Vol 2 Chapter 5 (1/2)
Jus Primae Noctis Volume 2, Chapter 5
They returned to Paris via the same route --- this city was still as lavish and profligate as ever, but even as he was immersed in its atmosphere, Walker could feel that something within himself had become fundamentally different from the Walker who had departed Paris.
Although his appearance was still the same as that suntanned and strong farmer from Stonehaven, his heart carried a thread of softness that had never existed in him before, and its owners.h.i.+p had been wholly given to someone that he would never previously have dared to even imagine.
He surrept.i.tiously sneaked a glance at Wilts.h.i.+re, who was sitting upright by his side and wearing an aristocratically aloof expression, and a trace of pain, along with sweetness, rose up together in his chest --- he was afraid of this version of himself, who was just the same as a sentimental woman whose eyes were only able to see the man she loved. But if his eyes were to look away even slightly, an ineffable emptiness would also well up in his heart immediately.
“Where are we going?” Afraid that his eyes would divulge his own feelings if the quiet were allowed to continue, Walker tried to find a topic of conversation to break up the awkward silence in the carriage.
Wilts.h.i.+re took a look outside the carriage at the colour of the sky, “It’s too late today, we’ll find a place to rest, and leave finding Portland’s apartment for tomorrow.”
“Are we going to the same hotel as last time?” Frankly speaking, Walker did not really wish to return to that place where so many memories that made his face blush and his heart race lingered, although the facilities could be regarded as luxurious and the service was also quite good.
Wilts.h.i.+re could probably tell what was on Walker’s mind; he started to smile and say: “No, darling, we are not going there, we are switching to a more unusual one this time.”
When the two servants who were leading the way respectfully opened the large door to the room, although Walker had already luxuriated in way too many sumptuous dwellings as he followed Wilts.h.i.+re around, he could not help but to hold his breath at the sight of the beautiful scene that was presented to his eyes.
This room, which had the best scenery according to the hotel's owner, faced the Seine river and its tributary the Marne river. It was just the right height to allow for tourists who stood on the balcony to have a clear view of the unique architecture on both sides of the river and the pedestrians who were buzzing with activity all around. At a glance, the most refined and beautiful aspect of Paris was undoubtedly laid out at Walker's feet.
“Do you like it?” Wearing an indulgent smile, Wilts.h.i.+re embraced Walker's waist from the back and stood together with him on the balcony, peering down upon the boundless scenic beauty at their feet.
“It’s really beautiful…” Walker's speech was a little indistinct, although he did not really know the going rates of rooms in luxury hotels, he could approximate a guess that solely on the basis of his own income, this was a place that he could not even think of setting foot into for his entire lifetime.
“Good, as long as you like it… I want you to slowly become accustomed to all of this luxury, so that you will become unable to separate from me…” Drawing close to Walker's ear, Wilts.h.i.+re declared his ulterior motives, using a volume of voice that was so low that it was nearly inaudible.
The hand that Walker had rested on the rail immediately tightened, and in a flash, his heart fell into a state that was difficult to express with words. It seemed to be bitter, yet it also seemed to be sweet, it carried limitless emotional attachment and reluctance to part, and it also had some emotional suffering that was impossible to describe.
“Do you love me?” Wilts.h.i.+re's moist tongue lightly licked and flicked at Walker's ear and the soft area behind it, and his mesmerizing voice could not possibly have been any more alluring.
“Ah…” Not daring to believe that this syrupy sweet sound had originated from his own mouth, Walker wanted to restrain Wilts.h.i.+re's hand, which had already made an incursion under his clothes and was roaming all over the place.
“I’m very tired, today let’s not…” However, his quickened breathing betrayed the true feelings that lay under his refusal.
“I know that, today we won’t go all the way…” From the sound of Wilts.h.i.+re's voice, he was also panting heavily. The erection at his crotch was pressing hard and stiff against Walker from behind and even he did not dare to be certain that his words had been sincere when he had said them.
Making no reply, Walker only felt those familiar pair of hands --- he could not possibly be any more familiar with them --- wandering under his own clothes, setting him aflame and making him grow intoxicated. But at the same time, those flames also brought him incessant pain…
“Didn’t you say we won’t go all the way?” Feeling a hot and stiff pressure being exerted against his back entrance, Walker could not help but to give a m.u.f.fled protest.
“Darling, just one time… is that out of the question?” His voice was dejected and also br.i.m.m.i.n.g with desire, the Marquis was suffering so much that he wanted to bury himself inside that warm body, but because of Walker's refusal, he was trapped in an impossible situation, unable to advance or to retreat.
Sensing that the man behind him was enduring unbearable torment because of his desire, Walker bit his lip. He wanted to give up his reticence and indulge him just like that, but he was also afraid that should he do so, he would henceforth be carried away by the waves created by this tenderness that he could ill afford.
Wilts.h.i.+re also did not force him to comply as he had done previously --- Walker could hear him breathing hard because he was straining to control himself. Feeling those large hands that were wrapped around his own waist tremble slightly, Walker's heart gradually softened, and he was almost going to open his mouth to say that he could enter...
The Marquess felt the heat at his crotch was as burning hot as a red-hot piece of iron that had just emerged from a furnace; in his heart, he longed to immediately bury himself into the warm, flexible, and tight insides of Walker's body. But a strange feeling, one which he could neither explain clearly nor reason out an understanding of in his mind, made him feel that he could not bear to force his way inside as he habitually did in the past. He only continuously used the tip, which was leaking honeyed fluids, to rub against the fine crevice between the Scotsman's two cheeks, striving for some pleasure to alleviate the ache.
Feeling that the place he found unbearable to speak of gradually become moist with the fluids secreted by the Marquess, Walker felt so ashamed that his whole face flushed red. What he found to be most unacceptable was that he himself was actually becoming affected by the Marquess's feverish body temperature and the lewd friction; within his body, the desire that he had forcibly suppressed was gradually gaining ground.
“Go… go into the room…” Although he knew that his naked lower body was being obscured by the parapet of the balcony and it was impossible that other people would be able to see what was going on, but at the very thought of making love in a place that was out in the open air, Walker still found the idea unbearable mentally.
“… That won’t do, I would not be able to contain myself…” The Marquess was so tormented by the violent desire that was raging through his body that his speech had almost become garbled, he was afraid that even a single unguarded movement of his body would result in him being unable to keep from shooting all over Walker's body.
“Don’t do this here… go inside the room, I… I’ll let you inside…” Although his words had really been quite cryptic, Walker still felt so ashamed that he really wanted to find a burrow in the ground to bury himself in.
Out of Walker's sight, Wilts.h.i.+re's eyes immediately lit up and without any hesitation, he lifted the Scotsman up by his waist.
“…”Walker still wanted to say something, but in the end, because the situation laid before his eyes was too licentious, he was unable to open his mouth to speak up.
Once the two of them had fallen onto the huge bed with its soft mattress that was as white as snow, the Marquess, who was br.i.m.m.i.n.g with impatience, rushed into the Scotsman's body. The feeling of being totally filled in an instant caused the two men to be unable to keep from moaning loudly, and furthermore the Marquess immediately began to vigorously and wildly sprint back and forth --- because he had already been lubricated by fluid when they had previously been dallying around, the insides of Walker's body was already wet and pliant, allowing Wilts.h.i.+re to thrust in and out smoothly, going straight to the very depths of his body.
“Ah… uh…uh…” At the beginning, Walker had tried desperately not to make any noise, but as the Marquess's movements became rougher and rougher, he also could not curb the desire to call out wildly, and uncontrollably started making loud moans in time with Wilts.h.i.+re's thrusts.
“… Walker, say that you love me! Quickly!” The intensity of his emotions caused the Marquess to relentlessly pursue ever greater heights of pleasure. Manipulating his own engorged desire and the Scotsman's, he wildly planted kisses all over Walker's body and tried to exhort him into speaking those words so as to a.s.suage the inexplicable emptiness that had taken residence in his heart.
By that point, Walker only felt that his whole body seemed to have been reduced to the area that was connected to the Marquess. His capacity for speech, or for reason, had already been entirely drowned out by the extreme pleasure. He, who was so stirred up that he had almost been driven to the point of frenzy by the Marquess's forceful thrusts, was almost on the brink of losing the strength to even maintain his breathing. Needless to say, thinking about the emotional entanglement between the two was beyond his ability, and he was simply unable to respond to any demand made by the Marquess.
Having waited in vain for the Scotsman's answer, the Marquess was highly dissatisfied and not about to admit defeat, but he was also unable to hinder the approaching climax of physical pleasure. He could only call out wildly and cling tightly onto Walker's body at the moment when he rushed to the peak of pleasure, and wilfully spill out the floods of boiling hot fluid into the deepest part of his body --- taking this to be a exacting a small measure of vengeance.
“Ooh…” This kind of feeling was not a pleasant one; to have the deepest part of the insides of his body, which had been f.u.c.ked wide-open, suddenly sprinkled with a great quant.i.ty of hot fluid caused Walker's face to blanch instantly and he started to groan. Even so, the Marquess still maintained the same position, buried inside Walker, with not the slightest intention to pull out from his body.
“Wil… Brett, you…” Sensing that his own body had become soft and plaint with no strength remaining to him, Walker still tried hard to push away the Marquess who was still pressing down upon him.
However, the Marquess stubbornly restrained the Scotsman's arms and insisted on taking him into his embrace.
“Why won’t you say that you love me?”
Instantaneously, a look of sorrow flashed across Walker’s face. He lowered his eyelids slightly, and said in a voice that was so low as to be almost inaudible: “Since I am not a woman, what’s the use of speaking of love, you are still going to marry a n.o.blewoman, and sire a whole bunch of heirs... what is the point of speaking of such drivel just so as to console myself?”
The lovemaking caused him to forsake his usual resolute emotional defences, and he could not help but to speak aloud his most honest views about this relations.h.i.+p, ones that came from the bottom of his heart. Yes, he had never once believed that there was any possibility for him and an aristocratic man like Wilts.h.i.+re to remain together and becoming each other’s companion and bulwark for life. From the very bottom of his heart, he had always felt that the two of them were like two separate threads that had become momentarily twisted together but were bound for different destinations in the long-term. Although they had once encountered each other, but in the end, as time pa.s.sed, they would gradually drift further and further apart, never to meet ever again.
Perhaps it was because he could hear that Walker was being serious, Wilts.h.i.+re also erased the mirthful and teasing expression he usually wore from his face, and his jade-green eyes also revealed a trace of earnestness. He leaned over, kissed the Scotsman tenderly and with a sincerity that he had never presented before, he guaranteed: “That won’t happen, there won’t be some n.o.blewoman, and there will not be any heirs… Our relations.h.i.+p will also not end once we return to Britain, this trip to France is but a short chapter in the story of our lives together, in future... for the rest of our lives, we shall forever remain together just like this, and we shall forever be as happy together as we are now…”
Once the promise had left his lips, Wilts.h.i.+re was a little bit startled by his own sincerity, but he felt not the slightest shred of regret that he had just made a vow to devote his lifetime to this man before his eyes --- when had this started? When was it that, just like becoming addicted to a drug, he had become hooked on this ordinary Scotsman's body and spirit, even going so far as to have the intention of having him for the rest of his life?
Was it in that dance hall in Paris? Was it on the beds in those countless small hotels? Or perhaps, he had already become like this as early as that very moment in Stonehaven when he had captured his virginity under the pretext of jus primae noctis.