Jus Primae Noctis Volume 2, Chapter 4
“Is this Portland's stronghold?” Standing beside the Marquess, Walker gazed at the ancient castle that was a shade of ashen gray, narrowing his eyes slightly as he faced the direction of the sun.
In front of them was an imposing fortress, but from way it looked, it could be seen that it had not been tended to for many a year. Mottled by the changes wrought by the passage of time, the towering structure emitted an air of decay as it stood under the sunshine, as if it were an elderly person who was long past the prime of his life.
“I still like Stonehaven better.” After receiving an answer in the affirmative from Wiltshire, Walker delivered his own verdict.
Wiltshire began to smile: “Should I express gratitude that you hold Stonehaven in such high esteem?”
Not waiting for Walker to reply, he walked briskly to the gates of the castle, and forcefully rapped on the door with the doorknocker.
The heavy rapping noise reverberated around the quiet space, adding to one's impression that the ancient castle had a sense of desolation about it, as if the sun had set on its glory days and it was now in its twilight.
“Damn it, I really cannot imagine the look on the Princess's face when she saw this run-down castle!” Wiltshire looked back on his memories of Princess Caroline, the only impression he had of her was that she had seemed to be a pale and delicate little beauty.
Walker found Wiltshire's attitude of judging people by their wealth to be extremely distasteful.
“Perhaps when she thought of it as her beloved's castle, she felt that it was both romantic and quiet, and that it's a great place?”
“I really did not expect to find that you would harbour the same sentiments as those naive virgins in London!” Wiltshire began to laugh, although there was some mockery in his tone of voice, a bit of affection was revealed in his eyes.
Walker could not help but to blush as Wiltshire looked at him, he bowed his head, thinking to avoid his gaze but then, he heard the Marquess calmly change the subject as if nothing had happened: “Why doesn’t someone come to open the door even after so long?”
He raised his hand, seemingly intending to use the doorknocker again, but with a creaking sound, the heavy door was opened.
An elderly man wearing the black uniform of a butler was standing at the door, and he was looking at the two men with his face full of bewilderment.
“May I ask if Baron Portland lives here?” Wiltshire hurriedly piled on the smile he utilised in social situations, when it was combined with his handsome and noble face, he seemed able to quickly dispel any misgivings the other party might have.
“The Lord Baron? He has not come back here for a long time, please go to his residence in Paris if you are looking for him.” The old butler replied with a respectful attitude --- after all, he had served this family for many years, and he could easily distinguish that there was an air about Wiltshire that was unique to the aristocracy.
“Then this place…”
“Ever since the previous Baron and his wife passed away, none of the family has lived here. Baron Portland only likes the bustle of Paris, and the only people that remain in this place are a couple of other servants and me.” The butler lamented.
“That is really regrettable… The late Baron's friend entrusted me with some important items and asked me to bring them to him all the way from England. It's really quite problematic that Mr. Portland is not here!” The expression on Wiltshire's face really did look to be extremely regretful --- his head was slightly tilted, and a trace of grief had floated to the surface of those resplendent green eyes.
The butler seemed to find it difficult to remain indifferent to the distress of such a beautiful and grand person, and took the initiative to ask the two of them: “Do the two sirs need me to inform you of the Baron's address in Paris?”
“Yes, I have specially come here from a very distant place, it would be very troublesome if I do not get the opportunity to meet with His Lordship the Baron…” Wiltshire's heart was secretly delighted, but he had to keep working hard at restraining himself, so that none of his glee showed up in his expression.
“I have it, but the Baron might not necessarily be living at this address anymore.”
“Ah, that is already very good, no matter what, I am very thankful to you!”
After watching the old butler's retreating back as he turned around and went to fetch the information, Wiltshire shot Walker a self-congratulatory look; evidently he was quite satisfied with the excuse he had come up with in an emergency using his quick wits.
However, Walker's response was only a lazy curl of his lip.
Just as Wiltshire had raised an eyebrow, and revealed an expression that showed that he was about to seriously debate the issue, the old butler walked over. In an instant, Wiltshire's expression changed back to one suitable for a deferent and refined visitor, causing Walker to almost laugh aloud at his adroitness at putting on a pretence.
“This is the Baron's address in Paris; he would most likely be at home during the day.” The old butler explained as he handed over the piece of paper that had an address written upon it.
Wiltshire only glanced at the piece of paper before securing it safely in a pouch. “I really do not know how I can thank you enough, if I should see Baron Portland, I will certainly tell him what a faithful butler he has.”
“Thank you, my Lord.” A happy smile also hung upon the old butler's face.
After they politely took their leave of the old housekeeper, Wiltshire and Walker walked together to the carriage that was waiting by the side.
“If only we had known this earlier, we would not have needed to leave Paris and travel such a long way here.” After taking a seat, Walker could not help but to feel regret over their wasted journey, and he complained softly.
“Actually, I feel that this turn of events is good too!” Wiltshire's lips still held a touch of a mysterious smile, and he said something that Walker could not really make sense of.
“Why?” Walker could not help but to be curious, and asked the question that was in his heart.
“Because, this way, we can spend even more time together!” Wiltshire was still as calm and easy-going as ever, and said such utterly corny words breezily, “If our search to find the Princess is completed without a hitch, once we return to England, you would definitely badger me, wanting to separate from me. So I would rather wander all over France just like this!”
Again, Walker couldn't keep his face from reddening slightly. He stared at Wiltshire for a long time before he could squeeze out a retort. He stammered: “You… you are such… don't you feel ashamed for not living up to the trust that the Prince Regent had placed in you?”
But Wiltshire’s response was to start giving “haha” laughs. After a long time, he stopped laughing and leaned sideways, planting a kiss upon Walker's cheek.
“You are so adorable.” He said.
“Go to hell!” Walker could not keep himself from grinding his teeth and cursing.
By the time they were back at the hotel, it was already time for lunch. After they had had a simple meal, Wiltshire promptly dragged Walker up the stairs.
“I think we might as well spend some more time in the south, we can enjoy the fresh air and have a restful vacation!” Leaning back against the railing of the balcony that looked out over the landscape of boundless grace, Wiltshire turned his head and gave a glance at the beautiful dark blue lake behind him; his tone of voice was relaxed when he spoke.
The breeze was caressing his beautiful golden hair, and both the scenery and the person in front of Walker were as exquisite and as dazzling to the eyes as the most famous paintings in Europe --- looking on, Walker had become almost spellbound by the sight, and he paid absolutely no attention to what Wiltshire was saying.
“I say, let’s not go looking for that Princess Caroline! We should simply buy a pretty little castle in the south of France, the two of us can live there for the rest of our lives and forget about everything else!” Seeing that Walker had made no reply, Wiltshire had left the balcony and came to squeeze beside him, taking his hand into his own as he spoke.
“You are speaking nonsense again.” Walker felt somewhat helpless --- clearly, Wiltshire possessed outstanding beauty and intelligence, but when he was in front of Walker, he would always say some things that were inconsistent with his aristocratic status.
“If you skulk around France without accounting for the Princess's whereabouts, do you think the Prince Regent will let you off?”
“"Alas, I also know that this is only a fanciful dream... but I always feel that if we should return to England, I would not be able to be with you as much as I would like…” Wiltshire's tone of voice sounded gloomy, it seemed as though he was really feeling infinite melancholia.
As for Walker, he suddenly felt his heart seize up tightly and his throat grew hot. In a flash, the sublime feeling of being cherished caused him to be incapable of speech.
Yes, although they were spending all their time together and living with each other so intimately at the moment, but once they returned to Britain, Wiltshire would return to being a lord with wielded heavy authority in his hands and as for Walker himself, he would still be a poor farm worker… the divide between the two of them was so wide, and for them to defy the social conventions of the world and remain together would be so difficult.
Seeing that Walker's expression had become despondent, Wiltshire was also unable to say much more. Holding his lover tightly in his arms, at that moment he could only express his own feelings through a tender kiss.
“Walker, even if we do return to Britain, would you be willing to continue living with me?” Even as they were engaged in a deep and passionate kiss, Wiltshire did not forget to ascertain the Scotsman's wishes.
“I… I don’t know.” Walker was really at a loss --- he had originally thought that to the Marquess, he was nothing but a new gadget to toy with; he had originally had a firm conviction that this absurd relationship would only be maintained until he got a job, he had originally wished with all his heart to marry a virtuous wife, have a few cute children, and be an ordinary but happy farmer…
But with the appearance of Wiltshire in his life, his existence had suddenly been painted with layers of gorgeous colours, and he now had absolutely no idea how this relationship would develop nor where it would take the both of them….
Wiltshire seemed to know the contradictions and struggles in Walker's heart, and thus no longer tried to compel an answer out of him. Instead, he turned his efforts to exploiting the Scotsman's moment of emotional vulnerability...
“Walker, come here…” Wiltshire's voice could nearly be called unctuously sweet, the sound of it in Walker's ears abruptly scattered his tens of thousands of thoughts, causing his senses to sharpen up in a flash.
His steps were halting, but his gaze could not help but to be drawn to the conspicuously large bed in the room --- there was both hesitation and perplexity in Walker's heart, he did not actually want to have a tumble between the sheets with the Marquess while it was still broad daylight, but it seemed too cruel to flatly reject him after they had just had such a tender and heart-felt exchange...
Looking at Walker's hesitant expression, Wiltshire knew that it would be impossible to expect him to take the initiative to climb onto the bed and spread his legs. He gave a light sigh in his heart at the shyness of his lover and gracefully strode forward, hugging the Scotsman firmly and then leading him in the direction of the bed.
Although love-making with the Marquess was absolutely not a novel game by any means, but Walker's heart was still in complete chaos --- he was already deeply attached to the way Wiltshire's body was both gentle and warm, but yet he was still feeling timid because of his pain and the feeling that he was betraying his own morality --- to sum it up, although his heart was unhappy that he was making love with a man, but the pleasure and warm affection he derived from it caused him to become increasingly dissolute as he continued to immerse himself in it.
Of course, Wiltshire was unable to guess the complex feelings that were flitting across Walker's heart, the urgency of his desire left him with no time to consider other things. He could only reach out with his hands and push the Scotsman onto the bed, forcefully covered his body with his own, and kissed those hot and luscious lips.
“Wil…” Walker still wanted to say something, but the Marquess was nibbling on his tongue and he could not continue.
The Scotsman did not wish to drift with the waves and go with the flow just like that, he pushed hard at Wiltshire's shoulders, but the only result was that he was pressed to the bed even more firmly.
“Ah…” His intentions had been to issue a sound of refusal or delay, but what spilled out from the depths of his throat were only moans.
His jacket was stripped off and flung to the floor... the Marquess held Walker down with a passionate demeanour that was as hot as fire, both of his hands pulled at his shirt tails, and began to caress his body all over --- his back, waist… and also his chest.
Although he could not understand just what it was about a man's upper body that could cause the Marquess to become so engrossed, Walker still became aroused by the teasing movements of that pair of hands that seemed to be imbued with magical powers. His flaxen head twisted from left to right and then back again on the snow-white pillows; even he himself could not make out whether he wanted to resist or whether he was prepared to accept Wiltshire's advances.
“Darling, you’re… so sweet…” Wiltshire was gasping for breath, and a rather crass comment escaped from him
“Let go…” Walker still wanted to push him off, however under these circumstances, where all the buttons of his clothes were undone and he was skin to skin with Wiltshire, even his arms had grown soft and powerless. “Let go of me…”
He really disliked this feeling of losing control very much, he was very afraid --- afraid that he would forever lose himself in a man's arms, afraid that he would forget about the life he had once yearned for day and night, afraid that he would forget the fact that he was a man, and above all, he was afraid that he would himself be forgotten after he had sacrificed everything.
All of the nobility had but fickle hearts, their passion could not be counted on --- the words that his father had used when admonishing his sister, who had aspired to the life of a noblewoman, floated into Walker's mind, however...
Wiltshire’s hand had already reached into his trousers.
“Don’t be like this…” The mood in the room was clearly so sweet, but Walker almost wanted to cry --- because he understood thoroughly that even though at this moment, he was refusing and looked as if he was showing unwillingness of every kind, the Marquess would ultimately enter and possess his body like the way he had done so many times before, deeply entrenching himself into Walker’s heart, and making him start to become reluctant to have to give up this tenderness that had an intrinsically depraved nature, making him afraid that he would one day lose this pair of arms that were steadfastly embracing him.
“Don’t be like what? My dear…” Wiltshire used tender words to soothe and coax him, using the same manner on the Scotsman whose exterior looked so valiant and strong that he would with the most delicate virgin.
His hand was still holding onto Walker’s sex organ --- it had happened without Walker’s notice, but both of their clothes were now all strewn on the floor. At the moment, the two of them were as naked as newborn infants, but the erections at their lower bodies gave away the indecency of the present situation.
Walker slowly stretched out his hands and put them on top of Wiltshire's --- looking into that pair of sparkling and lucid eyes that were the same green hue as mint candies, when he saw the tenderness that were overflowing from them, he couldn't keep his body from losing its tension...
“Nothing much, come on.” He said softly, relaxing his body and spreading his legs and bringing the Marquess to nestle snugly in the space between.
Wiltshire was overcome by a spell of ecstasy; although he did not know the thoughts that had flashed through Walker's heart like lightning, this was still the first time that his lover had acknowledge their physical relationship with his words. Being as clever as he was, it was impossible that he would not understand what it symbolised.
“Walker, thank you.”
At that moment, any words he said would be extraneous.
Only actions were the most honest expression.
Of course, Wiltshire would not be stingy with his actions.
He began to smile; following that, countless kisses began to fall like raindrops upon Walker's cheeks, neck, chest… the Marquess slowly moved his body downwards.
Walker panted with excitement, he only felt Wiltshire's moist and hot tongue dragging across his lower abdomen, and gave a forceful lick to his erect sex organ. After that, with the combined actions of his mouth and hands, Wiltshire bent all his efforts into pleasuring him.
“Brett!” The Scotsman could not help but to give a startled cry, the violent zest of arousal raced fiercely up his back, and his whole person began to twitch on the mattress.
However, Wiltshire did not stop, he still sucked upon Walker's sex organ persistently, doting upon him with clumsy affection as he tossed around on the bed.
The pleasure was too thrilling, causing Walker to release himself in moments. The viscous white liquid gushed out in great torrents, completely between those lips of Wiltshire's, which usually carried an elegant smile.
The Marquess merely raised his head and gave the Scotsman a smile, and then he promptly forcefully swallowed the bitter fluid in his mouth.
Before Walker had the chance to recover his senses at the Marquess's abnormal behaviour, he already had been forcefully turned over, and pressed under the Marquess's body while he was on all fours, the position he found to be most shameful and which made him shy.
His butt cheeks were parted, just moments after he had felt the cool air there, that secret place had already began to heat and moisten up…
You…” It wasn't the first time that oral sex had been performed on him, but when Wiltshire licked him in that place, it was the first time that Walker's heart melted and his strength softened, “Ah…”
The muscles of that sensitive entrance were constantly stimulated by the soft and blazingly hot tongue, and the "ze ze" sound of saliva rang out. Walker was completely unable to tense up his body at all, and the ring around his anus also completely relaxed...
“Excellent, you have already become completely soaked…” The Marquess's throaty voice drifted over. Walker felt as though he were about to faint, he was unable to distinguish whether this was actually happiness or torture.
The Scotsman had already forgotten how to speak, he could only give sounds that were reminiscent of an animal in heat each time Wiltshire pushed against his body with his tongue --- his head was completely buried in the pillow, but his hips were still maintaining their raised position, that place which was usually well concealed was being admired by the Marquess and he was still using his fingers to caress it as well as using his tongue to lap at it…
“Ah…” Walker's voice suddenly hitched up to a higher pitch, that was because the Marquess had forcefully squeezed two fingers into his body.
“So awesome! It doesn’t feel too tight in the slightest…” Wiltshire said, putting a third finger inside.
“Uh…” Walker could not keep a startled shout from escaping, the feeling of his prostate being stimulated caused his front end to immediately begin to stand up again.
“Darling…” Wiltshire's mind had also probably stopped thinking; depending on his instincts to dictate his actions, he pulled his fingers out; holding Walker's hips in place with both of his hands, he forcefully inserted his manhood inside, unable to wait any longer.
This time, the usual tearing pain was absent... Walker could clearly feel that this was different from the norm, it was solely the feeling of being deeply penetrated that caused his whole body to give a jolt.
Wiltshire also seemed to be even more excited than he usually was when he was inside Walker, he forcefully penetrated to the deepest part of the Scotsman's body, and then stopped moving, as if he wanted to fuse the two of them into a single entity. And so, he remained like that, holding himself stationary while lodged firmly inside Walker.
After a long time, he finally began to move his waist, he would forcefully thrust back inside just when he was almost about to slip out of Walker, doing this repeatedly…
Ordinarily, if he had been treated this way, he would surely be reduced to such an agonised state that he would already be giving blood-curdling shrieks --- but at that moment, Walker instead felt only that waves of pleasure, so strong that they made his spine feel soft, were emanating from where the two of them were connected. As the Marquess gradually increased the speed of his thrusts, that particular kind of pleasure also got strong and stronger, to the point where he almost unable to keep the moans in his throat from breaking free…
I’m finished, there must be something that’s wrong with me --- he secretly thought.
Having a man ride on his body, that he could still actually derive pleasure from such a thing...
Walker was almost driven to despair, because he was already on the verge of abandoning rational thought, and allowing himself to go with the flow and pursue the joy he found in having sex with the Marquess.
I don’t want to think anymore… the same time that that nebulous thought crossed his mind, a burst of intensely hot liquid was emptied into his body, and as if to echo it, his own pleasure also spurted out onto the snowy-white sheets – the two of them reached climax at almost the exact same time.
“My God [1]!”
He heard the Marquess who was still lying on top of him give such a sigh --- the Wiltshire of that moment seemed to be completely satisfied, he held onto Walker's waist tightly with both hands, so that the two of them remained in a state of union with each other.
This was not the most intense sexual encounter between the two of them, but it was the very first time that they experienced the delight of blending together their souls.
End of Jus Primae Noctis Volume 2, Chapter 4
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[1]: This line was already in English in the original text.
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Jus Primae Noctis Volume 2, Chapter 4
“Is this Portland's stronghold?” Standing beside the Marquess, Walker gazed at the ancient castle that was a shade of ashen gray, narrowing his eyes slightly as he faced the direction of the sun.
In front of them was an imposing fortress, but from way it looked, it could be seen that it had not been tended to for many a year. Mottled by the changes wrought by the passage of time, the towering structure emitted an air of decay as it stood under the sunshine, as if it were an elderly person who was long past the prime of his life.
“I still like Stonehaven better.” After receiving an answer in the affirmative from Wiltshire, Walker delivered his own verdict.
Wiltshire began to smile: “Should I express gratitude that you hold Stonehaven in such high esteem?”
Not waiting for Walker to reply, he walked briskly to the gates of the castle, and forcefully rapped on the door with the doorknocker.
The heavy rapping noise reverberated around the quiet space, adding to one's impression that the ancient castle had a sense of desolation about it, as if the sun had set on its glory days and it was now in its twilight.
“Damn it, I really cannot imagine the look on the Princess's face when she saw this run-down castle!” Wiltshire looked back on his memories of Princess Caroline, the only impression he had of her was that she had seemed to be a pale and delicate little beauty.
Walker found Wiltshire's attitude of judging people by their wealth to be extremely distasteful.
“Perhaps when she thought of it as her beloved's castle, she felt that it was both romantic and quiet, and that it's a great place?”
“I really did not expect to find that you would harbour the same sentiments as those naive virgins in London!” Wiltshire began to laugh, although there was some mockery in his tone of voice, a bit of affection was revealed in his eyes.
Walker could not help but to blush as Wiltshire looked at him, he bowed his head, thinking to avoid his gaze but then, he heard the Marquess calmly change the subject as if nothing had happened: “Why doesn’t someone come to open the door even after so long?”
He raised his hand, seemingly intending to use the doorknocker again, but with a creaking sound, the heavy door was opened.
An elderly man wearing the black uniform of a butler was standing at the door, and he was looking at the two men with his face full of bewilderment.
“May I ask if Baron Portland lives here?” Wiltshire hurriedly piled on the smile he utilised in social situations, when it was combined with his handsome and noble face, he seemed able to quickly dispel any misgivings the other party might have.
“The Lord Baron? He has not come back here for a long time, please go to his residence in Paris if you are looking for him.” The old butler replied with a respectful attitude --- after all, he had served this family for many years, and he could easily distinguish that there was an air about Wiltshire that was unique to the aristocracy.
“Then this place…”
“Ever since the previous Baron and his wife passed away, none of the family has lived here. Baron Portland only likes the bustle of Paris, and the only people that remain in this place are a couple of other servants and me.” The butler lamented.
“That is really regrettable… The late Baron's friend entrusted me with some important items and asked me to bring them to him all the way from England. It's really quite problematic that Mr. Portland is not here!” The expression on Wiltshire's face really did look to be extremely regretful --- his head was slightly tilted, and a trace of grief had floated to the surface of those resplendent green eyes.
The butler seemed to find it difficult to remain indifferent to the distress of such a beautiful and grand person, and took the initiative to ask the two of them: “Do the two sirs need me to inform you of the Baron's address in Paris?”
“Yes, I have specially come here from a very distant place, it would be very troublesome if I do not get the opportunity to meet with His Lordship the Baron…” Wiltshire's heart was secretly delighted, but he had to keep working hard at restraining himself, so that none of his glee showed up in his expression.
“I have it, but the Baron might not necessarily be living at this address anymore.”
“Ah, that is already very good, no matter what, I am very thankful to you!”
After watching the old butler's retreating back as he turned around and went to fetch the information, Wiltshire shot Walker a self-congratulatory look; evidently he was quite satisfied with the excuse he had come up with in an emergency using his quick wits.
However, Walker's response was only a lazy curl of his lip.
Just as Wiltshire had raised an eyebrow, and revealed an expression that showed that he was about to seriously debate the issue, the old butler walked over. In an instant, Wiltshire's expression changed back to one suitable for a deferent and refined visitor, causing Walker to almost laugh aloud at his adroitness at putting on a pretence.
“This is the Baron's address in Paris; he would most likely be at home during the day.” The old butler explained as he handed over the piece of paper that had an address written upon it.
Wiltshire only glanced at the piece of paper before securing it safely in a pouch. “I really do not know how I can thank you enough, if I should see Baron Portland, I will certainly tell him what a faithful butler he has.”
“Thank you, my Lord.” A happy smile also hung upon the old butler's face.
After they politely took their leave of the old housekeeper, Wiltshire and Walker walked together to the carriage that was waiting by the side.
“If only we had known this earlier, we would not have needed to leave Paris and travel such a long way here.” After taking a seat, Walker could not help but to feel regret over their wasted journey, and he complained softly.
“Actually, I feel that this turn of events is good too!” Wiltshire's lips still held a touch of a mysterious smile, and he said something that Walker could not really make sense of.
“Why?” Walker could not help but to be curious, and asked the question that was in his heart.
“Because, this way, we can spend even more time together!” Wiltshire was still as calm and easy-going as ever, and said such utterly corny words breezily, “If our search to find the Princess is completed without a hitch, once we return to England, you would definitely badger me, wanting to separate from me. So I would rather wander all over France just like this!”
Again, Walker couldn't keep his face from reddening slightly. He stared at Wiltshire for a long time before he could squeeze out a retort. He stammered: “You… you are such… don't you feel ashamed for not living up to the trust that the Prince Regent had placed in you?”
But Wiltshire’s response was to start giving “haha” laughs. After a long time, he stopped laughing and leaned sideways, planting a kiss upon Walker's cheek.
“You are so adorable.” He said.
“Go to hell!” Walker could not keep himself from grinding his teeth and cursing.
By the time they were back at the hotel, it was already time for lunch. After they had had a simple meal, Wiltshire promptly dragged Walker up the stairs.
“I think we might as well spend some more time in the south, we can enjoy the fresh air and have a restful vacation!” Leaning back against the railing of the balcony that looked out over the landscape of boundless grace, Wiltshire turned his head and gave a glance at the beautiful dark blue lake behind him; his tone of voice was relaxed when he spoke.
The breeze was caressing his beautiful golden hair, and both the scenery and the person in front of Walker were as exquisite and as dazzling to the eyes as the most famous paintings in Europe --- looking on, Walker had become almost spellbound by the sight, and he paid absolutely no attention to what Wiltshire was saying.
“I say, let’s not go looking for that Princess Caroline! We should simply buy a pretty little castle in the south of France, the two of us can live there for the rest of our lives and forget about everything else!” Seeing that Walker had made no reply, Wiltshire had left the balcony and came to squeeze beside him, taking his hand into his own as he spoke.
“You are speaking nonsense again.” Walker felt somewhat helpless --- clearly, Wiltshire possessed outstanding beauty and intelligence, but when he was in front of Walker, he would always say some things that were inconsistent with his aristocratic status.
“If you skulk around France without accounting for the Princess's whereabouts, do you think the Prince Regent will let you off?”
“"Alas, I also know that this is only a fanciful dream... but I always feel that if we should return to England, I would not be able to be with you as much as I would like…” Wiltshire's tone of voice sounded gloomy, it seemed as though he was really feeling infinite melancholia.
As for Walker, he suddenly felt his heart seize up tightly and his throat grew hot. In a flash, the sublime feeling of being cherished caused him to be incapable of speech.
Yes, although they were spending all their time together and living with each other so intimately at the moment, but once they returned to Britain, Wiltshire would return to being a lord with wielded heavy authority in his hands and as for Walker himself, he would still be a poor farm worker… the divide between the two of them was so wide, and for them to defy the social conventions of the world and remain together would be so difficult.
Seeing that Walker's expression had become despondent, Wiltshire was also unable to say much more. Holding his lover tightly in his arms, at that moment he could only express his own feelings through a tender kiss.
“Walker, even if we do return to Britain, would you be willing to continue living with me?” Even as they were engaged in a deep and passionate kiss, Wiltshire did not forget to ascertain the Scotsman's wishes.
“I… I don’t know.” Walker was really at a loss --- he had originally thought that to the Marquess, he was nothing but a new gadget to toy with; he had originally had a firm conviction that this absurd relationship would only be maintained until he got a job, he had originally wished with all his heart to marry a virtuous wife, have a few cute children, and be an ordinary but happy farmer…
But with the appearance of Wiltshire in his life, his existence had suddenly been painted with layers of gorgeous colours, and he now had absolutely no idea how this relationship would develop nor where it would take the both of them….
Wiltshire seemed to know the contradictions and struggles in Walker's heart, and thus no longer tried to compel an answer out of him. Instead, he turned his efforts to exploiting the Scotsman's moment of emotional vulnerability...
“Walker, come here…” Wiltshire's voice could nearly be called unctuously sweet, the sound of it in Walker's ears abruptly scattered his tens of thousands of thoughts, causing his senses to sharpen up in a flash.
His steps were halting, but his gaze could not help but to be drawn to the conspicuously large bed in the room --- there was both hesitation and perplexity in Walker's heart, he did not actually want to have a tumble between the sheets with the Marquess while it was still broad daylight, but it seemed too cruel to flatly reject him after they had just had such a tender and heart-felt exchange...
Looking at Walker's hesitant expression, Wiltshire knew that it would be impossible to expect him to take the initiative to climb onto the bed and spread his legs. He gave a light sigh in his heart at the shyness of his lover and gracefully strode forward, hugging the Scotsman firmly and then leading him in the direction of the bed.
Although love-making with the Marquess was absolutely not a novel game by any means, but Walker's heart was still in complete chaos --- he was already deeply attached to the way Wiltshire's body was both gentle and warm, but yet he was still feeling timid because of his pain and the feeling that he was betraying his own morality --- to sum it up, although his heart was unhappy that he was making love with a man, but the pleasure and warm affection he derived from it caused him to become increasingly dissolute as he continued to immerse himself in it.
Of course, Wiltshire was unable to guess the complex feelings that were flitting across Walker's heart, the urgency of his desire left him with no time to consider other things. He could only reach out with his hands and push the Scotsman onto the bed, forcefully covered his body with his own, and kissed those hot and luscious lips.
“Wil…” Walker still wanted to say something, but the Marquess was nibbling on his tongue and he could not continue.
The Scotsman did not wish to drift with the waves and go with the flow just like that, he pushed hard at Wiltshire's shoulders, but the only result was that he was pressed to the bed even more firmly.
“Ah…” His intentions had been to issue a sound of refusal or delay, but what spilled out from the depths of his throat were only moans.
His jacket was stripped off and flung to the floor... the Marquess held Walker down with a passionate demeanour that was as hot as fire, both of his hands pulled at his shirt tails, and began to caress his body all over --- his back, waist… and also his chest.
Although he could not understand just what it was about a man's upper body that could cause the Marquess to become so engrossed, Walker still became aroused by the teasing movements of that pair of hands that seemed to be imbued with magical powers. His flaxen head twisted from left to right and then back again on the snow-white pillows; even he himself could not make out whether he wanted to resist or whether he was prepared to accept Wiltshire's advances.
“Darling, you’re… so sweet…” Wiltshire was gasping for breath, and a rather crass comment escaped from him
“Let go…” Walker still wanted to push him off, however under these circumstances, where all the buttons of his clothes were undone and he was skin to skin with Wiltshire, even his arms had grown soft and powerless. “Let go of me…”
He really disliked this feeling of losing control very much, he was very afraid --- afraid that he would forever lose himself in a man's arms, afraid that he would forget about the life he had once yearned for day and night, afraid that he would forget the fact that he was a man, and above all, he was afraid that he would himself be forgotten after he had sacrificed everything.
All of the nobility had but fickle hearts, their passion could not be counted on --- the words that his father had used when admonishing his sister, who had aspired to the life of a noblewoman, floated into Walker's mind, however...
Wiltshire’s hand had already reached into his trousers.
“Don’t be like this…” The mood in the room was clearly so sweet, but Walker almost wanted to cry --- because he understood thoroughly that even though at this moment, he was refusing and looked as if he was showing unwillingness of every kind, the Marquess would ultimately enter and possess his body like the way he had done so many times before, deeply entrenching himself into Walker’s heart, and making him start to become reluctant to have to give up this tenderness that had an intrinsically depraved nature, making him afraid that he would one day lose this pair of arms that were steadfastly embracing him.
“Don’t be like what? My dear…” Wiltshire used tender words to soothe and coax him, using the same manner on the Scotsman whose exterior looked so valiant and strong that he would with the most delicate virgin.
His hand was still holding onto Walker’s sex organ --- it had happened without Walker’s notice, but both of their clothes were now all strewn on the floor. At the moment, the two of them were as naked as newborn infants, but the erections at their lower bodies gave away the indecency of the present situation.
Walker slowly stretched out his hands and put them on top of Wiltshire's --- looking into that pair of sparkling and lucid eyes that were the same green hue as mint candies, when he saw the tenderness that were overflowing from them, he couldn't keep his body from losing its tension...
“Nothing much, come on.” He said softly, relaxing his body and spreading his legs and bringing the Marquess to nestle snugly in the space between.
Wiltshire was overcome by a spell of ecstasy; although he did not know the thoughts that had flashed through Walker's heart like lightning, this was still the first time that his lover had acknowledge their physical relationship with his words. Being as clever as he was, it was impossible that he would not understand what it symbolised.
“Walker, thank you.”
At that moment, any words he said would be extraneous.
Only actions were the most honest expression.
Of course, Wiltshire would not be stingy with his actions.
He began to smile; following that, countless kisses began to fall like raindrops upon Walker's cheeks, neck, chest… the Marquess slowly moved his body downwards.
Walker panted with excitement, he only felt Wiltshire's moist and hot tongue dragging across his lower abdomen, and gave a forceful lick to his erect sex organ. After that, with the combined actions of his mouth and hands, Wiltshire bent all his efforts into pleasuring him.
“Brett!” The Scotsman could not help but to give a startled cry, the violent zest of arousal raced fiercely up his back, and his whole person began to twitch on the mattress.
However, Wiltshire did not stop, he still sucked upon Walker's sex organ persistently, doting upon him with clumsy affection as he tossed around on the bed.
The pleasure was too thrilling, causing Walker to release himself in moments. The viscous white liquid gushed out in great torrents, completely between those lips of Wiltshire's, which usually carried an elegant smile.
The Marquess merely raised his head and gave the Scotsman a smile, and then he promptly forcefully swallowed the bitter fluid in his mouth.
Before Walker had the chance to recover his senses at the Marquess's abnormal behaviour, he already had been forcefully turned over, and pressed under the Marquess's body while he was on all fours, the position he found to be most shameful and which made him shy.
His butt cheeks were parted, just moments after he had felt the cool air there, that secret place had already began to heat and moisten up…
You…” It wasn't the first time that oral sex had been performed on him, but when Wiltshire licked him in that place, it was the first time that Walker's heart melted and his strength softened, “Ah…”
The muscles of that sensitive entrance were constantly stimulated by the soft and blazingly hot tongue, and the "ze ze" sound of saliva rang out. Walker was completely unable to tense up his body at all, and the ring around his anus also completely relaxed...
“Excellent, you have already become completely soaked…” The Marquess's throaty voice drifted over. Walker felt as though he were about to faint, he was unable to distinguish whether this was actually happiness or torture.
The Scotsman had already forgotten how to speak, he could only give sounds that were reminiscent of an animal in heat each time Wiltshire pushed against his body with his tongue --- his head was completely buried in the pillow, but his hips were still maintaining their raised position, that place which was usually well concealed was being admired by the Marquess and he was still using his fingers to caress it as well as using his tongue to lap at it…
“Ah…” Walker's voice suddenly hitched up to a higher pitch, that was because the Marquess had forcefully squeezed two fingers into his body.
“So awesome! It doesn’t feel too tight in the slightest…” Wiltshire said, putting a third finger inside.
“Uh…” Walker could not keep a startled shout from escaping, the feeling of his prostate being stimulated caused his front end to immediately begin to stand up again.
“Darling…” Wiltshire's mind had also probably stopped thinking; depending on his instincts to dictate his actions, he pulled his fingers out; holding Walker's hips in place with both of his hands, he forcefully inserted his manhood inside, unable to wait any longer.
This time, the usual tearing pain was absent... Walker could clearly feel that this was different from the norm, it was solely the feeling of being deeply penetrated that caused his whole body to give a jolt.
Wiltshire also seemed to be even more excited than he usually was when he was inside Walker, he forcefully penetrated to the deepest part of the Scotsman's body, and then stopped moving, as if he wanted to fuse the two of them into a single entity. And so, he remained like that, holding himself stationary while lodged firmly inside Walker.
After a long time, he finally began to move his waist, he would forcefully thrust back inside just when he was almost about to slip out of Walker, doing this repeatedly…
Ordinarily, if he had been treated this way, he would surely be reduced to such an agonised state that he would already be giving blood-curdling shrieks --- but at that moment, Walker instead felt only that waves of pleasure, so strong that they made his spine feel soft, were emanating from where the two of them were connected. As the Marquess gradually increased the speed of his thrusts, that particular kind of pleasure also got strong and stronger, to the point where he almost unable to keep the moans in his throat from breaking free…
I’m finished, there must be something that’s wrong with me --- he secretly thought.
Having a man ride on his body, that he could still actually derive pleasure from such a thing...
Walker was almost driven to despair, because he was already on the verge of abandoning rational thought, and allowing himself to go with the flow and pursue the joy he found in having sex with the Marquess.
I don’t want to think anymore… the same time that that nebulous thought crossed his mind, a burst of intensely hot liquid was emptied into his body, and as if to echo it, his own pleasure also spurted out onto the snowy-white sheets – the two of them reached climax at almost the exact same time.
“My God [1]!”
He heard the Marquess who was still lying on top of him give such a sigh --- the Wiltshire of that moment seemed to be completely satisfied, he held onto Walker's waist tightly with both hands, so that the two of them remained in a state of union with each other.
This was not the most intense sexual encounter between the two of them, but it was the very first time that they experienced the delight of blending together their souls.
End of Jus Primae Noctis Volume 2, Chapter 4
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[1]: This line was already in English in the original text.
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