Chapter 60

Lucien began rummaging through the cabinet lining the wall.

Temporary quarters at a hunting ground were naturally stocked with only the most basic necessities, including oil intended to condition hands calloused by bowstrings.

After searching several drawers, he finally found what he needed. The oil was neither freshly pressed nor of particularly fine quality, but when he rubbed a small amount between his palms, it seemed adequate.

It would have to suffice.

He could hardly afford to be particular when time was pressing.

When he returned with the bottle, Kosha had managed to prop himself up awkwardly.

As befitted a man of his class, Lucien remained fully dressed in his shirt and trousers, while Kosha wore nothing but a loose, thin shirt. The contrast stirred something perverse within him.

Those bare legs, spread so shamelessly wide.

Even though Lucien himself had stripped the mage, he felt an irrational urge to chastise Kosha for presenting such an indecent sight. He mounted him with a heavy, deliberate press and settled his full weight over the smaller body, flattening Kosha beneath him before he could offer any resistance.

Lucien buried his face in the crook of Kosha’s neck. The mage’s body had grown feverishly warm, intensifying his uniquely sweet scent. Lucien’s cock, heavy and throbbing with painful urgency, pressed firmly against the tender skin of Kosha’s inner thigh.

While Kosha gasped beneath the pressure, Lucien slipped one hand beneath his buttocks.

His oil-slick fingers massaged the hidden opening as he ground his erection against the mage’s thigh. Kosha’s own pink cock, rendered acutely sensitive by its recent release, was trapped between their bodies, crushed and kneaded with every movement.

Overwhelmed by the relentless stimulation, Kosha clung to Lucien’s neck and whined. The sound alone nearly drove the prince to climax.

Each time the aroused mage gasped, the muscles of his abdomen tightened. Beneath Lucien’s fingertips, the small opening twitched, loosened, and clenched in response. Maintaining the rhythm, Lucien worked his slick fingers against it, rubbing and massaging while his hips continued to grind against Kosha’s groin.

“Haa…”

Lucien barely managed to swallow a curse.

He knew mages possessed softer bodies than ordinary humans, but were their bones and muscles truly this supple?

The opening below was already yielding, twitching and parting after only the briefest preparation. One finger forced its way inside, and with a little patience, a second would likely follow.

To possess such a shamelessly responsive body and live alone in some backwater countryside…

The thought provoked an irrational surge of irritation. Lucien gritted his teeth and accelerated his movements.

“Ah, Y-Your Highness. It feels strange. Ah…”

“I know. Ngh, I know. Just a little more. Huu…”

His cock, grinding insistently against Kosha’s groin, now struck the perineum and the base of the mage’s balls. Pre-ejaculate had already made the area so slick that little additional oil was needed.

The instant Lucien managed to work two fingers past the tight opening, his own cock, driven to its absolute limit, reached release.

He had restrained himself for so long that the climax seemed endless. His mind dissolved into a murky haze as he gasped and bit down on Kosha’s neck. The mage shuddered violently beneath him, clenching around Lucien’s fingers so tightly that he felt the contraction against his buried knuckles.

Even after he came, Lucien’s vision remained stained bloodred.

When he finally lifted himself, the thick semen they had spilled together clung to their bodies like paste. Kosha’s shirt had ridden higher during Lucien’s grinding, exposing the smooth white expanse of his lower abdomen. Beneath it, the mage’s pretty cock had already grown erect and flushed once more.

Well, that’s fortunate.

One round would never have been enough in the first place.

Lucien swept his sweat-soaked hair away from his forehead and settled himself between Kosha’s legs once more. He seized the mage’s thighs and pushed them upward. Kosha’s body folded with startling ease, exposing his opening completely.

The reddish glow of sunset filtered through the window, illuminating white buttocks slick with oil. Between them, the opening had parted like a mouth, its delicate pink shade matching the glans of Kosha’s cock.

The sight alone restored Lucien’s erection. It twitched with ravenous hunger, desperate to force its way inside.

“…How can you be like this?”

For one fleeting moment, Lucien felt the urge to press his lips against the opening. Even to him, however, the act seemed unfamiliar, and he feared startling his partner. Besides, one ought to show some prudence during a first encounter.

He poured more oil into his palm and massaged the opening as if coaxing it to welcome him, then slipped his fingers inside with practiced ease. Since the body had already relaxed, two entered at once.

Kosha’s startled flailing was another matter entirely.

“Y-Your Highness? Again? A-Again… there? Ngh.”

“Yes. Again.”

Once two fingers could slide through the softened opening without resistance, Lucien’s impatience flared. He pressed the narrow neck of the oil bottle, still slick from his hands, against the loosened entrance and eased it inside before tipping the container.

The sensation of the unfamiliar liquid flowing into him must have been jarring. Kosha cried out sharply and kicked his legs.

His soft body yielded little by little, opening beneath Lucien’s persistent ministrations. By the time three fingers could move inside without resistance, the entire area was drenched in oil, producing wet, obscene squelches with every thrust. Lucien’s hands were soaked as well.

With nowhere else to wipe away the excess, he wrapped those slippery fingers around his own cock and stroked it several times.

Coated in a mixture of drying semen, fresh pre-ejaculate, and oil, the thick shaft resembled a glistening bludgeon in the fading light. Lucien did not want Kosha to see it in such a state.

Asking someone to take it into his mouth was one thing. Expecting him to receive that same length below was an entirely different demand.

Lucien climbed over Kosha’s body, naturally positioning himself above him. He had attempted to conceal the full extent of his arousal, but the mage turned pale the moment the broad head of Lucien’s cock settled against his loosened, yielding entrance.

“Y-Your Highness…” Kosha stammered. “There? Are you really…?”

“Shh. It’s all right.”

Lucien had to make it all right, even if it was not. He murmured soothingly as he scattered kisses across Kosha’s chin, lips, cheeks, and ears.

“Do you hate it?”

“Th-that…”

“Or are you only frightened?”

The question carried a gentle lilt, but Lucien’s voice had fallen noticeably deeper than usual. His rapid, strained breathing betrayed the tremendous restraint he was exerting.

Kosha gasped. “Is that… different?”

Lucien settled more of his weight over him and gave a quiet chuckle. “It is.”

“H-how?”

“If you hate it, I won’t do it.”

Yet as he eased his hips forward, the swollen head of his cock lodged firmly against the stretched opening. Despite his reassurance, his body seemed poised to force its way inside at any moment. The tight ring of muscle contracted around the tip, sending a sharp pulse of pleasure through Lucien. He groaned and caught Kosha’s earlobe between his teeth once more.

“If you’re frightened, I’ll make sure you don’t have to be.”

Kosha said nothing.

“You’re only frightened, aren’t you?”

Kosha could do nothing but nod.

Lucien accepted the answer with a kiss to his forehead, then wrapped one hand around his shaft and braced his hips. Slowly, he felt the head slip beyond the entrance.

“Ah…”

He gathered the mage, who was clinging desperately to his neck, into his arms and tried to comfort him. For the first time, the coarse fabric of their clothes felt intolerably cumbersome between them.

The sexual instruction given to the nobility had taught Lucien nothing about a situation like this. What he knew of intercourse was inherently one-sided, efficient, and concerned solely with procreation. Relations between men had been excluded entirely. Undressing completely was considered vulgar, while taking time to prolong pleasure was actively discouraged.

But what if I want to feel Kosha’s bare skin against mine? What if he becomes frightened when I follow the rigid methods I was taught? We aren’t trying to conceive a child, so why should any of those rules matter? What if he wants me to take my time?

The questions tangled uselessly in Lucien’s mind.

Meanwhile, his cock slipped deeper until its natural curve began pressing at an angle. Kosha whimpered. The constriction around him was dizzying, but the mage was trembling so violently that Lucien could not simply plunge the rest of the way in.

He was attempting to coax Kosha’s rigid body into relaxing when something struck him without warning. The inside of his skull seemed to ring beneath the blow of an invisible hammer. His vision swam, and the room split into overlapping images.

“Ugh…”

I still have to make this work. I have no other choice.

Lucien stopped halfway through the insertion and clutched his forehead. With the final thread of reason still available to him, he turned toward the window.

Only the faintest residue of daylight remained. More than half the sky had already deepened into a bruised indigo.

The sun had set.

That damned love potion.

His thoughts drifted into a haze as remote and unreachable as the night sky.

Should I stop? Should I pull out?

That was the final rational consideration to pass through his mind. A moment later, he no longer possessed the judgment required to answer it.

“Your Highness…?”

Kosha was still struggling to catch his breath when he called out in confusion.

A large hand seized his pelvis and hauled him down.

“…!”

“Haah…”

Kosha’s soundless scream tangled with Lucien’s groan of satisfaction. His soft thighs quivered, and the defined muscles of his abdomen tightened and rippled beneath the strain.

Yes. This is what I wanted.

Every thought of consideration vanished from Lucien’s mind. Nothing remained except the urgent need to satisfy the desire consuming him.

“Ah, Y-Your Highness, no! Don’t… ah!”

Lucien forced his way deeper, his cock driving against the sensitive interior. Even after the brutal entry, Kosha’s body held him so tightly that several inches remained outside.

Lucien clicked his tongue in frustration.

The mage’s insides were scalding, slick, constricting, and impossibly soft. He would have sworn upon his life that he had never experienced anything like it. The base of his cock, denied that same heat, seemed to throb with impatience, urging him to burrow farther until Kosha’s soft buttocks were pressed flush against his groin.

He began moving his hips and dragged Kosha’s pelvis closer once more.