⚠ Content note for this chapter: explicit sexual content.
“…Is that good?”
Huian asked anxiously, and the Crown Prince burst into hearty laughter.
“How could it not be?”
He laughed out loud as if he had heard something amusing; whatever it was, something clearly delighted him. After laughing aloud for a good while, still smiling, he picked up the oil bottle from the brazier again.
“I think there is no need to apply any.”
“Just in case,” he said, and let a few drops of scented oil fall onto Huian’s buttocks. He rubbed it with a large hand, then spread the oil gently, stroking, past the rear passage and down to the perineum. Then, as he was about to apply it to his own member, Huian said urgently, “I, no, this consort…”
“This consort will apply it for you.”
The Crown Prince smiled as if to say, If you insist, and handed Huian the oil bottle. Huian poured the oil into his own palm, then carefully grasped the Crown Prince’s member with his wet hand. Seeing how the already huge thing had grown several times larger with arousal, worry surged again over how it could possibly be inserted. Holding it in his hand, he felt its heavy mass and searing heat exactly as they were, unlike when he had only looked, and his breath grew even more stifled. Whether or not he knew Huian’s feelings, the Crown Prince said, “That will do now,” grasped his wrist and pulled his hand away, then ordered him to lie down on the bed.
“How… should I lie?”
The postures he had seen in the erotic paintings had varied so wildly that he could not help but ask.
“If you lie flat, would your wings not make it uncomfortable?”
“Not particularly, I think…”
The Crown Prince looked thoughtful for a moment, then nodded and said, “Still, the face-down posture would be better.”
Since it is the first time, the Crown Prince added, but the thought of assuming that shameful posture again filled Huian with embarrassment. When he had seen it in pictures he had only thought it strange, but taking the posture himself, he could hardly bear the shame. Thinking, Truly, everyone manages to do this and bear children — how remarkable, he found the pillow again, placed it under his chest as if to cushion it, and lay face down. And as he lifted his hips and spread his legs slightly as before, the Crown Prince’s laughter came from behind him.
“Well done.”
The praise brought no joy, only shame. Hugging the pillow to hide his burning face, he felt the Crown Prince’s hand seize his buttocks. The moment he realized the nature of the heat pressing through, his body stiffened in spite of himself. The Crown Prince, perhaps noticing, spoke low into Huian’s ear:
“You must relax.”
With those words, something incomparably thicker than the fingers opened his rear passage and entered.
“Ugh…!”
A sound escaped Huian before he knew it. Startled, he bit his lip at once, but it was no use. The further the member advanced inside, the more moans slipped between his clenched teeth. He simply, simply could not hold back the sounds. The entrance felt as if it would tear, and his belly burned as though he had swallowed fire.
In the end he bit the pillowcase to stifle the sounds, and the Crown Prince, who had by then inserted more than half of his member, said in an amused voice, “You see?”
“Did I not say it could be done if we tried?”
So he said, but in truth it had been a matter of forcing and cramming through the narrow passage by brute will. Unable even to ask him to pull out, Huian panted with his face buried in the pillow, and felt the Crown Prince’s hand slowly stroking his wings.
“Did I not say that tensing like that only makes it worse? Breathe in deeply… That is right, you are doing well. Once more.”
Even amid the pain, breathing in and out deeply as he was told loosened his rigid muscles little by little, and his lower body, which had been nothing but tight, grew slightly, very slightly, more comfortable. The hand stroking his wings relaxed his back, stiff as it had been, and breathing came easier. In that gap the Crown Prince pushed his member all the way in, embraced Huian’s body as it threatened to stiffen again, and kissed the nape of his neck. And then,
“Hah, I, Your Highness…! Wait, wait a moment, ugh, ugh!”
The violent movement that followed at once made Huian cry out before he knew it.
“Your Highness, please… do not, do not move… Your Highness, ah, please.”
Please, Your Highness. Huian pleaded, almost sobbing. But,
“If I do not move, I will have to stay buried in you forever. Would that be all right?”
The Crown Prince said this with a smile and only moved his hips the faster. It was true enough. One way or another, it would only end when the Crown Prince spent himself inside. If he did not move, there was no knowing when it would end. As he regretted having said something foolish, the huge thing slipped out all at once. Then, without a hair’s hesitation, it drove in to the very end, deep enough to make a thudding sound.
Huian’s whole body trembled violently. His hands gripping the pillow tightened sharply. At the sensation, strange yet familiar, Huian’s face went pale. Could it be… that place from before? Was this because that place was being pressed?
No sooner had he thought it than the thing filling his belly withdrew again. And with a dull thud, at the moment it surged up deep inside, Huian screamed before he knew it.
“I, Your Highness, ugh!… Ungh! Yo, haa, aah… ah!”
Too startled even to ask him to stop for a moment, Huian could only moan, and the Crown Prince, repeating the same movement again and again, laughed. “Why are you calling me again?”
“Is it because it hurts, or is it for some other reason?”
The man did not stop moving even as he asked, so Huian could only pant without managing proper words, when suddenly a large hand seized his member.
“If it were because of pain, this would not be standing so proudly.”
He tightened his grip as he said it, and Huian had no way to hold back the sounds escaping him. Twisting his hips without realizing, Huian sobbed. With that, the Crown Prince’s member, filling him snugly, ground hard against his inner walls, and a great shudder ran through his whole body once more.
“Your Highness, aah…, Your Highness, ple, pl, sob, forgive me, Your Highness, please…”
Unable to say “stop,” he begged forgiveness though he had committed no sin. In the hope that pleading might make him stop. But the Crown Prince did not stop. Instead he tormented him, persistently striking and rubbing that same place again and again. The hand working his member was so deft that, with the stimulation given front and back, Huian could not keep his wits. Thin fluid dripped from the tip of his member until it was nearly flowing. Unable even to ask to be released, Huian at last spent himself in the Crown Prince’s hand.
“Hngh…”
With the inevitable languor that follows release, his hips gave way in spite of himself. As his body was about to collapse, the Crown Prince caught him, held him with one arm, and quickened his thrusts. His body, languid with the afterglow of release, was given stimulation too hard to bear, and Huian only wept with his head nearly buried in the pillow.
“Oh dear, why are you crying?”
The Crown Prince laughed awkwardly, and, perhaps deciding he should push no further, withdrew his member. Then he worked himself with his hand a few times and entered again. At once, something spilled deep inside his body. Huian shuddered at the unfamiliar sensation, and the Crown Prince, embracing him, said, “It is all over.”
“So stop crying now,” the Crown Prince said soothingly into his ear. Huian wanted to say something, but no words would come. All sorts of feelings tangled together, and his head was a mess.
“Forgi… forgive me, Your Highness.”
That was all he could barely manage. Even that he stammered with his face buried in the pillow, unable to find the courage to look at the Crown Prince’s face. The Crown Prince did not answer. He only stroked Huian’s wings with a tender hand, gently.
“You have done well.”
So saying in an amused voice, the Crown Prince rose. The sound of clothes being put on was followed by the sound of a door opening. Thinking he had probably gone to wash, Huian soon heard Yeogwan’s voice from outside: “Your Highness, I shall enter.”
Before he could answer, the door opened and Yeogwan entered with two court ladies. The court ladies held a basin of warm water and several clean towels.
“We shall wipe you down.”
Normally he would have said he would wipe himself down, but given the circumstances there was no room even for polite refusal. Naturally, he did not even think to feel ashamed. Even showing others the area between his legs, soaked with seed and fluid, his only thoughts were that he was tired, that it was enough now, and that he just wanted to rest quickly. Indeed, Huian fell asleep before the court ladies had even finished wiping him down. In truth, it was closer to half-fainting.
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