Chapter 59

Kosha remained visibly flustered, his fingers trembling as they closed around Lucien’s cock with aimless, clumsy urgency.

Left with little choice, Lucien covered the mage’s hand with his own and guided him into a steady rhythm.

Amusement warmed his voice. “You’ve seen it before, haven’t you? Why are you so shaken?”

That much was true. Kosha had seen it once before, during that dark, chaotic incident born from a misunderstanding between them.

At the time, however, he had been disoriented, surrounded by shadows, and frightened out of his wits. He had convinced himself that his eyes must have deceived him. He had been certain he had glimpsed something monstrous, something hideous, but in the grip of terror, he had dismissed the memory as a trick played by his panicked mind.

Yet he had remembered it perfectly.

The tip of Lucien’s rigid, fully aroused cock was already releasing a slow, steady trickle of clear fluid.

“Y-Your Highness, if I may…” Kosha stammered, his voice quivering. At such close range, the massive, glistening length appeared more monstrous than ever. “Is this… truly all right? Is something wrong? I’m a physician, and… are you certain this is normal?”

“Why? Does it look as though there’s a problem?”

Lucien frowned at the absurd question, though laughter still colored his voice. It should have been obvious that he was perfectly functional, not merely in size and shape, but in every capacity required to leave his partner thoroughly satisfied.

Kosha, however, continued to babble. On closer inspection, he did not appear merely frightened. He looked genuinely, sincerely concerned.

“Is this really normal?”

Hair could grow there. Even men with a great deal of body hair usually had some on their chests or stomachs, didn’t they?

And perhaps the organ could simply be rather large. Kosha knew well enough that such things were a matter of masculine pride.

But it was curved.

Was that truly all right?

It only tilted slightly to the left, but that was still worrying. Then there was the color. Lucien’s skin was so pale, so why was it darker there? Unless the organ was so heavy that the flesh had begun to suffer from necrosis…

Lucien had no patience for such nonsense. He pressed one long finger firmly against Kosha’s lips. Even then, the mage obediently parted them beneath his touch, proving absurdly easy to handle.

Lucien explored the space within his mouth, pressing against the soft inner curve of Kosha’s cheek and brushing over his tongue before offering a gentle suggestion.

“If you don’t want to touch it, would you rather take it into your mouth? Only the tip.”

With this…?

Kosha stared up at him in utter bewilderment. It did not look like something he wanted inside his mouth, nor did it seem remotely sized for such a purpose.

Unlike that previous night, however, Lucien did not force him. He merely toyed with Kosha’s tongue for another moment before giving him a faint smile.

“I suppose that won’t work, will it?”

“Ah!”

In one swift motion, Kosha was toppled backward. Though he was a grown man, Lucien handled him as if he weighed no more than a paper doll. One large hand caught him around the waist and shoved him farther up the mattress, and in the next instant, the mage found himself sitting squarely in the middle of the bed.

As Kosha’s body was pushed back, his shirt rode up. Flustered, he scrambled to drag the hem down and cover his lower body, but Lucien was faster. His broad, solid torso settled between Kosha’s pale, slender legs.

The dim light filtering through the window barely reached the bed. Kosha’s face had flushed a deep, rosy red, the color spreading from his cheeks down the length of his neck. The sight only sharpened Lucien’s curiosity about what lay beneath that single layer of cloth.

He wanted to see the lower half Kosha was so desperately trying to conceal.

Truthfully, Lucien could not predict how he would react. He had spent years surrounded by men in the military, yet he had never once felt curious about the state of another man’s genitals. If anything, he had always preferred not to see such filthy things at all.

Would I still be aroused if I saw it? Then again, something grotesque couldn’t possibly be attached to a face like that…

“It’s all right. Be a good boy.”

Lucien brushed his lips along Kosha’s cheek and ear, whispering soothingly until the tension in the mage’s hands finally eased. His hand slipped deep between Kosha’s thighs, his palm gliding over the impossibly soft, smooth skin surrounding his cock.

Smooth?

Lucien, who had been teasing the nape of Kosha’s neck while holding him down, abruptly paused and sat upright. Kosha appeared too dazed even to stop him.

Without hesitation, Lucien shoved the shirt higher.

There, fully exposed, was a cock entirely devoid of hair.

“…Ha.”

Lucien could only drag a hand down his face.

At the end of all that pure white, flawlessly smooth skin hung a pale pink cock, already half erect. It was neither exceptionally thick nor especially long, but it could not be called small either. In the most ridiculous sense imaginable, it possessed an almost cosmetically perfect size and shape.

Lucien swallowed a curse.

“Are all mages like this?”

“Pardon…?”

He tapped the tip with one finger. The cock was perfectly straight, without even the slightest curve, and Kosha trembled at the touch, reacting with startling sensitivity.

Lucien had not asked because he expected an answer. Neither he nor Kosha was ever likely to find himself stripping the trousers from another mage, and the mere thought of other mages in such a state was revolting.

He wrapped his hand around the smooth pink shaft, which lacked even a single prominent vein. It seemed almost as though it had been fashioned specifically to fit his palm. If Kosha had been carrying something like this beneath his clothes all along, Lucien’s reaction was entirely understandable.

It can’t be helped. If his is the prettier one, then naturally it deserves to be sucked.

His thoughts wandered without direction. His head, already burning with heat, had long since ceased to function properly.

He had never imagined taking another man’s cock into his mouth. Yet this one was so pretty, and strangely enough, even smelled pleasant. He found that he did not mind.

Lucien parted his lips.

“Haaah!”

Kosha shrieked and struggled in panic, but Lucien subdued his soft thighs easily with one hand.

As Lucien drew the cock into his mouth and circled it with his tongue, Kosha’s thighs shuddered as if no one had ever pleasured him there before. Delighted by the reaction, Lucien took him deeper, coaxing the mage into tossing his hips in a helpless daze.

“Ah, ugh… Your Highness… ah…”

Lucien had half expected the smooth, pale pink cock to taste like cream, but once it rested on his tongue, there was only the fresh, raw taste and scent of flesh. It was not unpleasant. After working his mouth back and forth several times, he gave one final, firm suck as he withdrew, and Kosha’s body jerked once more.

The rush of blood had deepened the color to a vivid pink. Slick with saliva, it glistened beautifully in the dim light.

Next time, I should sprinkle sugar over it before putting it in my mouth.

Lucien had already begun planning their next encounter.

“Does it feel good?”

Kosha shook his head wildly in denial, though his slack, dazed expression carried little conviction.

Lucien stroked the wet shaft several times in a measured rhythm before taking the flushed glans into his mouth again. He caught Kosha’s flailing ankles, stripped away his socks, and guided the mage’s legs around his waist.

“You should do something too.”

Kosha’s soles, absurdly soft for someone who had spent his life chasing geese through the countryside, pressed against Lucien’s formidable erection. Even the startled curl of the mage’s toes sent a potent thrill through him. Lucien knitted his brow and tightened the suction around the glans.

He had always favored sweet things. Mimicking the slow pleasure of sucking on a piece of candy, he drew the head into his mouth and released it again while his hands slid down to cup the firm curves of Kosha’s buttocks and delve beneath them.

Lucien possessed no knowledge of intercourse between men, yet finding the place he wanted to explore came as naturally as instinct.

The moment his damp, saliva-slick fingertips breached the cleft of Kosha’s buttocks and brushed the concealed fold within, the mage convulsed.

“Hrakh!”

Kosha’s hand clamped onto Lucien’s shoulder hard enough to bruise. His cock, swollen to its limit, slipped from the prince’s lips with a wet pop and sprayed milky fluid across Lucien’s face.

The viscous release clung to the clean, sharp line of his lips and streaked upward toward the bridge of his nose.

Kosha had only just begun struggling to catch his breath after an orgasm that had darkened his vision, but now his face turned deathly pale.

“Y-Your Highness.”

“How perplexing. Why are you so flustered?”

Lucien wiped his face with one careless sweep of his hand and laughed in sheer disbelief. He was not remotely angry, yet the mere fact that Kosha had spilled something unclean across his face seemed enough to send the mage into a panic.

“Hm? What did I do?”

It seemed Lucien was the one who had endured far longer than the mage. Muttering beneath his breath, he pushed himself upright.

Kosha scrambled to rise with him, but it was futile. Lucien planted one damp hand against his chest and pressed him firmly back onto the bed.

“Stay still.”