Vol 2 Chapter 10 (2/2)

Smiling as he withdrew himself from the man's body, the Marquess's expression gradually became serious --- he fixed his eyes upon Walker's face, because of desire, it was wearing an expression that was pained and confused. Slowly, he impressed a lingering, hot, wet kiss onto his lips.

“Walker, I love you!” Wilts.h.i.+re murmured, as he slowly tightened his arms that were holding the man…

When the red rays of the morning sun were streaming into the small building through the windows, Walker found himself waking up in the arms of the Marquess. Caressing the fine white skin of the man before his eyes and the bluish stubble that had emerged slightly on his chin, his heart was suffused with wave after wave of peculiar feelings --- he could not describe them, they were both sweet and tart, making his heart throb and beat rapidly.

Was this the feeling of what they called “love”? Walker really could not puzzle it out, he only knew that in this lifetime… it would be difficult, much too difficult for him to ever separate from this man.

“Ah…” The Marquess gave a groan, and slowly opened that pair of green eyes that were so beautiful as to be beyond description.

Even before he was fully awake, he fiercely caught hold of the Scotsman and imprinted a long, long kiss upon him, only releasing him when the both of them were almost out of breath.

“Good morning.” The Marquess began to smile, and to Walker's surprise, he actually had a kind of innocence and adorableness about him, much like a little boy.

Because of Wilts.h.i.+re’s gazing upon him, Walker’s face grew red --- moulded together, they were still completely naked, and Walker could even clearly feel the physiological response of the Marquess's body in the morning.

“Walker sweetheart, you are too cute! Let’s do it another time…”

The Marquess pressed up against him again. Walker, who really could not evade him, could only allow him to press up against his back, and slowly insert his manhood into the place where the evidence of last night's pa.s.sions still remained.

He could feel that the Marquess had already reached the deepest part of his body; the Scotsman couldn't help but to hold his breath, and began to antic.i.p.ate the act that would commence in the next second, which felt akin to being caught in a gale or rainstorm.

Sounds of someone knocking on the door from outside made the two of them immediately freeze in their awkward positions.

“Mr. Robinson, are you there? May I come in?” It was Franklin’s voice. Perhaps because he did not receive a reply even after a long time, he seemed as though he was going to enter into the room of his own accord.

“I’m here, but this is a really inconvenient time, could you come back later?” He was able to speak only after an arduous struggle to overcome the strange feelings in his body, and Walker suspected that his face had turned as red as though it had been boiled.

“My apologies, I also feel that it is inappropriate for me to disturb you so early in the morning, but… you have a visitor…” Franklin's voice was also chock full of embarra.s.sment, evidently, that visitor was also someone who he could not afford to offend.

“Walker, it’s me.” The clear and melodious sounds of a woman's voice immediately made the two men inside begin to panic, Walker struggled to extricate himself from under the Marquess, but Wilts.h.i.+re pressed him down as if his life depended upon it, so that Walker was rendered immobile. The voice was tender and refined, to his great surprise, it was Princess Caroline.

“Prin… Princess?” Walker really could not think of why the n.o.ble Princess would be looking for him.

“Yes, it’s Caroline.” She seemed to have given some instructions in a low voice, after which the two men could hear the sounds of retreating footsteps; they belonged to Franklin.

“May I come in?”

“Ah… I… it’s a really inconvenient time for me right now, could you please come back later?” Walker desperately struggled to break free from where he was trapped under the Marquess's body, but the Marquess was up to mischief again and thrust even more forcefully into the depths of his body. The Scotsman was so unnerved that he almost could not catch his breath, but he was also so stirred up by the s.e.x organ embedded inside him that his whole body felt limp and soft, and he could not produce the strength to make the slightest resistance.

“Then, then I shall just speak from beyond the door…” Caroline's voice had the bashfulness of a young lady, making it ever more moving to listen to her.

“My father spoke with me last night, he said… he hopes that I can marry the Marquess of Wilts.h.i.+re…” The two people inside the house were instantly stunned, and the Marquess even stopped his movements, turning to look in the direction of the door. “But… But I don’t like the Marquess at all… I’ve heard that he is a notorious playboy, always surrounded by a throng of women. I’m absolutely not going to marry him.”

It was too bad that he could not see Wilts.h.i.+re's expression at this moment, or else it would surely be very interesting --- if it weren't that the situation was so bizarre, Walker would really be afraid that he would start laughing aloud on the spot. However, in the present circ.u.mstances, he could only remain silent, and continue to listen to the girl speak from beyond the door.

“From the first time I laid eyes upon you, you left a deep impression upon me… your brown skin, and those sparkling pair of eyes, your strong hands… Mr Robinson, you were so gentle towards me… I… please allow me to shamelessly admit, I fell in love with you at first sight…”

The effect of the Princess's words was akin to dropping a heavy bomb in the house, Walker and Wilts.h.i.+re were both instantly so sh.e.l.l-shocked that they were completely stunned and remained frozen on the spot.

“I… if my father should insist on me marrying the Marquess this time, Mr. Robinson, could you take me away? I know that you are a Scotsman, bring me to Scotland! I beg of you, I will be a good wife.” The sound of the Princess's voice sounded as if it were coming out of a dream, if Walker was not currently being pressed down beneath Wilts.h.i.+re's body, he might have been unable to resist the entreaty of such a beautiful and highborn young lady, made in such a sweet and gentle tone of voice.

“Reject her, make her leave!” The Marquess saw that Walker had become completely dumbfounded; leaning over, he whispered softly in his ear, and again began to rotate his hips, seemingly in an effort to urge him to act.

As though he were waking up from a dream, Walker worked hard at making his voice sound calm and normal as he said: “My apologies, Your Royal Highness, it is not possible for us. I… I already like someone else. I’m sorry, I’m really very sorry.”

Feeling the Marquess's arms encircle his chest, the Scotsman shook his head --- he had just given up the most desirable and eligible woman in the whole of Great Britain, but he did not care, he did not care one bit!

The Princess was silent for a long time, before she said in a very small voice: “Then… could you allow me to look upon you again… Mr. Robinson, could you please open the door?”

Walker's whole body promptly went rigid, and it was a long time before he said: “I’m sorry, it is a really inconvenient time for me right now.” It was much more than inconvenient, Walker was really afraid that if the door was opened, the Princess would be given such a scare that she would faint.

Again, there was a long stretch of silence.

“Since that is the case, I shall take my leave… I wish you happiness…” The Princess sounded a little choked, and part of Walker could not bear it.

As the sounds of footsteps drew ever more distant, suddenly, the Scotsman heard the sounds of the Marquess's “he he” laughs coming from his back.

“Why are you laughing? What’s so funny?” Walker wanted to push the Marquess off of him, but instead, he was firmly embraced by him instead. He started moving the s.e.x organ in his body again, causing his body to immediately become pliant, and he could only allow him to continue his actions.

“That Princess…” The forced interruption seemed to have caused Wilts.h.i.+re's thrusts to become even more vigorous. “From dawn to dusk she’s looking for men to elope with. Next time, don’t dream that I will go looking for her!”

Walker was evidently none too pleased with how he was disparaging the Princess, he muttered: “Don’t make the Princess out to be such a disgraceful woman, are you unhappy because she said that you are a playboy…”

“Yes.” The Marquess had always been thick-skinned, “She actually spoke ill of me in front of you, I won’t forgive her even if she were the Queen of Great Britain.”

You are such a… ah… oh…” He seemed to want to say something, but under the Marquess's deliberate attacks, his words dissolved completely to become moans.

The Marquess was obviously very pleased with the Scotsman's reaction, but he still remained unyielding: “Also, you told the Princess that there was already somebody you liked, were you referring to me?”

“You? Who said it’s you?” Although his body was being filled to the brim with Wilts.h.i.+re, Walker refused to soften his words, ”I was talking about Mary from my hometown...”

“You refuse to admit? Then let’s battle three hundred more rounds!” Evidently, the Marquess was going to rely on force to “do” someone in.

That morning, within the confines of the small building, the colours of spring [5] was boundless.

End of Jus Primae Noctis Volume 2, Chapter 10

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[1]: The word Manor gives the impression that Wilts.h.i.+re has been awarded a house, albeit a large one, but many of the great British estates were in fact similarly named, and the name encompa.s.sed both the house itself and the lands that were entailed with it. For example Chatsworth House, the estate of the Dukes of Devons.h.i.+re, is the hub of a 35,000-acre agricultural estate which includes dozens of tenanted farms and over 450 houses and flats.

[2]: I think it’ll be unusual if Walker were to be given a higher t.i.tle right away. Looking at the Dukes of Marlborough and Wellington, they were first given knighthoods, before progressing steadily through the ranks of the aristocracy. That’s part of why there are many subsidiary t.i.tles in each dukedom, because the lesser t.i.tles do not revert to the Crown when they are “promoted”. They tend to be used by the heirs as courtesy t.i.tles. I.E, the son of a duke often uses the t.i.tle of a Marquess, his son is often an Earl, and the Earl’s son is often a Viscount.

[3]: The Chinese categorise flavours into 5 types, namely sweet, bitter, sour, spicy, salty.

[4]: The word “baby” was already in English in the original text.

[5]: Spring is an euphemism for all things relating to s.e.x and s.e.xuality in Chinese.

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