The Assassin and the Emperor

Chapter 4 : Four

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"Go to bed," the emperor whispered.

The emperor stretched out his hand, waiting to be supported. But there were no attendants or courtiers here, and the assassin didn't understand etiquette at all. He grabbed the emperor's arm carelessly and hugged him.

The monarch, who was hugged by the waist, opened his eyes and didn't remember to struggle or protest until his feet were completely off the ground. The assassin deliberately let go of his hand, and turned the person in his arms sideways in the water, forcing the emperor to hurriedly hug his neck. The rude offender took the opportunity to embrace the emperor and turned around, looking more like he was holding a bride now than before.

The emperor stared at the assassin with wet eyes and silently condemned him for his boldness, which was more invasive than the approachable person he had pretended to be before. The assassin grinned and strode out of the bathroom.

The bedroom was quite conspicuous. There was a large four-poster bed in the middle of the room. The pillar of the bed was carved into the shape of cranes. The bed plate was painted with gold, and there was a heavy curtain of light blue covering the top. The sheets on the bed were very thick, with tassels hanging on all sides, it looked like a big cake- it looked even more so after he laid the emperor down on the middle of the bed. The assassin felt hot, he dived down like a fierce tiger pouncing on his food. He was bounced by the bed by half a foot and rolled twice. If the bed wasn't big enough, most of the pillows would've already been bounced out of the bed. Who knew that a nobleman's bed was so soft? The assassin grabbed the edge of the bed and promptly lost his mind, now it was the emperor's turn to laugh.

It was just a soft jet, and the emperor's ridicule was also quite reserved. But it was a friendly ridicule, not malicious, as if seeing a dog biting his tail, with a bit of affection in it. From the beginning of their meeting to now, the assassin saw him laughing for the first time with an impolite, unplanned smile. When the emperor laughed, his entire face softened, the few fine lines fainted at the corners of his eyes, and his lips appeared softer. The assassin wanted to kiss that beautiful lip line but halfway through, he somehow felt that it wasn't right, and his lips fell on his neck instead.

The wound cut by his blade no longer bleed, leaving only a thin red line. The assassin's body was full of messy scars, any single one of them was far more serious than this small scar, but this small scar was placed on the emperor and it looked particularly dazzling. The emperor had no flaws on his body, like a white canvas, leaving a trace on it was a sin. The assassin licked the wound he left, licking off a little blood scab.

His lips slipped from his neck, hovering over his chest, holding a nipple. The flesh became hard inside his mouth, and the assassin could taste sweat and heartbeat. His hand caressed the emperor's waist and he couldn't help but linger on his groin. The emperor's waist was very thin, his ribs could be felt with a little effort, and his abdomen was soft to the touch. The assassin's hand pressed on his lower abdomen, and he suddenly realized that there was a womb- a place where a child could be born, a place to nourish his children. This thought made the assassin tremble, and his cock became hard and painful.

On any other other day, he would spend a few hours exploring this body with his lips, tongue and hands, maybe next time, if there would be another one. Today the assassin could wait no longer. His hand continued to slide into the licked entrance, and his thick fingers filled with calluses from the sword hastily expanded it. The assassin grabbed the emperor's knees, put his legs on his shoulders, and then held his cock against his entrance.