IYAMD 113
“T-that, uh, don’t, do that.”
The excessive excitement he was feeling was scary. He knew that he didn’t hate it because of the reaction of his inner wall wrapping around Marsilia’s penis. He could feel his hole tightening around it as it always did right before climax.
Marsilia barely managed to open his eyes, which were starting to close from the blissful sensation, and asked Jaha.
“Don’t do what? Huh, Jaha, this?”
As he deliberately pushed deeper, Jaha trembled and pulled his arm.
“Ah! huh, yes!”
He was unable to continue speaking, and at one point he threw his head back. He dug his nails into Marsilia’s tense back.
“Ugh..!”
Marsilia felt his hand, which had been gripping him tightly as if it were going to tear off his muscle, tremble. The moment his hole and inner walls squeezed Marsilia’s dick with all their might, a white fluid burst out of Jaha’s penis.
Marsilia moved his waist leisurely. As he let out a long hot breath and pounded his insides as if crushing them, Jaha closed hid eyes tightly and lifted his waist.
He wrapped his thin, white legs around Marsilia’s body, pulling him closer, as if he wanted him to go deeper.
Marsilia, filled with joy, willingly pressed into him. As he hugged him and bounced his waist up and down, Jaha let out a loud gasp.
The penis trapped between their lower abdomen twitched and sporadically spitting semen.
Only after the fluid soaked his skin, did Jaha come to his senses and open his eyes. The watery golden eyes, sparkled dazzlingly, reflecting the light of divine power. Marsilia, who met his hazy eyes, lightly kissed his lips and began to shake his hips again.
“Ah! Aung!”
His legs around his waist tightened even more. Marsilia smiled slightly at his actions and kissed him.
Every time a quick gasp of breath escaped, he inhaled all that sweet air. A chilling sensation, so intense it made his scalp tingle, ran through his entire body.
“Ah!Jaha!huh, ah, so..good….”
The hot, wet hole was so nice. The limbs that held him tightly, his flushed face, and his hazy eyes were all lovely.
Marsilia whispered, repeatedly kissing Jaha’s face and lips.
“I love you, Jaha.”
Each time he said ‘I loved you,’ his heart seemed to grow larger and larger. He feared how long this expansion would continue.
Still, he was happy and fulfilled. His heart was filled with something warm.
Marsilia had been smiling a lot lately. Before meeting Jaha, he used to smile consciously, but now he could easily smile just at the thought of him.
He no longer felt the unpleasant stiffness when he smiled. And that wasn’t all—his facial muscles relaxed as if they had completely unraveled.
It was all because of this man. Marsilia felt like he was going back and forth between hell and heaven every day, every moment.
Though he feared the Soul Mark would disappear, he stepped into hell. But the moment his eyes met Jaha’s, he was lifted straight to heaven. Despite the overwhelming excitement that drained him, simply being by his side quickly eased his fatigue.
He wondered if Jaha felt the same way. Marsilia sometimes pondered this, wishing he could ask him—who silently gazed at him without speaking. But he never voiced it aloud. He feared that saying it would turn his anxiety into reality.
These days, Marsilia found himself praying for time to pass quickly. He longed to tell the whole country that he had found his soulmate and perform the ritual.
Though he felt selfish for these desires, he couldn’t help but laugh at himself, thinking it was inevitable. From the time he was born, he had been burdened with countless duties, each one ingrained in him and taught as his responsibility. If he were to turn his skull upside down, perhaps he’d find a few of them etched into it.
What if something goes wrong and you end up hurting Jaha?
Marsilia couldn’t sleep because of those worries these days. So he hugged Jaha and explored his body even more. He felt deeply relieved that the man didn’t push him away, and he didn’t stop doing this until the sun rose.
“Ugh….”
Marsilia leaned his forehead on his shoulder as he poured his semen into him. Je didn’t want him to see his selfishness. He wanted to hide his foolishness from Jaha.
But when a soft hand caressed his back, he came to his senses.
When Marsilia realized that Jaha knew everything and was still accepting it, he felt an overwhelming urge to crawl into a hole.
But why can’t I stop? Marsilia let out a deep sigh, his breathing becoming rough, and bit his lip.
…
Due to his unease, Marsilia couldn’t sit idly by. After two days of letting his mind wander, it was time to try something again.
Marsilia collected his thoughts and, together with Jaha, headed to the lake where the Sacred Tree stood.
The official reason was to show Jaha the sacred tree, but in reality, Marsilia was trying to make contact with the goddess. After arriving at the lake near the palace, Marsilia turned to Jaha, who was looking around the area, and asked him.
“Is there anything unusual?”
“No.”
The only thing that extended from the shrine was the tree’s roots reaching toward the palace. Likewise, only a small part of the lake connected to the shrine was all that could be seen of the sacred tree in the palace.
The branches visible beyond the wall didn’t look much different.
“Are you planning to call the goddess here?”
Marsilia had already informed Jaha about the plan. However, as an outsider who didn’t believe in the goddess, Jaha didn’t quite understand Marsilia’s words.
“I’m not calling her, but… Hmm, I’m not sure. Maybe I am calling her?” As he spoke, Marsilia became slightly confused. He only wanted to receive a prophecy. Knowing that the goddess’s prophecy would likely be one-sided, he wasn’t expecting too much.
He simply hoped that maybe he could find a small clue.
As he thought about how great it would be to summon the goddess, Jaha extended his hand to Marsilia. When Marsilia placed his hand in Jaha’s, Jaha grasped his larger hand with both of his own and smiled contentedly.
“That’s enough. It’s warm.”
“Did you think I was nervous?”
“Yeah, you’re such a child.”
With Jaha smiling playfully, Marsilia stopped himself from complaining and pulled him close. Now completely accustomed to it, Jaha draped his arm around Marsilia’s neck.
Marsilia gave him a quick kiss on the lips and then let him go.
“I’m not sure if this will work.”
“It will.”
Marsilia left Jaha by the lake and walked into the shallow waters alone.
Standing before the roots of the sacred tree, Marsilia closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After holding it in for a moment, he exhaled forcefully and placed his palm against the roots of the tree.
“O goddess, ruler of all things, your faithful servant and son seeks your will.”
As he recited the prayer and channeled divine power into the sacred tree, the roots began to glow, and a low rumble vibrated through the ground. After a brief moment, the trembling stopped, and Marsilia opened his eyes.
There was no change. He was still standing before the sacred tree’s roots, and when he turned his head, Jaha was looking at him with a worried expression.
“It’s not working.”
It would have been nice if the holy artifact was intact. After pondering for a moment, Marsilia decided to try again with the dragon’s heart.
It wasn’t difficult to secretly retrieve the heart from the imperial palace’s storeroom without Serez knowing.
“Jaha, are you ready?”
“Yeah.”
Dressed in all black, Jaha looked like a shadow. Without his golden eyes, it would have been difficult to spot him in the dark; he was so black that it was nearly impossible to tell he was there.
“You’d make a good assassin.”
Marsilia chuckled and joked, and Jaha raised his eyebrows.
“I don’t kill for money.”
“I know, it was just a joke.”
“Hmph.” Jaha snorted and walked out to the terrace, calling to Marsilia.
“Are you going to run?”
“Yeah.”
“Come here.”
Marsilia found it amusing that he was getting used to the situation where Jaha kept reaching out his hand.
It was even more amusing that Marsilia didn’t dislike the feeling of being protected. He never imagined that he would be treated this way by someone, and it felt like a new experience.
Marsilia, wrapped around Jaha, grumbled as he placed his arm around Jaha’s neck. The large pouch containing Draco’s heart was nestled in Marsilia’s side, almost like an egg.
“I don’t like how I’m getting used to this.”
“Why?”
When Jaha asked while leaping over the roof, Marsilia closed his mouth for a moment to keep from biting his tongue.
“It reminds me of my childhood, and it feels a bit complicated.” The last time he had been carried like this was when he was around three or four years old. He couldn’t remember anything before that, and after that, he started walking on his own.
Was it because Jaha was the one carrying him? Was it because he was strong? Marsilia felt surprisingly secure as Jaha’s arms supported his large body.
However, it was also true that he felt a little bit of his own pride as a man being slightly bruised.
And that was why it couldn’t be helped that his feelings were so complicated.
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