LP 1.9 The Most Glorious Knight

It wasn’t just fear that could make him like this.

His body tingled as if the blood wasn’t flowing, and gradually, he found it difficult to even bear the feel of the thin gown he was wearing. He was struggling to try and lift even the tips of his toes, which were pressing down on his lower abdomen.

Lucian bent down and grasped Kosha’s cheeks in one large hand. He pressed down firmly, and Kosha’s tightly bitten lips opened in a circle without resistance.

“I don’t have anything else to do right now anyway.”

No, just looking at Lucian’s condition, it seemed like he had a lot to do right away. Kosha desperately tried to shake his head.

“No, I’m a Mage— Ugh!”

Lucian’s fingers were shoved into Kosha’s open mouth. Without warning or courtesy. Lucian didn’t seem to have any intention of listening to Kosha.

His fingers were long and neat, looking as fair as those of a noblewoman at first glance, but the size of his hand itself was different from the start. Just his index and middle fingers filled Kosha’s mouth completely.

“Ugh, uuhk, ugh.”

The rude fingers scraped Kosha’s palate and pressed down on his tongue. It seemed like he was simply tormenting him, or perhaps gauging something. As the back of his hand pressed against his teeth, saliva that he couldn’t swallow dribbled down.

Kosha, flailing, tried to cling to his arm, but it didn’t budge. It was as if it were a tree trunk rooted in his mouth.

After probing the inside of his mouth for a while, the fingers suddenly shot out as quickly as they had come in. Cold air filled his wide-open mouth instead of fingers.

Cough, cough. Kosha curled up and burst into a fit of coughing. Nausea rose, and saliva dribbled down, leaving stains on the old wooden floor. He was afraid he would be beaten again for being dirty, so he unconsciously rubbed his sleeve to try and wipe it away, but then his face was grabbed again.

And Kosha’s expression hardened as he inadvertently looked down.

“Huh…?”

The front of Lucian’s pants was open. And in between… there was something. Kosha’s eyes, which had been blinking slowly, widened almost to the point of popping out the moment he recognized what it was.

“Uh, uh-oh.”

Mages and humans are indistinguishable, at least in appearance. So, perhaps the same was true between their legs. If it were different, they probably would have started by stripping people from the waist down when they were identifying Mages.

Kosha had never seen another man’s before, but he knew very well what his own looked like.

But what was in front of him now was… something that was hard to see as the same kind of organ as what he had.

Kosha was purely amazed as a man, almost forgetting the situation he was in. —Wait, really? That’s it? That’s how big it is? You carry that around with you all the time? It even looks a little, a little bent.

And ‘it’ wasn’t even fully erect yet.

“N-no, no.”

Lucian didn’t even pretend to listen.

“Open your mouth.”

Still holding Kosha’s chin with one hand, Lucian gripped his own and stroked it a few times. It was a perfunctory touch. Contrasted with his pretty hand, it looked even more grotesque.

The hand holding his cheek pressed down again, forcing Kosha’s mouth open. No, wait a minute. This doesn’t seem right…. But resistance was futile and meaningless.

“More.”

Even though he only bit the tip, his tongue was full. Lucian clicked his tongue.

“If you use your teeth, you’re dead.”

For something that would lead to death, his voice was somehow soft, constantly reminding him of the Lucian he knew. Kosha’s expression crumpled into a tearful one.

No, this isn’t Lucian. This is a troubled, sick….

He shoved his fingers into his already full mouth and pulled out his tongue. At the same time, his penis pressed down on his tongue and went in deeper.

…Magic, even magic.

His fingernails scratched at the floor. Creating fire magic wasn’t that difficult if there was a spark nearby. There were about two dimly burning lamps in this room.

He was planning to set a fire, even if it was just a small one, just enough to get out of this situation.

“Ugh, heup. Oop.”

A few futile gestures, and….

…Why isn’t it working?

His power kept shattering and scattering inside his body, then bouncing back out. It was a disconcerting yet familiar sensation. A tingling and stinging sensation on his skin. Where have I felt this before…?

But he didn’t have enough breath to think straight.

Saliva dripped from his mouth, and his tongue, crushed by the heavy penis, felt like it was cramping.

The grotesque thing was freely pressing against the inside of Kosha’s mouth. Compared to the strength of the hand gripping his hair, the hand that shook his head back and forth wasn’t that violent.

The glans went all the way to the base of his tongue, which led to his throat, and pulled out just before touching his uvula. That left about half of it still inside, so Kosha had to see the base of the grotesque thing from an excessively close distance every time his head was pressed back deeply.

Wanting to avoid it, he unconsciously moved his mouth and tried to lift his head, but the hand gripping his hair tightened again.

“Aren’t you going to do it properly?”

It was a threatening tone, but there was also laughter in his voice. It was hard to know what was so funny. The penis, which had seemed to be moving in and out while keeping a certain distance, suddenly pushed all the way into his throat.

When Kosha choked, Lucian laughed out loud this time.

“You’re going to have to take it at least once before Mylotte brings that damn Mage, aren’t you?”

His voice was almost ticklish, but the content wasn’t. Above all, that ‘damn Mage’ was right here—unless he went to get another Mage.

The conjunctiva under his eyes turned bright red, and his arms, which had lost all their strength, scratched meaninglessly at Lucian’s thighs. The only place he could cling to was a strange thug who was shoving his penis into his throat.

Physiological tears welled up in Kosha’s eyes, and his long eyelashes stuck together with the tears.

Kosha couldn’t bring himself to take it all the way, but fortunately, Lucian didn’t seem to expect that either.

After enjoying Kosha’s mouth for a while, the man pulled his head back. His neck was tilted back, and his mouth, which seemed like it couldn’t open any further, opened a little more, and the penis came out of his mouth.

“Hoo….”

And the rude man pressed his glans on Kosha’s tongue and stroked the shaft quickly with his hand as if masturbating. It didn’t take long to cum. Soon, thick, cloudy fluid spurted out towards his throat.

He leisurely finished ejaculating, rubbing his glans on Kosha’s tongue for a long time. The semen that he couldn’t hold in his mouth mixed with saliva and overflowed.

And finally, the hand that had been gripping his hair fell away.

“Keuh-heok, ugh, eu-eup, heuk….”

Kosha lost his balance and fell to the floor. Things that were indistinguishable from nausea or coughs burst out haphazardly. The things that had pooled in his mouth flowed down as they were, further dirtying the floor.

“Are you sure it’s okay to spit it all out like that? Shouldn’t you be taking it in properly?”

His voice was heard right next to his ear. When he turned around, Lucian was already right next to him. Sitting on one knee on the floor.

Suddenly, he realized that this was the first time their eyes had met so closely.

The strangely glistening blue-gray eyes, fixed only on him, felt somehow unfamiliar. Kosha was bad at reading desire, but he could tell that it was desire. And it was something that Kosha had never seen in his eyes during the years he had been chasing after him.

“I, I’m—”

It was the moment when Kosha opened his mouth, stammering with swollen lips and a hoarse voice.

The door burst open.

“Your Highness! Those Gaikrux bastards detained me! Lord Gosrick sent a Mage up, but it seems we got separated…!”

“…….”

The gazes of the two people in the room turned to the door at the same time. Soon, the gazes of the three people tangled messily.

“……?”

The gaze of the man, who looked like a scholar of about middle age, wandered confusedly between the two before stopping at Kosha.

“…Who are you?”

The bewildered voice, as if he didn’t know what was going on, shattered the remaining tension. Ha…. Lucian let out a short sigh and swept his hair back. His touch was thick with annoyance.

“Mylotte, get out.”

Mylotte…! Only that name was clearly heard. Kosha staggered and turned his body. Lucian’s hand brushed past him by a hair’s breadth.

“Wait, please. I’m.”

Kosha crawled frantically on the floor with his limp limbs. It was almost like wriggling. His body had been heavy since earlier, but now it felt like he was wearing heavy boulders all over his body.

The room was small, and it was only a few steps to where Mylotte was, but it felt endless.

“I, I, I’m a Mage. I’m a Mage.”

Mylotte’s expression twisted strangely. Seeing that, he suddenly wondered what kind of expression Lucian behind him would be making….

He couldn’t turn around in the end. The exhausted Kosha collapsed at Mylotte’s feet.