Chapter 61

Kosha thrashed beneath him, gasping as if he could no longer draw breath.

“H-hah! Ah… ah, ugh!”

“Why?” Lucien’s voice came rough and breathless. “Does it hurt? Is it no good?”

The questions carried no promise that he would stop.

“Just try to… huff… feel it. Hmm? Relax.”

I’m trying so hard to fill you.

The head of his cock prodded the interior without mercy. Lucien concentrated on forcing himself deeper while withdrawing as little as possible.

Kosha felt as if his stomach were being crushed from within. His body could not possibly endure much more without breaking.

Damn it. That damned love potion.

The same thought that had crossed Lucien’s mind flickered through Kosha’s muddled consciousness. It was the only explanation for why the affectionate, tender Lucien he knew had suddenly become like this.

Kosha knew it was his fault, but even so, no matter how deeply he cared for Lucien, this was too much.

He tried to push him away. Lucien caught both his wrists and pinned them above his head with effortless strength, leaving Kosha unable to shift so much as an inch.

He truly could not move at all.

The weight crushing him into the bed seemed immense. His senses had sharpened until every inch of his skin prickled, while invisible chains appeared to coil around his limbs. Magic sparked weakly at his fingertips like a flint refusing to catch, flashing and fading again and again.

My magic won’t move.

Had he been able to cast a spell, Kosha would have cursed Lucien with impotence on the spot. Instead, he could only gasp for air while the weight above him compressed his lungs.

This had happened before, whenever some injustice had arisen between them, and even on the nights when they had kissed afterward. Each time, Kosha had found himself unable to wield his magic.

Until now, he had assumed the problem lay within him. This time was different. Only moments ago, he had been capable of accelerating the growth of a tree, yet now even the smallest spark refused to obey.

“I… I… ugh, ah! Argh…”

More than anything, he was beginning to recognize what the sensation resembled.

“I-Idelma gold. Ah… ah!”

Even as the words escaped him, he could feel the natural flow of his body being disrupted over and over. The disturbance was not caused solely by the cock ravaging him from below. He remembered the bone-deep chill he had experienced when he was first dragged to the castle and shackled in Idelma gold.

Kosha clung to the neck of the man who had become utterly consumed by the act of taking him. His pleas seemed unlikely to reach Lucien unless he pressed his lips directly against the man’s ear.

“Idelma… h-hic… gold, ugh! You have… ah!”

He had meant to ask whether Lucien currently possessed any of the mineral. Before he could finish, however, Lucien began biting and licking indiscriminately at Kosha’s neck and cheeks.

“What?” Lucien barely appeared to be listening. “What is it?”

Another hard thrust drove the breath from Kosha.

Lucien’s expression darkened. “Calling another man’s name… h-ha… while you’re in my bed?”

The only known source of the mineral, a mage’s natural predator, lay in Carlot, Lucien’s own domain. Ordinarily, he would have understood the significance immediately. In his present state, however, rational thought remained beyond his reach.

“You’re not paying attention… ha… are you?”

Lucien had been thrusting into him without a trace of restraint when he abruptly seized Kosha’s damp shirt and dragged it over his head.

Kosha was left completely naked. The nipples upon his flat chest were pale pink, and the erect points were remarkably small.

Lucien muttered a crude curse. Catching his own shirt at the back of the neck, he tore it off and tossed it aside.

His bare body was revealed in full, broad and heavily muscled. He lowered himself against Kosha as if determined to rub those tiny, rigid nipples against the hard planes of his chest.

Kosha’s body had already been stretched to the limits of its sensitivity. The sudden friction against his nipples drove him beyond what he could withstand, and a scream tore from his throat.

The contact of bare skin proved far more intense than he had expected.

Despite the brutal disregard with which Lucien had entered him, the mage’s supple body began contracting rhythmically around the cock buried deep within him. Somewhere inside his abdomen, a faint, maddening sensation began to stir.

The deeper reaches of his body seemed to itch. A strange, wayward desire slipped into his mind, urging him to let the hard head press even farther inside.

Without realizing what he was doing, Kosha began moving his hips.

“Ah… ah! Your Highness, ah!”

“So tight. Fuck…”

The urge to urinate came upon Kosha with sudden intensity. He wanted desperately to close his legs, but the man wedged between them made it impossible. All he could do was tighten his thighs and waist around Lucien.

The unbearable sensation inside him continued to build. The tip of his own cock had become excruciatingly sensitive, and his lower abdomen contracted reflexively when he could endure no more.

“Ah… ah! Ugh… ah…”

“Urgh…”

The sudden constriction proved too much for Lucien. He thrust as deeply as Kosha’s body would allow and came inside him.

Though it was already his second release, it continued for a long time.

Kosha stared blankly at the man’s furrowed expression as warmth spilled deep into him. The sensation seemed detached from reality.

Alongside it came something stranger still. Familiar magic flowed into Kosha and settled into place within his body.

“Ah… truly…”

Lucien slowly began to lift himself.

A distinct click sounded somewhere in the depths of his mind, like a lock sliding into place.

That sensation was as familiar as the darkness that had smothered his reason moments before.

Reason, etiquette, and education returned at once, dragging every human veneer of restraint back over Lucien’s mind.

“Ah.”

Only then did the world before him regain its clarity.

It was not merely because his immediate desire had been satisfied.

The mage lay beneath him looking utterly devastated, his body smeared with semen and oil. A small amount of urine appeared to have leaked across his pale stomach. He sniffled weakly, as if his senses had been scattered beyond recovery.

The first time should always be handled carefully.

Because if a man made a complete disaster of it, would his partner not eventually swear never to share his bed again?

Lucien could, of course, drag almost anyone into his bed if he wished. Still, this was a mage, and because he was a mage…

Countless thoughts surfaced at once, only to bleach white and scatter before he could grasp any of them. Lucien parted his lips, but no words emerged.

Each time Kosha sniffled, his flat stomach tightened. His frame had always been narrow and fine-boned, and every contraction of his abdomen inevitably pressed around the part of Lucien still buried inside him.

It was a peculiar form of torture shared equally between them.

“…Ahk!”

Kosha attempted to retreat. As Lucien’s cock began slipping free, the ridge of its head scraped against his inner wall. Kosha shuddered violently and struggled beneath him.

Startled, Lucien stopped moving and reached down to gather Kosha into his arms.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

“Ugh…!”

It had been a long time since such a sincere apology had crossed Lucien’s lips, but it accomplished little. When he lifted Kosha, the mage’s weight caused the penetration to deepen once more.

Now sitting astride Lucien’s thighs with his legs spread wide, Kosha could only tremble down to the tips of his toes. He felt as though the strain might kill him.

“Shh. It’s all right.”

“Hic… ugh… I… h-hic…”

Lucien stroked his back in an attempt to soothe him. Kosha clung to his neck and sobbed, their skin adhering wherever sweat and other fluids had left them slick.

“Y-Your… Your Highness.”

Kosha had barely regained enough composure to speak.

The room remained dark, with no lamps burning. He did not even know where a candlestick might be found. Only thin streams of pale blue moonlight slipped through the gaps around the window, yet somehow, they could see one another with piercing clarity.

Still struggling to regulate his breathing, Kosha searched Lucien’s eyes. He looked for any lingering trace of the strange affliction in those blue-gray irises, but aside from the residue of arousal, Lucien appeared to have returned to his usual self.

“Your Highness, are you in your right mind?”

Kosha had meant to ask whether the effects of the potion had passed. Once spoken aloud, however, the question sounded far more like an accusation.

Lucien did not appear offended.

“Presumably.”

It was the vague answer of a man who had just emerged from a deeply satisfying bout of sex.

In truth, Lucien had probably recovered most of his faculties. His cock remained buried inside Kosha’s warm, damp passage, however, and the Mage’s soft, supple body still rested beneath his hands. Complete sanity was hardly possible under such circumstances.

Kosha drew back with a confused frown, his slender fingers moving over Lucien’s broad, solid pectoral muscles.

To Kosha, the touch was a grave and methodical attempt to locate the magic lingering near Lucien’s heart. To Lucien, it felt like little more than a clumsy, tantalizing caress.

“This is strange. Why did it happen so suddenly? Why have the side effects disappeared? H-has the potion been detoxified?”

What had he done?

Kosha’s thoughts still reeled beneath the lingering waves of pleasure, but he forced himself to examine what had happened. Familiar magic had surged through his body at the precise moment lucidity returned to Lucien’s eyes.

Internal ejaculation?

Merely forming the explicit phrase sent heat rushing into Kosha’s face, staining it a furious crimson.

No, but seriously. Could the magic remaining in Lucien’s body have returned to me through internal ejaculation?

How could magic possibly operate through such a lewd and humiliating method? Intuition was vital to the application of magic, of course, and on an intuitive level, the process did bear a certain resemblance to an injection.

At that point, Kosha’s mind overheated. He could pursue the thought no further.

Even so, he needed to conduct another diagnosis. Had the potion been completely detoxified after a single release, or did more of the substance remain inside Lucien?

While Kosha sank into the deep scholarly contemplation expected of a Mage, Lucien watched his nipples.

They were small, almost as though they had not fully ripened, and now they glowed a brighter, more vivid red than before.

Kosha continued muttering to himself, his fingers absently kneading the skin over Lucien’s chest.

Lucien decided he had restrained himself long enough.

At first, his hands appeared merely to cradle Kosha’s rib cage. Then one thumb swept across a nipple without warning. Lucien caught the tiny nub between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it.