If You Devour Poison / Doku Wo Kurawaba Sara Made Chapter 45: Initiation (NSFW)

Behind his ear. Below his chin. In the hollow of his collarbone.
Lutora dripped kisses along on the delicate parts of Malacia’s body, savoring every moment his moist yet warm lips made contact.
His sniffling hadn’t stopped, but even so, Lutora ran his hands and tongue along Malacia’s entire body.

“Malacia…”

Lutora teased Malacia with his kisses, pausing on occasion to call out his name. They exchanged a deep kiss, and even after they parted, a transparent thread, swaying in midair, connected them.
Malacia didn’t resist the passionate actions, but his thoughts were in disarray, a storm of chaos running through his mind.
Whenever Lutora’s lips brushed along his skin, whenever he whispered Malacia’s name right beside his ear, whenever his fingers brushed along Malacia’s skin with just a little more strength than normal, every time—
Malacia’s heart throbbed deep in his chest, tormenting him as it played out an unfamiliar melody.
In the past, there had been those who were gentle with Malacia. After seeing the permanent scarring on his body, their pity had driven them to do their utmost in pleasuring him.
But Malacia simply didn’t understand. He didn’t understand pleasure.
After faking orgasms for so long as he was fucked by a constant stream of men, his body had lost all sense of passion. He’d never even experienced an ejaculation.
And yet, despite this, there were many men who would still cling to Malacia with all their might. They would all claim that they would be the first to make him feel, and after exhausting themselves in a futile effort after doing all they could, they would all be delighted when Malacia finally faked it for them.
They were nothing but foolish creatures, though he kept such thoughts hidden. Instead, he’d scam money from anyone who released inside him.

“Lutora, wait, Lutora. The truth is… I can’t feel anything. That’s why, what you’re doing now… it’s all pointless,” Malacia admitted.

He wasn’t going to decipher these confusing feelings swirling about in his heart.
After hearing Malacia’s confession, Lutora, still straddling Malacia as he devoted himself to foreplay, paused and looked down.

“Is that true?”

Malacia gave a small nod in response to Lutora’s broken voice.
But, contrary to Malacia’s expectation, when Lutora saw his answer, the knight’s expression loosened and he leaned down, pressing their damp foreheads against one another.

“I see, then the only one who will feel good today is me,” he lamented with a weak laugh. “I’m sorry for taking advantage of you, but… I love you, Malacia.”
“Ah…”
“What’s wrong?”

What was that? It almost felt like something was pressing down on his chest, a throbbing inside him.
Lutora’s words and actions had elicited feelings Malacia had never felt before. Feelings none of the countless men who had defiled Malacia up till now had been able to give him.

“Y-you aren’t going to promise to make me ‘feel it’ or something?” Malacia stuttered.
“Why would I?” Lutora asked.
“Why? Isn’t that–?”
“You didn’t lie when you said that before, right?” Lutora asked. “Then how can I make such a claim? If I try despite what you told me, won’t I just be making this harder on you? Even I’m aware of that much.”

Malacia didn’t know what to say in reply to that.

“My darling Malacia, even though it must have been frightening to admit, thank you for sharing this with me and not hiding it.”
“…Uu..uhn. Ah… I—”

What in the world was this man saying?
Malacia’s nape turned a deep scarlet from Lutora’s confessions, and he averted his eyes, biting his lips.
The palm tracing a circle around Malacia’s heart wound its way down his abdomen, and eventually to his most secret place. The wound inflicted on him long ago had grown over, the scar tissue swelling up to look almost like a vulva just below the bulge of his mons pubis. The vulgar men in Malacia’s past had all enjoyed toying with it, but after brushing his finger against the scarring, Lutora lost interest and moved on.
Lutora’s focus caught instead on Malacia’s vertical anal slit, the opening modestly closed at the base of the legs Malacia had spread. With a dry mouth, Lutora moistened his fingers and began to relax Malacia’s asshole, inserting his finger inside. The warm folds waiting within enveloped his finger in a tight embrace.

“Wow…” Lutora let out a soft gasp.
“Ah…”
“It feels amazing in here,” he whispered.
“…Lu… Lutora.”
“Hm? “
“Um… your finger…” Malacia tried to protest.
“Should I move it?”
“That’s not what I—!”

Lutora crooked his finger, pushing it up against Malacia’s abdomen, and Malacia’s waist jerked upwards against his will.
As Malacia’s words fell from his mouth in pieces, Lutora’s eyes gleamed. How could his body have reacted like this?
This wasn’t how things were supposed to be. Why did nothing go the way he expected it to? Confused about the state of affairs, Malacia’s panic grew deeper.

“Hey…Malacia,” Lutora cooed.
“W-Wait!”
“Can I enter…? I want to enter,” Lutora asked
“Please… ah, Lutora. Wait a little… just a moment!” Malacia tried to protest, but Lutora was too far gone.
“Sorry, you can get mad at me later.”
“Ah… ahn…! “

Lutora held Malacia’s legs up and then pressed his waist inwards, pressing into Malacia as the priest faced upwards. Lutora’s vigorous penis thrust into the hole that had received countless men before.
A pressure completely different from a finger pushed against Malacia’s insides, and as an unfamiliar feeling surged through him, he cried out.

“Uh… hn…! “
“This-you feel so… good,” Lutora gasped….”
“No st-stop, please don’t— don’t m-move!”
“Malacia…Malacia. You’re tight… tight and hot. Ahh…”

With each subsequent thrust, Malacia’s voice escaped from his throat, and the fever that had seized his body burned ever fiercer.
This shouldn’t have happened. He’d never known it could be like this.
At the very least— at the very least, he could deceive this cute puppy until the very end.
Malacia burst out in forced laughter.

“Malacia…?”
“That— don’t you see? I was just… acting. All of this… just now. Every-everything was—!”

He glanced provocatively at Lutora’s face, who had stopped moving. He sent a daring glare up at Lutora who had stopped moving.
Like he was drunk, Malacia spoke with a heavy tongue that had lost its edge in the fires of fervent passion, spinning his lies.

“You’re just a foolish puppy,” he spat.
“Malacia—”
“Don’t you see?” he sneered. “I’m a professional at faking it, faking that it feels good.”

Lutora was still inside him, and as Malacia gave a derisive snort, the knight just agreed in a hoarse voice and his lips twisted upwards.

“…Is this acting?”

He pushed forward, up against Malacia’s waist, and the tip of his penis prodded Malacia’s depths.

“Ugh…”

As Malacia’s groaned and drew his brows together, Lutora’s teeth sank into Malacia’s cheeks. The bed began to creak once again, resounding loudly within the cloth tent.

“If you say you’re lying, then that’s fine with me. I don’t care, even if you’re acting, I don’t mind. Because the one you’re acting for is me. That’s good enough,” Lutora said as he continued his act of passion.
“Ah…!”
”Because you started this, now there’s no reason for me to ever let you go, and there never will be,” Lutora continued his passionate declaration.
“Ahh… ah..haa…!”
“Malacia, I’m going to cum inside,” Lutora whispered at last.
“Ah… ahhh…!”

Lutora held Malacia tightly by the waist, just in case the priest tried to escape. As Lutora’s desire burst into Malacia’s deep chasm, Malacia’s body grew tense, squeezing every drop of semen out of Lutora.

“Ugh…!”
“Ah, haa, what? I-I what is—!”

Malacia still couldn’t wrap his mind around why his own body was gripping Lutora so tightly, as if it was trying to lap up every drop of Lutora’s desire. As the events caught up to him, tears began to fall from Malacia’s scarlet eyes.

“Malacia…?” Lutora looked at the priest in concern.
“It was… Scary,” Malacia gasped.
“I know,” Lutora replied.
“I’m frightened, Lutora,” Malacia said as his tears rolled down his face.

Malacia’s shoulders trembled, but it wasn’t because he’d finally experienced his first surge of pleasure. What he feared was the unknown, what lay ahead. His emotional distress, the violent changes in his mood were childish and yet endearing. Lutora reached forward, still connected to Malacia’s depths, and wrapped his arms around the priest, holding the trembling man in a gentle embrace.

“Everything is going to be alright. It’s all my fault. Everything is my fault,” Lutora said in a soothing voice.
“Lutora..?” Malacia’s voice came out broken.
“I told you, I’ll take responsibility. That’s why there’s no need to be afraid. Everything is my fault. You don’t need to change a single thing,” Lutora assured him.

What was Malacia supposed to say to that?

“Come here… let me kiss you. I love you, my Malacia.” Lutora said.
“…Ahh.”

As Lutora stroked his head, Malacia clung to him, kissing him deeply, but Lutora’s gaze moved about the room.
Laying on the floor, the two boys were now in the arms of the men originally intended to take Malacia. Even as the men had their way with the boys, the children showed no signs of disgust, letting out rough moans as their bodies were touched.
As for Nasha’s younger brother, Eugene Laturi—
He was seated atop Demetesca’s knee, and as the beast of a man shoved his penis deep inside the boy, Eugene let out an obscene gasp.

“…”

The future waiting for them was not a pleasant one. It was likely something akin to the hell Malacia had gone through, but rather than the partner Lutora had supported for so long or the family of the one he’d once loved, what Lutora held now in his arms was far more precious to him.
That was why. And that was why—
As he continued to hug Malacia in silence, he turned his gaze away from the helpless boys before him.