Chapter 9 - The Mermaid Princess's Little Brother

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"Hnn… ngh…"

 

Even understanding this, Rito couldn't resist the desire that welled up inside him. Even if it meant losing his dignity, even if he would be laughed at later, he wanted to touch Glen—no matter the cost.

 

This was but a small bud of the prince's feelings… A love so tiny, so deeply suppressed, had been stirred and unleashed by the haze of intoxication, nothing more…

 

Rito understood this, and he would not allow any misunderstandings. But for this one time, just this once…

 

"Haa… Mph… Ah…"

 

Rito steeled himself and quietly closed his eyes. Even if it was only for tonight, even if Glen's actions were impulsive, spurred by the alcohol and his frustration with Elsa, Rito wanted to hold on to this dream. Tentatively, he moved his tongue, letting it intertwine with Glen's in a passionate kiss.

 

That movement was like a signal, and their bodies responded in unison. Glen's hands roamed over Rito, while Rito, in turn, found himself touching the prince's back and arms again and again. Kisses alone were no longer enough—they both longed to shed their clothes and feel the warmth of skin against skin.

 

"Ah… Lord Glen…"

 

The moment their lips parted, strong arms scooped Rito up. Glen turned towards the canopied bed and gently laid him down upon the soft mattress.

 

"Rito…"

 

"Mmm… ngh…"

 

Before Rito could call his name, his lips were claimed once more, this time in an even fiercer kiss. The tie of his robe was quickly undone, and in response, Rito's hands reached for the prince's garments.

 

(His body is so warm… I never imagined it would be like this…)

 

Rito, who loved to read, knew what happened between men and women in the privacy of a bedchamber. His older sister, who had married, had also told him a little about the differences between merfolk mating and human intimacy. Both were topics seldom discussed, and things Rito had never thought much about. And now, suddenly, they were upon him. His body reacted instinctively—there was no need to think.

 

"Haa… Ah…"

 

As they kissed, his robe was pulled off, and his long nightshirt, which reached below his knees, was pushed up. His legs were bare, and his underwear was now exposed. The tight knot at his waist was undone, and as his undergarments were lowered to his knees, Rito, bathed in the soft glow of the candles, shuddered.

 

He longed for Glen's touch, yet at the same time, fear gripped him. He could not help it. What if Glen suddenly realized that the body beneath him was that of a man? The prince's intoxication might vanish in an instant.

 

Would Glen freeze, pull away, and look at him with disgust? In Rito's imagination, the prince was already muttering a curt "forgive me" and leaving the room.

 

"Haa… Ahh… Ah…"

 

But instead of pulling away, Glen's hand moved to grasp Rito's manhood. The sensation of that large hand wrapping around his aroused flesh filled Rito with an overwhelming sense of joy. The pleasure of Glen's fingers and palm sliding along its length, now slick with desire, was nearly unbearable. The wet, slippery sounds only heightened the sensation. Yet, more than the physical pleasure, Rito's heart swelled with emotion. He felt as though he were floating, as though he had returned to the sea.

 

"Lord Glen…"

 

Realizing his fears were unfounded, all the tension in Rito's body melted away. He reached out with both hands, touching the back of Glen's neck. Lifting himself slightly, Rito initiated the next kiss, tasting Glen's sensual lips with his own. The softness, the firmness, even the sensation itself was something new, something thrilling to discover.

 

"Mmn… ngh…"

 

As their tongues danced and explored one another, Glen's hands roamed boldly, pulling Rito's nightshirt higher and higher. Even when the smooth, flat chest beneath was exposed, Glen still pressed closer. A shiver ran through Rito's body from the pleasure that coursed over his skin.

 

His nipples reacted even before they were touched, hardening to such an extent that they were visible through the fabric. He longed for them to be caressed, just as much as he yearned for the touch on his manhood. The mere anticipation made them ache with need.

 

"Haa... ngh... ahh…"

 

"Rito... My Rito..." the prince whispered, his voice honeyed, as he buried his face in Rito's chest.

 

When Glen's tongue flicked over one of those hardened peaks, the pleasure shot through Rito's entire body, from the tips of his toes to the very depths of his soul. Every fiber of his being seemed to hum with happiness, with the overwhelming joy of Glen's love.

 

"Fua... Ahh!"

 

Rito's member was stroked, slowly at first, then faster, while at the same time, Glen's hand pinched his right nipple sharply, and his lips teased the left one. Rito's legs instinctively tried to close, but Glen held them firmly apart. He reached his climax, and warm droplets spilled up on his chest. The scent of youthful passion filled the air, bringing both embarrassment and an odd sense of joy. This delicate, quivering pleasure—pleasure that was gifted to him by Glen.

 

"Rito…"

 

As Rito reveled in the afterglow of his release, he heard the prince's breathless voice. Through the flickering candlelight, he saw Glen begin to disrobe. His long nightshirt was lifted over his head, the tie at his trousers loosened.

 

"A-Ah, Lord Glen…"

 

Rito's eyes were drawn to something large and imposing, straining beneath the silk of the prince's clothing. Even though no one touched him now, his own body still throbbed, his member and nipples aching. The sight of Glen's bronze-skinned, desire-filled manhood made Rito's vision blur with a heady mixture of awe and longing. His body responded simply to the sight, his manhood, which had only just found release, rising again.

 

(He... he became like this, just from looking at my body... touching me...)

 

Tears welled in Rito's eyes at the thought that the prince could still be attracted to him, even though they were the same sex. With his single eye, he saw only the glow of the candles, but within that light, he imagined Glen's face—the smile he wore when they met in the grotto, his sad expressions, the pale look of fear when he nearly drowned. Every moment they shared was engraved in Rito's heart.

 

"Ah... mmn…"

 

"..."

 

Glen pressed his heavy member against Rito's, now slick with the evidence of his earlier release. Though their sizes and weights differed greatly, both were unmistakably marks of their shared gender. The prince grasped them both with one hand, but even his strong fingers couldn't fully encompass them.

 

Slowly, Glen began to move his hips. At first, his movements were gentle, but as his breath quickened, the pace grew faster.

 

"Ah... Lord Glen... ngh... A-ah!"

 

"Rito... forgive me…"

 

Even amidst the sensual tension, Glen still apologized, his breath catching with each movement. Rito timidly placed his hand over the prince's, trying to convey his feelings. He entwined their fingers, making sure the grip around their two members was firm and full, squeezing them together.

 

"I... I like this... I like you, Lord Glen…"

 

He wanted to share the joy of this moment, even if it never happened again, even if this night was born from the prince's wine-fueled impulse. The fact that he could voice his feelings aloud filled him with an unbearable sense of bliss.

 

"I love you, Lord Glen... I love only you."

 

He could scarcely believe that the time had come when he could speak these words freely. Even if he were to disappear now, like his older sister had long ago, he would still be the happiest person in the world.

 

"A-ah... ahh... ngh!"

 

The intensity of the moment grew, the pulsing pleasure building towards a fever pitch. The sound of their two slick, entwined manhoods filled the room, a rhythm of desire that grew faster, more urgent. The muscles of their bodies strained against one another, pushing them both closer and closer to the edge.

 

"Lord Glen…"

 

"Rito…"

 

In that instant, Rito looked up at Glen, refusing to close his eyes. He was grateful to fate that, even with his one remaining eye, he could see the expression of love on the face of the southern prince. Gazing into Glen's sorrowful, passionate eyes, Rito felt as though he were being lifted to the heavens.

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