Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are So Hot! [BL]-Chapter 270: Entangled Desires (R18)

He gently worked his fingers to widen his entrance further, finding little resistance as Lucian’s body opened easily. It seemed his readiness extended beyond words. Convinced, Damien removed his fingers and lifted Lucian’s sleepwear, aligning himself.

"Mmngh..."

With barely a push, Damien’s penis began to slide in, and Lucian let out a low whimper.

"Sorry... I’m going to go in now, okay?" Damien said, the words feeling inadequate given that he was already halfway there.

Despite the discomfort etched across his face, Lucian nodded his head, bracing himself. And though Lucian’s expression showed he was fighting the strangeness, his body betrayed no such hesitation, enveloping Damien in a soft, welcoming warmth.

It happened so effortlessly that Damien’s entire penis was seated before he realized it. The tightness of Lucian’s body, coupled with the heat inside, was overwhelming—it felt as though his hips might melt.

"I’ve taken your first time, Lucian," Damien murmured, trying to keep his voice steady despite the intensity of the sensations. "Just being like this with you feels incredible."

"I... I’m happy... so happy..." Lucian replied, his voice trembling as tears continued to spill. Though his brows were furrowed in discomfort, his smile shone through, genuine and full of joy.

Lucian’s tear-streaked face tugged at Damien’s heart, and he leaned down to kiss him softly, tasting the salty traces of his tears.

"Mm... ahh..."

Even the smallest movement seemed to make Lucian wince, and Damien hesitated. Perhaps it was better to hold still and not push him further.

With that in mind, Damien reached down to take hold of Lucian’s penis, which had started to soften slightly. He leaned in, taking the tip of it into his mouth.

At times like this, Damien thought with a wry grin, the centaur species’ larger anatomy had its advantages.

"D-Damien?!" Lucian gasped, his voice breaking into a high-pitched cry.

While Lucian looked on in surprise, Damien smiled, his lips still wrapped around Lucian’s penis, and began to gently swirl his tongue around the sensitive tip.

"Aahh♡ No, please♡ Damien♡ I should be the one making you feel good♡ Aaahh♡♡" Lucian whimpered, his voice trembling with sweet embarrassment.

Lucian’s earnestness only made him more endearing, and Damien’s efforts became more devoted as he continued to lavish attention on him. Simultaneously, Damien’s hips began to move in slow, measured motions—almost instinctively.

The sensation of Lucian’s soft, pliant insides moving and clenching around Damien’s penis made it impossible for him to stay still. It was overwhelming, threatening to push him to the brink even with the slightest motion.

"Damien♡ Forgive me♡ Please forgive me♡ Aaahh♡♡ I’m going to come before you do♡♡ I’m so sorry♡ Please let me come♡♡♡" Lucian’s tearful plea came as he gazed at Damien with a fervent, burning look in his eyes.

Damien paused, pretending to consider his request, before flashing a reassuring smile and nodding his approval.

"Aahh♡♡ Thank you♡♡♡ Damien♡ I’m coming♡ I’m coming, Damien♡♡♡♡♡"

Lucian’s body tensed as his arousal reached its peak, his penis pulsing hard against Damien’s tongue. With each rhythmic contraction, thick, hot fluid spilled into Damien’s mouth, coating his tongue and throat.

Damien swallowed carefully, savoring the taste and taking care not to choke on the richness of it. He made sure to drink every last drop, even tilting his head slightly to display the act, knowing Lucian was watching him intently.

"Damien♡ You’re drinking it♡♡" Lucian said, his voice soft with wonder and affection.

Damien looked up, meeting Lucian’s gaze as he swallowed audibly, ensuring that Lucian knew he had taken it all.

Once Lucian’s release subsided, Damien gently pulled back, withdrawing his penis from Lucian’s body. His own need, now urgent and undeniable, drove his actions as he aligned himself with Lucian’s still-hard penis.

"I’m going to come too♡ Lucian♡ Lucian♡ Aaaahh♡♡♡"

As he pressed himself against Lucian’s penis, Damien let himself go, his release bursting forth in powerful jets. The warm fluid splattered across Lucian’s face in deliberate strokes, leaving him marked with Damien’s passion.

"Aaahh♡ Damien’s warm...♡♡" Lucian murmured dreamily, seeming entirely content as he basked in the sensation.

Overcome with affection, Damien leaned over Lucian, wrapping him in a protective embrace. "Lucian, you were so wonderful... I love you."

"Damien... I love you too. I’ll always love you," Lucian replied, his voice trembling with emotion.

They exchanged deep, lingering kisses, their connection reaffirmed with each tender moment, until the world around them seemed to fade away.

"Master... I believe it’s my turn now..."

Damien who is lost in the moment, had been indulging in a passionate kiss with Lucian when Lorenzo suddenly spoke up and breaking the trance.

"Oh, I’m sorry," Damien apologized, realizing how carried away he’d been by Lucian’s allure.

As Damien pulled away, Lorenzo gently tugged the still-dreamy Lucian over to where Leonide and Lysander were entwined. Once Lucian was placed beside them, Leonide and Lysander began to lick his body.

Leonide started kissing Lucian and cleaning the remnants of Damien’s semen from his face, while Lysander stroking and occasionally licked Lucian’s penis.

The sight of the three handsome men entangled each other was undeniably erotic, stirring a mix of irritation and desire within Damien. He couldn’t quite put into words the storm of emotions he felt—wanting desperately to be a part of their intimate play.

"Master," Lorenzo called again, snapping Damien back to reality.

"Oh, sorry... but, what’s going on over there?" Damien couldn’t help but ask, feeling a restless urgency.

He knew he had no right to feel this way, given how freely he explored his desires with others, yet the pang of jealousy and possessiveness gnawed at him.

They were all his beloved partners, yet the sight of them with each other made his heart clench. It wasn’t a burning anger or deep sadness, but an insistent, selfish jealousy—"They’re mine" and "You belong to me" echoed in his thoughts.

He longed to join them, to lose himself in the heated embrace of his lovers.

"Ah, Lorenzo!" Damien gasped as Lorenzo suddenly began to lick his penis and catching him off guard.