The Assassin and the Emperor

Chapter 5 : Five

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⚠ CONTAINS SMUT ⚠

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His body tightened again, this time only because of the pleasure accumulated before the climax. The emperor whined, out of control; his hands clutching the assassin's back, his legs clamped in tighter, like a clam trying to close. He clenched his hands and feet tightly, pressing himself to the assassin, pressing the assassin into his body, and silently ordered more: Deeper, and don't stop. The assassin satisfied him. The clam swallowed the fish inside its body, wrapped it tightly, and kept it in.

The climax that was interrupted by the sudden situation finally came, and the emperor's load moan stopped abruptly, he bit his lower lip and trembled all over. The assassin opened his mouth, rubbing a drop of blood from his lips with his thumb, and fiddled with his trembling tongue. The assassin's pumping and thrusting also lost it's rhythm, getting faster and faster, getting more and more urgent, and finally thrusting into the deepest place it could get with force, as if to ram directly into the coveted womb.

He once again held the emperor's cock as he shot, and pushed it up and down roughly. The emperor finally screamed, and the second climax that followed immediately forced him into tears. When the assassin finished shooting into him, the emperor's thin essence had splashed all over the assassin's palm.

For a while, no one spoke, the assassin collapsed on the emperor, and there were only two people panting in confusion left. Bliss washed over them like warm water, softening all sharp edges from the body to the brain. Even the assassin was surprised. Compared with countless fooling around before, this unexpected and unconventional one turned out to be happier than any other one.

He turned over and positioned himself beside the emperor, straightening up to observe him. Looking down, he saw that the two fleshy lips were still open, and the milky white essence slowly flowed out, like petals that had been ravaged by a torrential rain, it looked wonderfully beautiful. The assassin didn't feel contented in his heart, he just felt that something had happened and now it was done. He looked up at the emperor's half-opened eyes, his eyes were blank, even when the assassin stretched out his hand to embrace him he didn't react.

It took a while before the emperor eased up and found himself circled in the assassin's arms. He blinked, and the assassin could see the gears in his head re-tuning, thinking about how he landed in this situation. The assassin rubbed his back lightly, waiting for him to move away. But the emperor just sighed, adjusted his position, and snuggled onto the assassin's chest as if he was giving up.

The assassin felt a rush of heat rushing from his chest to his head, his forehead buzzed, his face suddenly jumped, and in his mind played a symphony. It felt as if the dead were coming back to life, or that they've never been alive before but now. If the emperor could see his face, he would laugh at him again.

"This isn't... what I expected to happen." The emperor murmured to himself.

He didn't expect it, in fact, who could've thought of it? pondered the assassin. After a while, he realized that the emperor didn't want to enjoy it. The emperor was ready to accept the pain. He expected to endure the pain. In this way, this accident would be just torture, and he could naturally hate the assassin like he hated his own body.

"The Great Emperor" is a monster that is neither male nor female." The emperor said.

"No!" the assassin said abruptly, "You are not."