The Time Has Come!

"I went through all those troubles for this time, and you want to run away now? Not a chance!"

"Wh… What are you saying Sir Huvel?"

"Come, spread your legs and hold them! I'll let you feel the ecstasy."

"Huh?! Sir, don't poke there. I think I have diarrhea because of what you did earlier. Please don't do it anymore. Ah~ S… Sir why are you sucking my … again. Uuu… don't put your finger in again. It's … dirty there. Uh… Ahh~"

As he struggled on the bed, Laurent felt all sort of feelings – embarrassment, pleasure, confusion, pain. But soon he stopped talking and started to relax since it felt good, surprisingly.

Huvel felt that his finger could move better this time. As Laurent started to relax, he put in another finger which went in pretty easily.

"Hmm… Sir Huvel, I feel strange. Let me go to the toilet first," pled Laurent.

"It seems it's about time now!" Huvel was on his own pace and did not care what Laurent said.

He pulled out his fingers and put his already hard thing into where the fingers used to be.

"Ah! Sir, what… AHHH!"

Laurent could not finish his question because Huvel bit his nipple. It was so painful that a drop of tear immediately lingered around the corners of his eyes. When he recovered from the shock, he felt his inside at the bottom was hot and stuffy. He looked down. He saw that the crotch of the young sir was stuck to his hips. And he could not see the 'manhood' of the young sir.

"Don't tell me….. Ah…. Ahh….ahhh…"

Laurent's sight blurred as Huvel thrusted continuously!

"IT HURTS!"

Startled, he tried to kicked Huvel but his legs were caught before they could reach Huvel.

"Don't resist and just be a good boy! You will feel good soon. Believe me." Huvel said as he shoved his thing in.

Laurent felt powerless under Huvel's grip and thrusts. It felt painful every time he tried to sit up. He could do nothing but tried to relax his body. His hands tightly clenched the pillows around him. It became less painful as he relaxed his body. He soon felt somewhat good with each thrust Huvel made.

"Hmm hm… uh… uhhh…."

Laurent shut his mouth. But he could not completely seal the noise of his moans that shamelessly left his throat with each assault of the hot, hard rod inside him. Huvel continued moving his hips without any hesitation for a long time. Only devils might know how many thrusts did he make before he finally reached his climax.

"Huu…"

Huvel rested. Streams of sweat were flowing down his back. His little brother was still staying inside Laurent, rent-free. Laurent looked very unsightly. His medium long hair spread all over the bed. His face looked like he was about to cry in no time. His nipple which was bitten was bright red. His manhood was leaking some precum but already gone soft.

Huvel eventually removed his d*ck from Laurent's *ss and lied beside Laurent.

"How did you feel? Isn't it amazing?" He said playfully.

"….. Go away! Don't talk to me! I'm dying…" Laurent replied weakly after a while.

He felt an emptiness in his *sshole. He was afraid of that strange feeling and afraid of Huvel. He very much wanted to ran away from there immediately. He tried to put down his legs which he held the whole time. However, he remained in the position after learning that it hurt when he put down his legs.

"Ah, this is so humiliating. I want to die." He thought.

"Hmm… I see that you've not finished yet. Let me help you." Huvel reached his hands to Laurent's soft c*ck. "You can let your legs down now, you know?"

"Don't touch me!" Laurent's emotions turned into anger. "Why are you doing all these to me?! ….. Just let me stay this way for a while. You don't need to mind me!"

"Fine, fine. Stay that way if you like." Huvel said.

He then moved to the lower side of the bed and watched Laurent's body with a grin.

"What are you looking at now?!"

Laurent became embarrassed when he realized Huvel was watching him. He decided to leave the room even if his back became very sore.

"Who said you can leave?"

His back became cold when he heard the voice.

"You… you had finished, had you not? Let me leave now!" He begged.

"I thought about letting you go after relieving you. But you seduced me instead of having me relieve you. So why run now?"

Huvel flipped Laurent's body as if he was flipping a pillow. He quickly restrained Laurent's hands and tied them with a rope.

"Don't tell me you are doing it again!" Laurent panicked.

"Exactly! You know your stuff." Huvel whispered into Laurent's ear.

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Huvel put a glass retort flask on the fire. Bubbles formed in the flask after a while. He slowly stirred the paste inside the flask with a glass rod. The glass rod was slightly glowing with while light. He retracted the glass rod and closed the opening of the flask. Green fumes came out from the paste and they condensed in the small tube next to the flask. Huvel succeeded in making a low-tier healing potion!

"The potion makers that spend half of their life to master potion making will be furious if they knew I succeeded my first potion just after some experiments." Huvel chuckled lightly.

He could tell that the potion in the tube was indeed a healing potion. But he could not tell the potency of the potion. He had no injuries on him so he could not test it on himself. Then he remembered Laurent who was bedridden with a sore back and pain in the *ss after their 'passionate first time'. He decided to use the potion on Laurent as he also felt bad for him.

After their intercourse, Huvel promised him that he would pay for the medical fees and that he would not do anything until Laurent recovered. Huvel felt bad that he could not do things with him for some days.

"It's normal for a 'virgin' to suffer a little. But if he did not recover in a week, I would be spending my money for nothing. It would be good for both of us if this potion can heal him!"

With such thought, he entered the guest room where Laurent stayed. The sun was already high but Laurent was still sleeping soundly and defenselessly. Huvel found his long eyelashes and half-opened lips very adorable. He caressed Laurent's soft hair and stared at the tired face.

He then got an idea. He opened the tube and put half of the potion into his mouth. He pressed his lips against Laurent's and transferred the potion. Laurent unconsciously swallowed the potion in his mouth. Huvel wiped the potion that flow out of Laurent's mouth with his finger. He put his finger into Laurent's mouth and played with the tongue.

He poured the remaining potion onto his fingers and Laurent's red, withered cherry blossom.

"Hmm…" Laurent moaned in his sleep.

Huvel's finger entered Laurent's inside and applied the potion on the anal canal. He spread the residual potion on his finger on the withered flower after he finished.

He put the blanket on Laurent before he left the room.