Chapter 157: Relentless Desires

Chapter 157: Chapter 157: Relentless Desires

Damian had not pulled out yet. He lay heavily on top of Lucien, his heavy breath puffing against the nape of Lucien’s neck, his manhood still buried deep inside, twitching slightly in time with every heartbeat. He knew that he had just climaxed, but mere seconds later, when Lucien’s body unconsciously contracted around him, Damian found himself beginning to get hard all over again.

"Do not... tell... please do not tell me you still want more..." Lucien whispered, his voice so hoarse that it was practically voiceless. He simply could not believe it. He had climaxed three times, his entire body aching to the point that he only wanted to pass out, and yet the monster inside of him still refused to be satisfied.

Damian did not answer. He merely bent down, planted a kiss on Lucien’s bare shoulder, and then slowly withdrew his manhood from the youth’s body. A stream of cloudy white semen immediately spilled out along with it, completely soaking the bedsheets. Lucien breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he would finally be able to rest.

But then he flipped Lucien over onto his back. Lucien looked up in utter astonishment, his tear-filled eyes widening as he saw that Damian’s member was still swollen and red, the blue veins bulging out, and the tip oozing clear fluid. It had not softened in the slightest. In fact, it even appeared to be harder than it was at the very beginning.

"No... I... I genuinely cannot take it anymore..." Lucien shook his head, tears welling up once again. He tried to push Damian’s chest away, but his two arms had gone completely limp, devoid of any remaining strength. His attempts at pushing were no different from gently caressing the man above him.

Damian grabbed both of Lucien’s wrists, gently pinning them down above the youth’s head. He leaned down, kissed the corners of Lucien’s tear-stained eyes, and whispered in a thick, hoarse voice:

"I have endured for so many years. Do you think a single night is enough?"

"You... you are a madman..." Lucien sobbed. "I... I am going to die... sob..."

"No, you will not." Damian kissed Lucien’s neck, then trailed down to the collarbone, leaving bright red hickeys upon the pristine white skin. His hand wandered downwards, touching Lucien’s dainty, flaccid member and gently caressing it. "You will not die. You are going to feel even more pleasure."

"No... do not... I cannot come anymore... sob..." Lucien struggled weakly, but his body betrayed him once again. Under Damian’s masterful hand, his dainty member slowly became erect once more. The sensation at this moment was both agonizingly painful from sensory overload and numbing with ecstasy, making his mind spin wildly.

Damian bent down, taking Lucien’s manhood into his mouth. Lucien let out a scream, his entire body shuddering violently. The man’s scalding hot mouth completely enveloped his most sensitive spot, the agile tongue licking all around the tip, and then sucking so forcefully that it felt as if Lucien’s very soul was being drained away.

"Ah... ah... do not... I cannot... sob..." Lucien cried out in choking sobs, his two hands clutching tightly onto Damian’s hair. He did not know whether he wanted to push the man away or pull Damian even closer. All of his senses were stimulated to their absolute limits, and every single touch of the tongue felt like a jolt of electricity shooting down his spine.

In just a matter of minutes, Lucien climaxed for the fourth time. But this time, the fluid was almost entirely transparent, consisting of only a few meager drops. He trembled violently, his whole body tensing up before going completely limp, just like a ragdoll that had all of its stuffing pulled out.

Damian looked up, wiping away the drop of essence lingering at the corner of his mouth. He looked at Lucien lying there, the youth’s chest heaving weakly, eyes squeezed shut with the long eyelashes still glistening with tears. It truly looked as though Lucien had reached his absolute limit.

But the man still had not had enough.

He lifted both of Lucien’s legs, placing them onto his shoulders. Lucien’s swollen, red entrance was fully exposed, still twitching and seeping out the cloudy white semen from the previous time. Damian rested his tip against it, and without any warning, plunged straight inside.

Lucien let out a feeble scream, but he no longer possessed the strength to put up a fight. He merely lay there, allowing Damian to thrust into his body, leaving the surge of ecstasy and agony to intertwine with one another and sweep away all rational thought. He could no longer hear anything besides the sound of flesh colliding, no longer feel anything except the monster that was aggressively ravaging him.

Damian thrust faster and faster, harder and harder. He leaned down, folding Lucien’s body in half, ensuring that every single thrust reached the deepest possible point. Lucien was no longer capable of moaning; all that remained were choked sobs and shallow breaths. His tears had run dry, leaving only long streaks staining his cheeks.

"Alright... it is almost over..." Damian whispered, his voice incredibly hoarse. He accelerated his pace, the thrusts turning entirely frantic, bereft of any rhythm. Finally, he drove in deeply with one last, powerful thrust, his manhood throbbing repeatedly as it unleashed a surging torrent of seed deep inside Lucien’s body.

Lucien could feel that scalding hot liquid flooding his insides. His lower abdomen swelled from being completely filled up. Then, everything before his eyes went pitch black, and he completely lost consciousness.

Damian withdrew from the youth’s body, panting heavily. He looked down at the unconscious Lucien; the youth’s body was completely littered with hickeys and bite marks, and between his legs lay a messy concoction of semen and slick fluids. Lucien looked incredibly fragile, yet at the same time, strangely alluring and obscene.

He bent down, gently picking the youth up and carrying Lucien into the bathroom. This time around, the man was genuinely tender. He softly washed away all the stains on Lucien’s body, then carried the youth back to the bed. Upon laying Lucien down onto a freshly changed bedsheet, Damian laid down beside him, wrapping his arms around the youth’s body and pulling Lucien into a warm embrace.

"Sleep well," he whispered into Lucien’s hair. "Next time, I will not let you pass out."

Lucien did not hear him. He had already sunk into a deep slumber, his body completely limp like a ragdoll.

The next morning, when Lucien woke up, his entire body was aching as if he had just been run over by a truck. He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt unbearably heavy. It took a long while before he could finally see everything around him clearly.

He was lying inside Damian’s apartment, upon the massive bed covered with dark gray sheets. The morning sunlight poured in through the glass walls, bathing the entire room in a warm, golden hue. Beside him, the spot was already empty, but a lingering trace of warmth remained.

Lucien attempted to sit up, but the moment he shifted his body even slightly, a sharp pain shooting from his lower back and his nether regions nearly made him collapse. He bit his lip, looking down at his own body. On his chest, his stomach, and his thighs, absolutely everywhere was covered in bright red hickeys and faint bite marks. He reached up to touch his neck, where a rather deep bite mark resided, still feeling somewhat tender and sore.

"Damn it..." he whispered, his voice still hoarse. His throat was burning with pain, likely because he had screamed far too much the previous night.

On the bedside table, a familiar sticky note was placed underneath a glass of warm water and two painkillers. Lucien picked the note up, reading the firm and steady handwriting:

"I have to head to the company early. There is a meeting at 8 AM. Go ahead and sleep some more. There is breakfast in the fridge. Take the painkillers, I left them on the table for you.

Last night... I apologize for going a little bit overboard. But I do not regret it.

P/S: You have the day off today. Do not even think about dragging your body to the office. I do not want to see you in that state.

D."

Lucien read the note, the corners of his lips curling up slightly. "A little bit overboard"? This man had downplayed half of the truth. He raised a hand to rub his temples, trying to recall everything that had transpired last night. Fragmented images surfaced in his mind—the frantic kisses, the brutal thrusts, and how he had cried, cried so much, begging the man to be gentler. Then he remembered the final moment, when he climaxed for the fourth time and everything went completely black.

Lucien’s face flushed bright red. He had never thought he could lose control to such an extent. But then he remembered something else—the moment right before he passed out, he had heard Damian whisper something. Was it "sorry"?

That man, though outwardly cold and unyielding, actually knew how to care for others. Lucien picked the two painkillers up, popped them into his mouth, and then drained the glass of warm water. He closed his eyes, letting out a sigh.

He then slowly stepped out of bed. Every step caused him to grimace in pain, but he tried his best to bear it. He walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the warm water cascade down his body, washing away all the exhaustion and grime.

In the mirror, he saw his own reflection—his hair was a messy tangle, his neck and chest were littered with faint red hickeys, and his eyes were slightly swollen from crying far too much, yet they were glowing with a strange, peculiar light.

He smiled at himself in the mirror.

"Damian." He whispered. "You said you did not regret it. In that case... do not you dare regret it later."