Chapter 25 - King Cinderella: Two Hearts Entwined in Sin

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Chapter 25

 

 

"Hh, ah…"

 

"—nngh…"

 

It had seemed the heat in their chests was all they had left—but as their lips met, warmth spread through their entire bodies.

 

Would the day come when God fully forgave their love? When Erald would be spared the death sentence, and see Chalon again? How much time would have to pass until then? The more he pondered the passage of time, the deeper their kiss grew.

 

"Khh, mm…"

 

"…"

 

The torment of the two weeks he had gone without seeing Chalon pressed down heavily on Erald's chest.

 

If such days were to begin again tomorrow and stretch on endlessly, he couldn't bear not touching Chalon's skin now. Before they parted, he wanted once more to share a feverish heat.

 

No matter what words were spoken, no matter how well they understood each other's hearts—it wasn't enough.

 

"Ah… ngh…"

 

Still astride Aston, Erald slipped his hand into Chalon's coat.

 

Between vest and shirt, he felt the quickening beat of his heart. His reason told him he should be a gentleman—but a more primal instinct surged within, a wild urge to tear away Chalon's clothes. He wanted to run his lips and tongue across that pale skin, but there was no way he could subject Chalon to such exposure under this bitter sky.

 

"Nn, ah… Erald…"

 

Even through the shirt, the sensitive bud of his chest began to react, making its presence known.

 

Erald pinched it as they exchanged broken kisses, and Chalon's shoulders jerked upward.

 

Chalon gripped the saddle, shifting forward and then back—his riding posture restless.

 

From his reaction, it was clear he was already feeling it.

 

"Prince Chalon… may I touch you more?"

 

"Erald… ah, ah…"

 

Chalon's eyes met Erald's directly, with a gaze too sure to believe in his poor sight. Through a thin veil of tears, his gaze sparkled like starlight. His dampening cheeks took on a faint blush, glowing like the red leaves under the moonlight.

 

"If I sense pursuers, I will immediately lower you from Aston and send him off at full speed. I swear I will survive and return to you."

 

Repeating his vow from earlier, Erald reached to touch Chalon's lower abdomen.

 

Thinking it wiser to remain mounted for warmth and a quick escape, Erald chose to stay atop Aston and gently caress Chalon's chest and genitals.

 

"—ah… Erald… ah, nn… Aston, I'm sorry… please, forgive us…"

 

Chalon bent forward and stroked Aston's mane, murmuring "sorry" again and again.

 

He did not push Erald's hand away. Instead, he slowly grew damp beneath his breeches.

 

"Prince Chalon… Aston… do you think he will forgive us?"

 

Chalon's back and waist trembled as he gave a small nod.

 

To be desired by the one he desired—such joy added fuel to Erald's burning passion.

 

He could wait no longer. He slid his left hand beneath Chalon's shirt.

 

He pinched the hardened peak of a nipple, while his right hand grasped the tender organ below and began to stroke it fervently.

 

"Hah… ah… fuh…"

 

Erald followed Chalon as he leaned forward, and pressed his lips to the nape of his neck between locks of his parted hair.

 

He licked that pale skin even under the night's shadows, sucked until red marks bloomed, and savored it with gentle bites.

 

"Ah, ah… Erald… if you keep doing that…"

 

"Prince Chalon…"

 

Still seated upon the saddle, Erald ground his hips forward, pressing his growing lust against Chalon's backside. Both his own stiffness and Chalon's in his hand were hot and rigid, mirroring one another.

 

His hips moved instinctively, and he burned with the need to bare Chalon's small, tender buttocks.

 

"Kuh, ah… ah…"

 

Not stopping at stroking the budding member, Erald gently teased the tip with his fingertip, drawing circles over the slit.

 

Then, he slipped his left hand into the breeches as well, playing with the small, yet eager organ with both hands, as if it still wasn't enough.

 

"Nn… mm…!"

 

Chalon let out a misty breath and lifted his hips slightly from the saddle. In that moment, Erald slid his hand even deeper into the breeches and undergarments, gently massaging the soft twin orbs beneath.

 

He waited eagerly for the moment of release.

 

"Ah, ah… ah—!"

 

Upon Aston's sleek, dark back, Chalon arched his body in a wave.

 

Erald's hand, now warm, was suddenly coated in a hot, thick fluid.

 

The sticky substance spread across his palm, weighted and rich.

 

"…Ha, ah, fuh…"

 

"It may feel a little cold now, but please bear with it."

 

Without needing to see, Erald could tell the essence clinging to his fingers was dense. He parted Chalon's coat and exposed his rear.

 

Though their bodies were pressed so close that he couldn't truly see, the image of those round, peach-like buttocks was seared into his memory. He had admired them often in the lakeside villa during their blissful days.

 

He remembered them not just with his eyes, but with his hands, cheeks, lips, and tongue. He recalled the shy bud between them—the shape, the hue, the way it expanded, contracted, and welcomed his fingers or something more. Every detail was etched into his mind.

 

"Ah, ah… no, ah…!"

 

Imagining that tight bloom, Erald cupped the hidden cheeks beneath the coat and brushed the slick bud with a wetted finger. As he pressed it in with a soft squelch, Chalon clung to Aston and lifted his hips again.

 

Perhaps unconsciously, Chalon's rear rose higher, exposing his previously hidden anus.

 

"Kuh, mm… ngh…"

 

"Prince Chalon, please don't force yourself… relax, and be at ease."

 

Gazing upon the quivering, over-arched waist and tightly clenched bud, Erald felt intoxicated by the pleasure he was about to experience.

 

Even as the tight ring of flesh swallowed his fingers, its tender charm stirred his deepest desires.

 

Despite himself, his movements became more hurried.

 

His manhood swelled with pressure, growing even thicker, harder—until it felt like it was forged of iron.

 

"Prince Chalon… please… don't ever forget me."

 

"Erald… how could I forget? We've sinned together… even in death, we'll go to the same world… So I will… wait for… y—ah… ahh!"

 

"Ngh—hah...!"

 

Overcome with emotion and unable to listen to the end, Erald surrendered to his excitement. He yanked down the front of his trousers and exposed his shaft. With Chalon's rear glistening with his own essence, he thrust in the proud tip of his member. He immediately gripped Chalon's slim waist with both hands.

 

"Hyaa... ha, nnngh... Erald...!"

 

"Don't forget this shape... this heat... I love you...!"

 

On the gently moving Aston, Erald lifted and lowered Chalon's body. Holding him tightly to prevent him from falling, he gradually moved their joined bodies, then began shaking Chalon with increasing force. As Chalon clung to the saddle and mane, gasping, Erald drove in deeper and deeper.

 

"Ah, ahh... kuh, nnngh!"

 

"Haa... nn... ah...!"

 

In the forest, where owls occasionally called, their breaths mingled with Aston's huffs.

 

Added to that were the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, of cloudy fluids dripping, and wet, sticky noises of their union.

 

Perhaps because Chalon's body kept rocking forward and back, Aston began to move as if following the rhythm.

 

"Yah... ahh... it's so deep...!"

 

"Kuh, nnngh... ah...!"

 

Just one step from Aston brought them closer together than expected.

 

Unable to maintain a proper posture, Chalon bounced like a child unskilled at riding. Erald's manhood was swallowed again and again into Chalon's depths.

 

"...Prince Chalon... if you tighten like that... I can't last long... I can't release inside you now, so please... relax more...!"

 

"Erald, please... let it out... inside me...!"

 

"But, that's..."

 

"It's alright... I want to remember all of you."

 

Erald had intended to release near the base of Chalon's back, but now trembled at his plea.

 

Overwhelmed with the feeling of being loved more deeply than ever, he braced both feet in the stirrups and pulled Chalon's pale rear onto his raging desire.

 

"Hiih, aah... aaah!"

 

"Nnngh... kh...!"

 

With each deep thrust, Chalon's semen and Erald's own spillage mingled, making lewd, slippery sounds.

 

Lifting his hips just slightly, Erald plunged himself all the way into the feverish, yielding flesh. Even as he longed to climax, he resisted, prolonging the moment.

 

He wanted to draw out the time they were joined... to make Chalon feel more... even wishing it would never end.

 

"Nn, ahh... nnngh!"

 

"I may never have reached this deep within you before..."

 

Panting heavily, Erald pressed more of his weight into the stirrups and pushed forward again.

 

Aston moved forward once more, but Erald had no room to pull the reins, and Chalon did nothing to stop the horse either, allowing their union to continue atop the moving steed.

 

"Ah… it's… it's so good...!"

 

Even during their lovemaking, the usually modest Chalon couldn't hide his pleasure.

 

Though faint, he clearly said, "Good," then leaned upward.

 

"Ah…ahh...!"

 

Erald thrust even deeper into Chalon's hips and came to a halt at the deepest point.

 

He could no longer hold back—he released in full, pulling Chalon's upright body into a tight embrace.

 

"—Ugh...!"

 

"Ah… it's… so hot…"

 

He slipped his hand beneath Chalon's opened vest and shirt, pinching his nipple firmly.

 

Even as he came, Chalon turned to seek a kiss.

 

Erald desired it just as much, and their lips met, lost in intoxicating ecstasy.

 

"Nnh… fuh..."

 

"—Mm..."

 

They kissed over and over, mouths ravishing each other, tongues entwining as if to bind them together.

 

As Chalon slowly opened his narrowed eyelids, tears streamed from his eyes, and Erald's chest tightened. The sorrow of parting washed over him anew, and he couldn't help but bite down gently, as though clinging to him.

 

 

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