Chapter 15 (NSFW) - The Mermaid Princess's Little Brother

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Five days had passed since Rito's rescue, and he now lived with Glen in a small manor by the sea. It was to this quiet estate, not the grand palace, that he had been brought from the prison, though it was more like a secluded palace than a mere manor—a peaceful villa, lacking the opulence of royal halls. The young man, still under the care of healers, knew little of what transpired beyond the estate's walls. From Glen, he heard only, "No official troubles have arisen." Whether the royal family had commanded silence or whether the jailers themselves were bound to secrecy, the world outside seemed to know of two things only: the death of Rito, the boy accused of espionage, who perished in the sea dungeon, and the breaking of Glen's engagement.

 

Naturally, it was the latter event that stirred the greatest gossip in the realm, but Glen had made it clear to Rito: "I broke the engagement because I cannot think of anyone but you." Glen had wagered his life, his standing, and in doing so, had won this freedom.

 

In a kingdom where the second prince had only just begun to walk, for the beloved crown prince to die of a broken heart, or worse, to be accused of forbidden love, was unthinkable. Considering this, the king and queen had reluctantly allowed the engagement to be dissolved and the wedding canceled. They gave Rito, a boy once condemned as a criminal, a new identity on the condition that he would live confined to the manor, while Glen, now bound by duty, would continue to govern the palace. Though such an arrangement was made with great reluctance, the royal family had no choice but to grant their son the freedom he fought so fiercely to keep.

 

"Rito, are you awake? How are you feeling?"

 

As the boy sat gazing out at the moonlit sea, Glen entered the room, a small basket of grapes in hand. It was unheard of for a prince, even one living outside the palace, to serve anyone food himself.

 

"Lord Glen… Yes, I'm feeling much better."

 

"You always say that, but don't push yourself. These grapes were sent from the palace. I've washed them for you. I think they are showing too much concern for a son who ran away from home, but... they are really delicious. If you can eat, try one while they're fresh. You need to regain your strength."

 

"That's unnecessary, Lord Glen. I'm truly sorry for all the trouble I've caused you."

 

"What are you saying? It's my joy to care for the one I love. Don't you know that feeling?"

 

"Yes, I do. I know it well..."

 

Succumbing to Glen's gentle smile, Rito kissed him as he sat at the edge of the bed. Ever since they had come to live by the sea, Rito's heart ached to be near him, and each day he found himself drawn to Glen's touch. The prince was mindful of the boy's frailty, never pressing him, though recalling what they had done in bed once, he would whisper in his ear, "When you get better, I want to go all the way this time."

 

(How I long to heal quickly… to regain my strength… and once again be held by Lord Glen. To become one with him, fully, as we were meant to be…)

 

Glen peeled a grape, offering the sweet flesh to Rito, who, with each bite, felt the rich flavor fill him with warmth and sweetness.

 

"Is it good?"

 

Rito, smiling as the room filled with the fragrant scent of ripe grapes, answered joyfully, "Yes, very good."

 

Glen, having renounced his title and embraced this forbidden love, beamed with happiness. His expression was so content, so peaceful, that it seemed there was no need to ask if he regretted his choice. With tenderness, he wiped a drop of grape juice from Rito's lips, then licked his own finger.

 

"It's even sweeter like this."

 

"Oh, Lord Glen…"

 

"Would you like to taste it?"

 

With a mischievous grin, Glen popped a grape into his mouth, chewing slowly before leaning in to kiss Rito's lips, still wet with the sweet juice.

 

"Mmm…"

 

As their lips met, Rito felt the burst of flavor Glen had spoken of. The grape seemed to turn into rich wine, filling him with a sweetness that seeped into his very bones. Everywhere they touched, warmth blossomed, and soon their tongues finally intertwined.

 

Who are you, and why did you come with that forged letter of recommendation… Glen never asked. He had no need for answers, as if such matters were beneath his notice. He only gave himself fully to loving Rito with all his heart. And so, Rito, too, poured all his love into every touch, every embrace, every kiss, as if that were the only truth that mattered. For him, it was the greatest joy of all.

 

"Mmph… ah…"

 

Rito longed to belong to him, fully and completely. Though his heart yearned, his frail body was not yet ready for such closeness. Perhaps it was from spending too much time in the sea, bound in human form—his legs had grown weak, and they buckled whenever he stood. His arms lacked the strength to hold Glen as tightly as he wished, and it pained him deeply that he could not yet express the depth of his feelings through anything but their shared kisses, which only grew more fervent with each passing day.

 

"Nn… uh…"

 

Between their tender kisses, Glen's hand slid beneath the hem of Rito's nightshirt, tracing his slender thighs before slipping down his undergarments. The prince, ever mindful of Rito's frail state, was never reckless, neither by day nor night. Yet, this moment was drawn out, rich and full of anticipation… They indulged in gentle, painless caresses, their members pressed together, their arousal palpable as they rubbed against one another, savoring the closeness that spoke of love without words.

 

"Ah… no… this is…"

 

Half-undressed and laid back on the bed, Rito's legs were gently spread, and the prince's lips descended upon him. It was almost shameful, the thought of those noble lips engaging in such an act. But when Glen's tongue caressed him with skillful tenderness, the sensation was so overwhelming that reason seemed to flee from the boy's mind. With every stroke of Glen's tongue, the shame melted away, leaving only pleasure and delight.

 

"Ah… ahh!"

 

"How lovely you are… so many sweet places, so many charming expressions, but in moments like these, your reactions are the most enchanting of all. I could devour you whole…"

 

"F-fu… ah… no…"

 

As Glen took him deeper in, his lips reaching the base, Rito's head fell back, his golden hair spilling across the pillow. His breath came in ragged gasps as Glen's hands explored him, his touch drawing forth sighs and moans with every motion. Despite the exhaustion and the pain that might follow, Rito cared little. All that mattered was being held by Glen, to become one with him. At this moment, in this way, he wanted to seal their union within the depths of his very soul.

 

"Ugh… ah… ahhh…"

 

"Rito… I know you want me. I want you too…"

 

Glen, who had the boy's cock in his mouth, released it and slowly moved up to his chest, his lips trailing kisses across his skin. As his tongue teased an already hardened nipple, he murmured Rito's name in a voice rich with warmth.

 

"Lord Glen…"

 

The hollow between the two snow-white mounds that the brunette's hands were kneading ached unbearably. The young man had already begun to experience the joy of penetration. Over the past five days, the prince had explored this place many times, his fingers learning every sensitive spot. And now he was again opening the small bud with his wet fingers.

 

"Mm… ah… ahh!"

 

As Glen's fingers found that tender place within him, Rito could no longer hold back. When the prince's mouth teased his chest, and his fingers explored him deeper, the pleasure was too great, and the boy's body trembled with the force of his release. His limbs shook, beyond his control, his breath shallow and quick. He felt as though his entire being had spilled forth in waves, his body betraying him in its eagerness.

 

"F-fuah… ah… ahh…"

 

Even after his release, the pleasure still lingered, drawing out his climax in soft, pulsing waves. As Glen held him close, whispering how lovely he was, Rito could only shiver in his arms.

 

"I'm sorry, Lord Glen… your clothes…"

 

Rito, too weak to move, clung to Glen's shoulders, ashamed of having stained the prince's fine shirt. He tried to pull away, but his body would not obey, unable to move even an inch.

 

"Pay it no mind," Glen chuckled softly. "The only regret I have is that your seed spilled on my shirt and not into my mouth. Is it strange to be jealous of one's own clothing?"

 

With a mischievous grin, Glen leaned down and licked a drop from Rito's chest, gathering the evidence of his passion on his tongue. He swallowed it with exaggerated delight, as if savoring every bit.

 

"Ah… I don't like this…"

 

"Why? Would you refuse to swallow mine?"

 

"N-no, it's not that…"

 

"Then you understand, don't you? I'm so happy to see you find such pleasure in my arms. I want to touch you more, to see this blissful expression on your face."

 

"A-ah… ah…"

 

Glen's tongue trailed down from Rito's chest to his belly, his lips savoring the taste of him. Meanwhile, the evidence of Glen's own desire pressed against the boy's thighs, eager for a deeper connection, for a true union.

 

He couldn't believe that he had never experienced something like this before. Every instinct in Rito's body screamed that to join with Glen, to become one, would bring the highest joy and pleasure.

 

"Lord Glen… please…"

 

Burning with both desire and desperation, Rito felt as though he might be consumed by his own longing. The soft light of the moon and the flicker of candlelight cast shadows on his outstretched form, his legs parted in a silent plea.

 

"Rito…"

 

"Inside… deep inside, it's burning… aching… it won't stop…"

 

The young man reached out, trembling, to touch Glen's undergarments, though the act itself felt shameless. As his fingers brushed the firm bulge, it pulsed beneath his touch, as though it were a living thing. The prince's breath grew warmer, more ragged, as the hardness beneath Rito's hand swelled with each beat, becoming firmer with each passing moment.

 

"When you regain your strength, you'll run through the spring gardens, filled with flowers, and swim in the sea with me, just as you promised… And then… only then will we give ourselves fully to this."

 

Glen's voice, sweet yet trembling with restraint, spoke as though he had made a solemn vow within his heart. Yet, the resolve in his voice wavered, much like the flicker in his dark eyes. His desire, burning with intensity, was a flame that could not easily be extinguished. The hardness in Rito's grasp was as solid as stone.

 

"More than running and swimming… I want to belong to Lord Glen…"

 

"Rito…"

 

The prince, who lay above him, covered Rito's lips with his own. The kiss, more tender than ever before, brought tears to the young man's eyes. He fought to hold them back, knowing that a tear would surely turn into a pearl, and instead, he let the joy fill his heart. His hands moved instinctively, as though trying to press their bodies together even more tightly. One hand buried itself in Glen's dark hair, while the other rested at his waist. His legs parted wider still, welcoming the young man's embrace.

 

"Ugh… Ahh…!"

 

Rito's soft flesh, accustomed now to the prince's gentle fingers, gradually yielded. His own body, which had already released once in passion, throbbed with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Yet soon, his desire revived, and from the tip of his manhood, a clear, viscous fluid began to flow. He could feel it, the slick substance sliding down his skin, pooling at the place where their bodies would soon join. It moistened the entrance, making the impending union smoother, easier.

 

"Fuah… Ahh…!"

 

"Rito… my beloved Rito…"

 

With a deep push, Glen began to move within him. The feeling of the prince's firm length filling him so completely left Rito gasping, as though his very flesh was about to tear.

 

"Ugh… U-agh!"

 

But this was what he had longed for. The weight of the prince pressing down on him, the heat that seemed to leave a mark upon his very soul— all of it brought him a happiness beyond measure. Whatever pain he felt paled in comparison to the joy of what he received in return.

 

"Ah… ah… Lord Glen!"

 

"Rito… at last, we are one…"

 

The creaking of the bed mingled with the heavy breaths of the two lovers, their sounds entwined as one. The mer-boy sought the prince's lips, though the overwhelming sensations left him breathless at times. Glen's movements were like the rise and fall of a great wave, and Rito found happiness in every motion, every inch of the prince within him. With the stone-hard symbol of his passion, Glen poured his love into Rito, his desire made manifest.

 

It was an act that brought a happiness beyond words.

 

From this moment forward, every time Rito would find himself in Glen's arms, he would feel this love anew. From the burning depths of his body to the very core of his heart, every thrust would carve their love deeper into his soul.

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