Chapter 5

Promptly, Silas and Adrian swapped positions.

Adrian’s thick cock slowly sank into Lucian’s welcoming cleft.

The stretched passage parted smoothly, clamping down and sucking the shaft inward as though the wet folds were alive.

At the same time, Silas seized Lucian’s jaw with rough fingers and shoved his cock deep into the parted mouth.

The moment both shafts were buried deep, the two men began pounding into Lucian simultaneously from above and below.

Thud, pound—!

A wet plunge, then a sharp, brutal gouge—!

As Adrian drove upward against the yielding flesh walls, the violent gouge shook Lucian as though his entire inside were being turned out. Wet, squelching friction burst into a tangled chorus of obscenity, and each rough, battering impact made the emperor’s body jolt and heave.

With every merciless, squelching ram of Adrian’s cock, tears streamed unchecked from Lucian’s eyes.

The moisture tracked down his cheeks to soak his chin, while damp strands of hair clung limply to the pale skin at his temples.

The corners of his eyes glistened, raw and inflamed, a pitiful sight that only inflamed the two men’s lust even further.

Yet because Silas kept a vice-like grip on his shaft, Lucian could not erupt into release; denied ejaculation, his throat and his weeping cleft spasmed in wild, simultaneous convulsions.

Squeezed by that viscous, frantic clamping, Silas and Adrian both caught their breath and let out choked, shuddering groans.

Swallowing a trembling breath, Adrian slapped upward against Lucian’s thighs with sharp, clapping cracks. Silas also brought a rough hand down across the emperor’s buttocks, then twisted and pinched a nipple with bruising force to redouble the agony and pleasure.

Smack, crack— Beneath the relentless battering, Lucian’s frame pitched and rocked all the more violently.

Adrian’s gaze suddenly caught on the small nodule above Lucian’s cleft, swollen engorged and shivering with fine tremors. Curling the corner of his mouth, he let out a low chuckle. “Haha,” he taunted, his eyes glittering with dark mockery. “You want to ejaculate, don’t you?”

He pressed his chest closer against Lucian’s trembling frame, looming over his shoulder.

“There is another way,” he whispered, his hot breath grazing Lucian’s neck. “A way for Your Majesty… to shoot your fill.”

Adrian reached down, pinched Lucian’s clitoris, and drew it upward.

Beneath it, a tiny urethral meatus was laid bare.

The diminutive orifice had flushed crimson, swollen plump and twitching in continuous spasms from deep within.

“Look,” Adrian murmured, stroking the engorged opening. “There’s another hole right here.”

Adrian let out a low laugh, deliberately savoring the malicious weight of each syllable.

Drawing out each syllable with mocking sweetness, Adrian urged, “You can shoot your fill through this one as well, Your Majesty.”

With that, Adrian shifted his posture. Rather than sinking deep, he withdrew until only the flared head of his shaft rested shallowly hooked in the entrance of Lucian’s cleft.

Then, spreading his legs, Adrian planted each of his knees onto Lucian’s thighs and bore down. Pinned flat beneath that crushing weight, Lucian was left utterly immobilized, trapped in place.

With his head tilted back in that helpless posture, Lucian took Silas’s invading cock as deep into his throat as he could bear.

He curled his tongue around it with wet, squelching noises, sucking slowly as if savoring every drop.

Adrian had already picked up a slender pine needle. Locating the exposed urethra beneath the peeled-back clitoris, he slid the needle straight inside.

Faintly scented with pine resin, the tapered point was exceptionally fine and sharp, sending a sharp, goosebump-raising prickle deep through Lucian’s flesh at the barest touch.

Meeting almost no resistance, the tip slid smoothly inside, making Lucian’s frame wrench upward with a violent jolt. Lucian thrashed in immediate panic. He whipped his head wildly from side to side in a desperate bid to tear free, but Silas and Adrian locked their muscular arms around him, holding him fast without leaving an inch of slack.

Utterly overpowered by the two burly men, Lucian could not break away no matter how he twisted and struggled. If anything, his frantic thrashing only fed them an even darker, sharper pleasure.

“Phew,” Adrian groaned, grinding his hips in a tight, heavy rhythm. “This cunt clamps so tight. Are you that overjoyed to have it done to you?”

Adrian exhaled a long breath and gave a coarse laugh. “Right now it’s so tight it barely takes a needle…” he murmured mockingly, his thrusts driving deep into Lucian’s cleft. “…but later, we’ll shove fingers inside, ram a cock through, and pry your urethra wide open. After all, that is what Your Majesty loves most.”

His hips heaved in heavy, rhythmic lunges, driving his cock deeper into Lucian’s cleft.

As if electrified by those words, Lucian shuddered violently, his entire frame spasming. Reaching blindly downward, he grabbed his own clitoris, frantically clawing, pinching, and grinding against it with ruthless fingertips.

The spectacle before Adrian’s eyes turned his gaze bloodshot with frenzy. Putting more force into his fingers, he twisted the pine needle in a few circular turns, driving it deep until only the very tip remained exposed outside.

With cruel delight, Adrian barked, “Fitting for a slut’s cunt, your clit seems to itch like mad!”

With his free hand, Adrian picked up a second pine needle.

Flashing a venomous grin, Adrian pressed the hard tip against Lucian’s crimson, blood-gorged clitoris. Then, without a shred of hesitation, he stabbed it straight into the pearl.

“Haa-aangh!” Lucian screamed, his back bowing off the mattress in blinding agony.

In an instant, the clitoris swelled even larger. Lucian’s fingertips quivered. Unable to endure the searing stimulation of the pine needle, he clamped his fingers desperately around the bud.

Yet the needle was far thinner than the spaces between his fingers; in the end, Lucian succeeded only in squeezing down harder on his own impaled clitoris.

“Hahaha!” Adrian taunted, watching the emperor writhe. “Your Majesty is clutching your own clitoris. After two more days of playing with it until it grows bigger, I’ll slip a piercing ring right through it. Then your clit won’t be able to retract back inside all day. The slightest tug on that ring will have you squirting like a fountain. You’ll be swooning with pleasure. Hahaha! I will fuck Your Majesty to your heart’s content. You truly have a lewd body that cannot survive without a man’s cock.”

With every word the tailor drove home, Lucian’s head reeled in a dizzying fog.

Burned into him like a searing brand, the conviction that he was a wretched whore who could not endure without a man’s cock settled with ever-sharper clarity in his mind.

Driving his hips hard into Lucian’s face, Silas groaned, “Phew… fuck, Adrian… I’m going to come! His throat is clamping down tighter and tighter. Haa… fuck, this is too damn good!”

Hearing Silas’s shout, Adrian snapped his hips upward with accelerating speed. He kept up a brutal, slapping battering against the cleft, all while driving the pine needle in his hand even deeper into the clitoris. Halfway impaled by the needle, the swollen pearl shuddered frantically.

“Ha, heu-ugh…!” A strangled moan tore from Lucian’s lips as his hips jerked against the sheets.

Lucian choked out a muffled whimper, completely defenseless as the tormenting pleasure washed over him.

The cock continued to slam home hundreds of times without pause, until Silas finally came first down Lucian’s throat. The moment his mouth was freed, Lucian hastily swallowed down the thick pool of semen coating his tongue and immediately broke into sobbing pleas.

“Ah… my clit, hic!” Lucian wept, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks. “It’s going to break! It’s going to break! My urethra… uuugh… I need to piss, ngh, please…!”

Rather than answer, Adrian put more force behind the needle pinched in his grip and plunged it all the way into the clitoris.

“Hyaa-aht!” Lucian shrieked, his back convulsing off the mattress as the needle plunged all the way through.

The moment the needle pierced through, the interior clamped shut in a violent, seizing tremor. Spurred by that crushing suction, Adrian reached his climax as well, while Lucian’s clitoris began to twitch in rapid shivers. Embedded obliquely across the pearl was the single pine needle.

Pulling his shaft free, Adrian simultaneously yanked out the pine needle wedged inside Lucian’s female urethra in a single motion. Almost at the same instant, Silas released his grip on Lucian’s penis.

Instantly, semen and urine erupted together in an uncontrollable torrent. The mingled fluids hissed through the air, arcing high and shooting far across the room.

His eyes rolling back and his tongue lolling limply, Lucian panted in ragged gasps. He no longer possessed the strength to form words. Even when the tailors twirled the pine needle embedded in his clitoris round and round, only a pair of pitiful whimpers trickled past his lips.

“Your Majesty is truly lewd,” Silas murmured, looking down at the ruined emperor with dark amusement. “To endure such a reaming without even passing out—a slut’s cunt that pines only for a man’s cock really is something special.”

“Then we’ll be able to enjoy ourselves to our hearts’ content for a while, won’t we?” Adrian asked, a sinister grin spreading across his face.

Chuckling darkly, the two men divided their labor once more. One pried Lucian’s cleft open again, while the other twirled the pine needle out of his clitoris and shoved it right back into the female urethra.

Unable to endure that overwhelming spike of stimulation any longer, Lucian turned white as a sheet and went limp, losing consciousness.

The tailors exchanged sinister smiles as their gazes met.

Retrieving a peach-tinted salve, they applied it meticulously to Lucian’s nipples, his cleft, his clitoris, and both urethral meatuses. Wherever the ointment touched, Lucian’s unconscious skin twitched in fine, involuntary tremors.

Next, they shoved Lucian’s thin drawers deep inside his humiliatingly gaped vaginal passage. Having plugged the incessant flow of semen and secretions, they draped a loose, roomy robe over his frame.

On the surface, he appeared as the proud, untouchable emperor, as though nothing had transpired; underneath, however, his body was already battered and thoroughly ruined by their violation.