PLQYM | Chapter 52

Ah, how many times has it been?

Lucian couldn’t remember anymore.

His face pressed into the bed, he trembled uncontrollably, weeping silently.

With his hips raised high while lying prone, sensation had left him. The thrusting was relentless, the harsh sounds echoing as waves of pleasure were driven into him repeatedly.

His entire body felt as if it had become an organ of sensation, responsive to even the slightest movement.

“Stop, please… just stop…”

Lucian’s plea came out breathlessly, to which Heraith responded with a scornful chuckle.

“Ah, biting down on me like this. You won’t let go of my dick even as you try to pull away, yet you ask me to stop.”

“That’s not true…”

At Lucian’s response, Heraith suddenly drove in as deep as he could with a thud.

Lucian’s hips bucked as Heraith reached deep inside him, the end almost slipping out before slamming back in.

“Ugh…!”

Lucian’s body arched and shuddered violently before collapsing limply.

“Your insides, still so hot.”

“Aah, ah!”

Thud, slap, slap.

The sounds filling the bedroom grew more intense.

As the Emperor crushed some spot inside Lucian, his slender body jerked wildly.

Lucian, who had already climaxed several times, could only spurt clear fluid into the air, but Heraith continued relentlessly.

“Ah, you’re squirming inside.”

Thud. Slap.

“Clamping down like crazy.”

Slap. Thud. Slap.

“Do you feel it, Lucian? Every time I thrust, the inside spasms, almost like it wants to bite off… Damn.”

Thud!

At that moment, as Heraith struck Lucian’s weak spot, Lucian screamed, reaching another climax. His hands tied, unable to touch himself, he convulsed through another peak.

“……!”

His body twitched, open-mouthed in endless pleasure, then went limp. No more fluid came from his penis.

“Hah, hah.”

Heraith also panted heavily.

His grip tightened as if wringing out, and he couldn’t hold back anymore, releasing inside Lucian, yet his erection did not wane, remaining rigid.

The tightening grip seemed to devour him whole, following the convulsions of Lucian’s slender waist.

Savoring the sensation, Heraith lifted his head, closed his eyes, and breathed out a long, pleasure-laden breath.

“Ah, ah…!”

Unlike Heraith, Lucian’s trembling body leaned forward, unable to fall to the floor.

While Lucian’s mind started to blur, Heraith seemed to grow more vigorous.

He grabbed Lucian’s slender neck, lifting his upper body and leaning it against his chest.

“……!”

The sudden shift pressed against a different spot, making Lucian shiver and gasp for air.

“Still not enough, Lucian? It seems like you’re trying to eat me up with how tightly you’re clamping down.”

As Heraith whispered into Lucian’s ear, his body trembled more intensely.

“No, I… uh, I never, ah…!”

Heraith enjoyed Lucian’s denial, biting his ear, the chewing sensation possibly stimulating Lucian, who tried to shake his head free, only to provide Heraith with sweet stimulation.

“Hah, I’m going crazy.”

“Uh!”

Heraith rotated his hips gently, elevating the intensity.

Lucian jolted as the spot was deliberately teased again. His breath quickened, and the spasming inside was palpable.

“Hm? Tell me, Lucian. If you say you dislike it, I’ll stop.”

Heraith spread his large hand, caressing Lucian’s neck, moving slowly along his throat as if he could choke him at any moment if he wished.

“Hot, that’s… if you move…”

Lucian’s voice came out thin.

As his body threatened to collapse forward, Heraith pulled his waist closer, pressing more tightly.

Lucian felt he couldn’t endure anymore, seemingly about to crumble, but behind him, Heraith’s lean muscles moved vigorously.

“What should I do, Lucian?”

Heraith wrapped one arm around Lucian’s waist to keep him from collapsing and with his other hand, slowly stroked down Lucian’s neck.

All the while, his hips enticingly continued to thrust into Lucian.

“Ah, uh, don’t, please, stop moving…!”

Lucian maintained his polite speech until the end, which made Heraith chuckle.

“Don’t lie, Lucian. Your insides aren’t saying that. Even now, like this.”

“Ah…!”

With a light thrust, Lucian threw his head back, moaning.

“Just a little movement, and you grip like you want to devour it.”

“That’s not tr… Ah!”

Lucian convulsed again as Heraith moved.

“Let go, please…”

“Ah, sure. As you wish.”

With a sinister laugh, Heraith finally removed his hand that had been holding Lucian’s waist.

Lucian’s body tilted forward as a result.

“……!”

Following that, Heraith’s member slowly dragged along his inner walls as it pulled out. The raw sensation of his body collapsing forward as it slipped out triggered a final spasm.

‘Ah, I can rest now.’

Lucian’s lips relaxed as he fell forward. However, his hope was not fulfilled.

Just as Lucian thought Heraith was pulling out, the Emperor covered him and thrust deeply inside again.

Unable to withstand the Emperor’s strength, Lucian collapsed under him as Heraith moved violently on top.

“Ah, ah, ah!”

“Hah, Lucian, I told you, I’m not letting go.”

Thud, thud, thud.

The large man’s body trapped and pressed Lucian down.

Squeezing into the tightened space, Heraith shaped Lucian’s insides as if molding them into his own.

“Ah, no. Too deep, too deep.”

His body shook uncontrollably, moans continuously flowing from his mouth, but Lucian was too overwhelmed by Heraith to even notice.

Blinking, his vision flashed as his consciousness blurred momentarily.

Thud!

Seizing the brief moment, Heraith thrust forcefully again, his length visibly pressing against Lucian’s thin abdomen.

“No, Luce. You can’t sleep yet. If you let go now, I might do even worse.”

Unable to contain his rampaging emotions, Heraith added with a ferocious laugh.

“Ah, ah…!”

Instead of responding, Lucian could only continue to emit endless moans.

“You’re being held by me… remember it in your mind, in your body, embed every single part of you with that memory.”

You’re mine.

Heraith moved even faster, holding him tightly as if never to let go.

“Ah. Ah…”

Lucian’s moans accompanied the night that seemed to stretch on endlessly.

***

Outside the Emperor’s bedroom.

Cliff looked anxiously at the firmly shut door of the Emperor’s bedroom.

It had been three days.

Do not enter until I give permission.

That was all the Emperor had said before closing the door.

He hadn’t come out even for meals. Only head attendant Cliff was allowed to bring in items the Emperor requested.

The brief glimpse he got of the bedroom was the only hint of what was happening inside.

The moans that slipped through during that brief opening were enough to make any listener blush, both sweet and desperate.

‘Should we really just leave them be?’

Cliff sighed for what felt like the umpteenth time.

That was when it happened.

“Sir, head attendant.”

A maid hesitantly spoke up, having been waiting outside with Cliff.

“What is it?”

“Well, that is…”

She hesitated several times before finally speaking.

“The Emperor has not come out for three days now. Should we just leave it be?”

“……”

Cliff said nothing, his face deep in thought.

Taking his silence as a cue, the young maid mustered more courage to address him.

“But a few years ago, he came out after just two days… Isn’t the Emperor going too far? If it continues like this…”

“Enough.”

The head attendant cut her off firmly.

“Have you forgotten the basic duties of those who serve His Majesty? We who serve him directly should never judge or speak rashly about his actions.”

Cliff’s face was more stern than ever.

“Our first duty is to make His Majesty comfortable. Do not act rashly.”