Chapter 83#

Chaise a la ReineChapter 83#

For the first time in his life, the Emperor broke a promise he had made to himself. Contrary to his initial promise that he would not do so without permission, the second kiss was forced as well.

Their lips met suddenly while Eugène was still caught off guard. The Emperor’s right hand still restrained his arm, while his left gripped his chin to keep him from escaping. At the unexpected kiss, Eugène let out a startled moan, but even that was swallowed up by the Emperor’s mouth.

The Emperor’s soft lips pressed harshly against Eugène’s parched lower lip. With his jaw tilted upward from the grip, the Emperor’s tongue invaded his open mouth without hesitation.

He unilaterally took what he wanted as mercilessly as a robber.  Eugène’s tongue, which had tried to retreat, was caught, entwined with searing heat as desire surged in through their joined mouths. Eugène shut his eyes tightly and received the Emperor’s kiss. Yes, it was nothing short of being received.

The more intense the kiss became, the stronger the grip on his chin grew. The pressure on the underside of his jaw left him unable to close his mouth, stretching the skin and pulling his lower lip outward slightly.

Even that, the Emperor did not overlook. He gently bit the tender inner flesh with the tip of his teeth and ran his tongue along it covetously. The excessive stimulation caused his dry lips to crack, mixing a metallic tang with the kiss,  but the Emperor did not care.

Ebroin V seemed no longer able to restrain himself. As if a dam he had long held back had finally burst, a torrential current swept him forward.

Eugène, too, was caught in that flood. To become the object of such one-sided desire, to receive that greed in his own body, were wholly foreign experiences. In the face of sensations he had never once known in his life, he was momentarily rendered helpless.

Only after some time did Eugène come to his senses and grasp the wrist that was clutching his chin. Though that alone was not enough to divert the Emperor’s attention, intensely absorbed as he was. Eugène tightened his grip and turned his head to the side, an unmistakable gesture of refusal.

“Your Majesty.”

The lips that had been burning against his own finally parted, and the Emperor’s eyes slowly regained focus. As if trying to steady himself, he blinked and looked down at Eugène. Reflected in his lowered gaze were Eugène’s lips, flushed and swollen from the kiss. The Emperor instinctively ran his tongue across his own lips and lowered his head again, seeking another kiss.

“W-wait—Your Majesty, please wait a moment.”

Eugène wanted at least a moment to adjust to the abruptness of it all. The kiss had been so intense it was almost unbelievable, and the Emperor’s desire, so tenacious, had even ignited the secret desires hidden deep within Eugène himself. His fingertips still tingled, nerves overheated, not yet cooled by reason.

Regardless, Eugène tried to collect himself and speak rationally with the Emperor. If they continued like this without a clear resolution, it would only turn his long-standing worries into reality.

But unlike Eugène, who still held on to a shred of reason, the Emperor remained entirely consumed by desire. He chased Eugène’s lips even as he turned his head away, showering them with kisses. When Eugène parted his lips to speak, the Emperor quickly slipped his tongue in; when he shut his mouth in surprise, the Emperor urged him to open it again, nibbling insistently at the soft flesh.

“Do not resist, Eugène. You cannot run anyway.  You are now Ours.”

The Emperor deClared EUgène’S SUbordination in a hUSky VoiCe, laCed with deSire. HiS deClaration waS SatUrated with abSolUte Certainty, aS if EUgène’S reSiStanCe CoUld haVe no effeCt on hiS deCiSion.

FaCed with an Emperor who SoUght to Claim him with the arroganCe of a ConqUeror, EUgène felt a fliCker of defianCe. EaCh time he waS aboUt to SUCCUmb to the Emperor’S SedUCtion and fall for him, it waS thiS oppreSSiVe demeanor that made him Stop.

“lf l am to be yoUrS, YoUr MaJeSty mUSt beCome mine aS well. Do yoU eVen UnderStand what that meanS?”

Eugène stopped trying to flee as he had realized that turning away would only provoke pursuit. Instead, he met the Emperor’s gaze directly, making clear that if a relationship were to begin between them, it would not be as one-sided as it was now.

The Emperor smiled gracefully at his words. It was a rich, sensual smile, richly flavored like the finest wine.

“If you would have so, then We could ask for nothing more.”

Eugène felt uneasy at the Emperor’s overly confident smile. Somehow, it seemed that he had not fully grasped what Eugène meant.

The Emperor was handsome, capable, and even dazzlingly seductive, yet he was arrogant and prideful by nature. Eugène wondered just how far such a man could accept him. Loving a man required a different approach than loving a woman.

Eugène was a man, just like the Emperor, and he had his own desires. Until now, the Emperor had only imposed his own. But if things continued, the day would surely come when he would have to face Eugène’s in return.

I guess we shall see soon enough.

He reached out and seized the back of the Emperor’s neck, pulling him in and burying his lips in the Emperor’s.

Those lips, slightly parted like petals just moments before, accepted him with no resistance. Still swollen from the earlier kiss, they opened easily to him. Eugène kissed him with clear, deliberate desire, for the first time revealing himself as a man before the Emperor.

Even from a distance, the Emperor was dazzling enough to captivate the eye. Judging by his romantic past, Eugène had never been limited to women; at times, he found himself drawn to handsome men by sheer instinct rather than reason. In that sense, the Emperor is the perfect figure to project desire onto. So perfect, in fact, that he sometimes seemed unreal.

Eugène skillfully pulled him closer and licked the Emperor’s tongue as if savoring sweet fruit. Instead of fleeing, he pulled him in deeper, entwining their tongues and exploring his lips with bold intent.

Pulled down over Eugène’s body, the Emperor now leaned precariously forward. Seemingly unsure of how to react, he instinctively grasped Eugène’s shoulders for balance.

Finding the initial angle awkward, Eugène tilted his chin and dove into the Emperor’s mouth once more. As Eugène secured the nape of the Emperor’s neck with one hand and supported his waist with the other to ease their posture while showering him with kisses, a faint smile crept upon the Emperor’s lips, as though flustered yet secretly pleased.

Understanding Eugène’s intentions, he deliberately parted his lips and offered his tongue. The way he bared himself, as if to say Eugène could take whatever he desired, was both dignified and profoundly mesmerising.

Contrary to Eugène’s persistent suspicions, the Emperor showed no awkwardness in accepting his desire. As though he truly meant it when he said this was what he had longed for, he offered himself without hesitation, seeking to claim Eugène in return.

It was a simple equation, but for that very reason, all the more fatal, Eugène had no means left to resist.

The finest man, whom Eugène had never once imagined could be his, willingly gave himself over to possess him. The reason Eugène had always drawn a line was because he had assumed this man could never fully belong to him. But the Emperor’s demeanor rendered such calculations pitiful.

Tongues mingled to create a wet, obscene sound. They felt no shame in laying bare their longing for each other. Overcome by the urge to be closer still, the Emperor’s body slipped between Eugène’s parted legs. Pressing his waist firmly against Eugène’s, he raised the hand resting on his shoulder and seized both of Eugène’s cheeks.

“Do you know why We have been so obsessively fixated on your lips?”

The Emperor whispered as he bit down on Eugène’s lower lip, tugging gently.

“It was because We feared that, if We touched anything more, We would no longer be able to hold Ourself back.”

The Emperor confessed this unfiltered truth with a deep groan. “Damn it, my predictions never seem to be wrong.”

At the end of those words, he plunged into another kiss, ferocious enough to feel as though he would bite. Though their lips were joined as deeply as could be, it was a kiss filled with maddening frustration that they could not go any deeper.

A shiver ran through their nerves, heightening their arousal.  Even with the repeated kisses alone, their dicks had already begun to rise, yet neither of them seemed to notice. Their entire focus was consumed solely by each other.

Inside the narrow carriage, the air was thick with the wet sounds of colliding tongues, ragged breaths, and the rustling of garments rubbed against hastily moving bodies. The Emperor, ablaze with the urge to undress Eugène then and there, only then realized that the carriage had already come to a halt.

“There is a bedchamber inside the mansion.”

He stated this ordinary and obvious fact with the weight of something monumental. Still caught in the lingering haze of the kiss, Eugène did not immediately grasp the meaning. But in the very next moment, he understood that it was a blatant invitation.

Only then did Eugène look around. The carriage had indeed stopped, and there was no sign of the coachman. He had not looked outside, but judging by the atmosphere, it seemed they had arrived at a place he had visited before.

The outer entrance of the secret passage leading to the palace, one not to be discovered or known by the uninvited. Naturally, it was a place the Emperor, having slipped out in secret, would have to pass through again to return to the palace. And yet, it felt strangely new to Eugène.

“Do I not need a blindfold?”

Even in such a moment, Eugène’s sense of propriety remained unshaken as he asked something seemingly out of place. The Emperor responded with a playful smile and extended a hand toward him.

“Would it not be too rough to begin with such tastes right away? Let us try that next time.”

Though it sounded like a teasing jest, he meant it half in earnest. The sight of Eugène, wearing a black blindfold that shut out all vision, suppressing his unease and sitting calmly, had revealed to Ebroin V an entirely new world of preferences he had never known before.

Eugène stared at the hand extended to him for a moment and then took it. It was a gesture of acceptance of the invitation to the bedchamber, and at the same time, of consent to let himself be guided while keeping his eyes closed.

Watching Eugène close his eyes in advance without being told, the Emperor, thinking him truly impossible to resist, smiled in satisfaction. He had expected this choice all along, and while he appeared composed on the surface, uncontrollable joy surged from the depths of his heart.

Finally, he had taken his hand.

He had taken a step of his own will and come to him.

The Emperor found that fact immensely satisfying. Eugène was the kind of man who bore responsibility for his choices, no matter the circumstances. He was the kind of man who once risked his neck for a love long past, and even reached out sincerely to help the wife who had betrayed him. Now this man had willingly entered his arms. That meant he was his. Eugène would not go back on this choice,  no matter what the future held.

The Emperor, who had waited so long for this very moment, gripped Eugène’s hand tightly in his own. He was not one to easily let go of what he had seized, and this, too, was a stubbornness of his own.