Chapter 17 - Prince Red Riding Hood

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Chapter 17

 

 

"Klaus... your features are different from those of the Vallcent people, but through my own values, I came to see you as beautiful, and I was drawn to you. You saved me from danger... you weren't afraid of my eyes. You looked straight at me. And even though I'm immature as a prince, and as a person, you've guided me with firm and truthful words."

 

"You give me too much credit. But... so what?"

 

"Even setting aside curiosity or desire, I am drawn to you. It could never be just anyone—it never could be. Please, believe me."

 

"And if I do believe you, then what? Even if I find you beautiful and charming... even if I admire your sincerity... that's where it ends. It won't go beyond that."

 

"I'll make it go beyond that. I'll work to become someone worthy of making you—of making a man—fall for me. I swear I'll speak to my grandmother about the suffering of my people and take action today without fail. So please, forgive me for putting myself first… and let me continue to love you."

 

Wanting to grow and be loved by Klaus, Lil choked back tears and declared his resolve.

 

Even if Klaus was not a hunter, he was still a visitor from a foreign land—he could disappear at any moment. Their time was limited; there was no room for delay.

 

It might be impossible to grow overnight, but even if he had to force himself, Lil knew he had to change.

 

He had to forge a deep enough bond to be loved—enough that Klaus would want to stay by his side. If not, then soon, they would have to part. He couldn't bear to lose someone like Klaus, who scolded him harshly from a commoner's perspective, who didn't flinch at his beast-like red eyes, who treated him without deference to status.

 

"If you want to make me commit a sin, then first turn me into a wolf."

 

"—Turn you into… a wolf?"

 

"When a man desires someone so desperately he can't afford pride or hesitation, he becomes a wolf. He pins down the one he loves, bites into their soft skin, and devours them to the bone."

 

Finally smiling a little, Klaus pushed Lil down onto the bed.

 

That bronzed face, like a finely carved statue, came close. Blue and red eyes met and connected.

 

Even today, Klaus looked Lil straight in the eye without fear, and spoke.

 

"I think I finally understand what the head chef and the woodcutters meant. They warned me that men can become wolves. Told me to be careful."

 

"You've become one yourself, haven't you? Can't you feel it?"

 

"I… have become a wolf?"

 

"You have. Even now, your ears and tail are sticking out."

 

"Wha—there's no way that's true!"

 

Lil hastily touched his head and ears, twisted his body to check around his waist.

 

But there was nothing unusual. Just in case, he looked at both hands—still the slender white hands of a human, nails neat and clean.

 

Of course, the 'wolf' was just a metaphor.

 

"In your case, you've become a female wolf in heat, despite being male. You've reached an age of awakening, and you found someone who makes you burn with desire—that's all it is."

 

"In heat…"

 

Even hearing such crude words, Lil couldn't get angry. It was too true to deny.

 

No matter what words were used—heat, lust—what waited at the end of that desire was him.

 

Desire born of love wasn't something filthy.

 

Though the gods did not permit nor acknowledge unions between the same sex who could not produce children, Lil had been taught since childhood that love was the most sacred thing of all.

 

He was aware of the sin within him—but he couldn't see it as something dirty.

 

It glowed brilliantly within his heart, urging him to grow. If that feeling wasn't something precious, then what in the world was?

 

"I… don't want to be the only one in heat. I want to turn you into a wolf, too."

 

Reaching out, Lil dipped his fingers into the butter jar, scooping out a lump without caring that it seeped under his nails.

 

Locking eyes with Klaus, who still loomed above him, he smeared the butter across his lips, his jawline, down his neck and chest in one sweeping motion.

 

"What are you trying to do?"

 

"You don't dislike it, do you? Me—or this?"

 

"I can never tell if you're humble or overly confident. You seem simple, but you're surprisingly complicated."

 

To Lil, being called overly confident felt unfair—he had a solid reason for what he was doing.

 

He remembered clearly what Klaus had said here just yesterday.

 

That he wanted to smear butter all over Lil's body and devour him whole from head to toe.

 

In other words, facing Lil's naked body had nearly brought out the wolf in him—his instincts stirred by desire for the one he loved.

 

"Klaus… Once I return to the castle, I'll speak to my grandmother. I swear it. Please believe me. As soon as you finish licking the butter, I'll go back. But just for now… let me stay with you."

 

"Now you're being terribly submissive. Not that it's a bad thing—but you don't quite seem like the prince of a kingdom."

 

"Even a prince must bow low when asking for a favor. You're not someone who works at the castle for wages. You're not even of Vallcent."

 

"Is that humility because of those unusual eyes you were born with?"

 

"Maybe… but mostly, it's because I love you."

 

"So the one who falls first is the one who loses, huh."

 

"Then I'll gladly lose. After all, I'm a poor excuse for a prince who failed to meet your expectations… I can't even compete with your favorite butter. So today, I'll be your spoon, your plate—whatever you like. Just like yesterday… taste me, as far as your god allows. Please, Klaus."

 

"Liladry…"

 

Whether it was the thick aroma of butter or Lil's words that tempted him, Klaus merely murmured his name, a wry smile playing at his lips.

 

As Lil began to say "Klaus" again, he was silenced—Klaus leaned in.

 

Lil had hoped for a kiss, but instead Klaus licked the melted butter from beneath his chin.

 

"Ah…"

 

"You go from dazed to dignified in an instant. You act humbler than anyone, but then invite me in such a bold way… You're unpredictable, like a child—makes me want to uncover your true nature."

 

"Ha… ah…"

 

"I'm interested in you…" That indirect confession was followed by a sudden kiss.

 

This time, it was unmistakable.

 

A kiss—deep and hungry.

 

"Ah…ngh…uh…"

 

"Mmh—"

 

Klaus, no longer holding back, kissed him with such fervor that Lil had no room to complain.

 

As Lil wrapped his arms around Klaus's neck, he could feel it—what Klaus craved wasn't just the butter. It wasn't his delusion or hope; this was real.

 

I didn't even put any butter in my mouth. Just smeared it from my lips down to my stomach... and yet, Klaus is sucking on my tongue. He's licking, tasting my lips and tongue that have long lost that flavor. He's savoring me—not the butter. The butter's melted away, shapeless now. And still, this... is what he wants? Is it me he's craving in this moment?

 

The kiss went on and on, stealing even the breath from his lungs.

 

Even as the last trace of white on Lil's flushed skin melted completely, Klaus didn't pull away.

 

"Haah... ah..."

 

"...Haa..."

 

Klaus's large hand pressed to Lil's chest, fingers and palm tenderly circling his nipple.

 

By the time their lips parted, Lil's whole body felt like it had melted along with the butter.

 

Seeing Klaus's uneven breath made Lil's heart flutter so much he thought it might dissolve, too.

 

"Haa... aah..."

 

Slick fingers caressed his stomach, tracing soft circles around his navel.

 

Those hands, slipping easily on oil, soon ventured beneath Lil's garments and underclothes.

 

"Mmm... ngh—!"

 

"This looks too tight. Best take it off before it gets messy."

 

No sooner were those words whispered than everything was pulled down.

 

His member sprang free, a burst of clear moisture landing across Lil's face.

 

He thought Klaus would call him indecent—but Klaus said nothing, instead bending Lil's knees and shifting closer.

 

Passing over Lil's butter-slicked body, he stripped away his clothes and pressed his face between his legs.

 

"Ah—ahh..."

 

"—Mmm..."

 

Klaus's hot tongue touched the base of Lil's pale shaft.

 

As it licked away the droplets trickling from the tip, it traveled slowly upward.

 

The pleasure, overwhelming and dreamlike, bloomed inside him like a flower.

 

Maybe Klaus had only been harsh because Lil wasn't fulfilling his duties as a prince. But what if he, too, harbored the same feelings? The thought felt presumptuous—yet Klaus's touch held undeniable desire.

 

It was Klaus who let him dream.

 

To be touched like this by someone you love... how could you not dream?

 

"Ah—no... ngh!"

 

His tender member was taken fully into Klaus's mouth, while warm butter was smeared against his rear entrance.

 

Drawn from the jar by Klaus, the butter had solidified just enough in Vallcent's cool air. At first, it was a solid chunk—but warmed by Lil's mucous membranes and Klaus's fingers, it softened quickly into cream, then nearly to liquid.

 

"—Ah...!"

 

Before it had completely melted, Klaus's fingertip slipped in.

 

He could feel one finger pressing at his center, parting him gently but unmistakably.

 

The finger passed through the narrow path of flesh, working deeper as it spread the warmth within.

 

"Klaus... a-ah...!"

 

Faced with a foreign presence inside for the first time, Lil's whole body tensed while he lay on his back.

 

With Klaus still holding his member in his mouth, he could barely even move.

 

"No... ah... not like that..."

 

As much as he couldn't ignore the sensation inside him, his shaft was being hungrily sucked in Klaus's mouth.

 

His tongue never stopped—licking, swirling, even teasing the tiny slit at the tip with careful flicks.

 

"Ha... haah... ngh..."

 

Pleasure and embarrassment surged together, dizzying him until he could hardly think.

 

The caresses to his member brought nothing but pleasure, but when it came to the entrance behind, his feelings were harder to define.

 

That strange sensation lingered, neither painful nor pleasant, before more fingers were added.

 

"Ah... ya...!"

 

His tightness stretched further, and the discomfort grew sharper.

 

Had it been anyone else's fingers, the feeling would have gone far beyond discomfort—it would have been unbearable. But because it was Klaus, it was embarrassing... yet somehow joyful.

 

Even if there were more intense sensations, even if it did begin to hurt—just knowing that Klaus desired him made it bearable, even welcome.

 

 

 

 

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