This Strange World Needs A Kicking! – Ch. 20
By Laura S. Fox
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Chapter Twenty – You, To
Me, Things
Since he could still see
Pepin in the distance, it wasn't that much of a feat to reach him, especially
since Sebastian's body was in top-notch condition. However, he hadn't managed
that until they entered the castle. As they reached the building, Kai slowed
down and watched Pepin from a fair distance. He wasn't running anymore, but he
was walking fast. Well, he had been busy catching up with him, and now he
didn't know exactly what he wanted to say.
Well, for starters, he
had to apologize. Yes, that was a good idea. As a virgin, Pepin most probably
felt embarrassed by having their little adventure together talked about like
that, especially by that big-mouthed Galien.
As he turned a corner,
Pepin threw a look over his shoulder. Kai could swear he could see a small
smile on the guy's face, but he couldn't be sure. "Pepin," he called out. "Wait
for me."
But the servant broke
into a sprint again, and Kai had to do the same. It looked like Pepin had just
disappeared in the royal quarters, which was convenient since Kai doubted that
Prince Sebastian was used to being seen apologizing in the hallways for
blurting out private stuff.
Could it be that Pepin
was about to break into a cleaning frenzy? There was a possibility that it was
his way of dealing with stressful situations. Kai slowed down again. But what
if Sebastian didn't want Pepin upon his return, even with the fusing and all
that? He hadn't thought of that. That would break Pepin's heart.
He stopped altogether.
Going to the cavern and performing the ritual was necessary so that he could
return home. Not for a moment had he thought what that would mean for the other
people involved. But now that he did think about it, he couldn't just brush it
off like it wasn't his problem.
The doors to the royal
quarters flew open, and Pepin peeked from behind one of them. "Are you coming
already, Your Majesty?" he asked breathlessly.
Ah, damn, he'd been
caught. Kai had a mind to do a one-eighty and run in
the opposite direction. However, a single look at Pepin's flustered face made
him feel flustered, too. His eyes were too blue, his lips were too soft, and he
was way too beautiful. Like it should have been illegal to be so beautiful and
a dude at the same time. It was totally his fault.
His steps carried him
toward Pepin like he no longer had a will of his own. Pepin snickered, grabbed
his hand, and pulled him inside. Well, that was unexpected. He thought the guy
was pissed at him or something.
Just as equally
unexpected was how Pepin pushed him with his back against the closed doors,
glued himself to him, and pressed his lips hard on Kai's mouth. For a moment,
no, two, no, three, ah, who was counting anymore? Kai did nothing but let Pepin
kiss him.
It was only after Pepin
gave him a proper dental checkup with his tongue that Kai finally realized that
he was supposed to protest to that. Using just an adequate amount of force, Kai
pushed the servant away and stared him in the eyes.
Pepin was still breathing
a little hard, his eyes were shiny, and his lips were moist and glistening from
the kiss.
"Um," Kai started, while
trying to make some order in his messed up brain, "weren't you supposed to be
pissed at me?"
The confused look in
Pepin's eyes told him he wasn't making himself clear enough.
"I mean upset," he added
quickly.
Pepin started laughing.
"You said `not for long', didn't you?"
"What did I say?" Kai
mumbled.
Pepin pushed his arms
away and pressed their bodies close together again. "You said that I wouldn't
be a virgin for long."
"Ah, right. Yeah, because
we'll go to that cavern and stuff."
No, no, this was wrong.
He needed to find a way to return home that didn't involve hurting Pepin. Ah,
damn it. And he had thought he had that quest in the bag.
Pepin ignored him and
began undressing him. Clearly, his servant's skills were going downhill because
he simply tore Kai's shirt, making small pearly buttons fly everywhere.
"Pepin!" he exclaimed as
what the guy was doing finally caught up with him.
"We need the practice,"
Pepin said with urgency.
"Practice?"
"Yes." Pepin was
completely un-servant-like when he pushed Kai's pants down. "I know you prefer
the other way with the others, so we must practice."
Other way? Kai could feel
his brain gears turning slowly like they had to wade through mush.
Pepin laughed and began
discarding his clothes.
"Wait. Pepin! What are
you doing?"
The servant threw him a
playful look and hurried to the bed. He stopped, one knee resting on top of it,
half-turned from Kai.
If that was a posture
meant to seduce or something like that, Pepin had it down pat. From that angle,
Kai could easily admire the gentle curve of his back, the tapered down tiny
waist, and that awesome perfect ass that should also have been illegal on a dude.
It was so nice and round that Kai couldn't tear his eyes away. Conrad should
have tried feeling up Pepin's ass and then decide who had the roundest ass in
the kingdom.
No! What the hell was he
thinking now? Pepin's ass was off-limits. Wait, why was it off-limits?
"Aren't you coming?"
Pepin asked and gave him the most beautiful smile that had ever been smiled in
the history of mankind.
It didn't matter that
they were in a fantasy land. Those were just details. Kai was in a bit of a
trance as he tried to walk toward the bed. Then he almost stumbled on his pants
that Pepin had inconveniently left wrapped around his ankles. He puffed and
huffed as he struggled out of them and his boots, succeeding only in performing
a strange choreography until he reached the bed.
Pepin laughed out loud
and pushed him on his back. Then he was on top, straddling him, and leaning in
for another kiss.
"Pepin," Kai warned,
although he felt that his words were simply falling on deaf ears.
"No rules say that I must
be a virgin when we reach the cavern. Your mother even pointed out that it
would be best if we were already acquainted by the time we performed the
ritual," Pepin said.
"That's a bad mother,"
Kai retorted, flabbergasted by Sebastian's mother's too frank ways of dealing with
the matter of who her son chose to go to bed with and why. And how.
Pepin caught his chin and
moved his lips slowly against Kai's mouth. His long eyelashes fluttered, and
his cheeks were turning pink. "I'm so happy it's me."
The right thing to do was
push Pepin aside, gently but firmly, and told him it wasn't possible to do
whatever he thought would follow next.
Ah, a light bulb lit up
in his brain. Sebastian was totally gay, but it looked like he preferred to be
the guy who... Kai frowned as his mind struggled. Also, he, Kai, was absolutely
not gay, and this time, he wasn't drunk, so his little monster wouldn't perk
up, no matter how beautiful Pepin was. In the end, it would look like he
wouldn't be able to do it, so Pepin would be disappointed, but that would work
out because it would seem natural and not forced –
He let out a surprised
gasp as Pepin suddenly grabbed certain parts of his body. No, not parts, but a
part that was a traitor of the highest rank in the history of all traitors!
"Sebastian," Pepin
breathed out as his hand moved slowly, "I'm ready. Please, I don't want to wait
anymore."
"Wait," Kai protested,
but Pepin's soft and tasty lips choked his words up, and his eyes were soon
rolling in his head. "Hey," he managed when Pepin let go of his mouth to lick
and kiss along his jawline, "but... it's going to hurt!" he shouted the first
thing that came to mind.
"I know. I prepared
myself while you were standing in the hallway."
"You did? What kind of
virgin are you?" Kai made an attempt to sound royally pissed.
"The kind in love with
you," Pepin replied promptly. "I'm ready for you."
"Hey, wait --"
Pepin moved, and then Kai
could feel the most treacherous part of his body pushing through a velvet-like
channel. The sensation was to die for. "Aaaargh!" he
let out.
Above him, Pepin
struggled to breathe. His beautiful skin was flushed now, and there was sweat
on his upper lip while his face was scrunched up in a frown.
"Pepin," Kai whispered,
"this is... I mean..." He couldn't talk, not when that part of him was squeezed and
teased like that, and he swore that soon there would be tears in his eyes
because that was way too pleasant to be legal anywhere in the world and on all
continents.
"Your Majesty, forgive
me," Pepin pleaded.
"I... I don't think I can,"
Kai replied. His hands came around like a foreign will dictating their
movements and landed on Pepin's round ass.
"Your
Majesty," Pepin whispered again.
Kai was sure he wanted to
help Pepin up so that they would disconnect their bodies, but what he actually
did was completely different. He pushed Pepin's ass down, and then he groaned
in absolute pleasure. At the same time, Pepin cried out and collapsed on top of
him.
Kai froze. "It hurts,
doesn't it?"
Pepin just nodded while
holding him close.
"I told you so!"
"It's all right," Pepin
murmured. "I truly want this."
Kai had a mind to grab
hold of his mushy brain and talk it down from whatever it thought it was doing
to his body or the body he was in. But Pepin moved his hips slowly, and another
shot of pure pleasure hit him. "Pepin," he mumbled, "please don't do this. I
don't think I can..."
His words end up a
tangled mess, just like his mind. Pepin caught his lips gently. Kai could
clearly see the tears hanging like crystal beads on the curly eyelashes, and
his heart squeezed. Unfortunately, Pepin's ass did the same, and Kai's little
monster twitched happily.
"Is this... sex? I'm having
sex!" he exclaimed. "Pepin," he added with urgency, "you are doing... to me...
things!"
Pepin was breathing with
difficulty, and it wasn't hard to imagine he was still in pain. Kai moved and
rolled him on his back. There were sounds of protests from the other, but Kai
knew that he had to do something to make it better, although what that
something was eluded him completely. He caressed Pepin's face slowly, then his
neck and chest. With each touch, the other shivered, and his eyelashes
fluttered.
"You're so beautiful," he
whispered. "But I should..."
Pepin wrapped his long
legs around him, keeping their bodies together. "No, don't you dare to run," he
warned him in a breathless voice.
"But, Pepin, you... it
hurts you... doesn't it? My little monster... is hurting you..."
"What?"
Oops, he had said that
nickname out loud. Not that he was talking to the thing or anything, but it had
to have a name, right?
"Ignore that," Kai said
quickly. He groaned as he tried to move as even something that simple triggered
another bout of pleasant sensations.
"Hold me," Pepin
whispered.
That was a plea he
couldn't overlook. He carefully wrapped his arms around Pepin and held him.
"Your Majesty," Pepin
said after a while, "you can start... moving."
Moving? It was clear what
that meant, but Kai wasn't sure he could. Pepin's ass was squeezing him so hard
that any wrong move could detonate the bomb that his little monster was turning
into.
"I'm afraid," he
admitted.
"What of?" Pepin asked.
"Of many things." Kai
allowed another groan to leave his lips as any shift in position from Pepin was
making at least one part of his body act like it had a mind of its own. Of
course, that was why it had its own head! Which, by the way, was brushing
against something inside Pepin's body if he did as little as breath!
"You cannot hurt me,"
Pepin said tenderly.
Kai keened softly and
tried to adjust his position. "I'm practically stabbing you in the back with...
the thing."
"It is not my back, but
my --"
Kai shut Pepin up with a
kiss. The last thing he needed right now was some dirty talk. Not that the kiss
was helping any; on the contrary, a hot tongue was in his mouth, doing small
circles and caressing everywhere. And that was simply enough to make his skin
grow hot and his eyes become moist with too much overstimulation.
His hips jerked only a
bit, and Pepin gasped.
"It hurts, doesn't it?"
Kai asked reproachfully.
"No," Pepin breathed out.
He tilted his head back, exposing his neck. "Please, again."
Kai gulped and moved; his
teeth were tingling again, and he sank them into Pepin's exposed throat,
earning an instant protest from the other. It was his fault for looking so
edible. He was a human being, not a cookie, so why did he have to look good
enough to eat? Kai worked his way around Pepin's graceful neck, biting only
softly regardless of how much he wanted to take a huge bite and stave his
hunger once and for all.
On top of it all, Pepin
was encouraging him, apparently okay with being molested in that manner. Kai
could hardly imagine how that was possible, but Pepin was unique, a beautiful
dude, and a guy who knew how to work a feather duster. How that fit with how they
moved together now and how Pepin was driving him crazy, he had no idea.
He gave up on trying to
reason with Pepin and settled for listening to each and every one of his
orders.
"There, Your Majesty,"
Pepin whispered, and Kai obliged. "Faster." He just went faster. His little
monster was now far from little. It felt huge like it had taken some
transformation magic pill, and it was squeezed by such a tight place that he
groaned in despair with each jerk of his hips.
"Pepin," he forced out of
his throat, "my... dick feels funny!"
Not that he didn't know
precisely that sensation, but he had never experienced it like that, surrounded
by tight heat from all sides.
"Just let it go, please,
please," Pepin begged him.
He could feel the other
shuddering and trembling, small spasms shaking him now and then. He wanted to
ask what was wrong, but he felt Pepin's cock rubbing against his belly, and
soon there was wetness, too.
"Oh," he said. "Does it
mean that it's okay if I... shoot?"
"Yes, inside me, please,"
Pepin pleaded with him.
It wasn't like he could
pull out even if he wanted to. He was way too far, and beyond the point of no
return, so with one final groan, he jerked his hips one time, hard, and held
Pepin down. He was only vaguely conscious of the latest waves of extreme
pleasure hitting him as he collapsed over the other and hung on to him for dear
life.
"I'm so sorry, Pepin," he
murmured the moment he managed to gain back the ability to talk. He could hear
the servant's breathing and smell the sweet smell of his skin, but he couldn't
move. It was like he belonged there, in the other's arms.
Pepin caressed his hair
slowly. "What could you be sorry for, Your Majesty?"
"Why do you keep calling
me that?" Kai asked.
"Because I don't feel
like calling you anything else."
That was a bit strange,
but Kai's mind was utterly drained, just like his body. The worst part – for
Pepin – was that he couldn't move. For him, it was the best part because he
could postpone a little the moment when he actually had to face the other and
look at him while admitting that he had done that kind of thing to him. Yeah,
it felt good, but that didn't make it right. He knew as much.
Pepin didn't protest at
all. He just continued to caress Kai's hair. "This is the real you. And I love
who you truly are," the servant said softly.
Now that had to be just
one way of saying, Kai was sure. Horrifyingly so, he let out a small purr as
Pepin stroke his head gently.
"This was the best thing
that ever happened to me," he managed to mumble back. At least, he could give
Pepin that. Because nobody ever had made him feel like that, and he was so
drowned by a myriad of sensations that he felt he could confess to Pepin that
he loved him and believed it, too.
But he couldn't do that.
Pepin belonged to Sebastian, and what he had just done was so completely
unforgivable that he should be hiding somewhere and hope that no one would find
him and hold him accountable.
That would come later.
Now, it felt too good to be held and caressed by Pepin to move one limb. He
could do the walk of shame, or whatever he had to do, later. Preferably much
later.
***
"I promised my mother
that I would fold all the laundry," Sebastian said as Milo caressed his cheeks
and kissed his jawline slowly.
It was half a lie. He
still had something to do around the house in exchange for escaping the
cleaning of the kitchen after his and Tani's culinary
experiment. Mrs. Martin hadn't told him what that would be, but he could use it
as an excuse to get away from Milo and clear his head.
In his mind, he was more
than convinced that he had crossed a line. As someone in another person's body,
he wasn't supposed to fall in love and become so intimate with that person's
best friend. It wasn't any solace that most probably Kai was turning Ifigia into a land overrun by monsters as he had to be
completely unfit to rule the kingdom. He had professed his love to Milo, but
Milo didn't know him, not truly, and that meant that the situation, as
pleasurable as it felt, was a complete mess.
"Ah, you have to go
already?" Milo complained.
When he was looking at
him, with those kind eyes filled with love, Sebastian wanted to forget about
everything, the kingdom, his responsibilities, his
true purpose. Indeed, he wanted to be no one else but a simple teenager living
in this strange and wonderful world, where people like Milo existed. How simple
things would be then.
"I don't like it,
either," he said. It was challenging to keep a hold of his thoughts when Milo
was teasing him like that. He only had to touch Sebastian as lightly as
possible, and his body was on fire.
"At least, let me give
you something for the road."
"A kiss?" he asked.
Milo grinned. "No, it's
something I keep hinting at, and you seem not to take the bait. I want," he
said and caught Sebastian's ear between his teeth, tugging at it playfully, "to
suck you off."
"No need," Sebastian
protested.
They were still lying on
the bed, side by side, completely naked. It was impossible to hide his body's
reactions, so Milo found it the most natural to grab his manhood and tease it.
As gentle as he was, his hold was firm and left little to guess regarding his
intentions.
"Oh, but there's all the
need because it's not fair that you know how I taste like, and I don't how you
taste."
As much as he wanted to
protest still, Sebastian abandoned all will and allowed Milo to slide down on
his body and tease him with his lips where only his hand had been before.
He let his head back and
bit his lips as Milo began to lick the length of his member with excruciating
slowness. Oh, this young man knew everything about the art of seducing another.
If he hadn't known better, he would have thought Milo had had plenty of lovers
before him. But no, even his light clumsiness at handling things pertaining to
lovemaking were endearing him to Sebastian and was the only proof he needed
that this beautiful amazing being belonged to him and no one else for the
fleeting time being.
Milo hummed around
Sebastian's manhood as his tongue wrapped around the head and indulged in it.
That only served to heighten the already existing arousal, and Sebastian
unconsciously lifted his hips off the bed, pushing into the other's mouth. A
slight sound of protest made him realize, but it only lasted a moment, as Milo
grabbed his hips and pinned him to the bed so that he could let his mouth slide
lower and lower.
He made a mistake to look
down. Milo flashed a naughty look at him and even smiled like that, his mouth
stretched around the thing in his mouth. Sebastian groaned partly in disbelief,
partly in intense pleasure that was beginning to become too hot to handle.
Whether Milo knew what he was doing to him or was of no consequence. He moved
with steady grace, swallowing more and more each time.
Sebastian could tell that
the head of his manhood was meeting some resistance, and it only made it
difficult to think anymore of anything. He ran his hands through Milo's hair
and held on to him, as he was simply falling, even as he lay there, prey to
that wonderful mouth, capable of making any knowledge he had of his life and
who he disappeared in a mist of desire.
Milo grabbed his manhood
by the root and manipulated it so that he could suck at it like it was the most
delicious thing in existence.
"No more, please,"
Sebastian heard himself begging.
But Milo was deaf to his
pleas at this point and just continued to bob his head up and down while his
hand moved at the same time, pushing Sebastian closer and closer to the edge.
When he finally rose to
the heights of his pleasure and gave up, Milo's mouth squeezed around his
member, and his naughty tongue moved over the head just as Sebastian's seed
spilled over. He shuddered as Milo mercilessly kept at it throughout his
climax. While he had been before on the receiving end of such practices, he had
never been particular about enjoying it.
It had to be because he
found himself, through the fault of fate, in a body belonging to another, and
Kai had to be much easier to stimulate than he was. That thought alone made his
eyes snap open.
"I must go," he said.
Milo had barely raised
his head. He watched him and blinked in confusion. "Was I bad at it?"
"No, no," Sebastian
protested, but the part of him that still had a conscience wanted to flee
already and endure no more the look of absolute love in the most beautiful eyes
that existed in all the worlds he knew. "You were too good."
"Too good? Is there such
a thing?"
Sebastian stood up and
began dressing. Milo embraced him from behind. "Are you running away from me
again? For real?"
"I just need to think of
things. And you were terrific. You always are. You can do no wrong."
Milo laughed and held him
some more. "You're giving me a bit too much credit."
"I don't think so. We'll
talk later."
"Sure. Call me once
you're off laundry folding duty."
"Um?" Sebastian was
already trying to cope with everything that had happened within such a short
time.
"Folding the laundry?
Weren't you supposed to do some chores?"
"Yes, yes, of course."
Sebastian turned. He pulled Milo in his arms and kissed him hard on the lips.
"All right, you're free
to go." Milo let go reluctantly. "By the way, you taste amazing," he whispered
into his ear, triggering another shudder of pleasure. Milo patted Sebastian on
the ass as he guided him to the door.
If anyone had dared to
touch him in such a casual manner in the entire kingdom of Ifigia
and even the world as a whole, he would have been punished severely. But right
now, every gesture from Milo, even something as innocuous as that, hurt him
because it felt too good.
He would need to deal
with what was happening to him and find a way back to Ifigia
before losing himself completely.
TBC
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