By Zephyria 
Carefully, he unbuttoned his trousers. Pulling up the neatly tucked shirt from his waistband revealed Alexis’s firm abdomen.
The belly, delicately sculpted with muscle, was as beautiful as a fine statue. Cecile slowly rubbed his hand across his bare skin. The light golden pubic hair, the same color as his hair, scratched against his palm.
Alexis arched his back, swallowing a guttural breath. He gritted his teeth, then forcefully straightened his face.
His blue eyes glared at Cecile, a rare sight.
“Stop. I didn’t ask for this.”
“Should I?”
“…….”
“You don’t dislike my touch, do you?”
Meanwhile, Cecile steadily moved his hands. The hands that had been wandering over his belly pulled down his underwear further, revealing the penis trapped inside, radiating heat.
It was truly enormous. From the dark red, engorged glans to the long shaft extending down to the groin, there wasn’t a single thin part.
Furthermore, it was handsome, just like its owner. The straight, unbent penis gave a little nod towards Cecile.
Cecile stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. His already wet lips seemed to need no further moistening. Hoping it wouldn’t tear, he took the tip of the penis into his mouth.
“…Ugh. Ce, cil. You!”
A low moan escaped from above. A strong hand grasped Cecile’s hair, but it couldn’t break his will.
Cecile gripped the base of the penis and gently wrapped his tongue around the glans in his mouth.
Salty, pungent fluids flowed incessantly, but his tongue swiftly licked them away as soon as they appeared. Every time his soft tongue touched the exquisitely sensitive tip, the penis throbbed, expressing its displeasure.
The violently erect veins tapped Cecile’s fingers. Cecile could feel how aroused Alexis was, and his own breath quickened, his lower abdomen tingling. He tightened his wiggling toes and sucked the thick glans like a candy. Alexis’s thighs trembled.
Alexis was miserable. Not only was this the first time someone had taken him in their mouth, he never imagined it would happen today.
While worried about hurting himself, the pleasure Cecile gave him was so intense that countless conflicts raged in his mind. Even the hair being held in his hand trembled, fueling his rising instincts.
Meanwhile, Cecile began slowly licking the stiff penis with his tongue. He used the broad surface of his tongue to stroke the length of the penis, then, rising to the tip, pressed his tongue tip forcefully into the urethral opening.
His tongue technique was exceptionally skillful. His actions revealed that this wasn’t his first time sucking a man. Alexis’s mind went blank. A shameful jealousy instantly overwhelmed his lust.
Just as Cecile was pushing the penis deep into his throat, a hand suddenly reached between his armpits, lifting his upper body.
He was stunned to find himself straddling Alexis’s legs. But before he could ask anything, his neck was grabbed and pulled.
“I tried to take it slow, but you’re playing with me.”
“Your Majesty, I…!”
“Open your mouth, Cecile.”
Before he could obey, Alexis’s lips forcefully met his.
Alexis didn’t hide his twisted jealousy. He bit his lip, and sucked Cecile’s tongue so hard it felt like it would be ripped out. If Cecile showed any sign of pulling back, he tightened his grip on his neck, immobilizing him.
Cecile welcomed the jealousy Alexis displayed. The sharp pain only heightened his excitement. He, too, grabbed Alexis’s cheeks and tilted his head. Their tongues intertwined messily between their tightly pressed lips, their hot breaths wetting each other’s philtrums.
Alexis reached down and unbuttoned Cecile’s trousers. Cecile was equally aroused. His penis, as red as his lips, was roughly pulled out by Alexis’s hand.
The direct touch to his sensitive area made Cecile shudder and tremble. Even with his eyes closed, his vision swam. The stimulation was too intense.
“Haah, Your Majesty.”
“Mmm, call me by my name, Cecile.”
Cecile tightly gripped the fabric of Alexis’s shoulder.
Alexis’s voice sounded like a sigh. Just calling his name seemed to bring him to the edge; his hips bucked, and shivers ran down his spine from his tailbone to his neck.
Cecile, still holding his shoulders, pressed his lower abdomen tightly against him. The penis caught between their bellies rubbed unintentionally, causing Alexis to let out a low moan.
Further pretense was a luxury. Having already bared everything, what was the point of pretending to be noble? Alexis grabbed both their penises and began to move them.
His right hand busily stroked his penis. At the same time, his lips moved busily over Cecile’s lips, jawline, and flushed nape. Like an animal marking its mate, he licked and gently bit the pale skin.
“Haah, Your Majesty, haah, yes, Alexis, mm, Your, Majesty.”
Cecile gasped for breath, searching for Alexis. His name and title were indistinctly mixed, his tongue lolling, his words slurred. His mind was a mess, he didn’t even know what he was saying.
As they reached their peak, Alexis grabbed the back of Cecile’s neck and kissed him deeply. His neck instantly turned red and stiff, with thick veins bulging.
Thick semen spurted from his urethra, which he had blocked with his hand. So much came out that it instantly soaked his entire palm.
After the climax, a deep sense of exhaustion inevitably followed. Alexis laughed at his own appearance, drenched in sweat and semen. He had done something that should have been done in secret under the bright sunlight. And he had enjoyed it immensely.
Meanwhile, Cecile was completely drained, slumped over his broad shoulders. Alexis slowly took off his jacket to wipe his dirty hands. He threw the jacket away and finished tidying up their disheveled clothes.
Cecile passively accepted Alexis’s service. He seemed to want to do nothing, his eyes closed. His head rested against Alexis’s shoulder, only exhaling.
His ragged breathing was still slightly rapid. Alexis smiled and stroked Cecile’s hair.
“What did we do?”
“I don’t know.”
“We didn’t do anything. It was just a little hand job.”
“…I’m tired.”
Cecile whined, unusually. Alexis’s lips curved into an even wider smile.
He completely buried himself in the sofa. He offered his arm and shoulder so Cecile could lean more comfortably.
The warm afternoon sun shone down, and cool air circulated through the open door. Since they had to get rid of the pungent smell anyway, taking a moment to relax wasn’t a bad choice.
Alexis gently kissed Cecile’s wet forehead. Then he, too, rested his head on the soft sofa.
He hoped this peace would last a long time. Alexis had no doubt that it would. The grand wedding ceremony had lasted the entire day.
Normally, they should have been enjoying their honeymoon, but Claude returned to the Imperial Palace immediately after their wedding night. The war hadn’t ended yet.
The elation of victory gradually subsided. There was still a long way to go to end the war. Countless opinions were exchanged on whether to completely swallow Kazazhan or negotiate a peace settlement.
Cecile spent most of the day in the Imperial Palace library. While Alexis was planning the future with his staff, Cecile was carrying out his own plans.
Only 7 days until his death.
To say he wasn’t afraid would be a lie. His heart pounded from time to time, and his hands trembled visibly. He had many sleepless nights. There was nothing he could do, so he just accepted it.
He had to leave behind as much as possible so that Alexis could run the country smoothly even after he was gone. Cecile renewed his resolve whenever his heart felt like breaking.
Deep inside the library was a secret room.
It contained various forbidden books and records requiring strict security. It could be considered a giant vault.
Cecile opened the locked door. The access key, which only royalty could possess, was the only way to enter the secret room.
The interior was so dark that it was difficult to distinguish objects. Cecile lit a lamp and moved cautiously. As he was heading deeper into the library to find the documents he wanted…
“…This must be… disposed of properly…”
He heard a whispering voice. Cecile stopped and turned his head towards the sound. A faint light was leaking from somewhere inside. Someone else must be here besides him.
Judging from the conversation, there was at least one more person. Cecile walked quietly, silencing his footsteps.
Then he found the person secretly hiding. Cecile held the lamp high. When he saw the person’s face, their long eyes gleamed sharply.
“What are you doing here, Mother?”