Isaac thought he was dreaming with his eyes open.

Otherwise, none of this could possibly be happening—and hadn’t he dreamed this same dream several times before? So now, once again, not for the first time, but……

“………… Uhm––”

Isaac had been flinching and swallowing his breath for some time now. He couldn’t help it. Though his body kept jerking against his will, it did not move—because the weight pressing down on him was as heavy as a mountain.

The prince had devoured Isaac’s mouth whole, lips sealed over his, tongue probing every corner of his mouth, until Isaac, unable to breathe, felt his consciousness grow dim. Only then did the prince finally part their lips and look down at him from just above his face. The backlight made the prince’s features hard to see. Only those jet-black, glossy eyes were visible—sharp enough to slice through a heart.

“…… Now you finally look like the witch’s spawn you are.”

The prince, gazing down at Isaac in silence, let the words slip through his teeth. At the same instant, Isaac felt the prince bite his cheek. A short cry escaped him, and his body flinched.

He had no idea what kind of expression he was wearing. All he knew was the terrible heat, the suffocation, the gasping for air. Even as he breathed, he felt constantly short of breath. As Isaac’s chest heaved and he gulped down air, the prince’s lips trailed down the nape of his neck.

“A face that makes men spill,” the prince murmured. “A face that stirs lust…… Isn’t that so, you witch’s brat?”

The prince bit Isaac’s nape. Isaac flinched and curled inward. The prince pressed close after him as he shrank away, sucking at his neck. His fiercely gnashing teeth left no spot unharmed, tearing wounds into the flesh. The lips that chewed and sucked…… slowly, relentlessly…… burned and itched.

Even though he had been bitten countless times already, having gone through this many times before, that—different from that time. The slow, almost pleading sensation carried a feeling distinctly different from the moments of drinking blood. It seemed to fester from deep within his heart. He did not know how to put this feeling into words.

“Ah……!”

Just then, Isaac’s body gave a large jerk. The prince’s hand, which had at some point slipped inside Isaac’s disheveled clothes and been stroking the area around his chest, had seized a small protruding nub. The sharp, startled cry that burst out seemed to surprise the prince; he halted his movements for an instant.

But just as Isaac, on instinct, flinched and tried to pull away, the prince pressed down on top of him, crushing him. Like a child pinned beneath a grown adult, Isaac’s squirming body could not move so much as an inch.

Suddenly, the prince seemed to smile faintly. A short breath brushed across Isaac’s nape.

“Come to think of it, yes. You used to like this place.”

I remember now, the prince murmured. Isaac, recalling what had happened not long ago, flushed hot and reflexively retorted, “No, it’s not that I like—” but all that came back to him was the prince’s narrow, languid gaze.

“I doubt that.”

At the same time as the low, sneering whisper, the prince took the nub he had been toying with between his fingers into his mouth. Then he pressed down hard with his tongue and sucked so fiercely it hurt, and Isaac swallowed a long breath.

His body gave an involuntary jolt. Each time the prince pressed down with his tongue, each time he sucked so hard it seemed the very flesh might come off, Isaac’s body kept jerking upward—yet pinned beneath the prince, it could not escape him in the slightest.

“Not that you like it……” (you say……)

With his lips still pressed to Isaac’s chest, the prince murmured. He had been watching Isaac, who was gasping and breathing raggedly, and when their eyes met, the prince gestured downward with his gaze. Isaac followed that look and saw his own body, revealed through the small gap the prince had shifted aside just slightly. The front of his trousers bulged.

He was stunned. As Isaac stared vacantly at the sight, as if unable to comprehend what he was seeing, the prince pulled his trousers down.

“W-Wait—”

Isaac flinched and tried to raise himself up, but the prince pressed one hand flat against Isaac’s chest. While his trousers were being dragged down, Isaac struggled with all his might, but he could not move an inch—as if crushed beneath a stone pillar.

His lower body was exposed.

The desire that had been faintly rising was now laid bare before another’s eyes. The heat rushed all the way to the nape of his neck. In an instant, his mind turned to chaos, and he had no idea what to say, what to do.

But before Isaac could gather his thoughts, the prince unfastened his own clothes. The prince’s naked body, stripped and cast aside with utter indifference, cast a shadow over Isaac’s body. And through that shadow, Isaac saw with his own eyes the desire he had only sensed moments ago by touch—now unmistakably, vividly raising its head.

“——.”

The prince’s naked body was not unfamiliar to him. He had seen it many times before—whenever the prince pleased, seizing someone nearby and taking them.

But he had never faced it so directly. Perhaps that was why the prince’s member, though Isaac had seen it many times already, was impossibly, unbelievably large.

Isaac, who had been staring dazedly at the prince’s lower body, only came to his senses when the prince, looking down at him askance, grabbed hold of Isaac’s knees and lifted them up.

“—Prince Kyan, please, wait, please—”

When the prince, positioned between Isaac’s parted legs, took hold of his own member and tried to push it between Isaac’s thighs, Isaac’s desperate plea burst out. He grabbed the prince’s shoulders and pushed with all his might, but at a distance of barely a hand’s span, the prince did not budge an inch. For a moment the prince paused there, as if annoyed, and looked down at Isaac.

“Prince Kyan. I’ll die. I really will die. My body will surely split in two—I’ve never done it, not even once—I clearly won’t be able to bear it—”

His tongue had stiffened, and the words would not come out properly. Because he was trying to speak too desperately, only disjointed syllables emerged here and there, but he wasn’t even aware of it. The prince, looking down at Isaac’s ashen face, seemed to curl the corners of his mouth.

A faint click of the tongue was audible. Then the prince, lying atop Isaac again, unhesitatingly took Isaac’s chest back into his mouth, pulling in the flinching, jerking body and pressing down as he embraced it.

A shiver ran through him at the sensation of the prince’s mouth gnawing alternately at the nubs on his chest, like a starving child. Below, their naked members were touching. The vivid sensation of those rigidly swollen masses of flesh rubbing against each other spread through his entire body. And it did not stop there,

“Hahk……!”

Isaac shuddered as if struck by lightning. The moment his body went rigid, it began to struggle—because the prince, having swept his hand from Isaac’s knees up to his thighs, had pushed a finger inside Isaac’s body.

“H-Ha, don’t—stop—please—stop—please—”

“It would be better if you stayed still. Witch’s spawn. Unless you want me to shove it straight in.”

“——.”

He couldn’t breathe. The unfamiliar sensation of something forcing its way inside him sent a chill down his spine, making his hips tremble. The fingers that had plunged in without hesitation—one, then two, increasing in number—roamed inside, and the feeling transmitted itself in full. At the same time, the prince, lying atop Isaac once more, sucked and gnawed wildly at his chest like a starving thing.

‘What do I do, what should I do’—sensations more intense than anything he had ever experienced in his life came crashing over him like a storm. He wanted to run away. He wanted to return to that familiar, peaceful stillness as quickly as he could. And yet,

“See? There’s no way you could hate it. There’s no way a lascivious witch’s bloodline could hate it—”

The prince’s rough whisper was tinged with a faint laugh. Isaac realized that just above the place where those fingers were probing inside him, his own member had risen stiff and erect. And that it had begun to grow slick and wet.

He felt as though his very mind might melt away.

Why won’t this dream end? Always around this point, he seemed to wake up. So why wasn’t he waking now? Why were the sensations so vivid?

It felt as if his consciousness had half-flown away. His jolting body, flinching as if sparks were flying over his senses; the desire that rubbed and ground against his own down below; the fingers that stroked and spread him open from inside—all of it felt like something happening in a dream.

And so, when the hand that had been probing inside him withdrew, when the desire that had been pressed against him fell away, and an empty stillness descended, ‘Am I finally waking from the dream now?’, that was what he thought. His tension released, Isaac closed his eyes, letting his body, which had become so sensitized from the relentless stimulation that it ached, go limp.

Just then,

“———”

His fading consciousness suddenly blazed bright.

He opened eyes he hadn’t realized he’d closed, but nothing came into view. He couldn’t breathe either. No sound reached him. The only sensation that remained alive was in a single place.

Below—inside the very place where the fingers had been probing moments ago, the prince himself had pushed his way in. The instant Isaac involuntarily flinched and tensed, the prince let out a low, almost moaning sigh.

“Relax, witch.…… Unless you want to be badly hurt, relax.”

The prince’s voice, low and spoken through his teeth, flickered with heat. The moment the words ended, the prince thrust his hips forward without hesitation.

With a force that seemed to make a sound *Fwop,* the member that had only been partially inside rammed its way in all at once. And then once more, *fwop.* Again, *fwop.*

“……, ……, ……!”

From Isaac’s gaping mouth, not even a breath escaped. He couldn’t breathe. The immense sense of volume that lifted and filled his body was beyond anything he had seen with his eyes. The terrifying pressure that packed him full to bursting as it drove inside.

‘I’m going to die.’ Amid that overwhelming pressure, unable even to breathe, Isaac barely managed to reach out his hand. Right before his blurring vision, a face appeared.

The prince was looking down at him. It was a face he had never seen before. Not a human face—a beast’s face. The face of something that, at the end of its starvation, has finally taken food in its mouth—a face seething with desire and heat.

He was exhaling ragged breaths. Those jet-black, glossy eyes stared fixedly at Isaac. Slowly lowering his head, he bit down on Isaac’s lips. At the same time, he thrust his hips upward, and with a sensation as if a sound *fwop* had echoed from inside his body, Isaac’s moan flowed into his mouth. From his own lips came a stifled, mocking laugh.

“You’ve done very well up to this point. You do realize you’ve taken all of it, don’t you?”

Isaac, gasping in short, ragged breaths, looked at him. With his fingertip, the prince gently traced the place where their bodies were deeply joined. The entrance, gripping that grotesquely massive shaft without the slightest gap, looked perilously close to tearing at any moment. After stroking that entrance for a moment, the prince whispered threateningly, “Relax.” And at the same instant, 

“—Ah!”

The shaft that had been packed so tightly inside withdrew all at once. But before the parted interior could close again, the shaft, having pulled out nearly all the way, leaving only the tip, rammed back in without hesitation.

From Isaac’s locked throat, a cry finally burst forth. And that cry did not stop. For the prince had begun a relentless, terrifying onslaught of thrusting, pounding into his body.

“Spare, spare me,”

Isaac gasped out in frantic, disjointed words between breaths.

He felt he was going to die. No—he truly would die. Isaac did not even realize that he had thrown his arms around the prince’s neck. Nor did he notice that the prince, after stopping for the briefest of moments, had wrapped his arms around Isaac’s back. The more Isaac clung to the prince, the more force the prince put into his embrace, holding him so tightly it was suffocating.

Isaac had only one thought: he had to escape this terrifying pressure by any means. If he couldn’t escape, then at least somehow, just a little more comfortable. That was his only thought. Before his mind could command it, his body moved instinctively.

Straining to release the tension below, he began to go with the rhythm each time the prince rammed roughly into him. His hips, his thighs, his very insides moved according to instinct, tightening and enveloping the desire that had burrowed deep inside. And just then,

“——.”

“—…”

From both of them at once, ragged breaths burst forth.

Not only the prince, but Isaac as well. As if someone had touched a fuse buried deep within his body, saw white explode before his eyes and gave a violent, convulsive jerk.

‘What was that?’

‘What—what is this?’

Isaac blinked his wide-open eyes and curled inward. The prince, looking down at him, suddenly let out a faint, hollow laugh.

“With this body, you were still a virgin?”

The low voice, murmured through his teeth, sounded like a growl just before a roar.

“With a body that responds this violently——a body that swallows a man like this—you’ve had no experience until now……?”

The prince brought his lips close to Isaac’s ear and whispered. Isaac gasped for breath, each one coming harder than the last. The flesh that was already stretched to its limit seemed to swell even more, painfully.

“That’s why you’re not human—you’re a witch…… Now I finally understand what it means when they say a witch makes a man spill.”

The savage whisper burrowed into his ear. At the same moment the prince bit down on Isaac’s earlobe, below, the thrusting resumed, incomparably more violent than before.

Isaac’s consciousness had already slipped away. So even as he frantically cried and clung to the prince’s body, he had no awareness of it. He hung onto the prince’s neck as if that were the only way he could survive, as if there were no other path. And the more he did so, the stronger the prince’s embrace around him became.

As if there were nothing in the world but the two of them.

As if there were nowhere else to cling to.

So they held each other, pressed skin to skin, bodies intertwined.

——Sweet.

——Why does it taste so sweet?

The prince licked the tears and sweat streaming down Isaac’s face, then licked the lips from which hoarse sobs escaped, as though he were murmuring something.

‘Sweet. How can it be this sweet?’ It was at the same time a thought that rose in Isaac’s own mind.

At some point, a wet, sloshing sound had begun from below. The gap, which had been so tightly packed that not even a single strand of hair could enter, was now being forced open with each thrust, and the viscous liquid that leaked out soaked the area below Isaac’s waist.

He realized that water had pooled full inside his body——when he felt it slowly seeping into him, little by little.

The vital force that had once flowed into him like air when their mouths met was now flowing in like water, filling him up. Instinctively, he understood: what was filling his body, satisfying a hunger he had never known, a hunger he had never even seen——that was life force flowing from the prince.

‘How sweet it was. How rich.’

‘Could the nectar of the gods—nectar that does not exist in this world—be this sweet?’

“…… More……”

He thought: ‘Just a little more. I want to drink just a little more.’

Isaac held the prince. He pulled the prince’s head close and sucked on lips already pressed together. The prince stopped moving. Isaac held him tighter and kissed him again.

It was sweet to the point of ecstasy. At the same time, a single thought rose in his dimming, hazy mind.

‘Ah—so this is it. I did like this man.’

Something that had been uncertain and doubtful, even though he had already known it, now drove itself whole into his heart as an unmistakable truth.

‘I like him. No matter what kind of person he is, no matter what he does—this feeling of liking will not be erased.’

Isaac exhaled a sigh without realizing it. At the very end of that breath, the prince, who had been silently still until that moment, suddenly crushed Isaac in his arms as if to break him.

“This is still far from enough. You will need to consume much more life force. Far more——until you can take no more.”

The savage whisper seeped into Isaac’s mouth, and the fierce heat began to blaze again, as if about to explode.