Help! I'm in Another World and the Dragon Man Want Me To Get Pregnant!
Chapter 71: Unspoken Desires

Chapter 71: Unspoken Desires

Unable to hold back, he slid his tongue deeper, teasing every sensitive spot as he intertwined with him.

A soft, wet sound filled the space between them, and Shen Xinghui reacted instantly.

Unused to pleasure, his body heated up in an instant.

His lips parted helplessly, unable to swallow down the excess saliva that dripped down, making the scene all the more indecent.

Even that sight alone gnawed at the edges of Ignatius’s control.

His fingers traced over Shen Xinghui’s body, as if confirming his presence.

The softness molded against his palm as though inviting his touch.

When he stroked down his chest, then his stomach, the body in his arms writhed in response.

That seductive movement made even Ignatius feel tormented.

He had never felt this excited before.

His mind was solely consumed by the thought of claiming Shen Xinghui—but he couldn’t let himself be swept away.

Silently, he cast a spell upon himself, restraining the very base of his arousal.

As a male, reacting was inevitable, and he allowed himself that much.

But he refused to push this onto Shen Xinghui.

The throbbing pain from his self-inflicted restraint sent sharp signals to his brain, helping to keep his reason intact.

"Xinghui... does it feel good?"

Shen Xinghui nodded his head over and over, as if he might break from the intensity of it.

His expression was filled with pleasure, but there was no trace of rejection.

The way he leaned into Ignatius, surrendering himself completely, exuded trust.

He believed in him.

That was why he wasn’t being pushed away.

A sharp pain struck Ignatius’s chest.

He couldn’t betray this trust.

It was the same way a young child adored an older sibling, completely at ease in the presence of someone dear.

If he allowed himself to be consumed by lust, if he forced the emotions welling inside him onto Shen Xinghui, everything between them would shatter.

Then, just for now, he would allow himself to touch this body.

He would guide Shen Xinghui as he was being asked to, helping him release the heat overwhelming him.

"Hah...! Ignatius..."

As Ignatius pinched the stiff, swollen peaks on Shen Xinghui’s chest and rolling them between his fingers, a high, desperate moan escaped.

Shen Xinghui clung to him, peppering him with shallow, needy kisses.

Ignatius gazed down at him, and in Shen Xinghui’s eyes, he saw it—the invitation, the silent plea.

No... it couldn’t be.

His own lust was merely making him see things.

Even so, if Shen Xinghui were to see him now, he would surely shrink back in fear.

"Are you sure?" Ignatius asked.

"Please... I’m burning..."

"I just fought, I might not be able to hold back. And besides..."

"Ah..."

Teasingly, he lowered his gaze toward his own disgraceful arousal.

Shen Xinghui’s eyes followed instinctively—and the moment he saw it, a soft, trembling sound escaped his lips.

No matter how much he was drowning in heat, he was slowly regaining clarity.

And now, faced with the sheer size of it, he was utterly daunted.

Ignatius’s arousal stood at full attention, proudly curving upward.

It was as long as a human child’s arm, as thick as an adult’s fist.

Taking it in would undoubtedly bring pain—almost akin to being fisted.

Many had cried and screamed from the mere attempt.

Instead, Ignatius reached for Shen Xinghui’s own need, wrapping his fingers around it and moving in slow, deliberate strokes.

It was already leaking, slick enough to slide effortlessly between his grip.

Shen Xinghui arched his back, his entire body going rigid as a sharp cry tore from his lips.

"Can you... hold mine as well?"

Desire overflowed within him.

He was being consumed by this intoxicating presence.

Slowly, hesitantly, Shen Xinghui reached out and wrapped his fingers around Ignatius’s arousal, stroking up and down.

Even that small touch sent sharp waves of pleasure and an unbearable, unfulfilled ache racing down his spine.

"Ah... damn, that feels good..."

At his words, Shen Xinghui’s expression softened slightly, a flicker of satisfaction appearing on his face.

It was truly endearing.

Ignatius continued to stroke Shen Xinghui, teasing him with steady motions, pressing against the sensitive tip.

When he grazed his fingers along the rigid ridge of the head, Shen Xinghui let out another series of helpless moans, twisting his body and shaking his head in response.

Even so, he kept his trembling hands on Ignatius, touching him as best as he could.

It was clumsy, awkward—but that only made it all the more endearing.

His small hands could barely wrap around him completely, yet the effort he put in was almost touching.

Wanting to help Shen Xinghui reach his release more easily, Ignatius quickened his pace.

The slender body in his grasp tensed, breath hitching.

Then, with a sharp cry, Shen Xinghui climaxed, spilling himself into Ignatius’s waiting hand.

"Ah... I-I’m sorry..."

His voice, now slightly calmer, held an unexpected apology.

Ignatius blinked his eyes in confusion.

He didn’t understand why Shen Xinghui was flustered—if anything, he was the one who should be apologizing.

It was his fault that things had escalated to this.

"Why are you apologizing?"

Shen Xinghui looked up at him with a fragile expression before pressing closer, his hands resting atop Ignatius’s own.

That pleading gaze—what was he thinking?

It was impossible to decipher.

"Does it still hurt?"

"No... I’m fine now."

"Then let’s go to sleep."

"...Huh?"

Shen Xinghui’s shocked expression caught Ignatius off guard.

When he turned to look at him, wide-eyed, Shen Xinghui’s initial surprise quickly twisted into something else—something close to frustration.

"Wait, Ignatius, what about you—"

"I’m fine. I’ll take care of it myself."

There was no way he could sleep like this without finding release at least once.

The pressure at his restrained base ached, pulsing painfully.

If anything, he wanted to leave quickly, take a shower, and deal with it alone.

But before he could move, Shen Xinghui suddenly glared at him, then lowered himself to his knees.

Without hesitation, he licked the tip of Ignatius’s arousal before capturing his lips in a kiss.