LP 2.16 Mages of the Neutral Zone

When he returned with the oil bottle, Kosha was awkwardly half-sitting up.

As was typical for upper-class sexual encounters, Lucian was fully dressed in his shirt and trousers, but Kosha wore only a loose shirt. The sight evoked a lewd mood.

Bare legs exposed, legs spread, wantonly.

Though it was he himself who had stripped Kosha so, he climbed atop the mage’s body, blaming him as if it were his fault. Pressing down with his full weight, Kosha was flattened without resistance.

Lucian buried his face against the nape of Kosha’s neck. Perhaps his body temperature had risen, for his unique sweet scent had grown stronger. His painfully heavy erection pressed against the tender inner thigh of the mage. Seizing the moment when the mage gasped from the pressure, he slipped his hand beneath the buttocks.

His oil-slicked fingers gently caressed the hole between, while simultaneously rubbing his erection against the thigh. Kosha’s pink, sensitive cock, trapped between their bellies after climax, was smeared this way and that.

Unable to bear the excessive stimulation, Kosha clung to his neck and whimpered, and Lucian felt he could come from that sound alone.

Each time the excited Kosha panted, his belly tightened, and he could feel the small hole catching on his fingertip twitching and loosening and tightening in response. Repeatedly pressing and rubbing the hole with his slippery fingertip, Lucian thrust his hips against Kosha’s groin.

“Haa….”

He barely swallowed the curse that threatened to spill. He knew mages had softer skin than humans… but were their bones and muscles all soft too?

The lower hole, having been soothed just a little, was already twitching and opening. One finger slipped inside. It seemed two might fit easily soon.

To have such a promiscuous body and be alone in that backwater countryside… Clenching his teeth at the rising thought, his thrusts quickened.

“Ah, y-your Highness. It’s strange. Ah….”

“Yeah, ngh, I know. Just a little, hoo….”

The erection rubbing against the groin was now thrusting against the perineum and below the scrotum. Perhaps pre-cum had overflowed, for the lower area was slick even without additional oil.

The moment two fingers barely managed to dig inside the hole, the erection that had reached its limit ejaculated.

Having held back for so long, the climax was prolonged. Dizzy from the sensation, he gasped and bit Kosha’s nape. He could feel, through the single finger that had penetrated, Kosha’s body trembling violently and the hole clenching tightly.

Even after coming, his vision swam.

When he finally lifted his body, the thoroughly spilled semen stretched stickily between them like glue. Kosha’s shirt, tangled from his thrusting, was pulled up, fully exposing the pale lower belly, and below it, the pretty cock was standing red and erect again.

Well, that was fortunate. It wasn’t going to be a one-time thing anyway.

Sweeping back his sweat-damp hair, Lucian positioned himself again between Kosha’s legs. Grabbing the thighs and pushing them up, the body naturally folded in half, revealing the hole perfectly before his eyes.

The reddish sunset light streaming through the window illuminated the oil-smeared, glistening white buttocks. The open hole between the buttocks, which looked like they would feel soft and round to the touch, was a pale pink, the same color as the glans.

Just seeing that alone revived his erection, twitching and craving entry.

“…How are you.”

For a moment, he felt the impulse to put his mouth there, but that was an unfamiliar act even to him. Somehow, it seemed it might startle the other. And the first encounter should be handled with care, after all.

Scooping oil onto his hand, he rubbed the hole soothingly, then naturally pushed inside. Perhaps because the body was relaxed, two fingers slid in at once. However, Kosha’s startled, flailing reaction was a separate matter.

“Y-your Highness? Again, again…? There…? Ngh.”

“Mmm, again.”

Lucian half-heartedly soothed Kosha. He needed to focus on this first-time experience and had no room to be considerate. Fortunately, Kosha gave up resistance, whimpering and going limp after just a few rough squeezes of the plump, taut scrotum.

Once two fingers could smoothly move in and out of the soft hole, impatience grew. He wedged the mouth of the oil bottle into the wriggling hole and tilted it. The unfamiliar sensation of liquid flowing inside must have felt strange, for Kosha let out a “Hwaak!” and thrashed his legs.

The soft body gradually relaxed.

By the time three fingers could move in and out without issue, the lower area was completely soaked in oil, making squelching sounds. Lucian’s hands were also drenched in oil. Looking for a place to wipe the remaining oil, he ended up stroking his own erection a few times with those hands.

Semen hardened after ejaculation, fresh pre-cum, and oil mixed into a mess, making the weapon-like erection glisten. But this time, he didn’t particularly want to show this state to the mage.

And rightly so, for asking to put it in the mouth and asking to put it down below were demands of a different dimension.

Naturally, he climbed atop Kosha’s body. Though he tried not to show the lower ejaculation, the moment the tip of his glans caught on the slack, relaxed hole, the mage turned pale.

“Y-your Highness. There…? Why, r-really…?”

“Shh… It’s okay.”

Even if it wasn’t okay, he had to make it okay. Rubbing his lips haphazardly against Kosha’s chin, lips, cheeks, and ears, Lucian whispered soothingly.

“Do you dislike it?”

“Th-that, ah… that.”

“Or are you just scared?”

The whispering voice asked. Much deeper than usual and with ragged breath, it clearly conveyed that he, too, was holding back intensely.

“Is that different…?”

Kosha panted and asked back. Lucian pressed down with his full weight and chuckled softly.

“It’s different.”

“H-how.”

“If you dislike it, I won’t do it….”

As he pushed his hips slightly forward, the tip of his glans tightly caught on the gaping hole. Despite saying he wouldn’t do it, it seemed ready to thrust in any moment. As the hole tightened and stimulated the glans tip, Lucian moaned and bit Kosha’s earlobe once more.

“If you’re scared, I’ll make it not scary.”

“…….”

“So you’re just scared?”

And Kosha… could only nod. As if praising him, Lucian pressed his lips to Kosha’s forehead, then gripped his shaft and tensed his hips. He felt the glans being sucked into the hole.

“Hhuuaa….”

He roughly embraced the mage clinging to his neck and soothed him. For a moment, the rustling fabric between them felt cumbersome.

Upper-class sexual education didn’t cover such situations, so this was unfamiliar to Lucian as well.

Originally, upper-class sexual education was extremely one-sided, efficient, and solely for procreation. Same-sex relations weren’t included in the curriculum, stripping completely was considered vulgar, and unnecessarily prolonging sexual pleasure was discouraged.

But… what if I want skin-to-skin contact? What if the mage is startled by my approach? We’re not going to procreate anyway. What if the mage prefers taking time? Thoughts jumbled chaotically in his head.

Meanwhile, his erection had burrowed inside the hole up to the point where it began to curve slightly. Kosha groaned. The tightening pleasure was dizzying, but the mage trembled so much he couldn’t recklessly pound in.

It was the moment he tried to somehow soothe the overly tense mage.

Suddenly, his head spun as if struck by a hammer. Immediately, his vision swayed, objects appearing double then overlapping repeatedly.

“Ngh….”

An unfamiliar yet familiar feeling. Lucian, who had stopped mid-insertion, pressed his forehead. With the last shred of rationality, he turned his head and looked out the window.

The sky, with only a sliver of dawn remaining, was more than half stained dark blue.

The sun had set.

…That damn Love Potion.

His mind, too, grew distant like the night sky. Should I stop now? Pull out now? That was the last rational thought that crossed his mind. There was no more room for judgment.

“Your Highness…?”

It was the moment when Kosha, barely managing to breathe, called out to him in confusion. A large hand grabbed Kosha’s pelvis and pulled it forward.

“……!”

“Haa….”

A soundless scream and a satisfied moan tangled together.

While the soft thighs trembled violently, distinct abdominal muscles tightened and twitched.

“Ah… hoo.”

Yes, this is it. The feeling he wanted. Consideration, nonsense. Such concepts were completely erased from his mind. Immediately satisfying the urgent desire became the primary task.

“Ah, y-your Highness, n-no, no. Ah!”

The erection that had plunged deep in an instant began thrusting inside. Though he forced it in, perhaps because Kosha’s body was naturally narrow, his erection still had about two segments left outside.

He clicked his tongue. The mage’s insides were hot, wet, incredibly tight, and also soft. This kind of sexual pleasure was absolutely a first. The root of his shaft, deprived of such luxury, kept trying to push deeper inside. He wanted to press the soft buttocks firmly against his groin.

As he slowly thrust his hips and pulled the pelvis once more, Kosha flailed as if about to choke.

“Hh, ah, ack! Ah, a-ngh!”

“Why, does it hurt? Not good?”

He wasn’t asking out of consideration.

“A little, try, hh, to feel. Hmm? Relax.”

I’m thrusting in so earnestly. The glans mercilessly stabbed inside. He focused only on going deeper without pulling back much. Kosha felt an illusion of his stomach being pressed down. It felt like his body would break.

Damn, damn Love Potion…. The same thought that crossed Lucian’s mind also flashed through Kosha’s muddled head. The only reason the gentle Lucian who had been soothing him would suddenly act like this was that.

It was his fault, clearly it was, but…! No matter how much he liked Lucian, this was a bit much!

He struggled to push him away, but Lucian grabbed Kosha’s wrists and pinned them above his head, subduing him. It seemed like a careless motion, but he couldn’t move.

Truly, he couldn’t move.

The feeling of being heavily weighed down. The blood in his entire body standing on end, senses rising sharply, the feeling of chains wrapped around his limbs. Mana at his fingertips rose and faded repeatedly like disobedient flint, tick, tick.

…Mana won’t move.

Right now, he could probably cast an impotence curse on Lucian, but he couldn’t use magic. Feeling as if his lungs were being crushed, Kosha gasped for breath.

This had happened before. When there was injustice between them. And also when they kissed afterward. Kosha couldn’t use magic every night then. He thought it was his own problem back then, but not this time. Until just a moment ago, he could accelerate tree growth….

“Y-your, n-ngh, haahk. Nngh.”

Rather, he felt he understood what this sensation resembled.

“I-Idelma Gold. Hh, ah, ah!”

Even while speaking, he felt the flow in his body continuously disturbed. It couldn’t be just because of the erection stirring him below. That chilling sensation when he was first brought to the capital, when he wore shackles made of Idelma Gold.

Kosha clung to the neck of the man completely immersed in stirring him below. It seemed he wouldn’t listen unless he pressed his lips to his ear.

“Idelma, hhk, Gold, mmgh! Have… ah!”

He tried to ask if he had it now. Lucian randomly bit and licked Kosha’s neck and cheeks.

“What? What’s that?”

He asked dismissively.

“In bed, haa, calling another’s name?”

The sole source of that mineral, the natural enemy of mages, was located in his territory, Callot. Originally, he knew better than anyone about it, but his head wasn’t in a state for such normal thoughts now.

“Not focusing, haa, hmm?”

Lucian, who had been thrusting in and out without consideration, for some reason pulled off the already damp shirt from over Kosha’s head.

Kosha was now completely naked. The areolae on his flat chest were a pale pink. The stiffly erect nipples above were very small. Lucian spat a vulgar curse and pulled off his own shirt from behind his neck, throwing it aside.

His naked body, woven with heavy muscles, was fully revealed. He pressed his body down again. As if trying to rub the very small, protruding nipples against his own body.

When his already heightened, sensitive body was stimulated even on the chest, Kosha screamed. The contact of body temperature was a greater stimulus than expected.

Despite the inconsiderate act, the mage’s soft body repeatedly tightened and loosened softly around the invading erection. From some point, his insides felt ticklish.

Inside, deeper inside felt itchy, he wished his hard glans would go even deeper inside, such strange thoughts arose. Kosha unconsciously wriggled his buttocks.

“Ahh, ngh! Ah, your Highness! Ah!”

“Tight, fuck….”

He needed to pee. It felt like he had to go to the bathroom. He wanted to close his legs, but because of the man positioned between them, all he could do was tighten around his waist. His insides kept itching, the glans tip was sensitive, and his lower belly, unable to endure any longer, tightened fiercely.

“Ah, ah! Mmgh, ah….”

“Ngh….”

Unable to withstand the excessive tightness, Lucian thrust his erection deep inside and came. Even though it was the second time, the climax was prolonged. Kosha stared blankly at the man’s frowning face as he ejaculated inside him with an unreal sensation.

And also the strange feeling of something familiar, mana, finding its place inside his body.

“Ah…. Really….”

And it was when he slowly rose from atop Kosha. Click, a feeling like a lock clicking into place echoed in his head.

This sensation, too, was as familiar as the feeling of his head being covered in blackness.

Reason, etiquette, education, all those human shells returned Lucian’s head to its proper place.

“Ah.”

Only then did his vision clear considerably.

It wasn’t simply because he had relieved his sexual desire.

The mage, whose lower body was a complete mess of semen and oil, came into view. Perhaps a little water had been splashed, for the white belly was clearly wet, and he was sniffling as if half out of his mind.

…The first encounter should be handled with care.

Because, if you mess it up… isn’t it something that could lead to the other saying they’ll never do it with you again?

Of course, Lucian was in a position where he could bring anyone to bed if he wished…. But still, so, in this case, it’s a mage. Because it’s a mage….

Countless thoughts arose simultaneously, then flew away as if bleached white in an instant. Lucian moved his lips, unable to find words.

Meanwhile, each time the mage sniffled, tension entered his flat belly. Originally, he had a slender frame. Each time his belly tightened, it inevitably stimulated the part of him buried inside. It was torture fair to both.

“…A-ngh!”

He tried to pull his body back first, but as he withdrew, the glans tip scraping the inner walls stimulated Kosha, who trembled violently and thrashed. Startled, Lucian stopped moving and stretched out his arms. He wrapped his arms around Kosha, embracing him.

“…Sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Mmgh…!”

Though such a sincere apology from his lips was truly a long time coming, it wasn’t very effective. Lifting Kosha up while holding him, the added weight deepened the penetration. With his legs spread wide and seated on Lucian’s thighs, Kosha trembled from his toes and seemed about to die again.

“Shh, it’s okay.”

“Hh, nngh… y-your, hhuu.”

Roughly patting his back to soothe him, Kosha clung to his neck and sobbed. Their skins, damp with sweat and various fluids, pressed tightly together.

“Y-your, y-your Highness.”

Kosha, barely regaining his senses, stammered. The surroundings were still dark, and there was no lighting. He didn’t even know where to find a candlestick. Only the faint moonlight streamed bluish through the window, but each other’s appearances were painfully clear.

Kosha, barely steadying his breathing, stared into Lucian’s eyes. He tried to find any abnormal symptoms in those gray-blue eyes, but aside from a lingering hint of excitement, he seemed his usual self. Kosha asked.

“Your Highness, are you in your right mind…?”

He wanted to ask if he was free from the elixir’s influence, but upon saying it, it somehow sounded like an accusation. Naturally, Lucian didn’t mind.

“Probably.”