of his entrance trembled, Yuri moved his hand to lift Chris’s buttocks, which had sagged down.

“When you can eat, you should eat greedily.”

The roughness of the hand kneading his backside was quite coarse.

“Or are you already tired?”

His heated eyes looked up at Yuri.

“…I’m fine…”

His throat, tightened from holding back moans, slowly spat out a response.

Even while letting out a weary sigh, Chris readied himself again.

In some ways, the oppressive pleasure resembled pain. Yet he did not want this moment to end.

Because it was an opportunity to be skin to skin with Yuri.

***

“Stubborn, aren’t you?”

Yuri clicked his tongue as he looked down at Chris, who had his eyes closed.

The blonde man who had accepted him all night was sleeping with a slightly pale face.

Yuri nervously brushed his hair back.

Even while being penetrated on the floor, Chris never once let out a cry. Yuri pushed him even more roughly. Yet Chris held his mouth shut and endured. He didn’t even ask for the plug that blocked his dick to be removed.

Yuri looked down at his foolish dog.

The beast, marked by him, was peacefully asleep with its eyes closed.

If he was that foolish, he felt no sympathy.

He could only think of how he had ended up with such a wretched human.

They were both unhappy with each other.

‘It would have been best if we had never met in the first place.’

Thinking absently, Yuri bent down.

Chris’s limp body was heavy, but he could lift it without much difficulty.

Suddenly, Yuri recalled the moment long ago when he had first supported this body.

It was a winter night when the snow was falling.