#71
That same old love. Love. Love. Love.
It was the word Enrique always heard from Anture’s mouth. But the moment Kisha asked if he loved Anture, his chest tightened as if struck by something blunt.
He tried to say no. But his lips, parted to speak, wouldn’t move. Conversely, he couldn’t say yes either. He felt that if he answered affirmatively, his own heart would become uncontrollable.
“…I love Shamier.”
After a long pause, his lips moved to utter these dry words. Kisha and Julian quietly drank their wine, pretending not to notice Enrique’s state.
The three drank silently until dawn. All three became completely drunk. Servants carried each of them, sprawled on the sofa, to their respective places. Enrique was supported by Pol and another servant to his bed.
Pol removed Enrique’s outer clothes, laid him properly on the bed, and covered him with a blanket. Even through his blurry vision from the alcohol, Enrique could see Pol’s sympathetic gaze. With his eyes half-open, Enrique breathed slowly, his breath reeking of wine. Seeing Enrique like this, Pol moved his lips several times as if to speak, but eventually just bowed his head and left the bedroom.
Enrique stared at the spinning ceiling with lifeless eyes. Then he suddenly mumbled:
“Why did you have to be born a prince… If you were just any nobleman or knight of Shamier… Then I wouldn’t have needed to push you like this.”
Enrique frowned alone after spilling his true feelings as if in confession. A surge of resentment welled up.
“Why were you born with such a white and pretty face? Why did you appear as such a splendid man? If you were just an ordinary man… How much easier it would have been.”
Once spoken aloud, it sounded quite plausible. Enrique groped for the pillow next to him, pulled it close, and hugged it tightly. But a pillow was far from enough to fill the emptiness.
“The bad one is you. Not me, but you. You’re bad, and I’m right. You’re wrong, and I’m correct.”
Enrique repeated these words several times. He felt a little better.
Unconsciously, his gaze turned to one side. It was the door connecting to Anture’s bedroom. A door he had never used. Enrique staggered to his feet and stepped down from the bed.
His body swayed as he stumbled towards the door. Enrique grabbed the doorknob, breathing heavily with alcohol-laden breath. After blinking for a moment, he flung the doorknob open.
He thought the room would be empty, of course. But it wasn’t.
Anture was sitting in a chair by the window in the darkness-filled room. He slowly turned his gaze from the window to Enrique, his head leaning against the chair.
“……”
“……”
Even as their eyes met, Anture didn’t move. He didn’t welcome, nor was he surprised, nor did he show any reaction. He just stared at Enrique with silent black eyes. At this unprecedented gaze, Enrique somehow felt wronged and sad. He couldn’t even remember when he had last felt this way.
“Do you resent me?”
Enrique asked, standing alone in front of the door. Anture didn’t answer.
“I resent you, Anture.”
Enrique said softly, as if confessing.
“Am I… resentful to you?”
Anture finally opened his tightly closed lips. Enrique nodded as if entranced. Seeing this, Anture smiled faintly. He was clearly smiling, but it wasn’t a smiling face.
Enrique resented Anture for not coming to support him or embrace him when he was so drunk and staggering, wearing only thin clothes and feeling cold. He hated it. He wanted to make Anture feel this way too.
“…Let’s divorce.”
Enrique said slowly. Anture’s impassive face gradually distorted. A twisted pleasure surged. See? You can’t help but react to me.
“If you don’t want a child, this marriage is meaningless. Let’s divorce. And you go back to Ruben. Whether it’s Monta, Baron, or some other country… I’ll find another man and have his child, so I don’t need you anymore.”
His mouth moved freely of its own accord. Enrique couldn’t tell if he was in his right mind or if he had completely lost it. The more Anture’s face distorted, the more the twisted pleasure grew. And on the other hand, Anture’s distorted face and miserable gaze sharply gouged at Enrique’s heart as if carving it out with a knife.
“Am I… nothing more than that to you? Am I just a stud horse to give you good seeds?”
Anture muttered as he slowly rose from his seat. Strong and stimulating pheromones emanated thickly from Anture as he approached one step at a time. Just feeling the pheromones made Enrique’s breath catch and sent chills down his spine.
Enrique felt conflicting emotions as he watched Anture approach and stand before him. He simultaneously felt an overwhelming desire to run away and a longing to be embraced by this man.
A corner of his alcohol-soaked mind whispered reason:
‘Yes. At this rate, you can have Anture’s child today.’
And emotion pleaded:
‘No. At this rate, things with Anture might become irreversible.’
In a split second, reason and emotion fought fiercely. Enrique almost wished for his emotions to win. But Enrique’s reason was far too strong for that.
“Yes. You’re a stud horse. A stud horse with excellent bloodline, descended from the Ruben Emperor.”
Enrique spat out words as his reason dictated. With each word uttered, it felt like his heart was being carved out.
Anture raised his hand. Enrique instinctively squeezed his eyes shut, anticipating the impending impact. But the expected shock didn’t come. Instead, fingers gently stroked Enrique’s eyes.
“This doesn’t seem like something to say while crying like this.”
Anture said in a somewhat deflated voice. Enrique slowly opened his tightly closed eyes. Only then did he realize his vision was blurred with tears.
“Are you so desperate that you’d say such harsh words even while crying like this?”
Anture asked with gloomy eyes. Enrique’s lips quivered. He didn’t know what to say.
“I…”
The moment Enrique barely uttered a word, Anture lightly covered his mouth with his hand.
“Just don’t say anything, Enrique. I understand, so I’ll do as you wish, just don’t say anything.”
Anture whispered earnestly as he removed his hand from Enrique’s mouth. Then he leaned down and slowly kissed him. Strangely, the kiss that was always sweet tasted salty.
Enrique’s body lifted into the air. Then he was gently laid on the bed.
Anture positioned himself over Enrique. His touch as he removed Enrique’s clothes was affectionate and gentle. Enrique felt Anture’s pheromones growing stronger. His alcohol-soaked mind now became intoxicated with Anture’s wild pheromones.
“Ah…”
Enrique didn’t resist the pheromones Anture was pouring onto him. It was as strong as, no, even stronger than during the rut at the villa. Enrique’s body instantly heated up from the seductive pheromones aimed solely at enticing a mate for breeding.
“Mmnh…”
Even though Anture’s hands barely grazed his skin while removing his pants, Enrique’s waist twisted. A deep place inside him throbbed. His mouth went dry, and his senses became acutely heightened. Every fiber of his being focused on Anture above him. Enrique realized that Anture’s aggressive pheromones had induced his heat. His whole body tingled. His back itched. He wanted to be taken right away.
Enrique exhaled hot breaths and dug his nails into Anture’s firm arms. He wanted something to be done quickly, quickly. Fortunately, Anture didn’t refuse that request. Strong hands gripped and spread his thighs, and fingers probed his rear. Enrique was already slick and wet.
“Hnn.”
With just one finger entering, his whole body felt electrified. Anture’s eyes narrowed at this sensitive reaction. Confirming that Enrique was sufficiently wet, Anture withdrew his finger. Then he firmly spread Enrique’s thighs with both hands.
“I’m going to impregnate you now.”
Anture said softly, emitting wild pheromones frantically. His black eyes, exposed to Enrique’s heat pheromones, were also on the verge of losing reason.
Instead of answering, Enrique wrapped his legs around Anture’s waist and pulled him closer. Then he pulled Anture’s neck down and kissed him. As if that was the signal, they both let go of their last thread of reason.
A hot and hard dick, like an iron rod heated in fire, ceaselessly prodded and stirred inside him. Every time Anture thrust his hips forcefully, Enrique trembled, overwhelmed by intense pleasure. The two moved their bodies, indulging only in animalistic pleasure. They clung to each other like mating snakes, solely devoted to exploring each other’s bodies.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
