Chapter 7

The black shroud draped across the night sky was gradually fading. Pitch darkness retreated before the pale, bluish chill of dawn, while a faint glow bleeding along the eastern horizon swept away the remnants of night. Drifting through the window cracks, the crisp morning air carried the cool breath of a waking world, whispering silently through the imperial bedchamber.

Yet even the tranquil birth of morning proved nothing but cruel to Lucian.

Early the following morning, just as the dim, gray dawn filtered over the bed, Lucian twisted in agony, stifling a scream against the hideous heat flaring between his thighs.

“Haa, eu-uk…!” A strangled cry tore from Lucian’s lips as his hips arched off the mattress.

Unable to endure the searing flush, Lucian let out low groans, his legs trembling atop the soaked sheets.

Though he roughly mashed and kneaded his swollen, pulsing folds with his fingers, and ruthlessly crushed his sensitized clitoris, the gnawing thirst welling from deep within refused to subside. Even when he probed and thrust into his cleft, drenched in sticky secretions, the craving only worsened.

To Lucian, his body was no longer the vessel of an emperor he could control. It was nothing more than the flesh of a lewd female, remodeled into a whore who would lose his mind unless a man’s hard cock entered and stirred through that burning hollow. The horror that base instinct screamed louder for that emptiness to be filled than any humiliation over his crushed imperial pride chilled him to the bone.

In the end, unable to hold out any longer, Lucian shed wet whimpers and rushed straight to Adrian and Silas, the only ones who knew his condition better than anyone.

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When the heavy, closed door swung open with a harsh groan, Silas and Adrian greeted Lucian with the composed demeanor of men who had anticipated this very moment.

Crossing the threshold, Lucian’s face flushed as red as ripe fruit from shame and craving. Panting and staggering, the emperor presented a spectacle of pure, lewd temptation. Like famished beasts encircling their prey, Silas and Adrian closed the distance around him. The masculine pressure and viscous gazes radiating from them crushed what little reason Lucian had left.

Silas leaned close to Lucian’s ear, his hot, damp breath flickering against the skin like a serpent’s tongue.

Grazing the emperor’s flushed earlobe with his lips, Silas whispered, “I knew you would come. It seems Your Majesty’s noble body can no longer endure a single moment without us.”

Stepping up behind Lucian, Adrian roughly seized the slender waist, his deep, resonant voice driving home the truth.

“If you ask me, His Imperial Majesty’s body requires far harsher training,” Adrian declared, hauling Lucian backward against his broad chest. “We will have to discipline this lewd cunt properly for twitching and pining in heat at all hours.”

At Adrian’s words, Silas let out a low chuckle. “Quite right,” he replied with a low purr, his fingers trailing insolently down Lucian’s spine. “Very true. But before that, we must conduct a thorough, meticulous inspection of His Imperial Majesty’s physical condition.”

The mocking declaration from Silas and Adrian ruthlessly awakened the hypnotic suggestions lodged in Lucian’s mind.

Like a marionette dancing on unseen strings, Lucian walked slowly deeper into the room, entranced and heedless of any resistance.

Just as Lucian had done the day before, he reclined once again in the high-backed armchair. In Adrian’s hand rested that same hard, elongated wooden ruler from yesterday.

Looking down from above, Adrian lifted a foot clad in a heavy, stud-soled leather boot. He brought it down with his full weight, crushing the small cock that stood stiff and flushed scarlet between Lucian’s thighs.

“Ngh, uggh…!” Lucian groaned in agony, his hips jerking helplessly beneath the heavy boot.

As Lucian writhed and shrieked beneath the sole, Adrian only pressed his weight down harder, his eyes glittering with ruthless satisfaction.

“First, we’ll have to deal with this lewd little thing,” Adrian growled, his voice low and grating. “It has stayed rock-hard without softening since yesterday, constantly dripping fluid—whether arousal or seed, who can say? Spilling yourself endlessly like this will ruin your health, Your Majesty. Silas, hurry and plug His Majesty’s hole tight.”

As if already prepared, Silas picked up a gleaming silver urethral sound. With a pair of forceps, he forced open the swollen, reddened slit of Lucian’s urethral meatus. The narrow, delicate flesh stretched taut under the tool’s leverage, and the smooth metal rod began to burrow inward, radiating an icy chill.

“Ah! Ngh, aah! Aaaah!” Lucian shrieked, his hips convulsing in terror as the frigid metal pierced his passage.

At the alien intrusion piercing deep into his urethra, Lucian’s hips bucked violently, as if struck by a powerful jolt of current. Silas paid the spasm no mind, thrusting the sound deep into the narrow passage and dragging it back out with rough deliberation. With every stroke, Lucian’s urethral walls were forcibly stretched to their limits, tearing gasps from his throat while a scorching heat of pleasure coursed along his nerves and flooded his entire body.

Even as Lucian’s hips arched wildly against the sudden invasion, Adrian swung the wooden ruler as though he had been waiting for the motion, cracking it horizontally across both of Lucian’s already erect nipples.

With a sharp, wet crack, the inflamed nipples swelled taut and glistening, looking ready to burst at the slightest touch.

“Sob, hngh… It hurts… My nipples hurt so much… At this rate, they’ll bruise and tear open…!” Lucian wept, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks.

Despite Lucian’s pitiful plea, Adrian merely curled his lips into a cruel smirk and tapped the wooden ruler against the emperor’s rock-hard nipples.

“Then you deserve to be struck more, Your Majesty,” Adrian taunted, his eyes glinting with malicious amusement. “Why are your lewd teats standing stiff without a moment’s rest? It looks as though they’re begging for a man’s rough hands, enticing us to crush them right now. Silas, put clamps on His Majesty’s slutty nipples.”

The instant Adrian finished speaking, Silas grinned and picked up a pair of wooden clamps. Without the slightest hesitation, he clamped them down hard on both of Lucian’s nipples.

“Ah, aah…! Ngh, it hurts…!” Lucian cried out in torment, his spine arching off the mattress as the serrated wood pinched into his swollen buds.

The unyielding, coarse grain of the hardwood bit mercilessly into his flesh.

The serrated jaws crushed the hypersensitive nipples without pity, making even the slightest shift an agonizing ordeal that drew hot tears from Lucian’s eyes.

The horrific yet thrilling sensation made it feel as though his teats would be ripped clean off with the faintest tremor, leaving Lucian no choice but to sob and tremble helplessly.

Fixing his greedy gaze on the dripping crotch, Silas jeered, “Now it’s this one’s turn! This rutting cunt that does nothing but weep slick fluid at every turn, begging to be plowed!”

Silas chuckled, thrusting his thick fingers between Lucian’s thighs. Adrian, too, gripped the wooden ruler as if on cue, roughly forcing Lucian’s inner thighs apart and spreading them wide.

Swollen taut and glistening with moisture at the gentlest graze, the labial flesh was flushed like a ripe peach, its inner lining gleaming translucent. Adrian pried open the lewd cleft with the wooden ruler.

“Aah! Ahn, ngh…!” Lucian shrieked, desperately twisting his hips away from the cold edge of the wood. “Please, stop, it hurts… Down there… hngh, it hurts so much down there… ngh, ahhh…!”

Lucian let out a series of pitiful shrieks, but Adrian’s eyes only glinted with feverish arousal as he began to relentlessly whip the cleft with the wooden ruler.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Each time the stinging blows resounded, Lucian’s body arched like a bow, vomiting choked groans. Even as the searing pain of the strikes gnawed at his nerves, an even thicker wave of wanton pleasure surged across his perineum. Lucian’s pussy fluttered and twitched in fine tremors, and from within the tight passage, scalding arousal burst forth like a broken dam, drenching the back of Adrian’s hand.

“Why on earth is this so swollen?” Silas asked with a coarse chuckle. “It looks like dozens of men ran a gangbang on you all night long. Isn’t this hole far too loose?”

Silas grabbed Lucian’s thighs and wrenched them apart with brute force. Using both hands, he parted the emperor’s lewd labia to the sides, peering shamelessly into the inflamed, pulsating interior of the entrance.

Silas’s eyes glinted with ravenous lust as he peered within. The way the swollen, scarlet inner flesh bulged out from the cleft made Lucian resemble a wanton bitch whose cervix had been thoroughly savaged and reamed raw by beasts.

With malicious amusement in his voice, Silas murmured, “Look at this, Your Majesty. The inside of your pussy is already so swollen that the flesh is spilling out. Just how desperate were you to take men’s cocks inside you to end up in this state?”

Watching the spectacle from the side, Adrian discarded the last shred of courtly deference, his expression twisting into pure, undisguised contempt.

Adrian laughed savagely, completely abandoning all honorifics. “Fuck, what kind of emperor is this? You’re just a bitch who goes around spreading his legs! Stripping naked on the street and lining up men to take turns rutting you with your thighs wide open would suit your real station far better!”

Clamping a bruising hand around Lucian’s jaw, Adrian forced the emperor’s tear-streaked face upward.