Chapter 90#
Chaise a la ReineChapter 90#
Even if it had been his first time being embraced by another man, it surely had not been his first time having sex. He was a perfectly healthy adult male; after all, he had even been married once and had a male lover, so he must have had some degree of experience.
That was precisely why the Emperor felt uneasy. It had been thrilling in the moment, but now that it was over, he feared the consequences of what he had done.
The Emperor was belatedly regretting how, in his selfish desire, he had failed to show Eugène the slightest consideration. It had probably been Eugène’s first time being held that way, and yet, rather than cherishing him tenderly, he had yielded to a cruel urge to conquer and intentionally tormented him, hurting him. The memory was now unbearable.
No matter how he thought about it, it had been an unforgivable offense. The Emperor grew increasingly anxious, alone in his agony, wondering whether Eugène might have lost affection for him because of it.
But it was difficult to offer a straightforward apology like, “I am sorry for hurting you back then. I lost control in the moment.” To do so would be to admit that he had indeed lost control, which was a fact he was unwilling to acknowledge.
He was no blushing boy experiencing his first time. What kind of disgrace would that be? The Emperor had rather chosen to shoulder the image of a brute with poor bedroom manners than allow himself to be seen as an immature fool who lacked self-restraint and had ended up hurting his partner.
I have been completely deluded. I had completely forgotten that this man is unusually insensitive when it comes to such things.
The Emperor, realizing he had ended up as the man who not only failed to restrain himself, but failed to do the act properly as well, clenched his jaw.
“One experience is hardly enough to make such a sweeping judgment, do you not think?”
He knew full well that all of this was his fault. Still, he could not help but be enraged, no doubt because his pride as a man had been wounded squarely. To put it crudely, the Emperor felt like Eugène had just kicked him in the balls.
“We were both unfamiliar with it, so naturally, there must have been some awkwardness. That should be taken into account.”
Eugène, seeing how desperately the Emperor was trying to deny the truth, pitied him and gently agreed with his argument.
“Yes, Your Majesty. I failed to consider that point myself.”
“There is much to learn on both sides, as it is not something that can be perfected in one or two tries. We made a mistake, it seems. We ended up indefinitely postponing our second time, while trying to be considerate.”
The Emperor spoke in a deliberately nonchalant tone, as though it were nothing of consequence.
But his insides were boiling like molten lava. He was holding himself back only because he knew pressing Eugène further would make him look even more pathetic, but in truth, he wanted to tear off his clothes right then and there and correct Eugène’s absurd misconception.
“The less familiar the act, the more one must practice to improve, would you not agree? You and We are both intelligent men, so it should not take us long to find our rhythm.”
“… Pardon?”
Eugène had been nodding quietly along, listening, but as the conversation began to veer into increasingly strange territory, he belatedly started to panic. The Emperor, however, feigned complete innocence and stubbornly pushed forward with what he wanted to say.
“No need to wait. Why not start tonight? We shall come to you in secret once the bedtime ceremony is done, so have everything prepared and wait for Us.”
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“Aah—”
“Are you thinking of something ejse right now?”
The Emperor, who waS perSonally pleaSUring him with hiS moUth, Chided him for daring to be diStraCted and bared hiS teeth Slightly againSt EUgène’S member. Startled by the Sharp, eleCtrifying SenSation, EUgène nearly bUCked hiS hipS, bUt managed to SUppreSS the reflex by gripping the SheetS So tightly it Seemed they might tear.
A light Sheen of Sweat ClUng to hiS arChed baCk. ThroUgh the open window, left aJar to relieVe the heat, SedUCtiVe moonlight Spilled in.
The humid night breeze, winding its way through the thickly planted garden trees, gently rustled the muslin canopy tied to the corner posts. That faint moonlight, slanting across the bed, bathed the Emperor’s naked back in a pearlescent glow.
That night, the Emperor, who had come to him as promised, propped against the head of the bed, and unhesitatingly buried his face between Eugène’s spread thighs.
Each movement of the Emperor’s head echoed with lewd, wet sounds that filled the room. That warm, smooth mouth, like silk, swallowed him completely, and the unfamiliar tongue traced along his penis.
Though clumsy still, and occasionally grazing his penis with teeth, the awkwardness only heightened the unbearable pleasure for Eugène. After all, when had the sovereign of an empire ever sucked another man’s dick? In the entire span of his life, Eugène had been the Emperor’s first, and this was surely the first time he had ever performed such a thing on a man.
“There is no need to hold back so much. Is it not agonizing by now?”
The widely parted thighs trembled faintly. Overstimulated by the Emperor’s mouth, Eugène’s aroused penis stood firm, shedding bitter tears.
Anyone else might have instinctively thrust their hips forward by now, but Eugène held back, trembling with tension all the way up to his lower abdomen. The Emperor, pitying and charmed by his restraint, encouraged him gently, but Eugène only clenched his teeth and shook his head.
“If I move wrong… hngh… you might get hurt…”
Eugène clenched his jaw, afraid he might harm the Emperor’s throat if he moved his hips without thinking. Intellectually, he knew the Emperor was not so fragile, but the overwhelming softness of that mouth kept clouding his judgment. His instincts, which longed to indulge, were blocked by a fear of causing harm.
Hearing this, the Emperor’s eyes curled seductively, as if charmed. He chuckled low in his throat and, pressing his tongue forward, deliberately licked the sensitive slit near Eugène’s urethra.
“If we are doing this out of mutual desire, why deny yourself so much? One ought to enjoy what there is to enjoy.”
He sucked his penis deeply enough to make a slurping sound, then kissed the reddened tip with lips pursed into a soft circle.
“If you are merely receiving Our desire, that is not lovemaking. We want to truly know what you feel. We want to see you surrender to pleasure because of Us.”
The Emperor’s voice was thick and sweet as honey. Flowing into his ears, it melted and clung to Eugène’s eardrums as if it had become part of him.
Eugène, pushed to his limit, could no longer resist the fatal temptation. The Emperor’s bold invitation snapped the chains that had bound him in place.
Like a taut string finally breaking, Eugène’s hips bucked free. His erection, driven by instinct, pushed deep into the Emperor’s throat and then slipped back out, brushing against those soft lips.
The Emperor welcomed the surge of Eugène’s desire without hesitation, swallowing him carefully and fully. Just as he was enjoying Eugène, he wished for Eugène to enjoy him in equal measure. Only then could he break the last of Eugène’s defensive shell and claim what lay hidden inside.
“Your Majesty- Your Majesty.”
Eugène called to him feverishly, thrusting deep in his mouth. To the Emperor, nothing was more lovely than seeing Eugène undone with pleasure, all because of him.
The low moans trembling over his head, the increasingly labored breathing, even the throbbing hardness pulsing inside his mouth; every bit of it was unbearably sweet.
Nngh, mmph, aah. Eugène, moaning with a voice that scraped deep in his throat, rocked his hips until he abruptly stiffened, climax hitting him like a tidal wave. He began to cum inside the Emperor’s mouth, lost in an overwhelming pleasure so intense it left his mind blank.
The twitching dick pulsed and spilled hot, white liquid in sudden spurts. The Emperor, unbothered in the slightest, swallowed the offering of passion with serene composure.
“Mmph, haa.”
Even after what felt like an endless climax, Eugène could not come to his senses. The staggering pleasure the Emperor had given him had stolen away his reason entirely.
He gasped for breath, legs still spread wide, unable even to think of closing them. The remains of that dizzying ecstasy still coursed through his veins—each beat of his heart echoing in the vessels behind his ears, pounding like a drum.
“Surprisingly bitter.”
He had expected the taste of a man’s semen to be salty, but the bitterness was more pronounced. Like a sommelier discerning a wine’s notes, the Emperor rolled his tongue lightly, savoring the lingering taste.
Eugène, dazed, stared at the Emperor, only to realize with a jolt that the man was tasting his cum. His face flushed deep red in embarrassment. But given how flushed he already was, it hardly made a difference.
“Why would Your Majesty taste such a thing?”
When he had been actively moving his hips earlier, his mind had been so consumed with pleasure that he could think of nothing else. But seeing the Emperor now, casually tasting his semen, suddenly brought him crashing back to reality.
A wave of shame washed over him as he wondered what on earth he had just done to him. And yet, remembering how the Emperor had accepted his carnal desires without the slightest hesitation only stoked the heat pooling in his lower abdomen once more.
Whether he understood Eugène’s conflicted thoughts or not, the Emperor stuck out his tongue and gently licked his lower lip, letting out a faint smile.
“We must become accustomed to it, as We will continue tasting it from now on.”
Saying that, he leaned in, his lips hovering just above Eugène’s, close enough to touch, but not quite. That mouth, still slightly swollen from moments ago, whispered close against his lips.
“So perhaps… you should have a taste as well?”
Their damp lips brushed softly together, and a kiss followed, sweet and bitter with the taste of bodily fluids.
The Emperor’s tongue slipped in gently, affectionately coiling around Eugène’s. Eugène responded in kind, tenderly licking the very tongue that had only moments ago brought him such pleasure.
One of the Emperor’s hands slipped around Eugène’s back, while the other caressed his chest. Adjusting the angle of his head, he kissed deeper, and Eugène tilted his own head to allow him in more fully.
The Emperor, who had been rough and impatient during their first time, was now calm and stable, warming Eugène slowly. Though he still made occasional mistakes, unfamiliar with a man’s body, it was clear he was a fast learner, just as he had promised.
He had discovered that Eugène’s chest, made of firm muscle, could not be grasped the way a woman’s could, but that even men could feel pleasure through their nipples.
Due to often having to remove his shirt aboard the ship, Eugène’s upper body had a healthy bronze tone to it. The nipples were a dark wine color and were absurdly small compared to a woman’s, and the areolas were almost dainty in size.
“You hardly have any body hair.”
The Emperor said, as if intrigued, and lightly toyed with Eugène’s small nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Eugène let out a soft laugh as he ran both hands down the elegant line of the Emperor’s back.
“Seamen often shave. During long voyages, it becomes difficult to bathe properly, and lice or fleas can spread.”
“Oh, how romantic.”
“Please do not mock me. Your Majesty was the one who asked.”
“We did. But We never told you to answer so honestly. You need to learn the concept of a bona fide lie.”
The Emperor lightly chided Eugène for his unnecessary honesty and took one of his nipples into his mouth.
The delicate, sensitive spot, impossible to harden or train, was nipped lightly, and Eugène gave a stifled moan as his muscular chest trembled.
The Emperor toyed freely with this defenseless part of Eugène’s body, rolling it over his tongue, gently pulling with pursed lips.
Eugène swallowed hard and tried to muffle the quickening sounds in his throat. Whatever the Emperor did, his instinct was always to endure it.
Let us see how long you can last.
To hold Eugène in his arms and gradually melt his body was like unwrapping layer upon layer of a carefully wrapped gift. Just when it seemed one layer had been peeled away, another lay beneath. And even when he thought he had finally reached the end, there was still more.
But the Emperor was never bored with the process. Each layer held its own charm, and he was certain that what lay buried deep within was the very gift he had yearned for all this time.
“Eugène.”
It was well past midnight in August, and the heat of the summer night still lingered. The moment either of them moved, sweat beaded at their brows.
However, given that the two were tangled together, sharing each other’s body heat, it was only natural that their entire bodies would be drenched in sweat.