RGS Vol 8 Part 1

Dragon (2)

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Roster smiled and placed his hand over his left chest.

“Heart. The heart is what matters. If the heart is moved, there’s no need for any ultimate caress, the person is already yours, Your Majesty. If someone is completely in love with you, Your Majesty’s pride doesn’t matter. So, you need to confirm this with Lord Abel first.”

Karas still didn’t fully understand Roster’s words. His final conclusion was also unclear.

“You just need to see if Lord Abel’s heart races whenever he sees Your Majesty. If it does, then every action he takes has only one reason. Because he likes Your Majesty too much.”

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Thump, thump.

Abel’s heart was now pounding like the sound of drums on a battlefield. The tension surged throughout his entire body, akin to desperation before a battle began. He didn’t even have a moment to gauge how embarrassing his unintentional confession was. All he could do was hope for it to end. That’s all he could hope for—to endure the helpless trembling until it passed.

So, he didn’t immediately realize when the person holding him so tightly had stopped moving at some point. The large hand that had been gripping his hair had loosened, becoming as still as a statue. The hands that had roughly held his arms from behind also seemed to have lost some strength. Abel could now escape if he wanted to, but neither of them moved.

Haah, haah, haah.

At some point, his own breathing began to ring louder than his heartbeat. As the silence grew longer, Abel’s senses slowly came back to reality one by one. He felt the solid body pressed against his back like a wall, the hands clasping his arms passing through his chest, and the hand that was still touching his hair. He became aware of Karas’ body touching his own.

Blink, blink.

He opened his eyes very cautiously and saw the hand grasping his arm. Seeing it with his own eyes made the reality of the situation hit harder. His own breathing was still louder than ever in his ears, but it wasn’t because his heart had calmed down. His heart was still beating fast.

Confirming Karas’ body was still against his own, his heart pounded even more intensely, as if to announce that he was still there. The places where their bodies touched were so sensitive, his skin tingled at the contact. Everything about himself right now felt unnatural. The last part of Abel which returned to reality was his mind.

Slowly, his rationality caught up with him and he noticed that Karas was not moving. Abel turned his eyes cautiously. Just a little. As he twisted his neck, his view shifted drastically. As soon as he met Karas’ yellow eyes, he instinctively tried to look away.

“Heart.”

A single, indifferent word made him freeze again as he tried to avert his gaze. Although they both had stayed still for only a few breaths, hearing Karas’ voice made it feel like hours had passed.

“Is your heart racing because you like me that much?”

The question reignited the heat he had forgotten. His ears turned red in an instant.

What was more humiliating was that Karas was witnessing him turning red. The moment he realized he was completely exposed, Abel tried to escape again. But again, the other person was faster.

“How much?”

The question was whispered right into his ear. Suddenly, the strong hands that had gained its strength pulled Abel’s body closer. Abel was trapped, unable to move, and he felt the lips that had asked the question right on the nape of his neck.

Lick.

The hot and soft sensation made his hair stand on end.

As if noticing this, Abel’s body was held even tighter by the two arms that had wrapped around him. One hand slowly wandered over his chest and stopped over his left chest. Although Abel hadn’t given a proper answer to the question, Karas had found the answer on his own.

He felt his heartbeat under his palm. Abel’s heart was indeed beating fast. As if it was contagious, the sensation traveled through Karas’ hand to his own heart, making it beat faster as well. However, unlike Abel, Karas welcomed the excitement that spread along his heartbeat with joy.

He was no longer angry that Abel kept turning his head and kept trying to avoid him. Instead, he repeated the same question, knowing the answer. His lips, pressed close to Abel’s ear, curled into a smile without him realizing it.

“How much do you like me?”

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“Do you think the young master will be okay?”

When the butler asked worriedly, Melmond nodded.

“Yes, he’s healthy now. It seems he’s pushing himself too hard to restore the forest quickly, but he’s holding up well. Other than collapsing yesterday, he doesn’t seem to have any physical problems. The doctor also said he’s healthy. The real issue is how he’ll manage to sleep with His Majesty in the future.”

As Melmond trailed off, the butler gave a positive response this time.

“Well, we still have time for that. I’m also worried because the young master is so innocent, but fortunately, His Majesty seems to be very patient. Haha, who would have thought His Majesty would be so considerate?”

The emperor’s patience was thinner than paper.

However, those who believed that Karas was diligently working for the country again today looked at each other with satisfaction.

“Yes, thanks to His Majesty’s patience, we have plenty of time to teach Abel many things.”

It was far from enough.

“Yes, there’s also the extreme pain once the entrance tears and the natural breathing techniques for accepting it… It won’t be too late to tell him all of that after he’s mentally prepared.”

“Haha, right? Besides, thanks to Sir Ashler’s efforts, His Majesty already knows quite a bit, so he won’t pounce on Abel immediately. Of course, this is one plan that will work out perfectly for us.”

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‘Ugh.’

Pressed down by the body that lunged on him, Abel let out a silent groan. He didn’t fall completely to the ground, but Karas pinned him down with his own weight as if he wasn’t giving him a chance to escape. Abel couldn’t think straight. He felt so embarrassed and wanted to run away.

If that wasn’t possible, he at least wanted to cover his endlessly burning face with his arms. But he couldn’t do anything. His flushed face was completely exposed, and any path of escape was blocked, multiplying his embarrassment several times over.

Slurp.

The wet sound that came from his ear sent another jolt of tingling sensation through his insides. Even though he tried his best to suppress his reactions, his body flinched involuntarily. And each and every one of Abel’s reactions was transmitted directly to Karas, who pressed down on him from above.

As he sucked Abel’s earlobe and lowered his lips down to his neck, he easily became aroused by the small body wriggling beneath him. He wasn’t afraid of the spreading sensations and tingling throughout his body. He had never felt such kind of pleasure, not even when the victory in war was within his reach.

Moreover, he was certain that this excitement would only grow. He wanted to reach the peak as quickly as possible.

How far can this excitement go, and how long can it last?

The excitement felt like a balloon gradually inflating. And Karas, rather than fearing the balloon would inflate and it would soon burst, wanted to see it through to the end. Karas’ eyes gleamed with the curiosity of a child.

It didn’t matter if it burst. In fact, he hoped the excitement would continue to build up until it would finally burst.

Bang!

 It would be alright even if it ripped apart with a loud sound. It seemed as though he would enjoy it even the moment it burst. Rubbing his throbbing lower body against Abel’s leg, he asked again.

“Do you like me?”

“Hngh.”

Abel shuddered as he let out a moan, his upper body trembling. When Karas’ mouth bit down his small, erect nipple, a tingling sensation immediately spread to his lower abdomen The stimulation was overwhelming. His chest was already covered and slick with saliva, and he barely managed to stifle his moans.

However, as Karas’ teeth gently began to nibble at his nipple, Abel’s breath hitched, and his body writhed involuntarily.

What do I do?

How can I even handle this?

His mind struggled to cope with the uncontrollable reactions of his body. His top had already been torn to shreds by Karas’ hands and hung limply at his sides, but Abel couldn’t even register this.

A large hand continuously roamed over his body, pushing his arms upwards and trailing the sensitive skin beneath it and along the inner flesh of his arms. With his arms pushed aside, he couldn’t cover his face. All he could do was tightly shut his eyes, unable to handle the searing embarrassment that made him feel like he might explode.

However, closing his eyes only intensified the sensations touching his skin spreading throughout his entire body more vividly. Karas’ lips teased his nipples, making him twitch uncontrollably, while one hand slid down his side, and his firm lower body rubbed slowly against his thighs.

Even the rustling sound of their clothes brushing together was so clear in his ears. With his eyes closed, his sense of hearing and touch had become even more sensitive, inevitably causing Abel’s mouth to open.

“Haa, haa, ah, p-prince. P-Please stop.”

His plea, mixed with his ragged breathing, sounded more like a desperate request for more to Karas. He lifted his lips from Abel’s chest for a moment, and his gaze, darkened with desire, looked down on Abel.

“More.”

The low command made Abel’s mouth fall open again.

“Haa, stop. Please?”

As he made his final plea, he opened his eyes without realizing it, only to gasp for breath sharply. His yellow eyes, looking down at him, were filled with an intense desire and a cruel smile. He was now filled with uncontrollable pleasure, driven wild by Abel’s request to stop.

Stop?

That’s not possible.

Karas looked down at Abel as he roughly took off his own top, his voice tinged with languid satisfaction.

“Why? You like it.”

Then he smirked. Seeing Abel’s face turn even redder in embarrassment at his words made his pleasure double.

“You’ve gotten hard here.”

Karas’ hand roughly grabbed Abel’s erect gen1tals through his clothes.

“Hngh! Ugh, ha, let, let go. Ugh.”

Karas’ hand merely grasped his gen1tals, but his body, which was extremely sensitive to stimulation, reacted so honestly. His hips twitched, and he climaxed instantly. A sticky, hot fluid soaked through his pants and even got onto Karas’ hands.

Abel felt a wave of shame, so much that he wanted to cry. Covering his eyes with his arms didn’t help lessen the embarrassment.

What should I do?

I want to run away.

Please let me go.

Even as these desperate pleas ran through his mind, he felt everything clearly. The eyes watching him intently from above, and the lips that were smiling with delight.

“See? You must really like it.”

Karas stripped Abel’s pants off, grabbing his small gen1tals, which were now slick with fluid. He ran his index and middle finger over Abel’s length, smearing the sticky fluid on his hands.

“You’re aroused because of me.”

Now, his voice was mixed with breaths as rough as Abel’s. The smirk on his lips disappeared, replaced by an intense gaze of desire in his eyes.

“Haah, spread your legs.”