Help! I'm in Another World and the Dragon Man Want Me To Get Pregnant!
Chapter 31: Rescue and Reassurance

Chapter 31: Rescue and Reassurance

"Ah... That feels good," Ignatius murmured, his voice low with pleasure.

Ignatius’s hand cupped Shen Xinghui’s cheek, wiping away the tear tracks that remained.

His fingers lingered with a comforting touch, steadying him.

At the same time, Ignatius began to stroke Shen Xinghui’s own arousal, his movements firm yet considerate.

Shen Xinghui gasped, arching involuntarily as his trembling hands tried to return the favor.

He focused on the sensitive tip, tracing it lightly, and teasing the prominent ridge.

Although Ignatius’s size was almost too much for his hands, Shen Xinghui was determined to please him, even if only a little.

"Ah! Hah... Ahh! Nngh!"

Shen Xinghui’s moans filled the room as his body betrayed him, climbing higher and higher.

He couldn’t control himself—his body trembled violently before finally releasing his heat into Ignatius’s hand.

"Ah... I’m sorry..." Shen Xinghui whispered, his voice filled with guilt.

He had been the only one to find relief.

Ignatius’s arousal still burned with unfulfilled need, yet the desperate heat within Shen Xinghui was beginning to subside, thanks to the antidote and his release.

"Why are you apologizing?" Ignatius asked gently.

He touched Shen Xinghui’s cheek with a soothing hand, the gesture tender and almost parental.

Shen Xinghui leaned into the touch, placing his own hand over Ignatius’s and nuzzling softly.

"Has the pain eased?" Ignatius asked.

"Yes," Shen Xinghui replied softly.

"Then let’s get some rest," Ignatius suggested.

"...What?" Shen Xinghui looked up at him in surprise.

Ignatius couldn’t possibly mean to leave things as they were.

Shen Xinghui’s gaze fell on the hard, throbbing evidence of Ignatius’s need.

It was impossible to ignore and Shen Xinghui felt a pang of guilt.

"Um, Ignatius... You’re still..."

"It’s fine. I’ll take care of it myself," Ignatius said with a faint, bittersweet smile.

The expression tugged at Shen Xinghui’s heart.

He couldn’t accept that Ignatius would bear this alone, not when he had given so much.

Shen Xinghui slid down to kneel at Ignatius’s feet, his resolve firm.

Without overthinking, he pressed his lips to Ignatius’s length in a soft kiss, his tongue tentatively tracing along its surface.

"Xinghui!" Ignatius exclaimed, at the same time moving his body to stop him.

But Shen Xinghui wasn’t about to back down.

"I want to make you feel good too," he said firmly.

Shen Xinghui began to stroke Ignatius’s shaft while his lips wrapped around the tip as he sucked clumsily.

The sheer size of it made it impossible for him to take in fully, and as he tried, it pressed against the back of his throat, causing tears to spring to his eyes.

"Ugh... Cough!" Shen Xinghui pulled back, choking slightly.

"There’s no need to push yourself," Ignatius said, concern evident in his tone.

"I want to do this!" Shen Xinghui insisted. "I want to make you feel good."

His determination unwavering, Shen Xinghui tried again.

This time, Ignatius’s large hand joined in, guiding his movements and stroking his own length.

"Just use your lips," Ignatius murmured as his turned voice husky.

The beads of sweat glistened on Ignatius’s sculpted face, his features flushed with desire.

Shen Xinghui looked up, mesmerized.

Ignatius was breathtaking—his expression, glistening skin, and deep, dark eyes radiated an intoxicating allure.

Shen Xinghui swallowed his saliva hard.

How could someone be so handsome and yet so beautiful?

Shen Xinghui followed Ignatius’s guidance, bringing his lips to the tip of Ignatius’s arousal.

He kissed it lightly and licked with his tongue, tasting the fluid that began to trickle out—a peculiar mix of bitterness and saltiness.

It wasn’t pleasant, yet Shen Xinghui was captivated, taking the tip into his mouth and lavishing it with his tongue.

"Ah... ha..." Ignatius exhaled heavily, his eyes narrowing with pleasure.

He stroked Shen Xinghui’s head in a gentle, encouraging manner.

Spurred on by the gesture, Shen Xinghui continued, ignoring the slight ache in his jaw and the faint sting where his lips had cracked.

He slid his mouth further along, his lips brushing over the ridged veins that had become more pronounced.

"Xinghui, I’m about to come out. Hurry up and move away," Ignatius warned while holding his breath.

But Shen Xinghui ignored the plea, he took Ignatius’s entire length even deeper and pressed the tip against the back of his throat.

The guttural, sensual sound Ignatius made was his only warning before he reached his peak.

A hot and thick surge of fluid flooded Shen Xinghui’s throat.

For a moment, he gagged, his body reacting instinctively, but he didn’t feel disgusted—just overwhelmed.

Still, he swallowed all of them.

To Shen Xinghui’s own surprise, there was little resistance in doing so.

"You didn’t need to swallow them," Ignatius said, his expression soft with concern, his lips curving into a small smile.

"I wanted to," Shen Xinghui replied with a smile of his own.

He meant it.

There was no revulsion in his heart—nothing but warmth where Ignatius’s touch lingered.

That comfort and reassurance filled him completely.

"Are you feeling sleepy?" Ignatius asked softly.

Shen Xinghui’s eyes were already half-closed, drowsy from the emotional and physical release.

Ignatius ran his fingers gently through Shen Xinghui’s hair, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead.

It was soothing.

The warmth of Ignatius’s arms wrapped around him brought a sense of security that Shen Xinghui hadn’t felt in a long time.

With that, he drifted into a peaceful sleep.

...

"Welcome to the capital!"

The loud announcement echoed as Shen Xinghui passed through the towering gate of the city.

He couldn’t contain his excitement, marveling at the sheer number of people, the vibrant shops, and the meticulously organized streets.

The capital was breathtaking.

Beside him, Ignatius chuckled, his gaze fond, like someone watching a small child’s wonder.

"First, let’s return Clarion to the stables," Ignatius said.

"Yes," Shen Xinghui replied cheerfully.

They led Clarion through the bustling streets toward a stable near the gate.

The parting came quickly, as the stable was close.

"Thank you, Clarion. Take care," Shen Xinghui said, stroking Clarion’s face and resting his cheek against the horse’s.