Jus Primae Noctis Vol 1 Chapter 4

Jus Primae Noctis Chapter 4

“Ah, what a touching scene of leave-taking!” Wiltshire could not help himself, he said with sarcasm: “However, Mr. Walker, I hope you have not forgotten --- from now on, you are working for me and you will continue to do so until you have worked off the advance on your salary that I have given you. Be more obedient, don't give me cause for displeasure, or else...” As if he were trying to prove a point, he shifted his body forward and his right knee was suddenly touching Walker's s.e.x organ. His hand also quickly came to caress Walker’s thigh, lightly rubbing it in a back-and-forth motion.

“You…” Walker gave a startled gasp, hurriedly he pressed down firmly on that hand which was wantonly roaming all over his thigh and said: “Didn't you say that you were going to recommend me for a job at a shipping company?”

Obviously, the s.p.a.ce was already very crowded but Wiltshire still changed sides and seated himself by Walker. It was such a tight squeeze that half of Walker's body almost seemed to be sitting on his lap. “I did say that. But as for whether I will actually do that or not… well, that depends on whether I am happy with the way you serve me over the next few days as we continue our journey...” He stared closely at Walker's face as he waited for him to reply, while with his hand, he slowly undid the b.u.t.tons on the front of his trousers…

Infuriated, the Scotsman's body started to tremble slightly but when he thought of how his family was still waiting for him to return home after having earned some money in London, he could only clench his fist and lean his body against the wall of the carriage in an effort to curb his urge to commit murder. When he saw how angry the man was, Wiltshire grew even happier. He slid his hand into the trousers, seeking out the male s.e.x organ that was hidden among the lush growth.

As he slowly kneaded that vulnerable flesh, he was admiring the complex play of emotions that showed up on Walker's expression --- one where humiliation mingled with irresistible pleasure.

“Ah…” In the small compartment of the carriage, Walker strove hard to stifle his voice, fearing that he might be overheard by the coachmen. From time to time however, moans would spill out from the corner of his lips, progressively causing the atmosphere of the tiny s.p.a.ce in the carriage to fill up with the flavour of eroticism.

Originally, Wiltshire had only intended to have some fun toying with Walker but when he buried his face against Walker's back and breathed in his unadulterated masculine scent, the result was that Wiltshire consequently came to find that he was already past the point of being able to restrain himself. Freeing a hand, he undid his own trousers. His desire had long ago become distended as the blood flow had increased to that area and, released from its confines, it immediately sprang up, holding itself erect in the air.

Walker could feel that Wiltshire undoing his belt and then shoving his trousers down to expose his b.u.t.tocks. The action scared him so much that his eyes flew open but his eyes were immediately confronted with the sight of Wiltshire dragging his hips in the direction of his ma.s.sive desire, attempting to seat him down upon it.

“Ah…” In the next moment, the feeling of that thick, hard and enormous object entering into his body caused him to scream uncontrollably. Desperately, he writhed around, trying to escape this form of torture, but it only allowed Wiltshire to penetrate even deeper.

“Heavens, let go! Let go! Let go of me, you pervert! Why do you want to do such things?!” Walker's hand spasmodically clenched and released, he was in so much pain that he almost wished that he were dead. He was sprawled over the seats on the opposite end of the carriage and pounded on them mightily with his fists but he still could find no relief from the bone-piercing agony.

“You! Stop Moving!” As Wiltshire shouted, he desperately tried to hold Walker, who was still struggling desperately, down. But the fact of the matter was that they were travelling along b.u.mpy roads, and even if the two if them had remained stationary, Wiltshire's s.e.x organ would still be constantly thrashing around in Walker's body. Walker was in such pain that his whole body was shaking and his fingers almost seemed to have made imprints upon the walls of the carriage.

At this time, Wiltshire could not help but to be thankful that the carriage he had chosen to use was his mother's extravagant coach. It was lavishly decked out in sumptuous velvets, making for excellent sound-proofing, and he need not worry that the coachmen would hear any strange sounds coming from the carriage compartment. In an effort to alleviate Walker's suffering, he tried using one hand to stimulate his s.e.x organ, while the other hand sought out Walker's nipple under his clothes and began to tease it.

Wiltshire’s continual caresses did indeed allay a little bit of Walker's pain but his brows were still knitted in a frown and he continued to give low groans. Unfortunately, they only served to inflame Wiltshire's beasty desires once again. Accompanied by panting that grew heavier and heavier, Wiltshire began to rock his waist in small movements, feeling Walker's whole body tauten in response. All of his muscles were sharply defined, making him look even s.e.xier and causing Wiltshire to burn with desire, almost to the point of insanity. He growled, thrusting himself deep into Walker's r.e.c.t.u.m before lifting him up so that he almost slipped out of his body, and then he fiercely pulled him back towards himself. After this had been repeated several times, Walker had been tortured to the point where he had lost even the strength necessary to cry out. Unable to resist, he could only resign himself to letting Wiltshire mount him to his heart's content.

Finally, with a loud groan, Wiltshire began to shoot wave after wave of hot emissions into Walker's body and his whole person became powerless and limp due to having indulged in debauchery to excess. As for Walker, he slowly struggled to climb off Wiltshire's knees. Propping both of his hands on the seats facing them, he squatted on the floor of the carriage.

At that moment, Wiltshire thought that the Scotsman was crying. Worried, he turned his head around, only to find that there was absolutely no expression on his face. Not wishing to let Walker know that he had been worried over him, Wiltshire endeavoured to hide his true feelings behind cruel taunts.

“What? Did I pound you too hard, and now you can't even speak?”

When he saw Walker glaring at him with a ferocious look in his eyes, Wiltshire gave a slow smile --- in the end, the Scotsman still managed to regain his dauntless spirit.

“You are truly perverted!” Propping himself up on a hand with some difficulty, he managed to pull up his trousers, which had fallen to his ankles before he was once again pulled into Wiltshire's embrace.

Not waiting for Walker's mouth to spit out any more crude words of abuse, Wiltshire sealed it off with his own lips. Compare to the previous one, this kiss was much wetter, much hotter, much deeper. Walker continuously tried to back away, to avoid being burned by Wiltshire's scorching pa.s.sion, but the Marquess pursued him, so that he ended up being pressed against the wall of the carriage.

Trapped with no means of escaping, Walker's lips and tongue were sucked on by Wiltshire in the most intimate way, as if he wanted to stir up Walker's emotions. Unable to swallow in time, saliva constantly dripped from the corners of his mouth. Wiltshire was the sort who would always take a mile if he were given an inch, and he slipped his hands under Walker's shirt, stroking those nipples which had already turned red and swollen under his previous ministrations. When he felt Walker shivering from the sensations that came from the sensitive spots, he took the opportunity to probe his mouth even more deeply… he only broke the kiss when the two of them became unable to breathe.

At the instant Wiltshire released his grip, the Scotsman seemed to suddenly lose his balance and fell over. In a moment of panic, he unconsciously grabbed at the Marquess's sleeve but this little unintentional action caused Wiltshire to get excited once again --- as if he were a gluttonous wild beast, he bent down and lapped up the fluids by the corners of Walker's mouth and nape that Walker had no to time to clean off and forcefully pressed him against the seats opposite that were similarly upholstered in luxurious velvet.

“Don’t…” Walker gave a low gasp, and caught hold of Wiltshire’s hand firmly. “Don’t…” He said once again. The sound was low and full of repressed emotions, and once again, the ferocious beast that dwelt within Wiltshire's heart was tempted.

He brushed off Walker's hands that sought to restrain him, and with the speed of wind, he undid the b.u.t.tons on Walker's jacket. His patience was dwindling rapidly, and he was unwilling to have to deal with the closures of his shirt, one b.u.t.ton at a time. Instead, he simply ripped them apart in one swift motion. When he saw the nipples, which had been so brutally treated by him that had swollen up to become almost translucent, he could not keep himself from biting down on them hard. Pained, Walker tugged hard at the Marquess's hair, trying to pull him away from his own chest but Wiltshire stubbornly refused to release him.

While he continued sucking on Walker's chest, Wiltshire groped around for Walker's legs and lifted them up while burying his own body into the s.p.a.ce between his thighs. Walker had not had the chance to secure his trousers with his belt, and now, Wiltshire pulled them down again. Giving a low growl, he again entered into that little cavity which still contained the results of his l.u.s.t from the previous round.

When the activity started, Walker still tried to use his hands to shove the Marquess away from his body but when Wiltshire continued to penetrate him deeply with a forceful rhythm, the strength that the Scotsman had concentrated in his arms began to dissipate gradually and the legs that were wrapped around the Marquess’s waist began to tighten up unconsciously…

Because of Walker's presence, the journey that would originally have been extremely boring had now become a trip filled with s.e.xual pleasure that brought Wiltshire immense joy and amus.e.m.e.nt. As the day's journey drew to a close, the two of them had already had s.e.xual intercourse several times in different positions within the narrow confines of the carriage. The Scotsman's initial defiance had already turned into resigned compliance but the awkward positions still caused him to practically lack the strength to disembark from the carriage on his own two legs.

When the two coachmen saw His Lordship, the Marquess of Wiltshire, who usually possessed a bearing even more regal than that of the Prince Regent’s, attentively helping the Scotsman down from the carriage, they couldn't help but to look at each other. It was a long time before they roused themselves, as if they were waking from a dream, and followed behind their master as he walked into the beautifully appointed hotel.

“Sir, may I ask if you wish to stay at our establishment?” When he saw the splendidly dressed Wiltshire walk into the lobby, the hotel receptionist immediately came up to him and made his enquiry with a deferential and respectful manner.

“Give me your best suite. Also, please have water for a bath [1] sent up to my room.”

When they heard what Wiltshire said, the coachman at his back quickly came up and asked: “Your Lordship, shall we find a maidservant to a.s.sist you with your bath?”

Wiltshire’s lips slowly parted as he smiled: “No need, Walker can help me with it. Isn’t that right, Walker?” He smiled as he squeezed Walker's hand, hinting that in a short while, exciting games will be staged. Walker's body was still aching all over, and he was in no mood to pay attention to his vulgar jokes. Instead, he bowed his head and remained silent.

Of course the oblivious hotel receptionist could not guess at what was playing out in Wiltshire's mind --- he was expecting everything to go his way and imagining wishful fantasies based on that expectation. Instead, he looked at how plainly Walker was dressed and as a matter of course, he took him to be of the servant cla.s.s. When he saw that he was going to follow Wiltshire up the stairs while carrying his luggage, he promptly stopped him.

“Sir, please leave the luggage on the ground floor. We have dormitories that are especially for the use of attendants travelling with their masters.”

Walker gave a nod of his head and tried to break free of Wiltshire's hands, but he only tightened his grip still further. Following that, he heard Wiltshire say to the receptionist discourteously: “No need, this gentleman can sleep in the same room as me.”

Without waiting to hear that person’s reply, Wiltshire dragged Walker up the stairs.

After the door to the luxury suite was opened, Walker could not help but be stunned by the gorgeous furnishings --- this was an airy and s.p.a.cious suite of rooms that had a completely open floor-plan, the colour-scheme that was mainly composed of white and shades of gold fully exemplified the extravagance of the Baroque style [2]. Situated near one of the windows was a bed that was twice as large as the average bed. Soft pillows and cushions, that were as white as snow, were piled on top of it, as if to invite people to burrow themselves into its warmth and softness.

“It would seem that I haven’t done you in a bed yet, shall we try it tonight?” As Wiltshire stared at Walker, an alluring image of his naked body, the colour of bronze, lying against and contrasting with the snow-white quilt, flashed across his mind and with that, he could not help but to feel tension taking over his lower abdomen once again.

“My Lord Marquis, we have brought water for your bath…” The sound of knocking on the door disrupted the dangerously explosive atmosphere in the room. As if a great burden had been lifted off of him, Walker dashed over to open the door. When he saw the two servants who were carrying a large wooden cask of water between them, his subconscious was finally able to relax --- what kind of joke was that! Having his body bent and twisted up, over and over again, within the narrow confines of the carriage compartment for most of the day had already drained the strength from his body but at this time, Wiltshire was still looking at him with an alarming look in his eyes --- he looked like he wanted to swallow him whole.

Judging from the expression on Wiltshire's face, he appeared to be quite unhappy that the volatile and unpredictable mood in the room had been dissipated. With a stony look on his face, he said in a throaty voice: “Leave the water, you may go.”

As instructed, the servants set the barrel of water down and left, leaving only Walker and Wiltshire in the room, alone with each other once again. When he saw the Scotsman's tight expression, Wiltshire's genteel demeanour rapidly degenerated into one of iniquity and lasciviousness that was obviously meant to be provocative.

Wiltshire slowly removed his clothes, deliberately using movements that would allow bystanders to follow every step of the process. As he shed his garments, he carelessly strewn them on the carpet, and very soon, he was standing naked in the middle of the room without a single st.i.tch of clothing left on his body.

Walker could not bring himself to look directly at Wiltshire's slender, snow-white body, instead he could only bow his head and stand rooted to the spot. However, the rustling sounds of someone undressing and the whoosh of discarded clothes constantly reached his ears; when he heard them, he couldn't keep himself from imagining how Wiltshire must look at this time, with the result that he had to take a big gulp, swallowing down the saliva in his mouth.

“Walker, come here and help me for a bit.” Holding onto the side of the barrel, Wiltshire called out to the Scotsman in an extremely seductive voice.

When he saw that Walker still did not move from his spot, his lovely voice abruptly turned threatening: “If you are not willing to serve me well even for the few days of our journey, then you had better return to Stonehaven right away! But I have some advice for you, before deciding to do that, you should consider the consequences of your actions carefully!”

Knowing that it would be as easy for Wiltshire to deal with him and his family as it would be for him to squash an ant, Walker had no choice but to slowly walk over to Wiltshire's side, albeit unwillingly and with a hundred and one misgivings. “My Lord, what are your instructions?”

When he saw how Walker had decided to resign himself to adversity and bite the bullet, Wiltshire felt that it was an extremely opportune time to reap the benefits.

“The tub is too tall, come and give me a hand.” Without waiting for Walker's reply, Wiltshire had already stretched his right arm around his shoulders, leaning half of his bodyweight onto his body. “Wrap your arms around my waist so that I can use your knees as a stepping stone.”

Having no other recourse, Walker had to extend his arms to hold his waist and allow him to step on his thighs so as to get into the bathtub. Having his hand touch Wiltshire's naked body already caused his heart and mind to be all shaken up, but when the Marquis stretched his legs as he went into the bath, his huge s.e.x organ was totally exposed right before Walker's eyes and more than ever, Walker did not know where he should look.

“Help scrub my back.” Stuffing a rough piece of cloth into Walker's hand, Wiltshire turned his back towards Walker in a leisurely manner. Know that his refusal would only incur even greater humiliation, Walker could only choose to accept the washcloth in silence.

As he was enjoying Walker's services, Wiltshire was secretly admiring the image reflected by the water --- Walker was wearing a serious expression as he scrubbed at his back firmly while perspiration constantly dripped down his cheek, running down that suntanned neck before disappearing beneath his clothes...

When he imagined the trajectory of the beads of liquid as they progressed down his body, Wiltshire could not help but to get a feeling of tightness in his groin.

“Stop scrubbing!” His voice was low and deep, even Wiltshire himself could hear the barely-controlled l.u.s.t in it.

When he saw how Walker halted what he had been doing and looked at him embarra.s.sed and at a complete loss, Wiltshire decided not to prolong this superfluous foreplay that was tormenting his patience.

"Take your clothes off and get into the bathtub.”

Although he already knew that matters would develop into this, but at the moment when he actually heard Wiltshire say those words, Walker was still confounded, not sure how he should react.

Seeing that Walker looked as if he were in a daze, Wiltshire took a direct and efficient approach; grabbing hold of Walker's jacket, he stripped it off and threw it onto the floor. That done, he dragged Walker, who was still wearing his shirt and pants, into the tub.

“Don’t! The clothes have gotten all wet!” As if he had been startled awake from a dream, Walker struggled and tried to escape, but Wiltshire was hugging him by the waist.

As he tore off the clothes that remained on his body, Wiltshire hungrily bit and nipped at the back of his neck, sucking on it and causing a series of dark red love bites to be imprinted upon the skin there. Knowing that resistance would only be an exercise in futility, Walker clutched at the edge of the tub bitterly and closed his eyes, wearing a look of resignation on his face as he let Wiltshire strip off his clothes.

“Do you think that you will have an easy time by doing this?” When he saw Walker’s expression, Wiltshire gave an evil laugh, “Darling, there are still many amusing things left to do, did you think you have already experienced them all?” He was smiling as he whispered into Walker's ear and watched with satisfaction as he saw his face turn pale.

In one move, Wiltshire took hold of Walker and settled him onto his own lap, so that they were face-to-face. Pulling at his hand, Wiltshire wrapped it around his own neck and began to probe at that honey-sweet and tight entrance at Walker's behind.

The feeling of a finger entering into his body brought with it a discomfort that caused all the muscles of Walker's body to tremble for a while. But in the final a.n.a.lysis, the violations that had been perpetrated by Wiltshire during the day had already relaxed that tight hole considerably and caused the shout that had reached his mouth to turn into a low moan, which he choked down.

The water was very hot, but Wiltshire's erect s.e.x organ was even more searingly hot than the temperature of the water. From time to time, it brushed against Walker's inner thighs, causing him to close his eyes tightly. He had originally intended to keep his emotions on an even keel, but when Wiltshire lifted his thighs as they rested at his sides and attempted to enter his body from below, his resolve collapsed.

“It hurts… ah…” Walker struggled frantically, trying to extricate himself from this wrenching, vile pain, but Wiltshire held him in place firmly by a.s.suming a position that trapped his legs. His legs were in the air; this caused his a.n.u.s to open up fully, allowing Wiltshire's gigantic p.e.n.i.s to be fully inserted into his body and with several thrusts, it quickly pushed against the depths of his r.e.c.t.u.m.

“It’s very painful! Let go… let go…” The feeling of having his guts stirred by Wiltshire's stiff length caused Walker to issue screams. However, fervid desire caused Wiltshire to ignore his expression which had been warped with pain. His arms continued to jerk the male body in his embrace up and down --- immersed in water, the additional buoyancy aided him and allowed him to manipulate Walker's strong body easily and his own huge p.e.n.i.s penetrated deeply into Walker's body again and again.

The wild and depraved position caused Wiltshire to experience potent pleasure that he had never before experienced. Feeling Walker's body tremble in pain as it was pressed up against him awakened the beastly nature that lurked within him still further. Not content with just moving his waist back and forth, Wiltshire lifted Walker up high, until the s.e.x organ that had been inserted into his body slipped out and then, at the very moment when every muscle of his body had tightened in pain because of his sudden withdrawal, he drove his lower body upwards. Following the m.u.f.fled sound produced by the friction of flesh rubbing together, his stiff organ swiftly once again penetrated into the narrow hole that was still not fully resealed…

“Uh [3]…” Walker gave a muted groan, the sudden attack caused a sheet of black to descend before his eyes but when Wiltshire promptly repeated the manoeuvre of pulling out before thrusting back in, his consciousness was almost thrown into a tizzy. Lacking the strength to preserve what little remained of his self-respect, the area that was deeply conjoined with Wiltshire seemed to be the only thing left of his body, and the blazing pain caused him to forget himself and groan unreservedly, until Wiltshire shuddered and released his fiery desire deep into his body.

End of Jus Primae Noctis Chapter 4

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[1]: Running tap water was very rare until the second half of the 19th century, when it began to propagate in what are now the developed countries. Water was boiled in pots over the fire and poured into a bathtub for those that could afford a bathtub. Because there was no running water in most places, many bathtubs are also not fixed to the ground. Many of them had handles and a little drainage hole at the bottom so that the tub can be taken outside and drained.

[3]: The Baroque is a style in art and architecture developed in Europe from the early 17th to mid-18th century, emphasizing dramatic, often strained effect and typified by bold, curving forms, elaborate ornamentation, and overall balance of disparate parts. Ballroom of the Catherine Palace in St Petersburg that is done up in the Baroque style:

 

[3]: 呃 (È): This is supposed to be a hiccupping sound.
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