Chimera of Batius - Chapter 20

A warm sigh escaped between his parted lips. He took it again and again. As he turned his head to deepen the kiss, his chest heaved. In Ruzerolt’s breath was the freshness of the forest. Each time he bit and swallowed his lips, a feeling of fullness flooded Cheil’s lungs. Was this what it really felt like to breathe? His heart pounded at this unknown sensation.

He wanted more, so much more of him.

He wanted to devour him.

Cheil reached out and grabbed Ruzerolt’s cheek. He slipped his tongue in and licked every corner of his mouth, sucking on his tongue. Ruzerolt breathed heavily through his parted lips but didn’t pull away.

Saliva ran down the corner of Ruzerolt’s mouth. Cheil licked it away, not wanting to waste a drop. Ruzerolt caught a brief gasp of air but soon lost his breath again to Cheil.

“Push all your saliva down my throat.”

Cheil whispered secretly while sucking on the other’s mouth.

Ruzerolt swallowed with difficulty.

Cheil guided Ruzerolt’s hand inside his shirt. His hand wandered over the loose fabric, caressing his firm abdomen and waist, then sliding over the curved surface.

Meanwhile, Cheil’s hands roughly unbuttoned Ruzerolt’s tight shirt. As he buried his nose in the exposed collarbone and inhaled, it felt as if his entire body was refreshed by the clean scent.

“How long I’ve waited…”

How I’ve longed to have you in my hands.

“You won’t know…”

Cheil whispered as he rubbed his p3nis against Ruzerolt’s. Each time their noses brushed, an electrifying sensation stimulated his lower abdomen.

“Cheil. Me too. I also… you… Ugh!”

Before he could finish the sentence, their lips crashed together again. Their eager hands explored each other’s bodies. With every touch of skin exposed by their disheveled clothes, their bodies grew hotter.

“Ahh, uh.”

A breathless moan escaped their lips. Ruzerolt caressed Cheil’s cheek while Cheil placed his thigh between Ruzerolt’s legs. With gentle upward pressure, his p3nis slid upward.

“Ugh…”

Cheil grabbed Ruzerolt’s chest firmly, as if kneading dough. As he squeezed the firm flesh between his fingers, the skin slipped between them. The muscles in Ruzerolt’s chest trembled from the unfamiliar stimulation. His n1pples, once soft, became hard. Both men expressed the impatience they had been holding back.

“Ahh, ah, uuh…”

Cheil slipped his hand into Ruzerolt’s pants. The tip, already wet, had soaked the fabric. Cheil freed his member and grasped it.

For an immeasurable amount of time, they licked, swallowed, and pushed against each other like hungry carnivores. The vase on the table fell, and the sofa shifted to one side. Ruzerolt was pushed back by Cheil’s force. As Cheil pressed his thumb against the tip of Ruzerolt’s glans, his back hit the wall.

Thud!

The carpet, hanging by a thread, swayed from the vibration.

“Ugh, Sir Ruzerolt…”

The low voice and red lips hovered near Ruzerolt’s mouth. Ruzerolt, struggling to control his ragged breathing, caressed Cheil’s cheek. The cheek stuck and slid against his palm, then clung damply once more, as if melting in Ruzerolt’s hand. In the fireplace, logs thrown in without reserve burned fiercely.

“Cheil…”

I love you, I need you, I desire you.

Both expressed their desires silently through their bodies. Cheil slid his wet hand once over Ruzerolt’s member. Then he knelt, positioning his face between Ruzerolt’s legs.

“You must give me everything…”

He rubbed his sticky cheek against Ruzerolt’s erect member while undoing his belt.

“…All of you…”

He buried his face in the light pubic hair and inhaled deeply. He had the illusion that the forest scent was even more intense here. He wanted to overturn that body, to stir that hole. Until it broke, until it screamed and begged him to stop, scratching the floor.

He wanted to destroy that body.

Cheil could barely contain the impulse to give in to the need rising from within. He gripped Ruzerolt’s buttocks tightly and bit his own lower lip.

He brushed his nose against Ruzerolt’s damp member. As he shook his head, pushing the musky scent deep into his lungs, he felt his twisted desire become slightly sated. The movement of his head and the breath he exhaled through his nose stimulated the delicate skin. Ruzerolt arched his back and grabbed Cheil’s shoulders.

“Cheil… Ah!”

He licked the member once with his tongue and then engulfed it with his red lips. He sucked the tip hard, making a muffled sound, then opened his mouth wider to take it to the root. A damp, acrid smell brushed the back of his throat.

The slippery sensation slid further inward, to the base, pushing gently.

Cheil buried his head in the light pubic hair. He gripped Ruzerolt’s tense buttocks tightly and pulled him closer. Rocking his head, he drew his lips to the tip and then sucked it back down to the root.

“Ah, uh, Che-Cheil… Wait…!”

Sounds of suction and wet friction filled the space between mouth and member. Ruzerolt’s member, filling Cheil’s mouth, swelled even more. Ruzerolt’s characteristic forest scent saturated the room.

This was a pristine forest, with no one else, where only the sounds of pushing and swallowing echoed.

As he sucked Ruzerolt’s member, Cheil’s own p3nis swelled. The fluttering fabric of his clothes tented with the rising volume. Ruzerolt’s body leaned forward. He urgently grabbed Cheil’s shirt. The fabric wrinkled as it was pushed up.

“It’s… wait… Ah…”

Ruzerolt’s body suddenly tensed. As his body trembled, Cheil’s cheek bulged. Cheil buried his face deeper into Ruzerolt’s pubic hair. White liquid trickled from the corner of his red lips. The acrid alpha scent soaked into his very core.

Cheil released the member from his mouth. The alpha’s body, still convulsing with sensation, continued to tremble.

“Cheil, on your lips…”

Ruzerolt wiped the corner of Cheil’s lips with a dazed expression. Cheil stuck out his red tongue and licked and sucked the very fingers that caressed his mouth. His green eyes drifted down to Cheil’s erect member. A moist sigh escaped him as their gazes met again. Cheil stood up and intertwined his fingers with Ruzerolt’s.

Cheil’s hands, which had danced all his life, were long and soft, without any calluses. In contrast, Ruzerolt’s, shaped by a life in the harsh north, were thick, rough, and full of calluses. Every time those hands, which had withstood the cold wind, touched his skin, Cheil felt a surge of emotion. Cheil brought the calloused hand down to his p3nis.

“Touch me.”

A moist voice resonated from below.

“Touch me with your hand, Sir Ruzerolt.”

Cheil pulled down his pants and freed his member. The image of the pale fingers intertwined with the dark shaft was like snow covering a tree trunk. Ruzerolt grabbed Cheil’s member with both hands and stroked it toward the base, stretching the thin skin. When sliding upward, the milky liquid that had accumulated at the tip ran down the shaft and onto their fingers. Cheil moved his hips, using Ruzerolt’s hand as a sheath. With each quick movement, he felt the rough calluses gripping him tightly. Their intertwined fingers became slick with the fluid Cheil spilled.

A wet, rhythmic sound accompanied each movement.

Each time Cheil thrust his hips harder, the tip of his member brushed against Ruzerolt’s abdomen. Cheil grabbed his member along with Ruzerolt’s hand and pressed it against the firm stomach. He aimed for the navel, the only hollow in the muscular abdomen, and slammed against it as if driving into him. Slippery with moisture, he sometimes hit the lower abdomen, sometimes the side, and other times Ruzerolt’s own erect member, but he kept aiming for that same spot.

He wanted to enter his body. To bury himself inside and make him moan, moan and moan, and hear his low, pitiful voice.

Damn it…

Cheil reached down and grabbed both their members. While pushing and rubbing them together, Ruzerolt grabbed Cheil’s waist.

“Cheil, ah, Cheil…”

“Ahh, Sir Ruzerolt…”

They tilted their heads and sought each other’s mouths. Their lips met, biting cheeks and licking corners before finally stealing each other’s breath.

The wet sounds grew more intense. Without stopping the movement of his hips, Cheil imagined it: Ruzerolt, crushed and trampled, crying beneath him. Just the thought sent a shiver through his entire body. Cheil shuddered and bit Ruzerolt’s tongue hard. Ruzerolt also trembled, grabbing Cheil’s buttocks as if to tear him apart.

“Ahh…”

A thick, white liquid burst from both their members. Ropes of the whitish substance shot out several times, staining their bodies. Cheil released the members he had been holding and rubbed his own against Ruzerolt’s abdomen. He gathered the dripping semen and pushed it toward the other man’s navel. A persistent, primal sensation mixed with the moist smell of s3x.

Sweat glistened on both their foreheads. Ruzerolt reached out and pushed aside the black hair stuck to Cheil’s cheek. He then caressed his straight, soft nose.

“Cheil…”

He looked into Cheil’s deep, golden eyes, as if he were overwhelmed.

“You… You are not a fleeting affair. I promise it won’t be like that.”

Ruzerolt confessed his sincere desire for them to be together for a long time, his expression restrained yet earnest. Cheil nodded and grabbed his cheek with a sticky hand.

Another burning kiss followed. Ruzerolt hugged Cheil tightly, expressing the greatest affection he could muster.

Cheil was Ruzerolt’s first love, a clumsy first love that burned with all his heart.

And for Cheil, Ruzerolt was…

—I love you, Sir Ruzerolt…

He was nothing more than beautiful prey he wanted to devour.

***

Early in the morning, Ruzerolt opened his eyes to find Cheil sleeping beside him. He stroked the hair of the man curled up on his chest and kissed him on the forehead. A small moan was the only response. It was a scene that filled his heart with emotion from the break of day.

His first love, his lover.

The fact that this beautiful man was his lover excited him and filled him with pride, so much so that he forgot all his previous worries.

Ruzerolt got up carefully so as not to wake Cheil. When he went downstairs, he saw River busy cleaning and preparing food.

“River.”

“Ah, Sir Ruzerolt! I’ll serve you tea right away.”

“Don’t worry about the tea. There’s something I want you to do first.”

“Yes, of course! What is it?”

“Bring a blue rose from the greenhouse.”

The blue rose, especially cherished by the Grand Duchess, was a beautiful flower that could only be found in the Heinsley castle greenhouse.

“Place it in a visible spot so Cheil can see it.”

Whenever he missed the Duchess, Ruzerolt would visit the greenhouse full of blue roses. For him, they represented memories of a warm and comforting love. He wanted to share that comfort with Cheil.

River stood still, blinking in surprise. Ruzerolt called to him curiously.

The snow that had covered Ruzerolt’s heart, as if in the depths of winter, was finally melting.

“River?”

“Yes! Understood, Sir Ruzerolt! I’ll prepare it before lunch.”

He thought the blue roses would suit Cheil perfectly, especially since he looked so good in dark colors. His face flushed as he imagined the two of them together, next to the roses.

***

A while later, in the bedroom.

Knock, knock.

“Cheil.”

A voice came from outside the window.

“Cheiiiil!”

Cheil, who had poked his head out from the sheets, rested his chin on his arm.

“Stop pretending and open this.”

Eden hung from the window frame, insisting they open it. Cheil got out of bed, still wrapped in the sheets.

“Ruzerolt might come. If you have something to say, say it from there.”

“We’re more likely to be discovered like this!”

However, Cheil didn’t flinch. He leaned against the inner window frame and blew on the glass.

“What is it?”

“Mcbencer asked about the progress of the work!”

“Mcbencer?”

Cheil, after a few moments of recollection, nodded and exclaimed, “Ah!” It was the son of the Duke of Lorencelot, the one who had commissioned the entire affair.

“Everything’s going well. Can’t you see?”

The guesthouse space that Ruzerolt had given him, the time and effort he had invested in it… If that wasn’t proof of the good progress of his work, what else could it be? Cheil drew a heart on the fogged-up windowpane with his fingertip.

“Soon we’ll get the results we want.”

Everything he wants.

“So tell him not to rush me. Tell him that if he doesn’t want to see everything go to hell, he’d better stop sending people like this.”

“Wha-what did you say…?”

Tock tock, tock tock.

He could hear footsteps coming up the stairs, getting closer. Regular, confident steps without hesitation. Ruzerolt’s. Cheil knocked on the window with the back of his hand.

“Ruzerolt will be here soon. Get down, quickly.”

Then he opened the window and pushed Eden’s forehead with his fingertips.

“Okay, I’m going, I’m going!”

Click.

The sound of the door opening was heard. Cheil covered the window with his body, still wrapped in the sheets.

“Cheil. Are you awake?”

The cold expression that had been in Cheil’s eyes a moment before had vanished like snow. Only the innocent dancer remained.

“Sir Ruzerolt. Where did you go? I thought you had abandoned me.”

Cheil put on a sad and whiny expression, and a soft smile appeared in Ruzerolt’s eyes.

“I thought you were sleeping soundly and didn’t want to wake you.”

An intense forest scent emanated from Ruzerolt. A fresh, coniferous aroma stimulated Cheil’s sense of smell.

Ruzerolt hugged Cheil, sheets and all, and gently patted the small of his back. He didn’t squeeze his buttocks or rub his member; he simply caressed him as if he were a small child. The strange, lulling sensation confused Cheil. It didn’t feel bad, but he didn’t know how to describe the unfamiliar feeling.

Thump.

It was then.

A dull thud was heard from outside the window, as if something heavy had fallen.

“What was that noise?”

Ruzerolt became alert.

Tsk… Eden, that second-rate fool, has finally caused a problem. He always boasted about being the best tightrope walker.

“I said not to let anyone in. Who the hell…?”

Ruzerolt tried to open the window, moving Cheil aside.

“It must have been a cat.”

Cheil blocked the window again.

“I was watching a cat sitting on the windowsill earlier.”

Cheil touched the window frame with his fingers, as if embarrassed. On the glass, where his fingers had been, a vague heart shape remained. Ruzerolt’s gaze naturally fell on the drawing. His eyes then filled with affection. Cheil blushed and covered the heart on the window with his body.

“Was that heart for the cat?”

Ruzerolt asked, observing Cheil’s reaction.

“The cat didn’t even look at me. This was…”

Cheil glanced at Ruzerolt out of the corner of his eye.

“I mean, this… I was thinking about you, Sir Ruzerolt, and did it without realizing…”

Ruzerolt looked at the blushing Cheil with an expression of pure adoration.

“I’d be happier if you expressed it directly to me instead of to the window.”

Cheil blinked and adopted an ecstatic expression.

“May I really do it?”

“Cheil, you are my lover now.”

Ruzerolt caressed Cheil’s cheek. An unusual gleam appeared in Cheil’s eyes.

“Lover…”

“Yes. From now on, you can tell me and express anything to me. I will allow everything. You are the only one for me.”

Cheil enveloped Ruzerolt in tempting verbal seduction. However, Ruzerolt expressed his feelings directly, facing his emotions with raw honesty. The aura in his green eyes was like sunlight filtering through forest leaves—a bright, pure light that Cheil had never before experienced.

“Ruzerolt… my lover…”

Cheil repeated the word once more, looking intently at Ruzerolt as if tasting a newly learned term.

“Cheil?”

Cheil shook his head as if nothing else mattered and wrapped his arms around Ruzerolt’s waist. Ruzerolt accepted this, letting Cheil rest his forehead against his own.

“It feels like a dream that you are my lover, Sir Ruzerolt.”

Cheil’s fingers traced the fabric at Ruzerolt’s waist. He could feel the subtle tremor that ran through Ruzerolt each time his fingers made contact.

Cheil found Ruzerolt’s reaction utterly adorable. This large, powerful man… It was likely a feeling of indulgence toward a precious new toy. He didn’t care to analyze the emotion itself. All that mattered was that the man he had worked so hard to capture was finally his.

Cheil rubbed his forehead gently against Ruzerolt’s.

“I love you, Sir Ruzerolt.”

Ruzerolt trembled at the whispered confession.

“I love you, Sir Ruzerolt…”

After hearing the confession a second time, Ruzerolt finally wrapped his arms around Cheil’s waist and kissed him. With their lips still joined, Cheil moved his head, playfully rubbing his nose against Ruzerolt’s, eliciting a soft smile. Seizing the moment, Cheil slid his tongue into Ruzerolt’s mouth.

“Hmmm…”

An alpha. A soldier. And a man at the peak of power. To break such a man down, one had to follow the proper steps. The kiss was merely the beginning. He had to accustom him to having his mouth invaded until saliva spilled freely. Later, he would cling to his hips, provoking him until he accepted probing fingers inside, moaning in silent surrender. Until finally, Ruzerolt himself would beg, legs spread, to be taken.

To tame this man, the pleasure of submission had to be branded onto his very body. Just imagining the moment when Ruzerolt, completely under his control, would climax with Cheil inside him caused heat to pool in his groin.

Cheil entwined his tongue with Ruzerolt’s and gradually pushed deeper. Ruzerolt’s back pressed against the window, smearing the heart Cheil had drawn on the glass. Unfazed, Cheil gripped Ruzerolt’s hips, intensifying the kiss.

Ah.

The blanket covering Cheil’s body slipped away, revealing his naked form. His erection rubbed against the fine, expensive fabric of Ruzerolt’s garments.

“Ruzerolt…”

With one hand, Cheil caressed Ruzerolt’s hips while with the other he began unbuttoning the front of his pants. The kiss intensified. Cheil’s tongue exploring every corner of Ruzerolt’s mouth. When he sucked on his tongue and pulled away for a moment, Ruzerolt exhaled with difficulty. By then, saliva was already tracing a path down his chin.

“Cheil…”

He called his name with a wet, desiring gaze. Ruzerolt, who had practiced abstinence for so long, now seemed like a young man who had just discovered desire.

He wanted to throw him down immediately and push into him until he was worn out.

If he could fill this noble man’s insides until he cried and trembled, if he could fill him with semen until it overflowed…

…he would look even more beautiful.

A violent desire surged within him.

But he couldn’t do it. Ruzerolt Heinsley was too pure and resilient. He could only truly crush him underfoot if he took the time to break him down properly.

“Touch me.”

Cheil struggled to erase those destructive fantasies from his mind. He took Ruzerolt’s member out of his clothes, pressed it against his own, and began rubbing them together. He established a rhythm: pressing down hard on the downstroke and loosening gently on the upstroke. The faster the sound of skin against skin became, the more Ruzerolt’s breathing accelerated.

“Haa, uhg… Cheil…”

Ruzerolt’s usually impeccable expression was now contorted. He bit his lower lip and arched his back, his silver hair brushing against Cheil’s cheeks and shoulders.

He wanted to penetrate him right now.

The impulse he had barely controlled surged again.

Boom!

Cheil pushed Ruzerolt forcefully. Their lips collided violently, as if he wanted to devour him, and he moved his member faster. Ruzerolt’s moans grew deeper.

“Ah… uh…!”

Veins bulged on the back of Cheil’s hand and forearm.

“Uh, ah…!”

Ruzerolt exhaled a ragged sigh through his parted lips, and his semen shot into the air. The first, long spurt reached as high as his shoulder. Then, the second and third waves of whitish fluid stained his chest. Cheil only released Ruzerolt’s lips after they had both finished. Finally, he bit Ruzerolt’s lower lip, pulling it gently before letting it return to its place.

“Haa…”

Cheil narrowed his eyes and raised a hand. He extended his long fingers and caressed Ruzerolt’s chest, where the white semen stained the dark fabric.

“It’s beautiful.”

He then rubbed his own bare chest with the semen-stained hand. A strange, sharp smell mixed together—Ruzerolt’s semen and his own. A scent of forest and lavender.

“You are the most beautiful man in the world, Sir Ruzerolt.”

Cheil confessed once more, looking directly into his green eyes. Ruzerolt caught his breath and kissed Cheil’s forehead.

“I’m glad I was able to save you with my own hands. I am sincerely happy to have you as my lover.”

Ruzerolt’s response was utterly sincere, without a trace of falsehood.

Poor Ruzerolt.

For the first time, he felt a pang of pity for the man.

Would you still tell me you’re happy if you knew you were my target?