Beast Castle

“Episode 53”

“Slowly.”
Ray momentarily parted his lips and blinked his eyes. For the first time in the world of only red, he saw a different color. Two gleaming moons appeared, and a white hand approached to wipe his lips.
“Clothan?”
Only then did his smiling husband notice the snow falling heavily, shyly entering through the open window. Strangely, despite that, he couldn’t feel the cold. His hair swayed in the wind near his ears. From chest to toes, he was as hot as a burning tree.
“Ah…”
Ray’s thirst seemed to subside, perhaps due to the distraction of indulgence. But the heat coursing through his body wandered aimlessly, as if lost. “It’s hot.”
Tears were as hot as ping-pong balls. The heat circulating inside him, which had been moistening his lips with a refreshing drink, unexpectedly flickered elsewhere. It gathered around Clothan’s lower garment, and despite no intention, Ray’s hand moved downward.
“Ha…”
As Ray’s fingers touched the bulging lower garment, Clothan let out a long breath. Unbeknownst to Ray, quenching thirst for blood often arouses desire, which doesn’t easily dissipate. Having satisfied hunger, Ray was now driven by intense desire.
As time passed, it might become easier to control that desire, but as Ray just opened his eyes, he had no means to cope. The temptation was as harsh as to almost extract Ray’s soul. As long as he didn’t succumb to the urge to lie down with anyone, he would consider himself fortunate.
But Ray didn’t need to worry. Clothan, his husband, was always by his side, and likewise, Ray was no obstacle to Clothan, who was already madly in love. If anything, he would reciprocate. Hastily unfastening his belt and revealing his erect member, Ray had no reason to resist his wife’s touch.
Ray’s hands, still feeling trapped in the heat, were impatient. The area underneath was already so wet that he didn’t need to touch it to know, and the constant sweating made the negligee stick to his skin.
“Ah, uh…”
With trembling hands, Ray grasped Clothan’s member and gently lifted his buttocks. Facing each other, Ray straddled Clothan, as if about to devour him. The desperation to quench the heat outweighed any embarrassment. Bringing the tip of the member he held to the moist entrance, Ray began to push it inside, bit by bit.
Clothan, with his ecstatic gaze, could only watch. The man who would usually move his hips because Ray was too slow, now left his wife to writhe on top of him. Ray, transformed by desire, wanting pleasure so much. In truth, he couldn’t ask for anything more.
“Ah, ah… haah.”
Ray’s hips twitched as if insufficient. Even the hand gripping Clothan’s shoulders exerted force. Clothan’s shoulders were bruised due to his strong grip, but neither of them cared. Clothan didn’t want to ruin this moment over trivial matters, and Ray was oblivious to it all.
Right now, Ray’s attention was focused on the member inside him. Even as he shivered when his waist moved out on its own, he quickly grabbed the member and thrust it back in. Whenever he wanted to be stimulated, he twisted his waist however he pleased. Apart from occasionally holding Ray’s erratic movements, Clothan let Ray use him to quench his thirst as he pleased.
“Hmm, ah!”
The movement of Ray’s hips became faster. Indiscriminately thrusting anywhere and squeezing the entrance for pleasure, he repeated the process. After repeating the movement more than three times, he reached climax. It was the end of experiencing climax without Clothan’s help for the first time.
To reach the climax, he withdrew the soaked member, scraping the insides, then squatted down and accepted it all at once.
“Uh, ha, hah!”
Ray stiffened his entire body as he reached climax. While the member remained stiff, Clothan, having reached his climax, did not act upon his wife who had reached climax. In the past, he would have embraced Ray tightly, caressing him as he pleased. But now, immersed in another satisfaction, he didn’t feel the need to torment him.
“Like that?”
Clothan thought his wife, who resolved her own climax without caring about his, was not bad. The sight of her crying in unbearable climax was beautiful, but resolving her own desire like this brought him greater satisfaction.
“Hmm, ah…”
Not fully recovered yet, Ray enjoyed the aftertaste of climax while moving his hips back and forth. The member inside his entrance gently rubbed against the walls, which was even fatal to Ray, who was already savoring the aftermath of climax.
But the pleasure was slightly lacking, yet the movements didn’t stop. Clothan was caught in a dilemma, finding his wife endearing as she wriggled to taste the member.
Should he lie down and let her ride him until satisfied? Though not ejaculated yet, he was mentally satisfied enough. Ray could also end the intercourse with this level of satisfaction. Going further would leave them bedridden for two days. Perhaps it would be better to indulge her as she approached gracefully. She would often be the one extending her hand first in the future.
“Whew…”

Resting his cheek against the frosted window, Ray added wistfully, “I miss everyone.”

He couldn’t afford to get angry. That would ruin everything. Clothan repeated silently to himself dozens of times, “The places we used to see are boring, aren’t they?”

“It’s not boring. I met you there, Clothan, and other people too. It’s a place full of memories, so I sometimes miss it. It hasn’t been long since we left, but it feels like it’s been ten years.”

“Memories can be built more here. Just longing for trivial things below…”

As Clothan’s voice started to rise, he took a deep breath.

“There are plenty of opportunities to see the garden here. Clothan, let’s go back after a long time.”

Clothan fidgeted, searching for the poem he had placed on the table, but remembered he had left it in the study on the second floor. His forehead grew hot, with no way to cool it down, so he bit his lips tightly.

“Let’s go. I miss it.”

Ray’s voice demanded again, as loud as ever. Was it filled enough to satisfy both the hunger for food and the lust? Clothan chuckled bitterly.

“Sure.”

He had no intention of ever going back to the main house. There were only monsters there, sharpening their axes to claim Ray. Returning there was out of the question. It would be more comforting to lose both eyes.

“Let’s go.”

There was only one place to return to for the still grieving Ray. It had to be Clothan’s embrace.