Hero’s Child C46(18+)

Chapter 46(18+)

It felt as though he were being devoured whole by some colossal, unimaginable beast. His entire body was being sucked dry, his lower half rubbed raw, and all he could do was flail his hands helplessly in an attempt to push him away. When the fingers that had been toying with the tip suddenly swept down the length of him, as though to strip the skin clean off, Uichan’s eyes squeezed shut.

“Ah… too… too hard…”

“You’re so sensitive, Uichan. If this is too hard, how much gentler should I be?”

His hand brushed past Uichan’s armpit and closed over his chest, flicking the hardened nipple once, twice, before pinching it tightly between his fingers. A pearly droplet gathered at the tip of Uichan’s arousal.

“But you like it here, don’t you?”

When La Epee gestured downward with his eyes, Uichan’s trembling legs were exposed—reddened, streaked with handprints. Tightening his grip around Uichan’s hardened length, he pumped him until the moans spilled freely from his lips.

Uichan couldn’t understand why—why he only touched him. He opened his mouth to say something, but La Epee’s voice brushed against his ear like silk.

“Uichan, if I suck here… you wouldn’t like that, would you?”

“I-I don’t…”

He didn’t know what that meant, but instinctively, he shook his head.

“Then what about here?”

Fingers slid lower, pressing firmly beneath his rear. They brushed the tightly sealed entrance, pushing gently but meeting resistance. Tension made Uichan clamp shut all the tighter, his head shaking in panic.

“Well… fine. I told you, I’m not doing anything you don’t want tonight.”

There it was again—that tone. Someone else’s voice echoed faintly through his, soft and patient in a way La Epee never was. La Epee’s speech was usually sharp, domineering. Yet now… he sounded tender, gentle. The change left Uichan dazed and disoriented, but he couldn’t even find the words to ask why.

“In that case,” La Epee murmured, “you’ll have to use your mouth instead.”

A hard thumb brushed against Uichan’s lips. When they parted, it slipped inside, pressing wetly against his tongue.

“Suck. That’s it… good.”

The finger pushed past his tongue, grazed his gums, even prodded the back of his throat before it withdrew. But Uichan already knew what was coming next. His whole body tensed in dread and anticipation.

The hand slid between his parted legs, over the perineum, and pressed lightly against the tight, unyielding entrance.

Then a finger pushed, slowly but firmly.

“Ha—!”

La Epee’s breath came out hot as he worked the stubborn opening. Throwing off his shirt, he pulled closer, lifting Uichan’s hips higher by the back of his knees.

“Relax, Uichan.”

“A-ahh—huh!”

But relaxing was impossible. The invading finger pressed deeper and deeper, forcing a path inside. When pain twisted Uichan’s face and his hands clutched the sheets, La Epee bent low, kissing his ear and neck soothingly while stroking him to distract from the pain.

The mix of pleasure and agony left Uichan trembling. When the tip of a finger grazed his urethra, his back arched violently, and his hips jolted.

“Wait—ah, stop—!”

The veins on La Epee’s forearm bulged as his movements quickened. He stroked Uichan with inhuman speed, leaving him gasping, his face buried in the sheets, sobs spilling out uncontrollably. His vision flickered between black and white—his lungs burning, drowning in sensation.

He reached out blindly to push him away, drooling from the corner of his mouth, and tried to turn over. But before he could crawl even an inch, La Epee caught him by the hips and dragged him back—straight against the thick bulge under his clothes.

The heavy shape rubbed between his thighs, pressing against his aching entrance.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Don’t—ah—please—stop—”

He shook his head, kicked his legs, even tugged at the sheets, but it was futile. Panting, Uichan writhed like a man drowning, his muscles convulsing until at last his back arched and he came undone, trembling uncontrollably against the bed.

La Epee caught the pulsing tip in his hand, squeezing tight until the spasms forced out thick spurts of release. When it was over, Uichan went limp, drained of strength. A lazy hand traced down the curve of his spine.

But it wasn’t over. No—perhaps it was only beginning.

La Epee’s hand spread Uichan’s soft, flushed cheeks apart, smearing the spent fluid over the entrance before pressing inward again. Still trembling from his climax, Uichan’s thighs quivered violently.

“Ugh—!”

The thick thumb slipped past the tight ring, sinking deep. At first it merely teased the edge, rubbing in circles, but soon it began to push further, widening the inner walls with insistent force. One finger became two, then three, until his palm twisted, spreading the slick fluid generously inside.

“Hh… ah…”

At first it hurt—sharp, unbearable—but gradually it burned in a different way, a feverish itch that made him tremble. Uichan bit his lip hard, suppressing his voice, until a finger prodded somewhere deep inside that made his shoulders jolt. His mind went white-hot; he could hardly think.

Finally, unable to endure any longer, he pressed his forehead to the sheets and pleaded, voice shaking—because the only one allowed to beg here was him.

“Just… please… faster…”

“We’ve only gotten to three, and you want me to rush? You’ll hurt yourself.”

Even La Epee’s voice trembled slightly, his breath coming rough. Flipping his hand over, he drove his fingers deep, palm up, hitting the tender spot that made Uichan’s eyes squeeze shut as he bit down hard.

The stretched, reddened entrance clung to his fingers, glistening with moisture. Each time the knuckles pressed inside, Uichan shuddered helplessly, on the verge of crying out—wanting him to stop, to continue, to finally put it in.

When the sharp sound of a zipper broke through the air, Uichan’s breath caught. He curled his hands into fists, bracing himself. Though it hadn’t even begun, sweat drenched his hairline.

He soon found himself facing La Epee again.

“You’re trembling already, and we haven’t even started. What will you do later?”

“Hah… ngh…”

La Epee’s mouth traced every inch of his face—his damp cheek, his forehead, even the hollow beneath his ear. Uichan flinched, his gaze flickering in sudden alarm. His body went rigid.

Down below—

“This…”

Down below, something massive pressed insistently at his entrance, parting his flesh and stretching it taut. His gaze drifted downward, and his heart plummeted.

“N-no… it won’t… fit…”

“…After taking three fingers at once?”

“Ahh—huh, ah—”

“How could it not?”

The entrance opened slowly, the thick head pushing inside by degrees. The sensation was foreign, overwhelming. La Epee gripped the base and pressed harder, forcing it past the resisting ring. It felt impossible that something so large could fit—but with steady pressure, it invaded, inch by inch. His large hands gripped Uichan’s trembling thighs, soothing them as he pushed deeper.

A harsh, wet sound followed as the swollen tip slid past the tight inner heat. Uichan’s shoulders snapped inward, his throat exposed as his head fell back.

“Hhk—ah… hh!”

Why… why was it different this time? It was harder—sharper—pain blooming low and deep. His body refused to open the way it had before, muscles clenching tight around the intrusion. Back then, he hadn’t even seen it—hadn’t realized how thick, how enormous it truly was.

Every breath, every touch, every thrust inside him was too vivid now—too real.

“Hhh—ah!”

“Uichan.”

A hand reached into his clenched fist and held it tight. His hips ached, still widening as the length kept pressing in. How far… how much more could fit? Panting, Uichan glanced down, only for hot breath to brush his nose.

Then came that soft, low voice.

“Look at me, Uichan.”

“Don’t pull out… just—faster…”

“Look. At me.”

The movement stopped. The thick head slid back slightly, resting just at the entrance again. Uichan gasped, desperate, lifting his head with a strangled sound. He just wanted it in—wanted him to move. The pressure alone was maddening; hesitation was torture.

He wanted it like before—to lose himself completely, to be filled until thought vanished and time dissolved into nothing.

La Epee’s hand caught his chin, tilting his face upward. Through his fevered vision, he saw the man’s face—calm, intent. The thick head teased at his opening, rubbing circles that made his hips twitch uncontrollably.

“Uichan… why are you in such a hurry? Do you want me to start?”

“P-please… yes…”

Eyes glazed and tear-bright, Uichan nodded frantically. His lashes trembled as though on the verge of bleeding. With a wet sound, the shaft slid back in, slow, deliberate. The head pressed firmly against the tightly drawn walls—

“…Uichan, wake up.”

The gentle voice jarred his fading consciousness.

“Even if you shared your first time… you should at least know who you’re with now.”

Who he was with? Of course—Uichan was with La Epee—

“….”

Then why—why did he see something in the man’s eyes that shouldn’t have been there? His blurred vision cleared slowly, sharpened. The other waited silently for him to recognize.

And when Uichan finally saw it—the mark, a small dark dot gleaming within those pale grey eyes—he shoved him away with a gasp. It wasn’t far, barely an arm’s length, but it was enough.

He could see it clearly now—
the thing that should never have been in La Epee’s eyes.