Chapter 47: The Predator’s Care

Haeryeong moved slowly, his body trembling violently.

As his shaky arms supported him against the bed, the vibrations traveled up, causing his thin inner jacket to quiver noticeably.

Like a hunted pheasant, he buried his head into the bunched-up quilt and raised his buttocks before Gangcheon’s eyes.

The sight recalled the memories of their first heat cycle, causing a hollow laugh to slip out of the Emperor.

His wet entrance was visible between his buttocks.

His jade gate, still red and swollen from the Emperor’s forceful penetrations throughout the cycle, pulsed as if breathing.

Gangcheon lowered his gaze slightly to examine the plump, swollen mound between the Empress’s thighs.

Red marks were visible where the thighs folded.

It appeared chafed from the pressure of the saddle and the friction of his clothes, but it didn’t seem as severe as it could have been.

When Gangcheon lightly traced a finger down, Haeryeong’s thighs spasmed.

“It is a bit chafed here. Does it hurt?”

Even with his face buried in the quilt, Haeryeong’s heavy, ragged breathing was audible as he replied in a broken voice.

“It… just stings… a little.”

“I shall apply the ointment, so spread your legs a bit more. Arch your waist further back. Good. You are doing well.”

Gangcheon touched his lower abdomen and thighs, helping him hold the proper posture.

He drew closer while gently massaging the trembling inner thighs.

When he exhaled through his nose, the buttocks right in front of him quivered violently.

“Hng…”

“You must stay still for me to apply the medicine.”

“But, hah, my breath, nng…”

“Ah, it is simply because the bed is too dark for me to see clearly. Endure it a little longer.”

At those words, the faint sound of him gripping the quilt could be heard.

Chuckling inwardly, Gangcheon used his hands to pull the flesh of both thighs wide apart.

Haeryeong twisted weakly when the Emperor licked the reddened inner thighs with a tongue drenched in saliva.

“Nng.”

He licked gently from the crease of the thighs toward the buttocks, then pressed his flattened tongue firmly against the plump mound.

Haeryeong gasped loudly and let out a pained groan.

As if wanting to flee, his thighs, which Gangcheon held open, kept leaning forward.

A rustling sound echoed as his knees rubbed against the quilt, and when Gangcheon pursed his lips to suck on the mound, Haeryeong’s feet drummed rapidly against the bed.

“Your… Majesty, stop, do not… ah!”

After licking his way up the groin, Gangcheon gave the wet entrance a sharp suck with his lips, making Haeryeong let out a piercing scream.

Pulling back the man who was trembling and trying to crawl away, Gangcheon licked the entrance where lubrication was surging out and whispered.

“Did I not promise you this morning? That I would drink all of your jade dew.”

“It is… filthy… please, nng…”

Haeryeong’s long hair scattered everywhere as he struggled and shook his head.

His bony ribs rose and fell incessantly beneath the jacket that had slipped down while he held his buttocks high.

The hollow small of his back above his buttocks moved in the same frantic rhythm.

Capturing every shifting movement as the man gasped for air, Gangcheon sucked on the wet entrance without replying.

As the Emperor rubbed the swollen folds with his tongue and drank the fluid it expelled with audible gulps, Haeryeong groaned as if he were dying.

Only when a sob began to permeate the pained, exhausted voice did the Emperor pull his head away.

Shivering violently, Haeryeong gripped the quilt as if it were a lifeline, the veins standing out on the back of his hands.

When the Emperor moved his hands from the thighs to pull the buttocks wider apart, a tearful sigh burst from the Empress.

Between his flushed neck and disheveled hair, wet eyelashes were visible against his reddened cheeks.

The pupils visible beneath them trembled like aspen leaves before quickly hiding behind closed lids.

Seeing the transparent dew flowing from the dark crevice made the Emperor’s throat go dry.

Was it because his scent had intensified at the proximity of the jade gate?

Licking the jade gate with wet sounds, he lowered a hand and touched the penis, which stood rock hard and was leaking fluid.

Even though he only touched it lightly, the penis twitched; as he caressed it gently, Gangcheon rubbed his lips against the anal folds to his heart’s content.

As he tapped the entrance with his tongue, the hole opened and closed, spilling sticky, transparent lubrication that pooled on his lower lip held beneath it.

Gangcheon curled his lip to gather and drink the fluid, then let out a soft laugh.

“Did you know? The fluid Haeryeong spills is sweet and refreshing.”

‘Would it taste like this if I drank sap directly from a tree?’

The reason he felt this way was surely due to the man’s scent.

Haeryeong pleaded, vomiting out stifled cries.

His voice, thick with tears, sounded as if it were fading away.

“Please, stop. Please, sob, ah… Your Majesty, have mercy on your servant…”

“You have done nothing wrong, so why speak of mercy? This is also my affection; do you truly hate it that much?”

When Gangcheon whispered while rubbing his cheek against the fleshy part of the buttocks, Haeryeong shook his head violently.

Seeing the wildly scattering hair and the tightly shut eyes, the Emperor’s heart softened slightly.

Looking at the face that felt hot enough to explode, Gangcheon decided he should release him for now.

“If you loathe my affection so much, I suppose I have no choice. I shall step back.”

As Gangcheon pulled away and stood up from the bed, Haeryeong opened his eyes and stole a glance behind him.

Gangcheon personally poured water from the pitcher prepared for washing and wetted a clean cotton cloth.

After wringing the cloth thoroughly, he returned to find Haeryeong already sitting up and looking at him.

With his tangled hair covering half his face, he looked like a criminal about to be dragged away by an executioner.

Gangcheon let out a chuckle and brushed away the hair covering his forehead.

When the Emperor pressed his lips to the revealed forehead, Haeryeong sobbed, inhaling a breath full of sorrow.

“Now I shall apply the actual medicine. If you cry this much from mere teasing, we have a very long road ahead of us.”

Gangcheon sat behind the man, who was sitting awkwardly with his arms braced against the bed.

As he wiped the groin with the wet cloth, Haeryeong bowed his head, trembling.

Although the Empress’s still-erect penis was visible through the slightly parted jacket, the Emperor pretended not to see and continued his task.

After cleaning all the areas he had licked, he opened the jar of ointment to find a thick, light-brown liquid.

Scooping up a generous amount with his index and middle fingers, Gangcheon embraced Haeryeong’s shoulders with his other arm and rubbed the medicine onto his groin.

“Does it not hurt?”

Haeryeong collapsed against the arm wrapped around his shoulders and chest and managed only a forced nod.

Every time he nodded, his tears fell onto the quilt and inner jacket with a faint thudding sound.

After applying the medicine to the groin a few more times, he applied the rest to the swollen jade gate.

While Haeryeong thrashed and gasped, Gangcheon moved his fingers leisurely, spreading the medicine over the folds.

After adding more medicine and applying it even inside the twitching entrance, the Emperor withdrew his hand, and Haeryeong’s body went completely limp.

Haeryeong’s hair spread across the silk quilt like an ink blossom.

Gangcheon refolded the wet cloth to wipe the ointment from his hand and licked his dry lips.

A faint sweetness seemed to linger on his lips from the taste of the fluid Haeryeong had released, making his throat increasingly parched.

Haeryeong lay crumpled on the quilt, pulling his thighs up and curling into a ball.

Watching him, Gangcheon remembered there was one more place left to lick and leaned over Haeryeong.

“The treatment is finished, yet it breaks my heart to see the Empress weeping so.”

Letting Haeryeong’s muffled apology drift past his ear, Gangcheon gently caressed the back of the curled thighs.

He traced a long line up with his palm, then veered into the back of the knees to sweep along the inside, causing Haeryeong to curl even tighter.

He looked like a man who wanted to become a snail.

Tucking the hair of the man whose face was buried against his knees behind an ear, Gangcheon whispered.

“You will only be more uncomfortable staying like that.”

Haeryeong shook his head even in that state.

“No. Your servant is now quite at peace.”

Gangcheon pushed his way between the tightly pressed thighs.

As he wrapped his hand around the rock-hard penis starting from the testicles, Haeryeong gasped through his stuffed nose and twisted his body.

“This part does not seem very ‘at peace’ to me.”

“If you… let go… it will soon be, ah-hng!”

A pleasant sound escaped as the Emperor applied firm pressure, gripping the shaft and testicles together before releasing them.

“I know a way to bring you peace much faster, so let me help you.”

Gangcheon moved his hand slowly, the one that had been fondling and tightening around the shaft.

Haeryeong shuddered and twisted his body.

Seizing the moment to pull at his thigh, Gangcheon forced Haeryeong’s body from its side to face him.

The wet face buried itself into his chest.

The weight of Haeryeong clinging to his sleeping robe caused the Emperor’s hand to tighten instinctively.

“Hah-ugh…”

Haeryeong narrowed his thighs as if to embrace Gangcheon’s arm.

Gangcheon pressed his lips to the crown of Haeryeong’s head as the man kept his face buried in his chest and spoke quietly.

“You must spread them.”

The tightly closed thighs began to quiver and open.

Not wide enough to be satisfying, but enough to move his arm without difficulty.

Gangcheon pulled Haeryeong completely onto his own thighs.

Though his hips heaved after just a few light fondles, Haeryeong’s head remained buried in Gangcheon’s chest.

After rubbing his heated face frantically as if suffering from fever, he suddenly lifted his head and exhaled a great breath.

His lips, red and swollen as he tilted his chin and gasped for air as if suffocating, were quite plump.

Gangcheon leaned down for a brief kiss, then laid Haeryeong back on the bed and placed his hands on the knees that were only halfway open.