Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 277: Overwhelming Surrender

But the more he relaxed, the more freely Laxus moved, creating a vicious cycle.

"Ahh! Hic, hngh!"

Something was wrong with his voice.

From earlier, he hadn’t been able to form proper words, only letting out meaningless sounds instead.

He wanted to tell Laxus to wait.

He wanted to ask for an explanation of the situation.

But the more things spiraled beyond his understanding, the more confusion took over, making his mind even more of a mess.

"Ha... ha... so cute... Rocco, you’re so cute... mm, I love you, I love you."

"Ah!? Nngh, hyaah!"

"Your mouth... open your mouth... mm, let’s kiss, let’s kiss."

"Mmph! Nngh, mm—!"

Rocco’s body jolted with each deep, relentless thrust, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the space.

Despite the merciless movements, Laxus went even further, forcefully demanding a kiss.

As the tip of Laxus’s giant dragon pressed insistently against Rocco’s deepest point, their lips crashed together in a kiss that felt more like devouring than affection.

It wasn’t a gentle exchange—it was consuming, overwhelming.

Laxus’s mouth swallowed his completely, teeth grazing, tongue exploring every inch with fervent intensity.

"Ah—wait, mmph!"

Between the suffocating kiss, Rocco barely managed to let out a strained plea.

Mustering the last of his strength, he weakly lifted his trembling hand and pressing them against Laxus’s arms in a desperate attempt to push him away.

In response, Laxus slowed down slightly, the ferocity of his kiss easing, but he didn’t stop.

Even as his grip remained firm, he continued placing softer kisses against Rocco’s lips, all while his gaze bore into him with an almost possessive intensity.

"Hmm...? What is it? Mmh, kiss... ngh..."

"Ha... haah, it’s... too much... I can’t breathe...!"

Rocco desperately tried to convey his distress, and finally, it seemed like Laxus understood.

The relentless movements inside his body came to a halt, and the deep kisses stopped as well.

A wave of relief washed over him as he exhaled shakily, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.

Just as he thought he could finally catch his breath, Laxus suddenly shifted, propping himself up.

Then, with deliberate slowness, he began to stroke Rocco’s lower abdomen.

"Ah... ngh..."

"Heh... look at that," Laxus murmured, amusement lacing his voice. "You can see my giant dragon right here, all swollen up. Good job. I wonder if your body’s finally memorized my shape."

"Ah—stop, stop it...! Don’t—don’t move!"

Rocco had thought Laxus was giving him a break, but instead, he felt a slow, teasing motion.

As Laxus continued to gently rub his stomach, the movements inside him resumed—this time, not with the same violent intensity as before, but with a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent his mind reeling.

A deep, rolling pressure replaced the rough thrusts from earlier, sending waves of sensation through his already overstimulated body.

Desperately, Rocco shook his head, pleading for it to stop.

But Laxus only smiled at him, a gentle, almost affectionate expression on his face as he gave a small nod.

"See? I stopped. I’m not thrusting in and out, not slamming into you," Laxus cooed, pressing himself deeper. "I’m just grinding... see? Right against that sweet spot of yours."

"Aah—ahh! Ngh, hah...!"

Technically, Laxus wasn’t lying.

But that didn’t make it any less unbearable.

But... but isn’t this still the same thing?

Pressing in deep like that, grinding against that spot on purpose—wasn’t that still doing it?

"Hiuu—! Ah, ahh—! Kuhh, nn—!"

Rocco’s thoughts, which had been on the verge of returning to a calm state, were abruptly pulled back.

His mind, once again, became soft and useless, unable to function properly.

After all, there was a sudden, squelching pressure—grinding against a sensitive spot as if deliberately crushing it.

It felt as though he was being denied the right to regain his composure, as if an overwhelming force was subduing him, demanding that he surrender to foolishness.

As his vision swirled in confusion, Laxus suddenly muttered something under his breath.

"Hmm... just a little more, maybe."

As Rocco gasped uncontrollably, lost in disorientation, Laxus suddenly grabbed his waist and effortlessly rolled him over, laying him down on his stomach.

Rocco was crushed flat like a frog, and before he could react, someone pressed down on him from behind, clinging tightly as if refusing to let him escape.

All the while, Laxus’s giant dragon remained inside him, rubbing against his insides with every movement, forcing uncontrollable cries from his lips.

"Aah... ah... wh-what...?"

Just as exhaustion was beginning to weigh heavily on Rocco, making his eyelids droop with impending sleep, he felt it—something slipping out, leaving him momentarily drained.

Maybe, finally, it was over.

This terrifying, incomprehensible act... had it finally come to an end?

The moment he let out a relieved breath, it happened—like a sudden ambush.

A sharp, overwhelming shock struck him, accompanied by a wet, obscene sound.

Once again, that unbearable sensation of being impaled from within took hold of him.

"—Hhng!? Ah... ahh...? Ha... eh...?"

The words Isn’t it over? never managed to leave his lips.

The sheer abruptness of it left him frozen, eyes wide in shock.

"You’re doing great. This is the last one, just a little more, okay? After I finish inside once, we’ll take a break."

"H-hah... eh...? Wha... wha...?"

His hands were tightly held, and his nape was nipped and licked repeatedly.

Being pinned down from behind, Rocco could do nothing as the promised "last time" began—an intense, relentless pace, as if rushing toward the final stretch.

"Aah... ahh, hngh...! Hyaah!?"

"—Hah... ahh... hah..."

"Ugh... ahh! Hngh!? Hhng...—!! Ngh!?"

Each thrust was unbearably heavy, echoing with obscene, wet sounds.

The force of every movement was overwhelming, repeated over and over.

His voice had long since grown hoarse, his consciousness flickering in and out.

And yet, each time his hips were slammed into, each deep grind forcing him open, his mind was dragged back from the edge of unconsciousness.

Laxus, lost in peak arousal, he wrapped his arms tightly around Rocco’s thighs, pulling him in completely.