☆、(23 Fresh Coins) The Sigh of the Rose (Sexy, Last Update, Final Chapter)
Adam shuddered, reflexively trying to pull his hand back, but the pained expression on that beautiful face rendered him unable to move. He could resist the man's strength, but he couldn't resist even the slightest hint of weakness—even if it was a deliberate display of vulnerability. From his past life, he had suffered countless losses, both big and small, for this, yet he still had no choice but to compromise. Looking into those eyes glistening with moisture, he sighed.
"Hey! Who are you? Breaking into someone's room in the middle of the night, what are you up to?" Beth, who quickly got up, initially thought the uninvited guests were some kind of enemy of Adam, but after a closer look at the two men, she didn't think so, but still angrily questioned them. No one would be polite if suddenly grabbed by the collar and thrown out like a chick—especially at such a "critical moment"! She completely forgot that "breaking into someone's room in the middle of the night" wasn't Calvin's specialty. She was the one who beat him to it—and was even mistaken for an assassin, almost killed by the owner.
"Who are you?" Upon hearing this blunt question, Calvin's expression darkened, and he slowly turned his head to stare at the woman by the door.
Seeing the murderous look on his face, Adam was startled and quickly spoke before Beth could say anything: "She is Beth, a member of the Holy Knights."
Then, smiling at Beth and pointing to Calvin, he said, "This is Calvin, a friend I met outside..." He seemed a little awkward using the word "friend," even sensing the displeasure of those around him, but he insisted on not changing his address. His current chaotic relationship with Calvin absolutely could not be known to anyone. What he didn't realize was that only Beth couldn't see through it; if it were Serin, how could he possibly hide it?
Beth found the man before her increasingly suspicious, but she couldn't say anything. After all, Adam had said he was a friend she knew from outside, so… she had achieved her main purpose and it was time to leave. She couldn't continue the previous conversation in front of others; she could only wait. With that thought, she cupped her hands in a respectful gesture: "So it's Mr. Calvin. I have other matters to attend to, so I won't disturb you any longer." Without waiting for a response, she turned and left. Tonight had been humiliating enough; she didn't want to stay a moment longer.
Both men were taken aback by the female knight's abrupt departure. Adam shook his head; what was Beth even doing here?
Calvin's expression softened, his eyes narrowed, and the door closed silently again without any wind. Then, he quickly embraced Adam, pressed him down onto the bed, and lowered his head to kiss Adam's slightly parted lips in surprise.
This kiss, after months of separation, was both lingering and passionate, as if it were swallowing him whole; Adam couldn't resist at all. He let the other kiss him until his face flushed red and he was almost suffocating. Finally, the other person gave him a little space, and he immediately seized the opportunity to speak: "You... how did you get here?"
“If you don’t come soon… I’m afraid you’ll forget about me…” Still resentful about the female knight who had just left, Calvin cleverly avoided mentioning it, instead adopting a coquettish tone, “I was hoping you would come looking for me, but…”
He didn't finish his sentence. Adam understood what he meant, and a wave of guilt washed over him. But the confusion about their relationship, intertwined with his sense of responsibility to the Empire and the Papacy, left him completely bewildered. How could he possibly just go back so easily? Uh…did he just use the word "go back"? It must be my imagination!
Just as he was struggling with his decision, Calvin suddenly reached under the hem of his pajamas and began to caress his chest with obvious intimacy and eroticism. Startled by this sudden passion, he froze and could only stammer, "You, you came here just to...?"
“Of course…” Calvin lowered his head again, finding the protruding point through the fabric, and slowly licked it. The linen wasn't soft enough, but that didn't dampen his enthusiasm; on the contrary, the slightly rough touch seemed to excite him even more. He whispered hoarsely, “I think you're going crazy… If you don't let me touch you soon, you'll really go mad…”
Adam stared blankly at him, unable to utter a single word. The elf had somehow reverted to his original form, the charming, coquettish smile on his face now distorted—the expression was strangely familiar, and Adam knew he had entered the "state." The fading flush suddenly surged back, his heart pounding frighteningly loudly; the knight had no idea how to react.
While he was still bewildered, Calvin had almost completely stripped him of his pajamas. Gazing at the alluring male body before him, his gaze swept over the man from head to toe with an almost tangible intensity. Then, he forcefully folded the man's long, slender legs up to his sides, roughly kneading the round, firm buttocks as if satisfying a craving. His smile grew even more sinister: "Oh no, I've gone mad… I've been mad for you for ages…"
As the elf moved and spoke, Adam felt a surge of heat erupt from his abdomen, quickly spreading throughout his body. He felt as if he'd been struck by a weakening spell, his body limp and powerless. Even a weakening spell wouldn't leave him completely limp except for his genitals—he was truly…utterly humiliated. He lowered his eyes, no longer looking at the elf.
"Ah, it's wet so quickly..." Calvin was somewhat surprised to see the moist sheen on the man's erect tip; he hadn't even done anything yet. But what surprised him even more was what followed. Between Adam's forced-open legs, the pale-colored vulva slowly opened and closed, and a clear liquid flowed out, quickly staining the vulva a soft, pale pink. It even flowed down the cleft of his buttocks, soaking a small patch of the sheet and making the light green color even deeper.
It wasn't the first time Adam had ejaculated during sex, but never before had it been so incredibly fast and so incredibly alluring—he stared intently at that opening, its ears ringing, the desire hidden beneath his robe trembling in response, his crotch probably already wet. Ignoring his embarrassment, he hastily pulled down his pants, gripping his throbbing erection, suppressing the urge to burst, and thrusting his hips towards that tender opening. But to his surprise, it was like a starving mouth, eagerly sucking him in. He'd barely entered a little when his penis, against his will, ejaculated, one stream after another, unstoppable.
Calvin ejaculated more than a dozen times inside the man before stopping. His eyes were closed, and he breathed heavily, one hand braced against the bed, the other clutching his still-erect penis, as if unable to bear the intense pleasure. After a while, he opened his eyes and looked at the man's lower body. Thick semen slowly flowed from the constantly opening and closing vagina, soaking the darkened green sheets with a layer of white, looking exceptionally lewd. However, to his surprise, the man's penis, pressed tightly against his lower abdomen, was also trembling slightly. The cloudy semen was distributed on the man's bare chest and abdomen, and even a few drops splashed onto his face.
He slowly raised his head to look at the knight's face, only to find that the other had already closed his eyes and turned his head away, his face looking as if blood was about to seep out, as if he didn't even dare to face him directly. Seeing the man like this, Calvin's extreme shame seemed to be relieved a little. He kissed the man's tightly closed lips again, and with a forceful thrust, he plunged his hard object all the way into the man's body.
"Heh...fool..." Calvin chuckled softly, laughing at the man beneath him with whom he had struggled for two lifetimes, and even more at his own constant inner turmoil and pain. How deeply they loved each other. Why did they always end up on different paths? He couldn't find an answer to this question, only concluding that they were both utterly foolish.
The anus, already filled with a considerable amount of semen, effortlessly accepted the thick, hard penis. Hearing the other's loving chuckles and whispers, Adam's heart skipped a beat, and he opened his eyes to look at the elf. He vaguely understood what the other meant, and he opened his mouth slightly, but still said nothing. The only thing he could do was relax his body even more and cooperate with the other's movements.
Desire was buried deep within the passageway. Calvin was increasingly intoxicated by the long-lost warmth and tightness. He couldn't help but move faster and harder. The sounds of flesh colliding echoed in the room. The creaking of the bed under the weight, mixed with the groans and gasps of uncontrollable desire, sounded like an aphrodisiac to the two of them.
His body was posed in various lewd positions, reaching climax again and again. His seminal vesicles had long been completely dried up by ejaculation, yet his penis remained tirelessly erect. His anus seemed insatiable, desperately absorbing the enormous object that both terrified and delighted him. He screamed and cried as the hot liquid was ejaculated into his body, and even felt a sense of satisfaction as his abdomen was gradually filled. Adam lay dazed on the not-so-soft bed, feeling as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss of lust from which he could never climb out.
The elf was completely intoxicated by his lover's unprecedented passion. He let out a low growl, pressing down on the man's back, which was soaked with sweat and semen, from behind. He forcefully clamped the man's thighs shut with his own, his engorged desire thrusting wildly within the tightly constricted anus. The overwhelming pleasure from this unrestrained posture completely engulfed both of them. Adam was utterly terrified, screaming and begging for mercy. His anus gushed out a large amount of fluid as if ejaculating, the passage spasming and contracting within.
The sudden tightening clearly caused the massive object ravaging his body to suffer. Calvin cried out in alarm; his already aching penis was nearly severed by the tightening. He helplessly buried his face in the man's neck, pressing his entire body against the man's, holding his breath, his buttocks thrashing wildly, emitting a dying whimper: "Ugh...don't suck anymore...I want..." Before he could finish speaking, he convulsed and ejaculated his last desire. Unconsciously...
He swayed his waist again, let out a long breath, and collapsed weakly onto the man.
A silent silence followed for a while. Adam snapped out of his daze and realized something was wrong. Had they gone a little too far this time? After a moment's thought, he was startled by his own desperate state. Glancing sideways at Calvin, he realized something even more amiss: Calvin, eyes tightly shut and limp, looked as if he'd used up his last ounce of strength, and appeared even more exhausted than Adam!
He was truly terrified. Forgetting everything else, he immediately forced himself to sit up, pushing the elf forcefully and frantically calling its name: "Calvin! Calvin! What's wrong? Wake up..."
“…Don’t…don’t worry…” Calvin finally opened his eyes, managing a weak smile, “I’m just…tired…”
"Don't talk nonsense!" Adam panicked, his anger rising, and his head spinning. "What's wrong with you?! You... Ah!" Before he could continue questioning him, a sudden, sharp pain shot through his abdomen. He rolled off the bed in agony, clutching his stomach with both hands. Within seconds, his face turned pale, and his whole body trembled violently.
Calvin was nearly pushed off the bed, but with a sliver of strength, he turned over and said urgently, "Don't be afraid... soon... he has my power, he'll be out soon..."
Adam couldn't hear him at all; the pain in his abdomen intensified, and he almost fainted. Calvin struggled to sit up, pushed his hands away, pressed his hand against his abdomen, took a deep breath, and in an instant, his palm grasped and lifted, and a green, light-like, misty substance emerged from his abdomen, which Calvin held in his palm, emitting a hazy halo.
Almost as soon as the green light appeared, Adam realized his stomach pain had stopped. He stared blankly at the thing and asked, "What...is this?"
“…Hehe…this is…” Calvin chuckled weakly, taking out a seed—carefully placing it in the ball of light. In an instant, the ball of light shrank and disappeared. Then, the seed suddenly turned a vibrant green, quickly sprouting a tender shoot, and soon grew into a three-inch-tall “small tree,” seemingly alive, its branches and leaves swaying gently, looking exceptionally endearing.
Adam stared in disbelief at the scene before him: "...A tree?"
“This is our…child…” Calvin looked at him tenderly, then placed the sapling in front of him. The sapling seemed to laugh, nuzzling against Adam’s cheek affectionately, like a child playfully teasing him.
Adam was still staring at him in shock, completely unable to process what was happening. Calvin quietly lay down beside him, reaching out to touch the branches of the sapling, eliciting even more cheerful laughter.
“A child?!” Adam felt like a fool, only able to repeat what others said without understanding the meaning at all. Calvin said this was their child? Then why is it a tree? What's going on?
“I’m sorry for keeping this from you all this time… and for causing you so much pain…” Calvin whispered, gently stroking the knight’s sideburns. “But this is the only way I can do it… the next Guardian… once he grows up, I can stay by your side…”
Adam finally grasped the key phrase, and he suddenly realized something. This was the next generation of forest spirits, the future guardians, the ones who could take over Calvin's responsibilities. And once he understood this, he understood everything. Why Calvin let him go so easily, why he was so resistant to the world after his return, why Calvin came looking for him, and why he was unusually tired... all of this now had a reasonable answer.
This man is truly... too much. A myriad of emotions welled up within him, complex and difficult to understand. Adam looked at the lively sapling, stroking it affectionately, and sighed deeply. He had schemed and plotted, done both good and bad things, all just to win over one person—a man with virtually no redeeming qualities. What could he say? ...Speechless. He was utterly defeated by this man.
Thinking about these things, he turned to look at the person, only to find to his astonishment that the other person was already asleep. With his messy hair and sweat-drenched face, he didn't look like an ethereal being at all, yet his face was adorned with the most beautiful smile in the world.
“…Silly boy.” With a tender, affectionate tone, Adam gently kissed his forehead. A clear laugh echoed in the air—the laughter of the new child of nature.
Author's Note:
I'm such a lazy bum! Sigh... Anyway, this lazy bum is going to be out of the loop again for a while, looking for a job, looking for a job!!! Hopefully next time, someone will still remember me, remember my beauties and handsome guys, or even just think of my cat~ *fingers emoji*
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