Chapter 10 - Prince Red Riding Hood

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Driven by the need to touch and be touched, Lil held Klaus's hand and pulled it closer.

 

His lips and tongue, trembling from the loss, longed to suck again.

 

The taste of the butter was already fading, but that didn't matter. He just wanted to take that finger into his mouth.

 

That former version of himself, who only wished to be close friends with Klaus, was gone.

 

He wanted something more. For now, he wanted his finger—wanted to suck every drop of him.

 

"That's not what you really want though, is it?"

 

"...What?"

 

"Guess you wouldn't know, being a virgin."

 

Klaus let out a bitter smile and bent slightly toward him.

 

Those sapphire eyes and full lips drew near.

 

Ah, how beautiful he is—that thought was all Lil could manage before his half-parted lips were claimed.

 

He had been about to suck on Klaus's finger again, but what met his lips and tongue now was something far warmer, more enthralling than any finger.

 

He's kissing me. A kiss, something only meant for someone you vow love to...

 

The moment he realized it was a kiss, it wasn't just his tongue that was drawn in. His heart was, too.

 

Those thick, tender lips made Lil's crumble like sugar candy.

 

"Hah... mm... ah..."

 

Sometimes forceful, sometimes tender, Klaus's mouth toyed with his lips, reshaping them with each movement.

 

When he finally pulled back, Lil's lips bounced back into shape like petals in bloom. Perhaps that was the allure—Klaus repeated the action again and again.

 

Before he knew it, Lil was lying on the bed, kissed deeper than ever before.

 

"Nn... ahh..."

 

Head buried in the red hood behind him, Lil felt his naked body pried open.

 

Klaus's hand brushed behind his knee—where the woodsmen brothers had once touched him. Yet even in the same bed, with similar gestures, being touched by Klaus felt different.

 

It was embarrassing, yes, but he wanted Klaus to claim every part of him anew. He wanted those same places seen and touched—only now, by him. He didn't want the memory of the others to remain.

 

If Klaus touched him, looked at him, he felt even the stains of the past could be wiped clean.

 

So hot... it's a wonder I haven't melted.

 

Klaus's tongue and hands weren't just a figment of his imagination—they burned where they touched.

 

In the chill of the watchtower, Klaus alone radiated heat, and Lil clung to him, gasping soft breaths of his own.

 

"Ha... ahh... nng..."

 

The kiss grew deeper, more intense, and Lil lost track of his position, of Klaus's hands.

 

He tried mimicking Klaus's tongue, threading his fingers into his hair—but nothing lasted long.

 

Each new touch sent shocks through his limbs, forcing him to recoil, and he lost Klaus's tongue and hair in the process.

 

"Ah... ahh!"

 

A rich aroma tickled his nose—the scent of butter.

 

Thick, luxurious white butter, fragrant like milk and happiness, was smeared across Lil's chest.

 

It had been a firm scoop when taken from the jar, but upon touching his taut nipples, it began to melt.

 

"Fhaa...!"

 

"What a sinful, sensitive body you have. Soft as a newborn's, all over. Makes me want to coat you in this butter, head to toe... and devour you whole."

 

"Ahh... Klaus... please... not there..."

 

"Not there? Where?"

 

While teasing his nipples with the pads of his fingers and the tips of his nails, Lil opened and closed his mouth over and over.

 

He wanted to say what came next—he really did—but the words wouldn't come.

 

He might've reflexively tried to say "don't," but that wasn't the truth.

 

He couldn't beg for more—not out loud—but the truth was, he wanted it.

 

"Ahh... Klaus, please..."

 

"If you want something, you'll need to say it clearly."

 

"...My chest... where you touched me... all of it... please... touch me."

 

"The Red-Hooded Prince with ruby eyes... to think someone so pure and noble would beg to be fondled by a man he's just met."

 

"Ahh... am I... a bad boy?"

 

The word "Red-Hooded" that Klaus used wasn't just a reference to Lil's cloak—it came from a foreign tale across mountains and seas, where a disobedient child met misfortune.

 

Even in Vallcent, there was a fable involving a red hood: A girl who loved the forbidden color red tricked her near-blind grandmother into making her a crimson cloak. Mistaken for royalty, she was kidnapped and sold into slavery.

 

"I might be wearing a red hood, but... I'm not a bad kid..."

 

"Aren't you? Good kids don't stray from the path. Good kids don't seduce men."

 

Lil couldn't bring himself to deny it. It wasn't just anyone he wanted—it was Klaus. Even if he hadn't meant to, it was true that he desired his touch.

 

"There are pleasures good children will never know. Once you taste the delights reserved for the wicked, you can never go back."

 

"Fuaa... ahn!"

 

The butter had completely melted, and Klaus's fingers began to glide more smoothly.

 

His index finger slid across Lil's chest, followed by the middle and ring fingers, each tracing the soft rise and fall of his form.

 

The tiny, pale-pink peaks were caressed without resistance, only to be flicked gently on the return pass. First slowly, then with spreading motion, his hands began gliding over the flat planes and pointed peaks like an expert in scented oil massage.

 

"Ah, ah... ahh—!"

 

All ten fingers and both palms wandered over Lil's chest.

 

Catching the light that streamed in, his mingling skin gleamed with an almost lascivious sheen.

 

And then, Lil felt it—the heat of something white and wet spattering across them.

 

"...Ah..."

 

For a while, he couldn't comprehend what had just happened.

 

On his shimmering skin, pale, viscous fluid pooled and traced glistening lines.

 

Klaus's hand, stilled on Lil's chest, was dirtied white—its bronze hue making the mess stand out even more.

 

From elbow to wrist, the liquid oozed down, and within it were translucent, gelatinous clumps that didn't melt like butter.

 

"W-What is this...?"

 

Alongside the buttery scent came a faint, bitter musk, and Lil became suddenly aware of his own release.

 

His genitals had ached so much it had hurt—and now, that ache had erupted into overwhelming pleasure.

 

They still throbbed, but it was different from before. Now they trembled with fulfillment.

 

"Did I... do this?"

 

He didn't need to ask. His eyes confirmed it—the tip was still leaking the last traces.

 

A sharp spurt had struck his swollen nipple, leaving it coated in white.

 

It looked like a mountaintop kingdom, dusted in snow even in midsummer—pure and blanketed in white.

 

"That's your semen. Despite your delicate look, you let out quite a load."

 

"My... semen..."

 

"Also known as sperm. Though spilling it on your own chest doesn't really serve any purpose."

 

"...But it felt..."

 

"—Felt what?"

 

Even if it meant nothing, it felt really, really good—Lil conveyed this through his gaze, and saw understanding flicker in Klaus's eyes.

 

"A boy reaching climax just from having his chest teased—that's a pleasure only bad boys come to know."

 

Still pinning Lil beneath him, Klaus's lips curled in a wicked smile.

 

Staring at that smile, Lil realized with all his heart: he was fine being a bad boy.

 

Of course one couldn't go back after tasting something this euphoric.

 

Being good... probably meant being boring.

 

The satisfaction of being praised for good behavior couldn't possibly compare to the intense pleasure he had just experienced.

 

"Ah...ahh...nh...!"

 

"—Nngh."

 

Klaus leaned down and pressed his face against Lil's chest, flicking a nipple with the tip of his tongue.

 

He licked up the milky fluid that clung to it, savoring it as he had the butter.

 

Seeing this, Lil writhed in delight, overwhelmed that his wish had come true.

 

It was just as he had imagined.

 

He was being tasted—licked all over like rich, melting butter, relished slowly, and finally swallowed down.

 

He was being devoured as if he were something delicious.

 

Yet, even that didn't satisfy the craving within him. His body longed for something deeper, something stronger.

 

His instincts screamed that even greater pleasure awaited.

 

"Klaus...ah, ah...!"

 

"—Mmm."

 

Klaus's tongue slid across his skin, flicking his nipples again and again.

 

Butter and semen mixed on his body, only to be cleaned away by Klaus's tongue, not a drop left behind.

 

His chest, his stomach—everything became slick, then gradually turned smooth and clean.

 

The cool air brushed against his exposed body.

 

Like this... all the way down... I want him to lick me... to touch me.

 

Lil had never known anyone to touch his private parts for anything but cleaning.

 

He'd certainly never imagined licking or being licked.

 

Yet now, he wanted it—badly.

 

More than that, the aching between his lower cheeks—where his most sensitive opening lay—grew unbearable.

 

Deep inside... it's burning. Tingling...

 

His knees parted on their own. Boldly, he spread his legs wide.

 

He couldn't stop the need for touch, and waited, trembling with anticipation.

 

Even if not everything was fulfilled—just a little more... just a little more touch from Klaus would be enough.

 

"That's enough. You're going home for today."

 

 

 

 

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