May God's Grace Be Upon the King of the Fallen Kingdom - Chapter 2 Part 1

2. Infinite, Eternal, and the Only One

Afterwards, Eoleare was imprisoned in Sosphus’ room instead of the underground dungeon. Every day, he was treated as Sosphus’ toy and subjected to his perverted acts. 

Sosphus forced Eoleare into various sexual acts until he was satisfied, and there was no way to stop him. The only reason Eoleare endured Sosphus’ abuse without taking his own life was to protect his mother and other relatives from his wrath.

“Now, Eoleare III, do you remember how many times you’ve done it?” Sosphus asked.

“Heugh, ah….” 

Eoleare was lying face down on Sosphus’ tea table, completely naked. A crystal fruit bowl was placed on his slender waist, filled with large, bead-shaped tropical fruits called lychees.

The weight alone was hard to bear, but Sosphus peeled the lychee shells one by one and pushed the soft and moist flesh into Eoleare’s hole. Every time the fruit entered, Eoleare screamed as sweetly as the fruit and trembled.

At one point, he shook his body so much that he accidentally overturned the bowl. Fortunately, the bowl didn’t break, but Sosphus mercilessly slapped Eoleare’s plump b*ttocks as many times as the number of lychees spilled outside the bowl. As a result, Eoleare’s b*ttocks were now red with Sosphus’ handprints.

“Answer me, how many are there?”

“Heugh, I, I don’t know. I don’t know.”

When Eoleare shook his head, Sosphus smirked and grabbed his hair. Then, he struck Eoleare’s already reddened b*ttocks once more.

“Ah!”

“You have no sincerity. You should at least guess and answer.”

Under Sosphus’ strict demand, Eoleare tried to count the number of lychees that filled his body, sobbing softly.

“Th, three…?”

“Wrong, it’s five.”

Sosphus alternately struck each of Eoleare’s b*ttocks. He said there were five, but Eoleare guessed three, so he received two more strikes.

“Heugh! Ugh!”

Eoleare’s body jerked as he felt the burning pain spreading throughout his b*ttocks. Whenever Eoleare did something wrong, even if it wasn’t a big mistake, Sosphus enjoyed punishing him by making his b*ttocks turn bright red.

He thought that hitting someone’s b*ttocks was something done to discipline a child, but when he extended his bare b*ttocks towards Sosphus and received the whip, it gave Eoleare a strange pleasure along with an unbearable sense of shame.

It was unbelievable. He felt good while getting hit on the b*ttocks. However, it was an undeniable fact. Eoleare’s erect p*nis was proof of his arousal. Sosphus grabbed and squeezed Eoleare’s p*nis from behind.

“Eek!”

“It looks like you’re feeling good.”

“N, no, ahh… It’s not like that.”

“Then why are you erect like that? And dripping with s*men.”

Sosphus skillfully played with Eoleare’s p*nis. Eoleare moaned in a voice that was almost a whisper. As the pleasure intensified, the sensation of the lychees filling his insides and rubbing against each other became more vivid.

However, Eoleare learned from Sosphus’ discipline that he should not climax first. If he did, he would receive a harsher punishment. Eoleare gritted his teeth and endured it. He had to satisfy Sosphus first in order to be allowed to climax. There was only one way to do that. Eoleare struggled to lift his head and turned around to face Sosphus.

“S-Sosphus.”

Sosphus liked it when Eoleare called his name. He could tell from the subtle change in his expression. Eoleare struggled to move his still tongue and spoke.

“Stop… heut, put it in… Please.”

Sosphus thrust his p*nis into Eoleare’s hole and violently thrust his waist with a roughness that didn’t suit his handsome face. Only after he ej*culated deep inside Eoleare’s hole could Eoleare be allowed to climax. So, begging for insertion from Sosphus was the only way for Eoleare to be liberated. Sosphus grabbed Eoleare’s hair and whispered in his ear.

“Like this?”

At those words, Eoleare hesitated. His hole was already filled with five lychees, and there was no way Sosphus’ large p*nis could fit inside. However, Sosphus spoke in a cheerful tone.

“If I insert it like this, it’ll be very tight and squishy, giving you a different feeling.”

“N, no.”

“You should know that you have no choice, Eoleare III.”

When Sosphus wanted to humiliate Eoleare, he always called him by the name of the King. Then, Eoleare would be overwhelmed with longing for his lost kingdom and tears would well up in his eyes. Sosphus seemed to enjoy it when Eoleare cried.

Sosphus let go of Eoleare’s hair and grabbed his ripe b*ttocks with both hands. When he spread them apart, he could see the white and soft lychee flesh wriggling inside. Sosphus opened his robe and inserted his erect p*nis into Eoleare’s hole which was already filled with lychees. Eoleare gritted his teeth and screamed.

“Ah! Ahh! I hate it! Huuagh!”

“Stay still.”

As Eoleare writhed in pain and fear, trying to escape, Sosphus tightly grabbed his thin waist and prevented him from moving. Meanwhile, he skillfully dug deeper inside, stirring the lychee filling.

Eoleare tried to relax his hole to reduce the pain, but it was in vain. Eoleare’s hole sucked in Sosphus’ p*nis, with the lychees still inside, and squeezed it tightly. Eoleare barely managed to hold onto the table and whimpered in agony.

“Heuugh, heugh. Ahhh, stop. Please stop.”

Despite Eoleare’s struggles and cries, Sosphus showed no mercy. He enjoyed mocking Eoleare to the point where one might wonder if it was okay for a high-ranking official to be so cruel. He paused for a moment with his p*nis halfway inside, took a deep breath, and then thrust it all the way in.

“Hiyaaa!”

Eoleare could clearly feel the lychee filling squirming inside his hole. Sosphus began to move his waist without hesitation, stirring up the tight space. As Sosphus’ p*nis moved back and forth, the lychees moved with it, scraping against Eoleare’s inner walls and putting intense pressure on his sensitive areas. Eoleare opened his eyes wide, gasping for breath and drooling as he writhed in pleasure.

“Ha, ah, ah! Aaang! Aang!”

The more Eoleare moaned, the more excited Sosphus seemed to become. Sosphus increased the speed of his thrusts, panting heavily on Eoleare’s back. The sound of their bodies colliding was loud and rough. Eoleare moaned in pleasure, almost on the verge of passing out, as he released his s*men from his p*nis and his fingers and toes curled up involuntarily. Overwhelmed by the approaching climax, Eoleare begged incoherently.

“Heugh, no, I’m going to c*m. Haaa, ah, I can’t hold it!”

Sosphus grabbed Eoleare’s hair again.

“I’m sure I taught you not to c*m first.”

“Heuugh! Nngh, nnngh, heugh! I-It’s too much, I can’t take it anym– ah! Ah, aah!”

Eoleare finally climaxed before Sosphus, releasing a thick and sticky liquid that splattered onto the table.

After seeing Eoleare c*m, Sosphus bent down and left marks on Eoleare’s shoulders and back. For Eoleare, the pain had already turned into pleasure. He cried out like a cat in heat. Unintentionally, his hole tightened around Sosphus’ p*nis, inducing his climax. Sosphus gasped for breath and reached his peak inside Eoleare.

“Eek, aah, no, ah, it’s overflowing…!”

The mashed lychee flesh and Sosphus’ warm s*men mixed together, creating a pressure that made Eoleare’s lower abdomen ache. As Sosphus’ p*nis shrank back to its normal size, a mixture of lychee juice and s*men flowed out of Eoleare’s hole. Sosphus pulled out his p*nis and slapped Eoleare’s b*ttocks.

“Well, Eoleare III. You came first, so you deserve to be punished.”