I gasped and stiffened. Each time he touched the area around my anus I could feel the movement of his p*nis pushing down with more and more force, stinging my hole.

Cane moaned softly with each thrust into my p*ssy, increasing the pressure on my an*s.

It was such a strange sensation. His hand rubbing my other hole tickled me more and more, perhaps because I was so pierced.

Cane pulled his hand away for a moment. Then he picked up the tub of gel he’d put aside and squeezed the last of it between my b*ttocks. The cold gel slid against my skin and trickled down. I winced at the cold texture but was even more surprised by Cane’s firm touch as he quickly followed it up with a thrust into my arse.

“Argh! Ugh, Cane! Wait! Ha… it hurts…”

“It doesn’t hurt. Mmm.”

Relaxing his hips, he slid his p*nis into my p*ssy and slipped a finger into my back hole. The hard finger dug deep, aided by the slippery gel.

It didn’t hurt, as Cane had said. But it felt strange, a finger in a place that had never been penetrated by a foreign body before. He moved his p*nis very slowly. He raised my hips off my almost collapsed body, as if trying to find some kind of erogenous zone, and slowly inserted his p*nis into my c*nt hole, plunging, plunging, plunging.

And at the same time, the finger in my arse moved slowly. I could hear the gel and the hole rubbing against each other, click, click, click.

His thick fingers had penetrated a hole that I had thought was impossible for anything to enter and were sliding in and out at will.

There was no vivid sensation of pleasure, just a strong downward tingling sensation from his p*nis, and his finger in my arse was just a foreign object, not much more. It was more of a mental shame and immorality.

“See, it doesn’t hurt… Hmph…”

Cane grinned, his p*nis thrusting in and out. The spreading wall of flesh brought me relentless pleasure. The slow pace of his movements was tantalizing. I felt like I was going to climax at any moment. I was panting and rocking my hips before I knew it.

“Two, now.”

He whispered conspiratorially. What? I thought, my head dazed with pleasure.

Then suddenly I felt the pressure on my bottom increase. I felt the unfamiliar sensation of my two holes being squeezed tightly together from the bottom up.

“I have my finger up your arse, Doctor, and you can feel my c*ck sliding in and out of your hole.”

Cane fondled his an*s as he muttered obscenities. He poked and prodded here and there in the cramped confines, twisting and turning.

I tried to ignore the strangeness of it all. I concentrated on the p*nis slowly sliding in and out of my p*ssy. The sensation of my body opening and closing my hole with each thrust and then closing it with a slurp as I slid back out was so erotic and good.

I moaned and bucked my hips at the pleasure that surged through my brain.

“Ah… here.”

Cane’s hand stroked my arse quickly, deeply, as if in recognition. The slow thrust of his c*ck stopped.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!”

There was no more movement to stimulate my p*ssy hole, just the texture of a tightly clenched p*nis, and white fire flashed in front of my eyes every time his fingers poked at the spot in my anus.

“Good thing it’s closer than I thought. If it was deep, I’d have to pull my c*ck out of your hole to get another instrument, ahem, out. Ha, f*ck so tight.”

I moaned in pleasure, wiggling his fingers inside my arse.

“Ahh, uh, uh!”

The climax was different. I felt a trickle of intercourse fluid ooze out of my p*ssy, but rather than an org*sm, it was more like a series of jolts of pleasure of such intensity that it hit my brain.

“Ha… it’s so good…”

I swayed my hips in time with his hand.

“Doctor, that’s so naughty. Ha… I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

As he squeezed out more of the gel, a spurt of cold liquid dripped down the junction of his finger and anus. The cold gel quickly turned lukewarm as it met my hot body temperature.

The obscene sound continued: thrust, thrust, swallow, swallow.

“Can three fingers fit in here?”

As if he were genuinely curious, Cane began to insert another finger into my an*s, which was already so full it seemed to be tearing apart. It hurt. But the pleasure was as great as the pain, and the pain and pleasure mixed, sending shivers up and down my body.

The tip of his finger rubbed and dug deep into a spot. I trembled and continued to pour out my love juice.

Cane occasionally let out a faint moan as his p*nis was constantly squeezed by the rocking v*ginal walls in response to the stimulation.

“Oh, no. I can’t take it.”

Cane stopped his fingers, his hand in my arse, and bucked his hips.

“Ha!”

I shouted, twisting my waist.

That was the beginning. Cane thrust his d*ck like an animal.  Puck, puck, puck, puck, puck, his c*ck slammed into my tight, wet v*ginal walls, ej*culating in and out.

“Ah, huh, yeah! Huh!”

My legs were spread. My thighs, barely supporting my body, were shaking. As he thrust his p*nis in, my body, which had been pushed out, followed him back to its original position as he withdrew.

The finger stuck in my an*s also moved back and forth slightly with the shaking. I couldn’t stand it any longer.

“Ugh, huh, huh, huh!”

I closed my eyes tightly and cl*maxed. Cane’s p*nis continued to thrust into my throbbing v*gina. His p*nis buried itself in the twitching v*ginal walls and then withdrew.

“Ha, good, my v*ginal folds are s*cking c*ck and going crazy. Ha, huh…!”

Cane swayed his hips in a trance. Plop, plop, plop, I was being poked like crazy.

“You know what? Doctor, ugh, right now my as$hole is throbbing too. Haa…!”

I couldn’t help but notice. Every cell in my body was shaking and twitching. I felt like I was dancing with excessive pleasure.

After a few more thrusts, Cane let out a low moan and began to ej*culate as he pushed his c*ck deep inside me. His hot breath poured over my shoulder and into my ear.

“Hmph, that, oh, that bastard, hmph, you’ve got a lot chewed up here.”

He ran a sticky hand somewhere on my shoulder.

“Aah!!!”

I moaned. At the same time, Cane opened his mouth and bit my shoulder hard. It hurt like hell. Not even the electric pleasure rising from my p*ssy could mask the pain.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Cane!”

I screamed, shaking my shoulders. But he continued to press down on my body, thrusting his c*ck into me and licking savagely at my bitten shoulder.

Only after a while did my ragged breathing calm down. I lay on my stomach, dead as a doornail.

Kane continued to l*ck and s*ck my shoulder and neck and stroke his c*ck inside my hole, but I had no strength to move.

I was more exhausted than ever. The fingers that had been probing my an*s had long since slipped out. It was a pleasure that made me lose all sense of reason. I had a vague memory of saliva dripping from the corners of my open mouth during s*x, which I kept wiping on the sheets. I wanted to clean myself up, but I was so tired I wanted to sleep.

“Cane, I’m tired.”

My voice was broken and strained. Cane pulled away from me and at the same time, his p*nis slid out. The sensation of the thick shaft leaving my body made me shiver.

“Doctor, are you asleep?”

I felt Cane’s hand on my shoulder. It was as if someone had tied weights to my eyelids and pulled them down to the ends of the earth. I couldn’t open my eyes.

***

Suddenly I woke up. I had been dreaming. It was a dream about the first time I met Theo. The person who introduced him to me was Marquis Fiorne, a well-known figure in Arkel’s social circles. He was the commander of the military unit that Theo often inspected.

No one in Arkel knew that Theo suffered from dissociative identity disorder. Marquis Fiorne had introduced me to him because of Theo’s problems with insomnia.

It was Theo who first told me about his condition. He did so with a calm expression and a charming smile.

“The other personality’s name is Noel,” he said in such a calm voice that I almost felt like I was on a blind date.

Why was I suddenly dreaming about that moment? It seemed so random.

My whole body ached as if I had been beaten. Someone must have cleaned me up, because I didn’t feel sticky or uncomfortable. The dirty sheets had been removed and thrown carelessly on the floor, leaving me face down on the bare mattress. As I tried to get up, a sharp pain shot up my back.

“Ugh…”

I exhaled sharply and collapsed back onto the bed. Memories came flooding back. I had passed out after having s*x with Cane.

The light Noel had brought in last night was still illuminating the room and my discarded clothes were strewn across the floor. Cane was nowhere to be seen.

Still lying flat on the bed, I turned my head to check the time.