Vol 1 Chapter 2 (1/2)
Jus Primae Noctis Chapter 2
“I know that you wish for me to relinquish my right to bed her on her wedding night; that is possible. But I want to exchange it for another right, although in reality that right also belongs to me anyway.” At this juncture, Wilts.h.i.+re stopped speaking of the matter, waiting for Walker's reaction.
“My Lord, as long as you spare Winifred, I am willing to do anything.” Knowing that Wilts.h.i.+re was waiting for a pledge from him, Walker immediately declared his position on the matter with no hesitation at all.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, my Lord.”
“Actually, it’s very simple.” Wilts.h.i.+re smiled again. At that, Walker began to feel a drop of cold sweat slowing meandering down his forehead although he did not know why he would have such a reaction.
“Well then, in that case you will use the virginity of your behind to exchange for your sister's virginity!”
“What…” It was apparent that Walker had wanted to give an outraged shout, but when he opened his mouth, all he could manage was a hoa.r.s.e rasp due to the excessive shock he had suffered.
“You don’t understand? As long as you spread your legs and let me stick this into your backside, I will let your sister off. Do you understand what I mean, now that I put it like this?” Wilts.h.i.+re undid the b.u.t.tons on his form-fitting trousers and pointed to the part that protruded out with a finger while looking at the utterly flabbergasted Walker with a lewd look on his face.
“No… No… No no no…” It was beginning to dawn upon Walker than Wilts.h.i.+re was not joking and he began backing away steadily in the direction of the door. He was trying to put as much s.p.a.ce as possible between them, anxious to escape from this room --- suddenly it felt narrow and oppressively small --- as if this beautiful young man in front of him was the very incarnation of the devil. However, when his gaze fell upon the slender girl that was laid out on the bed, he was immediately rooted to the spot, as if vines had erupted from the ground and twined themselves around his feet.
“Aren't you wearing a Scottish kilt today? Very good, I've heard that Scotsmen do not wear underpants beneath their kilts. Now, go and stand in the corner over there and lift up your kilt. It will just take five minutes of your time, after that you can bring your sister back to the church to continue with the wedding, with her moral integrity as unblemished as a piece of flawless white jade [1].” On Wilts.h.i.+re's pale but fine-featured face, there had appeared an incongruous evil smile. Pointing to a corner behind the bed, he was looking forward, with considerable interest, to relis.h.i.+ng to sight of the valiant man in front of him brought to the point of collapse.
Uncontrollably, Walker's face grew red. Even his chocolate-coloured skin, acquired through spending his days in the sun all throughout the year, could do nothing to conceal the flush that swept over his face.
Perceiving Walker's hesitation, Wilts.h.i.+re intentionally cast a seemingly accidental glance at Winifred --- she had been stripped down to her petticoat, her long hair was unbound and flowed around her prostrate form, making her appear ever so delicate and defenceless, just like a tender young j.a.panese Rose bloom [2].
Keenly aware of the implicit meaning behind Wilts.h.i.+re's cold and mocking eyes, Walker's face turned pale.
“Please, not here…” After struggling with his own thoughts for several minutes, Walker clenched his jaw and managed to hiss out this sentence from the slivers of s.p.a.ce between his teeth.
“She won't wake up, it seems that someone has given your delicate little flower a sedative.”
When he saw that Walker was still standing at the same spot like a frozen block of wood, Wilts.h.i.+re rubbed his lovely fingers together impatiently and said: “I am very busy, if you keep on procrastinating… Mister Robinson, I cannot guarantee that I will have enough patience to keep waiting.”
Believing that the n.o.bleman's interest in him was merely a pa.s.sing fancy, a whim that occurred on the spur of the moment, Walker began to fear that Wilts.h.i.+re would lose interest in this notion and change his target to Winifred instead.
“Alright, come on then! We both know that this is no big deal.” The sound was very soft; what Walker was doing was merely trying to convince himself.
With a stiff posture, he walked over to the corner indicated by Wilts.h.i.+re and slowly pressed himself against the wall, resting his hands hesitantly on his kilt. However he did not lift it up as Wilts.h.i.+re had demanded.
A smile born of enrapturement blossomed on Wilts.h.i.+re's face --- it had been a long time since he had last felt so interested in anything but the prospect of raping this strong Scotsman caused him to feel as though boiling-hot blood was coursing through his veins.
He walked over lazily, extending a hand, he grasped the male s.e.x organ under Walker's kilt firmly --- there was no affection or tenderness to this action, it was purely to grab at the other party's weakness as a means of establis.h.i.+ng even more control over him.
For a spell, that warm and soft flesh trembled in Wilts.h.i.+re's palm, as if it were a sentient object that was beginning to awaken after a period of inertia.
“If you don’t wish for that little flower that is lying on the bed to become my snack for tonight, then don’t stand there like a block of wood! Lift your right leg up!” As he was berating the other party with a stern voice, Wilts.h.i.+re was lifting up the other man's thigh, which seemed to be half again as thick as his own and forcefully bending it to the man's chest. Holding it in that position, he then pressed up against him with his whole body.
“Scottish kilts are only convenient at times like this, but beyond that…” He wickedly mocked Walker as he drove the length of the second finger on his right hand straight into the narrow and simmeringly hot pa.s.sageway.