May God's Grace Be Upon the King of the Fallen Kingdom - Chapter 2 Part 4

When Eoleare woke up from his sleep, he was lying in Sosphus’ bed, wearing clean and fresh nightgown. It seemed that the attendants had taken care of him while he was unconscious. Looking at the clock, it was past midnight, and the distant sound of an owl hooting faintly could be heard. Sosphus was always a busy person, but he rarely came back this late.

“He’s late…”

Eoleare crouched down, feeling a kind of loneliness. He decided not to deny it. Eoleare felt lonely when Sosphus wasn’t around. Sosphus was cruel to him, but at the same time, he was very kind to him.

Eoleare couldn’t help but notice the passionate feelings that was reflected in Sosphus’ eyes every time he held him. So he was curious. Why didn’t Sosphus just say he loved him? Why didn’t he ask him to love him back? If Sosphus were to honestly say those words, what would Eoleare do…

Thinking that far, Eoleare suddenly remembered. That’s right, I have a life that will soon end. Maybe he had judged that it was useless to say anything about love to someone who was about to die. So he might have decided to enjoy what he could until the day he dies. Without giving his heart.

That could be a reasonable choice. What would he do if he gave his heart to someone who was about to leave on a road he couldn’t return from? Thinking that way, tears welled up for no reason. Was it because he was afraid of death, or…

Then he heard the sound of the door opening. Eoleare quickly wiped away his tears and pretended to be asleep. He didn’t want Sosphus to know that he had been crying. Sosphus walked over to the bed where Eoleare was lying without making a sound. He sat down and gently stroked Eoleare’s hair, calling his name.

“Eoleare III.”

Sosphus could tell that Eoleare was awake. Why did Sosphus seem to see through everything about Eoleare? Sosphus had uncovered every aspect of Eoleare’s hidden desires. Then did Sosphus also know any longing that Eoleare felt for him? But Eoleare didn’t have the courage to open his eyes and ask. He was a person who would soon die.

“We have been given a week.”

At those words, Eoleare swallowed his breath. The execution date had been decided. He could no longer pretend to be asleep. He opened his eyes and looked up at Sosphus. Sosphus’ silver hair sparkled with a purple hue under the cold moonlight coming in through the window. His red eyes held the flame of a firm determination.

“I will find a way within a week. During that time, it seems that I won’t be able to see you.”

Sosphus brushed Eoleare’s bangs aside and kissed his round forehead. His warm breath touched Eoleare’s skin before quickly fading away. Eoleare felt a sense of regret and unknowingly raised his hand to grab Sosphus’ clothes.

“Don’t go.”

Sosphus looked at Eoleare with a surprised expression. Eoleare couldn’t understand why he was so drawn to Sosphus. Was it because of his impure thoughts?

No, that wasn’t it. Eoleare knew that Sosphus loved him terribly. And Eoleare had never experienced such love before. He had never felt the sense of security and happiness that such absolute love could bring. That’s why. It wasn’t impure thoughts, it was… love.

Sosphus climbed on top of Eoleare’s body. He lifted up Eoleare’s one-piece pajamas and took off his underwear. Eoleare didn’t resist. Sosphus wrapped his hand around Eoleare’s p*nis and began to caress him gently. A thrilling and affectionate pleasure overwhelmed Eoleare.

“Heut, mmh.”

Eoleare moaned, pressing his lips with the back of his hand. Sosphus brushed aside his long hair and leaned down to kiss Eoleare’s p*nis, which he had been fondling with his hand. Eoleare was surprised. He had sucked Sosphus’ p*nis many times, but Sosphus had never done this to him before.

“S-Sosphus.”

But Sosphus didn’t hesitate and wrapped his lips around Eoleare’s smooth p*nis. He skillfully sucked on the sensitive gl*ns and nibbled on it. A tingling sensation spread quickly from the tip of Eoleare’s p*nis to his belly button, toes, and fingertips.

“Huaa, eut, nngh, heuugh!”

Eoleare grabbed the bedsheet with his toes and writhed in pleasure. Sosphus lightly stroked Eoleare’s erect p*nis. It was just a light touch, but for Eoleare, it was already beyond mere affection and was a flame of pleasure.

“Haat! Eugh, heugh, Sosphus…”

Eoleare found himself unconsciously pressing Sosphus’ head with his hand, begging him to suck harder. Sosphus bit and nibbled on Eoleare’s p*nis, taking them deep into his mouth, all the way to the base. His lips and tongue teased and played with Eoleare’s p*nis, gradually increasing the intensity. It felt good. It was maddening.

“Ahhh, nngh, hnngh! Ah, aaang!”

Despite being ravished during the day, Eoleare’s p*nis quickly became hard and stiff again. Then Sosphus lifted his head. When his lips left Eoleare’s p*nis, a silver liquid dripped between his lips and the tip of Eoleare’s p*nis. Sosphus licked his lips and looked down at Eoleare.

“I will do my best to save you.”

Sosphus said.

“But I can’t guarantee it.”

Then he grabbed Eoleare’s hair. His eyes were as cold as before, but now Eoleare could see that it was a feigned coldness.

“So don’t expect anything from me.”

“…”

“I am Sosphus de Kaelo, the cruel and licentious High Priest. To you, I am a villain. Remember that.”

Sosphus released Eoleare’s hair. Eoleare felt like he knew why Sosphus had said that. If Sosphus couldn’t save Eoleare’s life, he would die in seven days. There would be nothing more futile and heartbreaking than having emotions come and go in such a state. It would be better for them to remember each other as being humiliated and abused by lust.

Sosphus grabbed Eoleare’s ankles and spread his legs wide. The hole between his b*ttocks was still soft and open from Sosphus’ earlier torment. Sosphus opened his robe and took out his erect p*nis. It was already hard without even being touched.

Sosphus stroked Eoleare’s slender thighs and inserted his p*nis into the hole without any preparation. Then he thrust his p*nis roughly without caring about Eoleare’s ej*culation.

“Ah, ahhh! Ah!”

Sosphus’ erect p*nis penetrated Eoleare’s dry walls, rubbing against them and piercing his most sensitive spot. Eoleare grabbed Sosphus’ shoulders tightly and trembled with pleasure. Sosphus thrust his p*nis deep inside and moved them slowly, bringing Eoleare’s pleasure to its peak.

“Haa, ah, ah! Aht, haa! Aang!”

Eoleare’s mouth was filled with obscene moans. Sosphus reached out and grabbed Eoleare’s throat, slowly squeezing it.

“Heugh, eu… keugh.“

Eoleare understood that Sosphus was doing his best to be cruel. “I am the one who can kill you. I am the one who pushed you into the abyss of death. So resent me. Don’t have any other feelings towards me.”

“Heugh, keut, uhhh…!”

Eoleare didn’t resist even though his throat was getting tight. Instead, his hole tightened around Sosphus’ p*nis, as if sucking and chewing on them. The movement of his hole made Sosphus’ p*nis grow even larger inside. Sosphus released his grip on Eoleare’s throat.

“Haa! Ha, haa…”

Eoleare gasped for breath. But it was only for a moment. Sosphus squeezed his throat again as soon as he thought Eoleare had enough air.

“Heugh, heu,  ah, ha.”

This repeated several times. Eoleare thought with his pale face. If he was going to die in seven days anyway, maybe it would be better for Sosphus to end his life here. It could be a more honorable way to protect the kingdom than a public execution, and Eoleare could also go peacefully.

And if his last moment was caused by Sosphus, he might be able to accept it.

“Eut, heuugh, heugh, haa!”

Sosphus squeezed and released Eoleare’s throat while writhing inside Eoleare’s hole like a giant snake. He moved roughly back and forth, spreading his s*men inside Eoleare’s hole. Every time he moved in and out, his s*men flowed out. Sosphus was getting closer to ej*culation. He frowned and squeezed Eoleare’s throat harder.

“Heugh, ahh, keugh…!”

Eoleare’s vision went dark. At the same time, Sosphus ej*culated vigorously inside Eoleare’s deep spot, releasing his warm and sticky s*men. After ej*culation, he moved gently, savoring every inch of Eoleare’s inner walls. Then he released Eoleare’s throat.

“Haa! Ha, haa, keugh…”

Eoleare suddenly coughed violently as air rushed into his lungs. He felt his stomach churning. He didn’t know when Sosphus had ej*culated or how many times he had done it. All he could remember were the moments when Sosphus had squeezed his throat and penetrated him. It felt like all those moments were the climax.

“Huu…”

Sosphus took a deep breath and pulled his p*nis out of Eoleare’s body. Then he wiped his p*nis with a towel next to the bed and threw it carelessly on Eoleare’s dirty body. Eoleare wanted to say that he now understood why he was being treated so coldly, but his tongue wouldn’t move.

Sosphus put on his robe and moved away from the bed. Eoleare gestured towards Sosphus, wanting to say “Don’t go.” He wanted Sosphus to stay with him for the remaining week, even if it was just for that time. He wanted to shout it out.

“You are…”

Sosphus looked down at Eoleare with a smile and said, 

“My infinite, eternal, and only love.” 

Then he turned around and left the room. Eoleare was stunned by the shock, feeling as if he had been hit on the back of his head, and couldn’t move for a while.

As soon as he heard those words, memories that had been forgotten flooded back like a river overflowing its banks. The memory of the young imperial priest who had spoken of infinite, eternal, and only love.

Was he Sosphus? And did the oath he had forgotten still hold true for Sosphus? Was it truly infinite, eternal, and the only one?

It was love. There was no doubt about it.

“Sosphus.”

Eoleare desperately jumped out of bed and tried to chase after Sosphus. But the door was firmly closed by magic, and no one could enter except those authorized by Sosphus. Eoleare pounded on the door with his fists.

“Open up! Wait, please! Sosphus, Sosphus!”

But no one came back. Left alone, Eoleare pounded on the door until his hands became numb and he could no longer hit it. He slumped down, feeling drained of energy. Transparent tears streamed down from his blue eyes, wetting his cheeks.