Chapter 2

Lucian drew a sharp, involuntary breath. His lips parted, and his slender thighs trembled faintly.

He had never once imagined that his nipples could be capable of feeling pleasure.

Yet as the tailor’s tongue firmly circled and tugged with greedy suctions, the bud shrank into a hard point, sending a sweet, maddening itch straight down into his hidden pussy.

“I am licking Your Majesty’s nipple,” Adrian murmured against his sensitive flesh, breathing moist heat onto the flushed tip. “How wonderfully lewd. To stiffen like this after barely a few licks—it has already grown larger than the other one. Your Majesty, when your nipple stands erect like this, only a man’s tongue can bring you relief.”

Adrian’s low, sultry whisper grazed the emperor’s ear. As a strange, foreign tickle flared in his belly, Lucian struggled to push his torso up in instinctive recoil.

An unsettling yet illicit heat, unlike anything he had ever felt, coiled like a serpent deep in his lower abdomen.

Yet, as if spellbound by Adrian’s declaration that only a man’s tongue could soothe him, Lucian ceased his resistance and sank languidly back into the cushions.

Under ordinary circumstances, he would have recoiled in mortification and screamed for the royal guard. Yet to the entranced emperor, all sense of shame felt like a distant, faded memory.

Before long, Lucian surrendered himself to the tingling thrills coursing across his flesh.

The neglected nipple on his other breast felt agonizingly bare. He reached down and clumsily kneaded the bud with his own fingers, but he could find no satisfying relief.

Tears brimmed in Lucian’s eyes as he cast a plaintive gaze toward Silas.

“My other nipple… feels so empty…” Lucian pleaded in a trembling rasp.

Before the sentence could even leave Lucian’s lips, Silas lowered his head and engulfed the vivid bud into his mouth. He mashed and toyed frantically with the emperor’s nipple using his tongue, relishing the way the bud swelled firmer against his palate.

“Hngh… It feels so strange,” Lucian groaned, tossing his head from side to side in wanton confusion. “It still itches so much… Why… is this happening? Down there… ah… between my thighs… what is happening to me…?”

Unable to endure the maddening heat, Lucian pulled his long, snow-white legs together, rubbing his thighs against each other in desperate friction.

The nipple Adrian had been suckling glistened with saliva, swollen crimson and dripping wet. When Adrian pinched it between his fingers, the firm flesh sprang back; as he lightly scraped the tip with his nail, Lucian could not withstand the rush of pleasure and let out a reedy whimper.

At that wanton sight, Adrian chuckled under his breath.

“I had no idea Your Majesty was such a lewd creature,” Adrian mocked, rolling the wet bud between his thumb and forefinger. “Seeing how sensitive these nipples are, were they not put there solely to be rolled between a man’s fingers?”

Lucian’s lips trembled faintly. “By men… hngh…” he whimpered in feeble protest, “that is not what they are for…”

Perhaps because the hypnotic trinket had been bought from a cheap back-alley shop, Lucian’s trance was not particularly deep. Adrian clicked his tongue in quiet annoyance. Swinging the pendulum once more, he layered fresh deceitful commands over the emperor’s vacant gaze.

His voice tightening with hypnotic authority, Adrian pressed, “Not at all. It is entirely true, Your Majesty.”

“Nngh… That is right…” Lucian confessed in a compliant daze, his resistance shattering. “My nipples… ah… are meant to be played with like this…”

Only then did Adrian smile with satisfaction. “Now then,” he announced, his gaze sliding down the emperor’s bare torso, “let us inspect Your Majesty’s lower parts. We must see if you are just as lewd down there as you are with these soft breasts.”

Adrian slowly lowered himself between Lucian’s thighs.

Crouching on his knees, Adrian raked his eyes over the parted legs before him, his gaze dripping with naked lust.

Silas reluctantly pulled his lips away from Lucian’s soft breast and raised his head. Crouching beside Adrian, he used insidious hands to slowly spread the emperor’s limp legs further apart.

Lucian’s cock had already begun to lift its head, and beneath it, two youthful, tender openings were laid completely bare.

From the stimulation of his suckled nipples alone, his pussy lips had parted on their own, and the slick juices weeping from the slit formed a glistening pool upon the leather upholstery.

The moment Adrian saw between Lucian’s legs, his eyes widened in astonishment, and he let out an incredulous bark of laughter.

“To think Your Majesty was hiding such a lewd little hole!” Adrian marveled, his breath hot against the exposed cleft. “What an astonishing secret.”

Adrian took hold of Lucian’s half-erect cock and lifted it gently upward. With that, the hidden pussy hole beneath was fully exposed. The hairless, pristine flesh glistened in pale pink, its tightly sealed seam pressed together like a fine slit that concealed everything within. Directly behind it, the anus bore the same tender pink shade, its delicate folds neat and tightly puckered without the faintest gap.

Leaning closer to examine the glistening slit, his breath hot against the flesh, Adrian whispered, “You are completely untouched, Your Majesty, yet to think you could become this lewd—it is truly breathtaking. We barely caressed you, yet your nipples stiffened so eagerly, and a few mere licks have your pussy hole dripping wet.”

Silas let out a coarse scoff, his smirk widening with undisguised mockery.

“Indeed,” Silas gloated, pointing a finger at the wet seam. “Your Majesty possesses the finest virgin slit I have ever laid eyes upon. Just look at how this tiny pussy hole twitches and clenches all on its own. Hahaha!”

Having never heard such humiliating obscenities in his entire life, Lucian flushed crimson in an instant.

“I am not lewd… It isn’t true…” Lucian stammered, shaking his head in feeble denial.

Brushing a thumb over the flushed skin, Adrian crooned, “There is no need to feel ashamed, Your Majesty. This is the highest compliment. It merely proves what a beautifully primed body you possess.”

The moment he heard those words, something gently unraveled inside Lucian’s mind.

The feeling he had mistaken for shame twisted into something entirely new, blooming instead into a deeply pleasurable heat.

Lucian let the tension bleed from his muscles without even realizing it.

Reclining limp against the cushions of the chair, Lucian could not see what a wanton spectacle he made of himself.

Smirking at the sight, the two tailors gently hoisted his upper body.

Supporting his arms, they propped his torso upright, arranging him so that merely lowering his chin would grant him a direct view between his parted legs.

Spread out beneath his gaze, the tender flesh of his pussy fluttered in response to the air; though not yet breached, it was thoroughly drenched, glistening with an appetizing sheen. Like a freshly peeled peach, it twitched eagerly, practically begging to be touched.

“Ah… It is torturing me,” Lucian whimpered, squirming as he gazed down at his weeping sex. “It itches so terribly… ah…”

Leaning over the spread thighs with a silky smile, Silas asked, “Which part feels that way, Your Majesty? You need only describe it in detail, and we will gladly scratch your itch with utmost care.”

“Ah, right where you are looking… and my nipples, too… nngh, haah…” Lucian pleaded in breathless abandon.

Before Lucian even finished the sentence, his pussy hole clenched in a sudden spasm, squirting out a fine stream of nectar into the air. At that stunning spectacle, both tailors froze on the spot.

“To squirt like that just from looking at yourself?” Adrian marveled in crude delight. “Your Majesty is lewd beyond our wildest imagination!”

“Nngh, my pussy is so lewd… You have to lick and suck it…” Lucian confessed, weeping tears of decadent pleasure.

Silas had already produced a wooden tailor’s ruler, roughly two fingers wide, from his kit.

Brandishing the polished edge of the ruler, Silas coaxed, “Then let us test Your Majesty properly to see just how much more wanton you can become.”

Silas gripped the wooden ruler and shoved it straight between the parted folds of Lucian’s pussy. As the sharp, squared edge of the wood scraped against the flushed inner flesh, Lucian arched his spine in shock. He worked the blunt corner along the plush walls, thrusting it in; the emperor’s inner passage clamped down in wild tremors, shivering around the invasive tool.

Unable to endure the rough invasion, Lucian’s hips heaved and bucked against the cushions.

Tossing his head in delirious torment, Lucian wept helplessly. “Nngh… Ah, ah… It itches so terribly… Please help me…”

Lucian gripped his own nipples with both hands and twisted them frantically. Electric shocks rippled through him at the slightest brush of his fingertips; with every squeeze, his mouth fell open, drooling slick saliva in his delirium.

Down below, sticky juices poured ceaselessly from between the gaping folds of his pussy, leaving the glistening flesh slick and clinging.

As the two tailors breathed their hot exhalations directly against the pinkie-sized opening, the hole pulsed open and clenched lewdly, weeping juices in steady rivulets.

“Your Majesty,” Adrian teased with a low chuckle, “you are already dripping so much.”

Adrian raked a finger along the parted pussy folds, letting the thick nectar coat his skin before lifting his hand deliberately to put it on display.

“Look at this. Your juices are overflowing, and your pussy hole keeps gaping open and clenching shut… With such a frenzy going on inside, do you wish to have something stuffed in there?” Adrian asked with a mocking sneer.

Adrian shoved his fingers, drenched in pussy juice, straight into Lucian’s mouth.

Grinding his coated digits against the emperor’s tongue, Adrian demanded, “Taste it for yourself. Taste how terribly lewd the musk from Your Majesty’s own body is.”

“Mmph…” Lucian choked out around the fingers invading his mouth.

Lucian stared down blankly as his pussy hole was stirred and prodded by Silas’s wooden ruler and fingers; then, parting his lips, the emperor instinctively began to suckle on Adrian’s intrusive fingers.

What coated the tip of his tongue was the sweet, musky flavor unique to his own thick pussy nectar.