LP 2.15 Mages of the Neutral Zone

His dazed, blinking eyes widened in surprise, then curved into crescent moons.

His pale face bloomed like a flower in full splendor, and he…

“Huh.”

His lips pressed together again. When he raised his head at the dull thud, the Mage was pushed back and pinned against a tree trunk. A sweet scent vibrated in the air. Was it the smell of flowers, or the Mage’s own scent?

The Mage was enchanting, and he felt desire for the Mage. Moreover, that damned incompetent Gosrick still hadn’t managed to procure the libido suppressant or whatever it was.

His hand was already delving inside the robe, wrapping around the waist. Kosha’s arm was draped around his neck, and his thigh was wedged between Kosha’s legs.

The soft flesh of his inner thigh felt against Kosha’s thin single-layer trousers was plush. So he wanted to press, rub, and push some part of his own body there endlessly.

“Ah…”

Lucian groaned, rubbing his forehead against Kosha’s shoulder. Short, vulgar curses followed. Fortunately or unfortunately, Kosha was too dazed to understand him.

He should stop. Get a grip. This wasn’t why he came here. Just to get some fresh air, to lift the Mage’s spirits a bit…

Just as Lucian desperately tried to pry off the arm wrapped around his neck, that soft, gentle arm…

“Mmm…”

The Mage clung to his body like a whining child. Perhaps it was just because his body temperature was high, and the Mage, whose body was cold, was clinging to him to escape the chill. But… Lucian’s hand went limp, strength draining away.

“…This isn’t why I came.”

His strained voice came out thickly muffled.

“Really, I have to go now. The time…”

But the Mage, with a dazed expression, tilted his head. With flushed cheeks, as if puzzled.

Well, the Mage would be the one most keenly aware of the state below. There was no way he could ride a horse in this condition. It would be difficult to even walk for long. The heavily aroused lower half wanted endlessly to rub against that soft flesh. His lower abdomen tightened, and his vision swam dizzily.

“Umm, Your Highness.”

Kosha whispered.

“Shall I help you…?”

“Help me?”

How? That was what he should have asked, but he had no energy left. The Mage smiled awkwardly, and rational thought ended there.

Where he dragged Kosha by the arm was an old subsidiary fortress standing on a hill. The wooden door was locked, but when Lucian irritably grabbed the doorknob and shook it a few times before kicking it, it opened with a creaking, strained sound.

The interior was dim and hard to see, but it seemed reasonably maintained. It was chilly as if no one lived there, but it didn’t have the characteristic dusty smell of a neglected place either.

But before he could even grasp the space, their bodies joined again.

Kosha had only intended to calm him a little with magical power… but if he wanted kissing more than that, he thought it didn’t really matter.

Anyway, he wanted to do as he wished. Whatever it was.

The robe slid to the floor. Kosha, breaking the kiss, tried to pick up the fallen garment, but Lucian grabbed his face and turned it toward himself.

“I’ll have a new set made for you.”

Or two sets. Maybe even three. That wasn’t an important issue. Lucian made him raise his arms and stripped off the tunic. Kosha, now in a flimsy, thin shirt, shivered.

Lucian took his hand and led it to his trousers. The seam of the trousers, already swollen from the center down to the thigh, looked ready to burst, and the warm heat was palpable through the fabric. The slightly cold, dry hand trembled. Even that was a stimulus. Ah… Lucian groaned as if scratching his throat.

“Um, Your Highness.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine.”

He placed his own hand over Kosha’s and pressed it more firmly against his lower body.

“Touch it. Like you do for yourself.”

He whispered. Like he does for himself? Kosha’s experience was shallow. In a life where you worried whether you could earn enough to eat each day, desire naturally took a back seat.

“Keep touching.”

The hand soothingly stroking his back moved downward. He had to address something that had been bothering him since earlier.

The inside of the Mage’s thigh.

That plush place when he had rubbed his thigh between them. He couldn’t be sure over the clothes. He had to take them off and check. To see if this thin body was truly plush only there.

His hand undid the drawstring of Kosha’s trousers. A simple ribbon knot came undone easily with one pull. Sliding his hand behind the waist and gently pulling the waistband, the trousers and single-layer underwear slid down together.

Kosha, suddenly half-naked, struggled a little, perhaps startled. Lucian pressed him down with his body, pinning him against the wall.

“You said you’d help. You need to cooperate.”

The help Kosha meant wasn’t this… No, it wasn’t…

The sound of a gulp was vividly clear in Lucian’s ear. He chuckled softly. Kosha, feeling embarrassed for no reason, tried to glare at him, but a large hand suddenly delved under the shirt that barely covered his buttocks.

Kosha’s body jolted.

“Huh.”

“Ah, this damn…”

Simultaneously, Lucian spat a curse through his teeth. The feel of the skin…

It was like cream churned for a very long time. Soft and smooth, as if it would crumple in his hand with just a little pressure. Are all Mages like this? Because their outer skin is weaker than a human’s?

His hand instinctively moved downward. The buttocks were just large enough to fill his palm, with flesh rising plumply. Why is it only here that you have fat? While your face has none. Instead of asking that, Lucian nuzzled the jawline and the nape of the neck with his lips.

He forced his hand into the barely creased area between the buttocks and thigh and groped the inner thigh. Compared to his own, the laughably thin legs were plush only in the inner groin. Is the feeling like this elsewhere? He pressed his forehead against Kosha’s nape and rubbed himself below.

But the hand Kosha had placed on his front kept losing strength. The clumsy movements, as if he’d never masturbated before, were frustratingly unbearable. Barely removing his hand from the thigh, Lucian pulled Kosha’s arm.

“Come here.”

“Ah…”

The dazed Mage dragged his feet as he was pulled along.

Inside the not-too-large fortress was a bedroom. Used as lodging for hunters or as a resting place when hunting parties were caught in the rain, the room was sparsely furnished with only the essentials.

The bed was a size suitable for Lucian alone, but that wasn’t a problem. What use is a large bed for something like this?

Anyway, neither of them was in a state to care about bed size.

Kosha was pushed by Lucian’s hand and plopped down sitting on the bed. Looking up from a seated position, the already large Lucian looked even bigger. Lucian fiddled with Kosha’s hair and earlobe with one hand while undoing the drawstring of his own trousers with the other.

The dazed Kosha came to his senses and tried to help. The front of his trousers was swollen and looked truly uncomfortable. To the point where he wanted to resolve it somehow. Even if he didn’t know how…

“You’re in a hurry too?”

Lucian chuckled. He pulled Kosha’s head, making his cheek rest against his own pelvic bone, and took out his penis. The excessively heavy thing sprang out with a thump.

What is this? Kosha blinked.

“Uh, uhh…”

Kosha, who had been slumped with his cheek against the front of his trousers, unconsciously straightened his posture. Focus returned in real-time to his dazed eyes.

Lucian, unconcerned, pulled Kosha’s hand.

“Touch it.”

“Huh-ah…”

“What’s wrong, shy?”

Lucian laughed softly and pulled Kosha’s hand. As the penis was pressed against the soft bare palm, tension gathered in his lower abdomen.

Kosha still looked flustered. His trembling hands, not knowing what to do, just grabbed the penis. Having no choice, Lucian, holding that hand over his own and moving it as if masturbating, asked jokingly.

“You saw it once before too, why so surprised.”

Well, yeah, that’s true. He had seen it once before. When that unjust incident stemming from a misunderstanding occurred between them.

But back then, he was so out of it, it was dark, and perhaps because he was startled, he thought he had seen something wrong. He thought he had seen something hideous, hideous, but assumed he was misremembering due to fear.

But he hadn’t misremembered. From the tip of the penis, which had been fully erect for a long time, a transparent fluid was already dripping.

“Um, Your Highness, if I may be so bold…”

Kosha asked in a trembling voice. The large thing even glistened, making it more hideous.

“Is this okay…? Is there no problem? A, a doctor… Is it really okay that this is…”

“Why, does it look problematic?”

Lucian frowned at the sudden nonsense. But his voice held a laugh. Of course, he was functionally perfect. Naturally, in terms of size, shape, and other aspects that could satisfy a partner…

But Kosha babbled more nonsense. Looking closely, his expression seemed not fearful but genuinely worried.

“Is this really normal…?”

Hair, it can grow. People with a lot of body hair have hair even on their stomachs or chests, don’t they?

The penis might be a bit large. Kosha knew well enough that to some extent, that was a point of pride for a man.

But it’s curved… Is that okay? It was only slightly tilted to the left, but it was still a bit worrying. And the color, this is, something’s strange…? Lucian’s skin was on the pale side. So why is the color only here like this? Unless necrosis was occurring because the penis was too heavy…

Of course, Lucian had no leisure to listen to that nonsense. A long finger pressed firmly against Kosha’s lips. Even then, the Mage obediently opened his mouth to the touch, was ridiculously easy.

Pressing the soft inside of the cheek and the tongue as if gauging the space inside the mouth, Lucian gently suggested.

“If you don’t want to touch it, do you want to put it in your mouth? Just the tip a little.”

This…? Kosha looked up at Lucian, bewildered. It didn’t look like something he wanted to put in his mouth, nor was it a size suitable for that.

Unlike that night, he didn’t force it. He just fiddled with Kosha’s tongue a few times and smiled a little.

“I guess it won’t work, right?”

“Ah!”

And Kosha’s body was flipped over in one go. Even though he was a grown man, Lucian handled Kosha like a paper doll. As a large hand grabbed his waist and pushed him up, Kosha’s body was now neatly positioned in the middle of the bed.

As his body was pushed, the shirt rode up. Embarrassed, Kosha fumbled to grab and pull down his shirt hem to cover his lower body, but Lucian was faster. A large torso wedged itself between Kosha’s pale, thin legs.

The faint light from the window barely reached the bed. Kosha’s face was flushed. From his face to his nape. That made him even more curious about what was under that single-layer shirt.

And the shape of the lower body he was desperately trying to cover.

Honestly, he couldn’t be sure. He’d been around men in the military for a long time, but he’d never been curious about a man’s lower parts. Rather, he was closer to not wanting to see such dirty things.

Even seeing that, could he still get excited? But it didn’t seem like something strange would be hanging under such a face…

“It’s okay, be good.”

As he nuzzled his lips against the cheek and ear, soothing him softly, the strength left Kosha’s hand. His hand delved into the inner groin. The smooth, velvety skin around the penis touched his hand.

…Smooth? Lucian, who was pressing down on Kosha and nuzzling his nape with his mouth, paused and raised his body. Kosha didn’t seem to have the presence of mind to stop him.

Pushing up the shirt without preamble, the revealed lower body had not a single strand of hair.

“…Ha.”

Lucian unconsciously wiped his face.

At the end of the pure white, smooth skin, a pale pink penis, half-erect, dangled. Not particularly thick or long, but not small either, it was an almost comically ideal size and shape in terms of form.

He swallowed a curse in his mouth.

“Are all Mages like this?”

“Huh…?”

He tapped the straight, unbent penis with his fingertip. The bewildered Kosha trembled and reacted sensitively.

He hadn’t asked expecting an answer anyway. Neither he nor Kosha would have occasion to strip another Mage’s trousers. Another Mage, just the thought was disgusting.

The pink penis, without a single unruly blood vessel, fit snugly in one hand. It was as if made for his hand. If he had something like this, it was understandable that he reacted that way upon seeing his penis.

Can’t be helped. Then the pretty one has to get sucked, what can you do? He continued his thoughts haphazardly. His heated head had long since ceased to function properly.

He never thought he’d have to put a man’s thing in his mouth… But this one is pretty and somehow even smells nice.

Lucian opened his mouth.

“Huaaah!”

Kosha startled and struggled. Even so, the soft thighs were easy enough to subdue with one hand.

When he took the penis into his mouth and rolled it around, the thighs trembled as if he’d never had his lower part sucked before. Liking that reaction, when he took it deep into his throat, the Mage squirmed his buttocks, not knowing what to do.

“Ah, uh, Y-Your Highness, ah…”

The smooth penis with a hint of pale pink looked like it would taste like light cream, but when actually put in his mouth, only a fresh scent lingered. Still, it wasn’t bad. After moving it in and out of his mouth a few times and sucking it out with a schlick, the Mage’s body jerked again.

Perhaps blood had rushed in, the penis, now a slightly brighter pink and thoroughly wet and shiny, looked quite good. Next time, it would be fine to sprinkle sugar on this and suck it. Lucian arbitrarily planned the next thing.

“Does it feel good?”

When asked that, Kosha shook his head madly. His expression was melting, so it wasn’t very credible. After shaking the wet penis a few times, he took the glans, now flushed red with blood, into his mouth again. Grabbing the struggling ankles, he even took off the socks and led them to his own lower body.

“You do something too.”

The velvety soles of his feet, impossibly soft for someone who supposedly chased geese around the countryside, pressed against his menacing penis. Even the startled feet wriggling was a stimulus. Lucian frowned and took the glans into his mouth.

He originally liked sweet things. Like sucking candy, he repeatedly took the glans into his mouth and spat it out, while his hands cupped the buttocks and crept downward. He knew nothing about sex between men, but finding a place to enter was almost instinctual.

It was when his saliva-wet fingertip delved into the cleft of the buttocks and touched the hole within.

“Huahk!”

Instantly, Kosha’s hand gripped his shoulder painfully. The fully raised glans brushed his lips and popped out with a thump, simultaneously, a milky fluid splattered onto the man’s face.

From the neat lips to the straight bridge of the nose above. The viscous liquid dripped.

In the moment of darkness after the climax, Kosha’s face, panting heavily, turned ashen.

“Um, Your Highness.”

“A bit embarrassing. What did you do to end up like this?”

Lucian wiped his face roughly with his hand and let out a laugh as if finding it absurd. He showed no sign of anger, but the mere fact that something unclean had been spilled on his face was enough to fluster Kosha.

“Huh? What did I do.”

I think I’m the one holding back longer. Lucian muttered as he got up. Kosha struggled along, but it was futile. He pressed Kosha’s chest with his wet fingertip, laying him down.

“You stay put.”

He began rummaging through a storage cabinet lined against one wall. Such simple lodgings in hunting grounds always have the most basic necessities. Including oil used for managing hands calloused from drawing bows.

After opening several drawers, he finally got what he wanted. It wasn’t freshly churned oil, nor a high-quality product, but when he scooped some and rubbed it in his hand, the quality didn’t seem too problematic.

It was a regrettable but unavoidable matter. Anyway, he was in a bit of a hurry too.