The Villain’s Aide Has Run Away

When Leslun looked up, he saw Kailos leaning over him, his clothes disheveled. No matter how much Leslun leaned back, the confined space of the carriage made Kailos’s face come uncomfortably close.

Leslun could feel Kailos’s breath on his skin. He held his breath, staring into Kailos’s clear eyes.

“You won’t have time to gather your thoughts from now on,” Kailos said, intending to completely consume Leslun.

“Your Highness….”

“Don’t feel sorry for yourself. I’m always distracted by you,” Kailos replied, not giving Leslun a chance to ask for a moment. He captured Leslun’s lips.

Leslun’s soft lips parted, and Kailos’s wet tongue explored his teeth and palate, drawing out a muffled moan.

“Mmm, uhhh…”

As Kailos’s tongue moved around, a suppressed groan escaped from Leslun’s throat. His stiff tongue quickly softened and heated under Kailos’s touch.

Kailos’s fingers, which had been inside Leslun’s sensitive spot, returned, this time with a different intent. One of Kailos’s hands twisted and rubbed Leslun’s nipple, and a faint click was heard over the sound of the wind.

A strong scent filled the air. Leslun knew what it was without looking. The slick fingers slid into his opening, and Leslun exhaled sharply.

“W-why is that in the carriage? Ahh! Uh, ahh!”

The finger, which had been tight at first, now slid in easily thanks to the oil. Leslun was drawn into the strange sensation, his body tensing and his chest heaving. Yet, he didn’t resist Kailos’s touch.

A greater pleasure was yet to come. His lips, which had been moist from the earlier kisses, were now dry with anticipation. As he licked his lips, Kailos added another finger, stretching him. The boundary between Kailos’s hand and Leslun’s hips became clearer and hotter.

Leslun unconsciously wriggled his hips, and Kailos’s fingers slipped out. Leslun was left panting, unable to clear his spinning head.

Kailos, who had been watching Leslun’s disheveled state, caught his shoulders and looked down at him. Swallowing, he said,

“I’m always thinking of you. When I imagine my sunlight illuminating places I don’t know, my heart races.”

Kailos spread Leslun’s legs and settled between them.

“I never thought I’d feel this way. I thought such feelings would never come to me,” he continued.

“Kail?”

“Yes. It’s all because of you. So you’re responsible, too,” Kailos said, causing Leslun to pause.

“You’re very important to me, Leslun. My intense focus and obsession with you aren’t simple. They’re not just simple,” Kailos explained, his voice filled with emotion.

Leslun’s eyes, which had been clouded with confusion, now reflected a mix of feelings. Kailos gently stroked Leslun’s cheek.

“You’re my first love, Leslun,” he confessed, a statement that Leslun had both longed for and feared hearing.

Leslun felt tears welling up in his eyes.

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone before,” he whispered, pulling Kailos close before the tears could fall. As he did, Kailos began to enter him.

“Does this make you happy, Leslun?”

“Ugh, ah…”

“Tell me how to pleasure you. Please?”

Even after a brief pause, Leslun still felt pain. Yet, for the first time, he welcomed it. As Kailos spread him wider and thrust deeper, Leslun clung to Kailos’s neck, enduring the sensation.

The pain of being stretched and filled was overwhelming, and tears escaped from Leslun’s eyes.

“Should I have prepared you more? You seem to be hurting more than before,” Kailos said, but instead of pulling back, he held Leslun tightly.

Soon, he pulled back slightly and then thrust forward. Even this shallow movement made Leslun flinch.

Kailos, with Leslun’s head cradled in his arms, whispered in his ear, “At the villa, I won’t let you walk on all fours in the villa.”