Chapter 35 - Interlude Ganche’s Bath (2/2)

When he brought them out of his mouth and took a look, he saw that Ernst’s palely-colored thing had grown invigorated, becoming slightly erect.

Ernst clutched his little manhood with both hands, hastily looking up at him – a sight that wrecked Ganche’s senses.

He nibbled on Ernst’s soft belly, then licked at the hairless area around his member. He deliberately avoided touching it directly, instead licking circles around it with the scorching tip of his tongue.

“Aah…”

Thin fingers pulled at Ganche’s hair.

He increased the count of his sheathed fingers to two, and slid the tip of his tongue between the gap of those fingers. When he looked up from his position down below, he saw that Ernst’s small sack had lifted slightly.

In the past, those underdeveloped genitals reacted only to the feeling of Ganche’s semen as it was unloaded deep within Ernst’s body; yet now, they trembled from Ganche’s teasing.

It was so adorable, so darling, so irresistible, that he couldn’t help but latch on.

“Aaah…!”

In this bathroom lit by a wavering candlelight, a wet sound rang out.

Squelching sounds came from the place where Ernst’s body swallowed up Ganche’s fingers. As Ganche swallowed down Ernst’s member, sucks and swallows filled the air.

They overlapped with Ernst’s aroused voice as he panted out captivating moans; in the hot water, Ganche’s lower half swelled enormously.

He wanted to take out his fingers right now, and bring himself inside.

Yet Ernst’s length let Ganche taste an enthralling nectar, making it difficult for him to let go.

Ernst’s scent was that of an unripe fruit.

And his watery semen had the taste of a rose apple. [1]

The continent of Sout was abundant with fruit. It was a temperate land, and most of it consisted of ocean. On the islands which dotted those seas, the people grew fruit, especially peaches.

There were thousands of varieties of peaches, which were Sout’s primary commercial item. The one that Ganche liked the most out of all of them was the rose apple.

In Sout Continent, there were two countries that had long been at war. In this war which had dragged on for 200 years and continued to this day, Ganche had participated as a mercenary.

During his one-year contracted term, Ganche had been able to experience the delightful taste of the rose apple.

Though rose apples were the best-tasting, they weren’t uncommon and they could be found all throughout Sout. However, they were incredibly fragile, and they rotted a single day after harvesting.

For this reason, it could only be eaten in Sout Continent. In the eyes of other lands, the rose apple was a fruit you could only find in dreams.

When Ganche’s contract was up and it came time to leave Sout, what saddened him the most was that he would no longer be able to enjoy that peach.

When Ernst had let out his nectar for the first time in his life, Ganche had the extraordinary luck of once again tasting that flavor. Even now, Ganche clearly recalled the sense of joy, as well as the shock, he had experienced at that time.

It was the exact same taste – no, it was an even better taste than the rose apple Ganche had enjoyed in the past.

Ernst’s small body was unable to take Ganche every night. But every night, Ernst was willing to give his nectar to Ganche.

Ganche reverently held him in his mouth, indulging in the flowing nectar every night.

Ernst’s immature length trembled slightly, squeezing out nectar.

Though his body had begun showing sexual responses, he wasn’t able to shoot out the way Ganche could. The way his member looked, like a sheltered princess gently crying, was so graceful, so restrained, that Ganche couldn’t hold himself back.

Ganche wrapped his tongue around Ernst and sucked. He pressed on the sack with the tip of his tongue, sucking as if he were squeezing out every last drop.

Though the refreshing sweetness which spread through his mouth gradually faded, he continued to suck without giving up.

“Ganche… Ganche.”

A small hand pulled at his hair, making Ganche raise his head.

“No more is going to come out.”

Ernst had sat up, saying this with teary eyes. As he spoke, he looked fastidiously at that place which had turned red and swollen after Ganche had thoroughly ravished it. It dangled down powerlessly.

“I… I owe you my deepest apologies. I had gone too far and forgotten myself… Does it hurt?”

As he gently rubbed it, Ernst’s small hands covered his.

“It’s alright. It aches a little, but it doesn’t hurt. I would give you more if I could… sorry.”

He grabbed one of Ganche’s apologetic fingers, bringing the fingertip into his mouth.

“Lord Ernst, you’re always giving me so many things.”

Ganche gently embraced him, bringing Ernst’s chilled body back into the bathtub. The slender body within Ganche’s arms leaned on him, relieved.

Ernst sat on Ganche’s thigh, his legs splayed on either side of it, as he rested his cheek on Ganche’s broad chest.

His blue eyes looked up at Ganche from below.

“Ganche…”

“Yes.”

“Today isn’t good…?”

His thin arm dipped into the water, and he rubbed Ganche’s towering erection.

“You mustn’t overexert yourself.”

“I’m not overexerting myself. I… always want to feel Ganche inside me.”

He touched the head, stroking the swollen tip.

Furrowing his brow, Ganche considered it. The last time he had guided it into Ernst was five days ago.

Wanting to check, Ganche dropped the hand he had been using to stroke Ernst’s thin back and slid his finger into Ernst’s small hole.

One, then two. Perhaps because of Ganche’s prior teasing, Ernst’s body hadn’t tensed even with two fingers inside of him. He didn’t seem as if he was hiding any pain, either.

Ganche gently increased the number of fingers to three.

“Ah…”

Ernst clung to Ganche, letting out an alluring moan.

“Lord Ernst…”

His voice as he whispered was low, murmuring.

“Let’s go back to our room.”

Ganche lifted Ernst up, bringing him out of the water.

After wiping off Ernst’s body in the small room, Ganche first dressed Ernst with a robe which resembled a thin coat, loosely tying a sash around his thin waist.

Though this robe was meant to be worn after bathing, recently, it had also become bedclothes. It was only worn between moving from this small room to the bedroom. They took it off as soon as they entered the bedroom, and they went to bed to sleep curled up together without a single stitch of clothing separating their skin.

They always went to sleep this way, whether it was a night where they had connected or not.

Ernst sat himself on an ottoman as Ganche also put on a robe. Ernst looked up at his figure with rapt attention.

“Ganche is always so amazing.”

Ganche’s hands paused in tying the robe, and he turned around to face Ernst.

“I wish I could grow larger, like you…”

When Ganche approached the seated Ernst, Ernst stretched out a thin finger, touching that thing which stood so tall that it nearly touched Ganche’s stomach.

“It’s not bothering you?”

“A lot of blood has gathered there, and that’s why it’s hot, or so I’ve heard… There is a throbbing, sore feeling.”

Though one could say that Ernst had experienced arousal and sexual pleasure, his own parts were yet immature. He showed curiosity over the usual state of excitement that a fully-grown man displayed.

Ganche tried to respond as accurately as he could to the questions Ernst posed in his pursuit of knowledge.

“Is that so… when Ganche touches me, it’s as if my body feels numb. When I let it out, I feel as if something is being sucked out from a thin tube.”

Ganche smiled wryly at Ernst’s words.

“It sounds like that is because I suck on you too strongly.”

Ganche reached out his hand, scooping up his own sack.

“Lord Ernst, do you see these?”

Ernst’s small hands dutifully touched Ganche’s sack. Ganche let Ernst hold it atop his palms.

“Heavy…”

“Yes. When the body becomes more aroused, these swell and grow heavier, like this. When the feeling grows stronger, it stands the way mine is now.”

“The sack?”

“Yes. Yours become that way as well, doesn’t it?”

“Aah… I wonder if mine is like this, even with the way I am.”

“It does. Lord Ernst’s is small and very cute, but it does stand up a little bit.”

His cheeks slightly red, Ernst laughed as if he felt that his situation wasn’t all that bad anymore.

“When these are emptied, they soften… Maybe someday, it’ll be possible to pour it out into Lord Ernst’s body until they’re completely empty.”

Ganche gently reached out his hand, touching the golden threads of Ernst’s hair.

“If that day is going to come, then I wish it would come sooner.”

Ernst grasped Ganche’s hand, resting his cheek upon the large palm as he closed his eyes.

In a room enveloped in darkness, Ganche embraced the body within his arms.

Ernst slept, a soothed expression on his small face.

Ganche had never before made love over and over again with one specific person. Up until now, he had only had loves for a single night. No; that wasn’t love at all. That was just a treatment of sexual desire. It was just an act of reproduction.

Ganche pressed a kiss to Ernst’s prominent forehead. The love he felt for Ernst spilled out within his heart.

No matter how many times he made love to him, it wasn’t enough. Though his body was one that Ganche could only meet once every few days, he never felt that this was insufficient. Not to mention how he wasn’t even able to think about anyone else.

Unless it was for Ernst, Ganche was unable to feel passion for anyone.

He hugged Ernst’s slender body, filling his chest with the scent of Ernst’s hair.

The him who had been serving in the royal palace would’ve never guessed that the day would come where he could touch Ernst freely, without hesitation.

Ganche thanked his body for wielding so much luck inside of it.

For the sake of protecting this luck, Ganche would do whatever it took. He would heat up a bath every day and, if Ernst commanded it, he would cut down whoever dared to bring Ernst pain.

For Ganche, there was nothing that could ever be more important than Ernst.

He stooped his body to kiss the sleeping Ernst.

He adjusted his angle and kissed him again and again, and after countless kisses, Ganche finally fell to sleep.

[1] The fruit here is called 水桃, which are the words for “water peach”. A quick google search brought up a bell-shaped red fruit called the rose apple, which is what I decided to use.