Reborn into A Slash Game Chapter 24 - Achievement Unlocked: Friends with the Ultimate Gong

His sultry whisper pleased the man. He lowered his head, exposing his face. He had dark skin and boorish features. What was even more interesting was that there were two tusks sticking out his mouth, bringing out a fierce and savage air. However, at that moment, his bell-like eyes blazed with blatant l.u.s.t.

Balnor lifted Aryan up with one hand and directly placed him on his arm. The height was just right for Balnor to thirstily lick the pink dots on the youth’s chest. The wet chiffon clung tightly to his skin which made the pink protrusions all the more eye-catching.

Aryan didn’t show the slightest resistance. He knew the preferences of the person in front of him very well. He moaned faintly as he stuck out his chest even more, bringing it closer to the other person’s lips.

Balnor licked harder, faster. The desire in his brown eyes heightened until it became unbearable. He impatiently tugged the youth’s waist closer and forced his legs apart, wanting to wrap them around his waist.

Aryan was startled. He didn’t expect that Balnor would be so impulsive. His hard-on scared him to death so Aryan hurriedly tried to stop him, earning a look of dissatisfaction from the troll who was on top of him. He immediately softened his tone, “No hurries. Let me help you.”

Balnor understood what he meant at once so he loosened his grip. Aryan deftly jumped off and stood in front of Balnor. Due to their height difference, Aryan who was already standing upright only reached up to the troll’s waist. However, this only made the scene more sensual.

Aryan looked up and sweetly smiled at Balnor. He began unb.u.t.toning Balnor at his waist. The clothes of the troll were uncomplicated. As soon as it was unb.u.t.toned, something huge sprang out.

Although he had already seen it many times, it still gave out a strong visual impact. His eyes quivered for a moment before he gently touched the scorching, hard-rock thing. It was a stark contrast to his fair and slightly cold hands.

Balnor growled in comfort. Aryan lowered his head, cleverly running his tongue along its outline. Balnor felt the veins on his d.i.c.k bulge with excitement, as if it was about to explode.

In the end, he was unable to restrain himself so he grabbed Aryan’s head and shoved his d.i.c.k into his mouth. However, it was truly too disproportionate so only the head could fit. Aryan’s mouth was tight and narrow, making him madly want to slam hard and come inside his mouth. However, he also wanted to hold it in to relish in ecstasy.

The next moment, the soft tongue teased his tip, hitting it like a drum, while the pair of soft, tiny hands stroked the shaft more swiftly. The faster and faster Aryan stroked, the higher and higher he climbed. The urge became harder and harder to bear until he finally reached the peak of pleasure and he thoroughly spurted out his hot load.

The c.u.m spurted all over Aryan’s white, tender skin.

After Balnor recovered from his o.r.g.a.s.m, he looked at Aryan and saw white fluid dripping from the corner of his red lips. He immediately felt distressed so he held Aryan in his arms, wanting to clumsily wipe it off him.

However, Aryan turned his head away and directly pulled open his chiffon robe, his legs clinging onto Balnor. His movements were deliberately light and slow as he grinded against him. Using his most charming voice, he teased, “Enter me?”

Balnor’s sense of reason was immediately swept away. The limp thing stood erect in a split-second. He roughly groped Aryan’s rear, feeling a warm liquid as soon as he touched it. It was already lubricated, making his blood pump in excitement.

The Trolls have long and thick fingers so he had to use his pinky finger to slowly open it up. Then, he slid his fingers in and out of Aryan. Although his actions were still cruel and impatient, it could already be considered as considerate for a Troll.

Aryan wasn’t used to such fingering. The troll’s rough finger glided against his delicate flesh which made him feel itchy to the core. He knew in his mind that he should dislike this feeling but his body was enjoying every minute of it. The once limp place was gradually aroused. His fair and delicate cheeks were flushed red and his green eyes misted with desire.

The fingers had already increased to two. He could hear the fingers slos.h.i.+ng with each thrust in and out of him. Aryan gripped onto the troll’s clothes as he moaned louder and louder. He screamed wildly, “Balnor, I want it. Give it to me. Quickly give it to me…”

Hearing this, the troll couldn’t endure any longer. He grasped Aryan’s bottoms in one hand and his waist on the other. He squeezed his ma.s.sive member into Aryan’s small, delicate red hole.

Even though he was overcome by emotions, Aryan’s face still paled as the disproportionate member filled him to the brim. However, Balnor couldn’t care any less, only reveling in the feeling of his member ruthlessly entering Aryan’s soft and tight flesh.

Aryan convulsed in pain, but he was powerless to resist. He groaned softly, crying for mercy over and over, but even so, he didn’t shed a drop of tear.

With eyes wide open, he felt the violent vibrations underneath him which felt as if his entire being was being torn apart. It was dreadfully painful but pleasure rose deep within him from the pain. His green eyes were once again tinged with l.u.s.t.

Under the powerful thrusts, he let himself go and moaned out, “Stronger… Harder.”

Balnor’s eyes had already turned bloodshot crimson long before he noticed the smell of blood. When he finally found out that Aryan was injured, his remaining sense of reason told him that he had to slow down, but he couldn’t. Aryan wanted him, he wanted him harder.

The troll’s sense of reason completely disappeared and he continued thrusting madly. His big hand no longer stayed on one place but was already kneading the fair skin of the person in front of him all over, impetuously bruising it green and purple. These colours stimulated him like a red flag to a bull, making him crazier.

He kept on coming until the very end. At some point, he didn’t know when, Aryan had already lost consciousness. When Balnor finally woke up, he saw the livid purple bruises on Aryan’s body and the messy mixture of blood and murky white c.u.m leaking from his rear. His bell-like eyes flashed with remorse.