Welcome! As promised here is the long awaited hot and heavy action~ Had so much fun translating thisXD And funnily enough this kinda coincides with the one month anniversary of me beginning to publish this story. I thank everybody who has been enjoying the story, your support keeps me going. Love ya.
Also I think I used all the ten years worth of knowledge gained by reading slash fanfictions, Lgtb novels and other such things to translate the steamy bits in this chapter so that it would sound as hot as possible in English. Japanese way of wording does not always go over well when directly translated to English. For example, the Emperor referring to his prick as ‘his thing’ sounds fine in Japanese, but in English it really doesn’t suit an ancient setting.
Anyways, sorry for the long notes, I know you’re here for the pron. Still, note this was also edited when I was sick so the same warnings apply.
Crossing the room with long strides, he opened the doors leading to an adjourning room. It was a bedroom. In the candlelight, a bed stood out vividly.
While he was overcome with surprise, Sekka was pulled down on the bed. Faster than his body was able to react, his movements were blocked by Kishoh leaning over him. The smoke rising from an incense burner near the pillow swayed in the air, carrying the thick scent of Sandalwood.
Even over clothes he could feel the man's strong physique. Ridiculing the shaking Sekka, Kishoh lifted the corner of his mouth.
"We'll let you relieve Our boredom."
The man he had felt not even a sliver of desire from up till now, what the hell was he speaking of now. While Sekka was distrusting his ears, Kishoh corrected himself with the smile of an evildoer.
"What We meant was, We want you to attend to Us."
"Don't mutter nonsense! Wh…who would do it with someone like you…"
Just as he heard the words 'attend', Sekka's cheeks became as warm as if they were burning.
Because in Ka among the high officials there were those that kept male lovers, and there were Moon Palace priests who had favoured pages, Sekka knew that there existed people with that sort of interest.
However, he had thought it was a world unrelated to him. It was something out of the bounds of his imagination. Or else, did Kishoh really know the secret of this body?
"Indeed. I don't have an interest in men, but…"
While saying that he was not interested in men, Kishoh pinned down Sekka who was squirming to escape. His trained body was full of heavy hard muscles, so Sekka became unable to move about.
"We're curious, why do you arouse such an interest in Us?"
Kishoh's hand slid under the sash holding Sekka's robe. This man, Sekka didn't think Kishoh could feel desire for him. There could be no mistake, this was either Kishoh mocking him or a retribution for their deceptive plan of having him pretend to be the princess.
While Sekka remained confused, Kishoh calmly unfastened the sash, opening the collar of the robe. "That was well thought out," Kishoh murmured in admiration as he saw the deceptive underwear.
Now that it was known that he was not a woman, even if his flat chest was seen it did not matter. However, having it touched was a different matter.
Bundling the resisting Sekka's hands in one of his and pinning them over his head, Kishoh groped about his chest. The hands that could handle not only a writing brush but also armour were rough and bulky. When those hands got caught up on his skin, his back fidgeted.
The Sekka who had decided to become the Moon Emperor had never had sexual relations with another person. Ever since the time he had his first ejaculation, he had seldom experienced masturbation as well. The root of his avoidance of everything related to sex was the disgust he held towards his own body.
Sekka gasped as a man's palm brushed against his protruding chest. He was not a woman, why touch him in such a place? Is it to humiliate him by treating him like a woman?
It was a place he had not at all been aware of up until now. As such it was awfully oversensitive to stimulus.
As the areola of his pale nipples was carefully traced and the protruding tips were gently nudged, his whole body shuddered. Along with pure disgust, there was also a different sensation he had not experienced up till now.
"What are you doing…, let m…me go!"
Breathing shallowly, he tried to shake off the hands pining down his wrists. But the man's hold didn't even slacken a bit.
"They are a bit small and hard to pluck."
Kishoh snorted a bit as if laughing at Sekka's resistance. When the pale pink points on his chest were tightly plucked upwards between two fingers, Sekka was pierced through by a sharp twinge radiating from the area.
Did it ought to be such a sensitive place?
While taken with his doubts, the pointed ends of his nipples were viciously kneaded and pulsed with a burning fever. The sensations were so sharp only because he was nervous. This sort of thing was nothing special.
He tried to convince himself of that, but his body trembled every time the man's fingers wriggled on his chest. A delicate, dangerous sensation seethed from there, fanning Sekka's anxiety.
Being rubbed thoroughly, slowly, a sweet sensation seeped from the affected area of his chest. Even though the only place touched was his chest, why did his whole body tinge with fever?
"Let's make them even bigger, shall we?"
Abruptly Kishoh laid down his head and covered the protruding tips of his chest. At the vivid feel of a wet tongue, his restrained voice trembled.
His tiny nipples were clamped on intensively, and noisily licked, sucked and chewed on, making the throbbing nubs stiffen in a flash. Kishoh also seemed to sense the change as the tip of his tongue felt the flexibility of the pointed ends of his buds.
"Look how hard they've become. What a lovable pair of treats."
He was looking down on him by saying such words on purpose to see Sekka's reaction. Sekka's cheeks boiled in growing humiliation.
When he saw the eyes that were beginning to turn misty glare at him, Kishoh grinned broadly. It was an expression overflowing with the fresh charm of a mature man.
"When we first met, while you were pretending to be a graceful princess, you were also glaring at Us like that. At that time We thought, could this fearless princess really be a man?"
Narrowing his eyes in pleasure, Kishoh traced the insides of Sekka's restrained wrists. Blue veins stood out lightly on his sensitive skin, and shivers travelled through his body at just a touch.
"Let m…me go, if you find fault with me deceiving you by pretending to be my older sister, you better kill me…!"
"What are you saying? How could We carelessly kill the prize We've acquired at such great pains."
His laughter growing increasingly deeper, Kishoh pinned Sekka down with ease. Even if he resisted, his resistance only delighted the man more.
"Our principle is to obtain what We want by any means possible. Whether it be things or people."
A man who proclaims he'll walk the path of military rule. If he did not choose such a route, would he still gain dominion over other countries? Sekka felt his cheeks shudder in deep fear as he was pierced by a pair of eyes carrying a cold light.
"Be obedient. Or don't you care what happens with your maids and the imprisoned soldiers?"
"I won't allow you to hurt them…!"
Sekka glared indignantly at the cowardly threat. But Kishoh was not even a bit perturbed.
"If you do not wish for them to be killed, you have to accompany Us."
If he does not accompany him, this man will probably execute his people without a hint of hesitation. Moreover, he will most likely do it in a brutal way. Kishoh had seized the power of life-and-death over Shohen, Baigyoku and many of the imprisoned soldiers.
For them as well, he could now only bear the disgrace. Biting his lips, he relaxed the hands that had been trying to fling off Kishoh.
Contrary to his unwilling thoughts, as the areola of his faintly protruding nipples was kneaded in circles, he gradually experienced a swelling of a sweet sensation. And as the pointed ends of his nipples were rubbed with pressure, he scowled deeply.
He felt it all, even though there was no swelling of breasts on his chest. Moreover the man humiliating him was the enemy who destroyed his home country and forced his family into death.
He certainly did not wish to admit that the sensation he currently tasted was really pleasant. To escape the reality before his eyes, he squeezed them tightly shut and tried to shut off his awareness. However, Kishoh did not allow Sekka such means of reprieve.
When the end of his left nipple was nudged with the tip of a tongue, Sekka's back bended backwards. The chest which had become pushed out was played with tyrannically as before. The more he tried to divert his attention from there, the sharper the sensation seemed to become.
As the frail protrusion on his chest were rubbed and messily licked up, shameful noises leaked out of him. Even though he was trying to bear it, his bitten lips loosened.
Regardless of the bewildered Sekka himself, his whole body heated like it was attacked by fever. His head felt dim and his thoughts unclear.
"Look. They became such a nice colour."
Kishoh abruptly muttered, in a quiet, eager voice. Sekka was unconsciously steered so that he could look down at his own chest.
The red points of his nipples heaved on his snow white skin. Wetted by male saliva, their shade had gotten stronger, and to Sekka's own eyes they looked extremely obscene.
"They are also nice to touch. Like ripe cherry silverberries."
The plucked nipples were tightly twisted and Sekka's body bent backwards. The hot pain and pleasure caused a shower of sparks, making the area between his legs…get wet with a pooling sound.
Even though only his chest was touched, his lower body experienced such a shameful reaction. It was a situation he found hard to believe. To feel pleasure while being tormented.
"This place seems to be pleased."
"Wrong…that sort of thing…"
His denying voice had no strength. However, he certainly did not want to acknowledge the pleasure he felt.
Kishoh lowered his head over the budding tips of Sekka's chest and sucked the protrusions with a wet sound. He lightly bit into the stretched out, swelling nubs, again making the inner junction between Sekka's legs wet.
He wanted to tell him to stop, but he could not speak normally due to his dishevelled breathing. Both of his nipples were drawn up as one stiff bead was rolled by the tip of a tongue while the other was tormented by fingers. While this was happening, a titillating electric stimulus ran through his body.
Sekka resisted earnestly as he became aware of Kishoh trying to unfasten the ties holding his small clothes in place. If his body was exposed further, his last secret would become known.
"We only teased your chest, and you're already in this condition?"
His resistance was in vain as his small clothes were opened and a man's hand grasped his excited place tightly. It was the first time anybody except doctors had touched him there. His throat rang as he felt the vivid heat of a man's hand.
"Relax. We do not wish to hurt you. We'll amply tease this place and make it better."
The man's hand moved up and down slowly, skilfully stroking him. Scary. Embarrassing. Regardless of the terrified Sekka himself, instead of withering his genitalia that was held in a man's palm happily dripped honey.
He hated this. It could only be humiliating, feeling such pleasure while being played with by the enemy he should detest.
"If you hated this, would this little plaything become like this? Lewd drops of nectar brimming down one after another."
Sneering at Sekka shaking his head in demonstration of refusal, Kishoh traced the tip of Sekka's honeydew mouth with his knuckles like he was drawing a circle. The clueless Sekka who had almost no experience even with masturbation didn't know it was an extremely sensitive place. His slender hips nervously undulated in burning pleasure, while nectar overflowed from the dripping tip.
Even as his awareness was eroded by pleasure, on the inside Sekka was still deeply afraid of his secret being known. He put strength in his thighs and tried to close his legs, all to protect his secret.
"Or, maybe you hate Us teasing you with only Our hand?"
Kishoh grasped his thighs and tried to push his legs open. He could see the depths of his body… Overcome with panic, Sekka frantically fought back.
"I ha..te this, st…stop!"
"Except for Us making it cuter, what else are you afraid of?"
Easily supressing Sekka's earnest defiance, Kishoh took hold of both of Sekka's knees and spread his legs wide left and right. His flushed parts touched open air.
Widening his legs till his crotch cramped, the entirety of his secret was exposed to the man's eyes.
Within the depths of his arousal, behind his standing erection, there were surreptitiously gasping flower lips that by all means shouldn't be there. The pale flesh was faintly moist, looking both innocent and lewd at the same time.
As expected even Kishoh, when faced with Sekka's secret in front of his eyes, showed hints of having his breath taken away in what seemed like surprise.
A skin shuddering silence fell. After a short time, Kishoh just smiled, letting out a long breath.
"It looks like you are the most valuable asset Ka had hidden away."
He knew… Sekka turned his head away, unable to endure the gaze fixed on his compulsory exposed body parts. Tears spilled over and fell from the tightly closed corners of his eyes.
He possessed sexual organs of both genders, this was Sekka's biggest secret and greatest shame.
He had not confessed it to Shohen and Baigyoku either. They both thought Sekka was an average male. After he'd escaped the Royal Castle following his mother's order, he'd been even more scared of the secret of his body being exposed than the fact he was not the princess being known.
And now this secret had become known to Kishoh in the worst way possible.
The secret he was going to protect till his death was exposed by the bitter enemy who destroyed his family. Could he be disgraced any more than this?
…he no longer wanted to live.
Since the downfall of Ka, he had been able to survive relying on his desire for revenge, but now he no longer cared about maintaining himself.
Faster than he could bite his tongue, his lower jaw was seized by Kishoh who had sensed his intentions. Wrenching his lips open with brute force, he thrust his thumb inside of Sekka's mouth.
"Cut out such foolish behaviour."
Unable to even kill himself…Sekka succumbed to despair and glared at Kishoh. As petty revenge, he bit into the finger that had been pushed in his mouth.
The taste of rusted steel filled his mouth. Although he could probably bite off his finger, Kishoh only slightly knitted his eyebrows.
"If you kill yourself, the maids and prisoners will follow after you. On top of that your corpse will be left exposed in the main square of Einei. The fact that the Prince of Ka country Sekka had a very rare body will be widely known among the neighbouring countries of the midlands."
Sekka gasped at the ruthless words. Did he have to suffer further disgrace after death? If his remains were put up as a spectacle at Yoh's capital and his situation became household knowledge among the people, he could not stand to apologize to his mother and family.
Kishoh withdrew his finger from the depths of Sekka's mouth through a gap made when Sekka flinched. Because Sekka had bitten it, the middle part of the thumb oozed blood.
"You dare to injure Us, the Emperor of Yoh?"
Checking the mouth of the wound, he smiled with squinted eyes. To tell the truth, to a man like him it probably seemed like he'd been scratched with the claws of a kitten.
"In return for Our blood you'll compensate with your flesh."
As his cheek was grasped, face-to-face, he was pierced through by a pair of fathomlessly dark eyes. In the second that the male face occupied the field of his vision, the man stole his lips.
Hot. He shook in surprise at the feel of a man's lips touching his as his face was pressed down like the man was afraid to let him escape. The crevice between his lips was wrenched open and a wet tongue invaded it.
The owner's impudent tongue crept about the insides of his mouth. Arresting his escaping tongue, he let out a groan as he sucked it till it became numb.
For Sekka who had avoided contact with other people, this was his first kiss. The insides of his mouth were devoured greedily, while he remained blissfully confused about what's what.
By all rights he did not think the feeling was all bad. However, his head gradually became dazed as the hot wet tongue played around in his mouth, tormenting such easy to feel places like his palate and the back of his gums. The stiffness of Sekka's body vanished as he was melted by the heat of the kiss.
His chest struggled as his lips were finally released. In his field of vision blurry from heat, the sight of Kishoh burying his face between his legs was reflected.
"N…no, Sto…stop…hii, …uu"
A wet slippery tongue twined around his flower stem and it was once again wrapped around in heat.
This was a hard to believe act. The overbearing man who'd boasted about being the Emperor to him, why was he holding such an unclean part of his body in his mouth…
He was overwhelmed by the combination of shock and shame, as well as the intense pleasure. Unable to bear it, Sekka reached the peak just like that.
As if by instinct he pushed up his hips and released the proof of his climax. However, instead of taking his mouth away, Kishoh held Sekka's jade stalk even deeper in his throat.
He gasped in burning ecstasy, as his gushing nectar was sucked up. He seemed to melt into goo from his waist down.
The peak continued on and on. Letting the thoughts of Kishoh being his detested enemy or the carnal desire he'd just released in that man's mouth go, he let his body just quiver in satisfaction.
Squeezing him till the last drop, finally Kishoh raised his head. He wiped his vividly wet mouth with the back of his hand.
"Though this is Our first time drinking something like this, the flavour is not bad."
Hearing Kishoh mutter in strange satisfaction, Sekka returned to himself. Even though this man had done it by his own will, he felt like he was guilty of doing something unexpectedly crude.
"Seeing how quickly your toy reached its peak, it seems like you rarely console yourself this way, right?"
His secret parts laid exposed as his legs were spread widely by his seized knees. His body that was melting with the aftertaste of climax, felt so powerless it seemed like it did not belong to him.
"Really, have you ever been touched?"
Sekka shook his head in denial as he trembled, when the flower lips underneath the flower steam and the pair of somewhat small balls felt the touch of man's finger.
There was no reason for him to be touched like that. Sekka could only detest that part of him, the organ that gave it away that he was also a woman.
Loosening the secret lips, the inner depths protected by the flower petals touched the open air. He felt something dripping thickly from there. Disgusting. In this situation he had no experience with his skin stood up in goosebumps.
"Your flower seems to be getting wetter earnestly."
Kishoh hid his finger in the depths of his female genitalia. After he had followed the shape of his flower petals as if ascertaining them, he inserted the tip of his finger inside.
Without hesitation, out of his throat came a noise of complaint at the pain. His whole body trembled in rejection. Though it was merely the tip of a finger inside of him, the fear and pain made him feel like somebody was probing an open wound.
"So narrow…would more than this be impossible?"
Kishoh frowned as his fingertip felt resistance. Surprisingly, he quickly withdrew the finger, when he saw the shaking and pale figure of Sekka.
"Later, We'll spend time getting this little hole accustomed. So that it instantly gets lewdly wet and cannot help desiring Us."
Just as Sekka had begun to relax, Kishoh told him a frightening thing. There was no reason to think he could become so shameful. Kishoh snorted as Sekka shook his head in denial.
"Instead, tonight We will tease this place."
Sekka jumped in surprise, when the narrow place hidden between his buttocks was traced. Even though he knew of the existence of male love, he had no comprehension of the specifics of the act.
"You really know nothing."
Kishoh smiled broadly, snorting. The man's gaze softened, not in astonishment at Sekka's innocence, but like he couldn't stop himself from smiling wryly at it.
"Here, you will receive Us."
Sekka was speechless. Impossible. There is no way that you can do that. While he was in a state of shock, Kishoh picked up a small bottle near his bedside. It was a beautiful glass bottle the colour of lapis lazuli that resembled wares from the western regions.
"This is an aphrodisiac We've used in Our harem since a long time ago. It can drive pure virgins mad with the highest pleasure. It will probably please you as well."
Could he bear the use of such dubious medicine? Writhing like he was trying to run away, he froze at Kishoh's words.
"Did you forget about your maids and soldiers? The lives of those people are in Our hands."
With that man, there was no way that was just an idle threat. Since he'd used his people as pretext, Sekka had no choice but to follow the man.
"We promise We won't treat you bad if you behave."
His legs were spread by his seized knees, and the aphrodisiac was dribbled on his exposed lower flower. A thick liquid smelling of flowers trickled in the valley between his mounds of flesh.
The feeling of the viscous liquid sluggishly crawling over his skin was unpleasant. Then a male finger covered in the aphrodisiac thrust into his wet dripping flower bud.
He grasped the bedding tightly, not wanting to let out a cry at the unpleasant feeling. He could not resist and he could not kill himself. The Sekka at this moment could only bear the humiliation.
"Should We put more strength into it? Our length won't fit in this space."
While teasing the stiff Sekka, Kishoh's fingers roved deeper with impossible strength. Despite it being a foreign body, the wet finger sunk in smoothly without a thought.
It smeared his inner walls with the slippery aphrodisiac. Just as Sekka thought he'd remove the finger, more medicine was added and the finger pushed back in again.
As the action was repeated numerous times, the mucus membrane was gradually tinged with heat. In time it changed into something like a throbbing, pulsing twinge. Was this the effect of the aphrodisiac?
"Look how nice it became. Your insides are twitching."
No, he was wrong. Sekka shook his head, denying the mysterious burning sensation he was experiencing. However, as a spot inside of his body was touched by the man's finger, Sekka let out an unbecoming flirtatious voice.
His back bent backwards and his hips rose wilfully. It was like he was possessed by something. While the man's finger rubbed the spot, his reeling hips bent back and forth loosely and he let out shameful noises.
"You seem to be feeling it here. Dripping from pleasure."
As he was tormenting his insides with a finger, Kishoh slid his hand on Sekka's soaring male part. Despite the fact that part had not been touched since he ejaculated, it had stood up due to only the stimulation applied to his backside.
"You're a lewd one, sordidly getting wet everywhere."
His inexperienced flower lips were tickled, letting sexual fluids trickle down in abundance. Up till now, he had never experienced such a shameful reaction. The filthy wetness was detestable. However, no matter how repugnant it felt and how he tried to restrain himself, he could do nothing.
It was definitely the fault of the aphrodisiac. He could only think this way. Else, how could he release such a foreign to his own ears sound as the man who was his enemy teased his shameful places?
"So, let Us add another finger."
Accompanied by a feeling of suppression, the number of fingers increased to two. Due to the effects of the licentious medicine, his melting insides swallowed it easily.
The knuckles of the inserted fingers kneaded the weak spot that had been discovered. While he was lost in thought, his loosely moving tunnel was expanded, and the great perturbing gave Sekka agony.
With the current state of his inner walls no matter where he was stimulated, he felt a distinct pleasure. Contrary to his obstinately refusing heart, his body received the bestowed pleasure with joy.
While he was teasing his lower flower, Kishoh was working Sekka's flower stem hard, and rolling the pointed ends of his chest with his tongue, endlessly tormenting Sekka. Being bestowed such pleasure without any time to take a breath, Sekka's consciousness was fading to white.
"It's very hard for your sensitive places, right?"
Wrapping a large palm around the dripping wet erection, Kishoh combed it from the root. Sekka had not known such intense pleasure. While he felt hazy due to the previously received ecstasy, the fingers accustoming his backside grew to three. He was teased by the movement of the fingers that were piercing his insides and churning his soft walls with the borrowed wetness of the aphrodisiac.
"You've melted considerably."
The weak spot of his channel was persistently pressed and Sekka's body bent back like a bow. As he experienced the mind melting sensation, he came lightly.
"It feels like you are trying to bite off Our fingers. We can see you enjoyed that a lot."
Kishoh smiled wryly as he pressed his fingers harder while also seeming to withdraw them. He became powerless as he melted from the feeling, to the point that even opening his mouth was difficult. While Sekka was in this state of senselessness, his legs were seized and boiling heat was placed between the two mounds of round flesh.
"Are fingers not enough anymore? Then, let Us enter."
A shudder ran over him as his sensitive place felt a man's heat and hardness. If such a thing was done, not only will he have to yield to the pleasure, he will be completely subjugated.
More than the disgraceful humiliation, a fear of his self being overthrown, of his dignity and self-respect being done away with thoroughly rose in him.
A pitiable entreaty fell from his mouth. He did not wish to expose himself to more ridicule than this. However, if he died, his remains would not only be turned into a spectacle, Shohen and Baigyoku and the soldiers would end up involved as well.
He wanted to sever his life. …but, he couldn't.
"Don't worry. We will please you as well."
Unaware of Sekka's conflict, Kishoh declared haughtily and pressed his sturdy hips forward. He thrust his jutting length in the gaped opening of his chrysanthemum bud that was wetted by the medicine like a wedge.
"Relax yourself and accept us."
The ferocious thing prized open his lower flower bud and rubbing his soft inner walls, he plunged forward forcefully. Although Sekka felt considerably oppressed, the pain he had prepared himself for did not come.
On the contrary, his soft flesh smeared with the licentious medicine stuck to the invader rigidly, seemingly happy, and swallowed it down by itself. The intense feeling of his inner walls that were burning in agony with the flames of desire being rubbed by a hard gun barrel made his awareness fade to white.
As he took his time, Kishoh slowly sank his swelling flesh of overwhelming length inside. Because of that his narrow mucous membrane was pushed open and he tasted the distinct sensation of it being filled to its capacity.
"Aa…Aaa, no…more, it's impossible…"
Unbelievably, the sturdy length penetrated him to his very depths. It made him think there would be no end to this. He was afraid of being wrecked.
"You say it is impossible? You're swallowing Us so well."
Muttering in a strange but gentle voice, Kishoh caressed the abundantly anguished Sekka's cheek. Contrary to his boiling desire, he still seemed composed, and the forward movement of his hips lacked impatience.
"Just a little bit more."
It felt like the scorching heat had been pushed up till his throat. While Sekka's breathing got feeble, answering to his plea, Kishoh coaxed him in a particularly sweet voice.
Kishoh submerged himself to the root, an indecent sound emerging with the action. Rubbing against the tightly pressing and wrapping inner walls, a numbing pleasure was produced.
So deep… Curving his white neck, Sekka bore the overflowing of the almost painful sensation. In the depths of his body the man's pulsing part throbbed.
"Your insides are sticking to Us perfectly. Despite it being your first time, your body is good at memorizing."
Although he'd claimed otherwise, because Kishoh's movements had stopped, Sekka also understood the state of the inner parts of his body. While his flower creases dampened by the aphrodisiac shamefully squirmed, they tasted the male core they were holding deep within them.
"You are perfectly disheveled."
As his impeccably tight walls were rubbed by the lightly rocking heat it caused Sekka thrilling pleasure. Looking down at Sekka writhing in carnal pleasure he had never known, Kishoh started up a rhythm.
Was sexual intercourse between people really such a vivid, wretched thing? Being violated in such an improbable place, it caused him pleasure to the point of repulsion. It was like a bad dream.
Unable to accept the happenings that had awoken in his body, outside of Sekka's will, his body covetously lusted for the pleasure. His slender waist bent back and forth, following the male stamen that was slowly slipping out from him.
Withdrawing till only the tip remained inside, in a flash, Kishoh slapped his hips forward. The indecent sound of the ripe fleshy fruits smashing against Sekka's buttocks reverberated in the bedroom.
All this, it was hard to bear. And yet, why did the pleasure have to intensify in proportion to the bashfulness and humiliation?
With Kishoh moving back and forth repeatedly like he was feeling around for something deep inside of him, shivers ran over Sekka in pleasure. And as the jutting tip scrapped his walls, a tense shriek escaped.
"It seems your insides are feeling it."
With their bodies being connected so deeply, he could not dodge receiving the pleasure. As his melting soft walls trembled in pleasure, Kishoh's male organ jumped into the fray pursuing further ecstasy.
"Feeling such a thing for the first time, what are you going to do from now on?"
Happy at Sekka's lewd reaction, Kishoh asked him in a voice lacking any hint of rejection. Although his way of speaking was mortifying and embarrassing, the core of Sekka's body throbbed and squeezed him tightly.
"…amazing. It looks like you're eating Us up."
Letting out a gasp, Kishoh murmured in a heated voice. Sekka's senses were stimulated by the ticklish sensation of the man's breath dampening his skin.
Kishoh broke him in with long strokes of his hips. As the speed and depth of the thrusts that were playing with him was increased, Sekka gripped his hair in pleasurable agony. Numerous flashes ran behind his closed eyelids.
"You seem to like this spot. Look."
As the previously discovered weak spot was touched by the swelling tip, his back bent backwards like it was drawing an arc. While that spot was tortured, Sekka felt like he's becoming unlike himself.
He was prepared to run, but his hips were seized and pulled back, and his weak spot was grinded on. His spread inner thighs convulsed in pleasure and it made his toes curl.
"Sto…p, Aa, Aa, that place…"
His whole body was encroached by pleasurable heat, so much so his skin seemed to emit it. Sekka shook in agony like a kitten in heat, he was not sure if he wanted to escape from this pleasure or embrace it and ask for more.
Kishoh was terrifyingly skillful. Sekka was disheveled by the varying strength and timing of the rhythmic thrusts plunging inside of him. The bestowed pleasure seemed just about endless. The ecstasy that had crossed his limit by now was like the tortures of hell.
He wanted it to end already. Sekka's hand rose and stretched towards his own desire. Without being able burst open, his overly stimulated stem had been dripping with tears of joy since a while ago. As if he had completely lost control of himself.
"Are you going to comfort yourself?"
When Kishoh pointed it out, Sekka finally noticed what he had been trying to do. He rapidly reddened and tried to remove his hand from himself, but he was pinned down from above by Kishoh's hand.
As his depths were dug around in with considerable strength, Sekka finished with a flirtatiously strained voice. His flower stem that was immobilized by a hand shuddered and white nectar shot out.
"N…o, not yet…, Aa, Aaa, Aaa…"
Despite coming… Without giving him time to soak in the afterglow, Kishoh pushed up. During this a heated feeling ran through Sekka and his haughty desire spilled thick nectar.
"You're tightening so well…"
Satisfied by the pressure of Sekka's insides, Kishoh's eyes closed partly displaying a captivating expression. On account of returning the favour, the man fervently removed his male rod and put it in till Sekka's field of vision got blurry.
The parts engaged in the action that they were connected by were as hot as a hearth. Despite his consciousness melting down, he vividly perceived his soft walls that were wrapping and squeezing Kishoh's maleness squirming like they were licking their lips.
"We'll let it out inside of you. As a mark of Our property."
Sekka was taken aback by the man's heated whisper. He had been conquered inside and out. Immobilizing the trembling in fear Sekka, Kishoh applied the final pressure. At times, his stiff lower part was rubbed, bringing about unexpected pleasure.
As Sekka's core was stabbed quickly and vigorously, pleasure pierced his brains like an arrowhead. In response to the feeling of Sekka tightening, Kishoh's beastly part once again increased in size.
Sekka let out an immodest whine as he was pushed into with powerful, striking movements. An extraordinary ecstasy welled up in the depths of his body, and Sekka reached the peak while exclaiming flirtatiously.
A cloudy substance shot in the air as the deeply striking rigid organ inside him was tightly swallowed. The flower lips between his legs twitched and trembled, an abundant amount of sweet liquid dripping from them.
Kishoh groaned faintly as he drew Sekka's inner walls that were constricting in climax to their limit. His haughty desire pulsed till its limit and furiously burst.
He nailed Sekka's innermost depths with a spray of scorching heat. Influenced by the stimulation caused by the copious amount of fluid being pumped into him, Sekka also reached climax again.
"N…o, Aa, Aaa…inside, me…"
The strange sensation of the insides of his body being forcefully soaked made Sekka shudder. From inside of his body came a feeling of overwhelming exaltation that made him feel like his insides were being remolded.
"This is the seed the concubines of the Inner Palace desire till they are in tears. Swallow it all."
Kishoh did not stop taking his length out and putting it back in even while ejaculating. He insistently manipulated Sekka's hips so to seal up his delicate creases, spreading the proof of his ownership through the depths of his body.
Rubbing the just climaxed slippery inner walls, in succession, an eruption of desire occurred. The sordidly dripping soaring stalk sprang up and flower liquid licentiously spread from it.
"You were pleased again? With this, how many times have you climaxed? Even though this is your first time, you are very lascivious."
Even though Kishoh was jeering him by calling him loose, Sekka's voice had already lost all uprightness. While Sekka's breathing was disheveled with heat, his twitching body quivered.
"This place is also soaking wet."
Between the slovenly stretched out legs, the twitching flower petals that had been reverberating in climax were relaxing. The parts had turned a deep hue and were brimming with abundant amount of sexual fluid.
"At some point, We are going to pour it here as well. Till you get amply swollen."
He was horrified. Although it was wrong to say Sekka was completely male, as a woman he was also defective. He probably couldn't get pregnant. To begin with, he did not think his immature organ could receive that man's terrifying animal part.
As he took hold of Sekka's legs again, Kishoh pushed up slowly. He had achieved a hearty release, but still, the robust rod had maintained its rigid state.
"The night is long. Let us have more fun."
"St…o, Aa, wai…, Hii…Aa, Uuu…"
While the lingering memory of climax had yet not faded, a new desire was awakened as Sekka's amply wet soft walls were rubbed. As Kishoh thrust his rod, the fluid he had released seemed to pervade Sekka's mucous membranes.
…this thing, Sekka hated it. But, despite hating…
Why had he lost his head over pleasure, in spite of it being the first time his body was pierced and the fact that he was disgraced by the man who had caused his family's death? Right after he thought it was vexing, the deeply thrusting male core stirred his insides and he gushed out flirtatious sounds.
His conscience grew hazy due to the unpardonable pleasure as he was made love to without being given time to rest.
He had reached the peak many times, fainting and coming to his senses from the continued sensations.
Kishoh was frightfully vigorous. Using pleasure, he had subjugated Sekka till exhaustion.
His pride as a prince was snatched away and his secret exposed.
Running away from the harsh reality, Sekka fell into the abyss of pleasure.
Is it only me or has the room gotten really hot?…he he
There’s still a little part of third chapter left, I’ll put it up next week. I’m working on the 4th chapter, but it’s going slow since it’s full of harem related words that I have to look up in Japanese. And I’ve been playing Minecraft and listening to a few new LGTB audio-books. Both are equally to blame for the snail pace.
Also, I know this is a bit whiny, but I’ve noticed that this novel has a lot of negative 1 votes on Novelupdates and it threw me for a loop, since I’ve received no complaints. All I could think of was that somebody didn’t notice that this was a Yaoi story and got all pissy when they realized it. *shrugs*
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