Chapter 91#
Chaise a la ReineChapter 91#
A bead trickled down the Emperor’s pearl-toned torso and dropped onto Eugène’s chest. The liquid, briefly pooling in the hollow between his pectorals, began a slow descent along the clear, defined line of his chest.
Like a pearl sliding down a thread, the distinct motion caught the Emperor’s gaze. He followed that path with his lips, tasting Eugène’s body with the tip of his tongue. The faint salty taste of sweat lingered on his tongue, raw and visceral.
The lean stomach, almost devoid of fat, tensed firmly as it sensed the approach of his lips. As if aware of the lips pursuing them, the beads of sweat gradually traced a sharper descent, pooling at the center of his abdomen, in the shallow dip of his navel.
The Emperor extended his tongue to lick around the belly button, then gently nipped the soft flesh of Eugène’s belly. Each time he applied stimulation, the surrounding skin quivered subtly, and Eugène’s breathing grew restless.
From the slow and indulgent way the Emperor caressed his body, as if trying to savor every inch of it, Eugène’s penis was already half-erect again.
“I shall pleasure Your Majesty this time.”
Eugène, unable to endure the sensation of being so one-sidedly devoured, raised his body and reached for the Emperor’s penis.
But the Emperor caught that hand, interlaced their fingers, and pressed it down against the bed. As he moved, his erect penis brushed against Eugène’s inner thigh. Despite not being touched himself, the Emperor’s penis was completely hard already.
“It seems you do not realize how much pleasure your body gives Us. We are already thoroughly enjoying Ourself. You need not make any effort.”
The Emperor left a long kiss on each of his clasped hands, then released his hands again and lowered his head down Eugene’s body.
Though gentle, the refusal was unmistakable, and Eugène felt awkward. Indeed, the Emperor looked pleased, but it was Eugène who was left in discomfort.
The secretive kisses planted all over his body were sweet and fervent, like those of a worshipper. His Majesty was tuning his body like an instrument, testing what kind of notes it would produce before playing it in full. He rubbed and licked every part of Eugène, watching his reactions with deliberate care.
Eugène felt completely naked.
This was not about nudity in the physical sense; it was about the emotional barricades he had always carried with pride, now beginning to tremble.
More than the removal of clothes, it was the unfastening of his heart that brought the greater shame. At this rate, he would be left with nothing but his bare self, laid helpless before the Emperor.
“Do you know how it makes Us feel, to have you so completely open for Us?”
The Emperor sensually caressed the heavy testicles between Eugène’s legs and the tender area hidden behind them. Eugène’s thighs were spread wide, allowing the Emperor unhindered access, and his most vulnerable points lay defenseless in full view.
The Emperor knew that it was only his privilege to be able to see this view. Eugène would never allow anyone else to see him like this without his own choice.
The Emperor reached for the glass bottle that had rolled to the side of the bed and poured oil into his hands. Learning from his earlier misstep, this time he had prepared a diluted musk oil often used by men. He had no intention of letting Eugène walk around again with that strong rose scent from before.
He was already aware that, simply because he had chosen Eugène, there were some who looked upon the man with covetous eyes. The fact that Eugène was his alone was already enough to draw attention. Why, then, would he allow his body to carry unnecessary and improper implications that might provoke even bolder fantasies?
If things continued like this, more and more people would begin to look at him. The Emperor did not want Eugène to be objectified by others. Whether they regarded him as an object of desire or saw him as something to use, those people would be of no help to Eugène whatsoever.
He applied oil to his fingers and began to loosen Eugène’s hole. Perhaps the memory of his first experience had etched caution deep into his instincts, as his body did not open as easily as it had before. The Emperor brought his lips down again, finding Eugène’s, and moved his fingers. The slightly stiff lips revealed Eugene’s tense state of mind.
Despite having taken such care to melt his entire body, when it came time for the main act, it proved not as easy as expected. The Emperor licked and nipped lightly at Eugène’s lower lip, and with his free hand, he touched the erogenous zones he had learned while caressing him.
From what he had discovered, Eugène was particularly sensitive where the skin was delicate. Around the eyes where the tear ducts were close, behind his ears, at the line where his neck met his shoulders, around his soft nipples and navel, and, most sweetly, along the inner anal walls.
From around the corners of Eugène’s eyes, the Emperor laid kisses one by one, working down to his neck, where he bared his teeth against smooth skin. He sucked hard, then licked softly, kissing gently around the area before grazing his teeth over the flesh. All the while, the fingers below coated Eugène’s inner walls with oil.
A tremor ran down Eugène’s spine at the sensation of that delicate flesh being teased. Since he was unfamiliar with it, the heightened sensitivity set his nerves alight and warmed his body from within.
Below, his hole opened slickly under the fingers. Above, his lips were undone by kisses. Eugène wrapped his arms around the Emperor’s neck, gently biting his earlobe, trying to respond more actively.
He was not the type to keep cowering like a child just because of one bad memory. If he was going to go through with this, then perhaps doing it boldly was not a bad idea.
“Your Majesty said I would need practice to get used to it, did you not?”
Eugène whispered huskily, echoing the line the Emperor had used to persuade him.
“You may enter now. I think you have knocked long enough.”
Who would refuse such an invitation? The Emperor gladly accepted it.
This time, perhaps because he truly did not want to hurt Eugène, the Emperor devoted himself to thorough preparation. He not only spent a long time fully loosening Eugène’s hole, but he also applied so much oil to his own penis that it dripped.
Thanks to that, the first contact felt less like skin meeting skin and more like two slick membranes sliding against each other. But soon, the heat of their bodies overwhelmed any initial sense of foreignness.
The Emperor held Eugène’s waist tightly and slowly moved his body forward. Rather than delaying penetration like the first time, this time felt like he was allowing the body to receive him.
Rather than going deep in all at once, the Emperor entered him slowly, retreating with equal gentleness. Even so, his hands never ceased to stroke Eugène’s lower back with an almost reverent tenderness. It seemed Eugène was not the only one who thought of himself as fragile, like a nervous child, judging by how delicately the Emperor treated him. The realization brought a wry, involuntary smile to Eugène’s lips.
“Aah.”
A moan escaped the Emperor’s lips before he realized it. Not knowing his intention to be as gentle as possible, Eugène acted provocatively.
Moving of his own accord, Eugène subtly shifted his hips to adjust the angle, then deliberately took him in deeper. A faint furrow appeared between his brows, whether from discomfort or effort was unclear, but in his gaze lingered an unexpectedly amused glint, as if challenging the man who stared down at him in astonishment.
“So this is how it felt every time Your Majesty took me by surprise? I must admit, it is rather entertaining.”
As if responding to that playful provocation, Eugène’s inner walls tightened around the Emperor’s penis, as if sucking it in. It was no longer the simple, firm, and springy sensation he remembered from before. Now there was something more, a clinging, almost sticky feeling that sent a shiver up his scalp. A sweet, tingling pleasure enveloped his penis.
“Do not provoke.”
The Emperor warned in a hoarse voice, parting Eugène’s knees with force he could barely restrain. Desire warred with control in his strained voice. Eugène, lips brushing against his mouth, offered the same words back with a kiss.
“Did Your Majesty not once tell me to enjoy what is meant to be enjoyed? Then allow me to learn, starting now.”
Lowering his gaze in deliberate provocation, Eugène smiled softly before adding with a whisper of warning.
“However, if Your Majesty hurts me again this time, I shall not forgive you. I will strike you without hesitation.”
Eugène spread his thighs without hesitation, inviting him in deeper. The Emperor could no longer resist.
After having spent so long holding himself back, he kissed Eugène deeply, possessively, and began to move. The penis that had been trying to slip out shallowly was thrusted in again, driving sharply into the wet insides.
Eugene flinched at his intense movement that pounded inside his body and tightened his buttocks. The muscles of the inner wall that were actively tightening around his penis enhanced the Emperor’s pleasure. As if aroused by this, the Emperor thrust his penis into his hole once again.
As Eugène lowered his body in sync with the rhythm, their union deepened in a way entirely unlike before.
“Hngh.”
“Aah-”
The two were each struck with shock in their own way. The Emperor was overwhelmed by a near-maddening pleasure at the realization that Eugène was moving his hips of his own accord, syncing his rhythm with him.
Eugène found that moving with him was surprisingly less painful than being a passive recipient. Since they were moving in the same rhythm, it felt far less like being struck unilaterally, and the swift stimulation of his inner walls was unexpectedly not unpleasant. The act of penetration itself was still painful, but the tingling pleasure that followed felt all the more distinct.
This new discovery piqued Eugene’s curiosity.
The rigid, swollen penis, aroused to its limit, was thrust deep into his body with a heavy force. In sync with it, Eugène opened himself up. Everything felt as though it were being reassembled anew from the start. The Emperor’s penis, burrowing deep into his belly, awakened something within him in a way he had never once imagined.
Each movement of the hips brought alternating waves of deep pain and delayed searing heat. When it pierced through and split the inner walls, it was painful enough to make him flinch, but as it withdrew, a tingling sensation radiated across his entire perineum.
The vague, elusive feeling that refused to fully materialize was somehow akin to an itch. Or perhaps like a song lyric stuck endlessly on a single phrase, or the faint, flickering memory of an old friend’s name that hovered just beyond recollection.
“Aagh?”
Then, in a single moment, it happened. By sheer chance, as their rhythm aligned, the Emperor’s penis struck a certain spot deep within him. Eugène had known in theory that such a place existed within his body, but he had never once actually felt it. The Emperor, unversed in the ways of sodomy, went even further, not knowing such a place existed in a man’s body at all.
Suddenly, a spark exploded in Eugène’s head, and his back arched dramatically. Just like a cannon firing right before his eyes, everything went momentarily white. Caught off guard, he could not suppress the moan that burst from his lips. It was the Emperor who quickly grasped the situation while Eugène was still reeling from what had just happened to him.
He did not exactly know what it was, but he could see at once that Eugène’s reaction had shifted. Involuntarily, his whole body jerked, and an urgent moan flowed through his parted lips, one that he had never heard before. Eugène’s body convulsed, and his inner walls clenched around the Emperor’s penis so intensely it felt as though they might consume him entirely.
He gripped Eugène’s waist firmly, leaving him no room to escape, and began to stab the newly discovered place relentlessly. Even the faintest brush against it had sent sparks flaring behind Eugène’s eyes, and now that the Emperor struck it deliberately, there was no way Eugène could endure it.
Eugène stared at the Emperor with dazed, helpless eyes, unable to stop the moans bursting from his lips. In his gaze lingered disbelief, confusion, and a silent question: What are you doing to me?
That defenseless gaze further fueled the Emperor’s desire. Eugène looked as though he had never imagined such a thing could happen to him. Nevertheless, with every movement, every touch that stirred him, he responded without end, unraveling completely under the weight of pleasure too intense to bear.
The Emperor found that sight deeply to his liking. Eugène, overcome not by pain but by pleasure, appeared far more beautiful in that state. It was unbearably lovely to see his body languidly sprawled beneath him, his expression blurred by what might have been tears or sweat.
“Do you like it here?”
He instinctively parted Eugène’s reflexively drawn-up knees and thrusted in with renewed force. Eugène, arms wrapped tightly around the Emperor’s shoulders, dug his fingers into him, unable to withstand the onslaught, each thrust sent his body sliding helplessly upward in response.
“Aah. Haah. Wait- Your Majesty, Agh- Your Majesty!”
Eugène wanted to plead with the Emperor to slow down, to stop, but he could not form coherent words. Each time the Emperor thrusted, it felt as though lightning tore through his lower half. Each thrust shattered him in waves of overwhelming pleasure, as if his entire being were breaking apart and piecing itself back together again.
The intensity coursing through him was enough to set his nerves ablaze, leaving him unable to collect his thoughts. He could no longer see straight, and the moans that escaped him were raw and unrestrained. This time, it was not pain that pushed him to the brink but the sheer, all-consuming pleasure.
Overwhelmed by the unfamiliar rush of pleasure, the Emperor held Eugène tightly in his arms, as if to keep him from slipping away. There was no room for escape, only the desperate, all-encompassing embrace of a man seeking to become one with another, thrusting every last ounce of strength into the union.
Each time Eugène’s moans increased in pitch, the Emperor’s pleasure also increased. Damn it– he had felt it the first time, but it felt so good to be inside Eugène. The inner walls reacted intensely to the slightest stimulus, embracing his penis with a heat and pressure that felt as though it had been made to trap and overwhelm him. How could a man as upright as Eugène possess a body so lascivious?
The Emperor felt a burning urge to ejaculate from the strong pressure that seemed to pull him inside. Eugène’s penis, hardened solely from the overwhelming pleasure behind, let a drop of fluid bead at the tip.
It was the Emperor who came first. Embracing Eugène tightly, he thrust his penis in hard, almost forcing his testicles inside Eugène’s hole, savoring the feeling of complete release.
The Emperor was so consumed by Eugène’s pleasure that even his final ejaculation was driven deep into the inner wall he had come to fixate on. Upon that feverishly sensitive flesh, searing heat erupted with near-indecent intensity.
The already oversensitive place had been struck dozens of times, and now, covered with hot semen, Eugène’s body could endure no more, and his own release followed without resistance.
As though echoing the Emperor’s pulsing release deep within him, Eugène’s body responded in kind, spilling in time with the movement inside. Eugène’s semen spurted out wildly, splashing up to the Emperor’s cheek and hair. The sweat-slicked flat abdomen and even the chest marred with visible bite marks now glistened with semen.
A lingering aftermath, long and overwhelming enough to shatter all sense, enveloped the two of them. They lay on top of each other, gasping for breath, slowly gathering the scattered fragments of their consciousness.
And then, some time later.
In the fading darkness, a sharp thud echoed meaningfully.