PLQYM | Chapter 19

The door closed behind the Emperor. He walked straight to the bed.

Lucian was asleep in the Emperor’s bed. Whether from the exertion of last night’s affair or perhaps because of some medicine, he hadn’t woken up yet.

Sitting on the bed, Heraith sighed deeply as he watched Lucian sleep.
“Haah, what am I to do with you.”

His voice, low and murmuring, contained a self-mocking chuckle.

“It seems I’m too swayed by you, Lucian.”

Sweaty hair stuck to his forehead as Heraith brushed it back.

Last night, he hadn’t been able to leave Lucian’s side for a whole day. Heraith’s gaze, recalling the heated moments of the previous night, fixed intensely on Lucian.

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The room was filled with seductive moans and dizzying body scents that could make one’s groin tremble.

“Save me, please, Your Majesty.”

The grip around his neck, the whimpering voice trembling faintly, had driven Heraith completely out of his senses as he tormented Lucian’s body.

Having already tasted those lips, Lucian, remembering their coolness and stickiness, was utterly defenseless against Heraith’s persistence.

What started as an unfamiliar sensation soon changed into something else. Tiny tickling sensations rapidly took over Lucian’s body.

The dizzying sensations tickled across his whole body, especially his lower half, which was agonizing stimulated.

“Ahh, uh… ugh.”

Trying desperately to endure, Lucian squeezed his thighs together, but he couldn’t manage it because Heraith was already positioned between them.

Eventually, Lucian’s thighs trembled violently. The more he tried to endure, the hotter his body felt. His erection was stiff, yet Heraith did not touch it.

Unable to bear it any longer, Lucian reached to touch himself, but his hands, held by Heraith, couldn’t move.

Heraith, noticing Lucian’s condition, lifted his lips from his chest.

The hot, moist sensation disappeared, and a cold touch replaced it, making Lucian’s waist jerk again.

His nipples were already sharply peaked, so sensitive that touching them could make him gasp.

“Maybe it’s time to give up?”

Heraith’s voice was low, scratching at the ears.

“My cute Lucian. I’ll make it comfortable for you.”

“No, I don’t want to! Please… just leave me alone. Please… uh… ah.”

“It was you who begged me to save you, Lucian.”

“No, it wasn’t… me.”

Heraith smirked, lifting a finger.

The mischievous finger flicked the blunt tip of Lucian’s penis, which was slowly swelling.

“Ah! …Uh!”

Lucian twisted his waist, letting out a strained scream as he ejaculated below. It was hard to count how many climaxes he had had. His penis was pitifully red and overly sensitive. To flick it away like that.

Now, merely touching it was enough to bring him to climax.

Even as his body shook uncontrollably, Lucian tried hard to cover his thighs, but touching Heraith’s body made him twist wildly. He had long forgotten where he was, or that others might hear them.

He only wanted to relieve the itch, but the person touching him seemed intent on playing cruel games instead.

After a long torment by the Emperor, Lucian no longer had the strength to press his thighs together.

The initial desire to help Lucian had vanished, and Heraith was only faithful to his own desires. The repeated climaxes left Lucian merely trembling weakly on his white, bare skin, marked by Heraith’s presence.

Yet his desire was still unmet, shaking in its vulnerability.

Heraith licked his dry lips.

“Lucian, shall I relieve your itch?”

Heraith’s voice, whispering low in his ear, made Lucian open his eyes with difficulty. The usual calm was gone, replaced by confusion and lust in his ice-blue eyes.

White semen was still flowing from his penis, bursting forth as if just flicked.

“I can help you. Just nod.”

Like a devil awaiting ripe fruit, he skillfully spread Lucian’s legs wider.

“Will you make it… not itch?”

“Yes. So say you’ll accept me. Then I’ll take away all this itchiness.”

“Uh…”

Lucian nodded, not fully understanding what he had agreed to. Heraith smiled brightly at this, a satisfied predator’s smile.

Lucian’s arms were free, but he hadn’t realized it, simply trembling and desperately looking at Heraith.

His ice-blue eyes contrasted with his reddened eye rims. Not a single spot was less than appealing.

His legs were spread as wide as they could go, his penis erect again. Despite numerous ejaculations, the leaking whitish fluid still seemed insufficient.

The stark white of his bare skin was bizarrely flushed. Heraith extended his tongue to taste the tip of the reddened organ.

“Ah, Your Majesty, what are you… Ah!”

Startled, Lucian grabbed Heraith’s head to push him away, but Heraith bit down on the tip of his penis instead.

Lucian screamed, cringing at the moment his red fruit was sucked completely into the Emperor’s mouth.

The fear of being bitten soon disappeared as Heraith’s tongue and lips enveloped him, causing Lucian to raise his knees and shake his waist to the rhythm.

Responding to the hot tongue pulling at his penis, Lucian’s waist involuntarily lifted. Unable to endure, he rubbed his cheek against the bed sheet, screaming in denial, yet his hand still clutched at the Emperor’s hair holding his penis.

“Ugh!”

His back arched like a bow, and he felt sparks before his eyes, and then Lucian helplessly ejaculated into Heraith’s mouth.

Even as his penis slackened a bit after the climax, the Emperor sucked it like candy, increasing his thirst even more. The semen moistening his mouth was sweeter than any honey, but it was not enough.

“Not enough.”

His voice, low and scratchy, was filled with lust.

Unlike the more parched Heraith, Lucian had already surpassed his body’s capacity for desire. Squeezing the weakened penis, a thin moan escaped Lucian’s lips.

The leaking semen, wrapping around the swollen testicles like a stream, finally gathered at the perineum and started moistening the tightly closed small hole beneath.

Just the smooth stimulation of flowing semen was agonizingly painful, causing the tightly closed anus to twitch faintly.

With every gasping breath, his small pink nipples quivered. Heraith, seeming regretful, grabbed Lucian’s nipples with his fingertips and twirled them around. The nipples, stimulated by his firm nails, quickly swelled roundly.

Despite another climax, the non-stop stimulation made whimpers flow from between Lucian’s tightly closed teeth.

Heraith’s gaze, greedily scanning Lucian’s enticing body, showed his lower half swollen to its limit.

The heavy, sore sensation seemed to scream to be let inside. He too was at his limit.

Heraith grasped Lucian’s thighs and gently pulled them towards his waist.

“Uh…!”

Lucian, dazed by the climax, couldn’t judge the situation and just moaned intensely at the sensation of the bed sheet against his back.

“I didn’t intend to go this far.”

Heraith lifted the corners of his mouth and said,

“No choice, Lucian. I can’t hold back anymore.”

He threw off the last piece of clothing in one go and lunged at Lucian.

Finally free, his dark red erection was terrifyingly stiff, springing forward.