Chapter 9 - Prince Red Riding Hood

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Lil jumped down from the bed and hurried to the entrance, retrieving a large earthen jar. Though the size of the jar had been a nuisance during the journey, now he was grateful for it. In Vallcent, both milk and butter were costly, and pure white butter, especially favored by royals and nobles, required exceptional care to produce. Its high purity gave it a delicate texture and an exquisite flavor—surely Klaus would enjoy it.

 

"There's no spoon, I see."

 

Klaus took the jar and opened the lid, murmuring to himself. But rather than show disappointment, his eyes lit up as he scooped a bit of the butter stuck to the underside of the lid with his finger.

 

"I'm so sorry—I should've brought something to eat it with," Lil said quickly, stepping forward to stand before him, hiding his skin beneath the folds of his hooded cloak.

 

He couldn't help watching Klaus's movements.

 

The white lump of butter clung to his bronzed finger… and then his lips met it.

 

His tongue slipped out, smooth and deliberate, drawing the butter into his mouth where it melted in an instant. A glimmer of oil clung to his lower lip, catching the light, until his tongue flicked out once more and licked it all away.

 

Ah… What is this feeling between my legs…?

 

All Klaus had done was lick the butter from his finger—not exactly the most polite of gestures, but still nothing more than eating.

 

And yet Lil couldn't take his eyes off his fingers, his lips, his tongue. Before he knew it, he was mesmerized.

 

"This scent… incredible. The milk is so rich… This is truly excellent butter."

 

Klaus had said he liked butter—but judging by his expression, it was more than that. He was utterly enthralled, as if one taste had ignited a fire within him. No longer satisfied with the lid, he dipped his finger straight into the jar, scooping out more with unreserved enthusiasm.

 

It almost looked like he'd devour his own hand along with the butter. He took it in one bite, closing his eyes slightly in bliss before murmuring, "Delicious."

 

What… what's wrong with me? Why… why am I jealous of the butter?

 

A strange yearning bloomed in Lil's chest, accompanied by changes in his body he didn't fully understand.

 

He wanted to be the butter. To be scooped up by Klaus's fingers, to be tasted by his lips and tongue.

 

To roll across that nimble red tongue, melting slowly… savored to the last, swallowed completely.

 

"I-I'm so glad you like it. It'll make bread taste even better."

 

"If happiness had a form, I imagine it would look something like this."

 

"Yes, exactly… I'm so relieved."

 

Lil smiled, but deep down, an unfamiliar feeling had begun to sprout—something dangerously close to jealousy.

 

He couldn't stop wanting to be the butter. The more envious he felt, the hotter his body burned.

 

And between his legs, something had begun to stir with unmistakable firmness.

 

"You were just assaulted by men, and yet here you are, so carefree. How can you act like nothing happened?"

 

"…What?"

 

Lil froze at the word carefree, caught between relief that Klaus hadn't noticed his arousal and shame at being dismissed so bluntly.

 

Yes, perhaps he was acting carefree. His thoughts had turned to butter and lips and warmth instead of trauma. His behavior was strange. But that didn't mean he lacked his own perspective.

 

"I try to forget the bad things quickly. What happened to me… it's already a thing of the past. I'm all right now. But… to think there were people who hated the royal family enough to do something like that—it breaks my heart. I always thought the lottery was sacred, a way of choosing heroes through divine will. I believed being chosen as a sacrifice was an honor to be celebrated. I had no idea the reality was so different."

 

Even as he wrapped himself tightly in his long cloak to conceal everything, Lil answered with all the dignity of a prince. He tried to keep any strangeness from showing, but he wasn't lying.

 

He meant to repay Klaus and then return to the castle, where he would, as promised, do all he could for the people.

 

"You don't resent them for what they did to you? You could have them executed or tortured with just a word."

 

"Absolutely not…!"

 

Klaus, casually sticking his finger back into the jar and licking it again, said something outrageous.

 

Just watching his lips, his tongue, his fingers was enough to make Lil's knees want to buckle—but he forced himself to remain standing and responded firmly. "That would never happen."

 

"It was my own carelessness that made me linger and cross their paths, giving them the opportunity. But the fact that you saved me… and the chance to hear the voice of my people—that was the will of God. As a prince, my duty is to make sure no one else suffers as they did. I'll speak to my grandmother about it. I want her to understand what the people are going through. Perhaps we can stop choosing sacrifices by lottery and instead select from those who volunteer. There has to be a better way."

 

Speaking his thoughts aloud gave Lil confidence.

 

There were indeed people who yearned to be chosen as sacrifices, and if that was the case, then why not limit the drawing to those who were willing, who understood the risk and still stepped forward?

 

"If there were no volunteers, we'd have to find a different solution... but I think some people would come forward. The new system must be designed carefully to prevent persecution or scorn of those who choose not to volunteer. For example, no names of volunteers should ever be made public; only the chosen one would be celebrated as a hero. And it's not just Grandmother or the bishops and ministers we should listen to—I believe the people's voices matter too."

 

"So your head isn't completely full of flowers after all."

 

"...!"

 

Klaus's usually stern brows softened, and again he licked the butter.

 

Even as a look of bliss came over him from the rich taste, the moment his eyes met Lil's, his expression turned back to one of quiet displeasure.

 

Matching his words, he might have smiled a little, narrowed his eyes gently, showed some warmth. But he didn't, not in the way Lil had hoped.

 

His unreadable face gave away nothing.

 

Caught in those blue eyes, Lil could only hope that Klaus wasn't reading his heart in return.

 

He didn't want him to know—didn't want him to see not just the gaze, but the unspoken desire: to be scooped like butter by his fingers, licked, melted, and savored slowly.

 

Even while speaking noble and proper words befitting a prince, beneath the red cloak that concealed his naked body, his skin ached, jealous of the white butter Klaus favored.

 

"Beautiful... but those eyes are full of desire."

 

"...Desire?"

 

Klaus dipped his finger into the butter jar and scooped a dollop of white.

 

Lil flushed with joy at being called beautiful—and then immediately froze at the word "desire," uncertain of its meaning.

 

Klaus pressed the butter to Lil's lips.

 

"...Nngh... ngh..."

 

Surrounded by the rich taste and scent of milk, Lil clung to the butter-slicked finger.

 

He didn't know what desire truly was, but he thought he understood now.

 

This strange, heated feeling within him must be what the word meant.

 

It was probably the same as being "lewd" — not exactly something to be proud of.

 

"Haa... nn..."

 

"You may look like you're about to melt, with those misty eyes, but all you'll get is butter."

 

"Nn... ah..."

 

Klaus's whisper against his ear made Lil's knees tremble violently.

 

No matter how delicious the butter, it wasn't enough.

 

He didn't know what else he wanted—but his body craved something more.

 

At the very least, he wanted to taste Klaus's finger, so he kept his lips sealed around it, refusing to let go.

 

Making soft, wet sucking sounds that would never be allowed during a proper meal—or even louder, slurping sounds, seeking the flavor of the skin itself.

 

Delicious... he didn't know if it was the butter or the skin. But either way, it was all delicious.

 

Lil stroked the back of Klaus's hand, fingers trailing to the base of his. Overcome by desire, he let his tongue swirl around his finger, drawing it in as far as he could. Butter and saliva spilled from the corners of his lips.

 

"To think a prince who was attacked by three men, brought to arousal at his nipples and between his legs, is now sloppily sucking on the finger of a stranger from a foreign land... You're quite the shameless royal. I have a sharp nose—I can see right through that red cloak of yours."

 

"Nngh...!"

 

Klaus set the butter jar aside on the shelf and touched Lil's shoulder.

 

He pinched a section of the red cloak, lifting it to expose one side of Lil's naked body.

 

The satin, embroidered with gold thread and adorned with rubies, slipped from his shoulder and spilled down his back.

 

"Hah... fuh..."

 

The air, mostly shut out until now, kissed his skin. And just as Klaus had said, Lil realized that he was soaked between his legs.

 

He couldn't stop sucking on Klaus's finger, nor could he lower his gaze, but he knew.

 

In a state that seemed impossible, his arousal curved back toward his stomach, the tip already touching his abdomen.

 

Below that, he was drenched, knees slippery where they rubbed together.

 

"Impressive... soaked all the way to your knees. What kind of body do you have?"

 

"Nn... mm..."

 

When Klaus pulled his finger away, a wave of loneliness struck.

 

He could speak if he wanted, but he had no answer to give.

 

Still dazed, he couldn't stop himself from wanting more. Every inch of his skin ached for contact, shivering with anticipation.

 

"Your fingers... more..."

 

 

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