While Dagan was causing the butler to recoil in shock, Lunarsion was tossing and turning on the massive bed, caught between anxiety and anticipation.
His long, platinum hair was neatly styled, he wore a sheer silk outfit dripping with sensuality, the magical lamp bathed the room in moody lighting, a special fragrance filled the air, and his beauty—often likened to the moon—should’ve been shining… but now it was all for naught. His head was swimming with daydreams.
“Aaaahhh… Dagan-sama was just as cool as ever! No, wait—he’s even more rugged now! Amazing… I love him…!”
Lunarsion was overflowing with joy.
Fourteen years since they met. Five years since he realized his feelings. He was finally about to be united with the person he’d waited all this time for. For a twenty-two-year-old man, it was overwhelming.
Still, despite the passionate way they’d gotten married, he figured it must’ve been the effect of the Holy Love Song: Ender Year. Even if Dagan had quickly changed his attitude afterward, he’d still caused Lunarsion to be embarrassed at the feast.
Dagan probably only saw him as “a former liege,” or “a best friend’s son,” or at worst, “a clingy royal.” That’s what Lunarsion believed.
After all, not once during their time together had Dagan touched him improperly, flirted with him, or even given him a suggestive look. Well, they were prince and knight—plus, they had a twenty-eight-year age gap. It made sense.
Dagan had always said he liked men, but clearly Lunarsion wasn’t his type—or he only saw him as a child. It was likely they’d be husbands in name only. The more he analyzed it, the sadder and more painful it became.
“Maybe… maybe nothing’s gonna happen tonight… No! I’ll just go to Dagan-sama myself!”
He rolled around again, trying to shake off his anxiety.
If Dagan-sama liked men, then sex shouldn’t be impossible. He’d just have to work hard to win him over. For now, they could reminisce about the past, lower his guard, cuddle like old times, and fall asleep together. His fantasies started to blossom.
“A-and if things go well, maybe we’ll even… hold hands, or k-kiss…!”
Blushing over his own fantasies, Lunarsion squirmed. Though he had theoretical knowledge, he’d never been initiated into the ways of the bedroom. He was an innocent young man through and through.
“No, no… calm down. You’re too old to be acting like—”
“What the hell are you doing?”
“WAA—D-Dagan-sama?! Wha—huh?!”
Lunarsion panicked. The man he loved was leaning over him from behind, watching him. Of course he couldn’t stay calm. For some reason, Dagan was gazing at him with gentle eyes, and stroked his cheek.
Lunarsion froze. The cheek he touched was burning hot.
“You weren’t answering the door, so I let myself in.”
“O-oh. Sorry for the… um… wait…?”
“Hmm? Was that bad?”
Dagan tilted his brow downward apologetically and started to pull his hand away. Lunarsion hastily grabbed it.
“No! I was just surprised!”
He squeezed the hand tightly—and then he noticed. During the feast, he hadn’t had the chance to focus, but now he saw: Dagan’s hand was far more scarred, thick, and calloused than before he left on his journey.
Those hands were forged through five years of harsh battles. His chest tightened, and tears welled up.
“I’m really glad you made it back… That I can touch these noble hands of yours… I’m so happy.”
And yet, the butterflies and physical response were getting a little too intense. Before he could say “please give me a moment,” Dagan had already let go—and pulled him into an embrace.
“Um…?”
Lunarsion’s whole body flushed with heat, and his heart pounded like a drum. Dagan was the same—his heart was racing.
(Is he… aroused by me? Is he going to make love to me?)
Overwhelmed with shock and joy, his head started to spin. Then, Dagan delivered the final blow.
“Don’t call me ‘Dagan-sama.’ I told you, didn’t I? Call me like you used to. No honorifics. No formal speech. …You’re not my subordinate. You’re my husband.”
“Ah… Dagan… nn!”
As soon as Lunarsion whispered his name breathlessly, Dagan stole his tongue in a deep kiss. It was long, intense, and relentless.
Eventually, Lunarsion’s unblemished, graceful hands slipped around Dagan’s back. His hips moved instinctively, rubbing against Dagan’s abdomen through the thin silk.
Dagan broke the kiss and reached down.
“Ah… nn!”
With a light touch, Lunarsion’s penis stirred and slowly hardened, precum soaking through the silk. Dagan gave a low, deep chuckle, its masculine timbre charming.
“…You’re still young. Do you really love me that much?”
Lunarsion nodded, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“Yeah… So please, do whatever you want with me…”
“…! A-alright.”
Dagan blushed and turned his face away, flustered. Lunarsion found the childish gesture adorable—and found his tip leaking a bit more.
“…So, what about you? What do you want me to do? What do you want?”
Lunarsion’s heart overflowed at Dagan’s gentle question.
“Call me by my name too.”
“Just that?”
“…It’s enough.”
What he really wanted was for Dagan never to leave his side again. But he couldn’t say that. Heroes had duties even after defeating the Demon King. In times of crisis, they must be humanity’s hope and fight on the front lines. Only a true hero could do that—and Lunarsion understood that very well.
Still, Dagan didn’t seem satisfied.
“Fine. Until you feel like talking, I’ll pamper you as much as you want.”
His golden eyes gleamed intensely and he licked his lips. Was he upset that Lunarsion hadn’t asked for more? Lunarsion shrank awkwardly.
Then, he froze—something touched his leg.
“Eh?”
“Ah… Looks like I’m not too old to get it up. Just so you know—if you tell me to stop, I might not be able to.”
As he spoke, Dagan stepped back and started to undress. His muscular body came into view, and then even his underwear was discarded.
“!”
With a bounce and a thwack, Dagan’s cock came into view. It wasn’t even fully erect yet, but it was already on a whole other level compared to Lunarsion’s.
It was darker than any other part of his skin, thick and long in proportion to his body. Veins bulged, the surface was ridged in places, and the tip was more pointed than a human’s.
It was clearly made to thrust deep, gouge, rub from within, and not let go.
(Incredible… I-It’s so big…)
Lunarsion instinctively clenched his hastily-prepared hole. He’d heard that demons and half-demons had different bodies than humans—but this was beyond his imagination.
“Too late to chicken out now. Walking around in a see-through outfit… swaying your hips like that… tempting me with that innocent face…”
Dagan pinned him down. His touch was gentle, but his breathing was heavy and his pupils dilated. The pointed canines visible in his open mouth and the horns on his head looked especially threatening now.
Lunarsion had one brief, panicked thought:
(Did I… accidentally unleash a monster?)
But it was already far too late.
Author: Yohan O
A bit of this, a bit of that, a bit of everything except straight
