There was no time to catch his breath. Even though he had already climaxed, Veloan showed no mercy. His relentless thrusts aimed only for the peak, ignoring Ishar’s release, and made his body tremble uncontrollably.
“Ah, mm, huu, ah!”
He wanted to beg him to go slower. But all that escaped from between his lips were uncontrollable moans of pleasure.
Each time Veloan thrust into him, Ishar felt his reason slip further away. Just as he was nearing climax, Veloan suddenly stopped moving.
At first, he thought it was just a brief pause—but contrary to his expectation that Veloan would soon resume, he remained completely still.
“Hnn… why… why?”
Whenever the pleasure was abruptly cut off, Ishar couldn’t help but plead, his voice strained. He turned slightly to look up at Veloan, and the sharp jolt in his gut came from meeting those red eyes staring down at him.
Though both their eyes were clouded with heat, Veloan’s gaze remained clearer—commanding, almost regal in that moment.
And in truth, he was reigning over him. Ishar could do nothing but long for Veloan to thrust deep again, to strike the spot inside that made his nerves spark.
“Why… why have you stopped?”
“Ishar. I have something to ask you.”
Frustration overtook the desperation. Why now of all times? He wanted to protest.
Trembling from the unfulfilled climax and panting raggedly, Ishar struggled to catch his breath. His mouth was dry. Realizing that his body was starting to move on its own, hips twitching toward Veloan in a silent plea, he forced himself to stop with sheer will.
But Veloan showed no sign of moving until Ishar gave him an answer.
“Veloan… must you… really ask now?”
Even Ishar’s voice quivered, as wet as his tear-brimmed eyes—but Veloan nodded mercilessly.
The heat that had completely overtaken Ishar’s body made his insides clench, beckoning, but he had no choice but to endure. Veloan knew him too well.
“Yes. I thought you might give me a truthful answer… only like this.”
“I’ve… always been honest with you…”
Ishar trailed off, a secret rising to his throat—one he couldn’t bring himself to say aloud.
“Then answer me. Where were you planning to go, going so far as to create a double?”
“Ah…”
The dazed fog of lust began to clear from Ishar’s eyes.
As guilt flickered across his face, Veloan understood—it was as he had feared. The reason wasn’t far off from what he’d suspected. Still, he waited patiently for Ishar to speak.
“…Hnnnn…”
But that didn’t mean Veloan was simply waiting in silence. To keep the edge of pleasure alive—just barely—he ground his hips in slow, deep circles with his member still buried inside, grazing that sensitive spot with just enough stimulation to leave Ishar aching for more.
The inner walls clenched tightly around him. The clarity that had returned to Ishar’s eyes was now veiled again—this time with raw, helpless pleasure and yearning.
“Ah… ah…”
Even just the slow, teasing friction was enough to make Ishar’s inner walls begin to contract as if he were on the verge of climax. When Veloan abruptly stilled again, a breathless, high-pitched sigh slipped from Ishar’s parted lips.
“Ishar, please answer me. Then… I’ll give you exactly what you want.”
Ishar remembered all too well the pleasure Veloan could give. His hesitation didn’t last long.
In the end, caught between desire, guilt, and the earnest look in Veloan’s eyes, he finally spoke.
“There was an invitation… at the location marked by the artifact’s coordinates. It was meant for you…”
“Were the coordinates clearly written?”
“Yes. But it could’ve been a trap, so I was going to send my double to check. That’s all it was.”
“Even if it’s a double, you’d still feel the pain, wouldn’t you? That’s why I should go with you.”
“No… I can’t put you in danger—hnng…!”
Startled by the moan that escaped his own lips, Ishar flinched and trembled uncontrollably. Before he could recover, Veloan slowly began to draw his hips back.
With a slick sound, his slow retreat dragged against Ishar’s inner walls. The sensation alone, so deeply heightened by his overheated body, sent a powerful jolt through him. Ishar sucked in a small, trembling breath.
Even then, when the tip of his shaft brushed just at the entrance, as if about to slip out, Ishar’s inner walls clenched down with a desperate kind of plea, making Veloan furrow his brows.
He held back the urge to slam into Ishar without mercy, suppressing it with effort. With steady patience, he spoke.
“Ishar. I am your empress—and your lifelong partner. Isn’t it only natural that we face things together?”
Or perhaps…
Veloan paused mid-sentence and leaned forward, pressing his upper body down against Ishar’s back. The shift caused his tip, which had been resting at the edge, to sink in deeply—drawing a ragged gasp from between Ishar’s lips.
“Haahk…!”
Ishar trembled beneath the weight of Veloan’s body pinning him down, and at the breath that fell warm against the nape of his neck. The sheer presence pushing into him again made his entire body shudder.
Ishar’s fist, clenched so tightly the veins stood out stark against his pale skin, was gently enveloped by Veloan’s hand.
“Were you planning to leave me behind for the rest of your life?”
As Veloan whispered against his ear—his breath hot and clinging, voice deeper than night—Ishar shook his head.
Of course not. No one knew that better than he did. And yet, Veloan still needled him like this, which felt almost unfair.
“…Fine. If we go together, then it’s fine. We’ll go together…”
“I’m relieved.”
Veloan pressed a light kiss to the nape of Ishar’s neck, then pulled away. Ishar, flushed and expectant, waited for the pleasure he thought would soon begin again. But instead, a completely different sensation followed—so different, he turned to look back in surprise.
Veloan had pulled out of him completely.
A sense of betrayal swept over Ishar. He had answered Veloan’s question, even promised to go with him—wasn’t this a little cruel?
But then their eyes met—those deep, smoldering crimson eyes—and Ishar felt a creeping thought stir inside him.
Maybe… maybe it’s better if we just end it here…
All the physical memory and instinct built from their time together screamed caution at that sharp, focused gaze. His body may have wanted more, but remembering the afternoon’s imperial duties, a stronger urge to stop rose up.
“Ishar.”
“…Let’s just stop here, Veloan. I think that’s enough.”
Half-lifting his body from the desk, gathering the half-torn shirt Veloan had practically ripped open, Ishar tried to compose himself. Veloan smiled at the sight—and that smile made Ishar pause for just a moment too long.
In that heartbeat, Veloan slipped his arm around Ishar’s waist, pulled him close again, and laid him back down on the desk—this time facing him.
Startled, Ishar flailed his feet, flustered by the sudden shift.
“Look at you—honestly, ending it here would be best for both of us! Veloan, it’s almost time for the afternoon session, hhiiek…!”
Veloan grabbed both of Ishar’s struggling legs and hooked them over his shoulders. Without warning, he drove himself mercilessly into the trembling, unguarded entrance. The thick pressure of him, dragging roughly along Ishar’s oversensitive inner walls, left him completely defenseless—utterly undone.
“Hhk—ugh—haa…!”
As Veloan thrust deep with relentless force, tearing through him from the inside, and as Ishar met the piercing gaze locked onto him with unwavering intensity, he came to a realization.
He realized—this man had been holding back just as much as he had.
As Veloan leaned forward, their position grew even more compromising, but Ishar had no room to care about such trivial shame. Each time Veloan pushed deep inside, the sharp pleasure surged from his core and rippled through his entire body like a wave.
Their ragged breaths mingled, stoking the fire between them until Ishar’s mind blurred into a haze. When Veloan slammed in all the way from tip to base in one fierce stroke, Ishar’s toes curled, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.
“Ah—ah!”
Ishar could think of nothing. His entire being was consumed by Veloan.
All his senses were focused solely on him. Like a rushing stream, the emotions he held for Veloan poured into his heart, and tears welled in his eyes.
I really do love Veloan… I don’t want to lose him. Of all things, I can’t bear to lose him…
A foolish wish—that time might simply stop here—sprouted from the growing fear of what lay ahead.
So Ishar clung to Veloan, wrapping his arms around his neck.
That night, Ishar stood in front of a full-length mirror, checking his reflection. Clad in a long hooded robe that covered him from head to toe, he looked so suspicious that anyone passing by might cry out, “That man is clearly up to something!”
“Here you are, Your Majesty.”
Shuzel handed him a leather pouch after carefully tucking away the strands of hair escaping his hood and securing the hood itself.
Inside were forged identification papers, an antidote, and a modest sum of money.
“Please return safely.”
“…I will.”
Shuzel’s eyes, full of concern, were no different from usual. Which made Ishar’s sense of unease only grow stronger.
He would’ve normally insisted on coming with me…
Though Ishar had clearly explained where he was headed and that Veloan would be accompanying him, it struck him as odd that Shuzel had made no offer to join them.
Any other time I mentioned leaving the palace, he immediately asked to come along… Did something happen to him?
This was the same man who had repeatedly insisted that Ishar take the royal guard if he couldn’t accompany him himself. And yet now, he was sending him off without a word of resistance. The mystery only deepened.
Ishar wracked his mind in the short time they had left, trying to figure out the reason for Shuzel’s change.
A shift in his feelings? Or… is he still angry I distanced myself when Veloan disappeared?
There was no clear answer. The frustration of it gnawed at Ishar, and finally, he gave voice to the doubt.
“I expected Sir Quiste to insist on coming with me. Why haven’t you said anything?”
“…May I come with you?”
The pale yellow eyes sparkled like a dog being invited on a walk. That overt joy and the hopeful gleam in his expression made Ishar realize he’d been worrying for nothing. He shook his head.
“Forgive me. You can’t come with me this time.”
“…I understand.”
Shuzel’s voice, once bright, dropped audibly in disappointment. Ishar felt a pang of guilt for raising his hopes.
Pinky screams: FUCKING HELL ALL THEY DO IS BANG! TOUCH SOME FOTHERMUCKING GRASS AND STOP MAKING MY LIFE HARD. (ChatGPT doesn’t like sexy things so it takes a slight effort on my part.)
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