Vol 1 Chapter 7 (2/2)
Wilts.h.i.+re seemed to have become infuriated, grabbing at Walker with one hand, he dragged him down to the bed. The Scotsman struggled and tried to crawl up, but because the Marquess was firmly pressing down on him from behind, he was unable to straighten out his lower back. He could only feel kisses, that were as earth-shattering as lightning and thunderbolts, continuously rain down upon his face and body…
Accompanied by the sound of a crisp ripping noise, the expensive jacket and s.h.i.+rt that Walker was wearing were torn apart with brute force by the Marquess. b.u.t.tons clattered as they fell to the ground and shreds of cloth fluttered in the wind. The Marquess hands rapidly established a hold over Walker's chest, which was stretched taut with anger. While teasing the small protrusions on the front of Walker's chest, he pinned Walker's arms to the sides of his body firmly.
“Why do you always have to be like this? This can’t solve any problem! G.o.d, why can’t you understand?” As if his life depended upon it, Walker wriggled his body and tried to struggle; he detested that Wilts.h.i.+re had chosen to use s.e.x to convince him. This method seemed more suitable for dealing with a woman who was being disobedient and made him feel deeply humiliated, but what caused him to feel even more horrified was his discovery that, to his surprise, his body had quickly reacted to Wilts.h.i.+re's actions.
The Marquess did not make any reply to his question, his attention was completely concentrated on subduing the body in his arms --- in addition to working hard at freeing a hand so that he could pull the Scotsman's trousers down.
“f.u.c.k!” When his b.u.t.tocks came into contact with the cold air, Walker could not help but to swear, using foul language.
“Why do you always have to be like this… ah…” But soon, after something that felt as cold as ice was smeared into the hottest part of his body, his protestations were ultimately turned into a groan by the pain of that finger intruding into his body.
“d.a.m.n it!” It was not clear why the Marquess was cursing. Three fingers of his right hand were completely buried within Walker's body, aided by the lubricant he had applied, they flew in and out. Feeling the body he had clasped in his arms was shaking due to pain and humiliation, Wilts.h.i.+re brought Walker's chin close and with no restrain, he began to kiss those lips which could not be closed because Walker was feeling such pa.s.sion.
Slowly, he pushed his burning-hot desire into Walker's body, but after that, he only maintained his body in the same position, instead of beginning to move it back and forth. Even so, Walker still seemed to find the kind of feelings was.h.i.+ng over him hard to bear, they felt like humiliation but at the same time also felt like excitement. Afraid that he would bring on even more suffering on himself, he ceased to struggle but only held his body stiffly, resigned to letting the Marquess caress and kiss it.
“It is only at times like this that you are willing to listen to me...” Allowing Walker's back to press closely against his chest, Wilts.h.i.+re wore an intoxicated expression on his face as he began to caress Walker's cheek and neck, and his fingers tenderly stroked the protrusions at the front of his chest, which had already become bright red and stiff.
Walker gradually became enraptured by the mood of s.e.xual love in the room, his face was flushed, and little by little, his breathing had become urgent. Involuntarily, his body had begun to tremble in antic.i.p.ation of the wave of pa.s.sion that would soon sweep over him…
“You… what are you waiting for?” When the Marquess still made no further movement, Walker could bear it no more and finally he had to ask the question.
“Ah, I’m waiting for you to change your mind.” With a smiling expression, Wilts.h.i.+re bent over and said in his ear.
Directing his gaze down Walker's body, he saw that his p.e.n.i.s was already standing erect in the air. To his great satisfaction, the Marquess discovered that under his provocation, the Scotsman's rational mind had already become unable to suppress the desire that emanated from the depths of his body.
“You are an absolute lunatic!” Walker cried out; his lower body already felt as hot as if it were on fire, and transparent fluid was even flowing out from the front end of that erect body part, but Wilts.h.i.+re had restrained his hands firmly, not allowing him to touch his own desire. Not only that, he also continued to rub at his neck and chest, making the torment even more intense for Walker.
In actual fact, the Marquess needn't have done so, his hard length that he had inserted into Walker's body was already enough to drive him to lose his reason. With his l.u.s.t slowly mounting, but unable to find any avenue of release, Walker moaned and could not help but to give in to the instinct to twist his body in an attempt to search for release.
“Listen carefully to me!” The Marquess forcefully pulled his body back, not allowing him to move further. At the same time, he shouted loudly, in an attempt to startle Walker's mind from its state of confusion: “I did promise you that I will recommend you for a job, and that is something that I have actually been working on. But the Prince Regent has given me an order; I will have to leave for France tomorrow. I am going to need a.s.sistance, and I am hoping that you will go with me. Do you understand, Walker?”
“You… you mean to say… go to France?” Walker was gasping, and even his mind seemed to have been set alight by flames. The Marquess was indeed too cunning, demanding that he should make a decision about such an important matter at such a time.
“Yes, France! When we come back, I will immediately let you go to work at the s.h.i.+pping company owned by my good friend, Baron Rosen. You can earn a thousand English Pounds [4] per year there.” Wilts.h.i.+re's voice sounded wretchedly calm, to entice Walker, he had even used a salary that was so high that it almost induced Walker to have a dizzy spell.
That was a sum of money that could buy a piece of land; that huge sum of money would even allow for them to build a brand new house on it. If he could earn that sum of money… Walker thought of how his mother would never need to feel dejected over not having enough money for medical treatment, and the money could even be used to send his brothers to London to attend school…
He had no way to reject this --- although he knew very clearly that Wilts.h.i.+re did not have any good intentions, but Walker could not find a way to make himself spit out any words of refusal.
“Do we have an agreement…” Using a voice that was almost a sigh, he murmured in Walker's ear. Wilts.h.i.+re suddenly and forcefully thrust his waist forwards, and his manhood, which had already become as hard as steel long ago, penetrated even deeper into the soft inner walls. In response, Walker's entire body began to spasm uncontrollably.
“Agree… Walker, agree…” He began to thrust in-and-out slowly, until the Scotsman was shedding tears caused by the pain of having his desire burning to its apex but being left without tender attention.
“Yes, yes! I beg you… please…” Walker's trembling voice was released in wild shouts, he could no longer endure any more of this type of torture; he could not take even a minute, or even a second, more of it.
That wicked ensorcellment was instantly broken, the Marquess gave a sigh and began to thrust his body with the speed of flight, and very quickly, he reached his climax in the Scotsman's body; and as for Walker, under the Marquess's skilful hands, he also reached the peak of pleasure at nearly the exact same moment.
Whitish fluids splashed out on the Marquess's palm and the bed sheets, as if making a declaration about how degenerate he had become...
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[1]: £1,000 would be about £33,960 in 2008 values. At the turn of the 19th century, the per capita income was about £33 pounds. At that time, a lot of the workforce was comprised of labourers, who earned about £15-20 and servants, who earned about £20 to £60 if they were male or £5 to £15 for females. These sums may not sound like enough to live on, but remember that their room and board were provided for by their employers.
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Jus Primae Noctis Chapter 7, Part 3
The next morning, although he was neither willing nor enthusiastic, Walker still kept his promise and together with Wilts.h.i.+re, he boarded the s.h.i.+p that was bound for the Port of Le Havre [1], The Princess Elizabeth.
The ocean's sparkling and translucent surface reflected the clear blue sky, creating a lovely scene, and the accommodations in the First-Cla.s.s cabins were also quite comfortable, but unfortunately, Wilts.h.i.+re seemed totally unable to find his sea legs --- within two hours of boarding the s.h.i.+p, he had already barfed five times.
“Oh, G.o.d! How is it that you are not even the slightest bit seasick when it's obvious that you have never even seen the open ocean before?” In great discomfort, Wilts.h.i.+re was lying flat on his back atop the narrow bed in the cabin. With envy written all over his face, he looked at Walker, who was admiring the scenery outside the window of the cabin in a totally relaxed manner.
It was rare that he could feel any sense of superiority when he was faced with the Marquess. As Walker was placing a cold towel on Wilts.h.i.+re's forehead, he laughed and said: “Maybe the G.o.ds of the Sea favour kind people.”
Just as Wilts.h.i.+re was thinking of launching a counterattack, the s.h.i.+p gave a timely jolt and the Marquess immediately clutched at his churning stomach and gave a groan. Clamping his mouth shut tightly, he forced back his queasiness.
When he saw that at this moment, the cheeks of the usually jaunty Wilts.h.i.+re were now pale and wan, Walker couldn't find it in his heart to ignite any hatred or enmity towards him anymore.
“Do you want me to bring you something to eat?” He cast a look at the clock hanging on the wall of the cabin and found that it was almost time for lunch.
“If you intend to cause my death…” Wilts.h.i.+re gave a bitter laugh. He cast a glare at the boundless azure ocean beyond the windows of the cabin and could not help but to give a groan from the very depths of his throat, which was then followed by him beginning to mutter malicious words, curses directed at the Prince Regent.
Hearing the extremely ungentlemanly words continue to stream out of Wilts.h.i.+re's mouth without any hint of stopping, Walker was on the verge of being unable to restrain a smile. From the time he had first met Wilts.h.i.+re, he had always been at an disadvantage, but it would seem that the sea G.o.ds were inflicting punishment upon this savage man on Walker's behalf --- although the severity of his punishment was still somewhat more lenient than desired.
“I’m going to go have lunch.” Walker rose from his chair and stood up, his stomach was rumbling with hunger, making him feel very uncomfortable. More importantly, he had no wish to have to deal with a man in a cantankerous mood while he himself had an empty stomach.
“Don’t go yet!” Seemingly at his last gasp, Wilts.h.i.+re managed to summon up energy from some unknown reserves and managed to shout out. He looked at Walker, and with a most pathetic and pitiful expression he implored, “Don’t leave me here alone…”
When he saw the surprised look on the Scotsman's face, he said even more emphatically: “Please accompany me for a while longer.”
Walker stared at Wilts.h.i.+re intently for a few seconds; finally he softened, affected by the look in that pair of jade-green eyes, which looked close to being beseeching.
“Alright!” In a forthright manner, he nodded his head, dragging a chair over to the bed and sitting down. “If there is anything I can do for you, don’t hesitate to ask.”
After all, with the way the Marquess now looked, it was hard to think of him as the devil who had raped him and Walker's fatal failing was that he found it hard to reject requests that others made of him.
Wilts.h.i.+re gave a blink, and his crystal-like eyes of pure green were suddenly misted over with a layer of vapour. His tone of voice also became more careful, complimenting the tragic expression he was wearing.
“May I lay on you for a moment?” He pointed to Walker's knee, and his voice was almost on the verge of being extremely cautious and solemn.
He really couldn't think of any reasonable excuse to decline the request of an ailing man, and Walker had to agree, for lack of a better option. He let Wilts.h.i.+re rest his head on this thigh, using it as a pillow, and looked on as Wilts.h.i.+re closed his eyes, even appearing to have difficulty breathing. Even if Walker had cracked his head with over-thinking, he could never have imagined that a moment would come when the Marquess, who usually carried himself in a high-and-mighty manner, would be as soft and amenable as he was now --- most of the time, Wilts.h.i.+re was an indolent aristocrat, but in Walker's eyes, he was nothing but a devilish maniac h.e.l.l-bent on pursuing s.e.xual pleasure.
“Could you pour me a gla.s.s of water?”
“Of course.” Walker reached for the cup by his side, and with clumsy movements, he helped Wilts.h.i.+re to lean against his chest and fed him the water. But water was constantly dripping down the chin of the rather uncoordinated Marquess as he drank, and a large patch of Walker's trousers was soon sodden.
“Even an infant is more agile than you.” Walker did not know whether he should laugh or cry, and he couldn't help but to grouse.
“It’ll be fine, just change into another pair.” The originator of the whole trouble still dared to make his suggestion while wearing an innocent expression.
“They’re being washed.” Walker's face was deadpan, but his mind was thinking back to the scene where the Marquess had reduced his expensive trousers to a pile of shredded rags during one of the times he was seeking pleasure --- whenever Wilts.h.i.+re's l.u.s.t was stoked, he would be unwilling to stomach any delays, even the little bit of time needed to undo b.u.t.tons would be too much.
“Then just wear mine.”
“As if I can fit into yours!” Walker could not think of any other response --- the man was obviously as tall as him, but his thigh seemed to be about a third slimmer than Walker's. The only thing he could be glad about was that he was not some woman, who might have gotten bothered about problems with his figure when met with such a comparison.
“Then just don’t wear anything!” Wilts.h.i.+re grinned slowly; simply by looking at his expression, Walker immediately knew that he must be thinking about some off-coloured things. And coinciding with his imagination becoming rose-tinted, he seemed to have totally forgotten about being seasick.
“Now that you seem to have recovered, I shall leave for a while.” Lunch was only being served within a certain timeframe on the s.h.i.+p; Walker did not want to have to contend with the Marquess while he was still hungry.
“Oh, my head feels dizzy... I really feel like vomiting…” As if by magic, the Marquess face turned pale within a split second, he clung to Walker's thigh fiercely and from his expression, he looked as if he were about to throw up.
From the way he looked, he genuinely did not seem to be putting up an act, and Walker could only give up on the idea of leaving the room. “If you dislike travelling by sea so much, why do you still want to go to France?”
Wilts.h.i.+re had completely neglected to explain to him what the purpose of this trip was, but Walker also found himself to be very deplorable for how he had gotten muddle-headed because of Wilts.h.i.+re's superlative s.e.xual technique and had hastily agreed to go on this trip in that state of mind --- Walker began to experience intense self-loathing; in the twenty-six years he had lived, his lifestyle had been one that was quite ascetic, but after meeting Wilts.h.i.+re, this form of self-control seemed to have completely collapsed.
“……”Wilts.h.i.+re fell silent. It was rare that he would wear an expression that approximated awkwardness, and from that, Walker knew that the reason for the trip must be of great import.
“If you don’t wish to talk about it, you don’t have to.” Actually, Walker did not really want to know; for him, the only reason he was going on this trip was because of the job that the Marquess had promised to him.
“If I tell you, could you…” Again, Wilts.h.i.+re wore an ill-intentioned smile, and he also placed his hand on Walker's thigh in a most dishonest fas.h.i.+on, slowly creeping upwards...
Walker knocked his hand off roughly, and with a grim expression on his face, he said: “If you still have that type of strength, then I’ve very sorry but I think that there is no longer a need for me to stay here and look after you.”
“Don’t!” Wilts.h.i.+re hurried to grab on to Walker, who was about to leave and said: “Alright, I'll tell you. In actual fact, I really do need your help.”
There was sincerity in his eyes, and this air of gravitas was something that Walker had never seen from the Marquess before, causing him to quieten down.
Re-seating himself by the bed, Walker said solemnly: “I guarantee that I will keep what I am about to hear a secret.”
Wilts.h.i.+re looked at him, seeing that the Scotsman's eyes were resolute and limpid, the Marquess nodded.
“Alright.” He said.
In that instant, Walker felt that a completely new kind of connection seemed to have been forged between the two of them --- it had nothing to do with s.e.x or other matters, instead it was purely one of mutual trust between two men.
Wilts.h.i.+re gave a soft sigh, gave a swallow, and finally began his narrative: “Do you know who Princess Caroline is?”
Walker furrowed his brows, the name Caroline seemed to be quite familiar, he seemed to have heard somebody mention it before, but at that moment, he could not quite recall who she was.
“She is the Prince Regent’s daughter.” Seeing that Walker's expression was hesitant, Wilts.h.i.+re gave him a reminder, and Walker immediately remembered that he had heard someone mention that name during the last party he had attended with Wilts.h.i.+re.
“She went missing two weeks ago!” The Marquis announced.
Walker was so surprised that his mouth was wide open --- Princess Caroline was the Prince Regent's only daughter and she was in line to inherit the throne after her father; her disappearance would be headline-making news that would send shockwaves throughout the entire British Empire.
“Well actually, she can't be said to be missing, she left a letter for her father, saying that she was eloping with a French aristocrat. And that d.a.m.ned Henry actually picked me to go and help him retrieve his daughter; he even said some nonsense like people would not suspect me of having been entrusted with such a weighty mission because of my reputation for being idle and disdainful of any kind of work! G.o.dd.a.m.n it, really!” Wilts.h.i.+re was unable to resist and heaped another curse upon the Prince Regent.
The Princess's elopement would definitely be one of the biggest scandals that came out of England in that century if it were revealed to the public, and Walker was very much stunned that Wilts.h.i.+re would actually tell him about such a momentous piece of news.
“Now that you know why I am going to France, so, can you help me?” The Marquess asked his question with a grave expression on his face and Walker couldn't help but be moved by the trust Wilts.h.i.+re had placed in him --- although he knew that the reason he had invested this type of trust in him was related to the intimate relations.h.i.+p they shared, but as an aristocrat, Wilts.h.i.+re had some characteristics that other people of his social station would not have.
“Yes.” Walker also used a rather serious tone of voice to make his reply. Looking straight at Wilts.h.i.+re, he straightened his back.
A smile slowly blossomed on Wilts.h.i.+re's face. He leaned his body close, and slowly planted a long kiss on Walker's lips --- sealed with a kiss.
A long time later, whenever wandering minstrels would recount this legendary saga, the relations.h.i.+p between the Marquess of Wilts.h.i.+re and Walker Robinson would be portrayed as one of a pair of master and servant. In their poems, the Marquess would be a knight who was both possessed of both bravery and wisdom, and as for Walker, he would be the Marquess's faithful servant and bodyguard. The bards would unreservedly make proclamations about the stirring love story between the Princess and the Marquess, but never did they ever speak of the true story behind this romantic tale of two warriors and their quest to rescue a princess.
End of Jus Primae Noctis Volume 1
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[1]: 哈维港 (hā wéi gǎng): most search results point to this being Port Harvey in Canada, but I think it’s probably Le Havre in France, which was a common entryway into France for British travellers embarking on their Grand Tour.
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