The thought that Maximillian could be his Little Pearl shook Jean. It turned his heart tender, like meat soaked in softener. Jean knew that it might not be the case. He even knew that it was likely to not be the case, and yet, here he was, nearly brought to his knees. In the mere casting of a faint shadow of possibility lay the power to calm Jean’s raging hostility and wane his devotion to the greater good—that was the extent of the Pearl’s influence upon him.
“Maximillian...”
Jean murmured as if he were intoxicated, feeling the heat inside the prince. Could this be your true name, Jean thought to himself. I wish so, for the name quite suits you. Maximillian, the greatest of men.
“Pray, is it truly cold within me?”
Jean stared into the eyes of the man, whose inquiring tone was laced with jest. Light seemed to radiate from those gray eyes. The heat exuding from his body was so intense that Jean fancied he could grasp it in his hands. The inner heat devouring his member was so scorching that Jean felt as though he might melt from the sultriness. Unconsciously, Jean thrust his hips with more force, and Maximillian moaned, moving his own hips up and down. His countenance appeared lewd and immoral, lost in lust. At the same time, the appearance stirred within Jean an insatiable thirst. Jean matched his movement with the prince’s, shoving his member inside the man forcefully. An intense wave of pleasure awash him, making it hard for Jean to hold onto his reason. He rolled over with the prince in his arms.
The face of the prince, seen from above, was full of heat. Jean grabbed Maximillian’s legs and spread them open. He could see the opening that was swallowing him. It was particularly red, likely from the slapping and clashing of the flesh. It appeared obscene, lewd. Jean moved slowly. His member was buried so deep inside the prince that it touched his stones. Jean would pull back slightly and observe his member, glistening with moisture. His cock was so stiff that the veins stood out.
“’Tis, hot, Your Grace... As if it would melt me away.”
As Jean entered the prince again, he made a tardy answer. His voice did not sound like his own. It was gasping for air, damp and clinging. It was audible in the tone that there was a fire of passion that could not be concealed. Jean began moving slowly again, and Maximillian panted under him. Whenever they engaged in intimacy as such, it felt as though they were no crown prince, no lord, but merely two beasts in heat, copulating. It was an utterly sweet sensation.
“Ah, ahhh... Mmm, Jean, ah...”
Jean would grab onto the inner flesh of the thighs and thrust deep in, making a loud clapping noise as he did. Maximillian would cry, losing his mind. And every time he did, his chest would be colored red, intensifying Jean’s appetite. Jean licked his lips. He felt as though a ray of light was penetrating his mind, turning him into a beast with only the lower half of his body intact. He could see the prince’s bush, damp with fluid, and the prince himself, stroking his own cock for pleasure. The Crown Prince Maximillian gasped for breath each time Jean entered his body.
“Aahhh, hmmm, ah...!”
And when his legs closed reflexively, Jean would force them back open and thrust deep inside. Then, his climax would come on him, and he would be gripping the sheets, much akin to the current moment.
“...You are clamping down too tight, my Prince.”
Jean whispered to the man whose mouth was ajar from his moment of bliss. He could hear the prince’s rough exhale of breath loud and clear. The tightness down below had been enough to squeeze every drop of seed out of Jean. Soon, the pressure eased, little by little. Jean’s member was still inside the prince. He slowly began pulling out. His eyes met Maximillian’s, who had been looking at Jean’s cock with greed in his eyes. Jean knew what the man wanted.
Jean took hold of his own cock, which had swelled to its limit, and began advancing upward on his knees. The Crown Prince, who was lying on his back, opened his mouth and tilted his chin up.
“Ah...”
A moan of satisfaction followed, coming from Jean’s mouth. It was a method of sodomy that would have landed one in hell, or so Jean believed. However, his person, already used to the perversion, welcomed the pleasure without any objection. Jean could hear the sound of slurping and gulping from down under. Maximillian was sucking his member as if it were such a delicacy. Jean tensed his thighs. A little more stimulation, and it would bring him to climax.
“Ah... God be damned, Maximillian...”
The prince seemed to have noticed the state Jean was in. His tongue, which had been devouring Jean like a famished man’s, poking on the tip of the cock, began slowing down and lazily licked the shaft. Jean dared glare at the prince’s eyes, which were full of playful spirit. Maximillian sucked on the head of the cock, and Jean’s legs quivered. He grabbed onto the prince’s face. He could feel the man widening his mouth, and Jean began thrusting roughly into the oral cavity. Maximillian’s mouth was just as narrow and deep as his hole. It made Jean’s vision flash and flicker like stars twinkling every time he entered inside the man. God damn it—Jean swore inwardly. Should he fall into the pits of hell come the morrow, he would still fail to stop himself in the here and now. He could feel his own member swell, akin to that of a stallion in heat. His seed was to come out soon, and he felt as though his body would burst no less sooner.
“A moment... Ah, a moment, Your Grace...”
Jean pulled out his member from the prince’s mouth urgently. From the tip of his member came a forceful release of translucent fluid. Jean tried to stop it, but Maximillian was quicker—he parted his lips and pushed the cock back inside his mouth. He had no hesitation in swallowing the continuing stream of essence. He then proceeded to lick and suck the quivering tip of the cock. Jean felt pleasure so great his hair stood on end. At a loss for words, Jean stayed still, his thighs trembling, before pushing his member back in the mouth with languor. The sensation of the climax clinging to him was cruel and intense, and any remaining seed he had in him all passed down Maximillian’s throat. Jean was only able to pull out after letting it all out. Maximillian smirked, licking his chops as if he was in want of more, and whispered in a voice laced with drowsiness.
“Are you aware that your face appears so adorable when you are aroused?”
The Crown Prince inquired. His face was dotted with drops of fluid, evidently Jean’s. Instead of pointing it out, Jean wiped it away. The prince’s face was adorned with evident traces of a man. The countenance was utterly lecherous, so much so that Jean felt blasphemous for having seen the Little Pearl in the prince.
Nay, Jean thought to himself, shaking his head. This doubt was no blasphemy, for should the prince indeed be Jean’s savior, no matter how small the chance, the insolence Jean had committed by far would be the more blasphemous. Jean reassured himself whilst recalling the unlikelihood of the circumstance.
For the present moment, he had no alternative but to stick around the prince as if bound by glue. Cornell was in search of his Petite Perle, and it wouldn’t be long until the truth about the prince’s identity was revealed. And should the prince not be the Pearl, then Jean would simply carry out the plan.
Perhaps, the confusion was a good thing, for Maximillian Joachim had always been so very perceptive of Jean. He had openly laughed, with derision, at Jean’s wish to be his Montespan. And although the prince had indulged in Jean’s person the next moment, Jean suspected that Maximillian would have been vigilant ever since. However, Jean’s mistaken suspicion of the prince to be the Pearl would work to his advantage, for even if Maximillian saw through him, all he would see was Jean’s truest devotion to the Little Pearl.
“Your Grace, I humbly request that you grant me the honor of possessing this sketch as a gift.”
Jean, after catching his breath, picked up the board Maximillian had thrown out of the bed. There was a sketch pinned on the board, quite intricate for something drawn in such a brief amount of time. As you please, Maximillian hummed. Jean removed the sheet of paper from the wooden board and carefully rolled it into a scroll. He tied it with a string and placed it on the table. When he returned to the bed, he found the Crown Prince lying on his stomach, his eyes closed. Jean climbed on the bed with caution, and at that moment, Maximillian’s eyes opened. Their eyes met, and Jean made an awkward smile.
“Jean.”
Maximillian gestured with his hand. His lips were in a slight upward curve.
“Come here.”
Jean approached him and leaned closer. Kiss me, Maximillian whispered so softly, and the voice sounded so frail that it scared Jean, stiffening him. Meanwhile, the Crown Prince kissed Jean, rendering his own command null.