Chapter 14: The Pope's Relentless Kiss
I could not fight off Vespera Langford's threat any longer. My pulse hammered in my ears as I sat there on the edge of her bed inside the private chambers, the heavy velvet drapes drawn tight against the world outside and the faint scent of incense curling through the air from the candles on the nearby stand. Her golden eyes held mine with that calm, almost gentle look she always wore when she wanted something from me, the one that made my stomach tighten even as her long white hair fell like a curtain around us. I parted my lips slowly, the words catching in my throat before I managed to speak.
"Aaah…"
She let out a low, satisfied hum that vibrated against my skin, her smile curving wider. "Good boy, Lirian. You did so well."
A shy, awkward flutter rose in my chest and I let a soft, uncertain chuckle slip out, my shoulders twitching once as heat flooded my face. "Eh…"
"Stick your tongue out," she murmured, voice sweet as honey but edged with steel. "As vulgarly as you can manage."
I hesitated, cheeks burning, then obeyed, letting my tongue slide forward and hang loose, sloppy and exposed, saliva already gathering at the tip and threatening to drip. The shame of it clawed at me, but her approving gaze made something else twist low in my belly.
"That's perfect," she praised, and her fingers found the back of my head, stroking through my white hair with a tenderness that felt too heavy, too controlling. "Such a good boy for me."
Her hand left my hair and drifted lower. She gave my thigh a couple of light, almost playful pats, as if testing something. I blinked, confusion cutting through the haze. What was she after now? I could not read the intention behind her touch, the way her fingers lingered just a moment too long.
Before I could form the question, she pulled back slightly and her tone shifted into a gentle scolding.
"Fufu… Lirian…"
"Yes… y-yes, Your Holiness…"
"Wrap your legs around me," she said, the command wrapped in that same soft voice. "Lock them tight."
"Eh… b-but…"
Her head tilted, smile still in place but her eyes sharpening. "Is there a problem?"
"My… my groin will press right against Your Holiness's body…"
"Oh, but I like that, Lirian," she answered, her golden eyes gleaming with open delight.
"Your Holiness… please…"
For a heartbeat her smile froze, her face hardening into something colder and far more forceful than anything I had seen from her before. The shift sent a chill racing down my spine.
"Wrap your legs around me. Now."
Goosebumps erupted across my skin, starting at the base of my spine and crawling upward. Her finger hovered there at my entrance, the pressure from it so insistent it felt like she might push forward at any second, claiming the last bit of me she had not yet taken.
Crazy woman. The thought screamed inside my skull. This was the one line I could not let her cross.
In a frantic rush I hooked my legs around her waist, pulling myself flush against her body and clinging tight so the space between us vanished completely. My groin pressed hard into the front of her robes, the heat of her body radiating through the silk.
She gave a warm little laugh that rolled through me. "How wonderfully lewd you are, Lirian."
Her mouth crashed back onto mine. Our lips sealed together and her tongue forced its way past my teeth, shoving deep, twisting and stroking every inch of my mouth with rough, possessive hunger. It felt like punishment for every second I had kept her waiting, her tongue lapping and sucking at mine until my head spun and my lungs burned.
The wet, obscene slide of our mouths filled the chamber, slick and filthy, each movement pulling more saliva between us. My prostate began to pulse in warning, tightening and releasing in a deep, rhythmic throb that promised a flood of pleasure I did not want but could not stop.
I shoved weakly at her chest with both hands, desperate for air, my breath coming in short, ragged bursts between her relentless kisses.
"Haa… haa… Your Holiness…"
She made a soft, pleased noise against my lips and kept going.
"Hngh… I really think we should stop now…"
"No," she whispered, the word hot against my tongue before she claimed my mouth again.
Her lips left mine with a wet pop and moved to my neck. She sucked hard, teeth grazing skin, leaving a dark mark that would linger for days. She did it again and again, painting my throat and collarbone with her claim, branding me so the whole world would know I belonged to her and no one else. The sheer force of her possessiveness left me dizzy.
"I love you," she breathed between kisses. "I love you so much, Lirian."
"I… I'm going to…"
"No one will ever take you from me."
More kisses landed, each one deliberate, each one sealing her hold tighter.
It was useless. She had no intention of letting go.
"Hngh… Your Holiness… this is a crime…"
"Oh my… Lirian, you were the one who flirted first."
"Hngh… I didn't mean it that way at all…"
"No excuses needed. This is all consensual, after all."
My final plea vanished as her mouth slammed back over mine, muffling everything.
The lewd, wet sounds of our kiss bounced off the stone walls, the air thick with the mingled scent of sweat and spit. The exchange felt sacred and filthy at the same time, holy in its closeness yet completely depraved.
I did not know what to do anymore.
Then the climax slammed into me. Every muscle went slack at once. My mind blurred at the edges, vision spotting as strength poured out of me in hot, pulsing waves. How could my body be this sensitive, reacting so violently to nothing but her mouth and the press of her body against mine? I slumped forward, still wrapped around her, unable to hold myself upright any longer.
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I walked through paradise itself.
Angels descended around me, playing their instruments, and the divine poured blessings down from above. A joy no human tongue could ever name filled me completely. Awe at the vast, overwhelming emotion called love swelled inside my chest until I thought my heart might burst. My life felt whole, finished, perfected through Lirian.
"Ugh!!"
The massive hardness pressing against my abdomen twitched and convulsed, jerking hard enough to make my robes shift. Was this exactly what I thought it was? My chest hammered wildly. Every single sense narrowed down to the warm, wet patch spreading across the front of my papal robes where his groin met my body.
I swallowed, throat tight, as the fabric grew heavier, soaked through with his release and radiating heat.
"Paha… the scent of night-blooming flowers…"
To think a single kiss could make him spill so grandly, so messily. How could his body be this weak and pathetic? As Pope I could not simply ignore Lirian's disgraceful display.
"Haa… you are far too pathetic…"
He choked out a weak, wheezing gasp, tongue still hanging limp and shiny with drool as his chest jerked in shallow, desperate little pants.
"So I will train you properly…"
Lirian let his tongue hang limp from his open mouth, breathing in harsh, broken gasps, drool trailing down his chin. Had it felt that good? My heart pounded so hard it felt ready to crack my heart.
"Ugh… I love you!"
The words burst out before I could stop them, a confession ripped straight from the center of my chest.
"I love you so much I do not know what to do with myself…!"
"Hngh…"
"I want to spend my entire life with you!"
"Heh…"
"Hngh… Lirian…"
I leaned in again, lips brushing his. His face had gone completely slack, expression so lewd and depraved I could barely stand how beautiful it was. The wet sounds resumed as I kissed him once more, deeper, hungrier.
This face belonged to me alone. No other woman could ever see it. If any of them caught even a glimpse of Lirian like this, they would lose control on the spot, bodies heating with uncontrollable need.
You are dangerous.
You are far too dangerous a being, Lirian.
His body jerked against me again. The second release flooded hot and thick across my robes. Had I discovered some hidden talent? The memory of the hero who used to drag men into her tent and leave them unable to walk the next day flashed through my mind. I would follow her example. I would make Lirian the same.
Our mouths stayed locked.
The gods themselves knew this was all consensual. He had grown hard, he had climaxed, so he must have enjoyed it. I felt no shame before heaven. I would accept no arguments. If anyone dared contradict me, I would cut out their sly tongue and listen to what remained.
The third release followed soon after, even richer in scent and volume, soaking further into the silk. Still, it was nowhere near enough to satisfy him.
"Huu… Lirian… does it feel good?"
"Hngh.."
"Hehe. Do not worry. I have no intention of stopping here…"
I could not surrender even a single gram of this adorable boy to anyone else. Not his fingernails, not a single strand of his hair, not his eyebrows—every part that made up his body would belong to me alone.
"Haa… look at you, so completely broken, Lirian…"
"Haa…"
"If I could spend eternity with you, I would sell my soul to the devil without hesitation…"
"Haa…"
"I will remake you into someone who cannot live a single day without me."
I pulled him closer and kissed him again, pouring everything I felt into the press of my lips and the slow drag of my tongue.
A knock sounded at the door.
I startled like a cat, body going rigid in an instant. Time had slipped away far faster than I realized. The head cook had come looking for us. If she was already at the door, dinner hour must have passed long ago.
I clicked my teeth together, irritation flaring at how quickly the day had moved. Only twelve releases so far. It was nowhere near enough. I still needed to train him, to bind him tighter, to make sure he could never escape me.
I glanced down at my robes. The silk clung to every curve of my body, soaked dark where Lirian had spent himself against me. With a snap of my fingers I activated the first thread of magic, warmth spreading through the fabric and drawing every trace of his release away until the robes lay clean once more. Another snap sealed away all scent. A final snap wove a thin concealment barrier around the bed, hiding his slumped form from view. Simple enough on the surface, yet three separate spells layered together into one seamless working. Everything looked perfect.
"Come in," I called, voice steady.
The door creaked open and Auntie Lorelei stepped inside, bowing low. "Head cook Auntie Lorelei greets Your Holiness."
"Hehe, we have been seeing quite a lot of each other lately," I said lightly.
"It is only that time passed and young Lirian never came down, so I grew concerned…"
Hehe. Lirian? He lay on my bed right now, tongue still hanging loose, body twitching with leftover pleasure, completely ruined and utterly mine.
"Ah… Lirian is away for a moment on my direct order," I told her smoothly.
"Haha… is that so?"
"Yes. I sent him off in such a hurry that I did not have time to mention it to you."
"Oh dear… I had no idea. Forgive me for interrupting your meal, Your Holiness."
"Hehe, it is quite all right. We have already finished."
"Then I will clear the dishes."
"…Please do."
Auntie Lorelei moved quickly, gathering plates with quiet efficiency. The soft clatter of porcelain sounded almost cheerful today, like applause celebrating the morning's success. My mood stayed bright, lifted by everything that had just passed between Lirian and me.
"Oh…! Auntie Lorelei."
"Yes, Your Holiness!"
"There is no need to send up dinner this evening."
"Understood."
"I plan to visit Countess Evergreen's estate later, and I cannot say when I will return."
"In that case I will make sure Lirian eats in the dining hall."
"No. He will not be returning to the Grand Cathedral tonight."
"Eh?"
"He is scheduled to stay overnight at the place I have sent him to, so you need not worry about him."
"Hmm… understood."
Lirian would remain here in my chambers for the entire night. How far we progressed depended on many things, but I intended to push as hard as I could. No one would disturb us.
With that last variable removed, I ushered Auntie Lorelei back out the door as quickly as politeness allowed.
The latch clicked shut behind her.
I let out a long breath.
Only now did I notice how close the next round of daily duties had crept. Part of me wanted to throw everything aside and lose myself in Lirian for hours, but duty refused to wait. Time felt cruel today, rushing forward when I wanted it to slow. Still, I would make the most of every remaining minute.