Vol 2 Chapter 4 (2/2)

Although love-making with the Marquess was absolutely not a novel game by any means, but Walker's heart was still in complete chaos --- he was already deeply attached to the way Wilts.h.i.+re's body was both gentle and warm, but yet he was still feeling timid because of his pain and the feeling that he was betraying his own morality --- to sum it up, although his heart was unhappy that he was making love with a man, but the pleasure and warm affection he derived from it caused him to become increasingly dissolute as he continued to immerse himself in it.

Of course, Wilts.h.i.+re was unable to guess the complex feelings that were flitting across Walker's heart, the urgency of his desire left him with no time to consider other things. He could only reach out with his hands and push the Scotsman onto the bed, forcefully covered his body with his own, and kissed those hot and luscious lips.

“Wil…” Walker still wanted to say something, but the Marquess was nibbling on his tongue and he could not continue.

The Scotsman did not wish to drift with the waves and go with the flow just like that, he pushed hard at Wilts.h.i.+re's shoulders, but the only result was that he was pressed to the bed even more firmly.

“Ah…” His intentions had been to issue a sound of refusal or delay, but what spilled out from the depths of his throat were only moans.

His jacket was stripped off and flung to the floor... the Marquess held Walker down with a pa.s.sionate demeanour that was as hot as fire, both of his hands pulled at his s.h.i.+rt tails, and began to caress his body all over --- his back, waist… and also his chest.

Although he could not understand just what it was about a man's upper body that could cause the Marquess to become so engrossed, Walker still became aroused by the teasing movements of that pair of hands that seemed to be imbued with magical powers. His flaxen head twisted from left to right and then back again on the snow-white pillows; even he himself could not make out whether he wanted to resist or whether he was prepared to accept Wilts.h.i.+re's advances.

“Darling, you’re… so sweet…” Wilts.h.i.+re was gasping for breath, and a rather cra.s.s comment escaped from him

“Let go…” Walker still wanted to push him off, however under these circ.u.mstances, where all the b.u.t.tons of his clothes were undone and he was skin to skin with Wilts.h.i.+re, even his arms had grown soft and powerless. “Let go of me…”

He really disliked this feeling of losing control very much, he was very afraid --- afraid that he would forever lose himself in a man's arms, afraid that he would forget about the life he had once yearned for day and night, afraid that he would forget the fact that he was a man, and above all, he was afraid that he would himself be forgotten after he had sacrificed everything.

All of the n.o.bility had but fickle hearts, their pa.s.sion could not be counted on --- the words that his father had used when admonis.h.i.+ng his sister, who had aspired to the life of a n.o.blewoman, floated into Walker's mind, however...

Wilts.h.i.+re’s hand had already reached into his trousers.

“Don’t be like this…” The mood in the room was clearly so sweet, but Walker almost wanted to cry --- because he understood thoroughly that even though at this moment, he was refusing and looked as if he was showing unwillingness of every kind, the Marquess would ultimately enter and possess his body like the way he had done so many times before, deeply entrenching himself into Walker’s heart, and making him start to become reluctant to have to give up this tenderness that had an intrinsically depraved nature, making him afraid that he would one day lose this pair of arms that were steadfastly embracing him.

“Don’t be like what? My dear…” Wilts.h.i.+re used tender words to soothe and coax him, using the same manner on the Scotsman whose exterior looked so valiant and strong that he would with the most delicate virgin.

His hand was still holding onto Walker’s s.e.x organ --- it had happened without Walker’s notice, but both of their clothes were now all strewn on the floor. At the moment, the two of them were as naked as newborn infants, but the erections at their lower bodies gave away the indecency of the present situation.

Walker slowly stretched out his hands and put them on top of Wilts.h.i.+re's --- looking into that pair of sparkling and lucid eyes that were the same green hue as mint candies, when he saw the tenderness that were overflowing from them, he couldn't keep his body from losing its tension...

“Nothing much, come on.” He said softly, relaxing his body and spreading his legs and bringing the Marquess to nestle snugly in the s.p.a.ce between.

Wilts.h.i.+re was overcome by a spell of ecstasy; although he did not know the thoughts that had flashed through Walker's heart like lightning, this was still the first time that his lover had acknowledge their physical relations.h.i.+p with his words. Being as clever as he was, it was impossible that he would not understand what it symbolised.

“Walker, thank you.”

At that moment, any words he said would be extraneous.

Only actions were the most honest expression.

Of course, Wilts.h.i.+re would not be stingy with his actions.

He began to smile; following that, countless kisses began to fall like raindrops upon Walker's cheeks, neck, chest… the Marquess slowly moved his body downwards.

Walker panted with excitement, he only felt Wilts.h.i.+re's moist and hot tongue dragging across his lower abdomen, and gave a forceful lick to his erect s.e.x organ. After that, with the combined actions of his mouth and hands, Wilts.h.i.+re bent all his efforts into pleasuring him.

“Brett!” The Scotsman could not help but to give a startled cry, the violent zest of arousal raced fiercely up his back, and his whole person began to twitch on the mattress.

However, Wilts.h.i.+re did not stop, he still sucked upon Walker's s.e.x organ persistently, doting upon him with clumsy affection as he tossed around on the bed.

The pleasure was too thrilling, causing Walker to release himself in moments. The viscous white liquid gushed out in great torrents, completely between those lips of Wilts.h.i.+re's, which usually carried an elegant smile.

The Marquess merely raised his head and gave the Scotsman a smile, and then he promptly forcefully swallowed the bitter fluid in his mouth.

Before Walker had the chance to recover his senses at the Marquess's abnormal behaviour, he already had been forcefully turned over, and pressed under the Marquess's body while he was on all fours, the position he found to be most shameful and which made him shy.

His b.u.t.t cheeks were parted, just moments after he had felt the cool air there, that secret place had already began to heat and moisten up…

You…” It wasn't the first time that oral s.e.x had been performed on him, but when Wilts.h.i.+re licked him in that place, it was the first time that Walker's heart melted and his strength softened, “Ah…”

The muscles of that sensitive entrance were constantly stimulated by the soft and blazingly hot tongue, and the ”ze ze” sound of saliva rang out. Walker was completely unable to tense up his body at all, and the ring around his a.n.u.s also completely relaxed...

“Excellent, you have already become completely soaked…” The Marquess's throaty voice drifted over. Walker felt as though he were about to faint, he was unable to distinguish whether this was actually happiness or torture.

The Scotsman had already forgotten how to speak, he could only give sounds that were reminiscent of an animal in heat each time Wilts.h.i.+re pushed against his body with his tongue --- his head was completely buried in the pillow, but his hips were still maintaining their raised position, that place which was usually well concealed was being admired by the Marquess and he was still using his fingers to caress it as well as using his tongue to lap at it…

“Ah…” Walker's voice suddenly hitched up to a higher pitch, that was because the Marquess had forcefully squeezed two fingers into his body.

“So awesome! It doesn’t feel too tight in the slightest…” Wilts.h.i.+re said, putting a third finger inside.

“Uh…” Walker could not keep a startled shout from escaping, the feeling of his prostate being stimulated caused his front end to immediately begin to stand up again.

“Darling…” Wilts.h.i.+re's mind had also probably stopped thinking; depending on his instincts to dictate his actions, he pulled his fingers out; holding Walker's hips in place with both of his hands, he forcefully inserted his manhood inside, unable to wait any longer.

This time, the usual tearing pain was absent... Walker could clearly feel that this was different from the norm, it was solely the feeling of being deeply penetrated that caused his whole body to give a jolt.

Wilts.h.i.+re also seemed to be even more excited than he usually was when he was inside Walker, he forcefully penetrated to the deepest part of the Scotsman's body, and then stopped moving, as if he wanted to fuse the two of them into a single ent.i.ty. And so, he remained like that, holding himself stationary while lodged firmly inside Walker.

After a long time, he finally began to move his waist, he would forcefully thrust back inside just when he was almost about to slip out of Walker, doing this repeatedly…

Ordinarily, if he had been treated this way, he would surely be reduced to such an agonised state that he would already be giving blood-curdling shrieks --- but at that moment, Walker instead felt only that waves of pleasure, so strong that they made his spine feel soft, were emanating from where the two of them were connected. As the Marquess gradually increased the speed of his thrusts, that particular kind of pleasure also got strong and stronger, to the point where he almost unable to keep the moans in his throat from breaking free…

I’m finished, there must be something that’s wrong with me --- he secretly thought.

Having a man ride on his body, that he could still actually derive pleasure from such a thing...

Walker was almost driven to despair, because he was already on the verge of abandoning rational thought, and allowing himself to go with the flow and pursue the joy he found in having s.e.x with the Marquess.

I don’t want to think anymore… the same time that that nebulous thought crossed his mind, a burst of intensely hot liquid was emptied into his body, and as if to echo it, his own pleasure also spurted out onto the snowy-white sheets – the two of them reached climax at almost the exact same time.

“My G.o.d [1]!”

He heard the Marquess who was still lying on top of him give such a sigh --- the Wilts.h.i.+re of that moment seemed to be completely satisfied, he held onto Walker's waist tightly with both hands, so that the two of them remained in a state of union with each other.

This was not the most intense s.e.xual encounter between the two of them, but it was the very first time that they experienced the delight of blending together their souls.

End of Jus Primae Noctis Volume 2, Chapter 4

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[1]: This line was already in English in the original text.

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