Chapter 15: The Emperor’s Insatiable Night

As Ihan curved his fingers inside, pressing and scraping against a familiar spot, Hwaun hunched his shoulders, trembling so violently he couldn’t even manage a moan. His black hair, tinged with a faint reddish hue, spilled across his white skin. As Ihan rained kisses down through those strands, Hwaun whispered in a voice so small it was barely audible.

“Majesty….”

“Un-ah.”

“I am… I am fine now….”

“…….”

“I, too, can no longer endure the desire to hold Your Majesty….”

It was a statement made out of consideration for the Emperor’s excitement, but it was also Hwaun’s honest feeling. He could no longer be satisfied with mere fingers. Hwaun longed for that thing—strong enough to shatter his body—to tear through his insides.

Like the voice of a seductive specter enchanting an Emperor, Hwaun’s voice drifted into Ihan’s ear.

“So please… hold me, Majesty.”

Ihan could not answer. He had neither the reason nor the will left to do so. The fingers that had been obsessively widening Hwaun’s path withdrew in an instant. Ihan positioned the tip of his member against the opening—which had been clenching around his fingers only a moment ago—and, gripping Hwaun’s hips with both hands, thrust inward with all his might.

“Hhh-eup…!”

Hwaun pushed his upper body up from the bed with his arms, throwing his head back. The initial pain, which felt as if his entire body were being split in two, was something he could never get used to. Starting from the entrance that first accepted Ihan’s member, his insides were forcibly pried open, creating an immense pressure.

Saliva trailed from Hwaun’s parted lips. He was terrified; it felt as though not only the entrance, but his very core would be unable to withstand it and tear apart.

“Ugh… try to… relax a little….”

“Ah-euh… ah, ah….”

That massive pressure wasn’t only felt by Hwaun. Sweat poured down Ihan’s back, though he was barely halfway in. There was a limit to how much he could force it. Pausing his movement—sensing more pain than pleasure—Ihan leaned down to embrace Hwaun’s back and whispered against his cheek.

“Un-ah. You are clenching so tightly I fear my member might actually break off.”

“Majesty…! That… hhh-eu… ah… such words….”

It was half-serious and half-intended to make Hwaun relax. Savouring Hwaun’s lovely, startled reaction, Ihan gently ran a hand over Hwaun’s lower abdomen.

“Shh, breathe. Try to breathe.”

“Hah-eu… Majesty… hhh….”

“That’s it. Good, good. It’s alright. I will make it feel good.”

As if soothing a child with a stomachache, Ihan rubbed the lower belly and whispered in a tender voice. Yet, as he felt the soft skin rising and falling with every breath, the fire of desire to drive himself into this man without further waiting blazed within him.

Watching Hwaun slowly find his rhythm, Ihan straightened up again and gripped the small hips with both hands. His eyes had darkened to a depth incomparable to before.

The moment the atmosphere shifted, Hwaun instinctively spread his legs further to accept him more easily—and in that instant, Ihan drove the rest of his length into Hwaun’s depths in one stroke.

“Aah-uk! Ah…! Aat!”

A cry that was more scream than moan erupted from Hwaun. As if that sound were a starting signal, Ihan waited no longer. He pulled back slightly and thrust again, over and over. The sound of flesh striking flesh echoed loudly, and Hwaun’s buttocks quickly flushed red as if they had been struck.

“Mmm! Aat! Ah… too fast… Ma—hng!”

“This is all… hu… all your fault….”

“Eut…! Ma… ahh-uk…! Majesty…….”

As if the only word he knew was “Majesty,” Hwaun called out to him repeatedly like a sob. With every thrust of Ihan’s hips, his entire abdomen throbbed with a numbing sensation. His arms finally gave out, and Hwaun was forced to bury his face back into the pillow, hips thrust high, helplessly accepting Ihan’s relentless invasion.

“How do you, like this… hhh…! Hu… make me, go so mad. Hmm?”

“Aah-uk! Ah… mmm…!”

“This is all, all because you are so lewd.”

Do not resent me.

The final words were swallowed as Ihan increased his speed, pushing into Hwaun again and again. No matter how deep he went, his thirst only intensified. Finally, Ihan pressed against the inner wall that blocked his path and forced himself even deeper.

“Not there… ugh…! Stop…!”

He knew Hwaun was a little afraid of him going this deep. He knew, but he couldn’t stop. The sensation of conquering a place never meant to be entered drove Ihan’s excitement to the limit.

“St-stop… ah-hng…! Hng!”

Hwaun’s moans changed in tone, spilling out loudly. Though he lacked the strength to endure, Hwaun’s instinctive struggle to move his hips in time with Ihan’s speed was so dangerously seductive that it made Ihan want to tear him apart.

Ihan realized that if Hwaun knew he was having such violent thoughts, Hwaun might never look at him with the same eyes again. Swallowing that desire, Ihan leaned down again to embrace Hwaun’s small back, turned his chin, and roughly devoured his parted lips.

“Mm-eup… mmm…!”

It wasn’t a tender or careful kiss. Ihan used his tongue to ravage Hwaun’s mouth just as his member ravaged his body. He didn’t want even a single breath of Hwaun’s to escape. This man was entirely his.

With an intense sense of possession, the moment of release surged. Only then did Ihan release Hwaun’s lips and accelerate his hips. With such a massive member striking him at high speed, Hwaun was on the verge of losing consciousness.

Violent sensations—hardly even “pleasure”—echoed through to his very organs. Hwaun instinctively reached down to cover his lower belly. It felt as though his stomach, bulging each time Ihan thrust, might actually tear open.

“Hah-eut! Ah! Mmm…!”

When Hwaun’s cries reached their peak and Ihan’s breathing became as ragged as a moan, Ihan finally thrust deep one last time and stopped. Hwaun, feeling the hot liquid filling him, spent himself at the same time. Unlike the first time, he had reached release without being touched at all.

Ihan’s seed filled Hwaun for a long moment. As Ihan caught his breath and felt Hwaun’s body slowly go limp, he began to slowly withdraw and thrust back in. The whitish fluid that followed him out was pushed back in repeatedly. Hwaun trembled.

“Majesty, do not move… hhh-eu… please do not move… mmm….”

His body was already hypersensitive from the release, and when Ihan began to move again without pause, tears burst forth. It was a different kind of pleasure than the rough thrusting. Moreover, even after climaxing, Ihan was still swollen.

“We have only just begun… how can you tell me not to move?”

“That… Majesty, I… ah…!”

As if to cut off Hwaun’s words, Ihan withdrew and immediately turned Hwaun over. He spread Hwaun’s legs—which fluttered like a doll’s—wide, and thrust back into the opening that was a mess of oil and seed. Hwaun’s eyes widened in disbelief, but his lower half accepted Ihan much more easily than the first time.

Ihan smiled, kissing Hwaun’s pink-tinged knee.

“Since my consort particularly likes to do this while looking at my face….”

“Ah….”

“As your husband, how could I not satisfy you?”

Though the prospect of a night that would not end easily was daunting, Hwaun loved the sound of his partner calling him “consort” so much that he couldn’t help but open his arms to Ihan. Ihan gladly gathered his lover into his embrace and relentlessly delved into the narrow depths.

Just as the Emperor said, they had only just begun.

He felt a presence beside him. It seemed the Emperor had awakened. Realizing this, Hwaun slowly opened his closed eyes. Or rather, he tried to open them. But for some reason, his eyelids would not lift.

That wasn’t all. His mind told his body to sit up, but he couldn’t even twitch a finger. Was it sleep paralysis? Was it a nightmare? A sudden fear washed over Hwaun, and a pained sound escaped from deep in his throat.