Vol 1 Chapter 6 (1/2)
Jus Primae Noctis Chapter 6
Enjoying the freedom of solitude, the exhausted Walker gradually drifted into the land of dreams --- this was the first time he had felt so comfortable in days. Although the evil Wilts.h.i.+re had not demanded to make love to him for the last couple of days, but every night, he still forced him to strip naked and share the same bed as him. Furthermore, once on the bed, Wilts.h.i.+re would wantonly feel him up and manipulate his body, making it impossible for Walker to have a restful sleep.
“Dong dong dong… [1]” The strange noises coming from the window startled him from the cosy state of being half-awake and half-asleep, thwarting his hopes of having a peaceful night. He struggled to his feet and went to open the window, but the sight that met his eyes was a face that he did not expect to see at all.
“h.e.l.lo [2], Darling, were you already asleep?” Barely dressed, wearing a dressing gown, Wilts.h.i.+re climbed through the window with a roguish smile on his face. Because of the cold, he constantly stamped his foot on the floorboards and proceeded to nestle into Walker's quilt, completely without obtaining Walker's approval.
“Oh my G.o.d! It’s so cold that I could die. Why did Franklin a.s.sign you to such a place, it’s all his fault that I nearly froze to death while looking for you. But fortunately, I still managed to find you!” Wilts.h.i.+re gave a sniff of his nose and extended a hand to toss away his dressing gown; it was only at this juncture that Walker discovered that underneath his dressing gown, Wilts.h.i.+re was totally naked.
“Aren’t you cold, quickly get in here!” The person who had caused others to get chilled still had the audacity to play host even though he was really an uninvited guest. With a warm att.i.tude, he lifted up the corner of the quilt and graciously invited the actual owner of the bed to share it with him.
Although he really did not wish to be hemmed in with Wilts.h.i.+re in a crowded s.p.a.ce, the autumn nights of London were really too cold for him to be standing around in just his unders.h.i.+rt and underpants. After hesitating for a while, Walker finally got under the quilt.
The moment he lay his body down, Wilts.h.i.+re extended an arm and embraced him.
“Why are you still wearing these things, they just get in the way?” The same time as his lips were making complaints, his hands were pulling off Walker's pants.
“What do you think you’re doing?” The sudden feeling of having their lower bodies pressed against each other caused Walker's face to flush red immediately. He wanted to free himself from the other man's hand, which was clutching his genitals, but he couldn't move because Wilts.h.i.+re was clamping down on that vital point firmly.
“What I mean to do… shouldn’t that be very clear?” Wilts.h.i.+re propped up his upper body and looked down into Walker's eyes, aided by the light of the moon. Bathed in the gentle and pure illumination, his insurmountably gorgeous green eyes sparked with a poignant incandescence; in that moment, Walker was so shaken by his beauty that he found that he was unable to speak.
“Don’t gaze at me with that look in your eyes…” Wilts.h.i.+re gave a soft sigh, and s.h.i.+fted his body over to press down upon Walker, “If you keep on looking at me like that, I’m going to devour you…” His voice was low and full of bewitchery, as if he were the serpent that had tempted Eve to eat the apple.
Not waiting for Walker to make any reply, he bent his head down and kissed Walker on his full and plump lips. In the stillness and silence of the late night, the sounds of Wilts.h.i.+re sucking on the tip of his tongue could be heard clearly, and Walker could distinctly feel his lower abdomen being prodded by Wilts.h.i.+re's s.e.x organ, which had already grown erect.
Originally, he had thought that he had been given the rare chance to have a good night’s sleep tonight, but from the looks of it, Wilts.h.i.+re had not intended to let him off from the very start --- the feeling of friction caused by the Marquess's glabrous skin constantly rubbing against his own caused Walker, who had already tasted the pleasure that s.e.x could bring, to also become excited, albeit involuntarily.
Though aggrieved to feel that desire was burning throughout his body, bringing with it a contradictory blend --- humiliation and pleasure --- of feelings, it still caused Walker to be unable to keep himself from tightly hugging the body that was pressing down upon his own. There was a tenderness revealed in the movements of Wilts.h.i.+re's hands that had never before existed, but within that tenderness, there was also an urgency which had been created by abstinence over the past few days.
Subjugated by the irresistible desire, the low sounds of Walker's gasps echoed throughout the room, even the still air seemed to be ignited by their pa.s.sion. Boiling-hot sweat slowly seeped out from Wilts.h.i.+re's forehead, neck and body, mingling with Walker's; this was ironclad evidence of the extremely intimate relations.h.i.+p between the two men.
After thoroughly caressing the Scotsman's body with his lips and hands, Wilts.h.i.+re found that he had gradually become unable to control his own l.u.s.t. Finally unable to restrain himself any longer, he reached out to lift both of Walker's legs and then, he buried his desire into his body deeply.
“Ah… ah…” Although he had already had to endure this kind of pain countless times, but to be a man who was penetrated by another man, Walker found the anguish caused by his predicament to be intolerable, both physically and mentally. He could not help but to cry out because of the pain, and at the same time, Walker's hands were clutching tightly at the sheets under his body.
Telling himself not to do things in a headlong rush like he had the previous times, Wilts.h.i.+re reigned in his desire that was clamouring for release, as if his life depended upon it. With excruciatingly slow movements, he pushed his p.e.n.i.s into Walker's body bit by bit, gradually reaching the very depths. At the very moment when it was completely inside Walker, he stilled and stopped moving, until he felt the muscles that were enveloping him tightly become accustomed to the intrusion. Only then did he begin to move his body in a slow rhythm.
Walker had screwed his eyes shut; without fail, at times like this, his entire consciousness would seem to be concentrated on that area where he was coupled with Wilts.h.i.+re --- burning and scalding, the feeling of his muscles contracting before being forcibly stretched apart, extreme pain and humiliation were combined with pleasure that he could hardly bring himself to admit to... the resulting mixture of emotions was a complicated c.o.c.ktail that made him want to drift with the waves and go with the flow.
“Walker… can you read?” As Wilts.h.i.+re zealously continued his pistoning movements, he asked a question that had absolutely no relevance to the present circ.u.mstances or atmosphere.
At this moment, Walker was existing in a state of being where he had been completely taken over by Wilts.h.i.+re. His brain felt like a ball of mush; he tried desperately to think, but for the life of him, he could not figure out Wilts.h.i.+re's intentions.
In the end, unable to puzzle out Wilts.h.i.+re's real purpose in asking that question, he could only choose to answer truthfully.
“Yes… my father… Father was once… once a teacher in the village, he taught… he taught me some…” Being tossed around by Wilts.h.i.+re's rocking movements had caused Walker's brain to be in complete chaos, to the extent that he was unable to complete his sentence.
“Oh, that’s good.” Wilts.h.i.+re seemed to be quite satisfied with his answer, without saying anything more, he began to concentrate his attention on the activity between the two of them. Wilts.h.i.+re increased the speed at which he plunged in and out of Walker's body, and had to bite down on his own lips, desperately restraining himself from giving in to the urge, brought on by the intense pleasure, to shout out. Concentrating all of his desire into that hardness on his lower body, the simple but deeply affecting movements --- deep thrusts coupled with shallow withdrawals --- eventually became numerous blasts of boiling love fluids that he shot into Walker's body.
“Oh G.o.d, if every single one of our love-making sessions is going to be so explosive, I think I will not be able to live past thirty!” Dramatically lamenting that the pleasure had been so intense, he gave a long exhale and slowly rolled off Walker's body. He took the Scotsman, who was holding his body in a stiff posture, into his embrace, and quietly revelled in the fact that Walker's body now carried traces of Wilts.h.i.+re's own scent.
“Why did you ask me that?” Walker's entire body still had remnants of the astounding pleasure that had coursed through him like electric shocks during their love-making and it was quite some time before he had a dim memory of the question posed by Wilts.h.i.+re.
“Nothing much, it was just a casual question.” Wilts.h.i.+re gently stroked his lover's broad back with his hand and his heart began to perceive something vaguely --- destiny had decreed that his relations.h.i.+p with Walker was not going to be as simple as he had originally thought; it was not going to be some fleeting liaison where the two players were loosely bound together only through s.e.xual desire, perhaps it would last for a much longer time than he had originally expected.
Licking slowly at the soft spot behind Walker's ear, feeling the male body in his arms begin to quake because of this action, he sensed the irresistible heat begin to circulate in his lower abdomen once again...
Always an acolyte of his own desires, Wilts.h.i.+re would, of course, not hesitate at all before choose to press Walker under his body once again. What was different this time was that the Scotsman was clearly not as submissive as he had been during their last round of love-making. However, although Walker tried to put up some resistance, he was quickly subdued by the Marquess; in the end, he still yielded to his caresses and allowed the Marquess to enter his body from behind. After moving with an intense rhythm repeatedly, Wilts.h.i.+re finally unleashed all of his blazing pa.s.sion inside his body.
And so, after this scene had played out for several more times, the two men were utterly exhausted and finally journeyed to slumberland while locked in a tight embrace. Although the pillows and blankets he was lying on gave off a musty smell, the Marquess still had a very sweet and beautiful dream that night --- in his dream, Walker was no longer a Scotsman who was destined to live his life apart from him, separated by the divides of cla.s.s and gender. Instead, he had transformed into a sweet angel who frolicked playfully with him in a vast, verdant gra.s.sland. Although he was still immersed in a dream, Wilts.h.i.+re could not help but to laugh aloud, delighted by Walker's sweetness and gentle amenability.
“d.a.m.n it, Wilts.h.i.+re, I demand that you wake up immediately! G.o.d, what the h.e.l.l are you laughing at? It will be morning soon if you don't get up now...”
Reality is cruel.
It was nearly dawn when Wilts.h.i.+re was rudely shaken awake by Walker, interrupting his lovely dreams. For the reason that he was loathe to have his relations.h.i.+p with the Marquess made known to other people, he heartlessly kicked the Marquess out of his room.
Wilts.h.i.+re cut a sorry figure as he ran through the gardens to his room, wearing only his dressing gown. Along the way, in addition to having to endure the bitingly-cold winds, he also had to take precautions to evade the eyes and ears of anybody who might be up and about. By the time he was finally back in his own opulently appointed bed, he couldn't help but to give several violent sneezes.
Although it was both exhausting and awkward, but for the next few nights, Wilts.h.i.+re continued to sneak into Walker's room to make love with him. The little house had already become very fresh and welcoming, thanks to Walker's diligent housekeeping, but what gave Wilts.h.i.+re the greatest thrill was the furtiveness of having to be stealthy.
In addition to their intimate interactions at night, during the day, Wilts.h.i.+re would drag Walker to cruise around all corners of London, sightseeing and having fun; however, the splendour of this bustling and immoral city confused the Scotsman. Although he enjoyed first-rate luxuries and entertainment whenever he was with the Marquess, but every day, he would still invariably ask Wilts.h.i.+re when he was going to recommend him for a job.
At first, helping Walker get a job had merely been an excuse that he casually concocted for the sake of bringing Walker with him to London. Although he did indeed have the ability to arrange for him to work at a s.h.i.+pping company, but by this time, the Marquess had gotten hopelessly addicted to the Scotsman’s strong body and pure soul, and was not at all willing to let him leave his side and become some kind of dratted sailor.
But continuing to procrastinate and trying to fob Walker off could not possibly an adequate solution in the long-term. That afternoon, the Marquess received an invitation card that could provide the catalyst for finally putting an end to this pickle he was in.
The invitation had been sent by the Prince Regent. Truth be told, after returning to London, the Marquess had simply shoved the matter of going to visit the Prince Regent to the very back of his mind. After waiting in vain for Wilts.h.i.+re to visit him for the past few days, the Prince Regent had finally become unable to keep his impatience in check. Taking the opportunity to host a ball, he used the chance it afforded him to meet with Wilts.h.i.+re under the guise of respectability.
After receiving the invitation, Wilts.h.i.+re had been filled with anxiety over the prospect of meeting with the Prince Regent for a good part of the day but Walker still kept on pestering him, wanting to discuss the matter of finding a job for him. A sudden flash of inspiration struck the Marquess, and he handily dragged Walker out the front door, before leading him to the most prestigious tailor [3] in London.
“Find this gentleman a few things that will fit him. He needs jackets, trousers, s.h.i.+rts, cravats [4] and also hats and shoes... we want everything.” The moment they had entered the shop, the Marquess pushed the Scotsman in front of the merchant who had came up to give them a warm welcome.
After a few hours, when Walker emerged in front of the Marquess with a brand new look, Wilts.h.i.+re was so surprised by his transformation that his chin nearly hit the floor.
The strapping Scotsman was now dressed in a spanking new velvet jacket of pure black, a snowy-white s.h.i.+rt and cravat that played up his bronzed skin and chiselled facial features perfectly, form-fitting trousers that clung tightly to his well-muscled thighs... When his gaze fell upon Walker's sensual lips, Wilts.h.i.+re believed that even the most virtuous ladies in London would be willing to lift their skirts up, right there in the streets, for a man with such a untamed nature and so full of s.e.x appeal.
“They gave you a haircut?” Unfortunately, the Marquess's reaction was not any better than that of the women he had been imagining. His throat was dry, making it almost impossible for him to say anything; in addition, he did not dare to rise up from the chair because his groin had become heated and distended.