In This Rebirth, The Male Lead Is Mine [BL]
Chapter 163: Connected (5) (M)

Chapter 163: Connected (5) (M)

Rise parted his lips; the intrusion both startled him with pain and tingling pleasure, as Kamille did not let him breathe before adding another finger.

Kamille’s lust-filled gaze remained fixated on Rise; the fire in those eyes seemingly continued to be ignited by his arousing expression.

Similar to Kamille, Rise did not break his gaze away, his eyes watching how Kamille opened him up, loosening him for his own desire. Carefully, even a little more careful, Kamille explored Rise’s insides with his long index and middle fingers.

Rise bit his lips, moans threatening to escape continuously out of his mouth as he gasped. Still, he found it amusing how Kamille looked so dedicated to his job of preparing Rise, unlike how he roughly fucked him just earlier.

He could tell, Kamille must be so impatient now with how much his erection seemed to grow harder and bigger. Rise gulped as he looked at it; the reality seemed to be sinking in.

Damn, this monstrous dick was about to penetrate him?

As though sensing his slight realization, Kamille’s furious cock brushed against Rise’s thigh as Kamille finally fucked him with his fingers, now adding another finger, making it three.

As a result, Rise became distracted and forgot about this, becoming lost with pleasure once more. This was more intense; he could truly feel it in his gut, making new sensations he had never felt before.

"Ah... come on..." Rise did not even know what he was going to say; he could not help but bury his head on the mattress, muffling his moans and words.

His hips and ass bucked up, wanting to deepen the pleasure he was feeling. And yet, despite that, he seemed unable to feel it more than this.

It seemed this was not enough.

He wanted more. He needed more.

Rise heaved a breath, almost breathless as he moaned between his parting lips. He returned his gaze to Kamille, and happened to see... the same intense need that he was experiencing at this moment.

"Guild... leader..." Rise called, between his pants and moans, with eyes thoroughly enveloped by his desire.

"Put it in... now, please?" And Rise did not even know how a mischievous smile had appeared on his lips when he said that. It was almost in a straight sentence too.

Kamille’s movements slowed down and eventually paused. He stared at Rise; his crimson eyes seemed to glare at him, like how a predator would to the prey he was about to devour.

And Rise was indeed that meat he was finally about to taste, and with absolute consent, making the whole ordeal extremely appetizing.

"You really know your words." Kamille’s voice sounded deeper and more ominous than usual, but it sent a different shiver down Rise’s spine other than fear.

It was excitement.

Rise smiled at that, narrowing his eyes as if a challenge.

And oh, he was in for a good lesson—truly a good and pleasurable lesson.

Kamille, who was more tolerable with Rise than anyone, did not let that attitude slide this time. Veins potruded through his arms, and his jaw clenched from the suppressed desire which he was about to finally vent to his willing victim.

His fingers slowly withdrew from the clenching entrance but were pulled out with a fast pop, earning a shudder from Rise. His hole then clenched into nothing, being uncomfortably exposed to air.

Kamille rested his palm against one of Rise’s cheeks before...

A loud slap echoed.

Rise’s eyes widened, his mouth parting in disbelief. He was reminded of when Kamille had slapped his butt at one of the gate before, but that was the extreme Kamille, and it was also somehow playful as well.

Now... It truly etched into his skin, resulting in a deep red mark.

However, Rise did not only feel pain from that. In fact, he rather liked it... wow... was spanking his thing? Oh, that was uncertain, but he knew for sure; that was Kamille’s thing.

His asscheek wriggled at the impact, burning with red under Kamille’s captivated gaze. He only felt bewildered at first, but as he realized Kamille was reaching his tipping point, he swallowed.

Kamille massaged the area, but his eyes lingered at the clenching entrance, ready to be fulfilled... or not. There was no way Rise was already loosened up with that, he still appeared so tight, and he truly was.

Kamille now swallowed on his own, his throat parched, and his abdomen seemed to twist with desire, reaching through his groin and finally to his shaft, which was now thoroughly erect and swollen at the tip.

The veins around it made it more terrifying than it already was.

Without saying anything, Kamille was never the man who loved to express himself with words, and the situation also did not make it easier for Rise to talk as well.

Both were too aroused for this, only thinking about finally becoming one.

In Rise’s mind, it was explicit.

Fuck me, just fuck me.

For a virgin, he sure was too horny.

Fortunately, Kamille did not make him wait any longer, not like he too could also wait for long either. Both of them were too eager to become connected, tasting another pleasure beyond the normal kisses and touches.

The deeper connection their human bodies could ever experience.

Of course, as both were virgins aside from instincts, it was not like this was going to be a smooth one either.

Kamille jerked his own shaft, making it harder as magic essence lubricated it, and some of them were Rise and his own release from earlier.

Rise closed his eyes slightly, feeling the tingling sensations of how Kamille’s cock slid and thrust in between his cheeks, outside of his greedy entrance.

"Don’t... tease me," Rise whined; truly, he sounded so coquettish even. Sometimes a tone he did to be playful, but now sounded unintentional and genuine.

Kamille blinked; the madness in his gaze faded slightly at the tone. He bit his lips, putting his fingers in between, tracing the hole as his other hand held his own desire.

Rise could not see, but he could feel... Oh, he fucking could feel it. He clenched his teeth, trying to relax, feeling the intrusion and the foreign sensations.

He gasped as he felt the tear; the pain was what came after.

"I’ll go slow... Just relax..." Kamille felt him tense, the ounce of his rationality kicking in. He slowed down and patted Rise’s waist as if encouraging him and paused.

Unlike the usual, which he might say he would stop at the slighted discomfort that Rise grunted, Kamille did not; he only said he would slowly enter him.

After all... Kamille was not a saint. He was too aroused to fucking stop now. And Rise would curse at him if he did.