Chapter 104

Unbelievable as it was, even in the midst of it all, a fire within Eugène’s abdomen began to kindle. He was keenly aware of how tightly his inner walls were gripping the Emperor’s penis, offering not a shred of space. After all, the sphincter was a muscle too, and now it spasmed without permission, reflexively tightening around the penis.

Bracing himself on his elbows and knees to keep from being pushed forward, Eugène soon felt the Emperor’s movements grow deeper and more intense. As he tried to keep his body still, that counterpressure allowed an even fuller thrust, striking deeper than before.

Slap, slap, slap.Each time the fierce thrusts repeated with such force that he could feel the outline of the Emperor’s pubic hair against the flesh of his buttocks, his vision flickered white. Desperate to flee the unending waves of sensation crashing over him, Eugène clutched the bedsheet as if it were a lifeline, only for the Emperor to follow him even there, laying his own hand atop the back of Eugène’s.

Between his thick-jointed fingers, a set of smooth, finely shaped ones slipped in and laced with his. From behind, he pressed down upon Eugène with force, as though binding him in restraint.

Their bodies were pressed together so tightly that not the slightest gap remained between them. At some point, the linen trousers he had been wearing had slipped down below his knees and become entangled with the Emperor’s garments, while the generously cut nightshirt had ridden up nearly halfway, baring the length of his slender back.

The Emperor drove his hips with force, teeth bared as though to bite into the nape of Eugène’s neck. Wherever his lips touched, small red blossoms bloomed. Over the fading traces of earlier marks, new ones were unabashedly layered.

Each time the Emperor thrust upward with his full weight, the dull ache that surged from deep within his stomach grew more than could be borne with a clear head. Once the sex had reached this point, it was no longer possible to restrain any reaction. With every plunge the Emperor made into him, Eugène let out a heavy, wounded moan, like a man being stabbed, and buried his forehead into the sheets.

“Ahh- hn, agh… ngh-”

Since he was lying face down, the sounds he made did not echo loudly through the room, but that was precisely the problem. His moans, stifled and trapped, took on an even more lascivious edge. Had his body been feeling only pain, such gasping cries would not have escaped him. Each time that heated penis drove forcefully into him, the violent pleasure that exploded through his lower body pierced him like a harpoon.

Eugène’s tense toes dug into the sheets in an effort to brace himself, but holding steady under the Emperor’s relentless thrusts was no easy feat. Time and again, he lost his footing; time and again, he pushed against the sheets in a desperate attempt to regain balance. That repeated, pitiful motion brought the Emperor boundless satisfaction, feeding his cruel sense of conquest without restraint.

The sensation was fundamentally different from when he played the dominant role, throwing his entire system of nerves into utter disarray. Perhaps because the pleasure point deep within his gut was being directly stimulated, even the mere friction between the sheets and his thighs left his hard penis soaked. Eugène could feel the fierce urge to climax building within his penis, which was so stiff that it was painful, yet with no release, he was left writhing in torturous frustration.

For some odd reason, the Emperor hardly touched him today. Aside from briefly stimulating his prostate in the beginning, he had not fully loosened his hole, nor had there been any real foreplay to speak of. He merely plundered pleasure from Eugène like a ruthless pirate.

Unable to endure it any longer, Eugène reached down in an attempt to bring himself relief, only to be denied, his hand caught in the interlocking grip that held him fast. As if he had anticipated such a move, the Emperor bore down harder, thrusting his hips with force against the body trapped beneath him, leaving Eugène unable to so much as squirm. Overwhelmed by the injustice of it all, Eugène swallowed back a moan between clenched teeth and managed to ask, barely coherent.

“…Your Majesty, ngh, why-? Why are you being like this today, hngh…?”

He was somewhat slow to catch on in matters of romance compared to others, but he was by no means so dull as to remain unaware while deliberately being tormented. As Eugène shifted his unfocused gaze wildly to look at the Emperor, the latter bared his white teeth and smiled with a fierce, beast-like savagery.

“I was watching your sleeping face, and suddenly it dawned on me-”

The Emperor spoke with a breathless voice, then briefly furrowed his smooth brows and let out a faint moan. The hot breath brushing against Eugène’s ear was sweet as thick honey, utterly intoxicating. Were Eugène a woman, his womb would have trembled, but even as a man, his inner walls tightened involuntarily from the dizzying stimulation.

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As if the sex so far had been nothing more than an hors d’oeuvre, the Emperor grasped Eugène’s ankle, turned his body, and shifted position. Draping his muscular, not especially flexible leg over one shoulder, he gripped Eugène’s thighs and fixed the opposite knee to the side. He kissed him as if he was going to devour him, and moved his hips with purpose.

The posture, emphasizing the rawness of penetration to an almost blatant degree, nearly drove Eugène to lose his mind. But, unfortunately, there was no escape to be found.

“This secret hole of yours, aah, damn it. Eugène- You need to know just how exquisite it is.”

He whispered sincerely as he thrust roughly into Eugène’s body. However, Eugène’s mind was far too clouded to grasp such an embarrassing compliment.

“Agh, ugh, Your Majesty.”

The Emperor’s body ravaged his flesh, and the wet, slapping sounds filled the room, violently assaulting his senses. Eugène clenched the sheets with all his might, unaware that the fabric, worn from the force of two grown men, was beginning to tear.

The hole that had to endure the Emperor’s possessive desire burned fiercely, but the overwhelming pleasure made even that pain hard to perceive. The utterly primal and instinctive pleasure swept away every other sensation like a ghostly wave crashing in the midst of the ocean.

“You are mine.”

The Emperor snarled ferociously, sinking his teeth into Eugene’s neck as if biting the neck of a dying prey.

“Aah, agh, hngh.”

“You are mine. Nothing can take you away from me.”

The Emperor pushed Eugène to his limits, spilling forth a raw insecurity that he himself had not been aware of. Now, all rationality had vanished between them. The possessiveness, more akin to hunger than lust, devoured all that existed between them without restraint. It seemed as if the world itself had disappeared, leaving only their bodies, his and Eugène’s, alone, while everything else seemed infinitely distant.

Soon, the climax struck like lightning. Eugène was the first to come. Twisting his waist with an almost painful intensity of pleasure, he began a long ejaculation. The squirming inner walls summoned every last ounce of strength to clamp down on the penis tightly, and the Emperor, who had held back for so long, finally came as well.

Ebroin V poured forth hot semen onto the sweet, wet walls that clung to him as if drawing him in. When he finally released the ejaculation he had been enduring for so long, the dazzling sensation set all his nerves ablaze.

As though desiring to impregnate him, he fully thrust his trembling penis deep inside Eugène’s body, pouring his semen deep into his stomach. Beneath this act lay the instinctive psychology unique to a male wishing to claim complete possession of his partner, though the Emperor himself did not seem to realize that.

He was simply immersed in primal pleasure, savoring every last echo of this moment.

The semen had spurted up to his eyelashes since they were in the missionary position, but Eugène could only lie limp and motionless, breathing shallowly. His limbs ached from having been tense for so long, and the muscles of his lower abdomen throbbed with strain.

As the Emperor slowly pulled his penis out of the warm hole, which showed signs of swelling, he looked down greedily at Eugène’s disheveled figure, legs sprawled with thick white fluid leaking out of his hole. It seemed even after having taken so much from a man who had not so much as opened his eyes properly since morning, his appetite remained unsated.

“… How long until the morning ceremony?”

Still staring vacantly at the ceiling, Eugène posed the question in a hoarse voice, a thought suddenly surfacing in his mind. The Emperor glanced toward the mantel clock and answered indifferently.

“There remain ten minutes.”

My goodness. Has it only been twenty minutes? It felt closer to two hours.Eugène shut his eyes tightly, struck by a senseless feeling of injustice. A jest rose unbidden in his throat, “Since ten minutes still remain, why not do it once more?”, but he did not say it aloud. If he did, there was little doubt that the Emperor would let it remain a mere joke.

Eugene’s condition was clearly a mess at a glance. His lower abdomen was slick with bodily fluids, the insides of his spread legs mottled with the beginnings of bruises in the shape of gripping fingers. The sweat-soaked forehead gleamed like a bronze statue, with damp bangs clinging to it like seaweed, making him look stifled and miserable.

The Emperor looked down at him, then, seeing that Eugène seemed too spent to lift even a finger, brushed back the damp hair that had fallen over his forehead. Then, propping himself up on one elbow, he tilted his head and gently licked the semen from Eugène’s eyelashes.

Perhaps it was the persistent touch that had become bothersome. When the Emperor finally drew back, Eugène opened his eyes reluctantly and met his gaze.

“Should you not be going? There is little time left.”

Eugène, who likely did not even know how to spell the word ‘affection’, chided him in an offhand tone. Ebroin V smiled wryly as he looked at his lover, who seemed intent on kicking him out altogether.

“To think that this brusque coldness of yours now strikes me as part of your charm… I must be truly beyond saving.”

He muttered self-deprecatingly, unable to hide his own exasperation. Normally, a man of his temperament would have added another line to that, but unexpectedly, that was all. He pressed a kiss to Eugène’s forehead and rose from the bed without further delay.

In truth, he could not afford to delay any longer. Though he said ten minutes, in this vast Imbert Palace, even returning to his own bedchamber would be cutting it close. What was more, bearing clear traces of sex on his body, he would need time to wash before he could even begin to dress properly.

Ebroin V, known for his strict personality, was among the most rigorously punctual of all Emperors in following his official schedule. If there were to be any changes, it was customary to inform at least half a day in advance. He had never once broken that rule.

Since no such notice had been given, the nobles gathered for the morning ceremony were likely already waiting outside the doors. There had originally been a conversation he meant to have face to face once Eugène awoke, but even that was no longer possible. Never before had he allowed his desires to overtake him to such a degree, and inwardly, the Emperor clicked his tongue for being unable to control himself.

Still, no matter how pressed for time he was, he could not leave Eugène without some word of advice. Donning the robe that had been carelessly draped over the back of a chair, he picked up the nearly extinguished hand-lantern and spoke coolly.

“Oh, and Eugène.”

“Yes, Your Majesty?”

“Even ifWewere to offer you advice, you would do as you please regardless.Wehave no intention of sitting by and watching such a spectacle, so you are hereby forbidden from leaving the palace for the time being.Weshall inform the Imperial Guard in advance, so do not waste your effort.”

The Emperor dropped that final bomb and then took his leave without another word. Eugène, unable to see him off while lying down, struggled to rise, only to lift his head in stunned disbelief, as though struck on the back of his head with a blunt object.

“Your Majesty?”

Eugène, who was surprised, pushed himself upright despite the ache in his back and got out of bed, but the secret door had already closed without a trace. Though he knew of the door’s existence, he had no idea how it opened. Eugène could only stare blankly at the now-sealed wall.

What on earth did His Majesty just do? Has he confined me within the palace?

He had heard stories of people being cast out of court and barred from entering the palace as punishment, but being locked inside, forbidden from setting foot outside? That was something entirely new to him. Eugène doubted his ears, but the absurdity lay not in his hearing, but in the Emperor’s command itself.

The Emperor’s command was exactly as Eugène had heard it. That very afternoon, driven by a faint hope that he might have misunderstood, Eugène discreetly asked the palace guards stationed nearby. They confessed they had been ordered to prevent Baron Amieux from leaving the palace grounds, casting him glances that were oddly strange and laden with suspicion. Judging by the peculiar looks on their faces, it was easy enough to imagine what sort of rumors would soon be circulating through the palace halls.

Eugène was genuinely perplexed by the unexpected turn of events. This was no joke. He had, in truth, been confined. If he were a prisoner, then the Imbert Palace had become the grandest and most lavish prison in existence.

Through it all, Eugène was once again struck by the sheer force of the Emperor’s will. He was a man who, once he decided on something, would carry it through to the end, no matter how outrageous it was. Even if his actions gave rise to a ridiculous legend that might echo through history, it was clear he had not the slightest concern.