The Deepening Green of Summer
Before they knew it, summer had arrived, the leaves thick with verdant green. The two of them, weak to the heat, usually slumped side by side like wilted plants—but this year, Edwin was the exception. And for good reason. Ever since Leira’s half-forced “darling” at the merchant guild, Edwin’s mood had been soaring through the roof.
“Want to go to the river? I feel like swimming.”
Normally sluggish in the mornings, Edwin had spent the past few weeks waking up before Leira, barging into his room with an uncharacteristic spark in his eyes, suggesting places to go, things to do. Since they were childhood friends—and partners in every sense, day and night—Leira had no reason to resent his energy. But keeping up with Edwin’s sudden vitality was exhausting. How could someone born with a face that screamed “I couldn’t care less about the world” be this relentlessly energetic?
“You go.”
“Leira, we’re one flesh as husband and wife. Where the husband goes, the wife must follow.”
“Who the hell said we’re husband and wife?!”
“You did, with your own mouth.”
‘One slip, and now he won’t let it go…’
Ever since their trip to the merchant guild, Edwin had turned into some kind of wandering minstrel, crooning nonsense about “husband” and “wife” all day long like a broken record. It was maddening. One moment, he was terrifyingly cold, a stranger’s glare sharp enough to cut; the next, he was a blithering idiot, the biggest fool on earth.
“Just go back to your room. Why do you keep coming here every morning?”
“Does a husband need a reason to visit? Speaking of which, maybe we should merge rooms soon.”
“Have you lost your mind?”
The Duke’s estate had more empty rooms than they knew what to do with—dozens of them, since all but the eldest heir had scattered to the winds. Letting Edwin have one was a privilege Leira should’ve been groveling in gratitude for, not to mention the absurd living expenses the Earl’s family footed every summer under the pretense of “Edwin’s staying at the Duke’s.” But Leira ignored all that. What Edwin gave was out of affection; what Edwin demanded was shameless and excessive.
That was Leira’s firm belief.
Whether Leira thought so or not, Edwin—who had never much cared for his childhood friend’s opinions—now had his ears tinged faintly pink as he nipped at Leira’s cheek. The crisp scent of the forest, Edwin’s signature, mingled with the lavender Leira loved, fresh and intoxicating at his nose.
“Listen. If you come with me, I’ll grant you one wish.”
“My wish is for you to disappear this instant.”
“Not happening.”
Like a child craving attention, Edwin tugged at Leira’s hair, then—just as Leira was about to explode—dropped the one offer he couldn’t refuse.
“Don’t you want to go riding?”
That did it. Leira’s eyes flew open.
Notorious for being hopeless at sports, Leira had one exception: horseback riding. Or rather, he wasn’t particularly skilled—he just adored animals, their gentle temperaments, and any activity that involved them. Edwin, on the other hand, despised horses with a passion. No particular reason, no lack of talent—he was simply, irrationally averse to them. And that dislike had only intensified since he and Leira had become… intimate. Every time Leira mounted a horse—especially a stallion—Edwin would appear with a murderous glint in his eyes, snarling about “rubbing your ass against a beast.”
Ignoring him, Leira had gone riding a few times for exercise, only to be caught, spanked until his backside burned, or bent over in the stables and taken roughly from behind. He’d endured it all, tears in his eyes, too scared to fight back—until now, Edwin had just made an offer too tempting to refuse. Suspicious, but undeniably alluring.
“…You’re not planning something weird, are you?”
“As if.”
“You’re saying you’ll let me ride, no strings attached?”
“Of course. And if you don’t want to swim, you don’t have to.”
Could he trust this scheming bastard? Leira hesitated, then nodded. The heat was becoming unbearable, and he had been wanting to cool off in the water. Edwin, as if he’d seen this coming, grinned lazily and hauled the sprawled-out Leira to his feet.
It didn’t take long for Leira to realize just how shameless this devil was.
“You liar! You worm!”
“I never said we’d ride separately.”
Leira’s voice, sharp with betrayal, echoed through the woods. His beloved stallion—the very horse Edwin loathed—snorted and tossed its head.
‘I knew it! I’m the idiot for falling for it!’
Of course Edwin had lured him out so easily. The bastard had personally dressed Leira in riding clothes, packed a light picnic, then shooed the servants away before hoisting Leira onto the horse’s back—and climbing up behind him before Leira could protest. Then, with no time to react, Edwin pressed his groin snugly against Leira’s upturned backside.
“Let go! Stop! Don’t move! I said stop!”
The horse, oblivious to its master’s panic, trotted along at a steady pace. Leira thrashed, fists pounding uselessly at Edwin’s ribs, but the man only buried his face in Leira’s nape and laughed.
“Haaah…… You smell even better today……”
“Ugh—!”
Sudden, rough hands groped his chest. Years of Edwin’s relentless attention—biting, sucking, kneading—had left Leira’s breasts fuller, more sensitive than most men’s. Edwin’s palms, even through the shirt, could feel their weight, and his cock already wept sticky pre-cum, dampening the fabric between his thighs.
“Let go, Edwin! I—I’ll fall—ah!”
“Like I’d ever let you fall.”
Edwin’s voice was sickeningly sweet, his breath hot against Leira’s neck. Was he talking about not letting him fall from the horse—or not letting him escape his grasp? Leira’s face burned crimson, his body trembling with fury and fear.
“You promised no weird stuff!”
“You’re the one talking nonsense. This isn’t weird. It’s only natural for a married couple to… align.”
“You’re insane!”
“Mmm…… Yeah, I am……”
“Insane my ass—!”
No use. Nothing got through to him. Leira punched harder at the rock-hard abs, but Edwin only shuddered, a groan escaping his throat—ahhh……—as if the resistance turned him on. His hands still mauling Leira’s breasts, fingers twisting the swollen nipples until they ached.
“Ah! N-no, don’t—nngh!”
“Why……? Does it feel bad here? You don’t like it? But I do……”
“Of course you do! Ugh! Get your hands off! Off, I said—!”
“Haaah, your clit’s swollen. You’re turned on, aren’t you?”
Leira’s groin was suddenly invaded by a groping hand. What clit?! He was furious. Sure, compared to Edwin’s monstrous cock, his was modest—but that was true for every man in the kingdom! And for his build, his length was more than decent. Yet here he was, reduced to tears every time it was toyed with like this.
“Nnngh! Ah! S-stop! I hate—my ears—!”
“Your tits got bigger…… Did you notice? Haah……”
“Hngh! Ah! Your tongue—! Get it out! Out, I said—!”
“First time I fucked you, damn…… Your tits were like a kid’s…… Fuck……”
They were both lost in their own worlds. Edwin’s lips and tongue violated Leira’s ear, wet, filthy words spilling inside as he laughed.
“But your hole’s grown nicely since then. Any other guy would’ve missed it, it was so loose—but not me. You only clench for my cock, don’t you? Tight as hell…… Though you could stand to stretch a little more. Right……?”
The obscene man kneaded Leira’s breasts mercilessly, the dark, well-used nipples flattening under his brutal palms. Leira could only cling to the horse’s back, too terrified of falling to do more than whimper as his chest and ass were plundered.
“I—I hate this……”
His stallion, annoyed by the squirming on its back, shook itself violently. Leira yelped, but Edwin only tightened his grip, laughing like this was the most entertaining thing in the world. He yanked Leira’s pants down, exposing his ass and the puckered hole beneath—ripe for the taking. Edwin steadied himself with his thick thighs, pressing Leira’s back down as he probed the slick, dripping hole with his fingers.
“A hole this greedy can’t hold onto any scent, can it? Hmm? Living with a slut like you…… isn’t exactly easy.”
‘He called me a slut again! Again!’
One more “slut,” and Leira was going to bite his ear off—but instead, his own ears were being ravaged. Tears welled in the corners of his eyes, but Edwin didn’t care. He thrust three fingers in deep, scissoring them until clear fluid coated his skin, then brought them to his mouth, tasting before lining up his obscene cock with Leira’s dripping hole. Pre-cum dripped from the tip.
“You knew I’ve been hard for you all this time, leaking like a dog in heat—but you played dumb, didn’t you, Leira?”
“W-when did I—!”
“Didn’t notice me sniffing around you like a bitch? Really, Leira……?”
His voice was low, sinister. Edwin pressed Leira’s face into the horse’s mane, spreading his cheeks wide. “I’d never let you fall,” he’d said—but Leira didn’t believe a word. Not when the man was already pushing inside, stretching him open with a single, brutal thrust.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
