If You Devour Poison / Doku wo Kurawaba Sara Made

Chapter 33: Thermae (NSFW)

The villa Jolga owned in the Oswein territory was a half day’s ride from the capital by horse.
Jolga had succeeded his family around the same time his son was born, and he’d bought a stone fort built during the Langede war and refurbished it into a villa that suited his tastes. There was a hot spring near the villa, which he used to create a thermae, a sprawling bathing complex, within his personal residence.
The duties of the knight commander carried a level of stress and tension with them. When Jolga reached his limit, tired of the intrigue politics of nobles, he would ride out to the villa, just himself and a lone horse. An old couple who lived beside the fort managed the villa, but at one time, Jolga had dreamed of visiting it along with his wife, once their children were older, to vacation. In the end, they were never able to.
As he soaked in the hot water, just the right temperature to enjoy, he looked up at the night sky, memories of his past romances drifting through his mind. Both his lover, who’d been stolen from him, and his wife, who loved him despite his heart still belonging to his former lover, died young. In the end, both women Jolga loved faced their ends far too young.
He’d never thought he’d be able to love again.

“Ah… nn...! Ahh...!”

Shimmering moonlight reflected off of pale limbs, the slender arms and legs trapped between the mosaic tiles of the bath and Jolga’s body. Perfumed oil dripped from their bodies, warming their skin where the figures overlapped and rubbed against each other. The tip of Jolga’s thick penis brushed against Anderheim’s entrance, the sensation long grown familiar, and the silver-haired man’s delicate stomach trembled with anticipation. Anderheim’s erection rose up from a silver thicket, dripping as he waited impatiently. He clapped a hand over his mouth, attempting to muffle the moans that slipped free, but his hand was pulled away as Jolga entwined his fingers amidst Anderheim’s.
Petals of myriad colours floated in the wide bathtub, water pouring into the large hot spring through the mouth of the stone statue shaped like a dragon. A shroud of white steam rose up to the ceiling of the atrium, escaping outside and diffusing into the sky.

“Jolga… Jolga. Ah… ahh...!”
“Anderheim.”
“Oh... ah… ah...”

Jolga called out Anderheim’s name and then nipped at Anderheim’s soft earlobes. Jolga’s voice echoed deep within his own throat, and the sound, coupled with the feeling, sent trembles of pleasure through Anderheim, and he let out a cry like a maiden being fucked.

“I… ah… hn...!”
“Hm?”
“Quick...ly. Hurry Jolga...!”

Upon hearing Anderheim’s pleas, Jolga freed the hands he’d captured. Hot water, scented with the fragrance of flowers, overflowed from the bathtub, soaking Anderheim’s hair as he writhed on his back. Jolga placed his hands behind both of Anderheim’s knees and bent them up until they reached his chest. In such a position, his hole spread wide before him without any effort, and Jolga, taking in the sight, forced his thick and bulging penis through the entrance, piercing Anderheim before the man could realize how foolish his begging was.

“Nn… hn—! Ugh… ahh!”

As he received Jolga’s organ, Anderheim’s throat let out intoxicatingly sweet moans.
Jolga maintained their position as he vigorously drove his way into Anderheim’s ass. Once Anderheim came from the front, Jolga withstood the contractions Anderheim’s climax brought forth. Waiting for Anderheim’s breathing to settle down, and while his penis remained inside Anderheim, he pushed the man’s thighs apart, spreading his legs wide.

“Ah...”
“Anderheim.”
“Jolga...”

When Jolga lightly thrust inside in the missionary position, Anderheim gave him a nod. He wrapped his arms around Jolga’s back, his pleasure growing to surpass what he’d felt before. Matching the timing of Jolga’s movements as he thrust forward, Anderheim’s hips rose and fell. It was exactly as Jolga had taught him, and knowing Anderheim’s movements were in response to the lovemaking, Jolga’s heart trembled with joy.
Jolga’s gaze drifted downward.
Anderheim’s movements were unpracticed, but Jolga’s focus was on the countless, barely visible traces of bruises on the pale skin, traces of where Jolga’s fingers had touched the man.